Chapter 2

The crop rose higher and higher and his eyes gleamed as he stared at her two twin ass cheeks, so firm and plump, raised so perfectly by the stiletto heels, sticking out so invitingly. Then he swung the crop down. It hissed through the air with a ripping sound and cracked against the blonde's ass cheeks.

CRACK!

Sara felt the impact against her ass cheeks, then, a split second later, a howling, roaring, blazing pain shredded her senses.

"Ahhhhhhrrhhhghghhhhhh!!!" she screamed, her body thrashing and shaking in maddened pain, unable to do more than dance and shake in place as her ass continued to burn like fire.

"We don't take no for an answer here, slut," he sniggered. "You don't wag your ass at us and then tell us not to fuck you. Here, you beg for ME to fuck YOU!" He swung the crop down again and again there was a ripping motion followed by the crack of noise as it hit her soft ass flesh.

Another raging blast of agony tore through the blonde teen's senses and she shrieked in pain, her hands pulling desperately at the chains above her as her legs jerked and shifted helplessly. Again the crop lashed across her ass, then again, then again, each blow a horrific stabbing lash of pain and heat that drew an animalistic shriek of agony from her shaking body.

"Dirty whore!" CRACK!

"AAAAARRGHHHHH!"

"Stinking slut!" CRACK!

"NOOO! AARRGHHHHHHHH!"

"Cheap tramp!" CRACK!

"STOP! AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"

"Like that, slut? Like that!" he sneered.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"ARRGHH! AAAHIIII! AAARGhghh! Aaaeeiiii!"

The room resounded to the terrible blows as the crop raised angry red welts all over her perfect round ass cheeks. She screamed and howled and shrieked as tears poured down her cheeks and her body strained against the bonds holding her in place.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, bitch? he sneered. "Do you love my cock now!!?"

"Ye... e..eeee... ee..e..eeeeesssss," she sobbed. CRACK!

"Yes Master!" he snarled.

"AHHrhrhghh! Yeeee... ee.e.eeesss Ma... ma. mmm. aaaaasssteer!"

"Say it again, slut! Say master!"

"Maammastteer!"

"Again!"

"Maassteere! Maassteeer! Maasster," she sobbed.

"You want my cock?"

"Yees, maaastteer."

"You want me to ram it up your dirty little cunt hole?"

"Y... yyy... yeesssss, maassteer," she wept.

"Say it! Beg for it, whore! Cheap, stinking slut!"

"Fu... fu... uffffuuuucck meeee," she sobbed. CRACK! CRACK!

"MASTER!" she shrieked. "Master! Master! Please fuck me, master! Please fuck me, master!"

"Tell me how you love my cock," he smiled.

"I... I... loovee your cock, master," she said in a choking voice. "I... I love your co..cock. I want your co... cock."

"Where, slut? Up your hole, your cunt, your TWAT!?"

"Yes, Masssteer," she sobbed.

"Say it, whore!" CRACK!

"Master! Please, master! Please fuck me, master! Please fuck my dirty hole! My cunt! Please fuck my... my twat! I love your cock, master! I love it! Please fuck my cunt with it, master!"

He gripped her hair and yanked her head back hard, making her cry out as fresh pain tore into her.

"You slut," he sneered. "You're just a bit walking fuck hole! All you're good for is fucking! Aren't you?! Aren't you!?"

"Ye... yee..e.esssssss," she cried.

"Say it, slut! Tell me what a cheap whore you are!?"

"I'm a whhooooreee!" she whimpered. "I'm a cheap whore! I'm a slut!"

"A cock hungry slut!"

"Yes! I'm a cock hungry slut," she panted.

CRACK!

"Ahhhrghg!"

CRACK!

"ARRGHH! NOOOO! Master! Master!"

"Don't forget it again, whore!" he snarled.

"I'm a cock hungry slut, Master! I'm a cheap whore, master!"

He went around in front of her and smiled his nasty smile, then reached down and gripped the bar holding her legs apart. He yanked it up, pulling her feet off the floor and letting all her weight hang from the wrists. He smiled, then lifted the bar higher and higher, puling it straight up and forcing her ankles up with it.

He raised the bar over her head, ignoring her whimpers of pain and discomfort as he bent her practically in two, jamming the bar over her head and then letting it down behind her neck. Sara groaned in pain and discomfort as her body was squeezed together. Her ankles were pulled way back over her shoulders and her ankles were pressing into the sides of her head.

Her back ached, and her spine threatened to snap. Her legs were burning from the strain and stretching, and her arms ached even more since all her weight now lay on them.

But perhaps worst of all was that the pressure of the bar against the back of her head was forcing her head down, forcing her to look down at how utterly exposed, how lewdly displayed her private parts were to the horrible man who'd kidnapped her. Never before in her life was her crotch so crudely and roughly exposed.

Her mind howled in misery and mortification as he stared down at her sex, and then slid his hand over her pussy and ass.

"Nice," he smiled. "Very nice. Now, Sara, you're going to tell me a little story."

"Wh... wh... a... a... ss... storry?" she moaned.

"A story, slut."

"Wh... what... what about ?" she panted. His face ' suddenly turned angry.

"Master! Master! I'm sorry, Master! What about, Master!"

He calmed a little, but still slid the crop between his fingers.

Amy was excruciatingly uncomfortable, and every part of her seemed to ache or sting, from her wounded, burning buttocks, to her strained thighs and back, to her fiercely aching arms and crushed wrists, and even her hair, which he had yanked and pulled liberally.

"This is a story about a dirty little girl named... Sara," he smiled. "Let's see now, it's the story of how... Sara... fucked her pet dog Rover. I want you to tell me how slutty Sara crawled around on all fours shoving her pussy into Rover's face, and how Rover fucked her to a dozen orgasms."

Sara was stunned and appalled. The very thought was too horrifyingly disgusting to have ever entered her mind. Fucking a dog!? This man was utterly insane!

"Do it now, slut! Tell me the story of how you fucked your dog!"

She didn't even have a dog! What was she going to do?! She trembled in fear, her mind spinning as his face got progressively angrier.

"I... I... uh, I was... naked," she gulped, "and, uh, I uh, crawled around on the floor... where my dog Rover was, and he uh, he started sniffing at my... my... pussy."

"Yess, yesss!" he smiled lustfully. "And did that turn you on?"

"Ye... yeeessss," she gulped. "I uh, I felt his... nose against my... my pussy and I got... horny and... and I uh, spread my legs for him... and... and he began to... to lick me. to lick at my... pussy."

"And you loved it, didn't you, slut?"

"Ye..yes. I loved it. I got even more..ho... horny, and I started... shaking my ass and he... he climbed up on me.

"Like the dirty bitch in heat you were!" he snarled.

"Yeesss," she moaned. "And he... he put his thing in. He... pushed it into me and he... fucked me."

"Go on! Go on!" he said, eyes alive with excitement as he pulled his G-string, or whatever it was down, and his cock stuck up thick and round and...

She stared at it in horror. She'd never seen a man's cock before. She'd seen the odd picture, very odd, and the occasional boy's cock, but never anything like this! His cock was huge, bloated! It looked as thick as her wrist and long as her arm. It was an angry red and purplish color and pointed right at her exposed, defenseless crotch.

"Go on, slut! Tell me how you humped back at the dog! Tell me how he fucked you!"

"He... he... he fucked me," she gulped. "He... he pumped his cock in me really fast and his paws squeezed around me. I felt... really.. excited," she gulped.

Never having been fucked she didn't really know how to describe the feeling, and was at something of a loss for words. And as she saw him squeezing that monstrous cock, and pushing it closer to her own softly furred sex, she lost her voice entirely, staring in horror.

He pressed it against her slit, then his hands gripped her round little ass, his thumbs sliding over to her pussy lips and roughly prying them apart. She gasped in shame and pain as he forced her sex open, revealing the gleaming pink meat inside, showing the round little hole, a hole that was so obviously too small for his massive cock that she thought he'd surely abandon his attempt at rape.

But instead he pressed the ugly purplish head against the little hole and began to try to force it in. The pain mounted, and she groaned and whimpered and gasped for breath as she watched the thick organ jamming and grinding and twisting against her little hole.

She cried out as her pussy opening burned and ached, and then, incredibly, she saw the giant cockhead slowly forcing its way into her. It disappeared inside her, and she saw her pussy lips clamped tightly and tautly around the shaft as the man giggled in happiness and her pussy burned in pain.

"Oohhhhhhh," she moaned.

"Quit whining, slut! You begged for it!"

He grunted and she gasped in pain as his cock ground through her pussy lips and into her tight, virgin cunt. Her breathing came in sharp, short pants and she clenched her teeth against the pain as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Then she felt it pressing against something, some obstruction, her cherry, she knew.

"Here it comes, slut," he sniggered. "Tell me you want it! Tell me to rip that cherry and fuck you! Do it! Beg me!"

"Please," she whimpered.

"Beg! Beg me to rip your cherry out! Beg me to fuck you full of sperm! Beg me to rip your cunt open!"

"Fu..fuck meeee," she whimpered. "Fuck my cherry out! Fuck me full of sperm! Please fuck me, Master! Please rip my cherry out and fuck me t..aAAAAHHHHHGGGH!!"

He rammed forward and tore through her hymen, then gripped her ass cheeks and forced his cock balls deep into her quivering, spasming, burning guts. She sobbed in pain and misery as he laughed and ground his loins into her exposed crotch, his hands under her ass grinding her right back against him.

"Slut!" he sneered. "You're not a virgin any more, slut! Your dirty cunt is filled with cock meat!"

He tore his cock back, drawing another gasp of pain and shuddering moan, then rammed it deep once more. He twisted his cock around inside her as she began to weep, laughing and sniggering as he felt her guts suck and squeeze his boner.

He gripped her ass and jerked his cock out, then slammed it back. He did it again, then again, fucking into her with short, savage strokes, swinging her back and forth against him to double the force of his fucking as he tore her pussy open.

He fucked harder and faster, using longer and longer strokes as he crushed her pussy's resistance and numbed her muscles. He began to hammer his cock into her, to stab it in with lustful cruelty, hammering his hips against her upturned buttocks with the loud crack of flesh against flesh.

His hard prick thrust into the depths of the quivering girl's belly again and again, pistoning inside her as she sobbed and moaned and whimpered in pain.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah," he gasped. "Dirty slut! Dirty whore! This is what you're made for! Cunt! Bitch cunt! Unngh! Unghh! Unghh!"

His ass was a blur as he pounded his cock into the weeping girl's fuck opening with wild, brutal abandon, using his cock as a weapon as he repeatedly spiked it deep into her defenseless fuck tunnel and hammered his hips against her soft ass cheeks.

Then he came, spewing his hot, salty sauce into her fuck sheath, pouring his juices down into her guts as his balls unloaded and her pussy sucked it down.

"Uhhhhh Yeahhhhhh!" he groaned. "Now you're drinking it! I'm coming inside you, slut! I'm pouring my jism down into your slutty cunt hole!"

He buried his cock inside her and halted, panting for breath.

"Yeah," he gasped. "Nice. Nice cunt meat."

He slowly drew his softening cock out of her torn pussy and smiled cruelly down at her.

"Thank me, slut," he said as if in exasperation.

"Th... th... thank y... you, master," she whimpered in a small voice.

He gripped her hair and forced her head back. She cried out in pain, staring dazedly up at him.

"Say... thank you for your sperm, master," he ordered with a smiled.

She stared at him as though he were crazy. "Tha..thank you for your... sperm, Master," she gulped.

"Did you like your first fuck, bitch?"

"Ye... yes, master," she whined. "I loved my first fuck, master."

"You'll get lots more, slut," he smiled. He gripped her pussy, then slid his finger against her asshole and slowly wriggled it in.

She gasped in shock, and she whimpered in denial.

"I bet you'd love a cock up here, wouldn't you, slut?" he grinned. "Let me hear you beg for it. Let me hear you beg me to ass fuck you. Tell me how you want to be sodomized by my big cock."

"Nooooo," she moaned dazedly.

"What!? You filthy whore!"

"I... I mean..I... "

"Too late," he smiled.

The crop was on the floor next to him. He bent and picked it up, then slashed it down directly against her pussy pad. It hissed through the air and smacked down into the furry little mound with brutal force.

Sara's mind exploded with agony as the crop struck her pussy mound. She screamed so loudly her throat ached. The pain was evil, cruel, a ripsawing blast of boiling agony mixed with dizziness and nausea.

Again the crop lashed down on her pussy, directly against the slit. She howled and shrieked as she jounced and jerked in the chains. He snickered and lashed her pussy again, then again, then again, aiming directly for her slit as her screams filled the air.

"Next time you'll beg for an ass fuck, whore," he sneered as he halted.

He looked up above her, then gripped the bar holding her ankles and lifted it off her and up higher. He fastened it to another chain up higher, then unhooked her wrists from the chains holding them and let them fall. She swung down and gurgled as her belly threatened to heave. She was upside down now, hanging by the ankles. At first she was grateful. Anything was better than that terrible pain. Her pussy still burned and hurt terribly, but the whip-crack blasts of pain had stopped when his blows had.

He pulled her wrists up behind her and clipped the restraints together, then, humming to himself, he wheeled over a little cart. There was what looked like a stereo on it, and to her surprise, that was what it was.

He bent and pushed a ball-gag into her mouth, tightening it around her head. Then he put a blindfold over her eyes. Next something, she could no longer see what, was put over her ears. It felt like headphones, the big heavy type, only these had a kind of chin strap that fit snugly to keep the thing in place.

Soft music appeared in the headphones, and then a voice, speaking hypnotically. It wasn't his voice, she noted at once, but a girl's voice.

"I love my master," it said. "I must obey my master! I'm a bad, bad girl. I'm a dirty slutty girl! I only love my master. I must never disobey my master! I love cock! I love my master's cock. I love to be fucked! Fucking is wonderful. Fucking is the most wonderful thing in the world. I love it when my master fucks me... "

It went on and on like that, the words soft and the music low. She hung there helplessly, upside down, her head throbbing as the blood all rushed to it. Pain burned her from end to end, and she moaned quietly into the gag

Hours passed.

She didn't know this, however. She soon lost all concept of time. Her head was dazed from being upside down. She couldn't say or see anything, and could only hear the soft music and that girl's soft voice saying what a cheap, useless whore she was and how she loved the master.

Some time during the night she urinated, the yellow liquid trickling down her belly and chest. She hardly noticed.

Through the night she hung upside down, blinded, dazed, her body throbbing... aching.

In the morning came pain, blasting into her out of nowhere, harsh, white hot pain that blasted into her ass cheeks like it had before. Blast after blast of agony ripped down into her as she felt her ass cheeks whipped and lashed again and again.

She screamed into the gag, and jerked helplessly like a fish on a hook. Then the blows ceased.

She hung there still, for how long she couldn't imagine. Then she was lowered. She was dropped onto the cold floor, where she lay limply, groaning in dizziness, her head swirling as the blood began to leave.

She screamed in mindless pain as her hair was pulled. She was dragged across the floor by the hair, then flung into some kind of water, a tub of water. Rough hands with a rough brush scrubbed her body, and she choked and groaned and whimpered helplessly.

She could hear again, she realized. The soft music and the girl's voice were gone, replaced by grunts and splashes and her own moaning. Her ass stung as the brush scrubbed over them, and she cried out into the gag, but not much emerged.

The leather restraints were removed from her wrists and ankles, but she made no move to resist, or even move her limbs. She still felt too weak and dizzy, and wasn't able to even think straight.

She was dragged out of the tub by her now wet hair, but couldn't stand. He cursed her, and she felt a slap against her face. Then he dragged her over to a chair and dropped her into it. A blow dryer came on and heat rushed over her head as he began to brush her hair. She sat there moaning, not sure what was going on, not caring.

The dryer turned off and she was dragged to her feet, by the arm this time, then shoved down onto her knees. The blindfold was removed and she blinked up at him, her eyes squinting against the light. He smiled, the same nasty smile as he always seemed to use, then removed the gag as well.

"Thank me for washing you, slut," he ordered.

"Tha... thank you, ma... master," she said in a dry, choked voice. She coughed several times and tried to moisten her mouth, but couldn't. She suddenly felt an overwhelming need for water.

"Water?" she whimpered. "Master?"

"You want water, slut?"

"Yesss. Please! Please, master?"

They were in some kind of wash room. There was a shelf with odd looking boxes and jugs and jars on one side, with a big concrete sink next to them. There was also, she noted, a big steel tub in the middle of the room, filled with soapy water.

He walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, and she stared at it thirstily.

"Crawl over to me, slut," he ordered.

"Ye..yes, master," she said, not caring about anything but the water.

She crawled forward until she was right next to him, then he held his palms together and let them fill with water. He bent over and held his hands under her, and she stuck her mouth in and sucked it up greedily.

"More, master?" she begged.

He filled his palms again and again held them out for her. She slurped it down quickly.

"Thank you, master. More, master?" she asked hopefully.

"Just once more, slut," he smiled tolerantly.

He let her drink from his palms again, then turned off the water. She was still terribly thirsty, but the edge had been taken off, and now she was aware of her rumbling stomach as well.

"Can...can I have something to eat, please, master?" she asked.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

"Yes, master. I'll be a good girl."

"If you're a good girl I'll give you something to eat, and maybe more water."

"Thank you, master!"

He walked towards the door and motioned for her to follow by slapping his thigh and saying "Come."

Amy crawled after him, and then followed out of the room, finding herself in the other room, the one she'd been in the other day. She crawled over to the side, where a table lay, and knelt there on all fours as he produced a studded leather collar. He bent and fitted it around her throat, then locked it there.

He smiled and she smiled back hopefully. Then he produced a leash and snapped it to a ring in the side of the collar.

"Now, slut, we're going to go for a little walk," he said. "You will crawl right beside me as I move."

He began to walk, pulling on the leash, and Amy hurried to keep up with him. Her knees hurt each time she brought them down on the cold, hard floor, but she didn't dare fall behind. He walked around and around the room as she crawled desperately after, panting for breath and grunting in pain.

Then he halted. "Sit," he ordered, turning to her.

She blinked in confusion, then let her knees fold under her and sat back on her heels. He smiled approvingly and she smiled back, blinking her eyes in the hopes he'd feed her.

He patted her hair like she was a dog, and she knew she should be angry about that, but couldn't begin to care. She had far more things to worry about than her dignity or pride. At the moment her belly was growling for food, and that... along with avoiding any more pain, were the primary considerations occupying her mind.

"Kneel," he said.

She blinked her eyes, then returned to all fours.

"No, slut!"

She cringed as he cuffed her, and her ear ached and burned.

"When I say kneel I want you on your knees, not your hands and knees."

He pulled up on the leash and forced her up on her knees.

"Keep your back straight, slut, and your hands at your sides!"

She obeyed as well as she could, and he ran his hands through her hair, then unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. He rubbed it over her face then pushed it into her mouth. She didn't have to be told what to do, though she'd only done it once or twice before.

She began to suck and lick at his cock. It was difficult, because she couldn't get much moisture into her mouth. The little bit he'd let her drink hadn't been nearly enough to sate her after a night of chewing on a leathery ball.

His cock was soon hard, though, and he held her head and fucked it into her with slow, deep strokes that threatened to choke her.

Then he pulled back.

"All fours," he said.

"Yes, Master," she gasped, falling forward onto her hands.

He walked behind her and he dropped to his knees.

"This is the position of a bitch in heat," he said in a conversational voice. "This is the natural position for dirty sluts like you."

She felt his cock against her pussy and winced, her pussy pad still aching from the riding crop. She grunted as he jerked her thighs apart and cracked his hand against her ass. His cock thrust into her and she shuddered as it drove deep into her already growling, aching belly.

He gripped her hips and began to hump into her, tearing his cock back and forth in her fuck hole without the slightest consideration for her comfort.

"Ahhhh," he groaned. "Tight teenage pussy early in the morning! That's just what I need to start my day!"

He pounded his loins into the kneeling girl, driving his thick prong up into her guts with harsh, deep strokes until his balls exploded and his jism blasted down her fuck tunnel.

He sighed and then got to his feet. He gazed at the teenager kneeling there, then turned aside and picked up a length of rope. "Stand slut," he said. Amy got shakily to her feet and he moved behind her. He gripped one of her arms and jerked it cruelly behind her, then wrapped several lengths of rope around it. He gripped her other wrist and jerked that up behind her as well, binding it tightly to the first.

He reached for the leash attached to her collar and snapped it off, then turned the collar so the ring was directly behind her neck. He lifted the rope up and slid it through the ring, forcing her bound wrists up painfully high before tying it off.

"All right, whore, upstairs," he said.

He gripped her elbow and jerked her towards the heavy wooden door, then pushed it open and dragged her through. She found herself in a basement, a rec room to be precise. It had a pool table, a big TV set, and a pin ball game, along with chairs and a card table. She noticed that the door he led her through was disguised as a bookshelf on this side, and when it was shoved back would completely hide the room behind it.

She had little time to look around, however, because the man continued to pull her across the room to the stairs at the other side, then up the stairs. They emerged in a small kitchen. She glanced at the nearby door, but didn't even think about going for it. After all, the way her wrists were tied she wouldn't be able to open it anyway, even presuming he gave her time.

"Kneel," he ordered.

She almost missed the order, then dropped quickly to her knees.

"Sit."

She sat back on her heels on the floor.

"Keep your knees apart and your back straight, slut," he growled.

"Yes, Master," she gulped, doing as he'd ordered.

And if her knees chaffed and her back ached, so much the better. For her pain served his arousal, and her pain reminded her just who her master was.