Chapter 3
Red hot rage exploded inside Miranda as she viewed her heart's desire in bed with two of her servants. She looked around the room for a whip or a knife. Anything to destroy these two slaves who had sullied her niece. Karla hearing the shouts of anger that came from Miranda as she stormed around the room, came running into the room at full tilt. Taking one look at the vision of lust on the bed, began to lick her lips. There would be punishment meted out tonight and punishment was her favorite sport. Karla placed her ever ready whip in Miranda's hand and stood back to watch her Mistress deliver out the stern lash of justice.
While Jane cowered on the far side of the bed with the sheets coyly pulled up to under her nose, Miranda dealt out the first in a series of hard settos with the lash. Her anger welled up inside and the natural poison of her character joined it to bring the whip down with brutal vengeful strength upon the unprotected body of Sylvia.
"I'll take care of this slut." she said to Karla pointing her whip at Sylvia. "But you might take this ugly ape to the basement. I think he might amuse the ladies tonight." Karla smiled for she knew how savage their lady friends could be if given the proper opportunity.
"What a good idea my love," Karla said, and slipping a noose over John's worn and flaccid cock lead him out of the room like an obscene pull toy. When Karla left the room Miranda sat down on the corner of the bed to gather her thoughts before she executed the vile slave who had invaded her territory.
"Stand up slut." she commanded Sylvia and the naked girl, her breasts still red from the lash got out of the bed and stood for inspection. "You little pig," Miranda yelled as she circled her victim like a hawk. "Do you think you are here to fuck my niece?" she punctuated her statement with a hard slap to her ass. The red welts of the six leather strands left a highway of pain across her ass. Sylvia let out a little whimper as she realized that this was only the beginning.
Miranda turned to her niece who was still trying to avoid the ugly little scene by hiding under the covers.
"Now it's time to learn not to betray your auntie who cares so much for you." Miranda's eyes were on fire the heat of her rage and disgust welling up inside like a volcano." Take those scarves and tie her to the post." She directed pointing to a pile of silk cloths on the dresser. Sylvia let out a horror-filled moan as she realized that she would be a lucky girl indeed to survive the next step. On slow moving feet Jane got up out of the bed and crossed to the dresser. Her aunt was right after all. She had behaved shamelessly. But couldn't the older woman understand how hard it is for a young girl to face temptation and still come away clean. Jane felt low and dirty. The wet place between her legs which had been such a center of pleasure so few moments ago was now a just a damp reminder of her sins. With her head hung low Jane took the silk scarves and moved Sylvia to the bedpost.
"Don't please mistress, please," she begged, hoping to be spared the lash. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Miranda slapped her hard across the face.
"You just keep quiet slut or I'll turn you over to the dogs." Sometimes when life became particularly dull the women would take a servant of whom they had grown tired and loose her naked in the woods of the estate. And as soon as they had had just enough time to think that escape might just be possible they would loose the dogs. A mean thought pack of shepherds and Dobermans who would rip the flesh from the poor girls bones before she had made a painful quarter mile. Sylvia began to whimper and cry as she realized that escape was impossible. Tenderly Jane tied her to the post, her eyes expressing the sorrow her mouth could not. Sylvia just looked at her blankly. Her terrorized brain too taxed to function. All she could think about was the cruel bite of lash.
"Now gag her," Miranda directed and passed her a long leather glove. "Shove it in that ugly mouth of hers. Down deep I don't want to hear a sound." Jane complied with her Aunt's wish and balled up the glove and pressed it between her erstwhile lovers lips. Miranda's face was flush with anticipation, a small thin line of lust filled drool came out of the corner of her mouth as she raised the whip. Sylvia's eyes let out a silent scream as the whip came down with brutal force. The six leather thongs bit deep into the soft flesh of her tits. Huge red welts appeared across the snow white lumps of her breasts as Miranda raised the lash again.
"Please Auntie no more. No more," Jane begged, her voice thin and small from fear. "Shut your disgusting face, you whore," Miranda yelled, "or I'll whip the hide right off you as well." Jane took a few steps back and sank down against the wall, her mind too filled with horror to react. Again Miranda raised the fateful whip and again it came down with a soft wet crack. The whip tore open a sensitive gash in the nipples leaving Sylvia a moaning wreck. Again, Aunt Miranda raised the tool of vengeance and again brought it down hard. This time the leather bit into the soft skin of her belly and left a thin trail of blood flowing towards her pubis. Four more quick hard strokes and Miranda seemed to tire. The white body of the servant girl was crisscrossed with the terror of the whip. Her tits and belly wounds made a red river of blood as it flowed out of the ravaged girl and down her legs to stain the bright woodwork of the floor.
"Shut up, you slut," she yelled to her niece who was still a sobbing pile in the corner. "Get up or I'll whip you up." Miranda cracked the whip in her niece's direction and the girl jumped to her feet. Jane was ready for anything; it was hard for her to believe that this vicious fiend was indeed the sweet lovable woman who had saved her from a cruel and lonely life. Better to be out in the cold, hard world, she thought, than trapped in this horror. It was at that moment that Jane vowed to escape form the crazed captivity of her aunt. She would find someone to help her. Perhaps she could get a message out to Mr. Fillmore and he would come and save her.
No one was going to come and save her though. She was completely at the mercy of her cruel and savage aunt. An aunt who wanted nothing more then blood now and the fulfillment of her own warped sexual desires.
"Untie her," Miranda commanded the cowering Jane. Sylvia slipped to the floor without the supporting help of the bonds. She collapsed at Jane's feet in a pitiful lump, the blood from her wounds spreading like oil in a swimming pool. "Wake the little whore up," Miranda cried and brought the whip down hard on Jane's unprotected shoulders. "I want the little bitch conscious." Jane shook the still figure on the floor trying to bring some life back in her to spare herself the terror of the whip. But it was to no avail. Jane was just about to give up trying when she saw a look in her Aunt's eyes that made her young blood run cold and the world seem grim and distant.
"Come on, Sylvia. Wake up. It's all right," she whispered. "It's all over now, Auntie is gone." But there was no response from the unconscious girl. Jane was almost overcome with panic. If Sylvia didn't wake up the rest of the beating might just be given to her. She shuddered inside at the thought of that cruel lash biting deep into her tender flesh ripping her open down to the bone. In her panic she slapped Sylvia twice across the face and this at last brought her around.
"Wonderful," Aunt Miranda said. "Now just put her onto the bed," She demanded and Jane painful hauled the semi-conscious girl onto the bed. Jane was afraid that her exposed backside would be too much of a temptation to her aunt. She could feel the whip whistling down to bruise and cut her but it did not come
"Now you'll see how a good girl behaves," Miranda said as she climbed onto the bed and mounted the face of the bleeding girl. "Eat me slut," She said in her harsh lust filled voice. "Eat me and I might spare you the rest of your punishment.Make me come you pig or
I'll make you the dogs dinner." Miranda ground the locus of her lust hard against the beaten girl's face. And from her expression Jane could see that Sylvia was trying to do just what she was told. Miranda began to move faster against the face of the captive. Her big firm tits bouncing as the rapidly moving tongue of her servant found her passion. Miranda began to massage her own tits. Holding them out like some kind of offering to world. She cupped her breats in her hot sweaty hands and manipulated the nipples. Rolling them around and around below the wildly passionate woman, her slaves sucked to save her life. Soon Miranda's hands dipped down to the exposed and still bleeding wounds of her victim and she dipped her hands in the hot, red blood of the girl. With a savage and twisted look on her lust-crazed face, she smeared the vital fluid over her tits, working it into her skin like it was some sort of beneficial cream. It was all Jane could do to keep from screaming as she watched the grisly spectacle. Her beautiful and wealthy aunt turned into some blood-crazed lust-filled beast. All the poor orphan girl could do was try to make herself so small and helpless that the vicious lesbian could not hurt her.
With a scream from the darkest reaches of her soul Miranda climaxed. Her blood smeared tits jutting out in the fulfillment of passion and the domination of her will. As the waves of distraction passed over her Miranda fell to the bed in a heap. Her terrible lust momentarily abated and Sylvia was free to roll off the bed and onto the floor and the coolness found there. How long they stayed like that Jane did not know. But soon the sun ducked behind the mountains in the distance and darkness began to invade the region. Jane half carried, half dragged the poor beaten form of Sylvia into the bathroom and ran a tub of hot water. With sisterly gentleness she then began to clean her wounds, the cleansing iodine making the poor girl's wracked frame even more sore and tender. With gentle patience Jane soothed the lash marked breasts and belly of the tortured girl as the warm soapy water soothed her ravaged spirit. Jane's resolve to escape from this house of horrors only became stronger as she saw the depth and cruelty of the servant girl's wounds. The lash had cut deep and almost severed one of her nipples completely from her body. Jane did the best she could with what little knowledge she had of first aid. After she bathed and dressed the wounds she helped the poor servant down the hall to her little closet of a room.
Jane put the poor beaten girl into her bed and turned off the light. And as she stood there in the darkness a quiet promise came from her lips.
"I'm going to get us out of here.. "
"Some how, some way, we're going to leave this terrible place." Sylvia tried to raise her head to speak but the brutal afternoon had taken its toll and she could not find the voice to warn Jane of the danger of such an undertaking. Sylvia gave herself gratefully to the blackness of sleep as the severity of her wounds overcame her vain attempts to warn her fellow prisoner.
Downstairs in the basement of the massive house, Karla was just beginning to have her fun with the trussed up figure of John. This she loved above all. The chance to torture some cock happy male. The chance to grind her boot into the face of all those men she hated. John looked at her with the eyes of a small furry creature caught in a trap. He knew there was no escape and he knew that whatever Miranda had done to the two girls what was in store for him was so much worse. He had seen Karla at her heights of cruelty. She dearly loved to pierce the nipples of her captives and put rings through them. She also had been known to brand and whip, beat and mutilate the faces and bodies of her captives. He could taste his own fear. A sour terrible flavor in the back of his throat as Karla, dressed in her leather pants and chain bra, leaned over him.
"Ugly little monkey afraid of Karla?" she said in a brutal copy of concerned tone. "Don't worry, little animal, Karla won't hurt you."
She grabbed hold of his thick blonde hair and gave it a savage twist. "Unless the monkey doesn't do what Karla wants." Through clenched teeth John spoke.
"Oh yes mistress, I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me ... " He looked up at his captor, his eyes filled with tears as he saw in her eyes that there was nothing he could do for her. Karla picked up a long sharp needle from the tray of horrible devices which was at the ready. With a grin of ultimate cruelty she placed its tip in the flame of a candle. All his worst fears came charging to the surface as John watched the demon dyke carefully heat the needle to red hot. Her face seemed to grow larger and more grotesque as she came closer to him. He could smell the lust for blood on her breath. like some kind of deranged human animal. She took his cock in her hand and with one quick thrust drove the spike all the way through.
John screamed in a high pitched wail that was like a thousand fingernails dragging across a thousand blackboards.
His pain and terror forced his courage out of his body and before the dreadful deed was completed, passed out. Karla laughed out loud as she looked at the big brave male out cold on the hard concrete floor of the soundproof room. She began to whistle a happy little tune as she selected a ring for his cock.
It was past eight when the guests began arriving for their nightly debauch. Madam Lee was the first to arrive and she was dressed as usual in her bright colored robes. She had in tow two young girls she planned to offer to Miranda in exchange for the delectable form of Jane. The oriental women could not stop thinking about the delicious little white girl she had seen the night before and she had decided she must have her at whatever the cost. Little did she know that Miranda would not part with her dear little niece now. Not after she had wasted so much time and thought to her deflowering, only to have it spoiled by the little bitch's hot lust. Soon the rest of the lesbian group arrived. A French woman named Jeanette came into the mansion with a fine young girl in tow. Her head had been shaved as well as her pussy and any other hair the razor could find. Her big breasts flopped as she was lead by a jeweled collar. A tough looking woman in a tweed suit named Joyce brought a briefcase full of the most exotic devices she could find. A federal judge, she loved to hand down rough sentences of pain and humiliation. Next came a heavy-set, older woman dressed in the black habit of a nun. This dangerous dyke had suffered the rigors of a catholic education as a young girl and still lived to recreate the unspeakable acts committed on her young body by the cruel sisters. More and more arrived and filled the downstairs banquet hall almost to overflowing.
Miranda watched the guests arrive from the top of the stairs. She still did not know quite what to do about her niece. Jane was still all she could want in a young girl. Her will however had to be trained. She must learn that Miranda was her sexual outlet and not the vile servants. She decided to let the orgy begin without her and instead quietly walked down the hall to the door. Jane's room was dark and warm when the aunt walked in. Jane herself was huddled under a pile of blankets her form a muddled heap in the center of the bed. Quietly she slipped off her clothing and pulled back the covers. It was warm and inviting in the bed. Jane's hot young body had heated it to just the right blood stirring temperature. She insinuated her way into the pile of blankets that she knew was her niece and with a gentle kiss awakened her.
"You saw what happens to bad girls this afternoon. I don't hold you responsible but Sylvia and John should have known better.
You are my special prize and I won't share you with anyone." Miranda ran a cool hand over the naked breasts of her niece. Jane recoiled from her touch. "There's no need to be afraid my dear, Auntie won't hurt you." Her voice came deep from the back of her throat and even though she had had almost non-stop sex all day she still felt the first beginning tingles of lust down in her cunt. Her niece was so warm and soft. Her tits so pink and delicious. Miranda could stand it no longer and pressing the full length of her body down on top of the young girl, kissed her hard on the mouth.
Instinctively, Jane fought back. Trying to get this cold cruel women off of her body. But it seemed like Miranda's hands lips and tongue were everywhere. The red hot sensations ran through her body as her aunt touched her. Even the attentions of a vicious torturess could not stop her hot young blood from boiling. Against her will Jane began to move in unison with the older woman. The feeling of the two sets of tits rubbing together too much for her. Miranda kissed her hard again driving that supple tongue further down her throat than even John's cock had gone. Her cunt seemed on fire where her aunt touched her. Her anus expanded willfully to accept the probing fingers. Miranda moved her head down the full length of Jane's lithe body and began to bite her gently in the so soft juncture of her thighs. Soft small noises came uncontrollably from Jane's lips and she began to move the mound of her pussy against the probing tongue of her aunt.
"See how nice it can be for a good girl?" Miranda said from between her legs. "Feel the fire when I touch you. No one else will ever touch you. You're mine, all mine," she then whispered and buried her face in the soft brown muff. Faster and faster she nibbled and licked, sending her tongue like a messenger of sex across the softest, most sensitive parts of her cunt. Jane began to breathe faster as her aunt brought her closer and closer to the brink.
"My god!" Jane yelled as the liquid fire built up inside her and came bursting out through her cunt. "Oh fuck me harder!" She screamed as .her aunt pressed her tongue hard against her soft clit and brought her to a shattering climax. Miranda greedily drank down the juices which flowed form Jane's young cunt. Her face and cheeks smeared with the stuff as it poured out of her over-stimulated pussy.
"Now it's your turn," her aunt directed. Spreading her legs wide she offered up the fresh shaven mound of her cunt. Jane could do only her begging and like a good little slave started to eat her aunt. Miranda was beside herself with delight. The sensations of her beautiful young niece licking and manipulating her cunt made her berserk with lust. She writhed and twisted on the bed waving her arms and legs madly as she tried to suck the young girl right up inside the valley of her passion. She came quickly and even in the throes of her coming still forced her niece's head further up her cunt. Jane just closed her eyes and dug in. Her tongue and face becoming just an extension of her aunt's desires. Her body was no longer her own and she was fullin in the power of the older woman.
As Jane and Miranda thrashed wildly about on the second floor, downstairs the orgy was just getting under way. In the ballroom Madame Tee sat in a large chair as the two love sleeves she brought with her first inserted then ate grapes from her cunt. Gradually the grapes gave way to plums and finally a peeled banana was carefully guided into her oriental gash and was eaten back out by her willing minions. The rest of the lesbians gathered around to cheer their sister on to greater and greater heights of passion and lust. Suddenly as half of the banana still protruded from her cunt all the heads in the room turned to watch Karla.
The vicious leather dyke was dressed to the nines in the finest black leather cape. She wore a jeweled G-string and had in tow the humiliated figure of the servant John. She lead him into the room dressed in a black leather halter and from his nipples and his cock were rings threaded with gold chains. like a dog on a lead she paraded him around the room while the ladies whistled and clapped for her latest triumph. Karla spoke to the crowd.
"How do you like my pet?" She asked Madame Lee whose slaves had finished their meal.
"He's lovely," she smiled. "What is it? a dog?" Karla smiled back at her.
"This is my monkey. Would you like him to do any tricks?" The small brown woman spread her legs wide and said.
"My ass-hole could use a little attention." Karla shoved a high heeled boot into the slave's back and forced him to his knees before the oriental.
"You heard the mistress," she commanded bringing her riding crop down hard on his ass. John pressed his face into the woman's crotch and began to lap like the dog they wanted him to be.
"That feels good my little monkey." Madame Lee said as a flush of arousal climbed up her neck. "Come to me slaves." She called and her two young girls pressed up against either side of her so that she could pull and twist their nipples as her ass-hole had its bath. Much against his will John's mighty rock began to stand up. The women gathered around began to snicker and laugh.
"Look, look," some one called, "the monkey has a hard-on." It was taken up like a religious chant by the rest of the gathering.
"The monkey has a hard on." They all chorused. "Make him beat off," a helpful voice from the back of the room called. Karla whipped him once on the ass and spoke to him.
"You heard the ladies. Beat off for them monkey." So with John in the center of the room the evil lesbians all gathered to watch the humiliated slave pump his massive organ. Then Madam Lee pushed one of her love slaves forward and she too sat down in the circle of naked dykes and began to fondle her pussy. A dildo landed in the ring next to the girl and without any encouragement, she picked up the device and began to run it in and out of her pussy. John watched her and began to stroke his rod faster and faster as the lesbians cheered.
"Look my monkey-likes your monkey." Karla called and the rest of the room joined into the merriment. Soon the French woman sent her bald slave to the center of the ring and she too began to stroke her long hairless body to the cheering of the crowd.
Soon all the slaves in the room were in the center of the ring. The cruel lesbians watched and laughed as each of them was forced to do degrading things to each other. As soon as the hot come poured from John's prick one of the lesbians caught it in her hands and forced it back over his face. She forced him onto his hands and knees. She mounted him like a horse and using the three chains of his torture as reins she rode him around the room. Her riding boots were fitted with long sharp spurs and she used them mercilessly on his flanks. The more the blood flowed out of his sides and the more disgusting his humilation the more the vile women loved it. Karla stood behind him and whipped his ass with the long leather whip while the bitch on his back kept spurring him deeper and deeper. Finally, John collapsed in a heap, sending the lesbian sprawling. Karla began to whip his poor tired body cruelly trying to force his to his feet for further humiliation. But this slave was well past the limits of endurance and they let him lie there unconscious while the party went on.