Chapter 8
Sue hung there after her whipping and rape. There was no spirit nor pride left in her. She hung there unable to move and she was sure she was going to go berserk. She was sure that if she let herself she was going to lose her mind. She could not see nor speak and she had not been fed nor anything since she was kidnapped. Now she had to move her bowels and there was no one she could tell. There was no way she could communicate her need to relieve herself. There were no footsteps, there was no way to tell whether it was night or day or if anyone was around and she tried again to move but not even an inch of movement was granted her.
And the awful cramp in her abdomen was killing her. If she moved her bowels all over herself, she was surely going to die of shame. The indignity of it, even should she be rescued, would be too much for her to ever bear. But i she really had to go now. She was afraid too of what Sammy would do if she made a mess. He was insane, she knew and he no doubt would whip her to death for her disgusting act.
She began to cry. God, she had to relieve herself. All the leather thongs held tight and she cried because she could not even sway while being suspended, that's how firmly secured she was. Not that she would want to sway because the slightest movement would cause horrible pain. But the idea of not being able to move was hell. Her feet and hands had nothing to push against and the cruel leather harness around her middle forced her back into the cruelest arching position she had ever known.
Now her muscles were beginning to cramp because she had tried so hard to move. Her muscles knotted up and as they began to cramp with pain they tightened even more and soon she became one mass of contorted, convulsed muscles out of control. Her whole body was in total pain, totally bound up knots of agony.
That was when her sphincter let go and she shit all over herself. Then she pissed herself and she cried and hung there in total pain and total shame. There was not a single thing anyone could do to her that would have drained any more spirit and pride from her. Her body was a naked mess, welts crisscrossed her ravished flesh, she had been raped and humiliated and now she was knotted from head to foot in the most painful muscle cramps she had ever experienced.
Then she heard the whip sing out and the whipping began! She had thought she was alone but now she was being whipped! No one spoke. But the whip spoke! Whack! Whack! Whack! It burned all along her body! No one had to speak. She was being punished for her disgusting mess.
The whipping continued for several minutes and her muscles contorted even worse. She was one massive knot of pain and the whip rained down upon her! Couldn't he see that she was in pain? Couldn't he see that she had lost control of all her muscles? Didn't he see the bulges through her skin? Or didn't he care?
The whip continued its cruel punishment and she knew he didn't care anything about how he punished her. So, she just hung there and took it and let all spirit leave her. She had no choice but to accept his cruelty.
When the beating finally stopped her muscles began to relax and soon, after several minutes, she felt only the exhaustion the ordeal left her with. Then it seemed a lifetime of silence again. Was he gone? She had thought he was gone before but he was there to whip her when she messed herself. Now she was left with the awful smell to add to her shame. How long would she have to remain like that until she was cleaned up? How long?
But then she felt something at her head. Her face mask was being removed! But no, it was only being pulled up off her mouth, but not over her eyes. She would still not be allowed to see.
"I am going to remove the ball-gag in your mouth, whore," she heard him say. "If you' utter a single sound, or try in any way to communicate or beg for mercy while the gag is removed, I promise you, I will whip you until you are unconscious. You are not to try to speak at all or you will be the sorriest woman alive."
Sammy began to remove her mouth gag. She remembered what he had said and after the ball-gag was taken from between her cramped and tortured jaws, she did not try to speak. She couldn't anyway. She found she couldn't even begin to close her mouth or to make her tongue obey her control.
Her master quickly fitted her with the opened-mouthed gag that forced her mouth into the open O shape. She couldn't close her mouth and the open hole allowed her master access all the way down her throat. The mouth harness was similiar to the doggie muzzle he had placed on Fran.
"Now that I have access to your mouth, whore, I think I should feed you some of your own shit! You are hungry, aren't you?"
Sue felt the panic race through her now! The awful bastard! That was why he had removed the ball-gag. That rotten son of a bitch! She was going to be forced to eat her own shit as she hung there with her head pulled all the way back, her mouth wide opened now to the ceiling where anything could be deposited there. And it was impossible for her to even turn her head to one side. She was completely at his mercy and all she could do was moan a little louder than she could .with the ball-gag. At least now she could grunt. But grunts were for animals and her master did not need any encouragement to treat her like an animal.
Eat her own shit! Oh, God, how awful! Yet she knew she was going to have to do it. She had no choice.
"But first, bitch," he said. "I am going to mouth fuck you deep down your throat!"
Oh, God! Which was worse! When he said all the way down her throat, she knew he meant all the way down her throat! And there was no way she could stop him. She could not close her mouth, not do anything but keep her mouth opened and contorted in the petfect O shape of the mask!
She heard him near her head! He was dropping his pants. She heard his zipper and the material drop to the floor. Then she felt his hands grab her head. Her head was right at cock level. She could still smell her own shit and she wasn't sure whether he'd dick her mouth or drop some of her shit into it.
She was almost thankful when she felt his hot cock enter her mouth. He slipped his big cock easily along her tongue and she could not stop it. It touched the back of her throat and she began to gag and choke! Oh, Christ! she thought. If I puke now I'll choke and die on my own vomit!
But just as she was about to gag, her master shoved his huge cock all die way into her throat! Her throat muscles convulsed madly and he began to pump in and out with his cruel tool as she struggle to breathe. He beat his cock in and out, in and out as his hips worked furiously back and forth and into her face. She was receiving a thorough mouth-fucking. A face-fucking like she had never received before. She had absolutely no control over what he was doing to her and he was entering all the way down her throat. Her stomach was retching and her throat muscles were tightening convulsively around his cock.
She was giving him fantastic pleasure by her quivering, uncontrollable throat muscles and she knew it but she was helpless to do anything. She tasted his salty cock and she knew he had recently fucked someone up the ass with it. After several in and out thrusts, she had sufficiently cleaned off his cock so that now all she tasted was his come juices that began to ooze out even before his come.
She fought for air, sucking desperately and all she got for her efforts was more come. She was sucking come instead of air and the more she was prevented from breathing, the harder, more desperately she sucked!
And all the time the cruel cock was slamming away at her poor harnessed face. He began to whip her now as he face-fucked her and she could not understand what pleasure that brought her until she realized that because she could not move and thrash beneath the whip, she gasped and sucked for air. So that by whipping her he was able to guarantee the maximum pleasure of her sucking mouth around his cock. She was sucking until it appeared her cheeks would collapse.
The big cock hammered away and she wept and desperately sucked while he mouth-fucked her and whipped her. And she knew she was to be rewarded by having to eat her own shit when all of this was through! He slammed and banged into her and she felt his big member begin to swell. She was going to suck him off and she was unable to stop him from having his pleasure with her. She was giving him the best blow job she had ever given anyone and she hated him and did not want to give him a good blow job but she had no choice as her cheeks sucked in and she fought for breath and sucked his hot come out of his cruel, stabbing cock!
He began to come in long spurts of hot come that flooded her throat and she was helpless to do anything but suck it all down desperately. She was unable to to stop his pleasure as he whipped her soft white skin and made her gasp in all of his slimy come, deep, deep down her convulsing throat.
He came and flooded her. He fdled her hungry stomach with his hot come and she knew she was taking her master for her food. She almost felt grateful, for she had not been fed since she was taken by him. She felt his come warm her insides and she was grateful for the food that filled her.
But now she would have to eat her own shit. Now she would have to take another kind of food. She felt slimy and dirty and horrible at having to swallow all of the monster's come. Not that she had never swallowed come before. Only that he was such a despicable creature that she hated the very thought of it.
She gasped now for the air she so desperately needed and she prayed he would not force feed her while she was sucking air. She knew, how he would do it. He would fill her mouth and then hold her nose so that she had to swallow just to breathe. So, he would get his way, as he always got his way. She would have to eat it. She would have to do exactly as she was told to do by him and as soon as she began to understand that, the better off she'd be. There might even be less whippings then, although she really doubted that he would slacken off on his punishment of her. He loved his discipline too much to ever give it up. He loved to have women squirm and thrash and moan beneath him. That was how he maintained his hard cock, that was how he was able to come. Without the moans and the pain, he was nothing.
"You will have to wait until my slavegirl comes to force-feed you. She is very adept at her task and she knows how to get you to take all of your shit. She has done this many times to many other slaves. So I advise you not to try to fight her. She can be as cruel as I am. But right now I must go and release her from her bondage. Your v jt will not be very long, cunt. You shit-eating slut!"
He whacked her a couple more times with the whip before he left, just to remind her of its bite and just to hear her moan for him. And then he was gone. Sue hung there and wept She could feel every lash, she could taste every drop of his come and the prospects ahead left her mouth feeling awful, anticipating the horrible taste, the shame of having to eat her own mess!
He was the cruelest man she knew. But he was smart also and there was no one who could stop him. Not the police, not anyone. He would have his way, as he always had his way. She was to endure it all. All the shame and degradation and pain he was to give her. She was his to do with as he wished and he knew it and she knew it and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Why did it have to be like that? Why was he getting away with it. Why couldn't he be caught and his balls cut off and let him rot in prison forever? Where was the justice of life?
Sue thought all these thoughts and cried bitterly. And why did she have to be one of the victims?
Now he was going to free his slave to torture her further. The poor slave no doubt had no choice but to obey him. If she dared to be merciful to any of the women in bondage, she would be severely punished, Sue was sure. Poor girl. Sue wondered what kind of bondage she was held in. She did not even know the girl but she was sorry for her, even though the girl was going to be freed so that she could scoop up Sue's shit and make her eat it all.
Yes, it was easy to blame the slave. But no one knew the hell he put her through. No one knew. He was capable of anything, this madman. He was capable of the most fiendish punishments and bondage. And they had all had the gross misfortune of falling into his hands.
But Sue could not know the terror he had put the slave through during the night. She could not know that she too was due to have her nose and nipples and cunt lips pierced and suspended by the rings he was to place through them. Sue had not yet begun to know the full madness of her captor. But she was in his plans. She was definitely in his evil plans.
Fran knew. Fran perhaps knew him the best of all the others. She was the only one who was able to see the results of all of his madness. She was the one who fed and cleaned the women in bondage. She was the one who got the clearest picture. She was the one who knew of all his evils, saw it all, participated in it all. He had made her an accomplice in his madness and she had obeyed to get out of being whipped and beaten and tortured. But now she was feeling as guilty as he. She had force fed shit to the captives, she had whipped them for him. And she had spared them nothing. She had whipped them as brutally as she could because she knew it would please her master and pleasing him became all important to her. Pleasing her master became all she lived for.
But now things were changing. Even before he placed the nose ring things were changing. She was becoming immune to his punishments because he had taken all of her spirit from her and she had nothing left for him to take and she was left only with hatred for him.
But last night had been hell. Last night he had hot allowed her to sleep on the floor next to his bed. He had decided on torture instead. The ass-fucking and whipping were not enough for him. He wanted more. And he would always want more. He would never be satisfied until she lay dead at his feet. She had to stop him. She alone had to stop him.
He had tied her wrists behind her and then suspended her naked by the ring in her nose. Then he whipped her and ordered her to dance for him as he whipped her. But only her toes touched the floor. The cruel ring in her nose was tied tight to a thin rope so that she was forced to stand on tiptoes the whole night with her hands behind her back firmly tied.
She had danced for the cruel whip. She had pleased her cruel master and she had listened to his evil laughter as she performed her ridiculous pirouette while he striped her bare ass with red welts. But that would be the end. She would take no more of his evils. She would have no more punishment from the mad monster.
As she hung there all night she knew it could no longer go on. She listened while he snored away, after it was all over, all the dancing she had to do and the whipping she had to take, she listened while he snored in his happy, blissful sleep.
Her toes barely touched the ground and she had to maintain a constant balance as her face was pulled straight upward. If she once lost her balance or otherwise fell from her toes, she would rip off the tip of her nose. She was sure she would receive the whipping of her life then instead of medical care.
So she was determined not to lose her balance, not to fall off her toes no matter how tired she became. And she became very tired. The night was long. He had promised her that in the morning he would free her and later in the day he would put additional rings on other parts of her ravished body.
In the morning, he had gotten up and he had had not freed her. He had left her while he went out to torture the other women. If he decided to go to school that day and leave her hanging there, she was sure she could not bear it, could not hold out, could not keep on her toes. Her. feet and legs were so awfully cramped, so awfully tired.
But he returned at mid-morning and told her she had a clean-up and force-feeding to perform. Some more pain and torture for some helpless creature, she thought. The madman whipped her for no reason then, just because he wanted to hear her moan, wanted to watch her "dance" before him. He kept it up, flailing the cat o' nine tails across the soft undersides of her tits, across her nipples, across the tender undersides of her ass-cheeks.
"You are in no hurry to be released," he told her as he whipped her. "You are not often on anything but all fours. Now you should be happy to be on your toes." And he laughed.
When he finally released her and her heels hit the ground she collapsed to the floor and he laughed and whipped her some more, just for the fun of it. But he made the mistake of turning his back on her. The heavy lamp crashed down on his head.
The next thing he knew he was blindfolded with a ball-gag tight in his mouth. His hands were tied securely behind his back and he hung suspended by rings that pierced his nipples, his scrotum sack and the foreskin of his cock. He was forced to stand on his tip toes and the pain was unbearable.
He could hear all the women around him arguing over who was going to whip him with the cat o' nine tails, who was going to ram the big dildo up his ass, who was going to burn him with the red hot poker.
One thing was for certain. They were not going to turn him over to the police. Not for quite some time, anyway. Not in any recognizable state. Not without first having him spend excruciating months as their slave. And they knew they would get away with it. After all, he had driven them to it. He had made all their minds snap. They all shared the laughter of their evil joke. They decided they would all do these horrible things to him. After all, he could be burned and whipped and raped more than once. More than twice or three times. He was theirs now. He had a lot to learn at their hands.
When Fran had seen her master's head turn she had felt something snap inside her head and she knew she was going to kill him. So she found the large lamp in her hand before she realized exactly what she was doing.
It all happened before her eyes in an unreal slow motion. She saw the lamp smash into a hundred pieces and she saw his head open up and the blood squirt out. He fell in a slow, slow motion that seemed to take forever before he hit the floor.
She stood over the unconscious man then and she stared at him for a long time. But she knew what she was going to do and even without a conscious thought she found herself binding the man in tight ropes. She pulled the ropes as tightly as she could. She did not care about whether she stopped the circulation in his limbs. She bound him hand and foot and stood over him again.
She thought about beating and kicking him to death but he would have felt nothing then and she wanted him to suffer. She wanted him to feel all the pain and humiliation he made others feel.
But there would be time. There was plenty of time to exact her own punishment upon the monster. But she would need the help of the others to make it all as painful for him as possible. They would help her, she knew. They would gladly help" to make him as miserable as possible. They wanted him to suffer perhaps more than she wanted him to suffer, if that were possible. They would all have to get together and decide just how it was to be done. They would all have to agree.
But first she had to go and free the others. They had been bound for so very, very long. Even an hour bound the way he had them was an eternity. Even a few minutes. He was an evil sadist.
The others would be waiting for punishment. Fran would be their savior.
Fran almost ran out of the room. She could not wait to undo the evil she had helped to perpetuate. She could not wait to hear the relieved sighs of the women as she freed them from their bonds. It was a day she had waited for for a long time. It was a day she had dreamed of for what seemed like an eternity.
She ran to the chamber where the women were kept. There she stood in the doorway and trembled as she viewed the results of Sammy's evil works. The works she too had participated in.
Sue felt her hands being freed. She could not believe it. She could not believe what was happening to her. Was this another evil trick of the cruel master? Was she going to be freed only to have to perform some foul act for her master's pleasure. She thought she was to eat her own mess. Was this part of it? She had hung here for what seemed like forever and waited for the slave to come to her to force-feed her. Now she was being untied.
"Don't be afraid," she heard the female voice say. "I have overpowered the madman. I have him tied up, unconscious. He won't hurt any of us anymore. Don't be afraid. I have come to free all of you."
The captive women could not believe their ears. It was as though they had known no other life than that of bound slavery. They could not remember what it was like to simply stretch out their free limbs.
Here was this female voice telling them they were to all be freed. It was the voice of the madman's slave. His assistant. Could they trust her? Did they have a choice but to trust her? They had no more to lose. They were made to be the lowest creatures on the face of the earth and they could not have too much more evil done to them.
The poor slave of the madman had. no choice but to assist, they knew. They had no hatred for her. She had always seemed so sad, so broken as she went about the monster's work. She always depressed them more than they had been depressed just by looking into her sad eyes. So, they had no evil thoughts of her, even though she had helped the master punish them so brutally.
Fran undid all of their bonds. The naked women lay' crippled on the floor and waited for the life to return to their poor tortured limbs. They tried to move but it was impossible for a long time. They lay on the cold stone floor and did their slow writhe of freedom. Every muscle of their young bodies had been pulled and twisted out of jts usual shape and just thinking about moving was painful.
Fran went from one to the other and rubbed and massaged the cramps from their bodies. She was wonderful. Her hands were strong and loving and the women lay back and let the hands of the woman have their way about their bodies. She touched them in all the intimate places and they did not cafe. Her hands knew what they were about and the muscles of their tortured bodies began to untwist, to loosen, to come back to life.
It was great just to move, just to reach out and scratch an itch, just to touch their own welt-laden flesh. It was wonderful to breathe in deeply and let the air fill their lungs to capacity and not have it hurt just to take a breath. It was wonderful just to turn their heads and look to the light, to be able to stretch out and think about running or simply walking in the sunlight. To see the sun!
The stone floor was cold beneath them but even that was all right. Everything was going to be all right now. Everything was going to be fine as long as the monster was tied and in their power. Each one of the freed women secretly tested their stiff limbs to be certain they could be capable of inflicting pain and torment upon the madman. Each one knew they did not want him turned '. over to the police until they had had a long time to make him pay for what he had done to them.
They would never be the same women again, that was for certain. They would forever carry the mental scars of the madman's torture and confinement. Somehow it would help to know they had gotten their revenge upon him, that he was walking around without his balls, without his pride. Maybe even make it so that he could never walk again. Make it so that he had to forever crawl like the snake he was. Make it so that all who looked at him would know him for the animal he was.
No, they would not turn him over to any humane institution where he would be pampered and treated kindly and maybe later released because some sick doctor believed him cured. He would have to know the punishment
It would be a long, long time before he was ever free. If ever, he realized. Somehow, he thought, that was not fair. He would have freed them eventually. Yes, eventually after he destroyed their minds and bodies and made them into scum, not even fit for the gutter. Not even worthy to be spat upon.
Now what were they going to do to him? That was hell, not knowing just how far they were going to go. Somehow he understood that they were going to go as far as they possibly could go to bring him the most pain and degradation.
Now it was his turn. Now he was hated for being a madman. But he was not a madman, he told himself. .They were all whores who deserved to be punished. But he was not a madman.
But that did not matter now. Now it was his turn at the hands of angry, insane people who did not understand the meaning of humanity or mercy.