Chapter 7
The three cops wondered what they were going to do next. The waitress brought them all another cup of coffee and they avidly watched her full ass bounce as she walked away. How were they going to get Sue free? How were they going to find her before the madman rapes and kills her and hides the body?
They did not know whether she was still alive or whether she was dead. They hoped she was only kidnapped and not raped and murdered. They had just received word that they were all going to be brought up on departmental charges for losing the girl. Now the situation was suddenly different. Now they wanted her back to save their jobs.
Damn, it would all be so easy if the department would give them another policewoman to work with. As of now they had nothing to go on. Another policewoman could get taken by the kidnapper and hopefully, this time they would be there to catch him. That was their only chance. What else did they have to go on? Where could they turn? What was to become of them if they lost their jobs, lost their guns and badges?
Life certainly was not fair. Life was hell. There was no justice any where. Here they were trying to do the best job they knew how and this stupid broad who was just a frustrated cunt in need of a stiff hosing, who comes along and presses the issue of female equality, woman's rights and all that other worthless shit and she makes trouble for the whole department by getting herself captured by a madman when she should be home having babies. Now they had to suffer for her stupidity.
And they weren't even sure if She did not invite it all. They knew that all woman secretly need and want to be raped. They were willing to bet that Sue was having the time of her life while the kidnapper was raping the hell out of her. Dumb bitch!
The captain had called them all into his office. He showed them a memorandum dated a few days ago stating they were to never allow her out of their sights. Christ, they had missed that one somehow. One of them was to pick that up and somehow they had missed it. They would have certainly complied with the directive, had they only known about it, they assured the captain. But Captain Reilly was angry. He threatened to take them all out of the detective division, put them back in uniform walking a beat and to bring them up on charges besides all that. Christ, he was mean when he was angry. They all wished they had never had to work with a policewoman. Had it been a man who got taken ot shot and killed or something, nothing would have been said. But no, it had to be a broad. Shit.
They had all thought it was going to be fun working with Sue. She was a pretty girl and she was new so they could push her around and order her around and tell her how they knew what was best for her. They were sure she was going to put out for all of them. They were sure she would want to, just to get in their good graces, just to get to be "one of the boys".
But Sue had not cooperated and they had been pissed off at her. So they left her alone and only worked with her when she called upon them for help. Which was never. She simply told them she would call them if and when she needed them. That was fine with them They wanted nothing to do with a cunt that didn't put oat for them anyway. She had a portable radio and they were sure she'd use it if she needed to contact them. Later when they found the radio in her dormitory room, they knew she had not taken it. Christ, that was hardly fair. If anyone should be brought up on departmental charges, it should be the cunt for not going according to procedures. She could be booted back to the uniform division and made to walk a beat and get demoted and lose her job and all that stuff. All the stuff the three cops were now being threatened with.
Life was not fair at all. Life was hell. It was a rough racket trying to make a living being a cop, they all agreed.
Meanwhile, Sammy was sitting in his bedroom in the big house on the hill. He had had to struggle all his life but he finally had the big housed and he didn't really need anything. He had money and he had personal slaves. His mother had worked hard and he had had the foresight to take her money from her and bank it. Bank it for his future. She would only have squandered it, anyway. It had been a long uphill battle and he had to sacrifice all along the way, but he had his money now.
He still wanted to do something worthwhile in life. He still wanted to be someone important like a lawyer or some such thing. But it was comforting to know he didn't have to do anything. He never had to work a day in his life if he didn't want to.
He had his big house. More importantly, he had his dungeon in the basement. He owned acres of land so that no one came around to disturb him. No one came past the No Trespassing signs he had posted all around. No one could hear any of the girls scream, even if he took off their gags. He had his money and his sex and there was nothing more he really wanted. He had enough money so that if things got too hot for him here, he could always just pick up and leave and go to another part of the country. He had no worries, no commitments.
He would like to finish school, though, he thought It was a personal thing with him to be able to feel like an intellectual, to feel like one of the established members of the community. That was important to him. So he would stay around and try to get his degree.
Hell, he didn't care if his degree even earned him a cop's job. That way he'd have plenty of opportunities to pick up hookers as they walk the streets. He would make deals with them then to let them go. It would be a fine and noble and very rewarding career for him.
Sammy heard a knock at his bedroom door. It startled him at first because he had been deep in his reveries. But he realized it was Fran.
"Come in, slave," he ordered. Fran entered with her head bowed. She carried a tray with warm milk for him just before he was to go to bed. It always relaxed him to drink some very warm milk before going to bed at night. Actually, it was not so much the warm milk as the sex he always had with Fran that tired him out and spent him and made him sleep like a baby.
He watched Fran now. She wore the new nose ring he had fitted her with earlier that day. She looked miserable with it through her nose but it was the mostingenious idea he'd had to date. It was convenient to hang a slave by and he could easily drag slaves around by a short lead of rope attached to the ring. Also it was a constant reminder of their slavery.
Fran was the only slave he had fitted so far with a nose ring, but the results were fantastic and he knew now he was going to put one on all the whores in the dungeon. He had thought he could not bring Fran down any lower than what she was as she crawled around naked on all fours with the dog collar around her neck. But the nose ring made an instant difference. All of a suden, her head bowed low and would not rise. Not at all. It was beautiful to watch. He was sure that if she were not required to stay on all fours, she would drop prostrate on the ground and lie there in devastated submission with her head low, all the way to the floor.
It was the most fantastic discovery he had ever made. He was definitely going to expand on the practice and Fran was soon to get nipple rings and a cunt ring for each of her cunt lips and maybe even an ass ring if he could figure a way to do that.
"Come here to the bed, dog," he ordered. "Assume a dog's position."
Fran did as she was told. She dragged her naked body to the bed with her eyes always on the floor. She then got down on an all-fours position with her front body resting on her elbows and on her knees with her ass high in the air, "presented" to him for his pleasure.
She knew what he was going to do. They had repeated this procedure many times. She only got fucked "doggie style", only ate on all fours from a dog's dish, only relieved herself from an all-fours position as a dog does and most of the time only walked around on all fours. She was beginning to believe she really was a dog. She was treated only as a dog is treated. She never wore clothes, never was without her dog's collar, was always underfoot, kicked and whipped.
Now she was going to be fucked like a dog. But not before her master tied her in the position of a dog. He secured her wrists and ankles to the bed with ropes. He tied her ankles wide to receive him from the back. He thought about fitting her with a doggie muzzle but he would have his fun with her by making her bark as he rammed her. He took up a whip and approached her now.
"Let me hear the dog speak." he ordered.
"Whoof, whoof!" she barked.
Whack! He whipped her hard with a short leather whip.
"Louder, dog. I want to really hear you!"
The "dog" obeyed and barked again as loud as she could. He whacked her a few more times with the whip as she knelt.
She barked constantly now, non-stop, as he continued to whip her bare ass which she had no choice but to hold high for him. He whipped her as he approached her from behind and soon he was kneeling behind her and whipping her naked back as she continued her humiliating whoofing.
This time, Sammy decided to really give her the doggie treatment. He grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with her brown ass-hole. She gasped involuntarily and continued her barking. He would fuck her up the ass. It would be excellent training for her, he told himself. He would be contributing to her doggie education.
He made sure he was all lined up and then he thrust his hips forward. The bitch-dog knew better than to pull away. Indeed, though she knew it would be excruciating, she thrust her ass backward slightly to meet his cock. It went up deep inside her hot and painful all the way. It sent burning, shooting pain deep within her guts.
All the time she barked, only now her barks were miserable, all the hurt and pain and humiliation reflected in each wail, each whine, each pathetic whoof. Sammy was really aroused by the sounds she was making and he was rock hard. He whipped her furiously now, constantly to add to her pain, to make her cries more to his liking.
She was receiving pain in her bowels and pain from his harsh whip. He was ramming her hard in and out as his hips moved in rapid cruelty back and forth. His body was filling with pleasure. His loins were alive and he was riding high on his lust. The passion was building and carrying him to heights of pleasure. He flailed away at the helpless slave with the nose ring which cruelly pierced her nostrils. He thrust hard back and forth and she felt her guts being pushed and pulled with his every movement. She knew she was pleasing him because it was hell for her. That was usually the criterion by which he judged his pleasure. The more she was punished, the more he was pleased. She knew this, understood this and now accepted this as the standard by which she conducted herself.
She felt the pain from her ass-hole to her throat and all along her naked arched back as his cruel whip kept up a constant punishment, a never ending flailing at her soft flesh. He was going like a machine behind her and she was accepting it like a fucking machine, a fuck-receptacle, existing only for his pleasure. "Whoof! Whoof! Whoof!" she barked as he ass-fucked her and whipped her. He was fucking her violently now and she was beginning to cry in spite of herself. She was crying for the pain and she was crying fox the humiliation. That surprised her because she did not believe she had any emotions left. She did not think there was anything else he could do to her that would get to her emotionally. She did not believe he had power over her in that area of her mind. Not any longer. She had believed he had burned it all out of her. She had believed that she could just function for him as a robot, a zombie to be fucked and whipped and humiliated but not really reached inside. Now he was reaching inside her by making her weep for her humiliation and pain.
And she hated him. He had no right to do this to her. He had no right to do this to the others. Who was he to decide he was the master of these women? Who was he to place himself above them all and to hand out heartless punishments and humiliations. She pulled slightly against her bonds. That was "something she had not done for a long time. She had usually accepted her bondage and not resisted. Now she tried the strength of the ropes. But she did it subtly so that Sammy would not suspect her rebellion. All the knots held good and tight. She could not escape. At least not this session of pain and humiliation. But if she just did as she was told. If she took his whipping and his ass-fucking and barked the whole time as he instructed her to do, then she would be free to escape during the night. He always left her free during the night.
Oh, she had to lie on the floor by his bed, but he was a heavy sleeper and she was sure she could sneak out during the night and get away. He had fucked and whipped his slaves all day that day and she was certain he was tired.
All the time she thought these rebellious thoughts, her master rammed his big cock in and out of her ass cruelly. She suffered the ripping of her bowels and the push and pull that sent sharp pangs of torment all the way up her body. His whip never stopped biting into her soft white flesh and she knew she was covered with the bright red welts his whip was raising all over her.
Then she felt his ramming, jamming, hammering, pounding, pumping, thumping, slamming, cramming cock get harder, swell wider inside her and she knew he was ready to come. She braced herself. His whipping of her became more furious and she barked faster and louder accordingly. Then she felt the hot come explode inside her ass. It seemed to fill her with the hot fluid and she immediately felt dirty, soiled by his foul seed that washed through her. But she had to take it. She had to do exactly as her master told her to do and so she moved her ass slowly in rhythm to his thrusting hips and she tried to make his cruel pleasure as good for him as possible.
After he came he continued to whip the poor bound girl. She had been through this kind of session before and she knew that his whipping could continue for a few minutes or for an hour. She was to bark the whole time, she knew and so she kept up her miserable, wailing, howling barking that pleased her master so much. She hung her head in the ultimate shame of what he had made her and she wailed and barked and took her punishment without pulling at the ropes she knew would not yield.
She was not certain how long he beat her. She just let all the spirit wash out of her as his whip descended again and again. He whipped her ass now too because he was out of her and she felt the hot come coming out of her ass-hole in a stream of oozing juice that coated her skin but did not soften the cruelty of his lash.
She surrendered to the pain.
That night she would escape him, she told herself. That night as he lay asleep with her on the floor, she was going to flee the evil house and got to the police and have the sick bastard arrested and thrown away in a cell for the rest of his life.
The whipping finally stopped. She remained there and barked because he hadn't told her to stop barking. He whipped her a few more times then, instructing her to shut up and stop that ridiculous barking she was making. So she just knelt there with her head low and waited for whatever he was going to do next. Whatever it was, she was going to take it. She would take anything as long as she could escape later. He could do no worse than he had already done to her, making her a slave, a dog, whipping and kicking her and making her clean up after the other poor helpless victims. What more could he do. Whatever he did, it would be his last, because she was going that night. There was no way she was going to continue her foolishness as she had by staying there to receive worse punishment from him.
He would spend days thinking up new pain for her and the others. He had already told her she was to have rings pierce her nipples and cunt just like the one he had so cruelly forced through her nostrils. Each punishment got progressively worse. Soon she would be near death and it will be too late. She had to flee now while she still could. She had to. She had to live. She had to live and she had to have some pride left when he got through with her.