Chapter 3
He looked down at her with a crude, smug smile. "Roped girl meat," he laughed. "Just what the doctor ordered, huh slut?"
"Ye... yes, master," she whimpered.
He put a bowl under the tap and poured water into it, then set it down on the floor in front of her.
"There you go, whore, some nice water for you."
She looked down and licked her lips, then looked up at him.
"Go ahead, drink," he said.
She bent over and began to drink thirstily, gulping down the water as he stood over her. She finished it in a few seconds, then, with a grunt of effort, straightened up and spread her knees again.
"Good slut," he said, patting her head like she was a dog. "Goooood slut."
He went to the fridge and opened it, then took out a can. He put it under the can opener and opened it, then spooned some moist, brown gunk into a bowl. He put the bowl in the microwave to warm it then set it down next to the empty bowl of water.
"Eat, slut," he said.
Sara bent over and wrinkled her nose unhappily. Whatever it was smelled horrible. She pulled away, looking up at him unhappily.
"I said eat," he ordered.
"I... wh... what is it, master?" she whimpered.
"It's dog food, of course. What else would I feed a bitch slut in heat."
She looked down at the dog food and then back up at him.
"Eat it," he glared. "I spent good money for that and you're going to eat every last bit of it."
"I... I'm not hungry," she gulped.
"Eat!"
She lowered her mouth to it then slid her tongue out tentatively. She tried to block out the horrible smell and pretend it was hamburger, then bit into it and almost threw up. She spit out the foot, gagging and choking.
"I told you to eat it, whore," he snarled.
"I... I caann't," she wailed. "It's awful!"
"Stinking little whore!"
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, then slammed her into the wall. "You'll learn to obey me, you whore!" he yelled. He dragged her back down the stairs, ignoring her whimpering pleas and apologies, then, when the desperate girl tried to pull away from the bookcase door, knowing punishment awaited her, he twisted her around and slammed his fist into her belly.
She gurgled and choked and folded over, but he jerked her up by the hair and then punched her in the face, throwing her back against the wall where she fell heavily to the floor.
Enraged, he stalked over to her and slammed his booted foot into her side, throwing her back against the wall, then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees, hurling her end over end across the floor.
She fell on her back, legs sprawled awkwardly as she sobbed and whimpered and groaned in pain. He stalked over to her, then rammed his foot into her cunt. She howled in pain and flipped onto her stomach, trying to curl into a ball.
Another kick sent her rolling over several times. She whimpered in fear and pain, trying to get to her feet, but his foot came slamming down on her ass, hammering her hips back flat on the floor. His foot drew back then slammed up into her pussy, sending her tumbling and writhing in pain.
"Fucking whore!" he sneered as she sobbed and screamed.
He dragged her to her feet and slammed her belly down across the pool table, then spread her legs and slammed his knee up into her pussy pad from underneath. The blow lifted her feet off the ground and blasted her mind with nausea and pain. She bounced back only to be slammed up again by another knee to the pussy.
"Never resist me," he hissed. "Never disobey me."
He dragged her off the table and shoved her against the wall, then held her there with both hands on her throat. She choked and sobbed and gurgled in a dazed stupor. He let her slide down the wall just far enough for her legs to come apart, then slammed his knee up into her pussy, making her bounce upwards.
Her eyes bulged and her mouth opened and closed as she made pain- filled gurgling noises. His knee slammed up into her pussy again, then again, then again, as he held her by the throat. Each time she bounced upwards only to fall again onto his knee.
She was too blasted by pain and terror to do anything as complicated as close her legs. Her eyes rolled, then crossed as his knee slammed up into her repeatededly. Piss streamed down her legs as her shattered mind lost control of her bladder, and he cursed her and flung her away.
"Filthy, dirty, stinking creature," he screamed.
She lay shaking and twitching and trembling on the floor, eyes glassy and mouth coughing and choking. He walked past her, reach down, gripped her by the hair, then dragged her across the room and through the door into the hidden room.
There he cut the rope from her wrists and replaced them with the leather restraints. He hefted her and then, one arm at a time, attached the restraints to the chains again, leaving her hanging this time.
He wheeled over the car, put the earphones over her ears again, then turned on the tape recorder. Muttering to himself he turned off the lights, slammed the door, and left.
Sara hung there, twitching and shaking, her mind swirling and bleary, her body wracked by pain and dizziness.
"I must obey my master," the voice said. "I must be a good girl. I must always obey. I am a worthless slut. I am only good for fucking. I am a filthy whore. I love being fucked. I love my master's cock," the girl's voice said.
Hours passed, and she hung there in the dark, moaning weakly, her pussy aching and throbbing. Finally the door opened and the light snapped on. She didn't look up from the floor, though her eyes squinted in the light.
He reached up and unclipped her wrists, then let her fall to the floor. She groaned and lay on her side, her hands sliding in between her legs to cup her pussy. He knelt and jerked her hands away, then put his boot against her back and shoved her so she rolled several times. "Get out there, whore," he hissed.
She tried to rise and his foot came down on her back. "Crawl, whore," he sneered. She drawled weakly, whimpering in pain and fear, terribly aware that he was right behind her, that at any second he might slam his foot up into her pussy. She crawled as fast as she could into the other room, where he led her over to the side.
There was a puddle of urine on the floor and she halted just short of it.
"See the mess you made, slut?" he growled, slapping the side of her head.
"I'm sorry, master," she whimpered.
"You disobeyed me and tried to resist going into your cage, then made a mess. You're a bad, bad, bad girl!" he growled. "Now clean up this mess!"
"Ye..ye... yeeesss, maasster," she squeaked. She knelt there uncertainly, however.
"Well?" he snapped.
"I... I... I don't have anything to clean it with," she whined.
"Where did this piss come from?"
"I... I... from... from me?" she whimpered.
"That's right, slut, so put it back where it came from."
"I... I don't understand," she whimpered, her body filling with terror at being unable to obey him instantly.
"Lick it up," he snarled.
She blinked her eyes in shock, staring at the piss on the floor.
"Are you going to disobey me again?" he growled in an ominous voice.
"No master!" she gasped.
"Then lick it up!"
She bent and began to lick the piss up, fighting down the nausea she felt, trying to suppress the bitter, acid taste. She licked and slurped her way through the puddle as he stood behind her, cursing her and slapping her ass whenever she slowed her licking.
When every last drop was licked up he jerked her up by the hair, making her sit back on her heels.
"Good job, slut, now I want you to sit there and open your mouth wide."
She opened her mouth as he unzipped his pants and drew out his cock. It wasn't hard, but she didn't much care. Sucking or fucking was far better than pain. He didn't put it in her mouth, though. He stood a couple of feet back.
"Don't move or I'll whip your cunt again," he said.
Piss spurted out of his cock and the narrow stream splattered against her face before he adjusted his aim. Then it poured into her open mouth.
"Swallow it, whore," he taunted, as the yellow stream filled her mouth and began to pour over her lip. She shuddered, then swallowed again and again. After a few seconds though he shifted his aim,' raining piss over her face, then against her tits, then down against her pussy, laughing as the piss splashed over her body.
He shook the last drop off then put his cock back in his pants.
"Now clean up this floor, slut. There's piss all over it."
Again she had to crawl around on the floor licking at the piss and drinking it down. Only when he could find no more piss anywhere did he let her crawl back into the other room. Reeking of piss, she was hung upside down from the ankles, then left alone in the dark again with the words of wisdom in her ears.
More hours passed as she hung there helplessly. She didn't wonder why this was happening to her. She didn't think about escape, nor worry about what her parents would think. She didn't think of much of anything. Her mind was a throbbing, shattered mass of scattered thoughts. It was entirely consumed with the pain she was feeling.
When the door opened fear was added, terrible fear... fear of more pain. She trembled as the man came in and smiled at her.
"Please! Please! Please!" she moaned. "Master! I'll be good, master! I promise, master!"
He let her drop to the floor, where she immediately fell to her knees, shaking in fear.
"Get into the room and crawl into the tub," he ordered.
"Yes, master! yes, master!" she whimpered, crawling hurriedly across to the door. He walked after her, then opened the door and let her crawl in. She crawled into the empty tub and looked up at him, desperate to please.
He put a hose on the tap and turned on the water, then let it pour down into the tub. He sprayed it over her body and face, and she opened her mouth and let the thick, heavy stream pour into her mouth and rinse it out.
He poured water over her hair, soaking it, then tossed a bar of soap to her. She began to soap herself up as he let the hose spray directly into the tub, starting with her hair.
She soaped it up and then bent over and stuck her head into the water, rinsing it out. Then she soaped up the rest of herself, wincing and gasping now and then whenever she soaped a cut, or ran her hands over a bruise.
There were lots of both.
Finally, dripping wet, she was thrown a towel. She dried herself, then sat obediently in a chair as he brushed and dried her hair.
"You're going to be a good little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, master!"
"You're not going to disobey my orders again, are you?"
"No master! I'm sorry, master!"
"Crawl into the other room, whore."
She slid off onto the floor and crawled across and through the door to the other room. He came behind her and then ordered her to halt. "I know how uncomfortable you are being naked all the time, slut," he said, his voice a cruel sneer. "So I'm going to let you wear a bikini. Would you like that?"
Her mind spun furiously. What did he want her to say?! What did he want her to say!?
"If you want me to, master," she gulped fearfully.
He laughed and picked up some thin ropes, then straddled her as she knelt there. He slid the rope under her, then carefully circled her breasts with it, closing the loop slowly, keeping it tight against her ribs as it forced her breasts together then dug into them.
He tightened the loop squashing her soft, dangling tits tightly at the ribs, then brought the rope around behind her. He drew it around her a second time, then up over one shoulder, around behind the neck, and down over the other shoulder to tie off with the rest.
"Stand up."
She stood, gasping and clenching her teeth. Her tits were bloated out into hard, taut balls of flesh, the ropes digging deeply into them from the sides.
"Ooh! oh! Ohh!" she moaned.
"That's the top. Now for the bottom," he leered.
He circled her waist and tied the rope off, then drew the rope down between her legs and up the crack of her ass. He yanked hard, then harder, holding her down to keep from lifting her in the air. He put the loop through the one around her waist, then drew it down the crack of her ass and up between her pussy lips again. Again he tugged it up savagely hard, crushing the rope up into her soft cunt meat.
He tied it tightly to the front of the loop around her waist, then stood back.
"Now that's a nice looking bikini," he grinned. "Do you like that?"
"Ye... ye..yesss, Masster," she gasped between clenched teeth.
"Walk around, slut. Let me see you move in it."
She shuffled slowly, gasping and clenching her teeth as the ropes dug into her pussy and tits.
He sneered at her awkward movements, arms folded over his chest as he watched.
"Come over here and kneel, slut," he ordered.
"Ye... yess, master," she panted, shuffling back, then awkwardly getting onto her knees.
"Now you're going to learn how to suck a cock, you cheap, useless slut. Your pitiful attempt at cocksucking yesterday made me want to throw up! You'll learn how to suck properly, like a real piece of cunt meat should."
He took out his cock, then rubbed it back and forth over her face.
"Close your mouth, whore, and make a kiss."
She obeyed and he pushed the head of his cock against her lips. "Now keep them tight, but slide it slowly down over my cock, licking your tongue against the underside of the head."
She pushed her mouth forward, letting his cock force its way through her puckered lips, then sliding her tongue against the underside of the head as it came in. She took the cock in as deep as she could, then began to bob her lips slowly up and down.
"Cup my balls with your hands and massage them, and do it gently if you know what's good for you."
She raised her hands and squeezed and rubbed his balls.
"Now slide your lips off the end of my cock, lick your way down the shaft to the base, then suck my balls into your mouth one by one."
She sucked his cock as he gave her instructions, doing everything exactly as he ordered, instantly. Nothing at all crossed her mind except fear of failure, fear of angering him, fear of more horrible pain. She sucked anxiously and eagerly, licking and slurping over his balls and cock as he stood above her, legs spread, arms folded, smiling smugly.
"Now take it out and rub it all over your face," he ordered.
She obeyed, blinking her eyes up at him, trying to smile as she rubbed the spit-wet head all over her cheeks and nose and forehead. Then she slid it through her lips again and sucked on it.
"Now, slut, you're going to learn how to deep throat a cock. Every true whore has to know that, and you certainly are a true whore."
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face again. "Tell me what a dirty slut you are, cunt." "I'm a dirty slut, Master," she gulped. "I'm a worthless slutty whore. I'm a cheap sluttish tramp. I'm only good for fucking and sucking."
He shoved his cock back into her mouth and smiled in satisfaction. He pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her lower. At the same time he pulled her hair, forcing her head to tilt back, suddenly he shoved his cock forward, jerking her head towards him at the same time.
His cock punched right through and into her throat, sliding right down the surprised blonde's gullet as her eyes bulged in shocked surprise. She tried to pull back but he held her tightly in place. Her hands rose and frantically pushed against his belly but he gripped the back of her head and forced his cock deep into her throat, not satisfied until her lips were pressed up against the base of his shaft.
"There you go, slut," he groaned. "Now your throat's full of cock meat. Ahhhhhhhh."
He slid his cock up and down her throat as Sara wriggled and jerked in terror and discomfort. Not a sound, not even a grunt emerged from her, because her throat was completely blocked by his thick cock. He enjoyed the silence, smiling down at her as he fucked her throat.
He waited until her face turned red, then started to turn white before pulling his cock free. She coughed and choked and drew in great, haggard gasps of breath as he rubbed his spit-wet cock over her face. "Get ready, whore, here it comes again," he warned, jerking her head back and shoving his cock into her mouth. She drew in a harsh, strangled breath, then cock meat pushed into her throat and down its long, thin length.
He filled her throat with cock and sighed in pleasure as he forced her lips against the base of his shaft. He fucked her face with long, deep strokes, sliding his cock up and down in her throat as she trembled and shook.
He pulled out again, not wanting to come just yet.
"Time for more punishment," he smiled.
"Ma... mas... master!" she coughed. "No, master! please! Please! I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl!"
He smiled and dragged her to her feet, then pulled her hands high and fastened the leather restraints to chains above her.
"Please. Master!" she whimpered. "Please! Please!"
"You pushed against my stomach when I shoved my cock down your throat, slut," he chided.
"I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry!"
"Too late," he smiled.
He moved to the table and picked up the riding crop, then returned.
"Please! Please!" she whimpered.
He smiled, then raised the crop. She stared at it in terror, then watched as it slashed down, seemingly towards her face.
Instead it cracked into her right breast, already hard and red, bulging out from the pressure of the rope tightly binding it. The throbbing meat exploded in agony as the crop cut into it, and Sara's shrieks made him wince with their strength.
He raised the crop again and slashed it across the other breast, laughing as she danced and shook and thrashed insanely, gurgling and howling and screaming in mindless agony as her tits burned. He cracked the crop down again and again and again, reining savage blows on her squashed, bloated tit mounds, trying to hit the nipples dead center as her feet danced and kicked and the chains jingled and jangled above.
Tears poured down her face as she howled and sobbed in pain and misery. Never had she imagined anyone would ever use her like this, that she would ever be so cruelly beaten, her sensitive, beautiful breasts subjected to such evil brutality.
The crop lashed across them a final time, striking both nipples. She shrieked in agony, her throat ragged from screaming as the pain lashed her body and mind.
He moved behind her, and she felt his fingers at the ropes around her waist and groin. They parted, and he ripped the rope free of her pussy lips. It hurt terribly, but the pain was nothing compared to her burning tit mounds, and she cared little about it.
He stroked her ass, then slid a finger up into her asshole, pumping it slowly up and down inside the shaking, trembling, sobbing girl's anus. He stepped forward a little, then drew out his cock, rubbing it up and down her ass crack.
He pushed his cock into her, finding little resistance in her spasming, shaking, pain blasted body. He sighed happily as he felt her insides clutching his boner, and shoved deeper, gripping her thighs and pulling them wider as he forced his cock up her asshole to the hilt.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Now that's nice. What a nice, warm little asshole."
He ground his balls in against her ass cheeks, then let go of her thighs and slid his arms around her to squeeze her tightly. His hands slid up onto her aching breasts and squeezed them, drawing another howl of pain from her, making her asshole spasm and squeeze down on his cock.
He dug his fingers into the taut, red flesh, mashing and squeezing them as he ground his loins into the teenager's ass. He twisted his cock around inside her rectum, enjoying the squeezing and heat against his prick.
"You'll learn not to resist me, won't you, little slut," he said into her ear. "You'll learn to obey me always. To obey me instantly, without hesitation. You'll learn to be grateful for the discipline I teach you."
He squeezed her tits again, drawing more shaking sobs as he began to fuck his cock up into her ass. He slid his hands back down her body, stroking her belly for a moment, then sliding down to cup her pussy. He put one hand over the other as he squeezed her cunt and ground his balls into her ass. Then he slid his hands apart, gripping her thighs and pulling them back and apart.
He jammed his cock into her asshole as he held her thighs open, then began to hump furiously, thrusting deep and hard, smashing his pelvis into her soft buttocks as he skewered her buttery little asshole. His big cock pounded back and forth inside the sobbing' blonde's asshole with furious speed, pistoning wildly as his body hammered against hers.
He groaned in pleasure, then spurted his juice up into her bowels, thumping his cockhead against the end of her anal tube as his gunk pumped into her belly.
"There you go, slut," he panted. "Now you've been pumped in all three holes. You're almost a professional whore."
He pulled his cock out of her asshole and moved around in front of her. He smiled again, then rubbed the tears off her face.
"Tell me you love me," he smiled.
She continued to sob and moan, and he slammed a fist into her unprotected belly. She choked and coughed and groaned, her eyes glazing over as he smiled down at her.
"Tell me you love me, slut," he said.
"I... I... l... l..lo... "
His fist slammed into her belly again, and again she choked and groaned and gasped in pain.
"Tell me you love me, slut," he smiled.
"I... Lo... lo... love you, master," she gasped.
"Good girl," he smiled, stroking her head.