Chapter 7
He left them sitting on the sawhorse for several hours while he watched a baseball game, then finally returned to let them down. Both were sitting shakily, sobbing and moaning in pain.
"Masster!" Sara sobbed. "Pleeasse, Maaaster!"
"Shut up, slut," he said casually.
"I... i... iiii..iiiittt huuuuuurrts!" Lisa moaned.
"Good."
He undid the straps around their thighs, then removed the chain holding their collars together. He looked at them for a moment, then stepped behind Sara and straddled the sawhorse himself. He, of course, had longer legs, and could stand, so none of his weight came down on the sawhorse. He gripped her hips tightly, then began to jerk her back and forth along the sawhorse.
She howled in pain, screaming and writhing, jerking and thrashing her head wildly as he pushed and pulled her back and forth along the spiked surface of the sawhorse. He laughed as her howls rose higher and higher, then finally dragged her all the way along the horse to the end and let her fall off onto the floor.
He looked at Lisa, and she lost control of her bladder, which spilled out onto the sawhorse. She sobbed in terror as he sniggered and moved around behind her. He gripped her hips and began to grind her back and forth along the sawhorse as well, laughing as she screamed and wailed in agony.
Then he slid her all the way down to the end so she tumbled off.
"What's the matter?" he cooed. "Your little pussies hurt? Maybe you want someone to kiss them and make them better."
He kicked Lisa in the ass, throwing her aside, then reached down and dragged her around by an ankle, dropping her over Sara, who lay on her back. He positioned her pussy over Sara's mouth and dragged Lisa's head by the hair until her face was over Sara's pussy.
"All right, you filthy dyke sluts. Start eating each other out," he barked. "Let me see some good licking and sucking."
He reached down and jammed Lisa's face into Sara's snatch, then got down beside them to put his face in close.
"Lick it, slut," he growled. "Lick that pussy. "Give her a good suck job. You dirty, filthy fucking whore! Go on, lick it, slut! Cheap tramp!"
Lisa licked frantically, sucking at Sara's cunt cleft as he watched. He crawled over to the other end of the lewd sixty-nine and cursed at Sara, making her lick harder and faster on Lisa's slit. He stood up and kicked Lisa in the side, making her cry out in pain as she was hurled off the blonde.
He reached down and grabbed Sara by the hair, dragging the whimpering girl up to her feet, then pulling her across the room to the table. He slammed her belly down across the table, then kicked her legs wide apart. She lay there moaning as he unhooked her mits from the belt at her side, then lifted them above her and clipped them to a small ring on the other side of the table.
Then he went and grabbed Lisa by the hair, pulling her to her feet as well.
He dragged the dazed girl back to where Sara was and stood her in behind the girl. He gripped her hair and jerked her head back savagely, then put his mouth in close against her ear. "Are you going to obey me, slut? Are you? Are you going to do what I tell you?"
"Ye... ye... yess," she said in a choked voice.
"Yes Master," he hissed.
"Ye... yes, Master," she sobbed.
"You know what I want you to do? Huh? Huh? I want you to lift your right knee up as fast and hard as you can. You got that? You understand that? Huh?"
He jerked her head to the side painfully, then reached down and put his hand on her knee. "This knee," he breathed. "Right here. This knee. You are going to slam this knee right up here."
He jerked her face forward and pushed it to within inches of Sara's pussy mound, then cupped it and squeezed.
"Right here. Right here? Understand? Huh? Huh?"
He jerked her head back and she cried out again, sobbing helplessly. He cupped her knee, slapped it, then cupped Sara's pussy.
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" He cried, his voice getting louder each time.
In desperation the desperate girl raised her right leg, jerking her knee up in the air. He cursed her and twisted her around, shoving her forward, in behind the moaning blonde. "Now! Now! There!" he snarled.
Again she jerked her knee up, and it slammed against Sara's pussy.
Sara gasped and groaned, her ass jerking up helplessly.
"Harder! Harder! Again! Again!"
Again she jerked her knee up, hardly knowing what she was doing, slamming the bone into the soft, pulpy meat.
"Again! Again! Again!"
She gasped and panted and moaned in confusion, jerking her knee up into Sara's cunt pad again and again and again, harder each time, grinding and mashing the soft, sensitive flesh under her hard bony knee.
Sara's ass bounced and jerked upwards, each blow knocking her legs up and out and then dropping her back to the floor. She gurgled and groaned and choked, her eyes glazed slits as her mouth opened and closed soundlessly.
He jerked her back as she raised her knee again, and she almost fell, off balance. He unlocked her wrists and then removed the mittens from around her hands. She stared dazedly as he poured lubricating oil over her hands, then spun her back and shoved her against the blonde.
He gripped her right hand in his, jerking her fingers out and pressing them together. He pushed the fingers against Sara's slit and slowly drove them inside, pumping them in and out until she started doing it herself.
"That's it, slut! Pump those fingers! Pump them in and out! Whore! Do it, whore! Slut! Finger fuck this bitch! Another finger, slut! Three! Shove three in there, bitch! Three!"
She whimpered and moaned in terror and pain and confusion, thrusting three fingers into Sara's fuck tunnel and pumping them in and out,
"Four! Four! Shove four in there! Four!"
Sara groaned as four fingers were forced up her fuck sheath, pumping slowly in and out all the way to the knuckles. Her head rolled slowly on her arms, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She had little idea what was going on and didn't much care.
"Faster! Faster, you cunt!" he screamed into Lisa's ear. "Put your thumb in too. Go on. Press it in! Shove it in!"
Lisa formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and clenched her teeth as she slowly worked it into Sara's fuck tunnel. Her pussy lips strained and stretched as she twisted her hand from side to side, but they didn't seem to want to go wide enough to allow her entire hand to pass through.
Then finally she managed to get the heel of her hand inside. The rest slid through and the cunt lips closed tautly around her wrist.
"Deeper! Deeper! Shove your fist up her dirty cunt! Go on! Do it you stinking bitch!"
Lisa desperately shoved her hand deeper and deeper, feeling the tight, warm pussy sheath sliding along her hand as she drove deeper. Her wrist slid through the blonde's cunt lips and her forearm followed.
She paid no attention whatever to the gasps and groans coming from the girl before her. She hardly even knew it was a girl's cunt she had shoved her hand into. All she knew was that the horrible man was screaming demands, and if she didn't obey she would be hurt.
She pushed her hand all the way in the bottom, until she could touch... something at End of the tube of flesh that enveloped her hand.
"Close your fingers into a fist, then shove it in deeper," he growled.
She hurried to obey, though it wasn't easy getting each of her fingers to close. Her hand was wedged in a tight mass of flesh and she had claw each finger along the tight, elastic wall before pulling it in to her palm. Under his continued screaming she managed, though, and soon had a tight fist inside Sara's belly.
Then she pushed it deeper, forcing it through the sucking, squeezing meat until her knuckles ground against that hard something deep in the pit of the cunt tunnel, that hard, irresistible something that was Sara's cervix.
"Pump your fist in and out. Pump it in and out, slut!" he snapped.
She screamed as the riding crop suddenly bit into her ass.
"Pump it! Pump your fist!" he cried.
She jerked her fist back and forth as hard as she could, but wasn't able to pump it very much because it was too tightly encased in hot, sucking flesh. Again she howled as the crop snapped out and whipped across her ass. She redoubled her efforts, jerking her hand desperately, ignoring the screams of the blonde as she fought to move her fist.
His hand gripped her other hand then and he shoved something into it. It was the riding crop. He closed her hand around it and then slapped it lightly against Sara's ass again and again.
"Hit her! Hit her! Hit her ass! Do it! Hit her!" he screamed into her ear, letting go himself as she continued to hit Sara's round ass.
"That's it, slut! Swing your wrist! Snap the crop down hard! Hard! Snap it! Harder!"
She whimpered in fear and lashed the now screaming girl's ass cheeks as she continued to pump her fist in her pussy. She was bent over herself, of course, and her ass stuck out invitingly.
He slid his hand in between her thighs and cupped her pussy, squeezing it cruelly, then shoved a finger into her asshole and pumped it in and out. He drew his finger out and unzipped his leather pants, then took out his once again erect cock.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass!" he hissed at her. "I'm gonna ram my big cock right up your ass hole, Lisa!"
He forced the head inside, then gripped her hips and thrust forward.
She cried out in pain, but continued to lash the crop down on the sobbing blonde girl's ass and back and thighs while her fist jerked back and forth in her pussy. She was working like a robot set in motion, and would continue until something stopped her.
"Ahhh, there you go. This is better than plastic, isn't it, slut? Your first real cock in the ass. Get used to it. Uhhhggnnn. Good ass flesh."
He rodded his cock up her asshole with brutal force, completely unconcerned about the pain he inflicted on her. His hands clawed at her breasts and mashed them tightly, forcing the fat, soft meat to ooze out between his groping fingers.
"Stinking whore," he sneered, thrusting even harder. "Stinking slut, bitch."
He poured his jism up her ass and then slowed and stopped. He panted for breath, then eased out. Lisa continued to whip Sara's ass... after a fashion. Her hand and arm were too exhausted to continue hitting with any strength, and as he watched she dropped the crop and groaned, leaning over Sara and panting for breath. She was still pumping her hand, but slowly, that arm worn out as well.
He slammed his fist into her side and she screamed and fell against the table, falling to the floor. She didn't quite reach it, and hung from her wrist, her fist stuck inside Sara's fuck hole. As he watched it slowly slid out, forcing her cunt lips wider and wider.
Then it popped free and the brunette fell to the floor, clutching her aching side. Sara's pussy hole stayed gaping as the blonde moaned softly, barely conscious.
He dragged the brunette into the corner of the room and forced her to her knees, then placed his flaccid cock in her open mouth. He held it there for several seconds, until a warm stream of piss shot out the tip and into her mouth.
"Swallow it. Swallow. Swallow!" he snarled.
The dazed girl swallowed automatically, not caring what it was, or what it tasted like. Piss poured down her throat and into her belly until he finished.
"Suck. Suck and lick it," he ordered.
Again she did as ordered, like a machine, licking and sucking his cock clean.
He fastened wrist and ankle restraints on her, then hung her upside down and spread-eagled from the chains. He attached the earphones, blindfolded her, and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, then turned on the tape machine and left her be.
He went over to Sara and leaned over the table.
"And how are we feeling today?" he asked pleasantly.
"H... H... Huuurt," she whispered.
"I sure hope you do. Next time I tell you to do something you'll do it."
He pulled her off the table and dragged her under a set of chains, then locked her in them, leaving her hanging by the wrists. He left and locked the door behind him, figuring another sixteen or eighteen hours would do them good.
He wasn't happy with Sara's attitude. He wondered if there was a way he could make her a totally mindless drone, but also a happy, smiling one. He didn't want her aggressive, of course, just completely obedient to his every wish and whim.
She was good enough to sell, of course, but he took a certain professional pride in perfection. He didn't want to sell just any old slut. He wanted to sell an absolutely perfect slut. Maybe he should grind her mind down again and then try and rebuild it.
On the other hand, Lisa was certainly coming along well, even faster than Sara had. She hadn't resisted anything at all. Of course, she didn't really know what she was doing, there was that.
He went upstairs and changed into shorts, then went out back and cleaned the barbecue. He had a dozen people coming over that night for a party.
A few hours later the lawn was filled with their friends. A couple of the women, feminists, started arguing about how sexist society was, and how women were perceived as mens' playthings.
Julian had to hide his smile. The women were sitting, as it happened, right above the underground bomb shelter that now contained two moaning, naked, bound teenage girls who were to be sold as just that.
He agreed with them completely, of course. It wouldn't have been politically correct not to. At the same time he wondered why those two would possibly care. He wouldn't get two cents for either of the ugly bitches.
One had brought her daughter, though, and he glanced at her appraisingly several times. Good product, he thought, knowing at the same time what heights of fury, of rage, her mother would reach if she could read his mind.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more interesting the idea was. He didn't know the woman all that well... she was his wife's friend, after all, and knew her daughter hardly at all. Her disappearance, in a few days, say, wouldn't be linked to him in any way. His name would never even come up.
And after the hot assed little bitch had been properly trained, maybe he'd have her make a video for mummy, a video where she crawled on her knees and licked his toes, sucked his cock and begged to be fucked. Wouldn't mummy like to see that, he grinned.
Yes, that idea was quite appealing. The girl had a sweet, small, round face, long, luscious, soft brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders like silk. She had a long, slender body with good, sold looking breasts. She'd sell, all right, sell for a good price. Better yet, she was Jewish. His Arab customers would pay big for that.
He could have some fun and make an extra profit. As an added bonus, she'd had her head filled with all that feminist shit, and thought of herself as an equal. Wouldn't it be fun to make her whine and whimper about what a cheap whore she was, and how she was built for fucking and sucking!
The girls were quiet when he went downstairs the next day. In Lisa's case, of course, the ball-gag made her silence mandatory. The disoriented girl had been hanging upside down for something like twenty hours now, so it was unlikely she'd have anything meaningful to say anyway.
He went over to Sara's and gripped her hair, lifting her chin off her chest.
"Are we having fun yet?" he asked.
She blinked her eyes at him wearily.
"How do the arms feel?"
She whimpered and he laughed, letting her head go.
"Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" he asked.
"Y... y..yesss," she croaked.
"That's nice."
He unclipped her arms and let her tumble to the floor, then stepped back. She groaned and hugged herself, shaking as the numbness began to leave her wrists and arms and pain flooded in.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Sara. I thought you were going to be a good girl, then you turn out to be a disobedient little slut."
He went into the other room and got a bowl of water, then brought it back to her. He held it under her mouth as she drank desperately, gulping down the water until there was nothing left.
"Are you ready to make it up to me?"
"Ye... ye..yessss. Maaaasster," she groaned.
"All right then, get some clothes and do a trip tease for me. I want to make sure you haven't forgotten how it's done."
"Oh, I remember. I remember!" she panted, stumbling across the room to where he kept some sexy lingerie and slutty clothes. She quickly pulled on a G-string, then fumbled with a garter belt. She got that on, added a french bra, pulled on stockings, then shrugged on a tight top and long, slitted skirt.
He turned on the radio and she began to sway to the music, making her eyes slits as she slid her hands up and down her body and moaned low in her throat. She swirled and twirled, humping and jerking in time... mostly in time... to the music, peeling off her top, then her skirt, then continuing the dance in her underwear.
She slid the bra off, then tauntingly covered her breasts with her arms, then her hands before baring them entirely. She cupped and stroked and squeezed them, then slid her hands up over her head and shook her tits at him, eyes bright with desperate passion.
She turned and shook her ass at him, then peeled her G-string down and off, dancing and humping and shaking her ass back and forth.
It wasn't bad, he decided. It wasn't great but it would do for a start. No doubt her new owner would teach her more and give her more experience. He stood up and moved across the room to check on the other slut.
She wasn't doing much, of course. He pulled the blindfold off, and her eyes fluttered dazedly. He snorted and removed her gag, then turned off the voltage going to the vibrators and pulled them out. He turned and went over to Sara, who'd stopped dancing.
"He pulled her over in front of Lisa and handed her the riding crop. "There's your target," he smirked, sliding his hand onto Lisa's pussy mound. "Whip her pussy as hard as you can. Keep doing it until I tell you to stop."
Sara whimpered, then raised the crop and brought it down against the soft pussy pad. Lisa groaned and trembled, but was too numbed and dazed to feel the full force of the pain. Sara sent the crop whistling down against her cunt again, then again, trying to crack her wrist like he'd shown her when whipping the doll.
The riding crop lashed into the cunt and made it burn hot and deep, slowly driving through the mist that had settled around Lisa's mind. She started to whimper and groan louder, started to jerk under the impact of the cruel beating.
She cried out in pain then, began sobbing and moaning and whining, her body shaking as the crop lashed her pussy mound.
Sara faltered, whimpering and looking back at him as though he would tell her to stop. He glared, and she turned and continued to whipping, though tentatively.
He cursed and gripped her hair hard, jerking her head back as he tore the crop out of her hands. "Go behind her, you cheap whore!" he snarled.
Whimpering, Sara scuttled around behind the other girl and peered at him through her legs.
"Reach down and grip her pussy lips, then pull them open," he ordered.
Sara did as she was ordered, gently tugging the moaning, whimpering girl's fuck lips open to reveal the pink flesh inside.
"Wider! Wider! Split that bitch's cunt open, whore!"
Sara pulled wider, though the girl's pussy lips were already hard and tight. She grunted with effort as she pulled them as far apart as her strength would permit, feeling some sympathy for the moaning girl.
Then he brought the riding crop whistling down and slashed it right into the exposed pink flesh.
Lisa shrieked in agony, her entire body thrashing and shaking in wild, maddened pain. Sara yelped at the nearness of the blow to her fingers and let go of the brunette's pussy lips, jumping back a little.
"I didn't tell you to let go, you slut!" he yelled. "Spread the bitch's lips again! NOW!"
Sara gulped in fear, then leaned in and pulled Lisa's cunt lips apart again, straining and stretching the tight, elastic cunt lips wide, wide open. This time she was ready for the whistling crop, and only flinched a little as they smacked down into the pussy meat between her fingers.
Lisa screamed in agony again, her body shaking and convulsing in pain as her sensitive pussy flesh was beaten so cruelly. Again the crop whistled down, again she howled in mindless agony as the pain tore through her body.
Again the crop whistled down, and this time caught the edges of Sara's fingers. She yelped and jerked them back in pain, stuffing them into her mouth as they throbbed hotly.
"You stinking whore!" he snarled.
He came around Lisa and grabbed her by the hair, then dragged her under another chain. He jerked her hands up high and, ignoring her whimpers and begging, locked her wrists above her head.
She sobbed in misery as he moved around behind her and raised the crop, then screamed as it cut into her round buttocks. "I've been too gentle with you, slut," he growled as he slashed the crop across her back. "I've been too soft, too nice." The crop hissed through the air and bit her between the shoulder blades. "I should have beaten you down into the dirt long ago!" The crop lashed across her back, then her buttocks, then her shoulders.
She howled in pain, jerking and straining and pulling against the chains in hopeless agony.
He came closer and grabbed her hair, jerking her head painfully far back. "You need to learn real discipline, slut!" he snapped.
He drew the crop up and then lashed it across her straining breasts, cutting a line across the perfect white mammaries, a line of fiery pain that made the blonde scream and jerk agonized response. Again the crop lashed her tits, then again, making the soft meat bounce and shake and jiggle.
He stepped back then lashed the crop across her belly, then her thighs, then up higher, across her ribs, then onto her breasts again. "Dirty stinking whore!" he yelled, cracking the crop against her soft flesh again and again.
He walked in circles around her, lashing her sides and hips, her legs and arms and breasts and back and buttocks. Then he hooked her ankles high and whipped her pussy until her screams became little more than grunts and the semi-conscious girl's eyes were closed.