Chapter 5
Sammy left her now. She was not sure how long he was gone. She had no concept of the passing of time in her helpless position. Why had he told her the story of his mother? Had he wanted to frighten her? Well, he had accomplished that. He had convinced her he was totally mad and he had frightened her terribly.
As she hung there she became aware of the sensation that she was not alone. She felt he was there, out there in the dark world outside her bonds. That he was watching her and sneaking up on her spread cunt, ready to shove a hot poker up her or do some other horrible thing to her in her vulnerable position. The thought of that, the fear of it, was as much punishment as any whipping he could give her. She knew she would go stark raving mad if she kept up thoughts of him standing over her ready to do her some evil. It was awful to contemplate amd she would lose her mind for certain if she let the thought get to her.
Still, she could not help feeling she was not alone there. Then she realized that if she felt that way, it may possibly be because there were other victims, bound and gagged and helpless near her. Yes, Marsha and maybe the others.
But he said he had slaves. Maybe the slaves were the first girls he kidnapped. It would not take much of this treatment, she thought to make total slaves of them. They would not have any spirit left after the abuse he described to her, the torture of his mother, the way he kept girls in bondage, the way he loved to whip and abuse them. It would not take much of that at all to get a girl to do exactly as she was told. All throughout history women have become the slaves of their husband's killers. It was the way of life with the barbarians of ancient times. Well, this man Sammy was like a mad barbarian. She was to be his slave as much as any woman was any man's slave. If a woman could be made to be a slave to a man who kills her husband and family, what was to prevent her or any of these bound women from becoming the slaves of Sammy?
Sue heard footsteps again. She was not certain how long it had been since Sammy had left her. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. He was even master over time as far as she was concerned. He was her complete master. He was the master over her body as he determined when she ate or shit or was in pain. Whether she was whipped or not. Whether she was in cruel bondage. He was the master over her world and determined whether she was permitted to see, to speak. He controlled her night, her day and all of time for her. Soon he would even control her mind. Now the footsteps came nearer but they walked right past her. What was going on, she wondered. Where was he going. She heard the footsteps stop and she heard him speaking now. He had another victim in the same room! She wondered whether the other victim was Marsha or one of the other campus girls. She was suddenly ashamed now, more so than before, to be tied and spread as she was for everyone to see. Not just the madman, but every other victim and everyone. If they ever rescued her and found her this way, she would never be able to face anyone in the department again. The utter degradation of being naked and bound was too much for her to bear.
Sue listened now as the madman spoke to Carol. Carol was one of the campus victims. Sue could tell by the madman's voice now that they were in a cellar or dungeon of some kind. His voice echoed and sounded hollow. Also the room was cool as though it were beneath ground level. She had not noticed any of these things before possibly because when he had spoken to her, he was close to her, possibly because when he had spoken to her she was so scared that nothing registered in her mind but the fear and the indignity. Now she listened to his hollow voice as he spoke to Carol. She could not see or hear Carol so she knew the poor girl must be bound like her. But she had no way of knowing just how cruelly!
Carol was bound across a tubular steel torture rack. The madman was particularly angry with Carol because she had managed to spit in his face before he put a ball gag in her mouth. She was perhaps the worst of all the victims. She hung on a steel torture rack that stood straight up off the floor for a height of about six feet. At the very top of the vertical tube was a cross tube which was slightly longer than shoulder length. Carol's neck was shackled to the very top of the steel where the two bars crossed. Her neck was clamped in such a way as to force her head back and upward At the ends of the horizontal cross bar her wrists were shackled with her hands and fingers pointing straight up, elbows bent, so that her wrists were shoulder high and fastened just slightly beyond her shoulders. About a foot off the floor was another cross bar, wider than the upper one. To the extreme outer edges of this lower bar her ankles were shackled. Perhaps the crudest of all was the bar in the center of the upright bar. It protruded outward into her back so that her back was forced to arch in a wide arch, a position of extreme pain. Naturally Carol was stark naked. Her back was arched and her neck and head were forced' backward. She wore the cruel ball gag and a blindfold.
But beyond the frightful sight of her forced position of excruciating, contorted torture, Carol's cunt area was a mass of red, raw welts from the madman's vicious whip. Indeed, the torture rack was equipped with hooks to hold whips and other torture devices on the upright tube. From the hooks hung a cat o' nine tails whips and a shorter whip with a handle and a flat splay of leather, about an inch wide, at its tip. Carol's cunt and the front of her stomach and thighs had been tortured with both whips. The cruel bar at her back which forced her back to arch actually forced her to present her cunt for a whipping or a fucking, which ever pleased her master.
From her bellybutton to her knees, Carol was covered with crisscrossed red welts. They were the heaviest at her cunt. Indeed, the lash had actually taken much of the pubic hair from her abused pussy. The bar at her back forced her young tits to jut out and point upward and the mad man had returned to whip her tits. They looked so creamy white and milky and there was not a mark on them. He had to whip her and watch the beautiful red streaks raise up like magic on her soft white flesh.
Carol had hung for about a week and a half in this position and she too had lost all concept of time so that she knew not whether she had hung that way for a week, a month or longer. She was never released from it, never given any respite. She was force-fed that way by Fran, Sammy's first campus victim who was now completely broken, completely a slave to him. Fran was also responsible for cleaning up the messes of the other victims as they were never released to use toilet facilities.
The only way the victims were bathed was by Fran with a forceful fire hose. She would come down to the dungeon once every week and wash the victims with the icy cold spray from the hose as they hung in tortured suspension. She would work the hose painfully close to their cunts and ass-holes and the icy water would shock them until their muscles convulsed but they were unable to move. Afterward they would hang there and shiver until the air dried them.
Carol sensed the madman standing before her. Her heart raced in fear. He was going to whip her again. He had promised her a whipping every time he came to her. For her sins, he told her. So that every time Carol heard footsteps, she did not know what to expect. She didn't know whether it was Fran who was going to feed and clean her off or whether it was the madman, who was coming close to whip and torture her ravished young body as she hung there, stretched out cruelly for his bizarre pleasures.
The hours and days she hung there were awful. Each minute crawled by slowly. Each second a mini lifetime. She saw only darkness, was unable to cry out for mercy. Unable to hear her own voice. Even Fran had instructed her, every time she removed the ball gag to feed her, that if she spoke one word, she would not be fed, the gag would be returned to her mouth for a long, long time, perhaps forever and allow her to die without eating. And of course she could be whipped again by the master if Fran reported that she spoke. And Carol dared not ask Fran for mercy because she knew Fran dared not disobey her master. Fran would report back everything to him.
Now it was the master who stood before Carol. She had known even before he spoke that it was he rather than Fran. This was the first time she had been able to tell the difference. She knew his heavy step. Fran's step was heavy too, heavy from the weight of her submission and heavy because she was made to wear heavy boots so that the victims would never know the difference. Other than that Fran was as naked as the rest of them.
Carol remembered how it was when she had first met Sammy. They were in the college cafeteria and the tables were all full so she asked if she could sit down at his table with her plate of food. He smiled up at her so handsomely. His smile was what won her over immediately. He looked so sweet, so boyish. She even remembered that it was she who began the conversation with him. She had seen him in some of her classes but had never spoken to him. Now was as good a time as any, she said, to get to know each other.
And he smiled so sweetly at everything she said. They talked about classes, about professors they had both had, about the goals both of them shared. He wanted to become either a cop or a lawyer and prosecute all the hookers who walked the streets. She laughed because she thought he was kidding. She had no idea he hated prostitutes so much. She had no idea he would be capable of doing what she later learned he did so expertly.
They even spoke about the two girls who had mysteriously disappeared from the campus in the past two weeks. Carol told him she was very scared about that and he offered to meet her after class that evening and walk her back to her dormitory. She gladly accepted his offer. Only he never took her back to the dorm. He made love to her and she felt good about him, felt easy with him and she even allowed him to tie her hands when she found out he had trouble getting a hard-on. She would have done anything to help him get hard after the way he had taken care of her, after he had eaten her cunt and licked her ass-hole in wonderful scrubbing movements of his tongue back and forth across her brown hole.
But he got violent once her arms were restrained. He changed and she became alarmed. It was her first inkling that he was mad. If she had only known. If she could only have guessed what was to become of her, she would never have spoken to him at the cafeteria table, never have allowed herself to be in the same room, the same building as he.
After she was securely tied he gagged her and blindfolded her and threw her in the trunk of his car. He drove with her for miles. She had no idea how far away he took her but they must have driven through most of the night. It was cold and damp in the back of the trunk of the car and it smelled of old tires and grease. They drove over a winding, bumpy road. They seemed to be climbing all the time and she suspected he was taking her up into the mountains. But she had no idea where or how far or even in what direction as the entire campus was surrounded by mountains all around. She experienced a helpless feeling in the back of the car and she thought she was going to be sick. But she knew she mustn't because she would choke on her own vomit and die if she got sick. The gag in her mouth was so tight that she knew she would die choking if she ever got sick.
He drove in a slow deliberate manner, hitting every bump in the road. She was tossed and bounced around but he never went fast enough to get stopped by local traffic cops. He was a careful son of a bitch, she thought.
Once he hit a terrible bump that bounced her and slammed her up against the top of the trunk and then dropped her hard on top of all the junk in on the floor of the trunk. The tire iron and bumper jack did not cushion her fall very well and she felt the hard steel in her ribs and hard against her buttocks.
When they came to a stop it could not have been soon enough for her. She was happy and thankful he had finally stopped. That was before she knew what he had in store for her. Had she known, she would gladly have remained in the trunk of the car. He took her inside a place with creaky old doors. He took her down cold stone steps to a basement dungeon of sorts. He dragged her the entire way. Once in the dungeon, he stripped her by tearing her clothes off. She would not need them, he told her. She was never, ever again for the rest of her life to be allowed to wear clothes. Then he shackled her to that awful torture rack where she has remained ever since.
He had done awful things to her. Punishment for her spitting at him when she was tired and he first began to abuse her. The very first thing he did was whip her tender cunt with both the cat o' nine tails and the short whip. She hung there stretched over backwards, fitted with that cruel ball gag that tortured her poor jaw muscles. Her cunt was thrust outward toward him and her legs were spread wide. She was blindfolded and she had no idea what was going on around her. The first thing she knew about whips or torture was when the cat o' nine tails whished through the air and burned hot across her soft white cunt. Some of the weighted strands parted the plump cunt lips while others entered her slit and bit into her soft inner pink meat, whacking hard against her clitoris. She could not scream or beg for mercy! She could do nothing. She was not even aware, at first, of what was happening to her tender young cunt. All she knew was that her cunt was alive with wild, excruciatingly fiery pain. She did not know what had caused it or what was happening to her. And then she heard the swishing sound through the air again and the pain again at her delicate white cunt, all around it and all up inside it too as she hung open and stretched for her master. She tried to thrash around but there was not the slightest movement which was accorded her and the pain made her muscles contort, torturing her all the more because the slightest movement, even without the lash Was unbearable in the agony it brought her ravished young body.
"Get wet for your master, slut!" he screamed at her madly. "Ha! Let's see the whore get wet for her master. I want your cunt dripping wet with love juices, bitch.
Either you cream for the whip or I will lubricate you with your own blood!"
And he kept whipping her lewdly, viciously about the cunt. His whip burned across her tender white stomach, her soft fleshy thighs. He changed off from time to time between the cat o' nine tails and the short whip. The short whip, he found, was excellent for getting right up into her cunt crack. It slammed into her pink oozing meat and drove the hot pain all up inside her body making her convulse with pain. Convulse spasmodically within for she was unable to move outwardly.
She was not even aware when he stopped whipping her. She lay there arched backward on the rack and experienced nothing, no other sensation but the pain he had just inflicted. Though the whipping had stopped, she still felt every lash that had crossed her flesh and he was undressing now, hard and turned-on most thoroughly by her breathless moans of pain.
He stood on the lower cross bar with his both legs between her spread legs. He put his cockhead to the entrance of her cunt and she gasped with the pain of his cock against her raw meat. Then he jammed his big, hard cock deep within her and if she hadn't already been forced in the arched-back position, her pain would have made her body contort to such a position.
It was unbearable yet she had to bear it. She had no choice. He jammed and slammed his hard meat deep into her cunt. He was right, though. He had made the juices flow from the whipping. She hoped it was her lustful cream that lubricated his big hot cock and not blood from the whipping he had given her. But he was plenty lubricated for fucking her pussy. His cock was huge and that, in combination with her forced backward arch, caused his thick member to reach up all the way past her cervix and into her womb. No man had ever entered her that far before.
It hurt like all hell. First from the rawness caused by the lash, and then from the depth of entry which reached well into her womb and pained her terribly. He banged away at her as though it were his last fuck in his young life and she felt every thrust of him deep within the center of her guts. He slammed in and out, in and out and back and forth in steady, consistent movements.
He knew exactly how to punish her the most. He knew what made her moan, what made her squeal and convulse. She was in total pain and her breathing was one continual moan of pain, both when she took in breath and when she exhaled. Her moans, she had not realized, turned him on all the more to fuck her harder, to punish her more. But even if she were aware of what her moans did for him, she could not have prevented them if it meant saving her life. Sammy knew how to bring her to the threshold of the maximum pain and how to sustain her on that brink until he was satisfied, until he had spent himself and his cruelties upon her raped and pain-ravished body.
He continued to slam and bang into her, reaching all the way up inside her with his huge cock and she prayed for him to come. But he lasted so long! He seemed to fuck her for hours! He seemed to be a superman who could last for as long as he wanted with a perpetual hard-on!
But soon he was moaning too, and she knew he was not going to last too much longer. She did not know whether she could last much longer without passing out from the pain. He hammered her cunt again and again. Over and over! But he was going to come soon. She knew he was going to come! He had to come. She could not last much longer. He had to come.
Her head was as far back as it could go without her neck snapping and her young titties were jutting straight upward and outward and now he was no longer supporting himself by holding onto the rack. Now he was holding on by pinching her nipples between each of his thumbs and forefingers and letting all of his weight pull backward! Now the agony was complete!
Her nipples stretched out for a full inch and a half and he wrapped his fingers tight around them and yanked as hard as he could as his big cock slammed in and out of her ravished cunt. She could do not one single thing to either stop him or beg for mercy or indicate in any way that she wanted him to stop his torture of her. Except for her continual moaning. That was all she could do.
Her nipples were stretched horribly now and the pain ran deep inside her full young breasts, deep to her inner guts and met with the gut pains from the slamming of her womb below. She was being taken, thoroughly taken by a man. She was unable to resist, to hold back anything at all from him! He was her master and she was his slave and there was absolutely no doubt of that. No doubt whatsoever.
When her master began to come it was worse! She had not believed that it could be worse but it was hell! As he came he not only slammed into her harder, he began to twist her nipples hard! Her body screamed out, but she could utter no sounds but her moans that turned him on.
He came in long spurts and she could feel the hot come shooting deep up inside her. She could feel every hot drop of it as it seared her guts, her pain-wracked insides. But he was her master, she realized. He could do anything he wished with her.
Now he was before her and he intended to whip her clean white tits. He had saved her tits and had purposely not let the lash touch them as he mercilessly whipped her cunt. Now he had them to torture and abuse for his satisfaction. Now he had one virgin area that had not felt his lash. After that he might have to put her in another position to get at her ass. Although he could reach her ass with whatever he wanted as the back bar that forced her back outward was high and did not interfere with her ass. He could not get a good solid swing at her ass with the upright bar so close. He would be able to whip the outer cheeks but not across her whole ass. Hot pokers, maybe, to make her convulse within her muscles, unable to move but able to tighten her cunt muscles around his wet, hot cock. But all that would come. All that was going to come before he changed her position.
The beauty of her bondage was that it was constant. Once he relieved it by changing her position, he defeated his own purposes. She must hang there in pain for what seems like an eternity. What was he going to do with her and the other victims after he was finished with them? He was not sure. He did not think he was going to kill them, though. He would simply move away, to another part of the country, change his name and begin again on new victims. But the victims must never suspect that they are to eventually be released. If they thought that, they would become uncontrollable.
Sammy wanted them to be controlled even . . in their minds. It was not enough to control their bodies. It was not enough to bind them and control them and force-feed them and whip them and make them moan. They had to believe that there was no hope for them, that they would never be free again, never be any more than his slaves. Once they were free in their thinking, then he no longer controlled them, could never trust them. He could trust Fran because he had trained her himself and her mind was his. She entertained no thoughts of rebellion at all because she feared him so terribly. Nothing was in her mind but fear. No thoughts of anything, no plots to escape, no thought of receiving mercy or special favors although she was treated better than the others.
He had purposely attended to every last detail of her subjugation. When he first abducted her, he did not keep her bound. He wanted to be certain she would be bound in her mind and she did, not require leather thongs and steel shackles.
He had placed a dog collar around her neck and made her walk naked On all fours. Of course she resisted at first but he had beaten her. He beat her constantly and she had no spirit left. Then the monster fit her with a very special dog's muzzle. It was all leather and it fitted tightly around her entire head. She was permitted to see out of it and her nose was free, but a large piece of leather covered her mouth. It was pulled tight against her face so that it wouldn't move. The unique part of the muzzle was that the leather that covered her mouth had a perfectly round hole in it, the diameter of Sammy's huge cock. The hole was rimmed with a wide ring of steel which protruded into her mouth about half an inch. Just long enough to prevent her teeth from closing down on his cock as he entered her mouth with his cock. It was round and it forced her mouth in a roundly opened submission, ready for his cock at any and all times. He made her wear it always and as she crawled around on all fours, she was indeed very much like a dog. She was naked, she was muzzled, she was unable to speak. He whipped and kicked her every time he came near to her. Or he'd fuck her in the mouth at will.
As he inserted his stiff cock into her mouth, he would reach his arm across her and whip her ass as she knelt on all fours facing him. Her moans from the whipping always turned him on.
Many times, he would turn her around and fuck her "doggie style". Except that he wouldn't enter her cunt. He'd fuck her ass-hole. It was virgin and tight and she screamed out through the open-holed mouth muzzle but she could not speak out nor beg for mercy and he'd whip her as he fucked her up the ass and her half screams and half moans would come out like howls from a whipped dog. She sounded just like a howling, whipped dog and he delighted in her total shame and degradation.
The pain at her ass was like nothing she had ever known and he slammed her fast and hard and ripped through her guts. She felt her insides being pushed and pulled apart with his in and out, back and forth motions. .
Between the ass-fucking and the cat o' nine tails which scourged her soft flesh, Fran was in total pain,, her young mind knowing nothing but the feel of him as he ministered to her discipline.
She bled the first time he had ass-fucked her. Then he took his bloody, shitty cock and forced it into her muzzled mouth and he whipped her ass with the cat o' nine tails as he hunched and thrust back and forth and in and out of her yielding mouth.
He had her by the back of the head and she could not pull away and he slammed deep down her throat and watched the tears of pain come to her eyes. And she could do nothing to stop him. Her hands and feet were not tied and only the mouth-fucking muzzle harness restricted her. Yet, she had experienced nothing but complete fear, pain and degradation at his hands and she would offer no resistance whatever. She was indeed the total slave.
He would come in hot splashes of come deep down her throat and she would be unable to do anything but suck for air and receive hot come instead. She would swallow as fast as she could and she would take most of his hot come deep down inside her. But she would be unable to close her mouth and some come would spill out, down her chin. He would whip her then for that but she never raised up off all fours to get away from his lash. She would simply kneel there with that stupid looking muzzle keeping her mouth open and she would receive her whipping like a dog receives a whipping. Better than a dog because she would simply hang her head. She would not crouch low or try in any way to avoid the beating.
That's how he knew Fran was totally subjugated. She was in bondage without being tied up. She could never resist him because he had controlled her mind. He had trained her thoroughly. And it had all been so simple. There was not much to it other than the whip and the constant humiliation.
Now he allowed her to wear boots and walk upright, but only to feed and clean up after the women in bondage. Most of the time she was completely naked and on all fours. She even ate out of a dog's dish, off the floor, with her mouth in the dish as a dog eats. His training had been unrelenting. She would do his bidding now because her mind was programmed to obey like a robot obeys. like a trained animal. like a well trained slavegirl.
He had enjoyed training Fran more than he enjoyed keeping the others in bondage. Fran was more visible. The other were in his head as he had to imagine their torment. He could not make them do anything. They just hung there and were whipped, maybe whipped until they passed out. But none of them were made to perform for him like trained animals. like a whore had to perform, whether she wanted to or not
Yes, a whore like his mother. She had to do whatever the customer wished. Especially as she got older and her looks began to fail her. Then it was worse. Then she had to specialize in the bizarre. Then she had to cater to all the perverts with the wild fetishes.-likes whips and chains and leather and rubber and submit to getting pissed on and shit on and made to crawl like a dog.
He remembered watching her. After that session with the man who had completely dominated her, he made sure his mother remained his slave. He always threatened her with the return of the cruel man. Before he left he had made the woman promise to remain the boy's slave and he told Sammy that if she ever went back on her promise to look him up and he would come over again and beat her so badly she wouldn't be able to walk for a month.
His mother was terrified and she obeyed the child in everyway. She catered to his every whim and one of his whims was to watch her as she worked her trade. His other whims included whipping her himself and making her suck his cock and fuck for him. But always with pain. He was unable to get a hard-on with out first hearing her moans of pain.
So, for her sin of whipping his young cock, his mother paid dearly. She was tormented at her trade and she was tormented by her son. Hers was a life of pain and shame. Hers was a life of broken spirited degradation. And that was how he kept her until she was too old to even give nickle blow jobs in the gutter. Then he kicked her out to die like a dog by herself. He never knew what happened to her but he was sure she was dead by now.
He had kept his mother like that and he was going to keep other whores like that. He was going to be the supreme master of all of them and after they were broken and destroyed in mind and body, he was going to leave and go to another part of the country and begin all over again. That kind of life seemed great for him. It was an "adventurer's" life, he told himself. He might even enroll in another school and perhaps even join a police department someday as he had told Carol.
He chuckled to himself at that idea. Yes, that would be a novelty. He could get to punish and prosecute all the young whores that way. He would get to know them all if he worked for the vice squad. He would get to know their habits and where they lived and it would all be easier.
He planned how he would torture those whores. Beat them senseless and use them. But that was all in the future. That was all future dreams and plans. Right now he had his hands full with enough whores to be made into worthless, mindless slaves.