Chapter 8
The redhead was not nearly as cooperative as Joey. In fact, she was letdown in comparison to the two sweetly obedient blondes. Helen was of a mind to trade before she remembered the smirks of the men. They'd trained the two blonde sluts, and anything they could do she could do better.
So she set out to turn the angry, defiant redhead into a submissive obedient slut like the blondes.
The first thing she did was strap the girl to a T shaped frame. It was about four feet high. Istead of simply chaining her wrists to the top, horizontal part of the T, she pulled the girl's arms back over the top of the arms and chained them behind the frame.
That had the effect of forcing the girl's back to arch and thrusting her breasts out. Helen didn't think she could bring herself to actually whip the girls' breasts, but the thought of doing so had aroused her ever since Ashley had told her how hers had been brutalized.
On the other hand the redhead was being so rude, so vicious and angry, that she was begining to think she would be justified in whipping her breasts.
Even as she slowly cut the dress off the girl with scissors the redhead cursed her, calling her bitch and dyke and pervert and sicko and threatening all kinds of things once she could get to a phone and call the police. Even naked she continued to snarl at Helen.
Helen was frustrated and angry. She was absolutely sure the men didn't have this kind of trouble. The girls they'd grabbed had been cowering and whimpering right away, terrified their precious little pussies would get raped. Maybe that was why this little bitch wasn't afraid, she knew Helen couldn't rape her.
At least she thought she did. She'd probably never even heard of strap-on dildos.
As Helen was leaning down to get the girl's high heeled shoes off the redhead lashed out and managed to kick her hard in the chest, geting the heel of her right foot right into the soft fleshy breast and throwing Helen back on her ass with a yelp of pain.
The girl let out a laugh, a slightly worried laugh, because thought she wasn't thinking about Helen raping her she was tied up and helpless if Helen decided to get revenge.
Which, of course she did. Cursing furiously she leapt to her feet, grabbed the girl's leg, and twisted it up hard. The grirl yelled in pain, but Helen continued to twist the girl's leg around until her foot, the heel sticking straight up, was inches from the girl's red furred pussy.
The girl moaned in pain and gasped in fear as Helen shoved the foot higher. She held it up easily, then pried the girl's tight pussy lips open and jammed the heel of the shoe right up into the girl's cunt. She rammed it deep.
The girl screamed in pain, the heel stuck up inside her. Helen held the girl's leg tightly together then wrapped a leather strap around it, buckling it tightly. Now she couldn't lower her leg at all, and only by twisting her ankle painfully hard would she be able to free the heel of her shoe from her pussy tunnel. Her ankle was in such an awkward position that any movement brought agony.
"Take it out! Take it ooouuut!" she cried, her face twisting up in pain.
"Perhaps if you would be a little more polite, dear," Helen smiled. She pushed the girl's otehr leg against the side of the T shaped frame and strapped it in place before the redhead got any other ideas.
"I will! I will!"
"Now then, your name if you please."
"Tammy! My name is Tammy! Pleeease! Ooooh-hhhh!"
"Well, Tammy, what was that you called me earlier, a dirty stinking dyke whore, wasn't it?"
"I'm sorry," the girl panted. "I'm sorry."
"You'll be much sorrier before I'm done. I'm going to teach you a lesson about pain. You had better learn it and become a lot more obedient and polite, otherwise you'll get an awful lot more."
She fastened a leather collar around the redhead's throat, then attached two thin cords to the rings set into the sides of the collar. She let the ropes fall down between Tammy's breasts, then pulled each one sharply to the side, pulling the breasts up and out to either side. She tied the cords to the arms of the T and stood back, watching the girl as she stared down at her awkward, straining breasts.
"Please ... I don't ... I...."
She wasn't even looking at Helen. Her eyes were fixed down at her titties. The riding crop took her by complete surprise when it cut across her right breast.
She screamed in absolute shock and horror, her body jerking back violently and her foot ripping free of her cunt slit to grind and twist against the soft flesh of her pussy mound. Before she had stopped screaming Helen brought the crop down again,, this time on her left breast.
She shrieked in agony, her head thrashing wildly as she tore at the bonds holding her in place. Again Helen brought the crop down on those sweetly plump, upturned breasts. Again the girl screamed in pain.
"AHhhhhh! NOoooo! Stooop! AHhhhh! Fuuccckking Chriiiist! Stooop! Ahhhhhrrghh!! NOoooooo!"
But it was happening to Helen again. Every time she felt the crop cut into those soft, creamy round breasts she felt a jolt of power and lust and exquisite gratification. She simply had to hit them just once more, then just once more, then again, and again, and again, until the rounded orbs were criss-crossed with fiery red lines of pain.
The girl's legs shook and jiggled against the straps, giving Helen another idea. She found a couple of restraints and, as the redhead sobbed and moaned in agony, managed to get them around her ankles. Then, she unstrapped them one by one and pulled the girl's feet upwards, first the left, then the right. She chained the girl's ankles to the arms of the T. They were thus pulled wide apart, and her ass and cunt were terribly, terribly vulnerable.
Helen almost trembled at the thought of whipping her there. Even the men hadn't thought of that. But no, she had to remember the real purpose here, which was to train this bitch into a meek little slut. She put down the riding crop, regretfully, and went over to a table, then got a thick, strap-on dildo and pulled it up her legs.
She buckled it in tight and went back to the shivering, sobbing girl, stopping right in front of her.
"See my cock, slut?" she grinned, fisting it. The girl just continued to sob and whimper.
Helen rubbed the cock up and down Tammy's pussy cleft, then pressed it in deeper. She seized the girl's head in both hands and jerked her face down to watch as she slowly pushed it in.
"Wha ... what are you ... nooooo," Tammy wept. "Dooooooon'tlJ"
"I'm going to fuck your little pussy, Tammy," Helen leered. "And when I'm finished Frank, and Bill, and Jack are all going to fuck you in the cunt and asshole. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Oh GooHoddddd!" Tammy cried, jerking her head from side to side, fighting Helen's grip.
Helen got the bulbous head of the dildo inside her then got her head under control again.
"Listen to me, slut. I want you to beg me to fuck your pussy. Come on, beg for it. I'm Helen, beg me to fuck your cunt real good."
She slapped the girl's face. "Beg for it!" she snapped.
"P ... p ... pleeease," the girl wept.
"Beg me. You want it. You know you do! You want a good hard, long fuck! So beg for it!"
"Fu ... fuck me," Tammy gasped.
"You call that begging? Beg for it or I'll do something else, then you'll really wish I was fucking you."
"P ... please fuck me," Tammy gasped.
"Hard! Please fuck me hard!"
"P..please fuck me ha ... hard," Tammy choked.
Helen pushed the cock in deeper and the girl shuddered and twisted violently.
"You love it, slut! Tell me how much you love it!" Helen snarled.
"I ... I ... lo ... love it," Tammy wept.
She lunged forward and the girl let out a cry of pain as the dildo thrust deep into her belly.
"You love it! Don't you!" Helen slapped her face, then slapped it again. She slid her hands around the girl's tits and squeezed cruelly.
"I love it!" Tammy screamed.
"Say, do me harder!"
"D ... do me harder," Tammy moaned as the big woman ground her hips into her buttocks.
"Say, fuck me harder mistress," Helen snarled.
"Fu.. fuck me harder, mistress," Tammy groaned as the dildo began to pump.
"Keep saying it, slut, or I'll take my whip to your pussy! Tell me how you love it! Tell me how good it feels! Beg for it!"
"I love it," Tammy moaned. "Fuck me harder! Please fuck me harder, mistress! It feels so good.
Do me! Please do me! Harder!"
The door to the room opened a crack and Karen peered in, then it opened a little more so Joey could watch. His eyes grew big and round as he watched the big naked brunette thrusting the rubber cock down into his bound, helpless girlfriend's pussy.
"Fuck meee!" Tammy moaned. "Fuck meee! Hardeeeer! Do meee!"
Joey couldn't believe his ears or his eyes.
Karen led him into the room by the leash and over to where Helen was fucking the big rubber prick into the girl hard enough to make the T shake and rattle.
Joey's cock was bulging and red, something neither of the older women failed to notice, even though Tammy was too locked in pain and misery to even notice her boyfriend was in the room with her.
"Let him have a fuck, Helen," Karen leered.
Helen pulled the rubber cock out and stood back. Karen shoved Joey in place. He stared down at her in stunned amazement, but made no effort to fit his cock against her. His hands were bound behind him but it was something else.
"Uhmm, we haven't ... I mean ... we aren't ... we've only been on a few dates," he confessed, red faced. We haven't...."
"You haven't fucked the little slut yet," Karen asked. "Well, now's your chance.
She took his stiff erection and pressed it against the girl's slit, then shoved his ass forward. He groaned in delight as his cock slid into the girl, and immediately began to hump into her.
"Wha ... wha ... Joey!" Tammy gasped, her teary eyes widening as she realized who was now fucking her.
"Keep fucking, boy!" Helen snapped.
He did, humping back and forth as the two women fondled his naked ass and Tammy stared up at him in shock and shame and bewilderment.
"Stop!" she cried. "Stop it! Get off me! Bastard!"
Joey slowed in confusion, then backed away, his cock coming free.
"I told you to keep fucking," Helen yelled.
"But ... but she doesn't want...."
"I don't give a shit what this whore wants!"
"Who told you to give my slave orders?" Karen demanded, picking up the riding crop. "Nobody tells him what to do except me.
She raised the crop and slashed it down onto the girl's cunt pad, drwaing a shriek of absolute agony from the thrashing redhead. Helen watched in fascination, wishing she had done it first.
Again the crop slashed into Tammy's cunt mound, then again, and again and again.
"Let me," Helen said in a husky voice. She took the crop and then she too began to whip down against the girl's pussy mound and inner thighs, the shrieks and howls music to her ears.
"Now fuck the little slut," she said to Joey.
He stared at his weeping, shaking girlfriend in horror, but his hard-on was still stiff and throbbing. The beating had shocked but also excited him. He let Karen push him forward, take his cock, and push it into his girlfriend's soft, red, wounded pussy, then groaned and thrust deep.
He fucked long and hard, his cock pounding into the moaning girl's fuck tunnel until he sprayed a thick mass of sperm down into her. Behind him, Karen and Helen looked at each other and smiled.
The men continued to rotate through various girls, taking each for a few weeks, then letting her go once she'd been trained, but Karen and Helen kept their little playthings. Joey took very little training, as it turned out. The chance to regularly suck and fuck Karen, as well as Helen and Tammy were more than enough to keep him in control.
As for Tammy, she became as meek and obedient, as eager to please as a puppy, and would give Helen long hours of massages and tongue bathes and pussy licking and nipple sucking, and would joyfuly knee! before her, Karen, Joey, or anyone else to be fucked or sodomized.
Now and then the men played with her, and in response Karen and Helen got to play with the men's new toys as they rotated through the "lodge". It was a joyful life for all of them, and none ever had cause to regret their defiance of laws and rules. They knew, after all, what sluts were made for.