Chapter 8
He turned his attention to the brunette, leaving Sara hanging senselessly from her wrists. He saw the girl watching him in fear and smiled. The lesson would have helped her, as well.
He slowly lowered her to the ground and unlocked her ankles and wrists. He fetched water for her and waited patiently for her to overcome her dizziness and nausea, then gulp down the water.
"Are we learning anything, slut?"
"Y... yeesss, Ma... masster," she said in a ragged voice.
"And what is it you're learning, slut?"
"I... I..must obey you, master."
"That's right, whore. You must obey my every order, immediately. You don't need to think about it. You only need to do it at once."
"Yes, master."
"How does your pussy feel slut? Was it fun having the vibrator up your twat all night?"
"Ye... yes, Master," she said.
"Good. Let me see you play with yourself. Jerk off for me, slut."
She stared at him for a second, then looked down at her naked, battered body. She sat back and began to rub her hands over herself, squeezing her breasts, then rubbing her fingers against her sore pussy. He could see her clenching her teeth against the pain, but she was doing as she'd been ordered.
He sat back in amusement. He didn't need to punish her more because she was doing it herself. It must indeed be agony rubbing her fingers against the soft pussy meat he'd just beaten.
"Finger fuck yourself, whore," he called out.
"Ye..yes, master," she said in a strained and shaken voice. She slowly wriggled her fingers into her cunt opening and pumping them in and out as she stroked her clitty.
"More fingers. In fact, shove your whole hand up your cunt."
She looked up at him in fear.
"Now!" he glowered.
"Yes, Master!" she gulped.
She moaned and winced as she began to work her hand against her cunt opening. She formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and was trying to work them into her pussy. It clearly hurt, but she continued to try, twisting them from side to side, grunting and groaning and straining as she panted for breath.
"I have a much bigger hand than you do, slut," he called out. "but I bet I can get mine in there if you can't push yours inside."
"I'll do it, Master!" she panted. "I'll do it!"
"Then hurry up. I'm tired of waiting!" he growled.
He watched as her knuckles slowly eased through her taut, straining cunt lips and the heel of her hand followed. Her face was a mask of pain and she moaned and whimpered as her cunt burned. Then her hand passed through her slit and went up into her cunt tunnel, and the pressure eased as her pussy lips closed around her wrist.
"That's it, slut," he said approvingly.
He went over to her and took her legs, which she had drawn up and back already, bending them further back. He locked each ankle to the floor above her head, but apart, so her ass was high in the air and much of her weight was balanced on her shoulders. Her crotch gaped, her hand tightly embedded in her guts.
He gazed down at her arms, in between her spread and gaping thighs. "I bet your arms are cold," he smiled. "Push your hand deeper into you twat. Shove it down there to the elbow."
"I... I... Yes, master,'' she said dazedly.
Excellent, he thought. She was going to say she couldn't but had decided not to. Luckily for her. He knew, having done this sort of thing for quite some time, that the distance between her knuckles and her elbow was probably about ten inches. She could get it up to her elbow given enough... encouragement.
She groaned and strained, sliding her hands from side to side, screwing and jerking it slowly and gently to work it deeper. He saw her wrist sliding, very slowly, through the girl's pussy lips, and watched as more and more of it moved inside.
She gave a gasp, but continued pushing her hand inside, her fear of angering him outweighing all other considerations. Her forearm slid into her pussy, making her pussy lips strain wider, increasing her pain.
"Go on, bitch. Shove it up to the elbow or I'll shove mine in there all the way to the fuckin' shoulder," he growled.
She moaned and whined but continued to slowly force her hand deeper.
"Tell me when you touch your cervix," he said in amusement.
A minute later she did, and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"Close your hand into a fist, then shove the fist in deeper," he said, smiling.
She groaned, but did as he ordered, slowly closing her fingers one at a time, pulling them in against her palm, clawing them across the tightly strained elastic walls of her pussy tunnel until she had formed a hard, thick ball inside her guts. Then, obeying a primal fear of him, she slowly screwed it in deeper.
The pain mounted. The deeper her hand moved the more of her forearm slid through her pussy lips, and the more of it that went inside the wider it got. Sweat beaded her forehead and she gnashed her teeth against the intensity of the agony that was rippling through her. She felt like she was giving birth, only in reverse.
Then she felt her elbow against her pussy lips. She let out a desperate moan of relief, and looked up at him.
"Naaah, push it in to the shoulder," he said.
Her eyes widened in horror and he laughed.
"Okay, okay," he said. "That's deep enough... as long as you push your other arm up your asshole."
Her lips quivered and she began to sob. He snorted and went to the table, coming back with a squeeze bottle of lubricating oil. he shoved the nozzle into her wrinkled anal opening and squeezed hard, spurting oil up her ass. He pulled the nozzle out and squeezed it over her free hand, soaking it in glistening oil.
"See how nice I am?" he demanded. "I'm making it easy for you. Now go ahead and start. First the fingers, then the wrist... go on, do it."
Again he was pleased when she made no effort to plead with him. She eased her fingers against her asshole and slowly worked one up inside to the knuckle. It was awkward, what with the position she was in, and her other arm already in her pussy to the elbow, but she managed to pump first one, then two, then three fingers in her asshole.
She twisted them around inside herself as she pumped them, then slowly added a forth, groaning as she strained to open her asshole wide enough. He sat down and watched in amusement as she strained and sobbed and moaned in pain, and slowly worked her wedged fingers into her asshole.
Her asshole strained wide around her knuckles, and her face was a mask of pain once again, then they slid through and her heel followed. Her whole hand slid down into her rectum, and the opening closed around her wrist.
"There. See. That wasn't hard," he smiled. "Now the rest. Up to the elbow like your pussy."
She cried out several times, sobbing and whimpering and groaning as her wrist slid up into her asshole and her forearm followed. Her teeth clenched and unclenched, gnashed and snapped, her lips drew back into a snarl of effort, then quivered as she wept. Her eyes closed, then clenched then widened as her arm slowly moved down into her asshole.
Until her elbow was against the opening. She stared up at him in shock and dazed relief.
"Very good," he smiled. "You look very sweet. We'll have to take a picture of you like this." So I can send it to your mother, he snickered to himself.
Lisa proved to be perhaps the most obedient girl he'd ever trained. She showed little enthusiasm for things, the way Sara could, but she obeyed his slightest whim without protest, whether that meant shoving her arms up her belly or crawling on the floor to lick his toes.
She drank his piss willingly, whether it came from his cock or he set it out in a bowl for her. She ate dog food, jerked off, crawled across the floor and "fetched" for him with her teeth, or whipped Sara with the riding crop.
She showed none of the reluctance Sara had displayed in that last instance. When ordered, she would whip the blonde girl mercilessly, on her back, breasts or pussy. It didn't seem to matter at all to her. She was given a strap-on dildo and fucked Sara's pussy and asshole with whatever speed and force he desired.
Sara soon became frightened to even be around the brunette, which Julian found amusing, and made use of. The two girls were standing naked in front of him, Sara smiling hopefully, Lisa's face unemotional, as always, when he turned to the darker girl.
"See this slut blonde here?" he demanded.
"Yes, master," she said, eyeing Sara.
"She has a pretty face, doesn't she?"
"Yes, master."
"I don't want you to ever punch her there. You can punch her anywhere else, but not there. There you can only slap her.
"Yes, master," she said.
Sara looked at her nervously.
"Lisa?"
"Yes, master."
"Beat the shit out of this little slut blonde for me."
"No, master!" Sara whimpered.
"Yes, Master!" Lisa said.
She turned and slammed her fist into Sara's belly, making her grunt and fold over. She grabbed the blonde's hair and threw her back against the wall, then slammed her knee up into her cunt with brutal strength.
Sara's eyes rolled and crossed and her mouth opened and closed in dazed pain.
Lisa punched her hard in the right tit, then in the belly, then drove a roundhouse right fist into her side. Sara cried out and twisted over, only to get a left in the belly. She fell to her knees and took a two handed blow to the back of the neck which drove her to the floor.
Lisa dragged her up by the hair and sank her fists into the blonde's tit mounds again and again, then kneed her in the cunt and threw her into the wall. Sara fell to the floor again and Lisa kicked her in the side, then in the cunt, then in the ribs, then reached down and grabbed her hair, dragging her up again.
Sara flounced helplessly, and as she was on her side Lisa stomped down on her left breast, crushing it against the floor. Sara howled in pain and writhed desperately, rolling into the other girl's leg and pulling her tit free.
She tried to crawl away but Lisa kicked her directly in the cunt again, throwing her on the face on the floor. Her eyes dull, vacant, uncaring, Lisa dropped to her knees, jerked the other girl's leg up and punched her again and again in the pussy.
Sara seemed incapable of defending herself as the slightly larger brunette pounded her fists into her belly and sides, hammered her knees and feet up into her pussy, and twisted and pulled at her arms and hair almost at will.
"Enough," he said. "Make love to her now."
With barely a pause, like a robot, Lisa pushed the other girl onto her back and began to kiss her, sliding her hands slowly across the bruised, red breasts as she brought her lips down on Sara's.
He shook his head in admiration. This girl would jump off a cliff if he asked it. He watched as she sucked on Sara's nipples, licked the tears off her cheeks, then slid down her body and began munching and sucking on the blonde's pussy.
He started thinking about keeping Lisa for himself, using her as a helper to break in new girls.
It would save him an awful lot of time down here if he could get her to do most of the work. Oh, he'd still come down to dip his wick in the merchandise, but the long, grueling sessions of beatings and psychological torture could possibly be shortened considerably.
He had Lisa walk the blonde on all fours, then had Lisa deliver the instructions, to put Sara through her paces, make her crawl, fetch, beg, sit, lay back, and all the rest. Lisa spoke the words unemotionally, but Sara whimpered and obeyed.
All she needed was a little more supervision herself, a little more discipline... just to be sure.
He strung her up by either the wrists or ankles every night, making sure the tape recorder was on continuous play and the earphones were firmly in place. In the mornings he beat her with straps or the crop, making her crawl and grovel. Then he would have her do the discipline on Sara.
He shaved all Lisa's hair off, not just between her legs but on her head at all, making her head as smooth as a cue ball. He pierced her nipples and put gold rings in them, then pierced her pussy and added another ring. He thought about putting one in her nose too, but didn't want to mar her appearance.
He installed a camera in the corner of the roof, and gave Lisa a list of instructions. She was to put on the studded leather strap- on dildo and fuck Sara's cunt every hour for five minutes. Then she was to put on the black strap-on dildo and fuck the blonde in the ass for five minutes.
After that she was to make the blonde lick her pussy for at least ten minutes, and finish up by spanking the girl.
When he checked the tape the first day he saw that Lisa had obeyed him to the letter. However, as a few more days passed he noticed the sessions were growing longer, that she was fucking the girl's pussy for almost ten minutes, fucking her asshole for another ten, and sometimes making the blonde suck her pussy for almost a half hour before spanking her.
She was also making the girl crawl along the floor to her, and lick her toes and feet. And... from the look on her face, she was clearly enjoying it, especially when she forced the girl's face between her legs and was eaten. What appeared to be orgasms shook her every few minutes.
He had his girl, all right.
He went down and fucked Sara final time, then turned to Lisa. "Take this slut in the other room. Wash her and do her hair. Brush it out very nice and thick, then put on her collar and, oh, that leather corset. After that tie her up with rope and leave her be. I'll be back for her.
"Yes, Master."
Several days with only spankings had made most of the blonde's bruises and welts disappear, and had certainly disciplined her to accept orders. She sat meekly in the tub as Lisa soaped her up, unsurprised when the bald girl's hands lingered on her pussy and breasts.
After she was clean Lisa made her eat her out before drying and brushing her hair. The she tied her wrists together and, uncertain just how the master wanted the blonde tied, simply tied ropes all around her, circling her chest and belly and hips with loops.
When the door opened, Sara was sitting submissively on a chair. Lisa was laying on the bed reading a porno book. Both looked up as the door opened, both surprised to hear voices.
"Why hide a wine cellar with a bookcase?" a woman's voice asked in surprise.
"I have some very valuable things in here," they heard the master say.
A girl about their own age came though the door, then halted in shock, her jaw dropping as she saw Sara sitting tied up in the corner, then the naked, bald Lisa now sitting up on the bed.
The girl was taller than the other girls, and slimmer. Her red hair was long and mostly straight, maybe a little wavy, and she wore aviator style glasses that made her look intelligent.
"What is this?" she gasped.
Julian slammed the door closed behind her and she turned to stare up at him in shock. "Welcome, my dear. It's time you learned just what you were made for."
"You... you let me out of here,' she gulped.
"Eventually. After you've been trained.
"T..t... trained?"
"That's right... slut."
"I... I'll tell my mother."
"She'll never see you again," he smiled. "Except maybe in a video where your telling the world what a stinking, filthy whore you are, how you love to take cocks up your asshole and down your throat, and how you love your master more than anything else."
"No!"
He motioned to Lisa, who got up off the bed and moved over behind the redhead.
"Lisa, this is Megan. She's a slut and a whore and she needs to be beaten."
Megan turned and stared at the other girl in horror, her eyes sweeping over the bald head, the naked breasts and pierced nipples. The shaved crotch, the hard steel shackles on wrists and ankles, the collar around her neck.
"Y... You stay away from me," she gulped.
"Beat the shit out of her," Julian smiled.
Megan turned and stared at him, then grunted as Lisa's fist slammed into her belly. The naked girl brought her knee up into Megan's crotch, dazing her and making her cry out in stunned disbelief; Fists pounded her belly and chest and ribs as she sank to the floor, desperately trying to cover her face.
Julian watched in excitement.
"Get her clothes off, Lisa. Strip her," he called.
Megan sobbed in fear and horror as the girl ripped her blouse open and tore it off over her shoulders, then undid her bra and jerked it free. Humiliation was added to the terror and pain that was blasting through her shocked system, and she slapped and hit ineffectually at the determined bald girl.
Her pants were ripped free, and with them her shoes, then her panties were pulled off.
"Put her on her knees, Lisa," he smiled.
Lisa forced the whimpering redhead down onto her knees, then jammed her face into the floor. Julian got up and moved behind the sobbing redhead, then dropped his pants and moved into position behind her.
"You're going to make a real fine slut, Megan," he smiled.
He rubbed his cock over her red furred hole, then thrust in, driving in to the balls as Lisa half sat on the other girl's head and clung grimly to her arms. Megan howled in misery as he raped her pussy with violent savagery, then dropped his load inside her.
He sighed in pleasure then got off, slapping the miserable girl's ass.
"Okay, Lisa. She's yours," he said. "Rape her pussy and ass, then make her lick you off. After that string her up and use the crop on her pussy, ass and tits. I'll be back later.
"Yes, Master," Lisa said, her voice sounding a little less dead now, sounding almost... happy as she looked down at the whimpering redhead.
Julian moved over to the chair where Lisa still sat.
"Well, baby, it's time for you to go," he smiled. "I've just sold your pretty pussy and you've got a plane to make."
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
He pulled her up by the arm and led her across the room, past where Lisa was already fucking the sobbing redhead with her dildo, and over to the door. He unlocked and opened it, then led the girl out.
Behind them they heard Megan's voice shriek as the dildo thrust up her asshole. Then the door closed.