Jack Rose was a virgin at twenty. This fact, this difficulty, was not altogether unusual, nor was it his fault. Jack was attractive enough, a tall, six foot four inch man with a powerfully built body, piercing blue eyes, a strong jaw, and a full head of hair.
Jack had the misfortune to grow up with his widowed mother, who worked as a computer scientist at a remote scientific base deep in the wilds of northern Canada. For eight years she and Jack and a dozen men worked at the station. There were no females there other than his mother.
At twenty, he joined the army, and was sent to another remote base, this time in Arizona. There were a few females on the base but there wasn't any real opportunity to approach them. Besides, Jack wasn't easy around women, who were enigmas to him.
He didn't know any women, other than his mother, and even after being transferred to a more civilized locale, he never saw the opportunity to get near them. Jack disapproved of drinking and smoking, and didn't go near bars, really. He didn't dance, had never learned, and never wanted to learn. He met few women in the course of his job, and couldn't imagine approaching a woman he barely knew to ask her out.
Jack would have been humiliated had he been turned down.
So even at thirty, Jack was still a virgin, never having gotten to know any women he found attractive well enough to actually date.
Unfortunately for him Jack had a very high, very powerful sex drive. He dreamed and fantasized about sex with women all the time, and was forced to masturbate at least three or four times a day. He consumed voracious amounts of pornography, which he bought by mail order because he was too embarrassed to purchase it in person.
He had books, magazines, movies, even pictures he'd written away for that were supposedly from ordinary girls.
Jack was incredibly frustrated. He wanted to fuck a girl, a lot of girls, yet he wasn't able to. This frustration led more and more to anger at the women he saw around him, the good looking ones who had great bodies yet weren't willing to let him play with them.
That he had asked didn't matter to him. He was sure they would have said no anyway. Every time he saw some cute girl walk around, especially if she was wearing tight pants or a low cut top or a short skirt, he wanted to bend her over and shove his cock up their pussies or assholes.
It annoyed him that he couldn't do this. Why was it they made such a big deal out of it anyway? He would be glad to fuck any decent looking woman who asked, why wouldn't they return the favour? Hell, he could fuck them if they were asleep, and they'd never even know it'd been done.
He fantasized about just grabbing one off the street and fucking the hell out of her. He'd give it to her up the ass, down the throat, he'd fuck her six ways from Sunday. He'd ride her until she drowned in sperm.
Jack loved women, had them up on a pedestal, and would never really hurt one. He just didn't think fucking was going to do them.
Then one day, Jack won the lottery. He hit it big, and never needed to work again. Now, he thought, he could get all the women he needed.
The problem was that even wearing great clothes it was hard to get women to break into his house and have sex with him. Jack still didn't go to bars or nightclubs, and though he met women on the street, in stores, or wherever, the were, at best casual acquaintances.
He didn't have the never to ask one for a date, and had no idea how to get to know them better. He thought about going to college. There he'd be with women for extended periods of time and could get to know a few. Or maybe if he found a job where a lot of women worked he could get to know a few.
But he didn't want to go to college. He'd always hated school. He didn't want to work either, especially since he was no fairly well off. He thought about hiring a hooker, he'd thought of it many times, but couldn't bring himself to have sex with some cheap whore who would act bored and casual, and would probably have every disease known to man.
What he wanted were the pretty teenage girls he'd dreamed about when he was a teenager, and the pretty college girls he'd dreamed about when he was a little older, and the pretty young office workers he'd dreamed about in his twenties.
But even at thirty-five he was still a virgin and had still never had a date, nor even asked a woman for a date.
His frustration was mounting too. In his fantasies now he often had the women strung up by the wrists. He would whip them and shock them with stun guns and otherwise torment them. He would make them call him master, and crawl to him on their knees. He would tie them so tightly they couldn't move, then fuck the hell out of them.
One day, while having lunch with his broker in a restaurant, a gorgeous young teenage girl walked past the window, clad in a skin tight mini-dress. She caught both their eyes and the talk turned to teenage girls.
That was when the broker mentioned this one girl in his building, a pretty one who he'd sometimes run across in the elevator wearing nothing but her nightshirt. It seemed she travelled from her place to another apartment in the building, perhaps a girlfriend's or an Aunt's.
The girl became a part of his fantasy life. He'd stop the elevator and screw her right there, right up against the wall. Only, as he knew, stopping the elevator rang a bell, and no doubt someone would soon arrive to find out the problem.
But what about grabbing the girl there and taking her elsewhere? Taking her down to the basement and out, away, somewhere he could enjoy her at his leisure without worrying about someone sticking their nose in?
He knew, from his own experience living in an apartment, that getting off the elevator on any floor but the first, or the garage, it was extremely unlikely that there would be anyone there to see you. So in his fantasy he grabbed the girl, drugged her, and got off on the second floor, or perhaps the twentieth, and then ...
Well, he didn't know what then. Just what the hell would he do then? He didn't want to go to jail, after all, nor did he really want to hurt the girl, raping and whipping and beating her was one thing, but he didn't want to hurt her.
And what kind of drug would he use? How would he do it?
Time passed, and his fantasy fleshed out. He had money, and was extremely intelligent. He studied up on drugs, on the things that would knock people out quickly. It was something to do, after all. He still didn't think he'd actually do anything about it, but he didn't have a job and had few friends.
Jack had a big finished basement at his house. He had some workmen come in and build an elaborate bomb shelter beneath it. They thought he was a bit nuts, but were glad to take his money. The bomb shelter had a thick steel door that couldn't be opened except by pressing the right numbers into a keypad. That door, and the shelter, were down a flight of secret stairs hidden behind a wall panel.
He put a king sized brass bed in the shelter, as well as a whirlpool bath, a big screen TV, thick carpeting, and other items, then constructed some frameworks, bolted hooks to the roof and walls and floors, and mailed away for elaborate bondage gear, lingerie and sex toys.
All he needed then was the girl.
He drove to another city, and checked into a motel on the edge of town. He called a local high school and asked them when they let out for the day, then drove there and parked a short distance away.
He watched with binoculars as hundreds of pretty girls left the building. Many of them were gorgeous, but he picked out one and followed her from a distance. She stopped at a bus stop, then got on and rode away. He followed.
Eventually the bus let her off and she walked home. It was a house. He was frustrated by that, seeing no safe way of grabbing her on the streets she walked on. He drove back to the motel and tried again the next day, then the next, then the next.
He found the girl he wanted at last. She was gorgeous, with an adorable face, a nice round ass, and good sized tits. She was a blonde too, which was his favorite. Her hair was shoulder length, but straight and thick. He preferred straight hair.
Best of all she lived in an apartment building without any security. He waited for her there the day after he followed her, waited in the lobby, trying to control his anticipation. His car was parked in the garage right next to the stairs and he had a big army surplus duffel bag, which he figured she'd fit into folded up.
There were only two elevators in the building. He waited by one, watching out the doors. When he saw her coming up the walk he sent one elevator up to the top floor, then got in the other and rode it to the basement.
He kept it there for a minute, then let the door closed and moved into the corner. Sure enough, the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors opened, and the girl got in, and so did a middle-aged woman.
He was bitterly disappointed, but hid it. He hoped the woman would get off first, but luck went against him.
The next day he waited again, replayed the game, and again, when the doors opened, another person got in, this time an old man. However, the old man got off on the third floor. His heart leapt.
In his pocket was the baggie that held a rag soaked in ether. He undid it as the doors closed again, the took out the rag. The girl wasn't paying any attention to him. She was looking up at the numbers. He was just behind and to one side of her.
He removed the rag and suddenly threw his left arm around her while jamming his right hand, which held the rag, over her mouth. She struggled wildly, shaking and thrashing as he hugged her tightly. But she wasn't much more than five feet tall and he was much stronger.
By the time the doors opened on her floor she was limp in his arms. He dragged her out onto the floor, then removed the rag and let the girl down to the floor. He put the rag bag in the baggie and unzipped the long duffel bag.
He lifted the girl into it, bending her knees to get her to fit. Then he closed the bag and hefted it over his shoulder. The girl didn't way more than a hundred pounds or so, and he managed it easily.
Ecstatic at his success he didn't even try to walk down the fire stairs. He pushed the button, and rode down in the elevator. He put the girl in the trunk of his car, then drove to the motel, loaded his luggage, checked out, and drove home.
He drove the car into his garage, closed the door, then opened the trunk and pulled out the duffel. He carried it downstairs to the bomb shelter, closed it behind him, then set her down on the bed and unzipped the duffel.
His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her out and tossed away the bag.
She was still unconscious. He swept his eyes over her nubile young body, admiring the mounds of her breasts and the tightness of her jeans. He slid his hand up her thigh to her crotch and squeezed it through the jeans, then put his hands on her breasts and kneaded them for long seconds.
He unbuttoned her shirt then, drawing it out of her jeans and laying bare her upper body, except for her bra. The bra was a simple white one. Unlike the breakaway lingerie he'd purchased in many sizes, hers undid in the back.
He lifted her to a sitting position and removed bra and shirt, then set her down again. He stared down at her round breasts and the pink nipples in the middle, his cock bulging with excitement. His trembling hands dropped onto them, squeezing, kneading, twisting, pinching the nipples.
Then he bent and began to suck on her right nipple. He licked and sucked each nipple for long minutes, then, panting for breath, he sat up again and undid her pants. He removed her shoes and tugged her pants down. Her panties came with them and she was naked.
He sat there for a moment admiring her form and figure, the narrow waist and smoothly rounded hips, the narrow V of her pussy and the sweetly tapered legs and high round breasts.
He spread her legs and gazed down at her cunt from inches away. The little fleecy patch of blonde hair did not hide the tight cleft between her legs. His squeezed her pussy mound, his cock almost ready to explode in his pants.
He forced a finger in between her cunt lips and drove it all the way into her to the knuckle. He wanted to fuck her fast. He knew his cock wasn't in any condition to withstand any kind of contact with a female pussy for long.
He pumped his finger in and out of the girl's slit, then added a second finger, adoring the softness and tightness and warmth of the inside of her body. Then he jerked his own pants down and off, and knelt between her legs.
He took the lubricating oil he'd bought and smeared it over his fingers, then slid them between her pussy lips again and coated her insides as far as he could reach. He smeared more on his raging hard-on, touching it lightly for fear it would erupt.
He was flushed with desire, his cock purple and red and bulging with excitement. His hands stroked up and down her body, then he eased his cock forward, pressing it against her cunt. He pried her pussy lips apart with his fingers and pushed his cockhead inside.
He clenched his teeth as he fought down an explosion, then pressed forward. She was tight. He could feel her pussy squeezing down on his cock-head, then on his shaft as he pushed it deeper inside. She made a soft little sigh, and shifted a bit, starting to come around.
He thrust forward, his cock flaming with need. It rode the cushion of oil down into her belly, and he was buried in her tight depths. His balls were pressed against her and he let his body drop flat atop her soft flesh and humped wildly.
He came within seconds, spilling his seed inside the pretty teen's belly. He groaned and sucked on her throat, still humping slowly against her. He was so aroused that his cock stayed hard, much to his delight. He continued to fuck her, using long steady strokes, his ass rising and falling as he drove his tool into her.
His hands squeezed her tits, rolling the nipples. He ran his tongue over her throat then bit down, excited beyond measure. He jerked himself back to a kneeling position, then lifted her legs and shoved them back against her body.
His cock came free briefly, but he didn't care. He jammed her legs back against her body and reveled in the sight of her cunt and ass. He let brought her legs up over his shoulder, then pushed his cock into her again and thrust deep.
A small grunt escaped the girl. He humped slowly, watching almost the full length of his tool as it emerged from then disappeared into the girl's fuck opening. His cock was steaming with heat as her insides caressed it. He fucked faster and faster, slamming his hips against the girl's ass cheeks.
Her body jerked and her legs bounced against his chest as he drove his pole into her. He leaned forward, pressing her legs back against her again, squashing them down against her body as her ass tilted up. He hammered his cock down into her, stabbing her with furious lust, a grimace of pleasure on his face as he watched her eyes open slowly.
She blinked them several times, then closed them again. His cock exploded. He blasted a tremendous amount of jism down into her silky depths, humping wildly until the cum passed. Then he settled down on her, sighing tiredly. He let her legs fall aside and lay upon her prone body for a while.
She fluttered her eyelids again, moaning and stirring as she began to throw off the influence of the ether. He straightened her body in the middle of the bed, then picked up some of the bondage gear he'd prepared.
He attached four handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, one for each, tightening them and attaching them to chains set into the four corners of the bed, going from corner to corner, pulling on a wrist or foot, until they were tight, then he went and got his camera.
He took a number of pictures of her like that, including close-ups of her tits and crotch and face, then took some videos, regretting he hadn't had the video cameras set on remote earlier.
He went upstairs then, leaving her to wake up. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her, or how long he would keep her. Eventually, before too long, he would take her home and let her go, but for now she would be his plaything.
He watched TV, checking on the girl from time to time. He had installed a hidden TV camera and hooked it in to his main TV. The girl's name was Amy, a sweet name. He found little else about her in her clothes.
She was soon more or less awake, looking around her at her surroundings with wide, dazed eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. She was probably sure she was going to be raped. He wondered if she even knew he'd already fucked her twice.
Girls like that, he sighed, should all be locked up and fucked constantly. She had such nice soft skin, such a pretty face, such a tight little pussy. He wasn't sure if she was a virgin or not. He hadn't felt any cherry when he'd first buried his tool in her. But he was so excited then he might have torn it out and not known.
He couldn't wait for her to wake up completely. Twenty minutes after tying and leaving her he went back downstairs. He took off his clothes, then slid open the secret door that led to the bomb shelter, went downstairs, opened the big steel door, and went inside.
The girl was awake enough to turn her head as he entered. He closed the door behind him as her eyes widened, then he approached the bed, his cock hard and sticking out hungrily.
The girl didn't say anything. At first he thought it was because she was too frightened, but as he got onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs he realized she was only partially conscious, and had not yet thrown off all the affects of the drug.
He set up several video cameras, all mounted on tripods around the bed. One was a tight focus of her face. Another was a full body shot from one side. The other was a close-up of her pussy.
Still groggy, she made no complaint as he rubbed his cockhead up and down against her pussy. He draped his body over hers, loving the softness as her skin pressed against his. He buried his tool inside her and just lay there for a long minute.
He looked into her blinking eyes and smiled, then began to fuck her with a slow, grinding movement. He kissed her on the mouth, stuffing his tongue into her oral cavity. His cock moved and twisted and turned and pumped inside her a the girl groaned in confusion.
"Hot little bitch," he gasped. "You like that, Amy? You like a hot cock up your snatch?"
He humped harder, jerking her body hard, putting pressure on the restraints holding her ankles down. The girl grunted with some of his harder strokes, but was still bleary. He spilled another massive blast of cum inside her
His cock stayed hard and he moved up her body, straddling her belly. He slid his cock up and down between her breasts, squeezing them hard against it. He rubbed his hairy ass and cock up and down against her exquisitely soft skin, watching her face as he fucked her tits.
He rose onto his knees, letting go of her tits as he shuffled forward over her face. He sat on her face, rubbing his ass against her, then he rose and backed a bit and took his wet cock in hand, rubbing it back and forth against her face.
He pushed it against her lips, which were half open, and managed to get the cockhead inside before she coughed and choked. He pulled back, not wanting to chance making her throw up in the state she was in.
He stroked his cock against her cheeks again, rubbing it back and forth over her lips too. He grunted with delight as her soft skin stroked his bulging pecker.
Then he spilled his seed again, this time shooting wad after wad into her face. She blinked her eyes more but aside from the grunts and groans as his weight came down on her chest again, she made no protest.
"What a hot little slut you are," he sighed. He sucked on her tits some more, his hands stroking and pawing her lush young flesh. He slid his hands under her and squeezed her ass and prodded her anus with one finger.
Then he rose and went to the cabinet. He drew out a long stiff dildo and returned. The girl still seemed only partially awake. He knelt between her thighs and pressed the dildo into her snatch, easing it forward slowly.
She moaned a little and murmured unintelligibly as he fed her more and more plastic. He watched her face, her tits rising and falling, and the tightness of her pussy lips as they clutched the thick plastic cock. He pushed it in all the way and started fucking her with it.
He grinned as she moaned, fucking harder still, making her grunt in response. He forced it in all the way then got up again and went back to the cabinet. He took out a vibrator and returned to the bed, turning it on and pressing it against her clit.
He began fucking her slowly, using even strokes to slide the dildo back and forth in her tight cunt tunnel. He pressed the vibrator against her clit, rubbing it gently around and around the hot little fuck button.
She wiggled a little, talking softly, though he couldn't understand the words. He saw her nipples harden and bent to lick and suck on them, still pumping the dildo and grinding the vibrator. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, she began to hump up against the pumping dildo.
Her eyes fluttered and blinked, and she murmured in confusion, but the sounds became more excited, more charged with tension. He rubbed the vibrator harder, grinding the clitty back and forth beneath it. The girl's ass jerked and bounced on the bed, and her arms and legs pulled at her bonds.
Her head rolled slowly from side to side and her breathing came faster and faster. Her mouth opened as she drew her head far back, then she stiffened suddenly, her body began trembling and shaking and her cunt humped up at the dildo.
Then she lay still, her eyes closed. Smugly, he put the tools back in the cabinet and left her, going back upstairs, but again, twenty minutes later he came back down. He sat beside her on the bed, stroking her body.
"Wh ... who are you?" she whispered.
"Mel Gibson," he said.
"Where ... where ... where am I?"
"You're my prisoner. You're my sex slave."
She didn't react to that, so after stroking and squeezing her body for another few minutes he went back upstairs.
He wanted to go to sleep. It was late in the day now, but he wanted to make sure she was all right, that the ether had left no ill effects. After four huge cums he was more or less sated and was able to watch TV now for a couple of hours.
CHAPTER TWO
When he went down the next time she was conscious, staring at him through wide, terrified eyes.
"Hello there, my dear," he said. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced."
"Who are you?" she whimpered. "Let me go!"
"None of your business. You may call me Sir. As for letting you go," He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at her. "I fully intend to let you go, sweet little Amy."
He slid his hand up and down her thigh, watching her cringe and watching the muscles move beneath her skin as she tried to pull away, tried to close her legs. Her face was red and she had been crying a little. He slid his hand up to her cunt and squeezed it.
"Please," she sobbed.
"Please? Please what? Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"Nooooooo!"
"Then what do you want?"
"Please let me go!"
"I've already said I would, when I'm ready."
"I have to go home. My mother will miss me."
"I'm sure she will, but just think of how much more she'll appreciate you when you come home after a couple of days."
"Days?!" she gasped.
"I want to have a little fun with you. When I'm done I'll drive you home. As long as you behave yourself you'll come to no lasting harm."
He slid a finger between her pussy lips and stroked it up and down.
"Don't!" she begged.
"Why? Does that excite you? Is this the way you jerk off, Amy?"
She trembled but didn't answer.
"I bet you jerk off all the time, don't you. I bet you dream about getting fucked by big hard cocks while you diddle yourself."
"I don't!"
"Liar."
"No! No!"
"Are you saying you never masturbate?"
"I don't!"
"You dirty little liar. You think I believe that? Everybody masturbates, especially kids your age!"
"I don't!" she wailed.
"Don't lie to me, you little slut!" he snapped. His fingers tightened their grip on her soft, pulpy-pussy meat and she cried out in pain.
"Tell me how you like to masturbate," he said.
"Please!"
"Tell me how you masturbate."
"Ooooowwwwwww! Stop it! Stop it!"
"You don't tell me what to do, slut. I do whatever I want here! Now tell me how you masturbate!"
He slid his other hand up her belly and onto her heaving chest, folding his fingers around her left breast, then he squeezed hard, drawing another cry of pain and a burst of tears.
She thrashed on the bed, unable to move much more than her head.
"Please stop!" she screamed.
"Then tell me."
"I do! I do!"
He stopped, stroking her reddened breast and pussy.
"How do you jerk off?"
"I ... I ... Please don't make me," she sobbed.
"Tell me."
She sobbed again and he tightened his grip on her tit.
"Please! I ... I ... I rub my fingers over my pussy."
"Tell me more."
"I rub my panties against my pussy."
"You said your fingers."
"I do, through the panties, but I ... I ... I hold the panties in my fingers and rub them over my pussy."
"Like this?" He rubbed his finger up and down between her pussy lips, pushing hard against her clit.
"Yes," she sobbed.
"I'm going to untie you," he said.
She nodded her head frantically.
"And then you're going to jerk off for me."
"Oh no! Please! Please don't make me do that!"
"You'll be doing a lot more than that before I let you go, slut."
"I'm not a slut!"
"All you girls are sluts!"
He unsnapped the handcuffs and she scrabbled up to the head of the bed, folding her arms in front of her and drawing her knees up.
"Spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself," he said.
"No," she gulped.
"You had better learn to do what you're told, slut," he growled.
He got up and went over to a cabinet, opened the door and took out a paddle. He turned to her but she jumped off the bed and raced to the door. She couldn't open it of course.
"Get back into bed!" he snarled.
She ran back to the bed and got in again, resuming her former position all bunched up. He slapped the paddle against his hand as he approached.
"Now are you going to jerk off or am I going to paddle your little ass until it's red? Open your legs slut!"
She jerked her legs open, looking scared and embarrassed.
"Now start rubbing your little pussy."
Her right hand jerked down to her crotch and she trembled as she began to rub it up and down. He grimaced unhappily, then rolled the TV over to the foot of the bed and turned it on. A porno flick came on. A woman was masturbating, groaning and moaning and sighing in pleasure, her body jerking and heaving and moving in the throes of ecstasy.
"Watch her," he said. "I'll give you an hour to act exactly like she does. When I come back, if can't do it just like her you're going to get a spanking. So you better damned well practice."
He went upstairs and watched her on the hidden camera. She spent two minutes watching the movie, then the next half hour prowling around the room trying to find a way out.
She was shocked when she found the things in the cabinet, the big dildos and vibrators and the whips and chains. She went to the bathroom and washed her face and mouth out, then went back to the bed.
She sat there for about five minutes, then went over to the VCR and rewound the tape to the woman masturbating. She sat back down on the bed and watched it, trying to position her body in the same way, trying to make the same faces and sounds.
"Ready?" he demanded.
She jerked in fear, but bobbed her head. He sat down and watched. She started tentatively, sliding her hands up and down her lithe, slender young body. Then she slid them in between her legs, squeezing her pussy as she ground her ass into the mattress.
She groaned, her eyes half closed, and slid one hand up onto her breasts, stroking and squeezing them as she rubbed her fingers against her pussy. She eased one finger inside her snatch, pushing it in very slowly and wincing a bit.
But she got it in and pumped it in and out as she wiggled her ass on the bed. She arched her back several times, moaning and sighing in pleasure, then began to pump her finger faster in her snatch, humping up against it.
She grunted repeatedly, jabbing her little finger into her tight pussy as he watched. She never looked at him once, looking either at her body or the ceiling. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to make the appropriate face anyway.
Then she stiffened, her back arching as she faked a cum. She gave several hard humps, her ass bouncing on the bed, then she was still.
"Not bad. I've seen better but it was okay for a first try. You'll learn to do it better before you leave."
He got up and went to the cabinet, then drew out a big vibrator. He carried it back to the wide eyed girl, a big grin on his face.
"Lay down," he ordered.
She shuffled her ass down the bed so she was lying down again and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Spread your legs, Amy," he ordered.
She did and he turned on the vibrator, pushing it forward towards her pussy. She bit her lips and caught her breath as he moved it against her, then touched it to the bottom of her slit. He let it rest there, then pushed a little deeper so it sank in between her pussy lips.
"Does that feel good?"
"I don't know," she whimpered.
He slid it up her slit and ground it against her clitty, then began to saw it up and down the slit.
She watched, unmoving, her chest still heaving. He nosed the vibrator against her cunt tube and started dipping it inside, pressing it deeper with each little stroke. She gasped as he forced her pussy lips wide and inserted it fully.
"Ooohhhh!" she groaned.
"You can take it. Sluts like you can take fence posts up their twats."
He slid it deeper and she jerked spasmodically, but didn't cry out. She was tight and he pumped the vibrator back and forth as he worked it deeper. When it was half way inside he let it go and motioned to her. She looked at him in puzzlement.
"Fuck yourself with the vibrator. Jerk it in and out."
She reluctantly gripped the thing and began to slide it back and forth, not going any deeper than he had gone.
"Push it in deeper," he said. "Get it all the way up inside you or I'll take a whip to your cunt!"
She pumped it deeper, grunting with the effort. Inch after inch slid into her box until there was only an inch or two remaining.
"Get the rest in," he said.
"I can't!" she sobbed. "It won't go inside! It's too big!"
"You want me to get it in!?"
She pumped it back and forth with more pressure, wincing and moaning as she tried to get it in deeper. Finally he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bed. Her feet scrambled for purchase on the rug as he pulled her over to a chair.
"No! Please!" she gasped.
He shoved her down. She tried to hold herself up but he put his hands on her shoulders and shoved hard. Her ass hit the hard wood of the seat and she screamed in pain as the remaining inches of plastic were rammed up into her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she howled. "AHHhhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!"
He held her down as she wiggled and writhed and tried frantically to lift herself. After a minute her struggled eased, then vanished. She sat there sobbing, her hands down between her legs cupping her pussy as best she could.
"Told you it would fit," he said.
"Bastard!" she sobbed.
He gripped her hair and jerked her head back over the back of the chair. She cried out in pain, reaching up for his hands, trying to pull his wrist off. Her chest heaved as she sobbed and gulped in air. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
"You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you say yes, sir, and thank you, sir. Understand?"
"Ye ... ee ... eess," she quivered.
"Yes SIR!"
"Yes, sir," she whimpered. He felt his cock pulse with excitement at her obedience.
He let go of her hair, then let up on her shoulders. She stayed seated, looking fearfully up at him. He went to one of the cameras mounted on a tripod and turned it around, pointing it at her.
"Slump down in the chair, then bring your knees up and back. I want to see your ass and your little pussy hole," he snapped.
She winced as she shifted her ass on the seat, but did as he ordered, drawing her legs slowly up, bending her knees and letting her legs slide open. Her face turned red again as he chuckled.
"Wipe your face, whore," he snapped.
She sniffed and rubbed her arm and hand over her face. The tip of the dildo began to slowly slide out of her quim as she held her legs aloft.
"Now let's see you jerk off again. Give me the full treatment. I want to hear moaning and groaning, and I want to see your face look real, real happy. Pump that vibrator like you're having a real good time."
She slid her fingers down between her legs and gripped the end of the vibrator, then, wincing a bit, began to ease it out. She slid it almost all the way out, then, after a look up at him, she began to push it back in.
She pumped it slowly, very slowly, in and out, sighing and moaning in a half-hearted way, squeezing her tit with her free hand.
"Show me more emotion!" he snapped. "I want to see you having a good time!"
She jumped in surprise, then moaned louder and pumped the dildo harder. She let her head roll from side to side and stroked her titties with more enthusiasm. Her knees jerked up and down as she pumped her pussy with the vibrator.
He nodded, then turned on the camera. She had no choice but to continue. She humped up at the vibrator, grunting and moaning and sighing, her head shaking, her hands stroking her body. Several minutes passed, then she got more vocal, pumped the dildo faster, and began to whine and whimper and shake.
That one was pretty good, he thought, turning off the camera. He pulled the tape, then, as she watched, waved goodbye and left. He would have liked to have her sleep with him, but wasn't yet sure enough that she wouldn't escape.
He went upstairs to bed and had a long, comfortable sleep, his dreams untroubled by erotic, horny fantasies.
* * *
The first thing he did on waking the next morning was go downstairs to fuck Amy. She was awake and gave him a wary look as he opened the door and came into the room.
"Well, awake and ready for a fuck," he grinned. "Get your ass on the bed."
She obeyed as he closed the door and came over to her.
"On your hands and knees, just like a bitch," he sneered.
She got on all fours and he knelt behind her, admiring her gorgeous round ass. He exulted in his power over her, glorying in having complete and absolute control over the luscious teen.
"Let's see you wave that ass around at me now, baby," he said. "Move it around in circles, slowly."
Embarrassed, she began to move her ass in slow circles.
"Hump it back at me."
She humped back as she waved, closing her eyes in humiliation.
"Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you ... hard. Beg me to fuck your slutty cunt." He hissed.
"Fu ... fuck me," she whispered.
He slapped her ass, drawing a yelp from her.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
He slapped her ass and she yelped again.
"You forgot to say sir!"
"Please fuck me, sir!"
"You want my cock, bitch?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Say it."
"I want your cock, sir. Fuck me with your cock!"
"Where? Where do you want it, whore?"
"In ... in my cunt, sir. Fuck my cunt, please, sir?"
"How do you want it, slut?"
"Hard! Please sir! Please fuck me hard, sir! Please fuck my cunt with your cock, sir!"
"Reach down between your legs and take my cock, slut. Put it in your pussy and then shove yourself back on it."
She gulped and then, supporting herself on one hand, reached down between her legs and tried to grab his cock. He taunted her, holding it out of reach. Then he let her fingers grip it and watched as she put it up against her slit.
She eased herself backwards, taking it into her slot, getting the head and an inch or so of shaft before letting go. She shuffled back slowly, gasping as her pussy slid down on his tool. He squeezed her ass cheeks and ran his hands up and down her flanks as she eased further back.
Then he gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying the last of his poker in her belly. She cried out in surprise, then let out a low groan of pain.
"Got it all now, little girl," he sighed. "Got your cunt all packed full of cock meat. You like that?"
"Ye ... yes, sir," she breathed.
"Start fucking then, ride that shiny red pussy of yours back and forth on my tool."
He folded his arms, sneering down at the girl as she began to slowly slide her fuck chute back and forth over his erect cock. He watched her ass move, watched her cunt slit swallowing his cock again and again. He saw the palm print on her ass where he'd slapped her and slapped her again, delighting in her cry of pain.
"Faster, you slut," he snarled.
She fucked back faster, panting and grunting with the effort. He wanted to slap her ass again but didn't have an excuse. Then he realized he didn't need one. If he wanted to slap her ass then he would. He brought his hand up and cracked it down hard on the girl's butt, drawing another cry of pain.
His hand hurt too, though, and he didn't like pain. He pulled his cock out of her and she eased up on the humping as he got out of bed.
"Keep humping back, slut," he ordered.
She continued her humping, shoving her ass back onto nothing as he went to the cabinet and took out a riding crop. He slid it back and forth between his fingers, his breathing growing more harsh as the thought of whipping the gorgeous young woman's ass excited him.
He went back to the bed and got onto his knees behind her.
"Take my cock again and put it in your slimy little hole you dirty stinking piece of cunt meat," he sneered.
Frightened, she reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands, guiding it up to her pussy, then easing her cunt back over it. She started to slide her cunt up and down his tool again, but then was blasted forward by a furious crack of pain as he brought the riding crop down against her back.
"AHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed, thrown off her hands by the terrible pain. He snapped the crop down again, the leather slicing across her shoulders. Again she screamed, crawling forward away from him. He swung down again, the crop ripping across her buttocks.
Again she screamed and he felt himself on the verge of cumming. Never before had he been so excited. He fell atop her, shoving his cock into the sobbing girl's cunt from behind as he gripped her hair and mashed her face into the mattress.
He fucked her violently, stabbing his prick down into her belly as he swung the crop down again and again, lashing it across her back and shoulders and ass cheeks.
The girl howled and screamed and cried out in pain, writhing and shaking and trying to pull free as he beat her with the crop. But he held her hair tightly as he rammed his cock into her guts and spewed out huge wads of silvery sperm.
She clawed at his hand and he yelped as her nails dug into his skin. He jerked his hand free and slashed the crop down across her shoulders again.
"Bitch! Fucking whore!" he ranted.
He dragged her out of bed by the hair. Her arms wind milled as she lost her balance and fell to her knees. He dragged her along the floor by the hair, then stopped, pulling her roughly to her feet. He gripped her slim wrists in his hand as he stood behind her, raising them above her head.
He snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, locking them together in front of her, then lifted her up a few inches, sliding the link across a hook hanging from a chain. He let go and she gasped as she swayed and turned in circles on the end of the chain. He stepped back and looked at her with wide, excited eyes.
He loved the way she looked, her body taut, her arms high above her, her legs dangling below. Her whimpers and groans were music to his ears as he slid his hand down to his crotch and squeezed his prick.
"Dirty piece of cunt meat," he yelled. "You scratched me!"
He picked up the riding crop and slashed it down against her back. She screamed and her body swung wildly. He held up the crop, waiting for her back to swing around again, then whipped it down again. Again she howled in pain, swinging and swaying and sobbing in agony.
The crop made a loud, dangerous hiss as it moved through the air. It struck Amy's buttocks, making her scream again. He only laughed. He swung the crop down again and again, raising angry red welts on the shrieking girl's buttocks and back.
Each time she swung around and around and he waited for her back to get in range again. Then, he decided not to wait. He swung quickly as her front faced him and the crop slashed into her left breast, cutting it in half and sinking down to her ribs.
She screamed so loudly he jumped back a bit in shock, then his cock gave a hard pulse and he stepped in again, waiting. Again he swung the crop down, this time cutting it across her right tit, striking right across the nipple.
She screamed wildly, shaking and dancing and writhing frantically on the chain. He laughed in excitement.
"See what you get for scratching me, whore?" he sneered.
He swung again and again, striking whatever was pointed at him, ass, back, tits, belly. It didn't matter so long as she screamed and danced.
Finally he stopped, his arm tired. Amy was hardly screaming at all by then, just groaning with each new blow. He pulled her off the hook and let her go. She fell to the ground, whimpering and shaking, her white flesh criss crossed on all sides with red welts.
"You'll learn to obey me, whore," he growled.
He gripped her hair again, his other hand going beneath her belly and heaving her up to her knees. He shoved her face down against the floor as he raised her ass up, then dropped to his knees behind her.
"Dirty little sluts," he hissed. "All think you're so special, think your cunts are made of gold." He shook her head from side to side, slapping his hand against her ass.
"Well, you ain't special here, now are you?"
He took his stiff cock and pushed it against the girl's pussy, then thrust deep into her tender pink tunnel, ramming in as hard as he could. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to use her as fast and brutally as he could.
His hips slammed into her buttocks as he stabbed his cock into her again and again and again. He rip-sawed his fuck meat back and forth inside her, using it as a weapon, wanting to hurt her with it, fucking the whimpering, moaning girl with all his strength.
"Take it! Take it you whore! Take this up your cunt pipe! Slut! Fucking cheap whore!"
His hips struck her with a jarring blow, ramming into her with force that actually hurt him. Still he fucked harder, piercing her guts with his angry red fuck stick, spiking it deep into her with vengeful fury.
Then he came, spurting wad after wad inside her, thinking of it as acid, burning down into her body. He growled in exultation as his cum shot down into the girl, excited beyond measure by her passive response.
"This is just the start, slut," he panted. "Just the start."
CHAPTER THREE
While the girl lay moaning on the bed, he left her, going upstairs and making use of his VCRs there to edit the tapes he'd shot of her the other day. He spliced the scenes together, making her look like a total whore fucking herself for the camera.
Then, being careful there were no prints on the tape, he drove back to her own city and mailed the tape to the police, who were no doubt looking for her. He was sure the cops who saw it would jerk off like mad while watching.
He picked up several local papers and read about the girl's disappearance, snickering to himself as they speculated about her fate. Then he drove back home, thinking of all the things he could do to the no-good little tramp.
He shoved open the steel door and stepped inside, leering at the girl as she looked up at him in fear.
"Feeling good, slut?" he asked.
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"You mean no, sir, don't you?" He bit off the words.
"Yes ... I mean, no sir," she gulped.
"Get over here. Crawl over to me."
She moaned as she slowly eased herself off the bed and onto her knees. She crawled across the floor and stopped just in front of him. He looked down at he with a smug expression. He lifted his right foot, prodding at her with the shoe.
"Lick my shoes clean, slut," he sniffed. She gulped and sniffled, but slowly bent her face over his feet. She bent low and slid her tongue out against his right shoe, lapping at it as he watched. His gaze roamed over her, from her lapping tongue to her welt covered torso.
His cock pulsed with pleasure.
She licked all over his shoe, then he raised it up and she licked the bottom, including the heel, sniffling and whimpering as she did.
"Stupid whore," he sniffed. "Take off my clothes."
Her hands trembling, she undid the laces of his shoes and took them off one by one, then removed his socks. She stood up, her eyes filled with fear as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then she undid his pants and pulled them down.
"This is for you, whore," he said, running his fist up and down his boner.
He stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back, snapping the cuffs together. She whimpered but held still. He stepped back around in front of her and looked down.
"Now suck me off, you cunt-faced twat," he snarled.
He gripped her hair, bunching it up at the side of her head, then pulled her up and against his boner. She opened her mouth and gulped it in, sucking hurriedly, no doubt wanting to please him. He felt the power in his position and reveled in it.
He held the girl's hair as she slid her lips up and down on his cock, bunching it tight together so it pulled against his scalp even though he didn't try to move her head.
She put a lot of energy into her sucking, whipping her tongue up and down his shaft as she worked. But he was almost more excited by the fear evident in her eagerness than in what her mouth was doing.
"That's it you cunt, suck it. You're real good at this, aren't you, had lots of experience. What did you charge all the boys at school, hmmmm?"
He jerked her head back by the hair and she cried out in pain.
"How much did you charge the boys for a blow job?" he demanded.
"Nothing," she sobbed.
"You mean you gave it away? I don't believe that. You charged them for it. didn't you!" He jerked her head back and forth by the hair and she yelled in pain.
"What'd you charge, whore?"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Tell me!" he growled.
"Twenty dollars!" she cried, saying the first sum that came to mind.
"Lying cunt! Who'd pay a worthless, ugly, stinking little slut like you twenty dollars? You charged a nickel, didn't you?" Again he jerked her head back and forth and she screamed in pain.
"Yes! Yes!" she howled. He jerked her face forward against his cock again, jamming his prick into her and slamming it forward as hard as he could. His hard cock knob rammed against the back of her mouth and punched right down her throat.
He gasped in surprise and pleasure as he felt his cock sliding down her throat. The girl squirmed and thrashed against him but he easily held her in place as he buried his cock between her lips. She struggled frantically but he only chuckled in delight, slowly fucking her throat.
"Yeah! Oh Yeah!" he gasped. "That's the way! That's how to do it, slut."
He ran his stiff prick back and forth in her throat, ignoring her muffled moans and screams, rodding his cock harder and harder in her throat. Her face turned white, then red, then blue. He slid his cock out then, not wanting her to faint.
"How did you like that, slut? How'd you like the taste of man meat?"
She coughed and choked and panted for breath as he laughed at her. He jerked her head back again and pushed his cock against her lips.
"Get ready to swallow my cock again, whore," he sneered.
"Please," she whimpered. He prodded her lips but she kept her mouth shut.
"Open your mouth, you cheap, cock-hungry slut," he growled.
He jerked her head around by the hair, then slapped her face. Still she kept her mouth closed. Cursing, he let go of her hair and instead clamped both hands around her slender throat.
"Want to do it the hard way, whore? Think you can stop me doing what I want?"
He watched her face as it turned red, then blue again. She struggled against him but he pushed her down on the floor, holding both hands around her throat. He watched her desperate eyes bulge out as she writhed below him.
Then they rolled back in her head.
He let go of her throat, snickering to himself. He made sure she was breathing again, then shoved her legs back against her chest, thrust his cock into her furry little cunt opening, and fucked wildly for about a minute before dumping his sperm in her belly.
He went back upstairs, leaving her on the floor. A little while later he watched on the TV as she woke and crawled over to the bed, curling up in a ball, whimpering.
He gave her a half hour, then went down again. She scurried back on the bed as she saw him and he smiled inwardly.
"Come here, slut. We're going to do a little more throat fucking."
"Please don't, Mister," she begged. "I'll do anything else you want."
"You'll do anything I want. Anything! Now get your filthy little ass over here or I'll strangle you, and this time I won't ease up."
Shaking, she slid forward out of bed.
"Crawl to me, whore," he barked.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her back so it wasn't easy, but she did as he ordered, slithering on her belly and breasts across the floor to him.
"Lick my feet and toes," he said.
Sniffing, she licked at his toes, running her warm, soft, wet tongue all over and between them, then over his ankle and under his heel. His cock started to harden and soon was bulging with lust again.
"That's enough."
He pulled her to her knees by the hair, then prodded at her mouth with his cock. Resigned, she opened her mouth and he pushed his cock inside. He felt the back of her mouth with his cockhead, knocking against it several times as she choked.
Then he thrust forward, ramming his cockhead through and into her throat. She squirmed helplessly as his cock slid down her throat. He drove it in to the balls, loving the look on her face as his balls hung over her lips.
"Suck on that, you ugly little bitch," he leered.
He pumped his cock up and down her throat, loving the tightness as her throat chewed on his boner. He pulled it out only when it looked like she would begin to faint, rubbing the wet shaft and head against her face as she caught her breath.
Then he forced it back down her throat again, pumping harder and harder. Just as he was about to cum he tore it free, squeezing the shaft as his scum shot out and splattered against her face. She closed her eyes against the rain of white drops striking her face.
He rubbed his cock over her face again, smearing the sperm all over her skin, then he flung her back, grumbling in pleasure.
"Not bad, cunt face. You'll get better after you've done that a thousand times or so."
She lay on her back, whimpering and panting for breath.
"Spread your legs, whore," he ordered.
She opened her knees, spreading them apart.
"Wider. Wider!"
She spread her knees as far as she could get them, the tendons in her thighs aching. He looked down at her cunt with interest. He went upstairs again without a word, returning a minute later. The girl had already returned to the bed.
"Get your skinny ass over here," he snapped.
She jumped up and dropped to her knees but he motioned her to her feet. She shuffled across to the table where he was standing and he twisted her around so her ass was against it, then shoved her back across it.
"Spread your legs apart, whore," he said.
She did and he began to clip off her pubic hair with the scissors he held. He snipped it close then took out the razor. He was about to use the shaving cream he had brought but then laughed and tossed it away.
He brought the razor down against her pussy hair and started to scrape the hair away. She cried out in pain, jerking back but he cuffed her hard.
"Stay still, whore," he snarled.
Dry, her crotch ached fiercely as he scraped the razor across her pussy hair. The razor worked fine on dry hair, though from the way she yelped and moaned and sobbed it didn't feel any too good. Her legs jerked and twitched and bounced but didn't try to close. She knew better.
"Pull your legs back," he ordered, shoving her legs back against her chest. She held them there as he shaved her cunt crack and all around it, removing every trace of hair.
He rubbed his hand over her smooth, soft flesh, ignoring her whimpering, not caring if it stung, if she go razor burn.
"Now that looks nice," he said. "Feels nice too."
He shoved his finger into her cunt crack and wiggled it around, pressing against one side, then the other, sliding it back and forth in her fuck channel.
"I bet you had a thousand cocks down here already, haven't you?"
"No," she whispered.
He glared at her and she shrank back.
"Yes," she gulped.
"Slut."
He dragged her forward off the table and threw her down on her knees. Her head struck the floor and she groaned, dazed.
"Raise that ass higher," he snarled.
She stuck her ass up, then, at another yell, spread her legs apart. She didn't see him putting on one of his shoes, or turning back to her. She was too wrapped up in her own misery and pain.
He slammed his boot directly into her cunt with such force her ass swung up and she somersaulted, falling down on her back with her head towards him. She gurgled insanely, flopping and bouncing on the floor, her legs jerking spasmodically as the pain tore through her guts and mind.
He moved around to the other side, prodding her legs apart. She wasn't thinking, bleary, dizzy, nauseous, dazed with pain. Opening her legs was what she instinctively wanted to do to ease the nausea and agony in her crotch. She hardly even noticed him above her.
Her legs were far apart again as he stepped back then leapt forward, slamming his foot into the soft, fleshy cunt mound. There was a sickening thud of flesh being crushed. Her body arched back, legs flying up and apart, then falling heavily to the floor.
She bounced and jerked as though in a seizure. He watched in glee.
"Stuck up little slut," he muttered. "Don't feel so hot now, do you."
He gripped her hair and dragged the girl back to her knees. Despite the pain she made no effort to rise, her arms at her side and her eyes dull as he held her by the hair. He gripped her under one arm and hauled her to her feet, shoving her face down across the table.
He uncuffed her wrists then fastened a pair of thick studded leather cuffs on in their place. Each cuff had a metal ring embedded in it. He lifted the moaning girl's legs up and fastened similar leather cuffs to her ankles, then dragged her off the table.
He half dragged, half carried her across the room, to a framework of two by fours he'd set up. It was little more than a square frame bolted to the floor. Chains were fixed to all four corners. He placed the girl in it, raising one arm and attaching the cuff to the chain there.
He took her by the other arm then, lifting the wrist up to the far corner and slipping the catch over the ring of her cuff. She dangled loosely, her rubbery legs bent beneath her.
He moved to the side of the framework and turned a small wheel, pulling the chain through a hole in the frame, which lifted her arm up higher. He moved to the other side of the frame and pulled another wheel, tightening that chain.
Now she hung straight, her toes barely touching the floor, her arms pulled up and apart. He moved behind her, taking one slim ankle and pulling it wide. He attached the ring to the lower chain on that side, then repeated the act with her other ankle.
Again he turned the wheels until she was pulled so tight she couldn't move anything but her head. Her body hung in mid-air, arms and legs wide. He stepped in front of her and rubbed her puffy cunt mound.
"You'll like this, whore girl," he said.
He slid a belt around her waist, then picked up a long thin metal tube. He rubbed her rounded buttocks, then slid the tube against her asshole and forced it up into her rectum. She moaned and whimpered but could not resist.
He slid it in deep, then took the leather strap that dangled from the end and tied it to the back of her belt. He picked up a second metal tube and slid it up into her naked fuck crack, pushing it up hard even when he felt it hit the bottom of her fuck box, watching her moan and squirm.
He tied the leather strap to the front of her belt, then rolled over a little cart. He carefully attached a wire to the tube sticking out of her ass, then did the same for the other one. He snickered as he moved in front of her and held up a wire attached to an alligator clip.
"This is gonna sting," he giggled.
He bent and sucked steadily on her left nipple for long seconds, then pulled his head back, slid the clip over it and let it go. It snapped shut, the harsh metal teeth digging into her soft, sensitive nipple.
She cried out in pain, sobbing piteously, straining against the bonds holding her. He only laughed, taking another alligator clip and snapping that over her right nipple. He took a third wire and got down on his knees in front of her, his fingers prying her pussy lips apart.
He found her clitty and pushed the clip in against it, getting the teeth on either side, then letting them bite down on it. She screamed in agony, her body shaking and jerking in pain as the teeth pinched her clit.
Tired of her screams he punched her in the belly, hard. She gasped, then hiccupped, then moaned long and low.
"Dumb cunt," he sniffed.
He turned on a machine that sat on the cart and began to play with the switches, watching the dials. Electricity hissed down the wires to her nipples, making them tingle. He held it at low voltage for a while, sending the same amount of power to her clitty, her cunt and her rectum.
"We're going to play twenty questions," he told her. "Whenever you get a question wrong you'll feel this." His hand twisted one of the knobs sharply and she shriek as thousands of watts of electricity chewed on her nipples.
She shook and thrashed in agony as the electricity continued to rip and burn through her aching tit mounds. Then he turned the knob back and she went limp, sobbing weakly.
"Ready for the questions? Not answering counts as a wrong answer by the way."
She groaned in response.
"First question: What are you? Five seconds for the answer."
"I ... I'm a dirty fucking slut," she gasped.
"Correct."
She moaned in relief.
"Second question: How many cocks have you sucked?"
"Hundreds and hundreds," she gasped.
He turned the knob sharply and electricity surged up the pipe and into her anus. She howled maniacally, shaking and thrashing through the maddening curtain of pain. Her body shook and shuddered and danced in the chains as he looked on.
He turned the knob back to low, smiling.
"The correct answer was, thousands. Actually, I would have accepted anything over a thousand. Now then, your next question: What are teenage girls made for?"
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Uhhhh ... fu ... fucking?"
"Correct. That is what teenage girls were made for. Any that isn't getting fucked on a regular basis is betraying God, and must, like you, be punished."
"Next question: What is your favorite fantasy?"
"My ... my ... uhhh ... uhhhh ... AAAAAAARRGGGGHHHHH!"
"Took too long," he chided her, turning watching her howl and dance as the electricity bit into her clitty. He kept her shaking and shrieking for long, long seconds before turning the knob back. She went limp, her eyes glassy.
"Your favorite fantasy is to get gang banged by the football team. That's every teenage girl's fantasy. Next question: Why do teenage girls wear tight pants?"
Amy hardly heard him, and answering was beyond her even if she could get her mind to work. Seconds later the electricity ripped into her asshole, throwing her hips forward. Jack quickly jerked that knob back and twisted the one leading to her cunt, sending electricity sizzling up into her fuck crack.
Her ass was thrown back and he twisted that knob again. He turned all five knobs and watched the electricity fry the little blonde's brain. She thrashed and gurgled and shook and babbled hysterically, her body spasming and shaking and writhing madly.
He turned the dials down to low and watched her head sink down. He twisted the knob leading to her cunt, sending a blast of power up into her fuck box. She screamed again, the sound a hideous wail of agony and misery.
He turned the power down then shot more into her clit, then turned that down. He shifted one dial after the other, in no pattern. The electricity ripped into her from every direction, first her cunt, then her left tit, then her asshole, then her clit, then her right tit, then her asshole again, then both tits.
She was blown unconscious and he sniffed in disappointment. He turned the power on all five wires back to low and shuffled back upstairs, leaving her like that.
After a while she woke ... to pain. She moaned weakly, unable to move anything but her head. She hung there in a semi-conscious state, breathing raggedly. Every part of her body ached, especially her cunt, which had been shaved while dry, kicked, raped, and electrocuted.
The sharp biting teeth of the alligator clip still bit down on her clitty, and her shaking and jerking had only made the clip pull harder as she bounced the wire up and down.
She let her head fall forward, her eyes closed. Her mind was shattered, blasted by the pain and misery and humiliation. She didn't care anymore, didn't care about anything, hardly even thought about anything but her pain.
She wasn't sure when she became aware of the pleasure, or where it was coming from. It was a steady, pulsing, throbbing pleasure, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere. She didn't recognize what it was, but her dazed mind welcomed the respite from pain.
She moaned weakly, her body twitching and shaking a little. Her hips trembled, and then slowly moved back and forth, unconsciously humping forward against the big vibrator purring away inside her pussy.
He turned up the power a little, and though at first she gave a little cry of pain, her body adjusted to it, and the electricity began to burn her with pleasure again. Her body trembled harder.
Her mind was still only semi-conscious, yet her body was now shaking and boiling with pleasure and lust. Freed of the misery inhabiting her mind, her body rejoiced in the pleasure pouring through it.
She finally began to wake enough to recognize the sensations her body was experiencing. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped in surprise and confusion. She pulled her head up and back, panting for breath, her body burning with pain.
But the pleasure was uppermost, and growing. She whimpered in denial, not wanting to feel this kind of pleasure, not like this, not here. She looked around and saw him standing behind her. She groaned in denial, trying desperately to repress the feelings inside her.
But she could not. They were already too strong, and as he watched she pulled her head far back, her body stiffening, then shuddering as an orgasm boiled through it. Her pelvis humped out again and again as the orgasm roared through her skull.
Then she went limp, weeping in misery and humiliation.
"Dirty little whore," he sniggered. "Fucking the metal cocks and cumming like a slut."
He reached over and turned the dials, sending the voltage blasting through her. She shrieked in agony, her body vibrating like a tuning fork. Then she lost consciousness again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amy looked up quickly as the door opened.
"Crawl over here, whore," he ordered.
She got out of bed and crawled over to him, her face white and tear streaked, anxious and fearful. Angry, cruel welts criss crossed her body.
"Turn around, twat," he sneered.
She turned, presenting him with her ass and shaved pussy. He was already naked, and dropped down to his knees behind her. He rubbed his cockhead up and down against her cunt cleft several times, feeling it harden with each passing second, then he forced the head inside and thrust hard.
She gasped in pain, but clenched her teeth and held herself up. His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. He fucked for less than a minute, then slid his cock out.
"Guess what I'm gonna do now, slut."
She said nothing, though she closed her eyes briefly. He slapped her ass and she yelped in pain.
"I said to guess!" he snarled.
"Fuck me?" She gulped.
"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass," he said with glee.
Amy paled, her eyes widening. She closed her eyes then, trembling, knowing no protest would help her. He pressed his finger against her asshole and jammed it inside. Amy bit her lip to keep from crying out as he rammed the digit up her ass.
He wiggled it around inside her, giggling and snickering, pumping it back and forth. Then he pulled it out and placed his cock against her anus.
"Round little asses like yours need to get cocks stuffed up them," he said. "Remember all those times you wagged your ass around in tight pants? Well this is what you get for it, slut. You get yourself butt-fucked!"
He was far from gentle. He forced his cockhead into her anus and then pushed it in as hard and fast as he could. Amy whimpered and grunted in pain, but made no attempt to resist him. She hadn't thought anything could be more humiliating than having to masturbate in front of him, but she'd been wrong.
His cock thrust deep into her rectum, ripping in and out as he worked it even deeper. Then his hips were slapping cruelly against her buttocks as he skewered her asshole with his bulging cock. He rutted furiously, gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place as his hips smashed against her ass cheeks.
Amy's reamed out ass felt numb and raw and burned with pain, but she could do nothing but kneel there and take it, trying desperately to focus her mind on something else, on a bird flying, or a sailboat moving over the water, anything but the terrible man raping her asshole.
It went on and on and on, until Amy was sure that any second she would scream in denial and tear herself free, despite what would come after.
Finally, after what seemed like hours he increased the speed of his rutting, and then halted with a groan, after spewing out his evil seeds. Amy was nauseous at the thought of his sperm bubbling up into her asshole, and pushed the idea away.
"That's the first time, whore. From now on you'll get butt-fucked on a regular basis. An ass like yours needs to get itself reamed."
He pulled his softening cock free then got to his feet. Amy didn't move.
"Stand up, whore."
"Yes, sir," she whispered, getting to her feet, swaying slightly.
He had brought a bag with him, a bag that clinked. He opened it and drew out a thick metal collar, then slid it around her throat and locked it tightly together. He pulled out a matching pair of thick metal bracelets, fitting each around one wrist, then pressing them together so they locked tight.
A second pair of metal bracelets, thick, heavy, smooth except for a key hole and a ring sticking out, were put around her ankles and locked tightly. He hummed as he worked, as though he were working on a hobby, something ... some thing, he enjoyed.
In a burst of insight she realized he didn't see her as a human being at all. She was a plaything, a creature for enjoyment, to do with whatever he wished.
He held up something and leered at her.
"Know what this is, slut?"
"No, sir," she said.
It looked like one of his sex toys, pink and plastic and smooth. It was narrow and rounded at the tip, but thickened considerably at the end. It was only a couple of inches long, and attached to it was something that looked like a raccoon tail, only softer.
"This is a butt plug. It goes up your asshole. Bend over and grab your ankles."
She obeyed at once and felt the thing pressing against her asshole. She spread her legs to ease the pain as he jammed it inside her. It pushed in completely, so her asshole was able to close again. The tail stuck out through her asshole, however.
"Stand up, cunt," he said.
She rose and the tail hung down out of her asshole. It was about a foot long, soft and flexible. It brushed against her thighs as she stood there.
"Get on all fours, like the dirty little slut dog you are," he said.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, dropping onto all fours.
He fitted a leash to the ring in her collar, then walked her slowly around the room, making her wag her tail, making her sit, and kneel, and lie down, and roll over and play dead, making her lick his toes and feet, then making her lie on her back and masturbate.
"What do you like more than anything in the world?" he asked.
"To be fucked, sir," she said.
"Hard."
"Yes, sir, to be fucked hard. I'm a dirty slut, sir."
"How much do you charge for a fuck?"
"Five cents, sir."
"How many men have you fucked?"
"Thousands and thousands," she said dully.
"Call me ... Daddy," he said.
"Yes, Daddy," she said.
"Come and suck Daddy's cock."
"Yes, Daddy," she sighed.
She crawled up to him then rose and began licking at his cock. She slipped her lips around it and took it into her mouth, then began to suck and lick on it, trying to get it hard again ... so he could rape her again. He moved behind her, pulling her arms up behind her back and linking the bracelets together like handcuffs, then moved in front and let her resume her sucking.
After long minutes he got hard and rammed his cock down her throat, fucking her face, nearly choking her as he rutted his cock up and down her throat. He pulled his cock out and pumped it in his hand, holding her hair as his cum spewed out into her face.
"Open your mouth, whore!" he yelled.
She opened it and he directed the last of his gunk into her mouth, then sighed and rubbed the slimy cock all over her face.
"Keep your mouth wide," he directed, laying the end of his cock over her lower lips, dropping the head on her tongue.
"Remember the whipping you got yesterday?"
She nodded slightly, unable to talk with his cock in her mouth.
"Remember the electric shocks?"
She nodded again.
"Want me to do it again, only worse?"
"NGhhoooo," she said awkwardly.
"Then you do exactly what I say. I want you to swallow my piss. I'm gonna piss in your mouth and you are gonna drink it down."
At first she thought he must be making a joke, but she realized almost immediately that he was serious. Her mind exploded, her heart pounding, her stomach threatening to turn over. He was going to piss in her mouth!!
She wanted to jerk away, to crawl under the bed and scream and howl. But she knew what he would do then. He would hook her up to that machine. He would hang her from her wrists again and whip her breasts and back and ass. She couldn't take that again. She'd go insane.
It was all so unfair, she despaired. Why her? What had she done to deserve this?
Then she felt the first moisture, and cringed inwardly. It trickled into her mouth, a warm, acid liquid. She would have thrown up had she anything in her stomach, but her terror made her swallow. She choked and coughed and her throat burned as it went down, but she kept swallowing as more and more piss came out of his prick and sprayed into her mouth.
He pulled his cock out suddenly, and the stream of piss splashed against her face, then against her breasts. He held his cock in his hand, directing the stream of piss against her face and tits and then her pussy, laughing as he pissed on her.
He put his cock back in her mouth just as the last of his piss dribbled out, and she swallowed it down, then licked and sucked on his cock as ordered.
"Good girl," he sneered. "You'll get to drink a lot of Daddy's piss from now on, so get used to it."
Then, for no reason at all, he bent her over and began to spank her ass hard. She sobbed and bawled in pain and misery as his hand turned her aching buttocks an angry red. Then he walked out, locking her in again. She lay on her side for a long time, whimpering and crying, then crawled to her feet and staggered back to the bed.
* * *
She was sleeping the next time he came in. He moved quietly over to the bed and gazed down at her. She was lying on her side, her back to him, partly curled in a fetal position. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and the tail stuck out of her asshole.
He slid his hand in between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. She started awake, jerking around to face him with wide, frightened eyes.
"Glad to see you're awake, pussy," he said. "I brought you a present."
He opened a box and showed her what looked like rings. She realized then that they were earrings, round and gold.
"What do you say, pussy?"
"Thank you, Daddy," she gulped.
"Do you know why there's five of them?"
"No, Daddy."
"You'll find out," he snickered. He moved over to a wooden beam, like a saw horse, that was standing next to the wall.
"Come here, pussy."
"Yes, Daddy," she gulped, getting out of bed and staggering unevenly over to him. He spun her around and unclipped her wrists, then clipped them together again in front of her. He pushed her back against the beam. He ordered her legs spread wide, then clipped the metal bracelets around her ankles to small chains on the sides of the beam thing.
He moved around to the other side of the beam then gripped her hair, pulling her backwards over the beam. She gasped in pain as the beam dug into her spine, but he ignored it, forcing her further back, bowing her back painfully.
He gripped her locked wrists and pulled them up above her head, then back down behind the beam, forcing her back even harder.
"Please," she panted. "Please! You're hurting me!"
"Good."
He chained her wrists to the base of the beam rig near the floor. She was bent far, far back over the beam, her legs side, her back arched almost enough to snap. She whimpered and groaned in pain and discomfort.
He whistled as he moved around her. He came back and she raised her head to see what he was doing. He pinched her right nipple hard, then pulled it outward from her breast.
She saw then that he was holding something in his other hand.
"Noooo! Don't! Pleeeeasee! Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed.
"This won't hurt much," he chided her.
He pulled a small pair of pliers from his back pocket and crushed them down on the tip of her nipple, stretching it out. She screamed and thrashed weakly, unable to move much without agonizing pain to her back.
He pressed the needle he held against the side of her nipple, going slowly rather than fast, in no hurry. She screamed again and again, the pain tearing at her breast, but more than that the terror making her heart pound.
He forced the needle all the way through her nipple and out the other side, whistling as he pulled it in and out, slid it back and forth. Finally he pulled it free, then, still holding the pliers tightly, he set down the needle and picked up one of the earrings.
He slid the ring through the hole in her nipple, then closed it and let her nipple go. It burned as though it had been set on fire. Amy sobbed as he fingered the ring, sliding it through the holed nipple. He seized her other nipple then, pinching it with his fingers.
He rubbed and pinched and tugged on the nipple, then let it go, bent, and began to lick and suck it. He worked his tongue around on the little pink bud, then drew back, sighing. He picked up the pliers and snapped them closed.
Amy cried out again, her taut frame shaking and straining as he pulled her nipple out, then pushed the needle against the side. She yelled and gave a loud cry of pain as he jabbed the needle into her nipple and forced it all the way through.
He slid the second ring into her nipple, closing it and admiring the way the two round gold rings looked against her straining breasts.
"Guess where the next ring goes, baby," he grinned.
He moved around to the other side and cupped her pussy, rubbing and squeezing it. He stood there for a moment admiring the view of her straining, arching body, legs wide, slit parted, breasts puffed out.
He dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck at her pussy, driving his tongue into the girl's puffy bald slit. He munched and chewed and sucked, his hands squeezing her buttocks, holding them like a watermelon as he bit down on her snatch.
He drew back after a minute, sighing in pleasure. He fingered her pussy lips, rubbing and squeezing them, then drew the needle out. He squeezed her pussy lips pressing his fingers against them, pulling them down, stretching the skin.
Then he pressed the needle against the skin near the very bottom. Amy howled and her legs tugged desperately at the chains holding them, shaking the framework she was draped across. He pushed harder and the needle dug into her cunt lips, sliding in and all the way through, coming out the other side.
"Quit your whining," he said. "You're lucky I'm using real gold."
He took out the third ring, larger than the previous two, and slid it, first through the first lip, then the second, closing it tightly. He gave her crotch a quick squeeze then stood up and moved around to the other side.
He smiled down at her, admiring her face, so pretty despite the tears staining it. He bent and licked his tongue over her face, tasting her salty tears. Then he pulled her hair hard, forcing her head down and back, clutching it very tightly as she wailed in new pain.
He took the needle in his other hand and pressed it against the skin between her nostrils, then jabbed it hard. She howled madly, trying to pull her head away. He snickered and held tight, twisting the needle from side to side as he forced it deeper.
He pushed it all the way through and out the other side, then pumped it a few times before removing it.
"Just a nose ring for the cow," he sniggered.
He attached the fourth ring to her nose then stepped back and sighed in pleasure. He watched her for a few seconds, then turned and left the room.
She lay bent back in awkward misery for several hours before he returned. He was humming and smiling as he came over and released her from the beam, pushing her forward onto her knees on the floor.
She was moaning and whimpering, every movement sending agony into her back. Never had her back hurt so much. He wasn't gentle though, moving her around as he wished, her trembling hands reaching tentatively for her crotch. He slipped a key into her collar and removed it, then slipped something else around her head and down around her throat. It was a chain, she realized dazedly. He jerked it back and it tightened, choking her as it pulled her head, then her upper torso up and back. She gasped, her hands jerking up to the chain, fingers trying to loosen its pull against her throat.
He let go and it slackened immediately, but then he grabbed her arms and pulled them up hard behind her back. An instant later they were cuffed together.
"Know what this is, whore? It's a choke chain. It's used on stupid fuckin dogs that are too dumb to learn any other way. Hear that, dog, bitch dog?"
He pulled it up and back again, strangling her.
She squirmed with growing desperation as he snickered and kept the chain tight. She forced herself upwards, climbing to her feet in an attempt to ease the pressure, but he merely raised the leash higher, holding his hand above her head to keep the noose pulling tight against her throat.
She tried to beg but couldn't get a word out as her head throbbed and her face heated up. The throbbing grew worse and worse and her vision started to blur. Then he let it go, slipping a finger into the now loose chain to pull it away from her throat.
She drew in great gasps of air as he stood back and admired the rise and fall of her chest.
"I swear your tits get bigger every day," he sighed, reaching out and fondling one. He twirled her around and unlinked her bracelets, or handcuffs, or whatever they were.
"Now, get down on all fours, bitch dog."
Still dazed, she half fell to her knees, almost automatically spreading her legs.
"Now we'll train you like the bitch dog you are," he said. "I'll walk and you crawl along at my side, just behind me. When I say sit, you kneel, sitting on your heels with your hands on your thighs and your knees apart."
He pushed her down and showed her what he wanted.
"When I say kneel, you push up off your heels, back straight, arms at your sides." He pulled up on the leash, tugging at her throat as she rose.
"Good, slut. Now, when I say beg, you raise your paws up like a dog."
He demonstrated, holding her arms up and hands out like a begging dog.
And so he walked her around the room. Amy crawled quickly, despite the pain to her knees, needing to keep up with him or face strangulation on the choke chain. She wagged her tail from side to side as she moved, just as she'd been ordered, knelt, begged, rolled over, and licked his hands and feet and balls.
Then she spread her legs and he mounted her, jamming his cock into her cunt crack and ramming it deep into her belly.
"Let me hear how good it feels," he panted. "Tell me how you love it, slut. Tell me how fucking great my cock is. Tell me how hot and horny you are."
That was too many orders for her to understand. Her mind was half numb and she couldn't seem to understand what exactly he wanted her to say.
"Let me hear you grunt and whine like a bitch in heat!" he snapped, slapping her ass hard.
"UHhhnnng!" she groaned, thinking now of how she'd had to moan and groan while he took videos of her jerking off.
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck my cunt, Daddy!" she cried, as he rammed his tool into her with violent humping motions.
"Move back against me. And shake your head around like you love it!"
She humped back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts with her own humps, shaking her head from side to side and up and down as she yelped and whined and grunted and moaned in simulated pleasure.
"Slut! Fucking whore slut!" he screamed, slapping her ass cheeks repeatedly as he skewered her little cunt tunnel.
His face was crazed as he hammered into her cunt and ass, his strokes slamming into her so hard it was hurting him.
"Beg for it, whore! Beg for it up the asshole!"
"Please fuck me, Daddy!" she whined, sobbing against the pain. "Fuck my asshole, Daddy!"
He tore his cock out of her crack and grabbed her tail, ripping the plug out of her asshole. She screamed at the pain, then her eyes bulged as he spiked his cock all the way up her ass to the balls in one violent thrust.
She reared back on her knees, like a horse pawing the air, her mouth working like a fish as she clawed at the air. He cursed and slapped the back of her hair, knocking her back onto her hands as he started pounding his tool up her anus.
"Dirty stinking, filthy little fuck-wad! You're nothing but a piece of meat for fucking! You're a cheap, mindless slut dog!"
His cock pistoned inside her ass tube, reaming her out with savage strokes as his hands slapped at her head and ass. He gripped the leash and tugged back hard, forcing her head up and back, strangling her as he pounded his cock up her ass.
She didn't even try to pry it loose. Her hands remained hanging down as her eyes began to bulge and her face changed colors. He let her go and she fell on her face on the floor. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he continued to ram his bulging fuck wand up her anus.
"Cunt! Bitch! Dirty little teenage cock tease! Bet you love it! Don't you! Don't you!"
Her knees slid slowly apart and she fell flat on her belly, legs and arms out wide, eyes glazed as he fell atop her, his hands coming down against her shoulder blades, supporting his upper body as he continued to rip his cock up and down in her rectum.
His ass rose and fell with blinding speed as he used his cock like a knife, stabbing her buttery little asshole again and again with all his strength. He felt his balls glowing with heat and knew he was close to coming. He fought it as long as he could, then howled in pleasure and conquest, his cum juice blasting out into her asshole, giving her a sperm enema.
"Bitch! Take that, bitch! Stuck up little ass waving slut dog!" he screamed, pumping wads of silvery cum juice into her bowels.
He slowed finally, panting for breath, then slid down, laying atop her, gasping for breath. His cock slowly softened and his breath came back. He felt a familiar pressure inside and continued to lay atop her as piss came out of his cock.
It was a good long piss, and he sighed happily as he poured it into the teenager's reamed out asshole. Finally he pulled out and yawned. He crawled forward, gripped a thick mass of her hair and wiped his cock off. Then he got up and yawned again, then, after kicking her once in the side, he went upstairs and left her on the floor.
CHAPTER FIVE
He left the door open on purpose the next day. He stayed in the living room, one eye on the television, the other on the monitor that watched Amy's movements in the bomb shelter. Mostly she just stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but now and then she got up and moved around, examining the things he had there, or using the toilet.
Eventually she came to the steel door and noticed it wasn't closed tight. She stared at it for a long while, then turned away. She sat on the bed, looking nervous, for about ten minutes, then walked back to the door, pulled it open a couple of inches, then looked out and looked up the narrow stairwell.
He smiled.
Again she went back to the bed, looking like she was talking to herself. After another ten minutes or so she returned to the door and slipped through, disappearing out of his camera range. He grunted in disappointment.
He waited and waited. About ten minutes later he heard a gurgling scream and the lights flickered. He smiled again, then got up and went into the kitchen.
She lay beside the back door, trembling and shaking as she clutched her hand in under her arm.
"Did I forget to tell you the doorknob was electrified? Silly me," he sneered.
She looked up at him tearfully.
"Now where did you think you were going, slut dog?"
"Nowhere, Daddy," she whined.
"You were trying to leave me, now weren't you, slut?"
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"Yes, you were. You were trying to escape. You know you're not allowed to do that."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whined.
"Stop calling me Daddy," he snapped. "Call me ... master."
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
"Do you know why you should call me master?"
"No," she said in a small shaken voice.
"Because you are a slave. You're my slave. You belong to me. I own you. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"You are my property. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then what the fuck do you think you were doing trying to leave?" he snarled.
She shrank back, whimpering.
"Get back downstairs, whore!" he yelled.
"Yes, Master!" she squeaked, jumping to her feet and running for the stairs.
He followed her down the stairs to the basement, then down to the bomb shelter. She waited on her knees as he entered, eyes wide and frightened.
"You have to be punished, slut."
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, Master! I won't do it again! I promise! Please don't hurt me!"
"I like hurting you, slut. And where's your tail?"
"I ... I uh ... "she looked around frantically.
"That tail is to stay in there every minute I'm not fucking your asshole, you stinking slut!"
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet, dragging her across the room.
"Please, Master! I'm sorry, Master!"
"And why haven't you washed yourself, slut. You stink!"
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
"Not good enough, whore."
He led her to the corner, where a wooden beam stood upright on a heavy supporting platform. A second beam crossed it at the top, like the letter T. He turned her around and pushed her back against it, then pulled each wrist out and lay it along the top of the cross beam, locking it in place.
The beam was, not coincidentally, at exactly the right height for her arms to pull straight out to either side. He hummed as he moved behind it, then gripped her hair and coiled it together, braiding it loosely. He took a hook from a nearby shelf and wound it into her hair as he braided it then pulled her hair back.
She groaned as he kept pulling, forcing her face up to the ceiling, then back even further so her head was almost upside down. He fitted the hook in a slot in the back of the vertical pole and then moved away. Amy was stuck like that, pulled halfway back over the crossbeam.
Her legs were parted as she sought to balance herself and relief some of the pressure on her back and hair, but he shoved them tightly together. He took a strap that was nailed to the back of the vertical beam and wrapped it around her ankles, pinning them tight to the beam.
He smiled as he admired how beautiful she looked. Her breasts stuck up and out hard and round, the rings glistening. Her ribs stood out beneath them and her belly was a concave depression.
It looked so pretty he slammed his fist into her stomach. She grunted and moaned and shook. He smiled, eyes slightly mad. He went to a nearby cupboard and took out the riding crop, then a ping pong paddle. He went back to her.
He put down the crop and raised the paddle, then slapped it down hard on her right tit. There was a loud crack of noise, accompanied by a shrill howl of pain from Amy.
"I bet that hurt," he sniggered.
He slapped it down again, and again, and again, making her tit bounce and wobble and shake, turning it red. Amy screamed in agony each time the paddle struck, sobbing continuously between screams.
"You have to learn to obey and not try and escape, slut," he said.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
"Not as sorry as you will be."
He raised the paddle and slapped it down on her tit again, then again, then again and again and again and again. He paused briefly, then swung it again, this time on her other tit. More howls of pain rent the air, the sobbing grew even louder and more furious as he battered her rounded tit meat with the paddle.
After ten strokes he changed tits, cracking the paddle on the first one for another ten. Then he switched back to the other one.
"Are you sorry you tried to escape, slut?"
"Ye ... ye ... yeeeessssss!" she sobbed.
"Will you ever try to escape again?"
"Nooooooo ... ooooo ... ooooo!"
"You forgot to say master."
He slapped the paddle down on her tits for five more strikes each.
"Are you sorry, slut?"
"Yeeesss, Maasssteeeerrr!" she bawled.
"What are you?"
"A slaaaaveeee," she sobbed.
"Who owns you, slave?"
"Yo ... you do, Ma ... massssteeer," she sobbed.
"You don't sound sorry enough, slave," he sighed.
"I ammmm! Pleaseeee! Please, Massster!"
He put down the paddle and picked up the crop, sliding it between his fingers, then he slashed it through the air, interrupting her blubbering pleas.
"Please, Massteer! PleeeAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHhhhh!!!"
He smiled as he watched body thrash and shake and quiver. An angry white line split the angry red orb in two. He raised the crop and slashed it down again, making an X. He slashed it down again and again and again on the poor, wounded tit, making her shriek and howl and wail in mindless horrific pain.
After ten slashes he transferred his attention to her other melon. Her screams had started to diminish slightly but picked up again as he changed tits. He whipped that one twenty times, then turned back to the first.
She screamed continuously, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, sometimes begging, screaming for mercy, promising him eternal obedience. He ignored her.
"Ready to obey, slut?"
She continued sobbing.
"I asked you a question. If you don't want to answer I'll just start again."
"Pleeeaaaassseeee," she sobbed.
"Are you ready to obey?"
"Yesssss, Maaaaaaaaasstteerrrr," she sobbed.
"Well, I was going to get the electric clips and attach them to your tits and clitty again. But we'll see if you can obey without that."
He moved behind her and pulled the hook out of the slot, pulling her head back upright. It swayed dizzily. He kissed her on the mouth, then on the cheek. "We'll see if you can obey without that, slut."
"I ca ... ca ... cannnn," she whimpered.
He undid the belt, freeing her legs, then unclipped her wrist cuffs and helped her away from the beam. She tried to clutch her titties but cried out in pain as soon as her fingers touched the beet red melons.
"Get down on all fours," he ordered. She slid down onto her knees, then fell forward onto her hands. Tears still trickled off her face and she whimpered in pain.
"Now, I'm not through punishing you, slut. But, if you're obedient, the rest of it won't be too much. It will hurt, but if you don't obey me," He hardened his voice "It will hurt ten times more, at least. I'll put your back on the beam and whip your tits another fifty times each, then put the electric shocks to you, then whip your back and your face! Understand!"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"I've even thought about blinding you to make sure you can't escape. You want that?"
"No, Master! Please, Master!"
"You better obey then."
"I will! I will!"
"Then stay right there. I'm going to whip your ass. Every time I hit you I want you to say thank you, Master, understand?"
"Ye ... yes, Master," she gulped.
"And if you move away I'll tie you down and you'll get just what you deserve for being disobedient."
He slashed the crop down on her cupcake ass and she howled in pain. "Tha ... thank you, Master!" she cried. Again it slashed down. Again she screamed in pain.
"Thank you, Master!" she cried.
The crop lashed her ass again. "Thank you, Master!" she howled.
Again it slashed into her buttocks. "Thank you, Master," she sobbed.
Again and again it slashed across her buttocks. She didn't try to move or protect her fiercely burning ass cheeks, staying firmly in place as she sobbed and thanked him for each stroke.
"All right, slut. Not bad. Get up and lay on the bed."
Sobbing, she staggered to her feet and fell forward onto the bed. She cried out at the pain as her tits were crushed against her. He slashed the crop across her ass.
"Thank you, Master," She sobbed out.
"I want you on your ass, you dumb slut!" he yelled.
She moaned and rolled over, crying out at the pain to her ass now.
"I want you to pull your legs back, slut. I want you to pull your feet up behind your head and hold them there with your arms."
She groaned in misery as she pulled her legs up and back. She pinned them to her chest, then struggled weakly to get first one, then the other up behind her head.
"Hurry up," he snapped.
Terrified, she forced her ankles behind her head, ignoring the pain as she stretched and pulled at ligaments and muscles. He nodded and smiled as he saw her winking asshole and gaping cunt maw. They were completely open and vulnerable.
"Now I'm going to whip your cunt," he said.
She panted and blinked in disbelief.
"If you hold still it won't be more than a few times. If you try and close your legs or protect yourself I'll whip your cunt a hundred times, then your tits, then I'll hook you up to the zapper again. Understand?"
"Please don't, Master," she pleaded.
"Get ready, slut."
She braced herself, hyperventilating as she watched and waited in terror. He held the crop up high, ready, torturing her with anxiety and anticipation.
"Ahh, maybe I won't," he said, lowering his arm a bit. Then, as hope sparked in her eyes he slashed it down directly into her bald cunt slit.
The scream was so loud he scrunched up his face and shook his head. Amy rocked back and forth, howling in agony as she clutched the backs of her knees tightly, keeping her legs up and open.
He slashed the crop down on her cunt again. She shrieked madly. Again he slashed it down on her cunt, then again, then again. Each time it struck with a sickening thwack and her howling scream echoed around the room a split second later.
"All right. I forgive you. Come and lick my feet," he said, putting down the crop.
She sobbed furiously, slowly pulling herself apart, rolling onto her side, then sliding down off the bed and onto the floor. She crawled forward on her belly and gripped his ankle in shaking hands, then kissed it repeatedly. She licked her tongue down against his toes and in between as he watched benignly.
"Suck my cock, bitch," he said nicely.
She crawled up his legs and sucked on his cock, whimpering like a dog as her tongue moved over it. Her eyes were wide and her face wet with tears. She suckled desperately, eager to please.
He came and she swallowed it down, then he shoved her back and moved away. He went upstairs and closed the door behind him.
* * *
He returned some time later. Amy whimpered and crawled off the bed and onto the floor.
"You smell, bitch."
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
He slapped her face hard, throwing her back onto the floor on her back, then kicked her in the cunt.
"Master! You say master after everything! Do you want another whipping, you stupid ignorant fuck pad?!"
"I'm sorry ... sorry," she sobbed. I'm sorry, master."
"Come with me, slut pad, and stay on the floor. From now on you crawl wherever you have to go. Human beings walk. Slut dogs crawl on all fours. Understand, twat?"
"Yes, Master," she gulped, rubbing her pussy.
"Let's go."
He led her through a locked door to an equipment room. There was a generator there, along with a heater, air filtration system, water recycler, and other gear. The floor was concrete inside. Pipes and vents crossed the ceiling overhead.
He led her over beneath a thick pipe that crossed below the ceiling then told her to hold her hands out. He clipped her wrist bands together, then tied a rope around them. The rope was already across the pipe. He pulled on it until she was forced to raise herself to her feet.
Then he pulled her off her feet so she was hanging from her wrists, her toes trembling a few inches above the floor. He tied off the rope and went over to the corner, returning with a garden hose. He turned the nozzle and water sprayed out onto the hanging girl, soaking her.
He sprayed her up and down, then shoved the nozzle up her ass. She squealed and kicked her legs, but at a quick slap of his hand on her ass and a nasty order, she opened her legs and kept them open as he shot water up into her asshole, then shifted the hose and sprayed more water up into her cunt crack.
The water was cold, and when he turned it off she was trembling and shivering as she hung there. Her skin glistened wetly as the water dribbled down off her. He pulled over a pail and filled it with soapy water, then shoved his hand into a sponge-glove.
He got it all soapy then began to roughly clean her body, staring at her wrists, working his way down her arms to her armpits, then around in front to her breasts. She moaned and whimpered as he roughly scrubbed her bruised, wounded tit orbs, but did nothing to resist.
He soaped up her back and belly, then scrubbed her crotch and thighs and legs all the way down to her feet. He rubbed soapy into her hair and scrubbed it, then scrubbed her face. Finally he took a long brush, like a pipe cleaner, and shoved it up her cunt.
She cried out in pain, but clenched her teeth and kept her legs pulled wide as he shoved the pipe cleaner up her cunt tube and scrubbed the rough bristly brush back and forth inside her.
He snickered, then pulled it out again and forced it up her asshole. She moaned and bit her lip as he scrubbed her asshole. Then he put down the brushes, picked up the hose, and washed her down.
He was, she thought, washing her like she was a car or something, like she wasn't human but just a thing. Well, she supposed she was now. She was a slave, a whore slut slave.
She hung limp, dripping as he shoved the hose up her ass and sprayed water into her. She grunted and trembled, and slowly opened her legs without being asked, though it wasn't necessary. He pulled the hose out and shoved it into her cunt opening, shooting water up there.
Then he turned off the water. She hung limp again, her head down, not caring any more what he did to her as long as it didn't hurt too much.
He left her there for half an hour or so, then returned and let her down. He gave her a towel, a hair dryer, and a brush and told her to brush her hair nice so she'd look pretty.
When he returned an hour or so later she was dry, her hair brushed out carefully. She crawled off the bed and knelt before him on the floor, sitting back on her heels, hands at her sides.
"Hmmmm," he said. "What should I do with you, cunt?"
"Whatever you want, Master," she said dully.
"Should I butt-fuck you?"
"If you want to, Master."
He reached down and slid a finger into one of her nipple rings, tugging it hard enough to make her wince. He slid another finger into her nose ring and pulled that until her eyes began to fill with tears.
"You get too much rest, slut. You need to get more exercise."
"Yes, Master."
"Turn around, slut, and get on all fours."
"Yes, Master."
She turned and presented her ass to him and he kicked her in the cunt. She shot forward and tumbled onto her belly, moaning and choking as she gripped her sore pussy.
"I've already told you that unless my cock is up your asshole you should have the tail on!" he snapped. "Where is it?"
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Ma..Master," she gasped. "I forgot."
"Well, don't get it now you stupid fucking whore!" he snarled as she reached for it. "I'm just about to ass fuck you. Get back here."
"Yes, Master."
She got to her knees somehow, though she swayed even on all fours, and turned to show him her ass again. She tried to brace herself to be kicked in the cunt again, though there really wasn't any way to do that. "Reach back and pull your butt cheeks apart," he said, easing down onto his knees behind her. She obeyed and he pressed his cock against her anus.
He quickly stuffed it into her and sodomized her for five or so minutes before shooting his wad. Then he pulled out and made her suck and lick his cock clean. She didn't protest or resist.
"Okay, slut dog, come over here," he said. She crawled over to where he was standing and he motioned for her to stand.
"Raise your arms up high," he said.
She did and he clipped them together, then attached a small chain to them. The chain, along with others, hung from the ceiling, though she hadn't really paid a lot of attention to them before. This one and several others seemed too thin and small to be used for anything painful. Certainly they couldn't lift her off the ground.
He reached high and pulled down another small thin chain, and as pressure pulled on her wrists she realized it was the other end of the same chain. He pulled the chain taut, forcing her arms up and backwards, then pulled the other end straight down over her head.
The chain was pulling her uncomfortably backwards, and she wanted to step back a step or two, but he held her in place as he fiddled with the chain. "Tilt your head back," he ordered.
She did so, and he gripped her hair, forcing it back still further. Then, to her shock he slid the other end of the chain through her nose ring and pulled it tight. Her eyes teared a little as the nose ring was pulled up hard.
He tied the little chain off above her and moved away. Amy was stuck tightly in place. She couldn't move out from under the chain or it would tear her nose. She couldn't even move her head forward again, but had to keep it pulled back hard with her nose pointed up to the ceiling.
She couldn't see him as he moved behind her, but felt his hands at her pussy lips, then felt pressure pulling on the little ring there, tight pressure, sharp aching pressure that pulled her cunt lips down and back. She tried to ease her ass a little back to soften the tension, and it seemed to work a bit.
He moved around in front of her again, and she felt his hands, then other chains at her nipple rings. Soon pressure was pulling the rings out and up, stretching her nipples out, pulling at her breast meat as she groaned and whimpered in pain.
The chains tugged until her nipples felt ready to tear and her breasts, normally so round and firm, were pulled into tight, narrow cones pointed up and to either side. Then he locked the chains in place.
As a final touch he produced two more rings, holding them over her head so she could see them. He attached them to her ears, then slid chains through each so they pulled out tight to both sides, tearing at her ears.
Then, with her in a terribly awkward position, her cunt pulled backwards and down, her tits pulled up and forward, her nose pulling her up and her earrings pulling her down and to either side, he patted her ass and left, saying. "So long, slut. I'll be back tomorrow."
"NOoo! Please, Master!" she cried. "Don't ... don't leave me like this! Please, Master!"
"Have fun, whore."
He slammed the door and left her like that. She moaned and trembled. She couldn't move at all without causing sharp, tearing pains somewhere. She knew the chain attached to her wrists wasn't nearly strong enough to hold her, that she could snap it easily, but bringing any real pressure on it tore at her nose horribly.
As the minutes dragged on she was sure her nipples were ready to tear off, but any slight movement forward to ease the strain on them tugged her cunt lips against the chain in the ring there, and that hurt more than anything else.
She was having trouble keeping her balance too. She hadn't eaten any food in days and was weak from the hunger and the many beatings she'd received. Her legs shook and trembled, and she thought with terror, about how agonizing it would be if she fell, or even lurched to one side.
She could tear both her nipples off! She could rip her cunt open, tear open her nose, her ears. She had to stand still ... somehow. Until tomorrow? How long was that? What time was it now? Was it morning? Noon? Evening? Late at night? Early in the morning?
She thought about her parents and wondered if they thought she was dead, wondered if anyone was looking for her, if anyone cared.
Probably not, she thought miserably. She was just a cheap slut. Who would care? It was all her fault, she knew. She recalled how pleased she had been with her lush young body, and how excited she knew the boys were just to look at her in her tight pants.
She started to cry, the tears trickling down the sides of her face and falling to the floor below her.
CHAPTER SIX
She was trembling violently by the time he returned. It wasn't the next day as he'd said but only about an hour later. Still, it was almost too much for her weakened body to stand.
"Want me to let you lose, slut?"
"Yesss! Yes, please, Master!" she gasped.
"Well, we'll see," he said. He ran a hand over her taut, conical breast, admiring how firm and tight the skin was, then slid his hand down between her legs and stroked her clitty with his fingers.
He stepped in front of her and cupped both breasts, then licked at her nipples before sliding down onto his knees in front of her. Her legs were already open since he'd positioned her like that, and now he pressed his thumbs into the sides of her pussy and opened it up, ignoring her whimper as he stared at her pink flesh.
He pushed his tongue into her snatch and began a careful, steady lapping up and down her cunt cleft. He concentrated on the top of her slit, where her clitty was and began to gently suck and lick at it.
Amy was very confused. He'd never done anything nice to her before, yet here he was licking at her pussy and it was undeniably nice. Well, it didn't hurt, and his tongue did kind of feel ... nice against her clitty. It would have felt better if the ring wasn't pulling her pussy lips down and back.
Still, she didn't dare complain as he licked, then alternately sucked and blew on her clitty. He blew a stream of warm air against her clit, tilting his head back and forth to slide the air caressingly against her clitty.
He slid his lips against it and sucked while working his tongue against it. Amy moaned, then gasped in pain as her hips started to automatically hump forward.
Her head was numbed and dazed from the horrible, shocking treatment she had received since her capture, the days of hunger and terror and pain and misery, and she could no longer think straight or control herself. Her only overriding need was to obey him in everything so he wouldn't hurt her.
So as he licked at her pussy she felt no anger, no outrage, no embarrassment. Those things had been driven out of her. All she felt was a casual acceptance and a curiosity as he licked at her snatch. She'd never had her snatch licked before, after all, and since it didn't hurt she was glad to see him doing it.
In fact, as he continued she realized it was feeling nicer and nicer down there. Her pussy was heating up, but not with pain this time. She whimpered a lot, her heart pounding faster as her blood sped up. She was so unused to pleasure by now that she kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, for him to hurt her.
But he didn't. He kept licking at her slit. He eased a finger up into her pussy and pumped it in and out slowly as he licked and licked at her clitty, and her groin began to hum and throb with sexual excitement. Again she gasped in pain as her hips tried to push towards him.
His thumbs dug into her cunt and pulled it wide, then he fastened his mouth on the upper part of her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, munching lightly with his lips and teeth. She grunted and moaned, her eyes closing as the pleasure rocketed through her.
"OUUHhhhhhhhhhhhh! UhhhhhnnnnnggghghhhH!" she groaned, her body heaving with sexual heat. It ripped up and down her pussy tunnel and blasted through her guts, sending her mind soaring and dipping and bouncing on a powerful hurricane force wind of pleasure.
Ecstasy echoed through her, filling her to the brim and making her skin crackle with power. She shuddered and trembled, jerking her hips against him helplessly, heedless of the pain as the ring tugged at her pussy lips. The pain actually seemed to increase the pleasure, and she consciously humped forward now, crying out each time the ring snapped her cunt lips, crying out with pain and pleasure both.
She sagged, almost falling, but he caught her, standing up and removing the chain from her nose, then her tits, then reaching down and unclipping the chain from her pussy lips. He removed the final chain from her wrist bands and undid them.
She collapsed into his arms in gratitude, moaning softly. He clutched her to him, his hands moving onto her ass, squeezing them as he hugged her against him. He lifted her up and her legs went around him as he carried her over to the bed and set her down.
He came down atop her and smiled. She smiled back tentatively, blinking her eyes. She didn't know why he was being nice to her but desperately wanted it to continue.
He kissed her and she kissed back eagerly. His hands stroked her breasts, and even though they ached from his whipping of the other day, she didn't protest. He slipped the rings out of her nipples and sucked each nipple in turn, gently, his tongue caressing them.
His mouth felt so good on her tormented nipples, that when he shifted his face downward she sighed in disappointment. He tongued his way down her belly and in between her legs. She spread them wide as he began to lick and suck at her pussy again.
She didn't dare put her hands down on him, keeping them by her side as his tongue raised a fever between her legs. Soon she was humping up weakly, again, not daring to hump or do anything strongly. The pleasure rose higher and higher inside her until suddenly ... he stopped.
She moaned in dismay, but he quickly slid up her body and pushed his cock against her slit. He slid it into her and she groaned, drawing her knees back as he began to fuck her.
He fucked steadily, making sure his cock rasped across her clitty as he pumped it to her. Her arms went around him and she kissed him as he fucked harder. His tongue and hers slid together in her mouth and her hands clutched his ass cheeks as she threw her legs around him and began to drive her cunt up onto his cock.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Ohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Master! Master! OH, Master!" she cried, gasping for breath as his cock sawed across her clit and drove her mad with pleasure.
Mad she truly was, or next to it. After so much pain and agony, so much misery and terror, and all his horrible, cruel, vicious words, the dazed teenager was deliriously glad for any kind treatment, ecstatic at any sign of favor, at any pleasure given her.
She felt like it was a dream, that soon it would end and he would whip and beat and kick her again. She closed her eyes and shuddered as pleasure howled through her body. She rammed her cunt up onto his tool, whimpering from the pain in her beaten cunt and tits, but too glad to care.
She came, grunting and moaning, pressing her face into his shoulder as she shook and convulsions racked her slender frame. His cock pumped faster inside her and she gasped in delight as his cum poured into her furnace box, mixing with her own cunt juices.
Her ass humped up desperately and she cried out again, her pleasure mounting still higher. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, then went limp, panting for breath.
He lay atop her for long minutes, stroking her hair and face, licking and kissing her, caressing her body.
"Are you a good girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said eagerly.
"Does the slave slut want something to eat?"
"Yes, please, Master," she gulped, hearing her stomach rumbling at once at the mere mention of food.
"What would you like?"
"Uhmm, uhmmm, a hamburg?" she asked, cautiously, afraid he would be angry at her.
"Only one?"
"Two?" she gulped.
"How about a milkshake?"
"Oh yesss, Maassteeer," she moaned.
"You're not going to be bad again are you?"
"No! Oh no, Master! I'm a good girl! I'll be a good girl!"
"Okay then. I'll get you a couple of burgers and a milkshake."
He rose and climbed the stairs. Amy stared after him in shock, stunned at her good luck. It never even occurred to her that a few short days ago a couple of lousy burgers and a milkshake might make up for days of torture, but as he returned and the aroma of hamburger wafted down to her she felt something akin to love for him.
She crawled out of bed, bouncing over to him like an eager puppy. He laughed and patted her head, then put the first hamburger in her hands as she sat on the floor. She tore off a big chunk and gulped it down whole.
"Not so fast. You'll get sick," he said. He took the burger away and tore off a small piece, then held it out to her in his hand. She licked it off and chewed it carefully.
He sat on a chair, tearing off small pieces of burger and letting her lick them out of his hand one by one. It never occurred to her that what she was doing was incredibly degrading and humiliating. She had no shred of pride left, no will power, no anything but desperation to please him so he wouldn't be angry again, and an equal desperation to eat at long last.
* * *
He'd broken her, he knew. Not that he took great pride in that. Teenage girls were about the weakest group of human being there was. Their minds were as soft and pliable as their bodies. As a rule they had little self-confidence, and a terrible aversion to violence of any sort.
Telling her how worthless she was as often as he had probably made her believe it by now. Besides, pain was a wonderful vKD. Humans never seemed to realize how wonderful it was to be pain free until after they'd experienced a long bout of agony. Then it was a heady thing indeed.
Then too, with teenage girls, there was the simple comfort of a kind word. His screaming insults and brutal treatment since he'd caught her probably made his kindness now seem wonderful to her. A few days ago she would have spit at him rather than eat out of his hand like a dog, now her eyes glowed with devotion.
Stupid slut, he thought. He could probably give her a knife and tell her to cut her belly open and have her do just that.
Not that he would. That would be a criminal waste. He had no intention of causing any permanent damage to such fine, soft, pussy meat.
Still, his sadistic mature kept urging him to hit her, to shock her by beating the crap out of her. He wouldn't, though, not so long as she obeyed. He had her exactly as he wanted now, well, almost exactly. A few more days of this and she'd be as devoted to him as a good dog, willing to give up her life for him.
It wasn't brainwashing exactly, but it wasn't far from it. Teenage girls had such weak minds, he sighed happily, so easy to bend and twist.
* * *
He opened the door and strolled inside. Amy jumped eagerly off the bed and crawled over to him on all fours. She licked at his bare toes as he stood before her.
"Hello, Master," she squealed, smiling up brightly. "Have you come to fuck me?"
"Should I, whore?"
"Yes please, Master. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm not worth anything else. You should fuck me hard, Master."
"You're right, bitch. Maybe I will. Now turn around and stick your ass up."
"Yes, Master," she said, turning quickly around, spreading her legs and raising her ass. He dropped to his knees behind her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her bald, puffy cunt crack, his other hand stroking and squeezing her soft ass flesh.
A few days of discipline and then a couple more of kind words had done wonders for the little slut, he thought, pressing his cock harder, easing it in through her cunt lips and then sliding it deep into her pussy tunnel. His hands clutched her hips as he began to fuck her.
"Oohhhhhh," she sighed, pulling her head up and back as she clenched her cunt muscles and worked herself back against him. "OOhhh Yesssssss! Fuck me, Master!" she groaned, humping back steadily.
His hands slid up onto her shoulders and locked there as he pumped into her. She whimpered happily, jerking her ass from side to side, then humping back and forth, working her snatch over his pumping dick as she groaned in pleasure.
He reached a hand under her and pressed his finger against her clit, pushing it back against his sawing cock. She squealed happily, grunting as his cockhead thumped against her cervix.
"Like that, slut?" he gasped.
"Ohhhh yess, Master! Oh Master! I love you, Master! I love your cock!"
"Work that snatch box, slut," he grunted, pumping harder.
"Yes, Master! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me harder!"
He pounded his hips into her upturned buttocks, his cock spiking deep into her guts on each thrust. His free hand slid under her chest and mashed her tit as she humped back in delirious pleasure.
She panted and groaned as his cock drove into her, a raw, mindless sexual animal, built for sex, now with no thought but sex.
"Slap my ass, Master!" she begged. "Slap Amy's ass for her!"
He cursed and did, his hand cracking down on her buttocks as she cried out in pleasure. He slapped her again and again, beating her like he would a horse, urging her to more and greater speed as he rode her.
"Uhhhngg! Cunt! Dirty slut cunt! Take my cock, you whore! Suck it down into your guts! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh" he gasped.
"Rape my cunt, Master! Ohhhh! Fuck me hard! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Unnghhh!"
His cock blasted out a massive wad of sperm that soaked her cervix. Amy cried out in pleasure and came with him as his cock spat thick creamy sperm into her belly. Her pussy snapped and bit and chewed on his pecker as she came, sucking the juice right out of his balls.
"Oohohhhhhhh," he moaned.
"Uhnnnnnnnnggg," she sighed, her head rolling slowly as the orgasm slid past her and left her in its wake.
* * *
He drove out of town to mail his latest package. It consisted of another video tape of Amy jerking off, this time without any acting on her part, and pictures she'd obviously posed for, pictures of her smiling, naked, playing with herself, using dildos and vibrators on her pussy and asshole, pictures he was sure her parents would love.
He also went scouting for new talent. He wasn't nearly ready to get rid of Amy, but didn't intend to hold her forever. She wouldn't want to leave, of course, would probably scream and cry in misery when he dumped her off, but she'd get over it.
He would be much more careful on his next grab, though. In fact, he'd probably use Amy to lure the girl to his van. Other girls wouldn't be wary of her like they would be of him. He'd have Amy get her to the van and he'd pull her inside.
Who would it be, he wondered, watching the distant school. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted, certainly a beauty, with a great body, but there were a lot of them. The one he picked would be special.
He was so busy watching the high school kids that he almost missed the girl getting off the bus. He only noticed her by accident. He trained the glasses on her and gasped in amazement. What a beauty!
She was older, a college girl from the bag on her shoulder. She had long brown hair, as soft and shiny as the finest silk. It hung half-way down her back and was parted over her eyes in loose bangs.
She had a small, heart shaped face, with a delicate looking chin and a tiny snub nose. Her eyes were large for her face, and very brown. She had what looked like huge rounded tits, though it was a bit hard to tell in her preppy type outfit.
She didn't look like the strong willed, feminist type. He bet she was an arts student, maybe studying English or something. She probably wasn't a virgin at her age, especially not with those teats, but he could get lucky.
Her mouth was so dainty and small, yet her lips so full, that his cock hardened as he imagined those lips wrapped around his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," he whispered.
He followed her home, admiring her tight little ass inside her pants.
She lived in a private home. He sat down the street and watched it for hours, then drove home. Next day he was back early enough to watch her leave, following her to the bus, then following the bus to the university, he parked quickly and followed her into a building, then down a corridor.
He walked past the room she walked into and waited down the hall. When the corridor was quiet he moved back and checked the schedule next to the door. The class inside was ... political science.
He chortled at the thought. Did she imagine she had a life in politics? Her? She was built to be fucked, not to be a leader. The only people who would follow her were the guys who wanted to watch her ass moving.
Well, it was an arts class. He still couldn't help smiling at the thought of her sternly discussing marxism and other political theories.
Oh pleeeasse, he snickered.
She was harder to study than Amy. Her classes didn't start at the same time every day, and didn't finish at the same time. After three days he had to go home to check on Amy. He'd left her with enough food and water for a week, along with porno videos, porno magazines, porno books, and a couple of vibrators with plenty of batteries.
Still, when he got down to the bomb shelter and opened the door she squealed in joy and almost got to her feet. She remembered at the last second, almost falling on her face, then crawling hurriedly over to him. She rose and flung her arms around his legs as she hugged him to her.
"Oh, Master! I missed you so much! I haven't been fucked in days and days!"
"I left you your vibrators and dildos," he smiled, stroking her hair.
"But it isn't as goood," she whined, rubbing her face against his crotch.
"Fuck Amy, Master? Please fuck Amy!"
"Weelllll," he said with a smile.
She squealed again and opened his pants, taking his cock out and slipping her lips around it. She sucked it erect in seconds, then took it right down her throat in a single gulp.
She pumped her lips up and down his shaft, fucking her own throat on it. He groaned in pleasure at the feel of her throat squeezing his cockshaft. She sucked him for long seconds, fucking his cock with her throat for almost a full minute.
Then she pulled herself free, gasping for breath as she whirled and showed him her ass, bending over and spreading her legs wide open.
He eased down behind her and pressed his cock against her snatch, then thrust in hard. She squealed again, humping back desperately, grunting and moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he started fucking her.
"Oohhh! oohhhh! Yesss! Fuck Amy! Fuck Amy! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her dirty cunt, Master!"
His thighs slapped against her round ass flesh as he drove his cock into her moist little cunt crack again and again. She ground her ass in slow circles, humping back at him as she whined and mewled like a bitch in heat.
He reached beneath her and cupped her swaying breasts, closing his hands and mashing the soft flesh up against her rib cage. She grunted in pleasure, her head rolling as she panted for breath. His hands roamed her soft young body, kneading and squeezing her as he pumped his fuck tool into her hot, tight depths.
She wrenched her head back, face red, gasping as the heat engulfed her body, squeezing down around her mind like a fist.
He thumbed her nipples, crushing them, twisting them in circles. She whimpered and shook her chest from side to side even as she jammed her cunt back on his hard pole of flesh. The air hissed out between her clenched teeth and she shuddered as a ring of fire sizzled up and down her body and seared her very soul.
She drove her ass back against him desperately, gasping and grunting, eyes wide, bulging with stunned pleasure as her cunt sleave hissed back and forth on his fuck-meat.
His cock rammed up her slit, and as the cum blasted through her mind she lost her balance falling forward. He rode her into the floor, clutching at her writhing, wriggling body to hold her against him. She twisted to one side, mindless with ecstasy as it tore through her fractured skull.
He cursed savagely, gripping her thin leg and shoving it up high and back against her. He buried his cock in her belly as his hands groped for a hold on her. His chest leaned forward, crushing her upper leg back. His hands seized her shoulders from opposite sides of her body and he hammered his loins into her splayed open crotch.
Amy's head bounced from side to side. She felt the tiny grains of dirt against her hip and side as her body was ground back and forth on the floor. She grabbed her head, her hand a claw, screaming as she arched her back violently, her body shaking and quivering in violent sexual convulsions.
He was half atop her, crushing her upper leg back almost to her shoulder as he put his weight on it. He gripped her bouncing tit and mashed it savagely as he pounded down into her crotch slit. He felt her spasming cunt sucking at his prong, trying to draw his cream out.
He fought it, riding her with furious strokes, his ass rising and falling as he stabbed his cock into her burning fuck box. He tore at her tit as he jerked her back to meet his thrusts, and she cried out in pain.
Amy fell out of one cum and right into another, fire racing through her nervous system, pandemonium gripping her mind. The climax churned her belly to a heaving, feverish mass of limpid jelly as her muscles spasmed.
He snarled as he came, his cock fire-hosing liquid heat into her belly, spraying it against her silky pink hole, sluicing down into her womb as his cock pistoned and pumped and his hips battered her thighs and crotch.
He gasped and eased off, tumbling aside onto his back on the floor beside her. Amy groaned weakly, her leg flopping to the ground. She curled inwards, her hands going down to her crotch and squeezing as she humped against them, eyes closed.
"Little slut," he sighed.
"Soo gooood," she whined.
"Gonna have to get you something else to play with, maybe a friend."
CHAPTER SEVEN
He studied the girl some more, this time with Amy along for the ride. He didn't think he'd have much trouble with the blonde girl but wasn't taking any chances. He kept her tightly bound at all times.
She was handy to have along, especially when he was staking out the girl's house. She sucked him off while in the back of the van, and, for idle sport, he held her on his lap while he watched the house, fingering her to orgasm after orgasm.
She was eager as a puppy, to be outside, pressing her wide-eyed face against the windows until he forced her back. He didn't see any thoughts of escape on her face, and for her, hiding her thoughts would have been nearly impossible.
He was sure that, had he stripped her naked, put a leash on her collar, and opened the door, she would happily trot down the sidewalk on all fours, not even considering that others might be shocked or upset by the sight of her.
"Slut dog," he said.
"Yes, Master," she sighed happily.
"There she is. Look." He held the binoculars up to Amy's eyes and she took them and gazed on the brunette.
"She's very pretty, Master."
"She's going to be your friend."
"That's nice."
"She can suck your cunt all day and you can suck hers."
"Oh good! I'd like to have someone to play with."
"She's a bad girl, though."
"She is?" Amy's face fell.
"Don't worry. You were a bad girl once. We'll teach her to be a nice girl."
"Yeah! We can do that, Master!"
"You bet your pretty little ass."
The girl walked to the bus stop and waited. He fought the urge to take her right there. Instead he followed the bus to her school.
"When is she going to come and be with me?"
"When the time is right." He tugged at her nipple rings and she giggled happily.
* * *
"Excuse me?"
Laurie turned and gazed at the girl.
"Could you help me please?"
"What is it?"
"My little sister is hurt. We were playing hide and seek. She caught her foot in between these hedges and I can't get it out." The girl seemed desperate. Laurie put down her back and hurried over to the hedge. A van sat opposite it but she took little notice.
"Where is she?" She asked. The girl was younger, a flighty looking blonde, and seemed on the verge of panic.
"Right here." She took Laurie's arm and pulled her towards the hedge, pointing. Laurie looked in but saw nothing. She heard a sound behind her and turned just in time to see a man there. Before she could react something hit her like a bolt of lightning, blasting her nervous system into a shattered mass of snapping, crackling heat.
Jack grinned at the look on the girl's face. He shoved the stun gun back into his jacket pocket as the girl collapsed against him. Amy hurried around and opened the van door as he carried the brunette to the van and tossed her in.
He and Amy climbed in after. He slid into the driver's seat and started the engine while Amy quickly handcuffed the girl's hands behind her back and pushed the ball-gag into her mouth to silence her moans.
The girl regained her senses before long and looked up fearfully. Amy patted her face and smiled.
"You and me are going to be friends," she said enthusiastically.
Laurie tried to raise herself to a sitting position but Amy pushed her firmly back.
"You have to lay there until Master says you can move," she said. "You're a bad girl. Master is going to make you a good girl like me. See what he gave me for being good?"
Laurie's fears grew even greater when the blonde girl opened her shirt and displayed her naked breasts. There were gold rings in each nipple, and fading bruises on the rest of the rounded orbs. She whimpered and turned her head away.
After a couple of hours on the road Jack ordered Amy to blindfold the girl, then herself. She obeyed immediately. He reached his neighbourhood and then his house, pointing the garage door opener at it.
He drove inside and closed the door, then turned off the ignition and turned around with a smile. He moved back and opened the side door, then helped Amy out and ordered her to stand still. He pulled the other girl, who stumbled but did not resist, then led both blindfolded girls into the house by the arms.
He removed their blinds only when they were back in the bomb shelter. Amy smiled happily. The other girl looked around in terror. He turned her around and glared at her.
"Now listen to me. Are you listening?" he shook her and glared angrily. She nodded her head.
"I'm going to take off your gag. We're two levels below the ground here. There's nobody else in the building and the door is solid steel and locked. You understand? Nobody will hear you scream. And you can't get away."
"You will do exactly, precisely what I tell you or I will beat the living shit out of you." He snarled angrily to scare her and shook her again.
"You will say nothing. Nothing! Unless I ask you a question. Then you will answer it politely and completely. Understand!?" He slapped her face lightly and she nodded her head frantically.
"I'm sure you'll have to be punished anyway, but don't say I didn't warn you."
He reached behind her and unsnapped the gag, then pulled it out of her mouth. She swallowed several times, gasping for breath, but said nothing.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Laurie. Laurie Meyer."
"Are you a virgin?"
She blinked in surprise, then turned red.
"I asked you a question!" He snapped.
"No," she said in a small voice.
"Slut. Dirty stinking little whore!" he snarled.
She cringed in fear, eyes blinking back tears.
"I'm going to undo your cuffs. When I do you will remove your clothing. Understand? Amy, get your clothes off too."
"Yes, Master," she said, subdued.
She began to strip immediately. Laurie looked at her then at Jack, horrified.
"There's nothing you can do to resist me, slut," he said. "You try and it'll hurt ... bad."
He twisted her roughly around then unlocked the handcuffs before spinning her back again. He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest.
"Strip," he ordered.
"Please, I ... "
His hand lashed out and slapped across her face, throwing her back against the wall. She bounced off it and fell to the floor, crying. He paved over, grabbed her hair and dragged her screaming to her feet, then flung her back against the wall again.
"I told you not to speak! Didn't I!? didn't I!?"
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
"Now strip!"
She quickly undid her jacket, then her trembling hands pulled at the buttons of her blouse. He glared, then reached forward, took the blouse and tore it open, she yelped and staggered back fearfully, but pulled the shirt out of her pants and off.
She kicked off her shoes, then reached to her belt, undoing it, then unsnapping and unzipping her pants. She bent and shoved them down then stepped out of them. She stood up and halted motionless for a moment in her underwear, then as he glared, she undid her bra and took it off, whimpering and sniffling.
She slipped her fingers into her panties and half turned to slip them down her legs and off. She stood up again, her arms in front of her, her hands cupping her pussy.
"Put your hands at your sides, you filthy slut!" he roared.
She cried out in fear, then pulled her arms and hands away.
"Stand up straight, bitch! Straighten that back, throw your chest out."
She did, trembling and whimpering as he inspected her.
"Nice melons there," he said. "Doesn't she have nice melons, Amy?"
"Yes, Master," Amy said, naked herself now.
He stepped forward and Laurie backed up a pace. He cupped her full rounded breasts, his hands stroking the undersides.
"What's your bra size, slut?"
"Thi ... thirty-six-D," she whimpered.
"Look bigger. Must be cause you're so small."
He sunk his hands into her tit flesh, squeezing them upwards as he bent and sucked on a nipple. Laurie trembled even more but didn't dare move. He trailed his tongue and lips over her fat melons, his fingers working constantly, then sighed and stepped back.
"Amy, suck her cunt."
"Yes, Master," Amy said. She moved forward and dropped to her knees in front of Laurie, crawling up and pushing her face into her crotch.
"No! Get away!" she cried, shoving her back and backing into the corner.
"I gave her an order, slut! I don't expect you to countermand it!" Jack snarled. "You stupid fucking whore bitch!"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the corner. He pulled her arm up behind her back and slid his other hand into her hair, jerking her head back, making her scream in pain and fear. He arched her back as Amy crawled in between her legs again.
"Suck her good and wet, Amy. I'm gonna fuck this bitch good and hard."
"Yes, Master," Amy said fearfully. She didn't like it when Master was mad.
She pushed her tongue into the girl's snatch. She'd never sucked a pussy before, but had been watching the girls in the porno movies do it for days now and thought she knew how. Besides, Master had sucked her off and she knew how he did it.
Laurie whimpered and sobbed as Amy pried her pussy lips open and began to slide her tongue up and down her snatch. She knew she was going to be raped, and probably worse, so even though she was mortified at being like this, at having the girl lick her, she was more terrified than anything else.
Amy tongued her clitty, and sucked it into her mouth. She pushed her tongue up into Laurie's fuck tunnel, then sucked on her fingers and pushed those inside her, pumping them in and out as she sucked her clitty.
Of course it didn't turn Laurie on one little bit. She was terrorized, revolted, humiliated and wanted nothing more than to get away. It did wetten her cunt though, if only with Amy's saliva.
Jack pulled Laurie's hair, jerking her head back towards him harshly. "You pay attention to what she's doing, you cheap slut whore cunt!" he snarled. "You're going to be doing it to her in another minute and you better be good. You better be reeeeal good."
Laurie's mind scrambled frantically but there seemed no way out, no way to oppose or resist him. He seemed like a cruel, horrible man and the slaps she had already gotten had shocked her to the core of her being.
So despite how disgusted and mortified she was she tried to pay attention to what the girl was doing at her crotch. It nauseated her, and she tried not to think about having to push her own tongue against the blonde's snatch.
"Enough! Get down on all fours, whore!"
She was dazed, on the verge of hyperventilating because she was panting so fast. He dragged her away from Amy by the hair and forced her onto all fours as he stood beside her.
"This is the way a bitch slut dog gets fucked, whore. You'll stay on all fours from now on like the bitch in heat you are. Now spread those legs and show me your cunt crack!"
She was stunned by the level of embarrassment, and could hardly move but when he slapped her ass she spread her legs, moaning and whimpering. He eased down to his knees behind her and took out his cock, rubbing it up and down against her slit.
"We'll have to cut this cunt hair off later," he said. He pressed his cock against her crack and eased it inside. She was tight, but saliva eased the way as he forced his cock deep into her pussy channel.
"There, slut, you've got a twat full of cock meat. Are you happy?" He slapped her head. "Are you happy?"
"Ye ... Yes!" she sobbed.
"Jerk your ass back then, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how grateful you are that I put my nice cock in your dirty, slutty, whore cunt-hole!"
She pushed back then jerked forward, grunting with the pain in her cunt, for even though there was a lot of saliva there she was still much drier than she would be if she'd been excited. Besides which her muscles were tense and clenched.
He began to fuck her while she moved, increasing the power of his strokes. She winced and groaned but didn't stop moving, terrified of this awful man. She'd been afraid of rape for so long, yet had never imagined it could be as miserable, as horrible, as frightening and humiliating as this.
She tried to ignore the blonde who watched avidly, adding to her humiliation. What on earth was she doing this for? What kind of sick girl was she anyway?
The cock raped back and forth inside her snatch, moving faster and faster and faster as the man fucked harder. His thighs smashed into her buttocks with painful force, but she did not complain.
Then he grunted, clutched her tight against him and spat cock juice into her belly. The realization made her almost physically ill. She tried not to think of his sperm swimming up into her unprotected womb.
"Okay, slut, now you can lick Amy to a cum. After that I'll fuck you, then you can suck me off then maybe lick her off again.
"Amy, get your ass on the bed. This whore is going to suck you off."
Amy scrambled away, crawling over to the bed and climbing in. Jack led Laurie over too and pushed her into the bed. Amy lay on her back, her legs spread wide as Laurie crawled in between her legs. Jack stood right behind her, watching.
"First, lay down on top of her," he said.
Laurie crawled upwards, still dazed after her first raping, and trying to avoid even touching the girl until the last possible second. She had never been so embarrassed or so afraid in her life.
She wanted nothing to do with Amy. The rings in her nipples were bad enough, but the one in her pussy was worse, and the girl had put a ring in her nose now too.
She gingerly lowered herself atop the slender blonde, turning her head away as Amy put her arms around her and pulled her in close.
"Kiss. I want big, sloppy wet kisses. I want to see groping and making out," he chortled.
Amy slid a hand up behind Laurie's head, pulling down gently, trying to help. Laurie lowered her mouth reluctantly, then kissed the blonde. Amy's tongue pushed up against her at once and she almost choked in surprise. Amy kissed her hotly, her hand stroking her back, going down and cupping her ass cheeks.
"Grind your hips into her. Grind your tits against hers. Let me see those big tit bags of yours rolling against hers."
He picked up a riding crop and fondled it as they kissed. He slashed it down suddenly and Laurie screamed in pain, twisting around and clutching her ass cheeks.
"I gave you an order, you whore-faced, cunt-eyed bitch. Get to work!"
She sobbed and then kissed Amy again as the blonde pulled her back against her. Amy rubbed her smaller breasts back and forth against Laurie's and the other girl responded desperately, shaking her chest from side to side to make her big breasts roll and mash over Amy's.
"Suck her tits now, Laurie, you whore. Suck her nipples."
He prodded the tip of the crop against her anus and she yelped then jerked her head down to Amy's breast, sliding her tongue over her nipples and sucking them into her mouth. "I'm going to have to find a name for you two whores now. I can't just say slut or whore or cunt. You won't know which of you I mean," he sniggered. "You, Amy, your new name is Rover. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," Amy gulped.
"And you, you stinking, filthy germ filled slut whore! Your name is Fido. Understand?" He slapped the crop across her back lightly, but still made her yelp in pain.
"Yesss," she gasped.
"Yes, Master," he snapped.
"Yes, Master," she sobbed.
"Suck those tits, Fido."
She slid her lips onto Amy's right nipple and sucked hard, gnawing and licking the pink bud as it grew and hardened. Amy sighed in pleasure, stroking Laurie's hair and smiling.
"Now lick her cunt, Fido. And do it good. I want her to cum."
Laurie thought she must surely go insane. It was one horror on top of another. Bad enough just kissing the blonde slut, licking and sucking on her nipples was horrendous, but sucking her cunt, even touching her cunt, would, she was sure, make her throw up.
Still, she eased down between her legs and gazed at the furless cunt crack with trepidation. She shuddered and swallowed repeatedly, trying to force herself to touch it.
"Move, Fido!" The crop slashed across her upturned ass cheeks and pain screamed through her body as she leapt forward.
"Pleeasssse!" she sobbed.
"Suck her cunt!" The crop slashed across her ass again and she howled in pain, trying to wriggle away, her mind snapping as the pain blasted through her skull. Amy grabbed her, trying to be helpful, and held her down against her body as Jack rained blows on her wriggling, shifting, thrashing ass flesh. Her legs jerked and bounced and flailed and she fought to escape Amy's clutches.
She clawed at Amy's hands and the blonde girl yelped and released her. She jumped out of bed and raced to the door, tugging desperately, pounding on it with her fists as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Jack came up behind her and slammed his foot up into her cunt from behind, half lifting her from the floor and throwing her against the door.
"Rover! Get your ass over here!" he snapped. Amy jumped out of bed and crawled over as he bent over the sobbing girl.
He pushed her onto her face on the floor and pulled her hands out in front of her.
"Sit on her arms," he snapped. Amy quickly complied and Jack slid his hands under Laurie's belly and jerked it upwards, lifting her onto her knees.
"Reach forward and put your arms under her belly and hold it up," he ordered.
Whimpering, Amy leaned over and hugged the slender girl tightly, pulling back as she kept Laurie's ass up. Jack raised the crop and slashed it down against Laurie's ass again. New screams rent the air as he lashed it down again and again, criss crossing the rounded white flesh with angry red lines of fire.
Laurie howled and screamed and begged for mercy as she squirmed to get away, but Amy hung on grimly, glad the blows were landing on Laurie's ass and not hers.
Jack stopped briefly, drew his foot back and slammed it up into Laurie's cunt pad. She was thrown forward, gurgling in dazed agony, blind, excruciating pain tearing through her groin and belly. Again he kicked her cunt, then a third time, then a fourth time.
She retched and choked and her head spun and jerked in awful torment, her guts heaving and her entire body short circuiting under the awful pain.
He gripped her hair and dragged her head back. Amy let go as he tangled Laurie's long brown hair around his fist and pulled her back onto her back, then dragged her across the floor by it.
Laurie screamed and screamed, her feet jerking and flopping on the floor as she grabbed his wrist to ease the strain on her scalp. He pulled her across the floor to the corner and raised her up by the hair, pulling her back against the T bar.
Amy shuddered at the memory of the tit whipping she'd gotten on the T bar and sat there on her ass watching as Jack tied Laurie's arms to the horizontal upper beam of the T, then strapped her legs together against the upright beam.
Laurie sobbed piteously, her head hanging low as tears fell onto her fat orbs and trickled down her body. Jack moved behind her and gripped her hair again, jerking it back harshly. He wound it together into a tight braid and tied it to a hook, then pulled down even more, forcing her shoulders up and back over the top of the horizontal bar as she cried in pain.
He hooked it into the horizontal beam and moved in front of her. Her big fat breasts stuck out like twin balloons, perfectly symmetrical, firm and white.
"Now you'll see what happens to a dirty slut slave that disobeys me," he snapped. "Do you hear me, slut hole? You dirty cunt faced, shit eating, cock tease? You're going to get exactly what you deserve!"
He fetched the paddle and slapped it down hard on Laurie's right tit. It bounced and wobbled as she howled in agony. The wooden frame shuddered and trembled as she hurled her weight from side to side, agony lending her strength.
Again the paddle whacked down, then again and again and again. Her big tit wobbled and bounced under the painful assault, turning an angry red as it was cruelly spanked and beaten. He stopped to catch his breath and Amy could see that one tit was very red and the other still white.
Now he went after the other tit, slapping the paddle down over and over as the brunette screamed in unbearable pain. Amy covered her ears with her hands the sound was so loud.
Then Jack put the paddle down and picked up the riding crop. Amy wanted to cover her eyes, but was curious to see what the big tits would look like when the riding crop struck.
Jack swung it down overhand and it slashed directly across the center of Laurie's right tit. It seemed to cut the big fat melon in two, sinking down through the soft flesh all the way to her rib cage. Laurie's screams became louder and more high pitched.
Again the crop slashed down, on her other tit, then again on the first, then on the second, then again on the first. Amy hid her face after a couple of minutes.
"Rover! Get your ass over here!"
"Yes, Master," she gulped, crawling over beside him.
"Stand up."
She rose to her feet, trying not to look at the sobbing girl draped across the beam.
"Take this and whip her tits," Jack ordered, handing Amy the crop. She stared at it like it was a snake.
"Me, Master?"
"Yes, you. Do it!"
"Yes, Master," she gulped, taking the crop.
"Slash those tits," he said.
The rounded orbs were already red and criss crossed all over with even darker red. Amy swung the crop awkwardly and it thwapped weakly across Laurie's right tit. Laurie moaned but didn't scream.
"Hard! Whip those tits!" Jack snapped. Amy swung the crop harder, and then harder still, until Laurie began to cry out and sob louder. She was glad of that since it meant she was doing it right.
"Whip her belly now," Jack ordered.
Amy slashed the crop against the ass yet unmarked white flesh of the girl's belly. New screams came from the hysterical girl as a nasty welt lay across her belly. Amy swung again and again, the crop cracking against Laurie's belly as the other girl jerked and screamed in pain.
Finally Jack stopped her and untied the girl. Sobbing helplessly she collapsed to the floor, trying to cup her wounded breasts.
"Next time you get whipped it'll be on the cunt, Fido," Jack snapped. "When I tell you to do something you do it! And don't you ever hit Rover again!"
"Rover."
"Yes, Master," Amy said quickly.
"Teach this slut to suck pussy, and to jerk off with her fingers and the dildos. Teach her how a dirty slut dog is supposed to act. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"She is not to talk. Not one single word. Not a word. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"If she says anything, anything at all, slap her face as hard as you can. I'll know if you don't!"
"I will, Master," Amy gulped.
"You understand me, whore?" Jack demanded, half lifting Laurie by the hair.
"Yee ... ee ... ee ... eesssss," she sobbed. He let her hair fall and left the shelter.
Amy looked down at the sobbing girl sympathetically. It would be much better for Laurie once she learned to be a good girl, she knew. So she would try and teach her as fast as possible so Master would be happy.
"Come on, Laurie," she said. "You better learn how to lick my pussy, otherwise Master will be mad. Come on up on the bed and I'll show you movies. That's how I mostly learned."
She helped the whimpering, cringing girl onto the bed and put in a porno tape that featured women licking each other's cunts and sucking each other's tits. Tears clouded Laurie's eyes but Amy produced some tissues and cleaned them, then hugged Laurie while they watched cunt licking.
"I ... I don't ... "
"Shhhhh!" Amy gasped. She licked her lips then slapped Laurie in the face.
Laurie cried out and fell back, sobbing again.
"I'm sorry," Amy said, her face scrunched up in misery.
"I have to. Master told me to! You're not allowed to talk! Not even one word."
She pulled Laurie back to where she had been, on her side, and they watched more cunt licking. Laurie didn't pay much attention to the video. Her tits were on fire, and her ass hurt almost as bad, though it wasn't as sensitive to pain.
She rubbed her sore ass and whimpered, but she could hardly bear to touch her aching, whipped breasts.
"If you don't learn, Laurie, the Master will be real mad," Amy said. "He'll hurt you worse than that."
Laurie tried to concentrate, even though the pictures disgusted her. The pain she had been given far outweighed any dislike she could have for the act, though, and she would have jumped for Amy's cunt if the man came in and ordered her to now.
After a little while Amy coaxed her to try and lick her cunt. Amy sympathized with Laurie's pain, and would have stood up so Laurie could lick her without her ass or titties touching anything, but she wasn't sure she was allowed to stand up.
She lay back on the bed as Laurie crawled between her knees, and, with a groan of misery lowered her head to her puffy bald cunt crack. She tried to keep her breasts from touching the bed below her but she had to bend over and get her mouth right on the girl's slit, and they hung down too far.
At first she just licked like a dog, lapping her tongue over the cunt crack, but under Amy's guidance she pried the cunt open and began to slurp on her pink flesh, corkscrewing her tongue up the other girl's snatch and sucking on her clit.
Amy began to moan and groan in pleasure, stroking Laurie's head and humping up into her face. When she came she gripped the back of her head and jammed it down into her humping crotch.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Amy sighed happily after she her cum. She would have liked to keep Laurie sucking her pussy, but needed to teach her a lot, and knew Master would be angry if she didn't. He might even blame her and whip her titties again.
So she got out of bed and pulled Laurie out. She told her how to kneel, how to great Master when he came in, how to lay back and spread her legs, or get on all fours and push her ass back at him. She taught her how to beg and sit and roll over and play dead, and warned her of how fierce Master was if she didn't obey.
Laurie watched and listened in dazed misery and shock. She'd never heard of anything like this before. Amy was, she decided, crazy. How long had she been here? Had she been like this when she arrived, or had months, maybe years of beatings made her like that?
She had already noted the signs of ill use on the girl, and it looked fairly recent. And she had a ring in her cunt and in her nipples, and in her nose, for God's sake! Then there was that collar around her neck, steel, and with a lock, and the metal bands around wrists and ankles.
"Are you listening?" Amy asked crossly.
Laurie nodded quickly.
"Okay, then, let's jerk off. Master likes to watch it sometimes and he takes videos, so even if you aren't hot, like, if your pussy isn't all warm and funny, you still gotta pretend like it is, y'know? Like in a movie."
Amy got on the bed and Laurie joined her, watching with embarrassment as Amy began to masturbate. The blonde girl ran her hands up and down her body, moaning and sighing and writhing realistically, then picked up a dildo from off the night table and slid it inside herself.
Laurie swallowed in stunned amazement as the girl fucked herself with the dildo, her body humping up against it excitedly.
"See? This is how you do it," Amy said. "You try."
Laurie started to tell her to forget it, but remembered she wasn't allowed to talk just in time. Then she remembered what had happened when she'd refused to lick Amy's slit. She knew she had no options here.
She took the dildo from Amy, disgusted since it had just come out of Amy's cunt. On the other hand, she'd had her faced and tongue in Amy's cunt so how could she object?
She pushed it into her snatch and pumped it in and out.
"You have to act like you like it," Amy said patiently. "Before long you will like it, but right now you're still a bad girl so you don't. But you'll have to act until you're a good girl like me."
Laurie arched her back and writhed like Amy showed her, pumping the dildo in her snatch. Amy made her moan and groan and whine like a bitch in heat, saying she had to and that they weren't words just noises.
Laurie was mortified, but grit her teeth and did it, knowing she had no choice whatever and terrified of the big mean bastard Amy called Master.
Of course Jack watched it all on TV, smiling and chortling. He'd have the dumb blonde train his slut for him. He'd save half the time.
Of course, he still had to torture her, otherwise she wouldn't have enough fear of him to obey instantly and without question. He would be fair, of course, only punishing her when she was slow to obey or refused. But he was sure there would be times.
She looked even weaker willed than Amy had been, even though she was a few years older, but he figured when he ordered her drink his piss she would rebel. There were other things too, that would cause her to hesitate or possibly even refuse.
A couple of hours after leaving them there he went down with a hamburger. He was naked, and Laurie looked at him warily, though she followed Amy quickly as the blonde crawled forward and licked his toes.
She didn't lick his toes though, allowing Amy to take up all the room.
"Come and lick my feet, Fido," he sneered. She cringed inwardly, then, the pain in her breasts still terribly hot, she eased in and began to lick at his ankle and foot.
He spread his legs a little, letting the two suck and lick on different feet while he stood above them with his arms folded.
"From now on, Fido, when I tell you to do something you answer like Rover does. You say, Yes, Master. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she said, pulling her tongue from his feet for a moment.
"You are a dirty, stinking piece of shit. You're worth nothing except for your cunt and tits and mouth. All you're good for is fucking. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she said, flame faced.
"I'm going to fuck you whenever I want, in whatever way I want, as hard as I want, as often as I want, and in whatever hole I want, and you're going to love it and beg for more. Isn't that right, slut?"
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Rover, go and get some bracelets for Fido."
"Yes, Master," Amy said, crawling away.
"What do you think of the rings in Rover's nipples and cunt and nose, Fido? Want them in yours?"
"No thank you, Master," she said.
His hand lashed out and struck her on the side of the face, knocking her over onto her mouth. His foot slammed into her belly and she choked and coughed and retched.
"You dirty, stinking piece of shit! Do you think you're better than her? You're not half as good a slut slave as she is!
"Put the bracelets on her, Rover!"
Amy hurriedly clipped the metal bands around Laurie's ankles and wrists, pushing them closed until the clicked and locked.
"Get her a tail, and put your own on, slut."
"Yes, Master."
Amy quickly went and got her tail, tears filling her eyes that she had forgotten to put it on as soon as she had stripped. She pushed it into her asshole then got a second tail and hurried back to Laurie. The brunette was still laying on her side panting for breath.
Amy pushed the thing against her asshole. Laurie whimpered and jerked away but Amy persisted and shoved it into her ass all the way until the plastic ball had disappeared and only the tail remained.
"Now I want both your slut dogs on all fours, right fucking now!"
Amy hurried and positioned herself properly. Laurie pulled herself to all fours too, imitating her.
She was bewildered by this new development, and by the fresh pain of course.
"Kneel," He said.
Amy sat back on her heels, back straight. Laurie did the same a second later.
Jack fetched the collar that matched the bracelets, walked over and put it in Laurie's trembling hands.
"This is a slave collar," He said. "Amy is my slave, aren't you?"
"Yes, Master," Amy said happily.
"If you put this on and lock it, you'll be my slave too. If you don't ... "
He left out what would happen then but Laurie, as dazed and flustered and miserable as she was, had no doubt that it would be painful indeed.
She pulled it on and pushed until it locked tight.
"Good, slut," he said, patting her head.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Lick my feet, whore."
She bent and began to lick and kiss his feet as he watched in amusement.
"All right, get back next to Rover."
She sat back on her heels and watched him carefully.
"Now I want Rover on her back and Fido eating her snatch. Let's move, sluts."
Amy quickly twisted over and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, Laurie dropped onto all fours, bent over her pussy and began to lick and suck energetically.
"Wag your tail, Fido." She swung her ass from side to side, wagging her tail as he chortled in amusement. Could anything possibly be more degrading, she wondered? No, surely not.
Amy soon began to writhe in pleasure, and Laurie knew it was not acting. Her pussy was wet and spasming as she pushed her tongue into it. The mindless slut was going to cum in her face.
Then she did, whining and yelping and wriggling happily as her cunt burned and flared with fiery pleasure.
"Fido, on your knees."
Laurie rose and sat back on her heels obediently, saying Yes Master at the last second.
"Now, we're going to talk about you. I'll ask t questions and you answer. You better tell the truth, too. And to make sure. I want you to hold out your hands in front of you."
She did, holding them out flat as he ordered.
"Yes, Master."
"How many boys have you fucked?"
"Two, Master."
He swung the crop down. She hadn't even seen him pick it up. It slashed into her right hand, cutting across the palm. She screamed in agony, clutching her hand against her belly, bending over and sobbing.
"I didn't say you could move, Fido. Put your hands back out in front of you."
She continued to cry and rock back and forth, clutching her hand.
"If I have to tie you up, slut, you'll really cry," he warned.
She sobbed and put her trembling hand out, then the other one.
"The correct answer was thousands. Isn't that right?"
"Ye ... yes, Ma ... master," she sobbed.
"Now, how much did you charge each one?"
"Uhm ... uhm ... a hundred dollars?" Again the crop slashed down, this time on her other hand. She screamed horribly, clutching that hand against her, or trying to since she couldn't close the other.
"I told you not to move, you stupid, stinking, ugly, fucking piece of wormy shit meat!! Stick your hand back out or I'll string you up and whip you unconscious!"
Sobbing, she stuck her hands out. The shook and trembled.
"Now, nobody would pay a hundred dollars to fuck a fat assed, cow titted, shit-faced cunt like you. You only charged a nickel, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"I bet you sucked a lot of cocks too, didn't you?"
"Thousands," she gulped.
"How much did you charge for that."
"A penny," she sobbed.
"Sounds right."
She felt a terrible burst of relief.
"Who taught you to suck cocks?"
"Uh, a boy I knew." she started to sob, knowing it was the wrong answer even before the crop ripped into her hand again. This time she kept it out, though she cried out in agony and sobbed.
"Your father taught you to suck cock. Didn't he?"
"Yes, Master," she sobbed.
"Say it, slut."
"My father taught me to suck cock," she whimpered.
"Turn around and spread your ass apart. I'm going to butt-fuck you now."
She hesitated, stunned, then did as he ordered. She moaned and winced as she tried to get on all fours without touching the bottoms of her hands to the floor.
He yanked the tail out of her asshole and knelt behind her, rubbing his cock against her slit. He shoved it into her pussy and fucked her for a minute, and she began to think maybe that was all he did, but then he took it out and pressed it against her and then he shoved every last inch of prick into her rectum. He gripped her hips loosely as he began to fuck, his fingers sliding up and down her flanks as he pumped his tool inside her belly.
"How many times have you waved this ass around at men, slut? Showing it off in tight pants every day, taunting men with it. Well now you're getting it fucked, just like you deserve, just like all the men and boys who watched it wanted to do."
He humped faster, his thighs smacking against her ass cheeks as he pumped his boner in her tail. Tears of humiliation trickled down her cheeks, but she stayed silent, other than for the grunts and moans as he rammed his cock into her with special strength.
"You love it, don't you slut?"
"Ye ... Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"Beg for it. Beg me to butt-fuck you."
He slid his long tube of meat out of her hole and waited.
"P ... p ... please butt-fuck me, Master," she gulped.
"Hard?"
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
"Really hard?"
"Ye ... Yes, Master. Please fuck me in the ass really, really hard."
He jammed his cock up her ass and rode her in a frenzy, smashing his hips into her ass with brutal force as she gasped and moaned and cried out in pain. He ramrodded her ass hole with his big cock, pounding it into her with ferocious power, spearing her again and again until his juice sprayed out into her guts.
"Ahhh, that wasn't bad, slut dog. Thank me for it. Don't be so ignorant."
"Thank you for fucking my ass, Master."
"Okay, slut, turn around and get on the bed."
She turned, her tits wobbling below her. He sniggered and reached under, pinching and squeezing them as she moaned in pain. He slapped her ass and she crawled away and climbed into the bed.
"Rover, get in bed with her. I want to see a really hot sex scene."
Amy crawled into bed and she and Laurie began kissing and petting, their hands moving over each other as Jack set up the video camera.
"Okay, girls, make it good. This tape goes to Fido's mom and dad."
"Noo!" Laurie gasped, ripping herself free and jumping off the bed.
He blinked in surprise.
Laurie's parents were deeply religious and both thought there was nothing more evil and perverted in the world than homosexuality. She would literally rather be dead than have them view a tape of her and another girl making love, especially if it looked like she was doing it willingly.
"What in the fuck do you think you're doing, you dumb, two bit, piece of shit-faced cunt?"
"Please, please, please don't make me do it! I'll do anything, anything, just don't film me and show my parents!"
"Who told you you had any say in anything at all, you piece of garbage?" He moved around the bed and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her away from the bed.
"By the time I'm through with you, slut, you'll beg me to let you suck her cunt."
He brought her to the square frame and locked her wrists and ankles to the four corners. Then he took the riding crop and savagely lashed her back, her buttocks and the backs of her legs as she howled in agony.
He moved around to the front and rolled over the generator, then fed the two metal tubes into her cunt and asshole. She babbled and sobbed and begged but he ignored her. He locked the alligator clips to her nipples, one at a time, enjoying her screams of pain, then slid her pussy lips aside, and clipped the third one to her clitty.
She writhed and thrashed maniacally for long seconds while he watched. Then he turned on the juice, playing with her, as he had Amy, feeding juice down one line at a time, blasting the power up her asshole or cunt or into her titties or clit.
Even one line had her howling in excruciating agony, five at once turned her into a gurgling, vibrating, mindless, drooling, retching mass of tormented flesh.
He put on all five, then sat back on the bed and had Amy suck his cock while he watched.
He turned the juice off and left her hanging there, putting a pair of headphones on her and turning on a tape, which would play, then reverse, then start over. On the tape was his voice saying, in a steady monotone, that she must obey, that she was a slut, that she must obey, that she was a whore and a cheap, worthless nothing dog. That she must do anything she was told, and be happy and enthusiastic.
He told Amy to turn the juice back on if Laurie spoke. Then he went upstairs to his bed and Amy went to sleep.
He left her hanging there all the next day, turning the juice on several times to torture her. He was a bit annoyed at himself for picking an older girl. Obviously she was more set in her ways than a girl like Amy. He wanted her totally broken, with no shred of pride or dignity left.
The day after that he let her down, but could do little with her since she was unconscious. He had Amy clean her off, then left her to recover a little.
As soon as she was awake he went down and butt-fucked her. She wasn't capable of moving much but that was okay. He just wanted her used to it.
She moved in a daze for the next day or so, when she moved at all. She obeyed everything without thinking, even opening her mouth and letting him piss down her throat without hesitating.
When she got a little energy back and could move he had her lick Amy to multiple orgasms, then suck her asshole, then suck his cock. She did it all immediately, not thinking, not speaking except to say "Yes, Master," in a soft voice.
He pierced her nose and nipples and cunt and hung rings from them, then had her and Amy do everything two girls could while he taped them. Still, she displayed little enthusiasm, even when he threatened and beat her. It wasn't rebellion, he decided, he'd broken her so utterly she had no emotions left.
There was always one emotion, of course, fear. She was still afraid of him. Of that he was sure. But even when he whipped her she didn't show emotion. She screamed in pain, but went limp immediately after.
He tried everything he could think of. He ordered her to hold her legs apart while he whipped her cunt. He ordered her to cup her big breasts and hold them while he whipped them. He twined her hair in a thick braid and hung her from the ceiling with it, her hands tied behind her back. He even got a strap-on dildo for Amy and had her screw and butt-fuck the brunette a dozen times a day.
Still, she walked like a robot, obeying everything, but showing no pleasure at getting fucked, and no enthusiasm when he came for visits.
He decided to try one final thing. He'd learned through questioning her that she was terrified of dogs. He borrowed a giant German shepherd from a friend and brought it down to the bomb shelter.
Her eyes widened as she saw the thing, and her mouth opened and closed. She showed the first sign that she still possessed a brain he'd seen in days.
"Look who's here," he said. "This is Killer. Watch out, he bites."
Amy looked at it warily and slid back on the bed. Laurie just stared in fear.
"Fido, get over here."
She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then slowly slid to the floor and crawled over. Killer looked at her and sniffed. She whimpered and shuffled back.
"Know what Killer's here for, sluts? He's going to fuck you."
Laurie opened her eyes wider in disbelief.
"Fido, get under there and suck his cock."
"Please," she whispered.
"Do what you're told. Obey!"
She jerked, then, whimpering, crawled forward and looked under Killer's body between the legs.
"Grab his cock and rub it," he ordered.
She slowly extended her hand, then touched it.
Killer growled warningly and jerked aside. Jack held him still and she reached in again, taking his cock in her hand. Killer growled even louder.
"Rub it!" Jack snarled.
She rubbed it and squeezed it a little, panting for breath, hardly able to breathe because of the terror she was feeling. Killer continued to growl for a minute then whimpered and stopped. His cock started to harden in her hand. It grew rapidly until it seemed huge.
"Is it hard, Fido?"
"Yes, Master," she said. Her voice had a quiver, the first sign of emotion she'd displayed in days.
"Turn around and show him your cunt, wave your ass at him."
She did and he stuffed his nose against her crack, sniffling her scent. He growled low in his throat.
"Wave your ass from side to side."
She wagged her ass like a bitch dog, her tail flicking from side to side. Killer jumped up atop her and she cried out in terror, but stayed put as his paws slid around her.
He humped against her and Jack reached down and took his cock in his fingers, then pressed it against her slit. The dog lurched forward and thrust deep into the terrified teenager.
"Yeah, now there's what you need, slut dog, a good fucking from another dog."
He and Amy watched in fascination as the big dog pounded into her. Tears trickled down Laurie's face as she sobbed quietly. The dog didn't notice. He just kept fucking, harder and harder, ramming his cock into her with wild abandon.
She continued to sob as the dog hugged her tight and pumped his doggie cock up into her slit. He took his time, despite his speed, and after ten minutes Jack was growing impatient. Finally the dog came, spraying doggie cum into her belly.
He pulled her away then and hugged her, comforting her as she rocked back and forth and cried. He carried her into the shower room and cleaned her off, douching her cunt, then carrying her back to bed. He took Killer upstairs, then came back and began to give her a tongue bath.
He took his slow time, and Amy joined in. It took a while, but her tears stopped and after a long while she began to jerk and tremble in pleasure, finally cumming with a long, drawn out wail of ecstasy.
After more hugging and kissing, and three more cums, he fucked her to yet another, and from then on she was as enthusiastic, bright eyed and bushy tailed as Amy, scampering to lick his toes whenever he came in.
He and Amy spent much of their time in each other's arms, kissing and groping and jerking each other off, sucking each other's pussy and using vibrators and dildos on each other. They learned to scissor their legs and grind their bald cunt mats together, and when he got a big double headed dildo they pushed it up each other and fucked ass to ass, or cunt to cunt.
He was frankly amazed at them as he watched them fucking all day long. True, he hadn't left them anything much else to do, but each girl seemed to have at least twenty or thirty orgasms a day, fucking and sucking almost constantly. It was a wonder they didn't wear their pussies out.
He tolerantly kept killer away from Laurie after that, though, since he'd developed a taste for teenage pussy he let him fuck Amy whenever he was in the mood. She actually got to like it, squealing and then barking and yipping like a dog as he rode her.
He was so confident in them now that he took both out with him on a scouting expedition for his next slave. They argued over choices as they scanned the high schools, but finally agreed on a sweet faced little redhead.
The idea of a redhead amused him too. He would have a blonde, a brunette, and a redheaded slave slut now, though he didn't plan on keeping Amy much longer.
With Amy and Laurie helping it was a simple matter to lure the girl to the van, zap her with the stun gun, then pull her inside. The girls tied her up, giggling happily, while he drove home.
Once there, he let the girls have her. He just sat back and watched as they stripped the horrified teenager, stripped themselves, then put on their strap-on dildos and raped her cunt and asshole at the same time.
They slapped and kicked her into obedience, making her suck their cunts and assholes, and crawl around on the floor in front of them.
They attached the bracelets to her ankles and wrists, then hung her up and whipped her, still giggling happily as she screamed. They pricked her nipples, cunt and nose and fed in the gold rings, and made her drink their feet and piss.
He didn't have to do a damned thing. By the time he moved in the girl was a dazed, cowed little slut slave and protested nothing as he raped her cunt, asshole and throat, then pissed in her face. Within a month she was scampering around on all fours like the other two, and spending all day fucking and sucking with them.
A month later he took Amy out in the van, driving to the other city, then dropping her off down the block from her house. She watched in stunned disbelief as he drove away and he almost turned back to pick her up. But it wasn't fair, he thought. He had taken enough of her life.
He was sure they'd be happy to see her, even happier to see her wearing clothes. He'd sent them several tapes, first the one of her jerking off with fingers and vibrator and dildo, then one of her and Laurie doing all kinds of things, then one of her getting dog fucked by Killer.
He just hoped the shrinks wouldn't ruin his good work.
