Chapter 6
That night, while the lesbians had their nightly orgy, Jane slipped quietly down the back stairs. The first day of her training had gone fairly well. Neither she nor Sylvia were beaten. And each of them had managed to satisfy the erotic urges of the insatiably horny females. The bath they had given Madame lasted most of the day. The oriental woman's desires were a shade more complicated than those of Karla or Miranda. Karla's main interest was in making the young girls do humiliating things like eating grapes from her ass-hole and the like. But each of them bore the degradation with a hardly a tear or whimper. In the course of the day each of the women who wished it were allowed to take whatever liberties they wished with the nubile young bodies. The regular love slaves had a sort of a holiday as all the pent up lusts were vented on Jane and Sylvia. Jane did not know how much more of the constant abuse she could take. And she lived in the constant fear of the lash. It took all her courage to wrap herself up in the sheet from her bed and slide down the hallway.
She paused at the head of the stairs to see if anyone could be heard below. The low deep rhythm of music was coming from the orgy room and Jane was fairly sure that all the women were so occupied with mutual lust that she could safely pass.
The whole house seemed to be alive with eyes that at any moment would see her and sound the alarm. As quietly as she could, she slipped down the hallway till she came to Sylvia's room. Cracking the door, she stuck her head in and softly called her name.
"Sylvia."
Again, she whispered the name in the dark....
"Sylvia are you there?" No sound came to respond to her call. Summing up her courage Jane walked into the room. Sylvia was there all right but it would be hours till she would be able to move or talk.
"Oh god." Jane said to the darkness as she saw the dark stains on the sheet. Sylvia was spread out on the bed. Her arms and legs tied to the posts. Someone had tied her face down. And her abused frame was still wet with the sweat of whoever had fucked her. Her back and ass were a patchwork of welts. Not as deep and savage as those on her stomach but none the less impressive. Only on person could have done this Jane thought. And she thought of all the things she would like to do to the evil Karla if only she could get the chance. Jane had risked coming to the room to try and convince Sylvia that they should try to escape. But she could see that the other girl was not going to be much help to her now. Jane moved around to the side of the bed and untied her wrist and led from the post. Then doing the same to the other, she rolled Sylvia onto her back. "Sylvia," she said, softly stroking the forehead of the abused girl. "Sylvia, it's me, Jane." Jane felt close to tears. She had so counted on having the other girl along for courage. "Sylvia wake up," she pleaded. But it was to no avail. Karla had done her complete best. From the red sore state of her cunt and ass-hole Jane was sure that it could have been no one else. The outsized toys she loved so much had taken their toll. A small trickle of drying blood traced a red path down the soft white of Sylvia's thigh. Jane kissed her once and began to search the room for clothes she would need to escape.
All she could find was Sylvia's uniform. The bits of black cloth would not serve as much protection from the cold of the night but she could not go out into the world wrapped in nothing but a sheet. So Jane donned the dress. The black silk stockings and the panties with the opening over her cunt. The tight fit of the dress pressed her tits together and made her breathing a little difficult. But one had to do the best with what one had. Jane looked at her self in the mirror. The face that looked back at her was one of a stranger. No longer did her face have the soft glow of youth. The viciousness of her aunt and her vile friends had taken the bloom off her rose. She felt much older then her sixteen years and the vision in the mirror attested to this. Large dark rings circled her eyes and her mouth was drawn into a thin hard line as she thought about what she must do. Pulling herself away from the view in the mirror she opened the door and said a silent good bye to the prostrate figure of her friend. Jane hated to leave her to the awful mercies of the women in the house but she was afraid that if she failed to escape now that she never would. She could feel her resolve slipping as she thought what would happen to her if she was caught. Better to be torn apart by killer dogs than spend one more day in this lust-filled hell hole.
Jane stuck her head outside the door and gave a quick look up and down the hall. There was no one in sight but still the spooky feeling of being watched did not leave her. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the hall and took what she hoped would be the first steps to freedom. Jane moved as quietly as she could down the long hallway. The sounds of the orgy could be heard below. The vile, sex-mad sounds got louder as she made her way towards the front door. Surprising herself, she made the dangerous journey undetected and slid back the bolt. The door opened with a creak that Jane was sure could be heard half way around the world. But no one came. The first breath of air outside the house tasted the best of any Jane had ever breathed. The cool night air made her nipples stand out against the rough lace of her bodice. One step, two steps Jane took down the long path to the road which. ran to the city. Maybe if she could flag down a passing automobile she would be able to return with help and free Sylvia. A rush of excitement swept over her as she ran as fast as she could down the long driveway. The same driveway that had seemed like the beginning of a fine new life so few days before. But now the mansion and the cruel reality of her aunt were fading in the distance.
"Stop!" Jane heard a voice behind her yell. "Stop you slut." She knew it was Karla. The beast herself was on her tail and Jane ran faster. Headlong down the long drive she ran, the small stones cutting into the bare soles of her feet. Jane could hear the tough lesbian gaining ground behind her. The sound of her high leather boots seemed to grow louder and louder as she struggled to get out to the highway. Jane tripped and fell headlong into a low group of bushes by the side of the path. She knew she was caught. As she picked herself up off the ground and began to run she knew that Karla was close. She could smell the dyke. Hear the hot panting of her breath as it wheezed in and out of her fat frame. Panic swept over her in cold hard waves. She waited for the first feel of the lash, the bite, the blood, the sting. Her eyes filled with tears making it impossible for her to see. The sound of Karla gaining on her only drove her harder but she knew it would not be enough. At last the hard slap of the whip caught her around the ankle and she fell to the ground.
"So my little slut decided she wanted to leave." Karla said standing over the fallen figure of the girl. "Didn't you like living with your Aunt Miranda? Didn't you like being our little love doll?" The breath was coming out hard and fast as the mixture of physical activity and lust took hold of the vicious dyke. She knew that now Miranda would let her do whatever she wished to the little whore. Her mind was filled with visions of medieval tortures, of the tautness of her breasts as she gave her a few more turns on the rack. "Get on your feet, hole," Karla commanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Jane said through her tears.
"That won't help you, you know, my little darling. Nothing will help you now. You're mine all mine." She tossed her bestial head back and gave a bone chilling laugh. Karla grabbed her by the hair and gave a rough yank. Pulling her by her long dark hair Karla half pulled half dragged the hysterical girl back to the house. Miranda was waiting at the door.
"You ungrateful little slut," she said and slapped the tear streaked face of her niece. "I give you the best of everything and this is how you repay me." Miranda was livid. Her beautiful features ugly now in her blind rage. "I think that you have insulted my entire household. We gave you the chance to learn to please us and what do you do. First you fuck the servants and then you try to escape. Well my little dear. You shall not have such an opportunity again. Karla take her to the basement and wait for me." Karla smiled and shoved the young girl hard in the back. Jane went sprawling onto the cold marble floor of the hallway and began to cry and moan.
"Get up you whore slut." Karla commanded and placed a sharp spike heel hard into the small of her back, "Get up or I'll kick your cunt all the way up to your eyes." Jane struggled to rise but her body betrayed her. All her energy had been used up in the bid for freedom and now nothing was left just the empty shattered hulk of her young life.
Karla grabbed her by the hair and hauled her to her feet. Jane was so numb that she didn't feel the pain. Her whole body was numb. like a massive injection of novocaine had just blotted out all feeling, all sensation Karla kicked her hard in the ass and propelled her forward. The whole way down to the basement torture room Jane was kicked and punched by the excited sadist. Karla's whole life and lust was tied up in the prospect of using the poor girl in unspeakable ways. Her sick and vicious desires, were welling up inside her like a gusher ready to explode. Her cunt tingled in anticipation.. She longed to flog all the skin off her beautiful back. To rip the beauty from her hide. Karla wanted to take out all the pent up resentment of her own ugliness on the innocent form of Jane, and nothing could save her.
"Please, please don't," she begged as Karla tied her to the table. "Anything, I'll do anything just please don't hurt me." That made Karla laugh.
"There's nothing I want from you but blood. Do you hear me you disgusting slut." Jane knew that it was hopeless. Karla began to ready her tools. The long thin needle that she had used so recently on John came back out. And she held it in the flame. Miranda came in dressed all in white the anger still showing clearly on her face.
"Are you ready, my love?" she asked the ugly beast.
"Yes my love," Karla answered back. The faces of the two women seemed much larger than life to Jane as they leaned over her trussed up form.
"Now this is going to hurt you a lot more then it hurts me," Karla said and taking a firm grip on one of her nipples drove the needle through. Jane screamed but this only made Karla that much more hungry.
"No more, please. Not again," she screamed as the needle was poised over her other tit. "Anything, I'll do anything you want. Don't!"
But her pleas for mercy fell on the deafest of ears. Karla was too far along in the rhythm of her vile sickness to hear. Miranda just leaned her head close to her ear.
"You should have thought of that before you tried to escape. You were lucky that we hadn't released the dogs for the night or you would not be alive to enjoy this." As the last syllable passed her lips Karla speared her nipple with the pin and Jane fainted.
When she awoke she was in a dark dank cell the whole place smelled of dead things and her arms and legs were chained to the wall. A soreness came from her tits and looking down she could see gold rings through each of her nipples. Another message of pain came from between. her legs and looking down she saw that there too they had pierced her lips and inserted a ring. How long she had been in the cell she did not know. No light came under the door and there were no windows to tell her whether it was night or day. In the solitary misery of her bondage Jane began to cry. Long tortured cries escaped her lips. Painfully she began to search the rest of her body for damage. It did not feel as though they had whipped her but in her present shocked condition she could not tell for sure. What would they do to her next she wondered. Would they force her to spend the rest of her days here locked away in some deep sub basement. Jane closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep.
The door opened again many hours later. A woman-Jane had never seen before came in and threaded two long cords through the rings in her tits. Wordlessly the new woman gave a sharp tug on the rope and Jane responded with a yelp. The woman took a large key ring from her belt and unlocked the chains which held her prisoner. It all seemed like a dream to Jane What ever further abuse the evil women had planned it did not matter in the least. All her will had been beaten out. All the things that made her a real person were gone. All that was left was a cunt and tits and mouth. She was willing now to do anything. Jane never wanted to be locked away in the cold darkness of the cell again. Whatever obscene acts they wished her to perform she would. The lesbian unlocked the chains and pulled sharply on the ropes. Jane got heavily to her feet. Her whole body seemed like it was made out of lead as she was half dragged out of the room. The light in the hallway hurt her eyes and she lifted a hand to protect them. She knew she was being led to the main hall. Then, when the doors swung open she could see a whole gathering of women. Most had young girls like herself on leashes. Some had rings through their noses and nipples and cunts and everyone in the room was touching each other and fondling the slaves.
Jane could see Sylvia in the far corner of the room. Her scarred body was covered up but that wasn't stopping Madame Lee who was at her cunt. Sylvia's legs were lifted far over her head by chains which ran from pulley-like devices on the ceiling. She was lying on kind of a half platform which allowed her pussy and ass to be available without having the Mistress bend down.
Madame Lee had a big smile on her face as she stood there moving a giant plastic penis in and out of the captive girl's ass. Jane could see no expression on her face as the massive organ appeared and then disappeared inside her ass. In her other hand Lee had another device. It too was long and thick and had some kind of finger like things sticking out the end. As one dildo went up her ass the other more imagine device was placed at her cunt. Sylvia didn't even flinch as Lee shoved both dildos up both her orifices at once. The giant swallowing of both toys must have been wrecking havoc on her insides but she did not seem to notice or care. One of Lee's love slaves was on her knees before her mistress. Her face buried in the sparse black hair of her pussy. Lee grinned with delight as she abused the captive and got eaten out by her slave. The other one stood behind and rubbed her neck and shoulders. Massaging her mistress while she had her way.
Jane's keeper led her over to the far corner of the room and passed her nipple chains through eyes mounted in the wall. Jane didn't know what was going to happen to her next and she didn't really care. Her whole mind was empty of fear or feeling as she surveyed the lesbian scene. Two women sat toe to toe and began to fuck each other. One placed the big toe of her friend's foot against the hooded bulge of her clit and moved slowly back and forth against it. Her friend did the same with her foot and together they rocked themselves to climax. The woman in the nun's costume was tied to the wall. Her large white backside showing the red marks of a spanking. Not the kind given to the slaves but just enough to bring her excitement and lust. Karla and Miranda were no where to be seen. Jane saw Sylvia begin to shake and squirm as Madame Lee's prosthetic attentions took their passionate toll. One of the slaves climbed up on the table and sat down hard on her up turned face. Jane could see the fire in her eyes as she ground her cunt down into her face.
"Yes, yes yes," she began to scream. And the rest of the women in the room joined in.
Soon they all were screaming at the top of their lungs, the sound building and building until in a final bellow of spent passion they came. The room was close now with the female smells. Here and there about the room women lay back on the rug covered floor and relaxed in the afterglow of orgasm.
Jane turned to look away from the awful, rancid scene and closed her eyes. But there was no escaping it. She felt the hot touch of one of the women. A wet tongue was working its was slowly down her spine. like liquid fire the touch sent waves of energy through her body. Strong arms circled her tits and she could feel the slight swelling of a hardening cock at her back. She turned to face her lover. And she looked up into the eyes of John. He was much changed. Just as she was. His long blonde hair was gone and so was the defiant look in his eyes. He kissed and ran his hands up and down her naked body. The cold touch of the metal ring though the head of his prick was a sharp contrast to the hot feel of his growing manhood. Jane felt grateful for the touch of a man. She ran her hand down the shaft of his prick and cupped his balls. They felt reassuringly warm and heavy. He gave a small shudder and pressed closer to her. Jane looked around to see if Karla or Miranda-were any where in sight. They were not, so what the hell she figured. At least the worst that can happen has already happened. She didn't even care if they flogged all the skin from her body and put a ring through her nose. She wanted that hot cock inside her. She wanted to feel the spreading heat and motion of sex. She kissed him harder and ran her soft hot hands over the cool hard muscles of his body. His need seemed to be as great as her own. He picked her up and like she weighed nothing, lowered her gently onto the thick shaft of his cock. Her ringed lips strained to take all of him in as he slid her up and down on his hard pole. With great slow thrusts he parted her insides and planted long hot kisses on her neck and face. Jane thought nothing would ever feel so good. She began to shake and moan as his stiff cock with the hard ring at the tip burrowed its way inside her.
"My god," she yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me harder." She dug her heels into the back of her legs and drove herself harder and harder onto his cock. She arched her back and then drew her nails hard across his back. So far gone in passion were they that neither of them noticed that the Evil Karla had entered the room. like the bloodhound she looked like she seemed to smell to slaves enjoying themselves and she crossed the room whip in hand.
"Fucking my monkey are you, you slut.
Didn't you have enough before." Karla raised her lash to bring it down hard across both of them . Miranda appeared behind her and caught her whip hand as it was just starting to scream down onto her back.
"Let them fuck. Yes! "Let them fuck. It'll be fun for the ladies to watch." So Miranda led them both to the center of the room. She had them both by the cords tied to their nipple rings. And positioning them in the center of the orgy she raised her hand.
"Ladies, we are now going to see something that rarely occurs under this roof. Two slaves, of both sexes will now perform for us." The gathered lesbians began to stamp and applaud like fans at a rock show. Miranda let go of the chains and the John and Jane fell to the floor. John lay on his back and Jane began to run her tongue up his smooth legs and over the shaven area of his pubis. A low groan came from his lips as the tension built up in his cock. Jane took the thick red head of his prick into her mouth and ran her tongue all around. She licked the huge soft head and slowly worked his full length down into her throat. The women loved it. They began to clap and whistle as the huge redness of his member slid out of sight into her mouth and then magically reappeared. Taking him in her hands she began to pump her fist up and down the shaft while tonguing and licking the head. John began to move his hips to the rhythm of her hand and tried to jam his cock all the way in. Sensing he was close to climax she stopped her hard hand stroke and mounted him the full length of his erect organ. "Ooh!" John groaned loudly as the warm wetness of her cunt slid all the way down his shaft. Taking him to the hilt. Jane's hands moved to her own tits as she pumped harder and harder on her meat throne. Her fingers teased her nipples and tugged gently at the soreness where Karla had pierced them. Jane was in ecstasy as the hard meat was thrust deeper and deeper into her cunt. The steady rhythm took her far away from the ugliness around her. Jane took him as deep inside herself as she could. The hot hard prick felt good as it rubbed hard against the walls of her pussy.
Miranda touched one of the other circulating love slaves and directed them to join in. First a short black-haired girl with mammoth tits came forward. . With the hot look of lust in her eyes she lowered herself onto John's upturned face. Her hot black cunt rubbed back and forth over his bald head and face. John responded to the hot wet invasion by reaching up and spreading the cheeks of her ass. With one hand he inserted his finger as far up her ass-hole as it would go. The girl began to move her hips faster and faster. Jane picked up the rhythm on his cock. Pounding the full weight of her pent up anxiety onto the hardness of his body. A wet slap could be clearly heard above the whistles and claps from the viewers. Each time Jane raised herself up on her legs to drive back down to a shuddering fullness the lesbians would cheer.
John tongued the cunt and ass of the love slave faster and deeper. The warm pressure of his tongue on her clit sent waves of electricity through her body. Tossing her head back she let out a long high wail as he bit on her soft places and rammed two more fingers into the expanding brown ring of her ass. Jane reached across the humping distance of John's wildly moving body and placed hot hands on the slave's tits.. They were monsters, fully the biggest she had ever seen. Jane cupped their bouncing softness in her palms and rubbed her thumbs in slow circular motions around the nipples. The crowd loved this and showed it by shouting louder as the big girl shrieked as John brought her another hard won orgasm. Now John's hips were beginning to move faster and faster as he thrust his prick more and more quickly into Jane's willing cunt. The tempo built till all three of them began to thrash and moan in unison. Sensing he was close to coming, Jane hopped off his pulsating member and began to suck it deep into her mouth. The other slave moved forward off his face and began to kiss and lick his balls. John gave a visible shudder as the thunder of his massive orgasm roared in the distance. Jane slid the wet red monster from her mouth and ran the length of her brown hair up and down the shaft in her hot little hand. The other slave lowered her mouth over the silk shrouded prick and slowly began to deep throat the massive organ. John raised his hips high off the floor and prepared to deliver the hot white semen to the waiting women. Jane moved her hand more and more vigorously on his cock and the slave moved her head faster and faster building the passionate friction to incredible intensity. With a deep howl of ecstasy John seemed to rise unassisted off the floor. His hands shot out and began to move hard and fast over the massive tits the slave. All the attention was too much and he spewed his hot load into the mouth and hair of the two girls.
The three fell forward into a soggy pile to the wild and appreciative clapping of the crowd. Miranda stepped forward and dipped a finger into the still steaming cunt of the love slave. The vision of lust and violence she had just viewed had driven her to great heights of horniness. Karla and the others were licking their lips and Miranda lowered herself slowly onto the prostrate slave's willing body. She sat astride the girl. The hot bald wetness of her cunt pressed down on the twin mounds of her tits. Miranda began to move slowly back and forth in long strokes. Her hands began to stroke the hot soft insides of the young girl's legs and her face moved forward to kiss the soft down of her pubis and explore the recently tongued regions of her cunt. Miranda planted one wet kiss on the delicate pinkness of her cunt lips and then slid her own cunt further down her body to find the jutting bone of her hip. Miranda's face lit up as she found her passion seat. The hard narrow protuberance of the bone dug into the space of her pussy and leaning forward she dragged her clit hard along its surface. She continued the long strokes while placing one finger on the girl's clit. She moved it rapidly back and forth. The harder she rubbed the harder the slave moved her pelvis against the erotic pressure of Miranda's cunt. Jane opened her eyes to view the scene and a strange feeling came over her. The scene did not fill her with the revulsion it once did. Her aunt looked beautiful sitting astride the slave. Her firm round tits bounced majestically and Jane was drawn to them.