Chapter 7
The man untied Judy, threw a robe around her shoulders, and ordered her out of the van.
"Now don't you cause any fucking trouble in this place, or you'll be real sorry," he told her as he shook his finger in her face. Then, he slapped her hard across the face, and she practically fell to the ground. She stumbled about and finally regained her balance.
"Wh-What did you hit me for?" she asked in total disbelief. "I didn't do anything wrong."
The man sneered at her and answered briskly, "That's just a warning in case you get any wild ideas of running off or something. I want to inform you that these people don't take any shit from anybody-especially the cunts that they sell as slaves. Understand?"
"Yes," she muttered. "I won't do anything wrong. I promise."
"That's a good little slave," he snorted in a taunting voice as he gripped her arm and led her through the front door of the secluded house.
The voluptuous brunette immediately appeared. She glared disapprovingly at Judy, and spoke. "My name is Belinda. You are to obey my every command without complaint. Now, you can start by getting down on your knees and following me," she commanded in a cool voice that betrayed a taste for brutality and sadism.
Judy knew that she had better obey the evil woman named Belinda, so she knelt before the voluptuous brunette. But, even before her knees touched the floor, Belinda kicked her hard in her tits.
"Ouch!" Judy yelped as the pointed toe of Belinda's boot caught her in her tender tit-flesh.
"Shut up, you fucking whore," Belinda hissed as she raised her arm high above her head and brought an unseen birch cane down hard across Judy's neck.
"Oh, my God!" Judy screamed. "Why are you hurting me? I haven't disobeyed you," she said as she looked up at the woman through tear-stained eyes.
"I am in charge of training you to be a good slave," Belinda responded in the same cool tone of voice. "You must learn that your duties to your future master will require you to accept pain and discipline even when you are not at fault. In fact," she added with a wicked grin, "while you are here, you will actually learn to enjoy pain and humiliation. You will learn to crave degradation and whippings."
"No! No! No, I refuse!" Judy shrieked. "I will be nobody's slave! And I will never learn to enjoy pain. No matter what you do to me, I will never be a willing slave!"
Judy braced herself for the beating that she expected to receive, but, instead of whipping her, the brutal brunette strapped a dog collar around Judy's neck and pulled her by a leash.
Belinda led the crawling woman into a huge room, equipped with all sorts of Medieval-looking implements of torture-iron maidens, numerous whips and chains, stocks and whipping posts.
Good heavens! Judy thought. These people were really serious. She quickly thought it over, and decided that it would be best to go along with Belinda and do whatever she was told to do. Perhaps, at some future time, she would discover a way to escape and return to her life as Jim Jordan's wife. That was the thin thread of hope to which she clung. She must return to her husband. There must be a way! But how? she asked herself.
A handsome, muscular man entered the room. Belinda dropped the leash and strolled casually over to him. Together, they glared at Judy.
The man spoke first. "Judy is your name. Is that correct?"
"Yes," she replied weakly.
"She's a bit feisty," Belinda interjected. "I think that a few basic lessons in discipline and humility are in order for this one," she added.
The man walked toward Judy, lifted her chin and inspected her teeth. Then he tore the robe off of her ripe young body, and she knelt abjectly before him, naked and scared to death.
"Oh, I don't know, Belinda. She looks pretty docile to me. And she's a real beauty, too. Look at her lovely tits," he said as he cupped her ripe tits in his strong hands. He hefted her tit-flesh tenderly, almost lovingly.
Judy felt compelled to speak. "Thank you," she said meekly. This man was obviously more powerful than Belinda, and Judy decided to do anything possible to get on his good side.
Turning quickly to address Belinda, the man waved his hand in the direction of the door. "Leave this one to me, Belinda," he said. "I do believe that, when properly bathed and fixed up, she will be quite a beautiful slave."
"B-But, I thought that..."
"Shut up, Belinda," the man said calmly. "Shut up and leave before I get angry with you. I'm sure that you would not want me to get angry, especially in this particular room," he added as he gestured toward all of the implements of torture which filled the evil room.
"No," Belinda quickly responded. "I'll leave at once," she said as she spun on her heels and departed at a fast pace.
Judy felt a great sense of relief. The man who stood over her was indeed the more powerful person of the evil duo. Moreover, she felt a tingling sensation in her pussy. And, she remembered that, when he had cupped her tits, her nipples had instantly become taut with excitement-sexual excitement!
"Well, now Judy," he said. "My name is Bradford Biddington. What do you think about that?" he added with a wide smile.
Judy instantly recognized the name. Bradford Biddington was a famous and wealthy man. His name was a household word. Biddington Magazine was, next to Playboy and Penthouse, the most popular erotic magazine in the entire world! But, how could such a famous man conduct such an evil underground operation as running a slave market in the United States? It was unbelievable.
"I understand exactly what you are thinking, my dear," Biddington said with a grin. "But, believe me, it is true. I have a great deal of money and many connections in high places, so I've been able to stay out of trouble thus far. And, hopefully, I will continue to stay out of trouble, and out of jail," he continued with a grimace.
"But-But, Mr. Biddington. You are known throughout the world. And you can have practically any woman that you want. I simply don't understand."
"I'm not sure that I understand, either," he replied matter-of-factly. "But, it is true."
"This is so strange," she said.
"Strange, but nevertheless true," he replied. He gripped her wrists and pulled her to her feet. Then he bent over and kissed her deeply and warmly. His tongue slithered like a snake into her mouth. And she kissed him back, warmly and tenderly-and lovingly.
Wave upon wave of erotic pleasure racked her body as they kissed. She did not understand her emotions, but she did not care. They kissed for a long time.
As their lips parted, Biddington gripped her tit and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. His teeth dug into the sensitive area around her taut nipple, but it did not seem to hurt. Instead, the love-bite sent passionate waves of pleasure coursing through her veins-on a direct path to her hot, juicy cunt.
"Get down on all fours, Judy," he instructed. "I want to fuck you doggie-style."
Had anyone else commanded her to perform such a lewd and debasing act, she would have rebelled. But this man seemed to possess some strange power over her. As a result, she instantly obeyed.
As soon as she was in position, he thrust his hips forward, and his hard prick entered her cunt.
"Hmmmmmm," he whispered throatily. "It seems as though your little pussy is hot and juicy for my cock."
"Yes, Mr. Biddington. My cunt is ready for you. Please fuck me. Please fuck my cunt. My cunt is on fire. I need your cock inside of my tight pussy."
Without saying a word, Biddington plunged his prick deep into her seething hot cunt. She moaned in ecstasy as he ground his hips lasciviously against her ass-cheeks and fucked her hard and fast.
Never before had Judy found fucking to be so enjoyable. She writhed beneath his powerful cock-thrusts, and she pumped her hips to meet his hard cock each time that it pumped into her tight twat. Within a few moments, she was shaking her head back and forth, flailing her pretty, sweat-dampened blonde hair about on the floor. She was fucking the man doggie-style-and loving every second of it!
"Oooohhhh!" she moaned as a warm sensation of lustful passion filled her cunt.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," he whispered as he rammed his prick into her hot cuntal-sheath. "You're doing real good, Judy," he said.
"Y-your cock. It feels so nice and hard in my cunt. I-I've never felt this way before. Honest, Mr. Biddington... honest. My pussy feels like it's on fire. Good God!" she gasped in ecstasy.
All of a sudden, she felt a powerful orgasm coming on. Her clit-nubbin hardened and her pussy convulsed. Her cunt-muscles tightened beyond belief, and her brain was flooded with wonderfully erotic sensations. And then her orgasm hit her hard.
"Aggghhhh! Ohhhhhh, my God! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked as her cunt-muscles tightened and clamped around his hard cock to receive the mighty cock-thrust which she knew would bring her to a much-wanted climax. "Aaaaiiieeeee!" she wailed as her orgasm shook her. When she came, her cunt spasmed uncontrollably and her entire body convulsed in a thrilling orgasm. She felt as though she had died and gone to heaven with Bradford Biddington, the world-renowned publisher of erotic magazines.
Biddington continued to pump his prick into her spasming cunt. Harder and faster, he drove his rock-hard cock into her seething cuntal depths.
She writhed in blissful ecstasy, and jerked her hips back and forth to meet his powerful cock-thrusts.
Only a few seconds after she came, she heard him grunt loudly and felt his prick pulse and throb against her tight, wet cunt-walls. She knew that he was about to shoot his load of cum into her cunt, and she welcomed it. Much to her amazement, she enjoyed it!
Sure enough, Biddington plunged his prick hard into her hot pussy and groaned as he came.
"Unnnggghhhh!" he grunted as a load of white-hot jism spewed out of his prick-slit and washed her tight cunt-walls with sticky, slippery cum.
As Biddington's cock throbbed and deposited all of his jism in her hot cunt, he continued to fuck her-and fuck her hard and fast. He kept on fucking her pussy until he was completely spent-until there was no jism left in his cock or balls. Then, his frantic fucking movements slowed to a halt. He breathed deeply and sighed. Then he rested his muscular body upon hers.
"Good God!" she gasped. "Mr. Biddington, that was really wonderful. Your cock brought me to a climax. I didn't think that it was possible, but I actually came!" she exclaimed ecstatically.
"Yes, that was nice," he panted. "You really do have a beautiful body, Judy, and you fuck like a kitten. Damn!" he exclaimed. "I've fucked plenty of women in my time, but I don't believe I've ever enjoyed fucking so much."
"Really!" she replied anxiously. "Did you really enjoy fucking my pussy that much?"
"I sure did," he replied.
"Please fuck me again, Mr. Biddington!" she wailed. "Please fuck me one more time, I beg of you!"
Immediately, Bradford Biddington pulled his flaccid prick out of her cunt and stood up.
"Nobody tells me what to do, bitch!" he rasped. "Now, get the fuck up and receive your punishment. I have to punish you for cumming when I fucked you just now."
Judy could hardly believe her ears. Bradford Biddington sounded hard and harsh. When she looked into his eyes, he looked as though he was inhuman-as though he had no emotions whatsoever.
She stood up, shaking with fear. Biddington led her to a cross-shaped contraption made of heavy oak wood that stood in the corner.
He strapped her into the device, and she found herself bound tightly by thick leather straps-her legs and arms splayed apart.
Biddington walked to the opposite wall and pulled down a heavy horse-whip, with a lash that had to be at least six feet long.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried in agony and frustration. "We just fucked and you admitted that you enjoyed fucking me. It doesn't make any sense," she cried.
"I don't make any sense, Judy," he replied coldly. He had not a tint of emotion in his cruel voice as he unwound the wicked whip and lashed her across her exposed tit-flesh. "I never made any sense," he added as the whip raked across her tits a second time.
"Noooooo!" she wailed. "Please don't whip me! I didn't do anything wrong! I obeyed you! Please. What is the matter?" she asked with imploring, tear-filled eyes that showed a strong sense of compassion for the very man who was whipping her so brutally.
"I have to do this," the man bellowed as he continued to lash her unmercifully with the wicked horse-whip. "Don't you understand? Are you that naive, you stupid cunt?"
"No, I don't understand," she wailed. The blows struck her tender tit-flesh with ferocity. Biddington was really into whipping her now, and she had not the slightest idea why. Yet, even though he was treating her so cruelly, she felt as though she loved him. She tried to untangle her thoughts, but she could not sort it out. How in the world could she possibly love the man who was whipping her? The man who intended to sell her as a slave! Her mind was awash in confusing thoughts. Nothing made any sense!
Bradford Biddington had just moments ago fucked her to the most fulfilling climax that she had ever experienced. Now he was beating her unmercifully with a cruel horse-whip. And, the only explanation that he had to offer was that it was something that he had to do!
What was going on? she wondered as the whip bit into her tender up thrust tits. And why... why was she getting turned on again. It did not make any sense, but her clit was tingling again, and her cunt was hot and wet with pussy-juice. She wanted to fuck him again. But she did know why.
"Take that, and that, and that!" he shouted every time he lashed her tits with the long horse-whip.
Finally, he dropped the whip and stood before her, perspiration pouring down his face, his eyes open wide and glaring at her, taking in all of her naked young body with a single glance.
He looked tired and worn out. His muscles bulged from the work of wielding the whip. He no longer looked evil and possessed with wickedness as he had a moment before when he was mercilessly whipping her tender tits.
She looked straight at him with loving eyes filled with tears of compassion and pain. Her feelings were mixed. She loved him for the way that he had fucked, but she despised him for beating her so crudely. But, on second thought, she almost loved him for whipping her. It had obviously relieved his mental pain and frustration.
"I had to whip you," he said calmly, breaking the awkward silence. "It gets out all of my frustrations. And you, Judy, have frustrated me more than any other woman I have ever met. Fucking you was wonderful, and I have never felt quite like that before. But, I need to release my frustrations, and I do that by beating the women that I fuck. I feel like I need to punish them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bradford, I really do understand," she said with a look of sincerity and love in her eyes.
"Well, fuck it!" he said as his features became stern and hard. "And fuck you too! I have a wealthy client all lined up to buy you as his personal slave. And I'd be a damned fool if I let you fuck with my business. I have too damned much to lose, and I won't do it."
"You won't do what?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, cutting her off. "Now get into the showers right away," he said as he led the way. "I want to get you all cleaned up and looking pretty when my client-and your new master-arrives. Hurry up!" he said as he slapped her ass and rushed her into the showers.
When she stepped out of the showers, she felt refreshed and clean for the first time in days. Biddington greeted her and handed her a beautiful dress, which she quickly put on her beautiful body. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and admired herself. She really was a beautiful woman, she thought.
Then, reality dawned on her. She was not returning to Bradford Biddington, but she was to be sold to some vile man whom she had never even met. She was to be sold as a slave! The thought shook her and she retched and almost vomited.
"What's the matter, Judy?" Biddington asked, his face showing visible signs of true concern.
"I-I think that... I love you," she replied with tears in her eyes.
Biddington looked deep into Judy's deep-blue eyes, which were wet with tears. "Listen," he said, "I'm not sure how I feel about you, Judy. But, you are somehow different from the other women I've fucked. And, I've been thinking. I just can't sell you off as a slave. Somehow, you've touched me. Even though you have experienced my strange ways, you say that you love me."
He took her by the hand and led her to a door. Opening it, he told her, "You are free to leave. Take the main road about a mile and you will come to the freeway. I will trust that you will not go to the police about me. Maybe I am being foolish, but I'm going to let you go," he said.
Judy was dumbstruck. Biddington was giving her the chance to leave. "Thank you," she said softly as she stepped out the door.
She ran as fast as she could for a while. Then, she slowed down, stopped, spun on her heels and ran back to the door.
As she stepped inside, she saw Bradford Biddington sitting in the corner of the room, his head in his hands. She raced over to him. "Bradford, keep me as your slave," she pleaded. "Please, I want to serve you."
Looking up with a stunned look on his face, Biddington said, "Judy, you've come back. I can't believe it!"
"Yes, I want you and only you," she cooed as she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly.
"But, if you stay here with me, you must know that I will be mean to you at times," he said. "I'll fuck you often, but you saw how I get afterwards. I'm liable to whip you after every fucking."
"I don't care," she said. "I want you, Bradford-only you. I'll be your slave forever. You're the only person I care about. Please take me as your slave!" she cried. "Please, I beg of you!"
Biddington's eyes filled with lust, and as he tore the dress from her body and rammed his hard prick into her seething hot cunt, Judy felt loved for the first time in her life. She looked forward to living with Bradford Biddington for the rest of her life-as his slave!