Chapter 4
He left her hanging there for several more hours, her breasts an agonizing mass of throbbing pain, her mind blasted and dazed. When he returned she didn't even look up. He gripped her hair and tilted her head up.
"Ma... master," she moaned, eyes dull.
"Do you love me, slut?"
"Y... yes, maasteer," she moaned.
He smiled.
He let her down and she groaned in pain, shaking hands trying to hold her aching breasts without causing more pain. He produced a knife and cut her tits free, and she cried weakly, moaning and sobbing as the returning blood made them hurt even more.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he demanded.
"Yes, ma..masster," she sobbed. "I'll be good. I'll be good."
He sat down with a sigh.
"Come here, slut," he ordered.
She groaned as she took her hands from her wounded breasts, then slowly crawled over to him.
"My feet seem to be a little dirty," he said carelessly. "Clean them for me.'
He held one of his bare feet up in front of her face and she slowly reached out and took it in her hands, then began to lick it, sliding her tongue up and down the heel, over and in between the toes, and all over the top and sides.
He sat there smiling.
It had been less than twenty-four hours since he'd grabbed her, and in that time his brutality had changed a bright-eyed, self confident, self-assured young woman into a whimpering, groveling animal eager to do his slightest bidding.
He marveled sometimes, at how easy it was, at how their minds broke and splintered under the force of pain and his sneering anger. While a male would react to screams and blows with anger, a female tended to cower back. A female's instinctive response was to do whatever was required to please her attacker and stop him from hurting her.
It was an instinctive survival mechanism, and it served his purpose well. The angrier he seemed, the more eager she would be to please him, to try and make him happy and halt the pain. Pride and dignity were shredded and vanquished in her desperate desire to please him, to make him happy with her.
He did not think she would resist anything now, anything at all. There was still some treatment required, followed by a few more tests for her to pass, but after that it would be time for the second phase of her training. He would start rewarding her with kind words and treatment. This would be such a shocking change that she would be even more eager to please, convinced that this was what was making him "like" her. A single harsh word would send her cowering and whimpering.
He watched as the blonde licked at his toes, her eyes beseeching him, imploring him to like her, doing her best to be appealing, to do what he wanted, to make him happy. He smiled, and her eyes lit up. She sucked his big toe, blinking happily at him as she worked her tongue over it.
Her tongue was kind of dry, though, but that was part of her training. She'd had only the one bowl of water in the past twenty-four hours, and had sweated copiously. She'd had nothing to eat whatever, and that too had its effect.
He checked his watch and shrugged. He would give her water, but it was too late to get her food now. The wife and kids would be home soon. He shoved his foot against her face so hard it sent her tumbling end over end. Then he stood up and walked into the other room. He filled another bowl for her and brought it back, setting it on the floor.
"Drink," he ordered.
She gladly crawled over and began to drink, gulping the bowl dry in less than a minute.
"All right slut, over here," he ordered.
She crawled quickly over to where he stood, eager to please. He snorted and reached down, grabbing one of her ankles. He lifted it roughly, jerking her off balance. She gasped as he pulled her leg high into the air, lifting her off the ground as he got her ankle restraint up to one of the hanging chains and hooked it there.
He considered leaving her hanging by one foot, then disregarded the idea. He pulled up the other ankle and fastened it to another chain a few feet away. She hung upside down, legs apart, hands touching the floor. He bent down and pulled her right hand to one side, then snapped a chain to the restraint and locked it to one of the rings in the floor. He locked her other wrist to another, so she was, tightly bound upside down, spread-eagled.
He rolled over the cart that held the tape recorder and squatted next to her head. He shoved a ball gag into her mouth and locked it behind her head, then put a blindfold on her. He snapped the earphones over her ears, then put a different tape in the recorder and turned it on to continuous play.
Lastly he picked up two thick, metallic objects, long, glistening tubes with wires sticking out of the base, and shoved one down into her pussy to the hilt, and the other down into her little round asshole. A flick of a switch started them humming and vibrating, as he forced both in as far as they could go.
He stripped off his leather gear, then got into a golf shirt and pants. Then he left, turning out the lights behind. He carefully closed and locked the soundproof door. He looked around carefully, but there was no sign in the rec room to indicated the girl had ever been there.
He went upstairs just as the kitchen door opened.
"Hi, daddy," Holly said.
"Hello, sweety," he smiled, reaching down and kissing her on the cheek. "Have a nice day at school?"
"Are you kidding?" she said, rolling her eyes.
"School can be fun," he said.
"Maybe if you're a teacher and get to give all the work to kids," she said.
"I don't give that much work out."
"Well, MY teachers do."
She tossed her book bag on the table with a sigh, then headed up to her room. She was only ten, but would be a real beauty one day, he told himself proudly.
He started dinner, whistling to himself as he prepared. His son Mark came home a half hour after his sister, then an hour later his wife Susan bussed him on the cheek as she came through the door.
Julian MacDonald had a wonderful life. He had a wonderful, beautiful wife, two beautiful kids, and a great job, as a psychology teacher at the University. His house was large and beautiful, and fully paid for, though few guessed how that had come to be.
Susan thought he had inherited money from an uncle. Neither she, nor any of his family or friends dreamed that the big house they'd moved into some years back had held a bomb shelter which he had carefully hidden behind a bookcase.
Certainly none could have imagined the luscious young female flesh he secreted away there from time to time, young screaming females of particular physical beauty who would find their minds and spirits expertly crushed by the good natured professor, their bodies cruelly and lewdly abused again and again.
It had started eight years ago, on a trip to the middle east. There he had met Abdul Muhhammed, also a psychologist, and the subject of young western women and their delicate, fragile psyches had come up in the conversation.
He had found the idea of breaking, then remaking a mind to be an intriguing one. The sexual aspect had been somewhat exciting as well, of course. And then when Abdul had mentioned the fantastic moneys that would be paid to a discrete man who had a...pliable, submissive young beauty to sell... well, he had decided to give it a try.
He had found it a rewarding experience, in every way. The sexual pleasure he derived was almost secondary to the tremendous ego gratification he got from blasting their delicate minds away and making them into the true little sluts that all men fantasized about.
And then there was the money, of course.
He had been too kind, too reasonable with the first girls, and it had taken longer. Now he knew precisely what was required, and allowed no hint of kindness of sympathy to show as he screamed wild-eyed at them and sent them squirming and sobbing into cowering, terrified submission.
When they were ready he loaded them into a box, drove the box to a local embassy, and dropped it off. From there it would be flown, as diplomatically protected baggage, aboard a private plane to the middle east, and there the girl would be sold to one of the many wealthy Arabs oil sheiks who lived in large, secluded, well- protected palaces.
He didn't consider what he did to be particularly criminal. Oh, it was true that the girls suffered a little, but just in the first few days. After that they were generally happy, if only on a simple level. In fact, he was probably doing them a service.
He was removing them from a life of boring drudgery, where they'd be expected to spend decades in some miserable office job, and sending them where they would be able to lounge around a pool, and have the freedom to enjoy their sexual desires, instead of repressing them.
There would be no wants, no worries, no fears... so long as they were obedient. And he made sure they were that. They would be quite happy with their new lives.
Anyway, there were lots of them around. It wasn't like they were an endangered species.
As far as he knew the police did not pay any particular attention to his little business. He always grabbed the girls in different locations, in different ways and times. He spotted some on busses, some at malls, some at beaches or pools. He never grabbed anyone from where he lived, nor, except on one occasion, had he ever taken a girl from the University.
There was no pattern to alert the police. The girls were all beautiful, but some were blonde, some redheads, some brunettes. The were of various ages, and from various places, taken from a half dozen different counties in the area.
He generally took a girl a month, not wanting to be greedy, and not wanting to take time off from his job. Sara was, to his count, the ninety ninth girl he'd taken, broken, and sold. Hopefully there would be a second hundred, and a third, and a fifth. Maybe he could get in a thousand before he retired.
No, not likely. Not unless he decided to do it full time.
Of course, he could take two at a time. Now there was an idea. Would they reinforce each other's bravery, or would he be able to play them off against each other and speed things up? It was an intriguing notion, one he thought about as he served up dinner to his family.
Below him, Sara groaned low in her throat, eyes glazed behind the blindfold, head throbbing with the pressure as she hung upside down. Her arms and legs, all stretched tightly, ached, and were beginning to cramp. Her back ached too, and she would have given almost anything to be able to bend over.
The... things, in her pussy and behind continued to buzz and purr, but she couldn't guess their purpose. They didn't hurt, and that was all her mind cared about. She had more than enough other pain to occupy her miserable thoughts.
Not that she thought, as such. There was no real thinking going on behind her eyes, just a glazed, dull acceptance of whatever was happening.
The girl's voice continued to speak into her ears, the words much like before, but with a few new phrases added. "I must be a good girl," she said. "Master will like me if I'm a good girl. Master will make me feel good. Master will give me pleasure. I love master. I love master's cock. I love it when master fucks me."
She wasn't really listening to it, and paid it very little attention as the words went on and on and on.
The evening passed above her. Julian's kids went to bed, for tomorrow was another school day. He sat up with Susan and watched the news, then they too went to bed, and he made love to her before they drifted off into slumber.
Two stories below them Sara's dazed thoughts caught something new and unfamiliar, it was... nice.
She didn't understand it, didn't recognize it, didn't know what it was or where it came from. Her mind was working only on a very primitive level, and she wasn't able to actually think and make decisions, only to respond to stimuli.
The stimuli was... pleasure, something she could scarcely remember. It was mildly distracting from the pain that filled her world, though, so she tried to focus her attentions on it. She welcomed it, and it grew. She didn't care where or why.
Her groin seemed to be the source, though there was some pain there too. The pleasure was growing, though, nudging out the pain, and she unconsciously tried to reach for her groin. She groaned a little as the heat and pleasure made her ass shake and her crotch jerk, then felt a wave of... something... sweeping through her.
She shuddered in pleasure and her head jerked spastically as it washed over her. She groaned in happiness as her body was for a brief period, free of pain. Then the pleasure faded, and the pain returned.
Julian went to work the next morning, not bothering to check on the slut in the basement. He taught two classes, and then went home, knowing he'd have the place to himself.
He went downstairs and unlocked the secret door, then turned on the lights and closed it behind him. He looked at the girl hanging there upside down. She smelled badly, and was a bedraggled, twitching, sweating, moaning mass of flesh, with little there that could be called intelligence.
He wheeled over another cart and picked up an alligator clip from the top. It was attached to a thick wire, and he carefully eased the girl's pubic lips open and singled out her clitoris. He clipped the thing to her clitty, and she jerked and thrashed weakly for a few seconds before going still again.
He picked up another clip, then squatted in front of. her and slid the teeth around her right nipple, then let them snap closed. Again she jerked and spasmed, a small groan escaping her gag. He ignored it, reaching up for a third clip, which he snapped onto her other nipple.
He went into the other room and stripped, then put on what he thought of as his "working" clothes. He returned and walked around the girl, humming to himself, letting her get used to the tight, sharp aching at her clit and nipples.
He turned off the tape and plugged in a micro phone, then bent and pulled the gag out of her mouth. She coughed and gasped for breath as he played with the machines, setting them properly.
Then he picked up the microphone.
"Are you a good girl?"
She didn't answer, and he turned a switch, sending a sizzling bolt of electricity into her clitty.
She screamed and bucked and jerked helplessly for long seconds, then he turned the dial down.
"Answer me, slut. Are you a good girl?"
"l... I..'m a goooood giiiirl," she moaned.
"Are you a slut?"
"Yeesssss, Maaassteer," she groaned.
He turned the power up to the vibrators, then flicked more switches to send electricity to her nipples and clitty. It was just the right amount to make them buzz and tingle pleasantly.
"Do you love your master?"
"Yes," she groaned. "I love my master. I love his cock."
"Do you want to run away from your master?"
She blinked her eyes in confusion, for this required her to actually think, not something she was used to doing.
"Do you want to run away, to escape, to leave your master, to never see him again... "
He turned the power up slowly as he spoke, so it went from pleasant to burning, to aching, to agonizing. She jiggled and shook and gurgled in the grip of the crackling electricity as he continued to speak into the microphone.
"Do you want to go away? Do you want to escape? Do you want to resist? Do you want to disobey? Do you hate your master? Do you think you're a human being? Do you... "
He turned the power down but it took long, long seconds before she stopped twitching and shaking and gurgling.
"You love your master. You love his cock. You love being fucked. You're a cheap, worthless slut. You're only good for fucking and sucking. You belong to your master. You must never ever disobey. You are happy to see him. You love him touching you. You want him to fuck you."
He slowly turned the power up again. "You hate your master. You want to escape. You want to disobey! You think you're special! You want to resist! You... "
Back and forth it went for the next hour or so. Every time he spoke of disobeying or resisting or defiance the pain made her shriek and thrash. Then he would speak of loving her master and obeying him and the electricity would purr gently.
He removed the alligator clips, slid the earphones off, pulled out the electric vibrators, and then cut her down. She lay limp and semi-conscious, eyes glazed as he looked down at her. He dragged her into the other room and put her in the tub, then washed her body and hair.
He lifted her out and put the restraints back on, then carried her out into the other room and set her on the floor. He snapped her wrists together behind her back, then snapped her ankles together. He set down a large bowl of water and a bowl of dog food, then left, locking the door behind him.
He went back to work to teach his afternoon classes. By the time he got home Susan and the kids were there. He watched TV, ate dinner, then played a little pool downstairs with his son.
The next morning after the others had left he went downstairs and entered the secret room. The blonde lay in the same position he'd left her on the floor, but the water and food were gone. He smiled in satisfaction, then went into the other room and filled up the bowls again.
The girl was awake when he returned, and looked up at him through large, anxious eyes.
"So. Awake at last, hmm?" he smiled. "That's good. 1 hope you got plenty of rest."
He got the leash and snapped it onto her collar, then unclipped her wrists and ankles and jerked on the leash. "Up," he snapped. "On all fours, slut."
She groaned, then pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.
"Let's go for a walk," he said. He walked around the room as she crawled along next to him.
"Keep your head and ass up," he snapped. They walked around and around, then he halted and removed the leash, standing back.
"Tell me what you are.'" he said.
"I... I'm a dirty slut," she said in a flat, dull voice. "I'm a worthless piece of meat. I'm a cunt hole. I'm a cheap whore. I'm a filthy scummy fuck machine. I'm a... "
"Enough," he said. "Sit."
She paused, as if searching her shattered mind for the memory of what to do, then her knees collapsed and she sat back on her heels, spreading her legs and straightening her back.
"Keep your back straight and knees apart," he nodded. "Now, I'm going to give you new tricks to do. I'll explain once, and only once. Any hesitation, any failure to perform properly, and you'll be punished. Understand?"
"Yes, master," she said.
"Ass up! When I say that you press your face down against the floor, spread your arms and raise your ass as high as you can, spreading your legs apart. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she blinked.
"Ass up!"
She slid forward, gasping in pain as her breasts were crushed against the floor, then she raised her ass and spread her legs.
"Sit!"
She pushed herself up and sat back on her heels, carefully spreading her legs and straightening her back.
"Kneel!"
She hesitated briefly, then rose, pushing herself up off her heels and bringing her knees together.
"When you do that put your hands behind your back, slut," he said.
"Yes, Master."
"Sit."
She sat back on her heels.
"Beg! That means beg like a dog. It's the same as kneel except you bring your hands up and out like a dog's paws."
"Beg!"
She knelt, arms up and paws out.
"Sit!"
"Lie down! That means lay back with your hands above you and your legs wide."
"Lie down!"
She fell back and spread her legs wide, then raised her hands, spread-eagling herself.
"Knees back! That means bend your legs and raise your knees. Pull them back and spread them wide."
He put her through various tricks, most of which had no real purpose other than to degrade her. He had her crawl around some more, roll over and play dead, beg, then had her whimper like a dog while she begged. He finished up by sitting down and having her crawl across the floor on her belly and lick and suck on his toes.
She showed no emotion the entire time, no hesitation, no thinking... nothing but complete acceptance of his orders and authority. He wasn't happy about her lack of emotion, but that could be changed in the next phase.
For now she was a perfect little fuck machine, three holes for anyone who wanted in.
"Ass up!"
He dropped to his knees beside the girl and stroked her ass cheeks, then pressed his cock against her exposed cunt pad. He slowly worked it down inside and then began fucking her, using her casually as she held still like a masturbation machine.
He dropped his sperm inside her belly, then slapped her ass lightly, got up, and left.
For the next phase of his training he would begin to treat her nicer. First he would show her exactly how he wanted her to behave, get her to begin acting in the way he wanted, then, as he reinforced her acting with treats and kindness, she would begin behaving that way naturally.
He hoped.
He certainly didn't want a dull-eyed, apathetic piece of meat. Nobody would pay much for that.
Before leaving, he brought in a TV set and a bunch of pornographic books and magazines. The TV was hooked to a VCR, and the only tapes it played were porno tapes of happy women in chains being fucked and reamed, and sucking cocks to the hilt.
She was laying on the floor as he walked in. She looked up at him through the same unemotional eyes as she had the day before. He smiled at her, this time making it a nice smile, a calming, friendly smile.
"Are you a good girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she answered automatically.
"Really?"
"Yes, Mater," she said, a bit of worry creeping into her voice.
"Do you think you deserve a treat, then?"
"I... " She blinked her eyes, trying to think what he wanted her to say.
"Here," he said, holding his hand out.
There was a bit of chocolate in his palm. She looked at it, then up at him, then got to her knees and licked it out of his palm. He smiled and patted her head,
"Have you been watching the movies I left for you?"
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Did you see how the sluts acted? How they groaned and moaned and begged for more when their masters fucked them?"
"Yes, Master," she blinked.
"I want you to do that too. I know it'll take a little time, but I'm sure you can do it. Let's start by smiling."
She curved her lips in a sickly attempt at a smile.
"Not good enough, slut. Now I want you to smile! Come on." He smiled himself, and she slowly curved her lips again, smiling tentatively.
"Well, it's a start. Now let me hear you groaning pleasure. OOOohhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, making a face of pleasure.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned weakly.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UHHhnggghh!"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UNhhghghhhhh!" she imitated.
"Stand up."
She stood and he turned and turned on the stereo. He smiled at her again, then stepped against her, taking one hand in his, and putting his arm around her.
"Let's dance," he said.
She was completely surprised, and only moved because he moved her. After some seconds she began to imitate him, though, and after a few minutes they were dancing with a fair degree of grace. He stopped as the music ended, and let her go.
"Very good, slut!" he said, smiling happily. "You're a very good dancer. Can you dance to faster music? Like rock?"
She blinked again. "Uhm. I uh... I guess so, Master," she said.
He turned the stereo to a rock station and nodded at her. "Dance for me, slut," he said.
She swallowed uncertainly, then began to sort of sway in place awkwardly.
"Pick up your feet. Come on," he said encouragingly. "Dance for me!"
She swayed more energetically, swinging her arms and moving her legs. He danced himself and she began to dance more freely, smiling a little as he smiled. When he stopped she stopped, but he motioned for her to continue.
She had her eyes almost closed as she danced, tuning into the music and shaking herself, swinging her arms and rolling her head. He let her dance through the music, then clapped his hands. "Very good! Very good!" he said, clapping.
He went over to her and hugged her, then kissed her on the to of the head. "For such great dancing you deserve another reward," he said.
He went over to the far end of the room and took out a key, then stuck it in a small keyhole just above his head. He twisted it and pulled, and a section of the wall fell forward. He lowered it to the floor, and it turned out to be a hideaway bed.
"How's this?" he smiled. "It will be much more comfortable for sleeping, don't you think?"
"Yes, Master," she said, looking at the bed.
"You're a very pretty little slut, you know. You deserve to sleep on a nice, comfortable bed, not on the floor. Get in. Get in."
She climbed into the bed and sat down.
"Comfy?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Good. Now, why don't we run through your tricks? Hmm? It'll be much easier on you to do it in a nice, soft bed than on the cold floor."
He had her go through the various positions for the next fifteen minutes, finishing it off with new ones... namely moaning and groaning and making faces, all of which she found fairly easy.
"Okay, slutty girl. Now we'll have you dance for us again. Come on." He took her hand and pulled her gently out of bed, then kissed her head and pushed her to the center of the room. "I want you to move exactly like I do. Okay?"
"Yes, Master," she said, her voice a little more alive now than when he'd first come in.
He swung his hips slowly as she imitated him. He smiled, and she smiled, then he smiled seductively, slitting his eyes. He slid his hands up and down his body slowly, then over his chest. He humped slowly out at her and she humped back.
For the next ten minutes he did his best attempt at a bump and grind routine while the blonde teenager did her best to imitate him. He complimented her effusively, patting her head and telling her what a pretty slut she was, then went into the other room and brought out a full length mirror, which he hung on the wall.
"You can practice in this so you get it down perfect," he said. "There's a tape here that you can watch. It's got some really good whore dances on it. Ahh, here it is. Watch this and dance the way these girls do."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Do you love your master?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl," he smiled, stroking her head again. "Now, I think you deserve another treat. Would you like that?"
"Yes, master."
"Good. Good girl. Okay, lay down on the bed."
She got into the bed and lay down, spreading her legs. He stripped and got into the bed between her legs, then knelt and stroked his hands along her thighs.
"You have really soft skin, baby," he said.
"Th... thank you, master," she blinked.
He stroked his hand softly across her pussy mound, then bent forward and licked his tongue gently along her slit. He ran his tongue up and down the cunt cleft several times, pushing slowly deeper. Then his thumbs eased into her, pulling her cunt lips apart and exposing her soft, pink skin.
"What a pretty little pussy," he said. "You're such a pretty girl."
He licked slowly along her cunt meat, then screwed his tongue down into her fuck hole and pumped it in and out. He tongued her clitty repeatedly, lapping gently, then rubbing his wet lips over it. He sucked it in and blew softly, then sucked again.
She lay there for a very long time without responding, but he was patient, and he knew how to lick pussy better than almost any man in the state. He blew streams of air across her clitty. He rubbed it with his fingers, he ground and rolled it between them, he licked and lapped and sucked and tongued it until the blonde slowly began to move her ass on the bed.
He eased a finger slowly down her fuck tunnel and pumped it in and out as he sucked her clit. Her ass started to grind and her cunt jerked helplessly up towards him.
"Does that feel good, sweety?" he purred.
"Ye... yes, Master," she gulped.
"Good. I want to make you feel good."
He slurped on her clitty again, then sucked it in and whipped his tongue across it some more. She gasped and shuddered, groaning as the pleasure took hold of her.
"Good girl. Don't worry about anything but the pleasure. I want you to feel good, baby."
He opened his mouth wide and vacuum locked it around her pussy meat, sucking and slurping and chewing and lapping at it as she began to hump up faster and faster.
"Ooh! oohhh! Uhhhh!" she gasped, eyes fluttering as she panted for breath.
"Sexy girl," he purred. "Hot, sexy little girl."
He licked faster and harder and she started to groan and moan with greater emotion. Her head rolled on the pillow and her legs jerked spastically alongside him. Her chest heaved and her eyes rolled back in her head as she came.
Her back arched violently and her head jerked back as he gnawed and sucked hard on her spasming fuck button. She thrashed and gurgled in pleasure and lust as he sucked the hot, sparkling cunt cream out of her pussy opening and gulped it down.
Then she went limp, panting for breath as she lay there. He crawled slowly up alongside her, sliding his body half over hers. He kissed her gently, first on the head, then the forehead, then on the lips, as his hand stroked her breasts softly.
"There, there. Wasn't that nice?"
"Ye... yess, Master," she gasped.
"That's what you get when you're a good girl," he smiled, kissing her.
"Do you love me, slutty girl?"
"Oh yes, Master," she sighed.
He decided to give his idea of breaking in two girls at once a try. It would take a little bit of experimenting to get it right. He wasn't sure yet whether it would be best to get two girls at the same time, or get one first, break her, then get the other girl and use the first to help break her.
If he decided that was the way to it would probably be a good idea to start right now. After all, the blonde slut was almost completely ready. It was too late for some new girl to come in and do much damage to what he'd done there.
And, he was forced to admit, two girls offered some... interesting possibilities. He wouldn't mind watching a little lesbian show now and then. For that matter, maybe he could use the blonde to do most of his work. Would she be capable of whipping a new girl, of beating her and maybe raping her with a dildo?
It would be fun to see anyway.
He went downstairs a couple of days later and found her laying on the bed.
"Good morning, Master!" she said, jumping out of bed and crawling over to him. She licked at his shoes as he stood there, and he leaned over and patted her head.
"How are you feeling, slut?"
"Good, Master."
"Do you love me, slut?"
"Oh yes, master!"
"Stand up."
He drew her to her feet, then slid his arms around her. She hugged him as well, eagerly tilting her head back to bring her lips against his. Her tongue pushed against his as she ground her pelvis against him, and his hands slid down onto her ass, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh there as they kissed.
He pulled back and smiled. "What are you made for, slut?"
"Fuck and sucking, Master!" she said eagerly.
"And you love to do both."
"Yes, Master!" she cried.
"Suck my cock, baby."
She dropped to her knees and her hands went to his pants, quickly undoing them and sliding them down. Her lips slid over his cockhead and she sucked it and the shaft into her mouth as she stroked and squeezed his balls.
She sucked eagerly and happily while he ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair. He looked down tolerantly, letting her bring his cock to life and then sighing in pleasure as she bobbed her lips up and down the full length, easily taking the whole thing down her throat.
"Ahhhhh, ass up," he said.
She pulled off, spun around, and dropped her face and chest to the floor, throwing her ass up and out.
"How do you want it, slut?" he grinned.
"I love your cock, master," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
"I love your pretty round ass, baby!"
"Fuck me in the ass, master! I love being fucked in the ass!"
"Well then, I think that's just what I'll do."
He dropped to his knees and pressed his spit-wet cockhead against her wrinkled little anal opening, then slowly sank it into her. Sara groaned happily. She reached back and gripped her buttocks, prying them wide as he sank his tool down into her butt.
"Nothing like a good butt-fuck to show a girl what a cheap whore she is," he said.
"Yes, master! I love a good butt-fuck!" she said.
He drove his cock in to the balls, then ground it around inside her as he caressed her softly contoured ass cheeks, then began to pump, moving slowly, but working up to speed as her ass adjusted to his pumping cock.
"What a tight, round little ass you have," he groaned.
"My ass loves your cock, Master," she groaned. "Rape my asshole! Fuck it hard and deep! Ream me out, Master!"
"I will, slut," he grunted, fucking faster.
"0ohhh! Oohhhh! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! OOohhhh!"
He rodded his cock in faster and faster, pounding it down her asshole with wild abandon as she moaned and groaned and yelped and panted for breath.
"All fours!" he gasped.
Her hands clawed at the floor, then she pushed herself up onto all fours and began to ram her ass back onto his pumping prong, grunting with each impact.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oohh! Yesss! Master! Master! My ass! Oh, fuck my ass! Ohhhh!"
He skewered her with furious, stabbing thrusts, hammering his hips against her rutting buttocks as she drove herself back onto his spiked pole. His hands slid along her sides, then under her, cupping her swinging, bouncing breasts, digging his hands into the soft flesh as she yelped in glee and grunted in pleasure.
He came, groaning in delight as her asshole sucked the juice out of his balls and threatened to rip his cock right off with it. He groaned again and collapsed over her, letting the last dregs of his juices dribble down into her belly as she knelt there.
"Nice," he panted.
"I love your cock, Master," she said.
"I know you do, slut."
He got up and went into the other room, then pulled an inflatable sex doll off a shelf. He pumped it up and returned to the other room. "Look what I have, Sara," he grinned.
She looked up from the bed in surprise.
"What's that, master?"
"It's something for you to practice on."
He hung the doll from the wrists, then tied the ankles down and apart to the rings in the floor. He picked up the riding crop and motioned the blonde over. She approached worriedly.
"Here, take this," he said.
She took it gingerly, looking at it like it was a poisonous snake.
"Now, I want you to whip this whore here, Sara. Whip her ass. Go on."
She swung the crop awkwardly and it bounced off the rubber doll's ass cheeks.
"Harder."
Again she whipped it, then again.
"Who is that you're whipping?"
"I... I don't know, master," she gulped.
"That's a whore, Sara. Tell her what a whore she is."
"Whore!" Sara shouted, whipping the crop on the doll's ass. "Dirty slut!" she cried, whipping it down again.
"That's it. Again! More!"
"Cheap cunt!" Sara yelled, snapping the crop on the doll's ass.
"She's a bad girl, isn't she," Julian smiled.
"Bad girl!" she shouted. "Bad girl!" she cracked the crop down again and again.
"Good. Now come around front and whip her breasts."
Sara moved gingerly, very much remembering how her own breasts had been whipped. Even days later they were still kind of sore.
"Remember, she has to be trained," he said. "She has to learn not to be a bad girl."
She nodded and whipped the crop onto the doll's breasts.
He laughed and watched. He moved up behind her and slid his hand down her ass and in between her legs, then fingered her pussy as she whipped the doll's breasts, then slashed it between the legs.
"Very good, "he smiled smugly.
He checked his computer and found where his last dozen girls had been taken from. He decided the next girl should come from Conora County. He spent the next several days scouting there, riding the bus lines used by high school and college kids, touring the malls, and driving around the local high schools and junior highs.
Finally he settled on a girl with curly brown, shoulder length hair. He didn't know her name, but she was short, busty, and smiled a lot. She didn't look any too bright, but who could tell until they talked.
He grabbed her on her way to school, using much the same method he had with Sara. He wanted to spend a little time alone with her before introducing her and Sara. That meant he couldn't use drugs this time. Instead he used a stun gun, which had much the same effect.
He left her in the van as he went inside and downstairs. Sara greeted him like a little puppy, and he patted her head, then led her into the other room. He settled her in a corner chair, then locked her restraints behind her, put the earphones on, and told her to stay there until he got her. He turned on the stereo to a fairly loud rock station, then left her, closing the door behind him.
He went back upstairs and got the new girl, hefted her over his shoulders and brought her downstairs. He dropped her on the floor, then removed the cuffs he had placed on her wrists and ankles and stepped back.
She jumped to her feet and backed away from him, terror in her eyes.
"Hi there," he smiled evilly.
"Le... leave me alone," she gulped.
"Why should I?"
"I... I'll tell the police!"
"No you won't."
"I will!"
"What you'll do is behave yourself."
She stared at him in fear.
"If you're a good girl, and obey me I won't have to hurt you," he said, "otherwise... "
He walked over to the corner and picked up the riding crop, then turned to her. She stared at it in fear, then yelped as he swung it down against the side of the table.
"This will hurt an awful lot," he growled. "And you'll scream so loudly you'll hurt your own ears."
He stepped closer. "But nobody will hear you," he smiled. "Nobody can hear anything down here."
"Y... you leave me alone," she whimpered.
"Obey me!" he snapped, cracking the crop against the table.
She jumped and whimpered harder.
"Now. I want you to take off your clothes."
"Wh... what?" she gulped.
"Strip!" he screamed, slamming the crop against the table.
She yelped and jumped back, banging into the wall.
"Strip now!"
Her hands darted to her blouse and her shaking fingers unbuttoned it, then jerked it off.
"P... please mister!" she whined, blinking back tears.
"Strip!" He cracked the crop down again and she screamed, then started crying.
She undid her skirt and let it slide down around her ankles, then stood there cringing in bra and panties as he glared and swung the crop threateningly.
"Get your bra off! I want to see those TITS!"
She sobbed and shakily undid her bra, then lowered it, looking down at the floor in misery and shame.
"The panties! Let's see your CUNT!"
She tried to cover her breasts with her arm as she scooped her panties down and off. Then she stood there, trying to cover her pussy and breasts.
"You whore!"
"P... P... Pleeeasse!" she sobbed.
"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs... SLUT!"
She sobbed even harder, then did as he ordered as he approached and stood over her.
"Filthy piece of fuck meat," he sneered. "A cheap, two-bit whore made for fucking and sucking! That's what you are, you bitch! You're a stinking, filthy fucking slut!"
She shook and trembled and moaned in terror, her tears trickling down her cheeks as he slid the riding crop over her breasts, then down between her legs. He sawed it along her cunt lips and laughed in her face, then reached up and clutched one of her breasts, squeezing cruelly.
"You filthy, shitty, slutty, lowlife piece of worm meat!" he snarled. "You're only good for one thing! Do you know what it is! It's fucking! That's all. FUCKING! You're a piece of CUNT!"
She shook, gut wrenching sobs spilling out of her as he snarled and screamed down into her face.
"Turn around!"
She turned and he grabbed her wrists, slamming her hands against the wall.
"Push that ass out and spread your legs, you WHORE!!"
She obeyed, shaking and weeping as he slammed the crop against the wall.
"If you move, I'm going to whip your cunt with this. UNDERSTAND!?"
He went into the other room and got Sara, uncuffing her and removing the restraints. He pulled down a pair of leather pants and had her step into them. She did so casually, for she'd worn them on several other occasions, usually when she whipped the doll or fucked it with the strap-on dildo he'd given her.
He took down the stiletto heeled boots and helped her into them, then helped her put on the leather bustier, a garment that covered hardly an inch of her tits, but merely served to shove them up and out attractively. Finally he put on a pair of elbow length black leather gloves.
"Good," he whispered. "There's a new slut out there and you're going to help me train her."
"Yes, master," she said, since she could hardly imagine saying anything else.
"Don't say anything I don't tell you to, and look nasty. Remember how to look nasty?"
She gave him her nasty look and he smiled and kissed her head.
"Remember, do it right, or I'll think you're a bad girl."
"Oh I'm not, Master," she said, eyes wide.
He walked out into the other room, Sara trailing him. She let out a startled gasp as she saw the other naked girl standing by the wall, but she never said anything.
"See this filthy piece of cunt meat here?" he snarled.
"Y... yes, master," she gulped.
The girl turned her head and stared in shock and embarrassment at Sara.
"We're going to train this good for nothing piece of cunt meat. We're going to make her a good little slut just like you."
"Yes, Master," Sara blinked.
"Turn around, slut," he barked. The girl turned slowly, her arms going to her breasts again as she whimpered and shook.
"Put your hands behind your head!" he screamed, making the girl and Sara both yelp. The girl jerked her hands up behind her head instantly.
"Sara, get me a pair of wrist restraints."
"Yes, Master," she said. She went to the table and picked up two of them, then hurried back to him.
"Put them on this slut here, and buckle them tight."
Sara swallowed nervously, then moved behind the brown haired girl and buckled the restraints around her wrists.
Julian tilted the girl's chin up and smiled into her tear-filled eyes.
"What's your name, whore?"
"L... L... Li... Lisa," she sobbed.
"Lisa. Not much of a name. But then, you're not much of a person. What do you think of my little slut helper here? Her name is Sara." Lisa continued to tremble and shake, sniffling and whimpering helplessly.
"I asked you what you thought of her, slut!" he hissed, gripping her hair and jerking it painfully.
She cried out in pain. "I... I don't knooooow," she sobbed.
"Do you think she has nice tits?"
"I... I don't know."
"You good for nothing slut," he said in disgust. "You don't know anything do you? Well I'm going to teach you a lot, me and Sara here. You're going to learn how to suck cocks and how to eat out pussies. Will you like that?"
She sobbed louder not replying.
He got a ball gag and joined Sara behind the girl, first jamming the thing into her mouth, then tying the leather strap around behind her head.
"This is so your screams don't hurt our ears when we torture you, Lisa," he said conversationally. "You can scream all you want now. Just remember, if you become a good, obedient little slut like Sara, you might be treated a little better.
"Or maybe not," he sniggered.
He pulled Lisa's wrists down behind her back and cuffed the restraints together, then he turned her around and smiled.
"Now the first thing we should do, is give you a good and proper raping. Don't you think?" he smiled. "I want you to kneel down on the floor, bend over, put your head on the floor, and spread your legs. Then I'm going to take my dick out and ram it up your fuck hole."
She stared at him in terror, groaning into the gag."
Six
"Go on. Do it."
She whimpered, turning her beseeching eyes on Sara, as if she would help.
"Don't bother looking at her. She's got a strap-on dildo and she's going to rape your asshole after I rape your pussy."
Lisa's eyes bulged in shocked horror.
"Go on now, bend over and stick that little ass up for us."
She trembled and shook, slowly backing away. He laughed and followed her, then he grabbed her by the hair and swung her around. He forced the sniveling, yelping girl to the floor, then raised her ass as he knelt behind her.
"There's nothing like a good rape to get a girl used to her new duties," he said. "Don't worry, slut. You were built for fucking."
He took out his cock and rubbed it up and down against the shaking girl's pussy slit, then slowly forced the head inside. He peeled her pussy lips open with his thumb as he drove his cock deeper and deeper, grunting with the effort. He slapped her ass several times, then thrust forward hard, burying the entire length of his prick in her heaving belly.
She sobbed piteously as he ground his hips against her ass and stroked her soft flesh, then he began fucking, tearing his rigid fuck-pole back and forth inside her, raping her pussy open as he dug his fingers into her hips and jerked her back to meet each thrust.
"Ahhh, nice pussy," he said. "What a nice little cunt hole you have."
He hammered his prick into her with furious, brutal strokes, spiking his cock into her again and again and again as she sobbed and shook and whined in misery and pain.
"You bitches all think your pussies are made of gold," he grunted. "Well they ain't. Neither is the rest of you. You aren't worth shit. You belong to me now and I can do anything I want with you."
He rode her long and hard, intent, not on his own pleasure, but in her misery, on prolonging it and degrading her as much as possible.
"Stupid whore," he sneered. "Look at her whine from a little fucking. Wait until we let the dogs fuck her, huh, Sara? Wait until we get all my friends in here to rape her asshole for her."
Sara had no idea what he was talking about, but wasn't about to say anything. She watched the furious raping with some sympathy for the girl, but also some envy. She had begun to enjoy the fuckings master had been giving her, and wasn't happy that he was wasting his erection on a stupid girl who didn't even seem to be enjoying it.
She watched as he speeded up his strokes, knowing he was about to come. She felt even more envious, then sighed unhappily as he slowed and stopped, knowing he had dropped his hot, juicy sperm into the new girl's pussy, and that his cock would soon get soft.
He pulled out and stood up, then turned around and kicked Lisa in the side, throwing her sideways and sending her tumbling across the floor to land on her back, groaning in pain.
"Get your strap-on dildo, Sara," he said in a nasty tone of voice.
She hurried to comply, stripping off her leather pants and then stepping into the straps and drawing them up to her thighs. She buckled the top strap around her hips, then turned back to him.
"Get on this whore and fuck her cunt as fast and as hard as you can."
"Uhm... uh... yes, master," she gulped.
She'd only used the strap-on dildo on the sex doll, but it was really no different to fuck a real slut, she told herself.
She got down on her knees as the girl groaned and blinked her eyes up at her. Sara found it hard to look at her and turned her eyes away, looking at the girl's slit as she held her dildo and pressed it against the cunt cleft.
She sank it down into the shaking girl's belly, then lay down atop her, sliding all ten inches up Lisa's pussy. She felt strange with her breasts rubbing against the other girl's breasts, but she began to fuck and grind her hips as she'd been shown before with the sex doll.
This doll was groaning and grunting and sobbing below her, though, and Sara was not really enjoying herself as she pumped the dildo inside her pussy. She didn't like the idea of hurting people, even if they were bad girls.
"Okay, now lift her legs up and shove them back against her tits."
She pushed herself off the girl and got to her knees, reaching down and gripping her legs. She raised them, shoving them back as she tried to keep the dildo inside, then leaned forward against them to force them back. She fucked some more, averting her face from the other girl's tear stained, wretched eyes.
"Okay, now take the dildo out... and RAM it up her ASS hole!"
Lisa mewled in protest at the harsh words, but was hardly in a position to resist as the blonde slowly pulled the long, thick dildo out of her pussy and pressed it against her ass opening. She groaned and cried out in pain and mortification as the dildo slowly drove down into her rectum, feeling every inch of its progress as it forced its way deeper and deeper into her guts.
"Rip her ass hole open!" Julian leered.
Sara gulped and sank the dildo all the way in to the hilt, then began to pump her hips, raping Lisa's asshole. The girl shook and moaned and sobbed miserably as Lisa pumped the dildo up her ass, and Sara felt like sniffling herself.
"Harder! Harder! Ream out that ass hole. Butt fuck this little bitch till she bleeds!"
Both girls winced, and more tears poured down Lisa's cheeks as Sara fucked harder and faster, pounding the dildo down into her anus with long, deep, hard strokes, her own round ass rising and falling like a blur as her hips smacked against the other girl's.
"Enough for now," Julian said.
Sara slid the dildo out of the girl's ass, throwing her an apologetic look.
Julian leaned over and grabbed Lisa by the hair. He yanked her to her feet and brought her over beneath a set of chains, then unlocked the sniveling girl's wrist restraints and raised her hands high above her. He locked them to the chains and stood back
"Go and get the riding crop, Sara," he said.
Sara scurried to fetch it, then brought it back to him.
"Did you see how this bitch disobeyed me when I ordered her to get on her knees?" he asked.
"Yes, Master."
"She has to be punished for that, doesn't she?"
"Yes, master."
"You do it."
She blinked in surprise, then looked at the girl standing there.
"You've done it before. You can do it to her. Go ahead. I'll tell you when to stop."
The only times she'd done it before had been with dolls, and Sara wasn't at all happy about the idea of doing it to a real person. She held the crop hesitantly until Julian's snapped command sent her scurrying around to the girl's rear.
She stared at Lisa's soft round ass for long seconds as he glared at her, then raised the crop and, closing her eyes, swung it down against them. The crop hit, but without the necessary snap in her wrist to really make much of an impact.
Lisa yowled in pain anyway, but it truly wasn't all that much. Sara swung it again, but was holding it too tightly, and again didn't snap her wrist as she should have.
"You call that a beating! ?" Julian screamed at her. "Whip that ass red or I'll hang you up there and remind you how its done!"
She whimpered in fear, then swung the crop harder, snapping it properly so it bit deeply into the brunette's ass cheeks. Lisa screamed into the gag as an angry red welt appeared across her twin cheeks.
"Harder! Harder!" He screamed into Sara's ear.
She swung harder and faster, lashing the crop against Lisa's ass cheeks as he snarled and cursed.
"Whip that ass! Whip it! Show this slut what it feels like! Go on! Harder! Faster!"
The blows landed in a flurry, Sara's arm swinging wildly as the crop lashed and bounced across the softly rounded flesh.
"Let me show you how it's really done," he snarled at last, taking the crop away. He turned and slashed the crop across Lisa's back. The brunette shrieked, her head thrown back, her legs jerking apart as the long red line burned into her flesh.
Again he slashed it across her back, then again and again, leaving criss-crossing welts all over her white skin.
He halted and dragged the blonde girl around in front, then handed her the crop again. He moved behind Lisa and put a hand against her back, forcing her chest out firmly, then he gripped her hair and forced her head up so she was looking directly at Sara.
"Now," he smiled. "I want you to whip these fat round tit balls here, Whip them as hard as you can!"
Lisa moaned in terror, pain and misery, and new tears poured down her cheeks as she stared at the wide-eyed blonde in front of her.
Sara swallowed fearfully and stared at the miserable girl, then at her breasts. She raised the crop slowly, but couldn't bring herself to use it. She had always been non-violent, and the brutal treatment she had received over the past days had robbed her of whatever aggression she had once had.
"Whip them," he growled. "Whip them hard!"
"I... I... I can't," she whimpered.
"You can't!?" he glowered.
"I... Please, master, can't you do it?" she whimpered.
"I want to see you do it, slut," he hissed.
She raised the whip and brought it down against one breast, but very slowly, not even hard enough to draw a cry of pain.
"I guess you need more training too," he growled, moving away from Lisa. He jerked the crop out of Sara's hands, then turned and slashed it across Lisa's left breast. The leather tore deep into the fat, round mammary, cutting it two and snapping against her ribs beneath before bouncing back. Lisa howled and shrieked and thrashed in her chains.
He whipped the other breast then the first, lashing and whipping them both, then bringing the crop down on her chest, belly and thighs until her entire body was criss-crossed with welts.
Then he tossed the crop away and turned to a cowering Sara. "So, little slut, you haven't learned your lessons yet, hmmm? Well we can do something about that."
"I'm sorry, Master," she sniffled.
"You'll be a lot sorrier."
He dragged her over to a cupboard and opened it, then withdrew what looked like a pair of leather mittens, except they had no thumbs. He shoved her hands into them and then buckled them tight at the wrists, adding a small padlock so she couldn't remove them even with her teeth. Then he took out a studded leather belt and slid it around her waist, buckling it tight.
He locked her wrist mitties to the sides of the belt, then punched her in the belly. She gurgled in pain and folded in on herself, dropping to her knees. He put his foot against her chest and shoved hard, so she went flying back onto her back on the floor.
He moved to the other end of the room, picking up the riding crop along the way.
"Crawl to me, slut, on your belly," he hissed.
Grunting in pain, Sara slowly wriggled across the floor to him, panting and gasping for breath as she made her way over to where he stood. Without being asked she began to lick and suck on his toes as he stood over her looking down angrily.
"Go over there and lick the new slut's toes since you seem to care so much for her," he sneered.
She groaned and wriggled back to where Lisa was half standing, half hanging. The brunette was still sniffling and moaning in pain, eyes half closed. She opened them and looked down as Sara's pink tongue lapped over her toes and feet, but she showed no emotion or care.
"Lick your way up her legs, slut," Julian said, coming up behind her. "Then suck out that pussy."
Lisa licked up Lisa's ankles and then over her knees to her thighs. She pushed herself up, though not without some effort, onto her knees, and licked up Lisa's thighs to her crotch, then began licking her pussy mound.
Lisa looked down and whimpered in misery at this new and disgusting outrage, but did nothing to resist it as the blonde slid her tongue up and down her slit, then pushed it inside.
"Yeah, suck her, bitch," he snarled. He slashed the crop across her ass and Sara cried out in pain, then continued licking.
"Suck it. Suck it!"
Again he cracked the crop on her ass, and again she screamed, but then shoved her mouth into Lisa's snatch and sucked frenziedly.
"Fucking dyke bitch whore," he sneered. "Filthy fuck rag."
He gripped her hair and yanked her back so hard she fell heavily on her back, then brought his knee slamming up into Lisa's moist pussy pad. The girl bounced in her chains, her eyes bulging as the pain and nausea blew through her.
He reached up and unlocked the wrist restraints, throwing her on to of Sara on the floor, where she lay, moaning weakly.
He went over to the cupboard and got another pair of mitties, then replaced the normal restraints on the brunette's wrists with these. He freed Sara's mittens from their locked position against the belt and stood back.
"All right you two sluts," he said. "Let's see you crawl like the bitch dogs you are!"
He snapped the riding crop again Lisa's ass, then Sara's hip. "Get on all fours, you sluts!" he screamed.
The two twisted around onto all fours, Sara whimpering, and Lisa moaning in pain.
"Now lets' see you crawl along on your four paws," he sneered. "Move. Shake those asses!"
He walked them all around the room, doing wide circles, moving alongside and cracking the crop down whenever one or another slowed.
He started putting them through their paces then, using Sara to show Lisa what he wanted when he gave orders. He soon had them begging, rolling over, sitting and heeling, groveling and crawling and sticking their asses up to be fucked.
He removed Lisa's ball gag and put a collar on her, then dragged both girls up into his lap as he sat back, letting them both take turns socking his cock. When he was about to come, he gripped both girls by their hair, pulled their faces together, then came on their faces, spurting his wads into their eyes and onto their noses and foreheads and cheeks.
He got up and had them crawl after him to the far side of the room, where an odd looking wooden construction was laying in wait. Basically it consisted of a sawhorse, with a long, thin strip of spikes running along its length. The spikes were not sharp enough to cut through skin, nor did they feel bad against, say, a hand. But put something very tender and sensitive on them, and force it down with a hundred or so pounds of weight, and discomfort would quickly give way to agony.
He dragged Sara up to her feet by the hair, then lifted her and dropped her down atop the sawhorse. She cried out in pain, and started to wriggle, then cried out again, finding very quickly that any kind of movement was not advisable while she sat astride the horse.
"Oooh! It hurts! It hurts!" she cried. "Please, Master! I'll be good! I'll be good!"
"Shut up, slut or I'll gag you."
He pulled her wrists to the sides again and snapped them there while she gasped and panted and whimpered in pain, then reached over to a nearby shelf and pulled down a leather strap. He slid it around her thighs just below the beam and jerked it in tight, making her cry out once again.
He buckled it there, then stood back, sniggering as he saw her panting desperately, trying to not even breath. Every movement was agony as the sharp spikes dug up into her tender pussy meat. Even without the spikes her pussy was crushed down against the narrow wooden beam, every pound of her weight resting atop it.
"Now you," he said. "P.. Please," Lisa whimpered.
He dragged her to her feet and snapped the mitties together behind her back, then lifted her onto the horse facing Sara. She cried out in pain, more tears spilling free as he adjusted her so her pussy was right down on the horse, then strapped her thighs tightly together below the beam.
He put a chain on her collar and ran it to the collar around Sara's neck, then went back and got the riding crop. He smiled as they looked up at him with wide, apprehensive, pain-filled eyes.
"Now don't move," he said.
The crop lashed down on Sara's back. She screamed and jerked helplessly forward on the spikes, then howled in pain and jerked her pussy back. The crop lashed against her back again, and again she howled and jerked forward, then back.
This time not only Sara cried out, so did Lisa. As Sara jerked back she pulled on Lisa's collar, jerking her pussy forward on the spikes. Then Lisa jerked her head back in pain, pulling Sara's head, and pussy forward.
He laughed, then moved behind Lisa. He cracked the crop on her back, getting the same result, then cracked it again. He moved to the side and whipped Lisa's right titty. She screamed, jerking back hard, pulling Sara's head forward violently, and forcing Sara's pussy to grind on the spikes.
Sara howled in pain, jerking her head back violently, pulling Lisa forward.
"Oh what fun," he smiled.