Fran felt the cruel whip burn hot across her white flesh, leaving brilliant red welts wherever it bit into her. She could only picture what her pain-ravished body looked like as she hung naked and bound with a mouth gag and a thick rubber hood over her head.
The man with the whip was a madman! He was administering a non-stop whipping and she was not able to scream out in pain nor beg for mercy! She could only hang there in her leather bondage and swing wildly as she convulsed and thrashed under her cruel punishment.
What did he want from her? Why was he doing this to her. All the time he whipped her,, he kept calling her a slut and a pig but she did not even know him. And she was no slut. She was no pig. Why did he keep telling her she must be bound in twisted, excruciating pain for days at a time while she reflected on her "sins"? , How did he know her? What had she done to him? How much longer could she maintain her sanity under his savage lash? How much longer could she keep her sanity while she hung by her tortured limbs, unable to move, to see, to speak for days at a time. Unable to beg mercy, beg food or relief for her bloated bowels?
The merciless cat o' nine tails flailed away at the helpless young girl in a never-ceasing symphony of terror!
CHAPTER ONE
Sue didn't know why she was assigned to the case. She never worked sex or vice before. She was basically a traffic cop. But they said she would make a good decoy. Decoy? They meant victim, as far as she was concerned. They knew nothing of the man who was kidnapping and raping the girls in the college area. They had no idea when he was going to attack again, where or how he was going to operate. The only thing they knew was that beautiful young girls were disappearing and not being seen or heard from again.
They figured him for a sexual pervert but that was all they were going on. No description at all. No ransom notes. Nothing. Yet they never found any of the victims dead. He was either still holding them or he was disposing of them in a place, or in a way they could never be found.
Sue knew nothing about the case but she had one hunch. Just one groundless, uneducated hunch. She believed that whomever was kidnapping these girls was not killing them. He was holding them prisoners somewhere. Maybe even somewhere close by.
No one else shared her opinion. Not to the degree Sue did. They felt it was a possibility, yes, but highly unlikely as far as this type of crime was concerned.
But the kidnapper had been so thorough, Sue reasoned. So selective and so good at what he did, how he went about it, leaving not a single clue, that he had to be somewhat of a practical man. And no practical man would kill off beautiful young women. Not just like that. Not very easily.
He had apparently gone through a long and tedious selective process. Why should he just rape them and then kill them, she thought.
There had been four girls so far. All had been between twenty and twenty-two years old. All had attended Reverend Dr. Marvin Reel University where they were all law students, or preparing for a career as lawyers. All disappeared at night, either on first dates with boys they had never dated before, never known before, or abducted while they slept on campus.
That was it. No ransom notes or any trace of them after that. Now the department wanted Sue to enroll in the university and hopefully be victim number five. A hell of a joke, she thought. At first she said she would not do it, wanted no part of it. But they reminded her that she was a cop, that she didn't just sign on to handle traffic and be a meter maid.
When she still protested, they threatened her with disciplinary charges for nonfeasance. They'd at least kick her off the force for that, they told her. She wondered why the whole job was even worth it to her but she had made some good money there. She had earned a man's pay. That was more than she could say for the last place she had worked.
Sue knew she was going to have to take risks being a policewoman. But she never figured on being a decoy. She was a uniform cop, just like the men. How often are the men required to work out of uniform,, risking their lives at the hands of some crazed killer or sex-fiend? Why her?
But she was so young and-pretty, they told her. That was nice to hear, but she already knew that. That was why she had to leave her other job as a secretary. The boss thought she was too pretty. And too available. He wanted her to be his personal mistress as well as his personal secretary. He would damn-near chase her around the desk everyday, except that he wasn't that crude. He would just make overt passes at her, bolder each time and when she refused, he would heap work on her, scold her and badger her and humiliate her in front of the other women for not getting her work out on time.
It got to be too much after awhile. So she kept looking for another job, kept filling in applications all over town. When she had heard of an opening in the police ranks, she applied for that too.
"No, madam," she was told. "This is not an opening for a meter maid. Those applications will not be accepted until next month."
"I know," she told the desk sergeant. "I don't want to be a meter maid. I want to be a cop. I believe there are laws now that prevent you from discriminating against women applicants."
"Look, lady," he answered uncomfortably, "I ain't discriminating against no one. We just got no openings for women cops. The paper says 'policeman' not 'policewoman'. Can't you understand that?"
Well, she didn't understand. She raised hell because she was so desperate to get away from her boss. The day they called her for the job she was going to quit anyway because of what he did to her. The department did not know about that. She never told anyone, never pressed charges. But they remembered how she raised hell to get on the job. Now they were throwing that up to her. Now they wouldn't allow her to forget that she did not want to be a meter maid, she had wanted to be a cop.
So, they were offering her the chance to be a cop and here she was balking at the opportunity. They said they did not understand her. But they were mocking her. They were laughing and mocking her and whispering among themselves how they knew women cops would never work out.
Why did people always want her to do things she did not want to do? Why couldn't she have been born ugly so that no one would expect her to do what they wanted her to do with her body? The cops were no different than that bastard of a boss she had. No different at all, really.
The last day she had worked for Mr. Fairfax he had piled on the work. She didn't know at the time it was to be her last day of work, but she would never go back after that. Now she knew that he had piled on the work because he wanted to insure that she would have to work late, that she couldn't get out of the office until very late, until everyone else had gone. Everyone except Mr. Fairfax.
The paperwork had to get out that night, he told her. And she trusted him because he hadn't tried to get fresh with her in the weeks he had learned that she might be going to the police department. She should have known. She should have realized that to men like him, the harder the object to achieve, the more precious the object becomes in his mind. In the mind of his cock, too. But that couldn't be right, she realized. His was a mindless cock. Stiff dick has no conscience, as the saying went.
So, she stayed late and when she looked up from the last of her typing she had a sickening sense in her guts as she looked around at an empty office and saw Mr. Fairfax watching her lewdly from inside the open door of his office. Her heart raced unexplainably as she told herself not to worry about anything, that he hadn't tried anything in weeks, that he knew she was soon to be a cop, that she was sure he would never resort to rape.
Anyway, she was young and strong and he looked like such a weak old man in his sixties, ready for retirement. She told herself to relax and not concern herself. But she was wrong. She was wrong to trust any man with a hard cock.
Mr. Fairfax called her into his office and held the door for her. She should have known that was trouble. As she entered, he closed the door behind her. But still she told herself not to worry. Christ, she thought, if he really wanted to rape me, he wouldn't have to worry about closing the door. There was no one in the office anyway.
He crossed over and sat behind his big desk and she waited as he sat there and stared at her. Then, after the staring became uncomfortable, he told her he had something to show her in his top drawer and to please come around his desk. She did as he told her. As he opened his drawer she saw the handcuffs but the reality of it did not strike her until he grabbed her thin wrists and shackled her in place with the handcuffs attached to the inside of the big top drawer.
"Hey! What's going on? Mr. Fairfax!" she protested, trying not to treat the handcuffing as a serious threat. She felt panic-struck but she did not want to appear to have lost control of the situation. But already his hands were beneath her skirt. His hands felt cold and clammy and she hated the touch and feel of him, the old bastard, she thought in horror.
"Don't struggle, my dear," he said in a husky voice she had heard many times before. "You will hurt yourself if you struggle. You will be here in these handcuffs for a long time, so you may as well get used to it and learn to enjoy it. You may as well resign yourself to the fact that you are going to be made love to by the finest old cunt hound in the state."
Then she knew why he had closed the door. The night watchman was going to make his rounds in about an hour or so and just in case he looked into the office, he would see nothing of what was happening in the private office of Mr. Fairfax. Well, bullshit, she thought, she would scream her bloody head off.
As the first scream left her mouth the handkerchief was already being stuffed inside. It was as though he had wanted her to begin screaming so that her mouth would be open for him. He pushed the cloth deep in her throat and she almost gagged. Another handkerchief was tied around her head, keeping the first one in place inside her mouth.
The handcuffs, the gag! The old pervert knew what he was doing! He apparently had lots of experience at this game. He probably had all the bases covered. She felt a sinking feeling deep within. She saw him come near again and she kicked out at him. But she missed. She pulled against her bonds and the cold steel cut into her tender wrists. There was no getting out of the handcuffs. They were anchored solidly in the big desk and the desk was so big and so heavy, she could not budge it. He was raising her skirt now and she kicked out again and this time her foot found his groin, just missing his balls. But she had still hurt him, she knew. That would teach the old fool she was no easy victim. She would fight him all the way and he would have to give up, just have to.
"Why, you little bitch,". the old man said menacingly. "You think you have the right to hurt an old man between the legs like that? I am no longer young. I can't take a blow between my legs very well. This was supposed to be a game but now it will be a lesson. You will learn respect for your elders."
The old man was very ingenious, as she later recalled. He went around to the front of his desk and got on top. Her legs could not kick him there. Now he could touch and fondle her at will. The first thing he did was give her nipples each a hard pinch, just for punishment. He pinched them right through the material of her blouse. Tears came to her eyes as the pain shot into her. She moaned as loudly as she could, but the gag prevented her from screaming.
Christ! she thought. That hurt like all living hell! She had kicked at him, it was true, but she had missed. He didn't have to hurt her that much. She thought her punishment was over. But it had not even begun. He reached down and raised her skirt now and she could do nothing with him on top of the desk. He raised her skirt all the way over her head and somehow tied it that way so that she could not see what was going on around her. And her lower body was naked except for panties.
She heard him getting off the top of the desk and she knew he was coming around to her again from the back. She turned her head but she could not see anything. She felt something around her right ankle and before she could do anything, he had a rope tied to her ankle and pulled it tight to the far corner of the desk. He did the same thing to her other ankle and she stood now with both legs spread painfully wide, her skirt raised and tied above her head and her hands helplessly clasped in handcuffs. Her only source of comfort was her panties she still wore. She knew he could not pull them down with her legs spread as they were.
She felt his cold clammy hands on her waist and she felt the cold steel of the scissors as he began to cut away the thin diaphanous material of the panties. Now panic raced through her veins! Now he was going to have her completely nude from the waist down, completely bound and helpless!
She heard his clothes being unbuckled, unzipped, undone and she knew her real punishment was about to begin. She felt the hard cockhead touch the soft flesh between her legs. His cock was cold, just like his hands and her flesh between her thighs was soft and hot and perspiring nervously. She tried to move away from the cold dick but she realized now that she was already pressing hard against the desk and she had no place to go to, no place to move. She tried to close her legs but that was impossible. They were tied so wide apart it hurt her. And there was no way for her to close them to protect the tender, vulnerable young cunt she had fought so hard to keep from her boss.
Sue was not a virgin, but she had only had one boy inside her pussy and that was years ago when they were both sixteen. He had been so excited that he came as soon as he got inside her and he didn't even "break her in" or at least stay hard long enough to please her. Now she knew it was going to hurt all over again, even though she had had her hymen broken.
She struggled against her bonds. Her wrists were cut now and the ropes around her ankles felt tighter as her ankles were beginning to swell with the torture. She could see nothing through her heavy skirt and she could not cry out with the cruel gag in her mouth. She was pressing as hard as she could against the desk and it would not give and her skin was raw from her efforts. She began to move evasively from side to side and a cold arm wrapped around her waist to hold her still. He was completely naked, she knew now as she felt his arm and the closeness of his body against her. The stiff cockhead was right at her cunt's entrance and now she could not move in any way to avoid its entry. She knew it and he knew it. She was completely at his mercy and all spirit and resistance drained out of her. She hung her head and gave up the struggle.
When he felt her give in, he pushed her forward slightly so that he could enter her cunt from an easier angle. She bent forward obediently now and her head was resting on the desk top so that her ass-hole and cunt were as wide open as possible for her "master". She wept silently and prayed he would choose her cunt rather than her ass-hole. At least she once had a cock inside her cunt and though it may have resumed its old tightness, the hymen was still broken and it would not hurt to have it broken again. She had heard that ass-fucking was the most painful thing of all.
So she found herself in the unlikely circumstance of praying that her cunt be raped rather than her ass-hole. She could not move, she could not see, she could not fight. She could not cry out and now she hadn't the spirit nor will to resist. She lay submissively across the old man's desk and awaited her punishment.
He chose her cunt. He lined up his dick with her cunt opening and he shoved. Sue saw stars! The pain was excruciating! It was every bit as painful as the first time! She was tight and dry and he was shoving it in no matter what she wanted. She instinctively tried to close her legs even though the will to resist was gone. When she could not close her legs, she just lay there over the desk and wept bitterly.
The dick was like a rock and she knew there was no way she was going to keep it from ramming her hard and deep. He pushed and she moaned and he loved the sound of her moaning and he pushed harder, crueler. She moaned louder and he rammed her to her very core. She would bleed again. She could feel it. She was so tight and so dry and so soft and tender and unused inside that she was going to bleed like a stuck pig and there was nothing she was going to do about it.
Now she felt the cock begin a steady in and out movement. That hurt worse than when it was going in because now she was being ripped one way and then another. Now his flaccid balls were slapping up against her as a symbolic gesture of a whipping, a punishment for her sins. He was punishing her for her cold indifference to his manly needs. She knew she was his now and she would never resist him again. He would not need the handcuffs and ropes the next time. She had learned her lesson. She was being rammed and ripped by his big cock, which was hot now and hammering rapidly and she was being whipped symbolically by his balls and scrotum in slapping sounds that even stung as they smacked against her soft cunt lips.
The pain shot all through her and even reached her throat. She was being thoroughly taken and she knew it. He knew it too and was turned on by his conquest, rock hard and driven to added fury as he whipped his hard, hot cock back and forth in her cunt cruelly. Her ass-hole burned from the rubbing of his body hair up close to her spread cheeks. She was a thoroughly used and taken piece of property now as he hammered back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her tortured young cunt.
She felt the thrust of his manhood even up to her throat and she tasted her shame and degradation and knew he was her master. Her whole body rocked back and forth from the pounding he was giving her. She could do nothing but take it, the steel cutting at her wrists, the ropes at her ankles biting and burning, the skirt keeping her in a world of darkness and stale air. And her ass and cunt shamefully exposed for his pleasure.
Even the hard desk top hurt her. Her position across it was painful and cruel and it made the handcuffs cut even more into her soft skin. And all the time the big, stiff, hard, hot, demanding cock raped her tender, bleeding young cunt. She cried and moaned and now she moaned because she knew it pleased him and she wanted to please her master. She was completely taken, completely his, completely his property.
The hard tool did its work. In and out, back and forth! She felt it hardening now and she knew he was about to come inside her. He pumped furiously now, faster than before and he was really hard now and then she heard him moan slightly and she felt an explosion of hot juices inside her and she felt his warmth spread and coat her womb and she knew he had just placed his brand inside of her. He rocked and continued to beat and she knew her body would carry the marks at her wrists and ankles for days, her cunt, her guts would carry his brand forever. For her cunt was "broken-in" now. Taken. Used. Even owned and branded by the distinct mark of a distinct man. She would never forget him. Her body never would forget him.
When he untied her legs, she remained there, spread for him. When he freed her completely, she remained naked and spread across his desk top. He gave her a token smack with the back of his hand across her bare ass and ordered her to get up and get dressed. Only then did she respond. She stood and wiped the tears away with the back of her bleeding hands and she made herself stop crying. She dressed slowly and she knew he watched her as she dressed. She didn't care. She finished dressing and stood then facing the door without turning to look back at him. She did not move, she only stood and waited for him to speak. She began to hate him then, no longer under his domination.
She hated what he had done to her, but still she waited for further instructions from him. When he gave her none, she slowly walked to her desk and got her coat and left. Just like that. She knew she should have called the cops on him. But what good would that do? Would that change anything? Would that make her spirit whole again? He would only say that she was a willing participant and that she was kinky and liked to be bound and abused and where were the whip marks or any other stuff if he really wanted to be cruel? He would drag her in and out of the courts and she would never get the police job and she would never get another job anywhere in the state. Not in a serious capacity anyway.
She would always have to "please" her boss or get fired. She could just hear him saying: But I hired you because I heard you were a fun girl.
Yes, she would find that everywhere. Plus the wide publicity of being the only female police applicant, the first female applicant and the sensationalism of the whole incident. No. None of that would do for her. Mr. Fairfax knew that too. So, she said nothing to no one. She would never have returned to the office after that even if she hadn't found the letter in her mail box that evening when she returned home. It said she had been accepted for the police job and could begin at any time convenient for her. Well, a week's rest was in order first. Just to let the marks of her bondage fade enough to be unrecognizable and then she would begin her new career, her new life.
So, now she was a policewoman. Now she thought she was beyond sexual exploitation. Well, she wasn't, that was for sure. She was still being used for her sexuality, for her body, for her beautiful looks. Yes, she knew she was beautiful. How could she forget with every boss she ever had trying to make her give in or get out. She had no doubt she had something the pigs wanted and found desirable.
Would she accept the decoy assignment? Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir, anything you say, sir. She knew the score by now. She knew what she was good for by now. Yes, it was accept it or face disciplinary charges. She had felt her boss's discipline before. It was very unnecessary. She would obey. She would yield to their wishes.
Now she had to face up to her assignment. She had to enroll in the university and think about the best places for an abduction and be there, in those places at the best possible times for an abduction. She had to be a tease, but not a whore. She had to act like the other four had acted. Maybe even take the same courses in law and preparatory law.
She had to make a conscious effort to get kidnapped and pray that the men who hadn't been able to stop this madman up until now, suddenly, by some miracle, are able to save her before she too disappears forever like the others.
It all sounded horrible to her. She wanted no part of it. But now "that she was to be a part of it she knew she would go all out to do the best job she knew how to do. She had always been a good cop, always did as she was told, never gave anyone trouble. Why didn't that satisfy them?
Oh, well. Best to not think about that. Best to simply concentrate on getting kidnapped by the madman. Oh, God!
CHAPTER TWO
She had a knack for trouble, Marsha thought sadly. She did not know where she was or what was happening to her exactly. The last she remembered she was safe in her bed on the university campus and now she didn't know what was happening to her. She was in excruciating pain, but she was unable to cry out. There was a hard, sort of rubbery ball that was filling her mouth. It was so tight in her mouth that she had to open her mouth as wide as possible and her jaws were killing her. It felt like it was attached to straps that were tight around her head. She could barely get her lips around it but she was forced to accommodate it. There was something tight around her entire head, even over the ball in her mouth. It felt like tight rubber and it stretched tight and prevented her from seeing anything.
She was naked, she knew. That was as scary as anything. She knew she did not have one stitch of clothing on her body to cover her. And her legs were spread wide! Worse, still, there was nothing she could do to close her legs! There was nothing she could do to move at all. There was something in between her cunt lips, too but she could not know what it was. It felt like a flat inch wide strip of stiff leather that was strapped around her and pulled up tight to a harness of some kind around her waist. The leather was stiff and cruel and it cut into her tender cunt lips every time she even thought about moving.
But she could not move. Her hands were tight, very tightly secured behind her back. It felt like the same kind of leather thongs that bound her arms. Her arms were cruelly pulled behind her, tied even up to the elbows, forcing her young breasts to jut out forward. Her head was forced far back, as far back as was possible without snapping her neck and she soon realized that the thong that held her head was the same one that stretched down between her legs and cut into her ass-cheeks and her cunt lips. It must have been attached around her waist, down the front and up the back to hold her head back.
The foot of her right leg was securely tied to the thigh of her left leg and she was sitting, forced to sit with her legs so spread on the cold stone floor. Somehow she was tied to a short timber that rose up from the floor, so that she could not move forward, backward, could not raise herself, could not rest a single muscle.
Marsha could barely feel her muscles anymore. They were almost as though they did not belong to her anymore. They did not respond when she asked them to help her, when she called upon them to explain what the things attached to her meant.
Everything was a nightmare. A senseless nightmare. She could not see, she could not speak, she could not move, she could not become comfortable, could not stretch her aching body, could not cover her shameful, spread nakedness. What was happening to her! Where was she! The floor was icy cold and hard and she knew it was stone. The air was cool and damp and she sensed she was in a basement or a dungeon of some kind.
Oh, God, not a dungeon, she thought. She certainly did have a knack for getting in trouble. That was why her father had sent her away to college. The boys back home could not keep their hands off of her and she could never say no to their requests. They all looked so pitiful standing there before her with pleading eyes and hard-ons pushing up through their pants. She had taken mercy upon all of them and her father did not appreciate her reputation. When he was confronted with evidence of her less than virtuous life, he outright could not tolerate it He sent her away.
As though being away from home would help. He knew it would not. But at least she would be out of his hair. At least she would no longer shock the community. It seemed the outward show of virtues was more important than reality. It was more in keeping with custom and tradition to have his daughter sin away from home. Away where the neighbors would never know.
The boys had been no different at the university. They all wanted the same things. They all looked at Marsha with the same pleading eyes and the same bulge in their pants. And, as at home, she could not refuse them.
The last thing Marsha remembered was being out for the night with Sammy Brown, the new freshman in her law class. They had had a fabulous night, but perhaps they had had too much to drink. She remembered going to bed in her room, alone. The ceiling had been spinning around as she lay there and she felt the full effects of all the drinking she had done with Sammy. She watched the room spin around and around and she thought about what they had done together on the grass in the park. But that was all she knew until now. Until this pain and humiliation.
Sammy had taken a bottle of wine with them and they had gone into the park at night even though the signs all said no one was allowed after dark. That was all the better, he told her and she smiled and giggled because she knew exactly what he was talking about. She pretended shyness only as coquettish flirtation. They both knew there was nothing shy about her.
They sat on the grass and sipped the wine and he told her dirty jokes because he thought that would turn her on and get her ready for sex. She thought that was rather "freshman" of him but she said nothing because she knew that eventually he would get down to business. If he liked dirty jokes to get started, she thought, let him have all the dirty jokes he wanted. Sammy told some and she told some and she could see the bulge in his pants.
The wine was almost all gone before he got up his nerve to reach for her. It was about time, she thought. Her crotch was wet, had been wet for a long time just anticipating what he was going to do to her. Finally he was getting down to it. She hoped he would be more inventive than the jokes he had told indicated. She had heard most of them before. Now she hoped that she would experience some new innovation of sexual intercourse, as she liked to think of kinky sex.
He began with her blouse and she let him have his way. He was clumsy and his fingers worked awkwardly, boyishly. She was amused and sat there and smiled to herself as she watched him. She hoped he was boyish in that boys spend more time reading kinky books than in screwing around, so that when they did get a girl, they liked to use what they had read about Now she was ready, willing and able to be used. She was wet in her cunt and she needed to be used by a man. Any man with a big hard cock!
He had her blouse off finally and she thought he was going to come in his pants, the way he was so excited about her tits. Christ, she thought, she still had on her blue lace bra. Well, maybe it was the bra that turned him on.
She hoped he would not come prematurely and spoil it all.
She moved so that he could more easily reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Her movement gave him the idea, it seemed, because he immediately reached behind her and began to fumble with the hook. Christ, hadn't he ever stripped a girl before, she thought with some dissatisfaction. She hoped he would not be a disappointment.
She watched as her bra fell away and her big boobs popped free. His eyes damn near popped out of their sockets and she laughed in spite of herself. He looked for all the world like a little boy on his first date. He had seemed so knowledgeable in class the day he asked her out. He seemed so cool, so at ease that his conduct now surprised her. She was not unpleasantly surprised. She merely hoped he wouldn't prove a disaster as a lover. Her cunt needed a good cock that knew what it was doing!
She couldn't take it any more and she stood up and undid the rest of her clothes. She let them fall carelessly around him because she knew that would be a tease to him. She even flung her wet panties into his face and watched as he caught them and held them close to his face and closed his eyes and breathed deeply at them, hungrily, blissfully taking the aroma of wet, hot cunt deep into his lungs.
"Kiss them," she ordered playfully and he not only kissed them but she watched with delighted eyes as he licked and sucked at the wetness. "If you're a good boy," she told him with a smile, "I'll let you keep them as a souvenir."
"I'll be good," he answered boyishly. She laughed out loud.
"Then start eating out my cunt," she said, half sternly, half amused. Sammy did as he was told and his face was soon buried deep between her soft white thighs. His nose and mouth were deep inside the furry bush of dark cunt hair and his tongue was working like no mere boy knew to make his tongue work. He was fantastic. He licked her cunt lips apart, spreading the plump white meat to get at the pink juiciness within. He lapped up all the cunt cream there and began immediately to produce more from deep within her. He pushed his darting tongue deep up her cunt hole and she felt the liquid lust begin to pour out of her. He sucked furiously and madly and she threw her head back in wild ecstasy as the waves of passion took hold of her.
His tongue had its own vision as it sought out and found her most tender, most sensitive areas. And it was never far from her pulsating clitoris. It licked and dabbed at her clit and rubbed it softly in circular, scrubbing movements that drove her wild with crazy, hot lust! She wanted a man and yet she had one and still she wanted more"! She wanted a stiff, hard, big, full, throbbing cock shoved deep inside of her and yet she did not want Sammy to stop for one minutee with his tongue. She did not want him to stop yet she did not want to continue without a cock up inside her.
And Sammy seemed to know. He seemed to know her every need. From out of nowhere he produced a big hard dildo. It was magnificent! It was a full foot long and three inches wide. He teased her by letting her see it as he kept tonguing her. He put it close to her face and she could not help kissing it.
"Please, Sammy," she begged. "Please, shove it in me! Please! Please, shove it in deep, all the way! Please! Make me feel it deep and hard!"
And then suddenly, it was at her cunt entrance. She stiffened slightly as she felt it touch between her throbbing cunt lips. She caught her breath audibly as he thrust it inside her cunt hole, first one inch, then another inch, then another, until it was all the way up and pushing out at the cunt walls while his tongue never stopped licking hungrily at her hard little clit.
He trapped her little clit between his teeth and lashed it furiously with his tongue and she felt its helplessness as it was held there, as he whipped at it, as he tortured and delighted it with the big hard dildo shoved deep inside her, pushing out against her cunt walls.
He began to work the dildo in and out as he tongued her and she felt the new sensations hit her immediately on the first thrust of the big weapon. Weapon? Yes, it was his weapon to enslave her for she knew she would be a slave to his tongue and to his tool. Tool? Yes, it was a tool and he was an artisan, a craftsman of love and sex and pleasure. He knew exactly how to give her the most pleasure. More than she had ever known.
His tongue moved with expertise. He lapped around in circles around the clit which he now freed from the grip of his teeth. He used it to stab at her clit and make it start with the shock of instant pleasure. He used it to stroke softly at her clit and linger as he passed it along her love button, making her climb the heavens slowly to new heights. He whipped it, letting her experience the sensation of pleasure-pain and the similarity of the two.
She was reaching new dimensions of ecstasy and delight. She felt she could stand no more pleasure when he gave her more. He reached to her tight brown ass-hole and touched it with his middle finger. One hand still worked the big dildo in and out in a steady, never altering, never stopping pace. Now the other hand was at her virgin ass-hole. And all the time his tongue was pleasuring her soaking cunt.
Marsha's ass-hole was already wet from all the love juices that had oozed down between her legs as she lay there. Though Sammy had been sucking and swallowing all that he could, she was just creaming too much even for him to take it all. It was beginning to pool on the ground beneath her ass. Her ass-hole was soaked from it.
Sammy had plenty of lubrication now to poke and finger her ass-hole without it hurting her. And it did not hurt her at all. It was the most exciting pleasure-pain she had ever experienced. She had never allowed anyone to touch her ass-hole before, always considering it the last taboo, the forbidden, dirty act of animals. But Sammy was so masterful in his ministrations of her pleasure, that she could deny him nothing. Her legs were spread wide for him, but at his touch at her ass-hole, she spread wider, spread till it hurt her to spread. But she wanted to be as open as possible for him.
His linger touched her brown hole and began to rub it gently. Then his rubbing became more forceful and finally his finger was inside her up to the first joint. She gasped with the shock of it but she did not resist and her legs remained spread wide for him. He did not probe deeper at first and merely began a slow massage of the dark territory he had gained. She felt the sensations reach deep within her and that at her ass and the big dildo at her cunt and his never ceasing tongue at her clit were all combining to send her high, send her brain out of her body, her pleasure outside of her brain and all of them circling each other in wild phantasmagoria in outer space. She was detached from her conscious and her body and brain and pleasure and pain were all colliding in wild ecstasy!
Then he inserted his ass finger all the way up her! He immediately began to yank it in and out, in and out in wild, pleasure-pain while the dildo and the tongue never stopped, while they did their work in front and the wave after wave of pleasure took her higher and higher and she was coming!
She was coming! She was coming! She was coming again and again and again! It was the tongue at her clit. It was the big dildo up her cunt. It was the finger in and out of her ass. It was the wine. It was Sammy. It was everything! She came and came again and again and again!
Finally, after it was over, she lay back exhausted. She could take no more. She could not experience another ounce of pleasure without going out of her mind from it. Sammy was just too great. He was just too fantastic. And she had thought that he might disappoint her by acting boyishly? What a joke. She was a mere child compared to Sammy. He was the master and she was the slave. And she had dared play love games with him, teasing him and amusing herself at what she believed was his clumsiness?
What a joke! What a stupid way for her to act. Sammy was terrific and he deserved the very best come she knew how to give him now. She would do anything now for him. He went all out for her. She did not know of one thing more he could have done for her, done to her. He had worked hard for her pleasure. Now she was going to give him his reward.
Marsha reached down to the bulge in his pants. She felt at it but the bulge was gone. Where was that hard-on that she had faced before as it bulged right through his pants?
"That was the dildo," Sammy explained. "I er ... I don't want any sex right now. Err-if it's all the same to you."
"Oh, Sammy," she answered frightened. "Did I do something to upset you? Did I displease you in any way?"
"No. Not at all, Marsha," he assured her. "You were fabulous. I enjoyed every minute of it. It's just that. Oh, I don't know. I just don't feel like sex now."
Marsha knew her men and she knew when she was being lied to. She knew there was something wrong. She did not know whether it was because of her or because of him. She suspected it was because of him because he carried a big dildo inside his pants. She did not know too many boys who carried dildos inside their pants or anywhere else for that matter. Although she knew some who had them.
Why did he need the dildo? she asked herself. Couldn't he get his own cock hard? Maybe he could not get his own cock hard and he needed the dildo to get on with women. He apparently really loved women the way he took so many pains to please her. And, oh, God, did he ever please her! She did not want to just be told he did not feel like sex and let it go at that. Here was a man who had pleased her more than she had ever been pleased and she wanted to continue to date him as long as she was in school. If there was a problem, she wanted to know about it. If he couldn't get it up, she would understand and she would help him. She knew lots of tricks, lots of turn-ons. She was certain she could get it up for him. All she wanted was a chance to prove to him that she could do it. She wanted a chance. But Sammy did not seem like he even wanted to discuss it. Not with her anyway.
"What is it Sammy?" Marsha asked now. She tried to make her voice as soft and understanding as possible so that he would know she was sincere and that she wished to really help him.
"There is nothing wrong," he answered angrily. She was not surprised that he answered angrily and she had almost expected it. Of course, he did not want to talk about it. She understood that he did not want to talk about it. She understood everything. She told him that. But he only answered angrily.
"You don't understand anything!"
"But I do, Sammy, I do, honest," she said. She pleaded with him with her eyes and she hoped and prayed he could see she loved him and wished more than anything to help him. To at least have the chance to play with his cock and get it up for him.
"Please let me hold your cock, Sammy. Please." She begged him with all her heart and he seemed genuinely touched by her pleas. He unzipped his fly and undid his belt buckle and waited for her to reach inside. Marsha reached inside and felt the small flaccid cock. It was little and tender and she brought it out to look at it. It looked as handsome as any other cock she had seen except it had a slight scar over its head. It was not much of a scar and she was sure it could not prevent the member from enlarging and standing out rigid for her.
She bent down and kissed it. It did not respond. She kissed it again and licked it but it remained limp. She stroked it and bounced it up and down and shook it and rubbed it against her big tits but it just hung there small and pitiful. She took it full in her mouth and sucked at it and began to tongue it all over. She looked up to see if he was watching her. That was important, she knew. Psychological sex was most of it and he had to be turned on by the sight of the naked girl at her knees before him, on the grass, with his cock in her mouth. But it did not get hard or even twitch for her as if it were about to harden. Marsha gave up sadly.
"Well, thank you for at least letting me try," she said. "How long have you had this problem?"
"I don't wish to talk about it," he told her. And apparently he didn't because try as she would, she could not get Sammy to discuss with her why he could not get a hard-on.
Marsha went to sleep that night with the room spinning around her as the wine was coursing through her veins. She tried to think about Sammy's soft cock but it depressed her to linger on the subject. Yet she really wanted to help him. Only not tonight, she thought.
Tonight she did not want to think about anything but the great sex she had had. Another day she would think about his problem. Maybe it was just the day and not a permanent thing. She had heard men could experience minor impotence, minor periods of time in which there is a lot on their minds or a drug or alcohol problem.
She could understand how a freshman, new to the big university would have a lot on his mind. She could understand how he might experience some minor problems. Minor ones, of course. But that scar on his cock. What the hell was that scar on his cock? It was not very big and it did not look very new or very painful. But she couldn't help thinking now as she lay in bed, that maybe that had something to do with his impotence.
She let the room spin freely and she let herself get carried along for the ride. She hoped she would not get sick. She usually got sick when the room spun around. She had downed so much wine. It had all gone down so easily, so quickly. She had made promises to herself before, never to get that drunk again but now she was seeing the room spin and it was too late. She was drunk and there was nothing to do about it but ride it out.
That was the last thing she remembered, the room spinning around. Now she was here in some dark cellar or dungeon with her body terribly tortured in a hideous position that strained every muscle in her body and made her ache so that she could not breathe without difficulty. The helplessness of it, the humility at being naked and bound and unable to see or move or cry out for help was unbearable.
She heard footsteps. Someone was coming to help her! She tried to move but even the thought of moving caused pressure on the thongs and cut and ripped at her tender cunt. Oh, what a cruel, cruel way to tie someone, she thought.
The footsteps were getting closer now. Surely whomever it was could see her there. Unless there was no light at all in the cellar or wherever she was. Maybe it was dark even beyond her blindfold. What if he accidentally tripped over her! Oh, Christ! That would kill her! If she were moved even the slightest, it would snap her neck and rip her cunt! Oh, Christ!
Marsha managed to moan softly. That was all she could do. But certainly that was enough to be 'heard by whomever was there. Everything else was silent.
The footsteps came close to her. Right near her. They stopped just above her. Was this a friend? Or was this the person who had so cruelly done this terrible thing to her?
Marsha waited. She could do nothing but wait. It seemed like forever. She tried moaning again but her moans met with no response. She waited. Yes, this had to be the awful person standing above her who had tied her so painfully. She wished she could see who it was. She wished she could see his face. She did not want to think about what his face must look like. She was certain it was the face of a monster. She wished the face mask was off so he could see the pain on her face and the tears in her eyes. But she was sure he knew she was in pain. She was sure he knew she was crying. That was the whole purpose for keeping her bound in this way. If there was any purpose to an evil mind, she thought.
Her right foot and lower leg were beginning to cramp now and she knew there was going to be nothing she could do about it. First the cramp began slowly and then it was upon her in a frightfully rapid rush that knotted her poor foot and leg muscles in a spasmic cramp that flooded her with pure pain! She moaned as loudly as she could and tried not to move but the leather was already deep into the soft flesh of her cunt lips and she was certain she was bleeding there where it was cutting into her.
She moaned and tried everything in her power to remain still, but she had to try to move her leg to ease the cramping pain. As she moved, the stiff, inch wide leather strip cut deep into her soft cunt and tender ass-cheeks and she knew now for sure she was bleeding. It hurt her all over now and as a chain reaction, her neck and back began to cramp violently.
Her moans were louder now because it didn't matter much, anymore whether she moved too much by moaning, and the moaning even helped a little. Then she heard the voice boom above her.
"Don't play act pain for me, bitch!" he said. "I know you were silent before I came to stand near you. Now you want to impress me by the amount of pain you are suffering. If, you really felt pain, you would not be able to move or moan at at all. Apparently, I've not done a very good job in binding you to your torture stake."
Not a good, job, she thought! Christ, she was going to die! He was going to kill her if he gave her anymore pain! As though he knew her thoughts, he spoke again.
"Listen to this, whore!"
Marsha heard the swish of a whip sail close to her head. God no! He's going to whip me! she thought I couldn't take a whipping! Never! Never in this crazy position! I just couldn't take a whipping like this! She began to cramp even more now and she fought to control her bladder now as stark fear gripped her. The man was mad! Whack! She heard him strike the stone floor near her legs. She flinched uncontrollably and her bladder let loose and the madman stood above her and roared out his laughter as she remained cramped and motionless beneath him and cried and moaned.
"You pig!" he shouted finally. "You will be punished for your mess!"
Punished, she nearly screamed out in her head! What is he doing to me now if I am going to be punished? What the fuck does he call this treatment?
Whack! Whack! Twice the whip cut into her soft thighs which were spread wide for him. He hit her up near the cunt, but of course, she could do nothing but moan louder. The cruel leather burned hot across her flesh but she could not move. Even if she were not bound now, she could not move because her body was so crippled with cramps.
"Those two welts will remind you of my first visit to you, long after I am gone. Long after your cramps go away. Yes, I know your muscles are cramping. You are so open to me, I can see everything. Even the muscles beneath your skin. But your moans annoy me. Sometimes they turn me on and I can get a hard-on. But right now, they annoy me and that is why you were punished. Two lashes are nothing. Count yourself fortunate, Marsha. I could have let the whip dance along you for hours and you would have been helpless to do anything but moan for my pleasure."
Marsha heard the footsteps walking away. He knew her name. How did he know her name. There was something familiar about his voice. She knew him from somewhere! But where!
Wait! Something he said. What was it? Something he said! What did he say? Something about moaning. Sometimes the moans turn him on and he can get a hard-on! Sammy! Oh, God! It's Sammy!
Why would Sammy want to do this to me? Why? I would help him. Any way I could. I would do anything for him, she thought. Why? It made no sense. He seemed so nice. He worked so hard to give me pleasure. Now he is working just as hard to bring me pain. Why? Sometimes the moans turn him on and he is able to get a hard-on! Christ, she thought. I would have moaned for him. If I had only known. I would even have let him whip me mildly, if that's what does it. But not this. Not this hell.
Marsha's cramps were beginning to untwist themselves now but she could not really feel her limbs at all now. She did feel the shame of having pissed herself. Right there in front of Sammy. Sammy, Sammy the madman.
Was he the kidnapper on the campus, she thought. Yes, he had to be. Yes, he had kidnapped her and he must have taken others. This must be his prison, wherever that was. What had happened to the others. Had he killed them. No one had ever heard from any of them anymore and that was months now.
Oh, Sammy, she thought. Will you kill me too, Sammy? Will you kill me after giving me so much pleasure last night. More pleasure than I have ever known before. Will you also give me more pain than I have ever known before?
Last night? Did she say, last night? She was not certain now just how long she had been his prisoner. One night or two or three. She had been bound in the cruel darkness for an eternity.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue enrolled as per the department directive,. A full curriculum of courses. They wanted to be certain she caught this guy. They wanted to be sure her path crossed his and she had every opportunity to be his next victim.
Now it was victim number five. A girl named Marsha was taken from her room last night. She had dated a freshman named Sammy last night but Sue was sure Sammy had nothing to do with it. Not with an endearing name like Sammy and not him because he had brought her back to the dormitory afterwards. There were witnesses to that.
True, it was a first date with him. But one of the dorm girls remembers Marsha's drunken ramblings about how great Sammy was at making her come. He apparently had had a wonderful relationship with her. It could not have been Sammy. Whoever was responsible for these crimes was no doubt a perverted madman. Not a sweet boy like Sammy who could please a girl so much on a first date.
Still, she thought with a devilish grin, I might have to go on a first date with Sammy, just to check him out. Professionally, of course, she added smiling.
No, the other four had disappeared after dating blind dates they did not know. Boys who had gotten their number somehow and called them with whatever line they used and arranged a final date. Sue was sure the callers were the same. There was one girl besides Marsha who was definitely taken from her bed at night, that too after a "wonderful" blind date. But Sue did not know whether the fourth girl was taken after her date or after she returned home because no one saw her return and her bed was messed with come but she had a reputation for seeing several boys in one night and sleeping around.
But Sue had been doing a lot of asking around and she found out what the uniformed cops were not able to find out. All of the girls were rather whorish in their conduct. Most of the kids were reluctant to tell the cops that because they hated cops for one thing and they distrusted them for another. Distrusted them for sneaky police work, like using undercover people.
Sue kept her ears open and she was learning fast. Her best chance of catching this madman, or more correctly, being caught by him, was to act as whorishly as possible. She would start with that boy Sammy. He was as-likely a start as any of them, better than most of the other prospects because he was the last one to date the girl. Sue was to have a class with Sammy that night. She would try to go out with him afterward.
Here we go again, being sexually exploited. But she refused to think too much about that. That only made her bitter and resentful and then she couldn't do the best job she knew how to do. She would just think about the date tonight with Sammy, sweet Sammy who could please a girl so much on the first date.
And why not, she thought boldly. Why not enjoy part of the job. Why not let Sammy please her the way he had pleased Marsha. She would not even take along her portable radio. She wouldn't put it past those bastards at the department to have it rigged so that every sound they made was being recorded or transmitted even though she hadn't turned it on. That was like them. No wonder the kids hated them.
Sue had talked them out of using a body microphone on her in the event she did get taken and it was discovered on her. He would kill her for sure then, knowing she was a cop. She would have a better chance to live without it and besides, she'd have a better chance to find the others if she did not have it and was taken to them just as though she were an ordinary prisoner. Ordinary? Was there anything ordinary about this guy. Yes, she thought. That was a possibility. He might be as ordinary as, say, Sammy, for instance. Sammy, she smiled. What a cute name for a college freshman. Yes, she would look forward to dating Sammy and being pleased the way he had pleased Marsha.
Girls at the dorm said Marsha raved about his sexual prowess. Sue wanted part of that prowess right between her legs. Why should she let the job get her down. She would let it get her down her own way. Without the snooping eyes and ears of the department listening. She could just hear them in the locker room back in the stationhouse. "Hey, man, you wanna hear somethin' good? Listen to that new police woman get the shit screwed outta her when she was doin' undercover work. She don't know we got the tape, so don't let on you heard nothing."
Yes, that was like them. No thanks, she would do her under-the-covers work in private. She grinned at her own joke and closed her eyes and tried to picture the big hard-on Sammy was going to ram up inside her cunt.
Sammy sat at the back of the class in Professor Miller's class. Sue watched him as he entered and she hurried to occupy a seat next to him. He paid her no mind so she decided to speak out boldly, maybe even trampishly because he had been attracted to Marsha and Sue had heard that Marsha and all the other victims were trampish.
"I'm new at school here, kind of feeling my way around, know what I mean. You don't mind if I sit here, back of the room with you, do you?" she asked. She tried to make her voice light and careless and yet husky with a sexy confidential tone that would make Sammy an instant co-conspirator in her ploys.
Sammy smiled at her pretty face and nodded his approval.
"See, I'm starting late this year 'cause I got in this hassle with a guy I was living with so I ran off and decided to finish my education. Know what I mean? I mean fuck him if he thinks I'm going to just bang for him night after night and never have some fun for myself." Sue tried to pull it off but she was not certain whether she was going too far.
"My name is Sammy," he said simply with a nice smile. She liked his smile and hated to appeal to him the way she was. She would have liked him better if he was the type who was turned off by loud mouthed broads, as-she referred to girls who spoke the way she did.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Sue. How are you, Sammy?" Sue smiled sweetly for him and she hoped she was being charming. She hoped she was turning him on. She looked down between his legs to check for a bulge and when she looked up his eyes were on her. He was smiling. She smiled back and pretended to be embarrassed at being caught looking at his crotch.
"Just checking," she giggled girlishly. Yes, she was just checking all right. She wanted to have a good time tonight, if it was to be tonight that they were going out together. She wanted that big hard-on up inside her. But there had been no bulge in his pants. Well, she had not gotten to him yet. But she would. If not now, then, she would get to him later. And she did not care if he was small initially.
She had seen a young boy's pecker once when it was small and then seen it big and threatening to bust out of its skin.
So she didn't suffer under the popular misconception that a small cock when soft, means a small cock when erect. Man, he must have been something to have made Marsha rave on like that She no doubt has had lots of boys, being the tramp she was. And to have her rave over sweet Sammy must have been something to see. The whole scene must have been wild.
"Would you mind filling me in on some back work, in this class?" she asked him.
"I don't mind at all. But not in class. It's too distracting and I have my scholastic average to keep up. But if you're free right after class, maybe you and I could go somewhere for a drink." He had such clean white teeth when he smiled and Sue knew she was going to like him. She smiled her best for him and she knew her mouth was wide and sensuous and her teeth too were clean and bright and capable of turning on a man with just a smile. She tossed the hair sensuously out of her eyes and smiled at him and even managed a wink she was sure was not over doing it.
It seemed like forever before the class was over and they both got into his car and drove off the campus. It was dark and she was sure none of the undercover plain-clothed cops saw her get in his car. She kept looking behind her nervously but she did not think that they were being followed.
"Why do you keep looking behind you?" Sammy asked her suspiciously.
"Oh, for no reason, really," she answered. She had not been aware that it had been so obvious. "I just hate the thought of being followed. See, the guy I was living with used to follow me around all the time and try to catch me fucking around on him. You ain't got to worry about that 'cause we both split up and he's three hundred miles from here. But the habit stays with me. Looking over my shoulder and all that shit."
Sammy laughed. He seemed to be enjoying her company, she thought. All she had to do was keep up the trampy stuff, keep turning him on and he was sure to give her some of the same good loving he had given Marsha.
Sue wondered about that as they drove along. She wondered about what they had done, what he did that made him so special. He must have had a super dick or a super tongue. Or both. He must know how to treat a girl, too. How to make a girl beg for more and more and give them everything he has.
Damn, she wondered where Marsha was now, if she were alive or dead somewhere. Sue had no way of knowing the sad truth. She had no way of knowing that "sweet" Sammy had bound her in the crudest position he could think of at the time and left her all that day. Marsha still remained bound as she was while Sammy and Sue drove along looking for a tavern to stop at. Sammy hadn't given her a moment of relief, not a drop of water to wet her parched and tortured mouth.
Sammy stopped the car by the park. Sue was surprised but she didn't care where he fucked her as long as he did it soon. Her panties were already wet from the anticipation of the big event.
"I have a bottle of wine in the back seat," he told her. "Why not go into the park together and sit awhile and have a few drinks and talk things over."
"Sure, Sammy," Sue said. "I'd like that just fine."
He took her hand as they entered the park. Sue read the sign at the entrance. It said no one was allowed into the park after dark. That was fine. They would not be disturbed.
Sue could hardly wait. His hand felt so masterful that she melted and let her body relax and placed her trust completely in him. It was good to trust people again. As a cop she was trained not to trust anyone. She hated that. She hated the coldness of her job. That and the sexual exploitation.
She put the thought of Mr. Fairfax out of her mind. That old bastard was probably doing his handcuff number on some other unsuspecting girl. It was her own fault with the old fuck, she knew. She should never have trusted him. She should never have stayed late after everyone left and been alone with him. A girl is helpless when she leaves herself wide open like that. She is just asking for trouble and she has no one to blame but herself. Yes, the old fuck would have dragged her through all the courts and they would have ruled in his favor because they would all know that there was no one to blame but herself.
Sue was glad she could trust Sammy. After all, she knew what he was going to do. They both knew what he was going to do and they both wanted it and both of them would do the best they knew how to do to please the other. Sue enjoyed the idea of pleasing someone to the fullest. That was the way it should be. Not like what the old fuck had done to her, got his old horny rocks off and then left her there to pull herself back together while he watched and amused himself with his "conquest".
Sue would be no man's conquest ever again. She would take her enjoyment where she found it and she would take it on her own terms. It was a short, especially in police work, so she may as well enjoy it, she reasoned.
Sammy begun very nicely. The wine was good and he casually reached across and undid her blouse as they sat there talking and drinking. He was a little nervous, she noticed and he fumbled a lot but he got the job done. Sue wore no bra and so she merely sat there on the grass and let her naked titties feel the night breeze blow across them. That felt good and she wanted to be naked for him to see, for the night wind to blow, across all of her.
She wanted to take all of her clothes off but she waited for him. She knew it excited him to do it. She could tell by the way his hand shook. She would let him have his fun with her, any way it turned him on.
But he seemed in no hurry and that annoyed her terribly. She leaned over close to him and let her soft shoulder brush up against his shoulder. But he held the bottle and stared out at the lights at the far end of the park and and didn't seem to notice.
"The breeze feels great on my naked boobies," she said to him. "The rest of my body is getting jealous for the same treatment."
She didn't want to have to lower herself to have to ask to be stripped but maybe that was what turned him on too, she didn't know. If lowering herself did the trick, she would find new lows to which to stoop. Anything to be able to rave at the end of the evening the way Marsha had.
Sammy turned to her slowly. He smiled his white, sweet, pretty smile and he reached out to the rest of her clothes. He had her stripped in no time at all.
"Ah, that feels so good," she said. "But I want to see you too."
"You will," he said. "You will have plenty of time to see me. You will stare into darkness for hours on end and see my face before you. All in good time, my dear. All in good time."
He smiled so sweetly at her that she did not catch the double meaning of his words. She closed her eyes and lay back and he was at her throat, kissing her gently, wetly, tonguing her in random flicks that sent chills along her body.
His mouth was magic! She lay back and enjoyed the things he was doing, knowing all the time that she had promised herself that she would please him too, that she would give as much pleasure as she got. But she was helpless against the spell of his tongue. His tongue made a slave of her and she just lay back and let him do whatever he wished to her. He licked her entire body. There was not a spot he missed, from the top of her head, to the soles of her feet. She squirmed and writhed with the pleasure of his wet, lapping tongue.
He knew exactly how to do it, exactly how to use it to the utmost in pleasure-giving. He left her cunt for last. She was dying! She knew he was going to eat that last and it was killing her with the excitement of the wait.
He had just begun now on her ass-hole. First the ass-hole, then the cunt, that was what he had told her. And she let him talk to her like that. No one had ever done anything to her ass-hole and he came right out and announced that her ass-hole was going to be tongued and eaten and then her cunt was going to get the same treatment, only better.
She felt the wild sensation now as his tongue flicked across her brown spot. She lay on her chest with her ass high up to his face and she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks for him. Her ass-hole was wide open for him and he used that position now to his advantage. He let his tongue glide smoothly, wetly along her crack and over her hole. Then again, only this time he flicked out with his tongue as it passed and it caught her hole right where it was puckered and tense and he immediately made it relax. It opened out slowly as Sue relaxed and suddenly his tongue was up inside, just for a second as it made its pass again. It was in and out in a flash but Sue caught the full effect of it as the crazy sensations ran up inside her body.
When his' tongue came back this time, it did not pass by. It stayed at the brown hole and began a violent whipping that would have caused her to involuntarily tense except that he now had her hole so that it belonged in his power, where it was completely submissive to his tongue. It would not tense or do anything to hinder the actions of his tongue. It would just stay open for his touch.
Sue's cunt was dripping wet now. She felt her cunt juices run down her thighs as she stayed in the kneeling position with her face and breasts in the grass. She let the juices flow and did not try to block them because she knew it was all lubrication for the big dick she knew was sure to follow.
He had a masterful tongue. She could hardly wait for him to eat her cunt. She understood now what Marsha had raved about and yet Sammy had not even begun on her cunt. His tongue was at her ass-hole and he seemed in no hurry to leave it. He was scrubbing it clean with his tongue and making her cunt fluids flow at the same time. He tried to push his tongue up into the resisting brown dot and she relaxed and he was able to get it up part way. It was a wild new feeling for her and she did not want him to stop. She wanted him to somehow eat her cunt and ass-hole at the same time, it was so fucking great! But finally she couldn't take anymore. She pulled away from his tongue and turned over on her back. She spread her legs as wide as possible.
"Here! Here! Fuck me! Tongue me! Eat the shit out of my dripping cunt! Do everything to me! Anything and everything!"
His mouth went right down on her cunt. She was so wet she could feel the juices flow over her thighs as his tongue entered her cunt, right between the plump, juicy lips that guarded the precious pink inner lips that surrounded the little nub of hard clitoris.
His flickering tongue went directly to the clit and he whipped it savagely back and forth and she whipped her head and hair back and forth because she could not take the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. He knew exactly how to use his tongue on her. He pushed his whole mouth down on her cunt and sucked as hard as he could until he created a new deluge of cunt juices flowing.
And then his finger began at her ass-hole. He took up with his finger where his tongue had left off and she thrilled as she felt the long finger slowly enter and continue its way up inside her. Now she was alive with passion and she could not stop her hips from bobbing up and down. It was torture at her ass, but oh, such sweet torture! He moved his finger in and out, in and out in rapid strokes and she moved her hips to his thrusts and pulls. She felt her insides being poked and pulled and raped.
And she loved all of it. He had something at her cunt entrance now. She was not sure what it was but she suspected a dildo and she was scared. But again she relaxed for him and he pushed it up inside her wet cunt.
It was huge! My God! she thought. He'll tear me apart with it! But he did not tear her apart. Although the big dildo was tight up against her cunt walls, and although he worked it savagely in and out of her, she felt nothing but pleasure. Pleasure at her ass and pleasure at her cunt. Pleasure at her tortured clit too as he bit it now and held it between his teeth and flicked his tongue hard, back and forth across it.
She was in ecstasy! He was sucking and tonguing her clit and nipping it at the same time the huge dildo was slamming her cunt hole and the long thick finger was poking and pulling at her ass.
She was coming! God, she was coming! Up and up she rose on the soaring passion he poured into her! She was coming, reaching new heights of intensity, new areas of lust and pleasure she had never known existed. The passion consumed her and filled her and she could take no more. But he gave her more and she came again. Again. She came more times than she could keep track of.
He was marvelous! He did things to her no one else had ever done. He made her comes complete, total and all-consuming. What a wonderful man, she thought. What a gloriously wonderful man.
"Oh man, Sammy, I've never come like that before!" she told him breathiessly. "You've made me come several times, all at once and then one right after another."
Sammy smiled. He was happy for her, she thought. She saw no sinister intentions behind his smile.
"I want to make you come now, Sammy. Come like you've never come before. Any way you'd like it. Anything. Just tell me."
"I don't want to come, Sue," he said calmly. Sue did not understand and she showed her puzzlement with an enigmatic smile, then a frown. Had she done something to annoy him, she asked herself.
"What's wrong, Sammy," she asked.
"Nothing is wrong. I'm just not in the mood. I have to be in the mood."
Sue reached out and touched his crotch. She felt the small cock inside his pants. He was small and soft and she knew either she had not done something he wanted her to do or she had done something to displease him. She couldn't figure it out. But she felt a sickening disappointment She wanted to please him. She wanted more than anything else to make him love her and want her always in his bed, always under him as he humped away at her.
"It's not your fault," he told her to reassure her meI've got a lot on my mind lately, or something like that and I can't seem to get it up. Just a temporary thing. It will all be back to normal in a day or so."
Sue reached inside his pants and felt the soft cock. She tried to fondle and massage it and even shake it a bit inside his pants. But it would not get hard. She felt awful for him.
"Soft off," she said. "Have you ever heard of a soft off, where a guy can come when it's soft?"
"Yes, I've heard of it. But it's not that common and it definitely will not work in my case. No sense even trying."
"But I want to try," she said. "I must give it a try."
"It won't do any good."
But Sue was already unbuckling his pants. She took down the zipper and began to pull at him and at his clothes until his pants were down to his ankles and he was lying flat on his back.
Sue let her hands run along his body in a steady gentle petting session. Her both hands were in constant motion. She was attempting to calm him, ease his body tensions before she began on his cock. He seemed to be calm and comfortable and Sue turned all her attention to his limp dick.
She picked it up between her thumb and forefinger and let it drop with a slapping popping sound to his abdomen. She picked it up again and fondled it gently between her fingers and her palm. She let it rest lightly in her palm and massaged it tenderly with one hand, working the fingers against it as it lay in her grip. It remained soft.
She tried shaking it. It stayed soft. She shook it violently but it was unresponsive. She held it as it lay across one hand and stroked it gently with the other as one strokes a small animal. It did not even stir. She tried talking to it. It looked dead.
Then she bent down and kissed its head. She took it in her mouth and sucked it as far into her throat as she could but it was not big enough to even make her gag. She let her tongue work at it, licking along the sides of it, flicking at it and whipping it along its underside. But all to no avail.
She stopped trying to arouse it with her mouth and held it again in her hand.
"It looks so thin. If it were only a little longer, you could whip me a little with it," she told him. As she spoke she felt a very slight stirring in her hand. Maybe, she thought, if I speak about pain, it might turn him on. She had read a lot about men who are turned on by pain.
"Yes," she continued. "It would be lovely to be whipped by your cock. It would slap hard against my skin and make me cringe. It might even leave long red welts on me. All over me. Over my naked ass and my wet cunt, everywhere!"
It was stirring now! Sue was delighted. It was actually filling out and beginning to look like a hard-on. She bent down to kiss it before she continued speaking.
"You can tie me up if you'd like. Spread eagled on the bed. Face up. Then you could really do a job on me with whips and things. I'd scream and cry out in pain but you wouldn't have to stop. You could keep beating me until I was unconscious. Until I was dead."
Sue stopped now, realizing what she was saying, realizing that this nice guy Sammy had been the last one to see Marsha before she disappeared. She felt a sudden fear run through her body. But the cock was now rock hard in her hands! She was scared but she was happy too, that she was able to get it hard for him. She just hoped he appreciated it by fucking her and not hurting her. But she knew she had turned him on to hurting her. She prayed he would know the difference between fantasy and reality.
"Can I tie your hands while I fuck you?" he asked her gently. Sue thought for a moment. His voice sounded so timid and shy. He was probably just fantasizing. He probably did not even have any rope.
"Sure, Sammy," she told him. "You can do anything to me you want. I'll be your slave."
"Thank you, Sue," he said as he pulled a short length of rope from his pocket. "I really want to thank you for getting me hard. You're a special girl. A very special girl."
Sue was shocked at the sight of the rope. But he was being gentle and he did say she was special. That made her feel good. She put out her two wrists to be bound. Sammy quickly tied her. He tied her tighter than she thought he would. Tighter than she wanted him to tie her. It hurt. She told him so.
"It's supposed to hurt. That's the whole idea," he answered. Now Sue was really frightened. Not by what he said so much, but by how he said it. The humbleness was gone from his voice. The thankfulness was gone. There was a cold hardness there. She had heard of prostitutes who try to avoid men like Sammy. They always get beat up badly, she remembered.
Sammy was smiling down at her now as she lay on her back in the grass. He was taking off the rest of his clothes and his cock was huge now. It was rock hard and it throbbed its victory over her face as she looked up at him.
She experienced a helpless feeling as she lay there. And pain as the ropes cut into her soft skin. But he was going . .o have her now. Now there was no way she could stop him. She only prayed that all he wanted to do was fuck her. She only prayed she was right in believing he had nothing to do with Marsha's disappearance.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sammy smiled down at her and she answered his smile with a gentle smile of her own. Slap! Sammy slapped her hard across her face and she cried out in pain.
"I didn't tell you, you could smile, whore," he said coldly. Sue's heart raced now as fear washed through her body. No one knew they were there in the park. She had made sure no one was following them. She had left the portable radio behind. She had done everything wrong! She prayed he would not hurt her too much before he got his rocks off. And she prayed he was not responsible for Marsha and the others disappearing.
Slap! He hit her again. Then he suddenly gripped one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed.
"Ouch!" Sue screamed. She was answered by another slap.
"I don't want you to scream, whore," he told the terrified girl. "I want you to moan. Moan. Make your moans long and make them sound painful or I'll really give you something to moan about."
"Okay, Sammy. Anything you say, Sammy. Just don't hurt me, all right, Sammy," she said, respect in her voice as she tried to appease his madness. Madness? Did she think him mad? Oh, God, she hoped and prayed he was not the madman!
"Don't call me 'Sammy', " he told her. "I am your master. You must address me as your master."
"Yes, master," Sue answered very frightened. She prayed it was all just a game and that he did not believe his own words. Playing this way is one thing. But to actually believe it is another.
Her master was between her legs now and she spread willingly for him. She much preferred to fuck for him than to be beaten by him. But she had the feeling she was to receive both a fucking and a beating. Hopefully at the same time. It would be easier to take at the same time, the pleasure countering the pain, contrasting it, even augmenting it. She hoped she was not to receive a beating before he fucked her when he was blindly, madly hot. Or afterward, when he was cold and calculating and cruel. Before and during would not be as bad as afterward. If he beat her up afterward, then he was really a madman as far as she was concerned. That would convince her, even if he did let her go afterward.
Christ, even if he didn't hurt her anymore, she would still suspect him of Marsha's disappearance after what he had just done. She would just have to try not to anger him, try to keep him calm and appeased. She would have to humor him and go along with whatever he told her. No matter how weird or distasteful. If she fought him, he would hurt her. She prayed he would not kill her.
Sue began to moan slowly, softly as though she were in pain. She would play-act. That wasn't so bad, she told herself. If she just though of it as playacting, it could even be fun.
"Your moans are not good enough," he snapped at her. He slapped her several times across the face. He hit her hard and she was crying now out of pain, out of shock, out of total fear.
"Stop! Please stop," she said to him. "I can't take it anymore. I don't want to fuck anymore!"
"Shut up, bitch," he told her and he slapped her again. "You are mine and you are not getting away. Ever."
He had his cock at her cunt now and he was hard as a rock. He thrust it up inside her hard and she felt the sudden intrusion as a violation of her sacred body. Rape was different than making love. Now it was a gross indignity. Now it was shame and disgrace and an awful violation of her womanhood.
He was pounding his big cock inside her now and he was hammering hard and fast. He has to come right away, she thought. At the pace he's going, he has to come soon. But he was pinching her nipple with one hand and with the other he had reached beneath her and was at her ass-hole.
She moaned now for real at the pain he was inflicting at her breast. But his other hand scared her too. He jammed his middle finger up inside her ass about an inch or so and he then brought his thumb to bear from the outside in a steady, excruciating pinching that drove her now to the depths of pain. She screamed and moaned and he pumped away faster now, totally enraptured by her agony.
She screamed louder. As loud as she could and his hand left her nipple and the next thing she knew, she had a handkerchief stuffed deep inside her mouth. After that, all she could do was moan loudly, painfully.
Her wrists were bleeding now as the rope cut cruelly deep. Her arms were above her head as she lay on the grass and the pain he was inflicting upon her was causing her to writhe and make the ropes cut more. Also she knew, her writhing was making him hotter, giving him all the more pleasure. She tried to stop but the pain was too unbearable as his pinching continued at her nipple.
Well, maybe if she moved he would come faster and stop this madness. But what then? What would happen then? Would he kill her because he would be afraid she'd sign criminal charges against him? Would he kill her and hide her body, the way he did all the others? But she was not sure he was the one. Not sure? she screamed in her mind! Hell, yes! She was sure! What the hell was she going to do now?
Kick him! Yes, kick him in the balls! They had taught her that in the police academy. As he got off her, she would have the perfect opportunity to kick him between the legs. Then she could run for help. Even naked. She didn't care. She'd run and scream and someone would help her.
But she'd better be accurate, she thought. If she missed, he would be angry enough to kill her, she knew. So, she wouldn't miss. It would be hard to miss with him right above her like that. She would take her time and make sure she got him good.
She felt her body writhing helplessly beneath the weight of him. She felt the force of his driving, hot hard-on as he slammed into her and caused her helpless young body to rock and reel at every hunch of his body.
She felt the big cock rubbing the walls of her cunt, rubbing against her clit. But she was experiencing no pleasure. She was experiencing total fear. He was moaning too now as he rode her. He was going to come soon. He was pumping fast and hard and he was breathing heavily as he fucked her poor, helpless cunt.
His fingers at her nipple kept rolling the hard little button back and forth in rapid movements that brought tears to her eyes. His awful pinching at her ass was sending pain up to her throat! He was a madman! But he knew how to give maximum pain! That he conld . reason very well in his twisted mind, she thought.
Just as he had previously brought her to new heights of pleasures, just as he had given her complete ecstasy before, now he was plunging her to the depths of the utmost pain, giving her the ultimate agony, forcing her to experience the maximum degradation and shame.
He was moaning more now. Louder. He was going to come now, she could tell. He was going to come. What the hell was she going to do then? Yes, she had to kick him in the balls. She had to kick his balls back up to his fucking throat! Kick him and then run like all hell. All living fucking hell, as fast as she could go, naked or not!
He was coming! She felt his big cock stiffen even more, swell ever harder. She felt his first spray of hot come splash up inside her. It was followed by another squirt, more hot fluid this time. He shot again and this time he it was a long violent squirt of hot come that threatened to fill her to her guts and then spill back out her cunt. He came a lot. She wondered how long it had been since he had come, how long since he had a hard-on. Was he filling her with the come that had built up and was long overdue? Or had he emptied himself inside Marsha before he killed her?
He finished his come but his hands continued still to punish her nipples and ass-hole. She continued to moan with the handkerchief deepin her throat. Her theory that the person responsible for the disappearance of the girls was keeping them somewhere was all gone now from her head. She was going to die if she let Sammy have his way. She was going to be killed by his madman's hands and then he was going to do gruesome things to her body before he got rid of her. Then no one would ever find her body. No one would see or hear from her again and they would all know she was dead somewhere but they would never know where, never have a decent burial, never have her killer caught and brought to justice.
Justice? The only justice for him was to have his cock and ball cut off and rammed down his throat until he croaked to death!
Sammy was getting off her now. Now was her only chance! Now she had to kick him as hard as she could between the legs and splatter his balls all over the ground! Sammy stood up. His legs were slightly apart. This would be her only opportunity, she knew. She had to take it. She would not get another. Sue kicked out as hard as she could. She missed! She missed and caught him on the thigh and his legs closed suddenly in self-protection!
He was all over her now. He slapped her hard again and again across the face. He kept on slapping her and he did not stop until she was unconscious at his feet.
She dreamed she was dying. Then she dreamed she was dead. She was floating, floating and sailing through the air. She was in another world, a fantasy world. Then things were happening to her. She was not certain what was happening to her but she knew she was beginning again to experience pain and she did not want to come out of the fantasy and face the reality of her pain. She fought to stay unconscious now but she was beginning to feel the pulling at her body. The stretching and pulling and pain. It was all black and she could see nothing or even hear nothing. She could taste something hard and rubbery in her mouth, like a rubber ball that forced her mouth in a most painful position. Her jaws ached and she felt the pressure of the " straps around her head that kept the ball tightly in place. It also felt like a tight blindfold of some kind around her head, like a tight rubber face mask.
Her back was killing her. The pain was excruciating. There was some kind of leather band around her waist. It was wide and stiff and its edges were cutting into her soft flesh. But the band was pulling her upward. She tried to fight against it, to pull back down or to push up even more to ease the pressure. That was when she realized that she was suspended in the air! Her feet and hands could not grab onto nor push against anything so that she could ease the pressure. There were similar leather bands around her wrists and ankles, around her thighs, around her neck. Her legs were spread wide apart, leaving her completely vulnerable. She was suspended by the leather bands at her wrists, ankles, thighs, neck and waist and she faced upward now, she knew. She was also pulled down, anchored like a ship at all the same places from where she was being hung.
Her back was arched painfully high and she could not move up nor down and her head was pulled all the way back from the thongs at her neck, her thighs were pulled wide apart by thongs that pulled outward. Her feet and hands were not able to touch or feel anything and she hung gagged and blindfolded and completely disoriented.
"Are you afraid?" she heard a voice ask harshly. It was Sammy's voice, she knew. "Don't be afraid. You are not far off the floor. Your cunt is exactly at my cock level. I have used this position before with other women. It works wonderfully. It is delightful. You are always at the threshold of pain. Always at the brink of feeling its excruciating throes wrack through your body. But when I start rocking you with my cock deep inside you, you will really know pain. And with the gag you will not be able to scream or even beg for mercy. All you can do is moan. Moaning keeps my cock hard so that I can torture you all the more."
He was a madman, Sue thought. Christ, how long could he keep her like this? As though he read her mind, he answered her.
"I intend to keep you in this position forever. I can force-feed you in this position and you are free to shit and piss all over yourself. I have slaves to clean up the mess. But as for you entertaining thoughts of ever moving again, forget it. You will die in this position. After awhile, time will mean nothing to you. What is one day or one month when you are a slave in bondage? What is night or day when you are blindfolded. What are the seasons of the year when you are bound in one position and used only as a convenient fucking machine? That is all you are, whore. Just a convenient fucking machine. Do you realized what I have done to others in the position you are in? I have screwed them while resting scalding hot cups of coffee on their delicate bellies. They could not move a muscle nor utter a word of protest. They would feel the intense heat through the cup, but they could not move. They could only moan wildly. Their moaning, as I have said, turns me on and gives me a hard-on.
"You see, it's a long story. There is a little scar on the head of my dick. It is not enough in itself to keep me from getting it up when I want. It is the psychological scar deep below it which does that. My mother caught me playing with myself as a boy. I was masturbating furiously and was unaware of her presence until I felt the whip lash across the head of my dick. It cut my cock and made it bleed. It healed with a scar. But the scar below is the worse. How could my mother do such a thing to me? She screamed at me, the whole time, calling me immoral.
"And do you know how we lived, I with no father, living only with my mother? We lived off her prostitution! She-the whore-accusing me of being immoral! Imagine that if you can! But you can. I'm sure you can. You too are a whore. You must know. If you do not know, you will have a very long time to find out. You will be here for a long time. No one will find you. No one will hear your screams, even if I ever took the gag out long enough for you to scream. There is simply no one anywhere nearby who can hear you.
"I know you are in pain, cunt. But do not worry. You will have a long time to get used to pain. I will be using you as a living table to rest things upon. All weight will feel like tons per square inch when you can not even move under it. Hot or cold objects? It makes no difference after awhile. All your reactions will be the same. Unable to move, you muscles will convulse wildly and you will moan and I will dick you as you are moaning and convulsing. It will be loads of fun.
"But to continue with the tale of my darling mother. She was practicing her art one day as I watched from the transom over the door. I often watched undetected as she serviced customer after customer. I could never get a hard-on after what she did, so I never did it for any sexual thrills. I simply wanted to see what was so glorious about her profession that allowed her to pass judgment upon me as immoral.
"This one particular day she had a very special customer. I was all of ten or twelve. Somewhere in there. Very young. I had seen a lot, but never one such as this man. After what he did to my mother, after the hard-on I got watching and listening to her moans, seeing her gross indignity-after that, I knew she could never pass judgment upon me as long as I held the literal whip-hand.
"He began by making her strip to music. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her with a big ugly whip in his hand. Every time she danced out of step, out of time-every time her movements were the least bit awkward, he lashed her hard with the whip. Not once many times. And he whipped her more if she backed away from the whip or broke her rhythm because of his punishment. She was totally afraid of him. I had never seen her afraid of anyone, not even my father, before he left home for good. She was always a very tough woman. But this man with the whip was controlling her now, making her do his bidding, making her dance for his amusement, whipping and punishing her as she had many times whipped and punished me.
"After her striptease, he tied her up. Much like you are tied, whore. Only my mother had a bed beneath her. You have nothing but air. Cock level air! Ha! Anyway, you could have guessed by now my cock was rock hard, what with her being whipped and listening to her moans of pain. Now she was tied securely to the bed in an open, spread-eagle position. I was almost coming in my pants. I began to stroke my hard cock and I was feeling the most pleasure I have ever felt. More even that I ever received from fucking any girl in later years.
"She looked so helpless as he began to strip off his own clothes and his big hard cock faced her, bounced proudly, victoriously above her. I saw the look of terror.in her eyes. It was wonderful. Wonderful!
"But when he was naked he did not fuck her right away. No. He took the belt off of his pants. He chose that over the whip he had previously used. Why not? Give the bitch a taste of a different kind of punishment, he must have figured. So he began to flail away at her with the heavy leather strap. Man, the whack, whack, whacking sounds of the leather biting into her as she lay tied and helpless was music to my ears. She cried and she begged for mercy. But he only laughed at her pleas. He beat her all the more for pleading. He beat her just because of watching her squirm. Just for the sheer joy of seeing her squirm and thrash beneath his strap. He beat her just because both she and he knew that he could, that he had every right to beat her or fuck her or torture her or do anything in the world he wanted to do. to her.
"Before he was through, she was a mass of bright red welts. The welts covered her body from top to bottom. He missed nothing. He whipped her tits till she could no longer feel whether the nipples were hard or not. He did a number on her cunt. Really beat her cunt. And he broke her spirit. Thoroughly broke her spirit. That was the best part. She knew it and he knew it and me, all of my tender young age watching, I knew it too. She lay there as just so much broken, available flesh, ready to be taken and done with as her master wishes.
"She lay there and he watched her as she lay there. She didn't even dare raise her eyes to him. At that point, he did not need the ropes to keep her there. There was not an ounce of resistance left in her whole body.
"After he watched her a while he decided to fuck her. I was disappointed because I hadn't finished jerking off while she was being whipped. I had stroked my cock slowly, wanting the good feeling to last, wanting to prolong my come as long as possible. So I hoped she would moan while he rode her. That way I could continue my jerk-off. Her body was on fire, I could tell, and as soon as he got on top of her to ride her, I knew she was going to be in agony. So I really was not too concerned that I would lose my hard-on and be unable to come.
"She didn't disappoint me. She moaned softly as soon as he made contact with her.
But she moaned submissively, not as a protest. You, slave, will soon learn the difference. Anyway, I was happy to see he took the strap into the bed with him. He knew she was too raw to move under him, so he knew he would have to make her move. Move as best she could while being tied spread-eagled. He jammed his meat inside her spread cunt and I thought she was going to die the way she moaned. He began to ride her as soon as he was in her and he did not give her a chance to get accustomed to anything, the ropes or him on top or nothing at all.
"He began to beat her thighs beneath him along her sides. It made for a small target to hit, what with him on top of her, but he set his arm far back with every shot he gave her and he swung hard and wild in long sweeps that caught her right every time. Man, did she thrash beneath him. And moan? Man, she moaned liked moaning was her only vocabulary! She moaned like you never heard. like you will as I whip the hell out of you. My hand was going like ninety on my cock! I knew I was ready to come, but I just wanted to hold out for as long as I could. It was the most excitement I had ever known and I didn't want to rush it. Yet I wanted to come so fucking badly. I was wild with lust! I was ready. I was ready to come at any time. Anytime I wanted to. I watched the whole scenario before me and I knew I would come when I could hold out no longer. Then it would be best anyway. When there was no choice but to come.
"He was punishing her so wonderfully. I had never seen anything like it in my life. Her moans were fantastic! The beautiful red welts he was leaving were the most gorgeous sight for eyes such as mine.
"His ass was riding up and down as his cock was slamming in and out of her wet cunt. Her cunt was soaking wet, I could tell. I heard it sloshing every time he rammed her. It was all wet, pouring out onto the sheets. She was a pig. A beautiful, wet pig. And she was being treated like a pig. like a whore. like all women of her sort should be treated. He lashed her viciously as he rode her like an animal. She had no choice but to thrash beneath him, what with the strap cutting across her tortured flesh. His ass kept a steady pace, up and down, up and down as his big, angry cock pounded away, in and out, in and out of her hot, wet ravished cunthole. It was fantastic to see her treated so. I have never seen animals abused as much.
"Finally he was coming. I could tell he was coming because he rammed her harder and faster and he whipped her in such a rapid, violent fashion that his hand appeared to be but a blur to the naked eye watching. She was in awful agony, frightful pain and degradation. But she had no choice in the matter. She looked so shamefully disgraceful beneath him as his whip hand and his ass moved in a wild blur above her. He was coming and she was being punished even harder for his come! It was fantastic! My hand, too was moving in a blur on my cock! I was going to come now, I knew. There was no way I could stop it, so I knew it had to be the right time. It had to be the perfect time to come. The most pleasure is when you can no longer control yourself. As I watched his whip hand flailing away and his ass in its wild pumping above her tortured body, my own hand was beating savagely back and forth, back and forth across my throbbing, swollen cockhead. My balls filled and I was going to come! I felt the building pressure inside and I knew I could not stop it. My hand beat away and I was Coming! I was coming! I was coming and he with the whip above my mother was coming! It was as though I too were coming into the whore-pig on the bed. I came long and strong. All over the door over which I was watching. I didn't care.
But in the excitement I crashed down off the chair on which I was standing and the man with the whip heard me. My mother heard me also but she could do nothing, tied there as she was. The look of shock on her face was something to see. Yet she could do not a thing to keep her dignity now.
"The man jumped up from off the bed and grabbed hold of me. He dragged me back to the bed. He asked me who I was and I told him. I was scared as hell. I thought he was going to kill me or whip me like he had done to my mother. But when he saw me struggling to get my still erect cock back inside my pants, he smiled an amused smile.
"I could see the cruel wheels turning in his head. I knew he had evil intentions, but I could not know how evil."
'"So, you were jerking off, watching all this?' he said with an evil smile. I didn't have to answer. He knew. My mother knew too and I could see all the hurt and shame on her face, though she could not speak for the gag-in her mouth. I think that even without the gag, she would have been so shocked, she would not have been able to say anything.
"The man began to untie my mother. He told her she had work to finish and he slapped her hard across the face. He removed the gag and told her to keep her whore's mouth shut and not to speak. She obeyed. She had to obey.
"He dragged her over to the door where I had come. He pointed to the mess I had made. Look at what you made your son do, he scolded her. She hung her head, standing there naked before the two of us. It was wonderful to see. Now lick that all up! he ordered sternly. She looked up at him then with wide, wild eyes. He quickly slapped her hard, several times across the face. I didn't tell you to raise your eyes, he screamed at her. Now get to work!
"The poor woman did as she was told. She had too. He was just too powerful for her.,She had to obey him. She put her face against the wood and her tongue went out and she began to lick up my come juices. I watched as her tongue went, under the dripping come and licked upward, catching all of it on its sensuous journey along the wood. The come began to build up on her tongue as she licked upward and when she had a fair amount, she closed her mouth and swallowed it. She made a face but she returned again to geMhe rest.
"I watched it all in utter fascination and so did he. Then he had an idea and he grabbed the belt again. As she continued to lick he began to whip her ass. She knew better than to stop while she was being punished so she just kept up her work as he flailed away at her. It was brutal. Brutal but wonderful. She was being punished more than any woman, more than any animal I've ever seen punished. And you know, I think she almost enjoyed it. She licked and lapped up the hot come so hungrily. She swallowed all of it. I watched it all. She didn't miss a single drop. She was either trying to please him and impress him so that her punishment would not be too severe, or she really loved what he made her do. She ate it all up so hungrily.
"I was getting crazy hot all over just watching her with my creamy come on her tongue and all over her lips and mouth, and she was trying to get it all. She even licked her lips to get it all. When she was finished, she did not even need a towel or napkin. There was not a stray drop anywhere. She did a good job. When it was over she just stood there facing the cleaned up door while he continued to whip her. She just stood and took it all and waited for him to get tired. She did not resist or even struggle. She would moan and move a little in pain, but she did not try to avert any of his blows.
"The perfectly broken slave-whore. She was beautiful. I had never thought of my mother before as beautiful, but she was beautiful then. Then and there as she was standing naked and broken and being whipped like a common slut that she was. I realized then that all whores deserved to be whipped and punished. I loved the retaliation upon her for the scar on my cock. My cock which hadn't been able to grow hard ever since she had whipped it. Her moans aroused me to a new hardness. I could not help getting another hard-on.
'"You like watching your mother, son?' the man asked me. I told him I did. It was all very apparent though with me standing there with a big hard-on all over again.
"Turn around, slut,' he ordered my mother. 'Do you see what you have done to your son again? Are you going to be cruel and leave the boy with an uncomfortable hard-on?'
"I was frightened and so was she, I could tell. I think we both knew that he was going to make her do. Yes, that's right. My own mother. He ordered her to come and kneel before me and my throbbing hard cock. She did as she was told and it was beautiful to see her there, naked and kneeling before my dick.
'"Now suck him off,' he commanded cruelly. She knew better than to look up at him with that wild-eyed stare again and she immediately opened her mouth and took my young cock inside it. It was a warm, no, a hot mouth. It was soft inside, yet it was knowledgeable in the ways of cock pleasing. Her lips grabbed it firmly and she applied a constant sucking to keep it locked tightly as one keeps a prisoner. Her tongue began to work along the tender under side of my shaft and she flicked at it as her head began to move back and forth along the length of the big, stiff member. I felt the cockhead hit against the back of her throat and I was surprised. She hardly even gagged very much as it touched the very back of her throat.
"I forgot she was a professional. I didn't know then that before the suck-job was over, she was going to take my huge, wet cock all the way down her throat. She was going to swallow it all, swallow my big cock, swallow her gags too, to give me the best blow-job I ever received.
"The man began to whip her now as she knelt before me and sucked my cock. The whip was the leather belt off his pants and it made an awful wailing sound against her naked backside. It was cutting and burning across her bare ass and the sound of it was driving me crazy, wild hot with lust! She was moaning miserably and sucking wildly as the strap did its cruel punishment along her naked flesh. She swayed and moaned miserably but she did not stop. In fact, she worked better. She worked harder and stronger as the strap flailed away. She began to work in rapid movements to please the ugly leather that kept up its steady punishment The sound of her moans, the sound of the whip against her flesh, the sight of her wild head and her flying hair as she whipped her head back and forth along my cock were the most beautiful sights and sounds I've ever known.
"She was fantastic! She worked so damned hard. She was good to me only because she had to be good to me. I knew then that all sluts, yes, all women had to be whipped and controlled in order to have them treat you good. They had to be whipped and kept as animals and slaves.
"I felt her take my cock all the way down her throat then for the first time. Christ, it was hot down there and tight as the throat muscles contracted in mad contorting convulsions. The natural instinct is to gag and she refused to allow herself to gag. As I said, she was a professional. She was' disciplined. She was disciplined by her professional dictates and she was disciplined by the cruel strap that flailed away at her naked ass and thighs and back.
I knew she could not breath when my cock was down her throat and I don't know why but I grabbed her head firmly then and began to control the back and forth movements. I wanted to be in complete control of the whore, even to the point where I determined every breath she took. It was great. Now she could only breath when I allowed her, whenever I pulled her head back and cleared her throat of my huge hard cock. So she knew she was to please my cock with every thrust of her head or I would keep it deep down her throat until her spasmic throat muscles convulsed and pleased me as she gasped for air and got only come juices.
"The man with the whip was delighted by the whole scene, I could tell because he whipped away at her happily and as hard as he could. She was moaning so miserably it was really getting me aroused. She was being punished so thoroughly, I knew I would go a long long time before I would again receive so much pleasure. I knew I had to take her and take advantage of the situation while I could.
"Her mouth was a wonderful instrument of pleasure and my head was spinning with wild ecstasies. I was ready to come in her mouth! I was ready to explode my hot come juices deep down her throat! Her face and head was beautiful and my cock was deep inside her face and down her throat. It was beautiful. She worked her throat muscles so wonderfully. It was all so tight and so spastic! And I was listening to her wild moans, the horrible racket of the strap as it whipped her savagely on her bare flesh, and I was working her head furiously back and forth deep down her throat with my big hard cock!
"She was a helpless, worthless rag before me. A whipped animal. A cunt. A slave. A slut to be whipped and abused and enjoyed before tossing her out into the gutter, naked and bleeding as she deserved. I was ready to come so I worked her head cruelly now, not allowing her adequate breath. She was sucking furiously for breath but getting only my come. As I shot my load of hot come deep down her throat, I didn't permit her to breathe at all. She was desperate for breath, for life-sustaining breath. She sucked wildly and all she got was my hot come. She sucked me dry! She sucked me like she needed every drop to live! And she did too, because she knew she was not going to get any air until she pleased me and made me come!
"I came long. I came a lot, as young boys always do. She had to take it all. She had to swallow all my greasy come before she was allowed to breathe and I came a whole lot right down her throat.
"Even after I stopped coming, I kept it down her throat until I was sure she was about to pass out. I was going to let her pass out, but then she would not get the full effect of the horrible strapping the man was giving her. I wanted her to feel it all. To be conscious and feel every moment of torment as the heavy leather sailed across her raw flesh. And he kept it up even after I came. There she was with tears in her whorish eyes as she knelt before me with my come all over her face, all in her slut's mouth, kneeling with her head lowered while the beating continued. He was the meanest man I ever knew and I decided right then and there that when I grew up I would be just like him. No, even cruder!"
Sue hung suspended and listened in total horror to the tale. He was a raving madman, she knew now. There was absolutely no doubt of that. He delighted in not just whipping the flesh off of women, but in making them into nothing but mindless animals for his pleasure. He was indeed mad. He loved destroying all women.
"Ever since then," the madman continued his story. "I've treated women as they deserved to be treated. I learned how to please them with my tongue just long enough to win their confidence. After that, they were mine. After that they never again knew pleasure. Only pain and humiliation and bondage. But I only chose whores as my victims. Never have I harmed a good girl. Never have I bound up and whipped a girl who did not throw her body at me and wiggle her ass and act like a slut. like you have acted. like all of them have acted."
Sue's heart was racing with fear now. He was mad and dangerous and her fellow cops did not even know she had dated him. They would not even know where to begin to look for her. And if they arrested Sammy and held him for questioning, she was sure he would never talk, never admit anything and even allow them to keep him jailed while his victims hung suspended in total restraints, unable to move even a single muscle. She hung there with the awful, punishing ball gag in her mouth, with her legs spread wide apart, with the face mask that kept her in complete darkness and she was unable to do anything.
She hung there, acutely aware of the helplessness of her situation. Her brain was a blur. Her flesh was a giant mass of anguish. She could do nothing but weep silently.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sammy left her now. She was not sure how long he was gone. She had no concept of the passing of time in her helpless position. Why had he told her the story of his mother? Had he wanted to frighten her? Well, he had accomplished that. He had convinced her he was totally mad and he had frightened her terribly.
As she hung there she became aware of the sensation that she was not alone. She felt he was there, out there in the dark world outside her bonds. That he was watching her and sneaking up on her spread cunt, ready to shove a hot poker up her or do some other horrible thing to her in her vulnerable position. The thought of that, the fear of it, was as much punishment as any whipping he could give her. She knew she would go stark raving mad if she kept up thoughts of him standing over her ready to do her some evil. It was awful to contemplate amd she would lose her mind for certain if she let the thought get to her.
Still, she could not help feeling she was not alone there. Then she realized that if she felt that way, it may possibly be because there were other victims, bound and gagged and helpless near her. Yes, Marsha and maybe the others.
But he said he had slaves. Maybe the slaves were the first girls he kidnapped. It would not take much of this treatment, she thought to make total slaves of them. They would not have any spirit left after the abuse he described to her, the torture of his mother, the way he kept girls in bondage, the way he loved to whip and abuse them. It would not take much of that at all to get a girl to do exactly as she was told. All throughout history women have become the slaves of their husband's killers. It was the way of life with the barbarians of ancient times. Well, this man Sammy was like a mad barbarian. She was to be his slave as much as any woman was any man's slave. If a woman could be made to be a slave to a man who kills her husband and family, what was to prevent her or any of these bound women from becoming the slaves of Sammy?
Sue heard footsteps again. She was not certain how long it had been since Sammy had left her. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. He was even master over time as far as she was concerned. He was her complete master. He was the master over her body as he determined when she ate or shit or was in pain. Whether she was whipped or not. Whether she was in cruel bondage. He was the master over her world and determined whether she was permitted to see, to speak. He controlled her night, her day and all of time for her. Soon he would even control her mind. Now the footsteps came nearer but they walked right past her. What was going on, she wondered. Where was he going. She heard the footsteps stop and she heard him speaking now. He had another victim in the same room! She wondered whether the other victim was Marsha or one of the other campus girls. She was suddenly ashamed now, more so than before, to be tied and spread as she was for everyone to see. Not just the madman, but every other victim and everyone. If they ever rescued her and found her this way, she would never be able to face anyone in the department again. The utter degradation of being naked and bound was too much for her to bear.
Sue listened now as the madman spoke to Carol. Carol was one of the campus victims. Sue could tell by the madman's voice now that they were in a cellar or dungeon of some kind. His voice echoed and sounded hollow. Also the room was cool as though it were beneath ground level. She had not noticed any of these things before possibly because when he had spoken to her, he was close to her, possibly because when he had spoken to her she was so scared that nothing registered in her mind but the fear and the indignity. Now she listened to his hollow voice as he spoke to Carol. She could not see or hear Carol so she knew the poor girl must be bound like her. But she had no way of knowing just how cruelly!
Carol was bound across a tubular steel torture rack. The madman was particularly angry with Carol because she had managed to spit in his face before he put a ball gag in her mouth. She was perhaps the worst of all the victims. She hung on a steel torture rack that stood straight up off the floor for a height of about six feet. At the very top of the vertical tube was a cross tube which was slightly longer than shoulder length. Carol's neck was shackled to the very top of the steel where the two bars crossed. Her neck was clamped in such a way as to force her head back and upward At the ends of the horizontal cross bar her wrists were shackled with her hands and fingers pointing straight up, elbows bent, so that her wrists were shoulder high and fastened just slightly beyond her shoulders. About a foot off the floor was another cross bar, wider than the upper one. To the extreme outer edges of this lower bar her ankles were shackled. Perhaps the crudest of all was the bar in the center of the upright bar. It protruded outward into her back so that her back was forced to arch in a wide arch, a position of extreme pain. Naturally Carol was stark naked. Her back was arched and her neck and head were forced' backward. She wore the cruel ball gag and a blindfold.
But beyond the frightful sight of her forced position of excruciating, contorted torture, Carol's cunt area was a mass of red, raw welts from the madman's vicious whip. Indeed, the torture rack was equipped with hooks to hold whips and other torture devices on the upright tube. From the hooks hung a cat o' nine tails whips and a shorter whip with a handle and a flat splay of leather, about an inch wide, at its tip. Carol's cunt and the front of her stomach and thighs had been tortured with both whips. The cruel bar at her back which forced her back to arch actually forced her to present her cunt for a whipping or a fucking, which ever pleased her master.
From her bellybutton to her knees, Carol was covered with crisscrossed red welts. They were the heaviest at her cunt. Indeed, the lash had actually taken much of the pubic hair from her abused pussy. The bar at her back forced her young tits to jut out and point upward and the mad man had returned to whip her tits. They looked so creamy white and milky and there was not a mark on them. He had to whip her and watch the beautiful red streaks raise up like magic on her soft white flesh.
Carol had hung for about a week and a half in this position and she too had lost all concept of time so that she knew not whether she had hung that way for a week, a month or longer. She was never released from it, never given any respite. She was force-fed that way by Fran, Sammy's first campus victim who was now completely broken, completely a slave to him. Fran was also responsible for cleaning up the messes of the other victims as they were never released to use toilet facilities.
The only way the victims were bathed was by Fran with a forceful fire hose. She would come down to the dungeon once every week and wash the victims with the icy cold spray from the hose as they hung in tortured suspension. She would work the hose painfully close to their cunts and ass-holes and the icy water would shock them until their muscles convulsed but they were unable to move. Afterward they would hang there and shiver until the air dried them.
Carol sensed the madman standing before her. Her heart raced in fear. He was going to whip her again. He had promised her a whipping every time he came to her. For her sins, he told her. So that every time Carol heard footsteps, she did not know what to expect. She didn't know whether it was Fran who was going to feed and clean her off or whether it was the madman, who was coming close to whip and torture her ravished young body as she hung there, stretched out cruelly for his bizarre pleasures.
The hours and days she hung there were awful. Each minute crawled by slowly. Each second a mini lifetime. She saw only darkness, was unable to cry out for mercy. Unable to hear her own voice. Even Fran had instructed her, every time she removed the ball gag to feed her, that if she spoke one word, she would not be fed, the gag would be returned to her mouth for a long, long time, perhaps forever and allow her to die without eating. And of course she could be whipped again by the master if Fran reported that she spoke. And Carol dared not ask Fran for mercy because she knew Fran dared not disobey her master. Fran would report back everything to him.
Now it was the master who stood before Carol. She had known even before he spoke that it was he rather than Fran. This was the first time she had been able to tell the difference. She knew his heavy step. Fran's step was heavy too, heavy from the weight of her submission and heavy because she was made to wear heavy boots so that the victims would never know the difference. Other than that Fran was as naked as the rest of them.
Carol remembered how it was when she had first met Sammy. They were in the college cafeteria and the tables were all full so she asked if she could sit down at his table with her plate of food. He smiled up at her so handsomely. His smile was what won her over immediately. He looked so sweet, so boyish. She even remembered that it was she who began the conversation with him. She had seen him in some of her classes but had never spoken to him. Now was as good a time as any, she said, to get to know each other.
And he smiled so sweetly at everything she said. They talked about classes, about professors they had both had, about the goals both of them shared. He wanted to become either a cop or a lawyer and prosecute all the hookers who walked the streets. She laughed because she thought he was kidding. She had no idea he hated prostitutes so much. She had no idea he would be capable of doing what she later learned he did so expertly.
They even spoke about the two girls who had mysteriously disappeared from the campus in the past two weeks. Carol told him she was very scared about that and he offered to meet her after class that evening and walk her back to her dormitory. She gladly accepted his offer. Only he never took her back to the dorm. He made love to her and she felt good about him, felt easy with him and she even allowed him to tie her hands when she found out he had trouble getting a hard-on. She would have done anything to help him get hard after the way he had taken care of her, after he had eaten her cunt and licked her ass-hole in wonderful scrubbing movements of his tongue back and forth across her brown hole.
But he got violent once her arms were restrained. He changed and she became alarmed. It was her first inkling that he was mad. If she had only known. If she could only have guessed what was to become of her, she would never have spoken to him at the cafeteria table, never have allowed herself to be in the same room, the same building as he.
After she was securely tied he gagged her and blindfolded her and threw her in the trunk of his car. He drove with her for miles. She had no idea how far away he took her but they must have driven through most of the night. It was cold and damp in the back of the trunk of the car and it smelled of old tires and grease. They drove over a winding, bumpy road. They seemed to be climbing all the time and she suspected he was taking her up into the mountains. But she had no idea where or how far or even in what direction as the entire campus was surrounded by mountains all around. She experienced a helpless feeling in the back of the car and she thought she was going to be sick. But she knew she mustn't because she would choke on her own vomit and die if she got sick. The gag in her mouth was so tight that she knew she would die choking if she ever got sick.
He drove in a slow deliberate manner, hitting every bump in the road. She was tossed and bounced around but he never went fast enough to get stopped by local traffic cops. He was a careful son of a bitch, she thought.
Once he hit a terrible bump that bounced her and slammed her up against the top of the trunk and then dropped her hard on top of all the junk in on the floor of the trunk. The tire iron and bumper jack did not cushion her fall very well and she felt the hard steel in her ribs and hard against her buttocks.
When they came to a stop it could not have been soon enough for her. She was happy and thankful he had finally stopped. That was before she knew what he had in store for her. Had she known, she would gladly have remained in the trunk of the car. He took her inside a place with creaky old doors. He took her down cold stone steps to a basement dungeon of sorts. He dragged her the entire way. Once in the dungeon, he stripped her by tearing her clothes off. She would not need them, he told her. She was never, ever again for the rest of her life to be allowed to wear clothes. Then he shackled her to that awful torture rack where she has remained ever since.
He had done awful things to her. Punishment for her spitting at him when she was tired and he first began to abuse her. The very first thing he did was whip her tender cunt with both the cat o' nine tails and the short whip. She hung there stretched over backwards, fitted with that cruel ball gag that tortured her poor jaw muscles. Her cunt was thrust outward toward him and her legs were spread wide. She was blindfolded and she had no idea what was going on around her. The first thing she knew about whips or torture was when the cat o' nine tails whished through the air and burned hot across her soft white cunt. Some of the weighted strands parted the plump cunt lips while others entered her slit and bit into her soft inner pink meat, whacking hard against her clitoris. She could not scream or beg for mercy! She could do nothing. She was not even aware, at first, of what was happening to her tender young cunt. All she knew was that her cunt was alive with wild, excruciatingly fiery pain. She did not know what had caused it or what was happening to her. And then she heard the swishing sound through the air again and the pain again at her delicate white cunt, all around it and all up inside it too as she hung open and stretched for her master. She tried to thrash around but there was not the slightest movement which was accorded her and the pain made her muscles contort, torturing her all the more because the slightest movement, even without the lash Was unbearable in the agony it brought her ravished young body.
"Get wet for your master, slut!" he screamed at her madly. "Ha! Let's see the whore get wet for her master. I want your cunt dripping wet with love juices, bitch.
Either you cream for the whip or I will lubricate you with your own blood!"
And he kept whipping her lewdly, viciously about the cunt. His whip burned across her tender white stomach, her soft fleshy thighs. He changed off from time to time between the cat o' nine tails and the short whip. The short whip, he found, was excellent for getting right up into her cunt crack. It slammed into her pink oozing meat and drove the hot pain all up inside her body making her convulse with pain. Convulse spasmodically within for she was unable to move outwardly.
She was not even aware when he stopped whipping her. She lay there arched backward on the rack and experienced nothing, no other sensation but the pain he had just inflicted. Though the whipping had stopped, she still felt every lash that had crossed her flesh and he was undressing now, hard and turned-on most thoroughly by her breathless moans of pain.
He stood on the lower cross bar with his both legs between her spread legs. He put his cockhead to the entrance of her cunt and she gasped with the pain of his cock against her raw meat. Then he jammed his big, hard cock deep within her and if she hadn't already been forced in the arched-back position, her pain would have made her body contort to such a position.
It was unbearable yet she had to bear it. She had no choice. He jammed and slammed his hard meat deep into her cunt. He was right, though. He had made the juices flow from the whipping. She hoped it was her lustful cream that lubricated his big hot cock and not blood from the whipping he had given her. But he was plenty lubricated for fucking her pussy. His cock was huge and that, in combination with her forced backward arch, caused his thick member to reach up all the way past her cervix and into her womb. No man had ever entered her that far before.
It hurt like all hell. First from the rawness caused by the lash, and then from the depth of entry which reached well into her womb and pained her terribly. He banged away at her as though it were his last fuck in his young life and she felt every thrust of him deep within the center of her guts. He slammed in and out, in and out and back and forth in steady, consistent movements.
He knew exactly how to punish her the most. He knew what made her moan, what made her squeal and convulse. She was in total pain and her breathing was one continual moan of pain, both when she took in breath and when she exhaled. Her moans, she had not realized, turned him on all the more to fuck her harder, to punish her more. But even if she were aware of what her moans did for him, she could not have prevented them if it meant saving her life. Sammy knew how to bring her to the threshold of the maximum pain and how to sustain her on that brink until he was satisfied, until he had spent himself and his cruelties upon her raped and pain-ravished body.
He continued to slam and bang into her, reaching all the way up inside her with his huge cock and she prayed for him to come. But he lasted so long! He seemed to fuck her for hours! He seemed to be a superman who could last for as long as he wanted with a perpetual hard-on!
But soon he was moaning too, and she knew he was not going to last too much longer. She did not know whether she could last much longer without passing out from the pain. He hammered her cunt again and again. Over and over! But he was going to come soon. She knew he was going to come! He had to come. She could not last much longer. He had to come.
Her head was as far back as it could go without her neck snapping and her young titties were jutting straight upward and outward and now he was no longer supporting himself by holding onto the rack. Now he was holding on by pinching her nipples between each of his thumbs and forefingers and letting all of his weight pull backward! Now the agony was complete!
Her nipples stretched out for a full inch and a half and he wrapped his fingers tight around them and yanked as hard as he could as his big cock slammed in and out of her ravished cunt. She could do not one single thing to either stop him or beg for mercy or indicate in any way that she wanted him to stop his torture of her. Except for her continual moaning. That was all she could do.
Her nipples were stretched horribly now and the pain ran deep inside her full young breasts, deep to her inner guts and met with the gut pains from the slamming of her womb below. She was being taken, thoroughly taken by a man. She was unable to resist, to hold back anything at all from him! He was her master and she was his slave and there was absolutely no doubt of that. No doubt whatsoever.
When her master began to come it was worse! She had not believed that it could be worse but it was hell! As he came he not only slammed into her harder, he began to twist her nipples hard! Her body screamed out, but she could utter no sounds but her moans that turned him on.
He came in long spurts and she could feel the hot come shooting deep up inside her. She could feel every hot drop of it as it seared her guts, her pain-wracked insides. But he was her master, she realized. He could do anything he wished with her.
Now he was before her and he intended to whip her clean white tits. He had saved her tits and had purposely not let the lash touch them as he mercilessly whipped her cunt. Now he had them to torture and abuse for his satisfaction. Now he had one virgin area that had not felt his lash. After that he might have to put her in another position to get at her ass. Although he could reach her ass with whatever he wanted as the back bar that forced her back outward was high and did not interfere with her ass. He could not get a good solid swing at her ass with the upright bar so close. He would be able to whip the outer cheeks but not across her whole ass. Hot pokers, maybe, to make her convulse within her muscles, unable to move but able to tighten her cunt muscles around his wet, hot cock. But all that would come. All that was going to come before he changed her position.
The beauty of her bondage was that it was constant. Once he relieved it by changing her position, he defeated his own purposes. She must hang there in pain for what seems like an eternity. What was he going to do with her and the other victims after he was finished with them? He was not sure. He did not think he was going to kill them, though. He would simply move away, to another part of the country, change his name and begin again on new victims. But the victims must never suspect that they are to eventually be released. If they thought that, they would become uncontrollable.
Sammy wanted them to be controlled even . . in their minds. It was not enough to control their bodies. It was not enough to bind them and control them and force-feed them and whip them and make them moan. They had to believe that there was no hope for them, that they would never be free again, never be any more than his slaves. Once they were free in their thinking, then he no longer controlled them, could never trust them. He could trust Fran because he had trained her himself and her mind was his. She entertained no thoughts of rebellion at all because she feared him so terribly. Nothing was in her mind but fear. No thoughts of anything, no plots to escape, no thought of receiving mercy or special favors although she was treated better than the others.
He had purposely attended to every last detail of her subjugation. When he first abducted her, he did not keep her bound. He wanted to be certain she would be bound in her mind and she did, not require leather thongs and steel shackles.
He had placed a dog collar around her neck and made her walk naked On all fours. Of course she resisted at first but he had beaten her. He beat her constantly and she had no spirit left. Then the monster fit her with a very special dog's muzzle. It was all leather and it fitted tightly around her entire head. She was permitted to see out of it and her nose was free, but a large piece of leather covered her mouth. It was pulled tight against her face so that it wouldn't move. The unique part of the muzzle was that the leather that covered her mouth had a perfectly round hole in it, the diameter of Sammy's huge cock. The hole was rimmed with a wide ring of steel which protruded into her mouth about half an inch. Just long enough to prevent her teeth from closing down on his cock as he entered her mouth with his cock. It was round and it forced her mouth in a roundly opened submission, ready for his cock at any and all times. He made her wear it always and as she crawled around on all fours, she was indeed very much like a dog. She was naked, she was muzzled, she was unable to speak. He whipped and kicked her every time he came near to her. Or he'd fuck her in the mouth at will.
As he inserted his stiff cock into her mouth, he would reach his arm across her and whip her ass as she knelt on all fours facing him. Her moans from the whipping always turned him on.
Many times, he would turn her around and fuck her "doggie style". Except that he wouldn't enter her cunt. He'd fuck her ass-hole. It was virgin and tight and she screamed out through the open-holed mouth muzzle but she could not speak out nor beg for mercy and he'd whip her as he fucked her up the ass and her half screams and half moans would come out like howls from a whipped dog. She sounded just like a howling, whipped dog and he delighted in her total shame and degradation.
The pain at her ass was like nothing she had ever known and he slammed her fast and hard and ripped through her guts. She felt her insides being pushed and pulled apart with his in and out, back and forth motions. .
Between the ass-fucking and the cat o' nine tails which scourged her soft flesh, Fran was in total pain,, her young mind knowing nothing but the feel of him as he ministered to her discipline.
She bled the first time he had ass-fucked her. Then he took his bloody, shitty cock and forced it into her muzzled mouth and he whipped her ass with the cat o' nine tails as he hunched and thrust back and forth and in and out of her yielding mouth.
He had her by the back of the head and she could not pull away and he slammed deep down her throat and watched the tears of pain come to her eyes. And she could do nothing to stop him. Her hands and feet were not tied and only the mouth-fucking muzzle harness restricted her. Yet, she had experienced nothing but complete fear, pain and degradation at his hands and she would offer no resistance whatever. She was indeed the total slave.
He would come in hot splashes of come deep down her throat and she would be unable to do anything but suck for air and receive hot come instead. She would swallow as fast as she could and she would take most of his hot come deep down inside her. But she would be unable to close her mouth and some come would spill out, down her chin. He would whip her then for that but she never raised up off all fours to get away from his lash. She would simply kneel there with that stupid looking muzzle keeping her mouth open and she would receive her whipping like a dog receives a whipping. Better than a dog because she would simply hang her head. She would not crouch low or try in any way to avoid the beating.
That's how he knew Fran was totally subjugated. She was in bondage without being tied up. She could never resist him because he had controlled her mind. He had trained her thoroughly. And it had all been so simple. There was not much to it other than the whip and the constant humiliation.
Now he allowed her to wear boots and walk upright, but only to feed and clean up after the women in bondage. Most of the time she was completely naked and on all fours. She even ate out of a dog's dish, off the floor, with her mouth in the dish as a dog eats. His training had been unrelenting. She would do his bidding now because her mind was programmed to obey like a robot obeys. like a trained animal. like a well trained slavegirl.
He had enjoyed training Fran more than he enjoyed keeping the others in bondage. Fran was more visible. The other were in his head as he had to imagine their torment. He could not make them do anything. They just hung there and were whipped, maybe whipped until they passed out. But none of them were made to perform for him like trained animals. like a whore had to perform, whether she wanted to or not
Yes, a whore like his mother. She had to do whatever the customer wished. Especially as she got older and her looks began to fail her. Then it was worse. Then she had to specialize in the bizarre. Then she had to cater to all the perverts with the wild fetishes.-likes whips and chains and leather and rubber and submit to getting pissed on and shit on and made to crawl like a dog.
He remembered watching her. After that session with the man who had completely dominated her, he made sure his mother remained his slave. He always threatened her with the return of the cruel man. Before he left he had made the woman promise to remain the boy's slave and he told Sammy that if she ever went back on her promise to look him up and he would come over again and beat her so badly she wouldn't be able to walk for a month.
His mother was terrified and she obeyed the child in everyway. She catered to his every whim and one of his whims was to watch her as she worked her trade. His other whims included whipping her himself and making her suck his cock and fuck for him. But always with pain. He was unable to get a hard-on with out first hearing her moans of pain.
So, for her sin of whipping his young cock, his mother paid dearly. She was tormented at her trade and she was tormented by her son. Hers was a life of pain and shame. Hers was a life of broken spirited degradation. And that was how he kept her until she was too old to even give nickle blow jobs in the gutter. Then he kicked her out to die like a dog by herself. He never knew what happened to her but he was sure she was dead by now.
He had kept his mother like that and he was going to keep other whores like that. He was going to be the supreme master of all of them and after they were broken and destroyed in mind and body, he was going to leave and go to another part of the country and begin all over again. That kind of life seemed great for him. It was an "adventurer's" life, he told himself. He might even enroll in another school and perhaps even join a police department someday as he had told Carol.
He chuckled to himself at that idea. Yes, that would be a novelty. He could get to punish and prosecute all the young whores that way. He would get to know them all if he worked for the vice squad. He would get to know their habits and where they lived and it would all be easier.
He planned how he would torture those whores. Beat them senseless and use them. But that was all in the future. That was all future dreams and plans. Right now he had his hands full with enough whores to be made into worthless, mindless slaves.
CHAPTER SIX
Captain Reilly of the police department was incensed. How could this have happened? How could his men have let it happen? They were supposed to be his best, his finest men. They were assigned to protect a policewoman decoy, an undercover policewoman. Now she was gone.
There was no sign of Sue. No clues as to her whereabouts. No signs of a struggle. No one saw her leave the campus with anyone. No one saw her leave class with anyone. One girl mentioned that she might have left class with a boy named Sammy, but she wasn't sure as it was late and all the kids were tired after a long school day.
Everyone minds their own business, the old captain thought bitterly. How come no one minded their own business when I was in grammar school and they used to all call me no neck and names like that. He had gone on to become a cop to attain a bit of self respect and to do the right thing in life. He enjoyed his job and he. worked hard at it. How come now he had to have men who were not as dedicated as he was? How come all of a sudden at a university, everyone decides to mind their own business and no one sees nothing?
It seemed like people liked to bust his balls. He expected that from the public, but not from his own men. How could they do this to him. The first thing he had to do was cover his ass. If word ever got to the press about a police undercover woman falling into the hands of a pervert while he had assigned three men to watch her, his ass would swing.
He had some reprieve in that he did not have to tell the press. It was in Sue's best interest not to release the fact that she was a cop. The kidnapper would surely kill her then.
So that was a good excuse. And even though it was his responsibility to protect her, he always had the sergeant and the two detectives he could blame. The first thing he must do is to bring them up on departmental charges. All quietly, of course, so that the press did not get wind of it. The next thing he had to do was type out a memorandum addressed to the three men assigned to protect the girl. The memorandum should say something to the effect that they are ordered to never let her out of their sights, to never place her in any danger, never be more than a few yards away from her at anytime so that they could always watch her and hear her cry out for help. Then he had to predate the memorandum so that it would show how he had instructed the three men days before, to protect the girl at all costs.
Then he had to develop some kind of record that he had taken an interest in the girl all along, that he had even gone out to the campus, although he hadn't been out of his office for years to go on a case.
Then he had to see about trying to get her back safely. What the hell was her name anyway? he asked himself. He would have to read the reports to find out what the girl's name was. But he had been too busy to read the reports that morning. He was too busy plotting out his vacation pick and his holidays for the years and figuring in advance what sick days he would take.
The three men assigned to watch Sue sat in a cafe over coffee and read the morning paper. The headlines read how another college girl had been abducted. Number five. The papers did not know it was a policewoman. When they found out, which they had to eventually, it was going to be hell for them. But damn it, Sue had not cooperated with them. They wanted to take turns sleeping with her in her dormitory room, staying with her twenty-four hours a day. Now she was gone and it was her own fault for turning them down. They bet she was sorry now. They bet that if she had to do it all over again she would gladly sleep with each of them in turn.
Some girls just had to learn the hard way that a cop was their best friend. There was not a single clue to go on. Not a lead. Nothing. Maybe headquarters had another policewoman who would volunteer. That would make it all easier. They would have something to go on then. After what happened to Sue, they were sure they could convince her to let them sleep with her, one a night, every night. Then they could really get this investigation off the ground. Then they wouldn't have to just sit there with nothing to do and twiddle their thumbs and try to defend what they were doing when in fact they had not a blessed thing to go on.
Sue hung there suspended by her thongs with the harsh leather around her waist which kept her suspended, the bands around her thighs which kept them spread, the mouth gag and the mask and the thongs which kept her tight to the floor with her head and neck stretched far back.
She listened as the madman tortured Carol. She listened as he whipped her white tits and watched with delight as the cruel whip danced along her white flesh and left bright red welts raised proudly wherever the whip touched her. She had heard only low, mournful, pitiful moans and she knew that the girl who was being whipped was gagged just like her and could not cry out could not beg for mercy. Sue was secretly happy it was not she who was being whipped. She hated herself for the thought but she was glad that someone else was receiving the energies of the madman. She thought that maybe, after whipping his victim, that the madman would have no interest nor energy to come back to her with his attentions, with his sinister ministrations.
She pitied the poor girl at the receiving end of the beating and she cringed at every swish of the whip as though, she too, were being punished. She cringed at the awful sound of burning leather against bare white flesh. She cringed at the girl's low moans and her inability to cry out for some humanity. But she was also happy it was not she at the receiving end of it all.
The whipping seemed to go on forever. Did the crazy man never grow tired? He beat her brutally. He beat her long and hard. It sounded like he beat her as hard as he could. He was slow and deliberate and he could be heard to laugh once in awhile at things that amused him. like maybe the girl had lost control of her bowels or something else that made him laugh as he thrashed the helpless, naked girl.
Why was all this happening, Sue thought. It was a nightmare and she was soon to wake up, she knew. Yes, it could not be real. It couldn't be real. No one, no human being could treat another human being in such a way. No one could punish a person or even an animal the way the madman was punishing them. It had to be an unreal nightmare.
But she knew it was real. She felt the goose bumps raise on her skin every time the whip sang out through the air and she felt her own tortured agony and she knew it was only all too real. It was happening and it was the most awful thing she could have ever imagined happening to her. And where were the policemen who was supposed to help her? Where were they all? Didn't they promise her protection? Didn't they say they would take care of her and that they would personally see that nothing happened to her?
The three cops assigned to protect had all seemed so cute, so happy-go-lucky, so cool. She knew they were a good group. She was tempted to take them up on their offer to sleep with them but she refused to be the laughing stock of the department after the assignment was over. She knew how cops loved to brag. Now she was sorry she had not slept with them. If she had been sleeping them she would not have been so horny for Sammy's cock. She never would have gotten into this mess. She would have been sexually satisfied and she would have seen things a lot more clearly. like Sammy. She would have seen through Sammy and known right away he was the madman. She would never have gone out with him. She would never have left the portable radio at home.
She could not blame the cops, really, she thought to herself. It was all her own fault. It was all her own stubbornness and pride which caused it all. She much preferred to be the butt of the department's jokes than to have to submit to this madman. Besides, if she ever got out of this alive, she would still be the butt of many a joke.
Bullshit, she thought If she ever got out of this alive, she was going to leave the department, change her name and move far, far away where no one knew her, where no one ever heard of her.
All her dreams and plans, she thought, were going up in smoke. All for naught. With every sound of the cruel leather against the skin of poor Carol, with every moan from the helpless victim, Sue knew she could never realize her dreams. Never find the happiness and security she craved so long. As she listened she knew all of it was going. All of it was slipping away from her.
She would go out of her mind, she knew, if she didn't get hold of herself. She felt herself going. She felt her mind screaming out. She mustn't let that happen. She mustn't lose control. She had to keep a hope alive that she was going to be rescued soon, that she was going to be all right and that she would soon be in safe hands and there would be people around her who would never hurt her again, never, never hurt her ever again.
Suddenly Sue realized something. The whipping had stopped! The madman had stopped what he was doing to the helpless victim in the same room as she. Whether he was now raping her, Sue did not know. But the terrible whipping which seemed to last forever, had stopped and the room was suddenly silent. How long had the whipping stopped? How long had she been raving on in her mind with the whipping stopped and the madman out of the room?
Had? he left the room? How long has it all been quiet? Sue knew nothing but the blackness of her painful, suspended world. She knew nothing but what the master made her know, made her feel, made her think.
What was that? Footsteps! He had not left! He had not left the room. The beating must have just stopped and the noise must have only now ended for now she heard the master's footsteps approaching her! The madman! The monster!
Sue prayed he would pass her up, that he would keep on going, keep walking out of the room, tired and spent from his cruel session with the other victim. But his footsteps were slowing now as he was right near her. Sue tried to think about other things because the fear of him even near her was making her tremble, making the leather cut into her because of the trembling. The very nearness of him threatened to make her lose control of her bladder and piss herself.
She tried to think of other things. For the first time she wondered who the other victim was, the one who had just received such a gruesome whipping at the madman's hands. She hadn't even cared about that before and yet she had studied the profiles of all the victims and felt like she knew them all intimately. She hadn't even wondered whether all of the other victims were alive yet or whether just the whipped one was in the same room with her.
But she could not keep her mind off the sound of the madman right next to her now. All of a sudden she heard the whip cut the air and instantly she felt the hot burning, biting, cutting of the nine strands across her tender cunt!
She was alive with pain! She was totally consumed by the pain at her groin. She knew nothing else but the pain as her young body convulsed in its spasmic throes which produced his desired moans from deep within her body.
Whack! The whip again cut across her spread cunt, some strands parting her plump cunt lips, others finding their way deep inside to the hard clit tucked within the inner folds of her pink inner lips.
Whack! Whack! The pain shot deep into her and she wanted to thrash about but she could not move. She wanted to scream and beg for mercy but she could not. She could see nothing but she could feel everything. She wanted to scream and beg and thrash and stop the awful pain that ran all through her poor tortured body. But all she could do was to hang naked and moan for her master's pleasure. She moaned long and hard and she knew she was arousing him to a new hard-on, but she could do nothing to prevent the moans from escaping her body. Perhaps he had been turned on to the other victim's moans, she thought and he had spent his hard-on and he was not going to rape her. But she knew better. She knew he was the type of man who was so turned on by pain that he could sustain a perpetual hard-on as long as someone was moaning beneath him.
Whack! She could not think! She could only experience the pain he was giving her. She could only feel his intense cruelty and she could not think about the other girl or what he had done to her, or whether or not he was getting a hard-on or whether or not he had come once already with the other victim. All she could do was hang there secured to the ceiling and to the floor, suspended right at his cock level with her naked thighs spread wide for him while he whipped her cunt with his cruel cat o' nine tails.
He whipped her again and again and he did not stop to give her a chance to take a breath that did not have a moan on it. He flailed her as wickedly as he could, making certain that each leadened strand caught her in the most excruciating manner. That each strand found the tenderest inner meat of her young pussy.
She moaned as she took in breath and she moaned as she let her breath escape. He would allow her no other recourse than to moan continually for him. She was unable to do otherwise, but had she somehow managed to resist and somehow managed to not moan for just one breath, he surely would have flailed away in a furiously mad, never ending rage until she lay there in her bonds dead or unconscious.
If only she could resist him. Make some move to prove that she was not totally helpless. She needed to prove that she was still alive.
But she managed to please his cock by her moans. They both knew what that would mean. Her moans were going to earn her only a good, thorough raping by his voracious cock. Neither one had to say a word to the other. They both knew how this one particular session was going to end. She was pleasing his cock, teasing it with her pitiful moans which alone might have brought him to climax.
And as she hung there and received her punishment, in the back of her mind, behind all the pain and agony, was the sure knowledge that she was to be raped by him. She was not aware when the beating stopped. Even after the whip stopped its cruel dance along her body, her ravished flesh stung from its wrath.
She hung there and waited. Now the pain was' subsiding long enough for her to realize it was going to happen soon. She wept silently and waited. It seemed like she waited forever. Wasn't he ever going to do it? But that was crazy, she thought. Here she was wishing he'd rape her and get it over with and leave her alone. For as long as he did not touch her, she was in mental agony waiting. She waited and waited. Was he going to do it or wasn't he going to do it?
There was no noise now from the master and she waited and listened. Could he still be there? Was he standing near her or had he gone away silently? She tried to listen for his very breathing. She could hear nothing.
Perhaps he had fallen dead. Perhaps the excitement of whipping the other slave and her were too much for his heart and he lay there dead. God, she thought. That would be horrible. As much, as she hated him, that would be horrible because then there would be no one to care for her or the others who were bound and he would lie there and rot next to them and eventually they too would die from neglect. What a horrible way to go. But didn't
Sammy say he had a slave who helped him? Maybe the slave would ... What was that? Did she hear breathing? Was Sammy standing there, inches from her beaten and spread young body?
She felt his hot cock head at the entrance to her open cunt and she drew a quick breath. Oh, Christ, here it was. Now she was sorry he was not dead. Now she knew she had been crazy to ever harbor thoughts of sorrow that he may be dead and rotting on the floor near her. Her pussy was burning, ravished by the cruel lash and the very touch of his cock was hell. She could not even twist away from it. She had only to hang there and wait, wait for him to thrust it all the way inside her.
Oh, god, how did she ever get into this? The pain now was going to be the very worst. He knew it and she knew it and that was why he hesitated wickedly. He wanted the full mental impact to hit her. This fucking was going to punish her more than anything he had done to her so far. And he could afford to wait, they both knew, because there was no one who would ever find her now. No one could ever rescue her until he himself either released her or killed her.
Sammy thrust his big cock into her hot, burning pussy about an inch. She screamed out her silent scream but only her muscles tightened. She could not move, she could not be heard. He was going to take his time and let the pain be long and slow and effective. He was not going to rush his pleasure and get it over with soon. He was not going to punish her quickly and end it all before he got the maximum pleasure and she got the maximum pain.
He was the master. He was a master at inflicting pain. He rammed his cock another inch into her pained cunt. Her every muscle convulsed. She knew what was going to happen. She could picture it all before her. She could anticipate all that was to happen. She could picture it all before her. She could anticipate all the pain she was going to receive. She knew he was going to go into her cunt inch by painful inch and then he was going to begin his cruel, excruciating pumping back and forth inside her. She knew it was all going to happen, yet she could do nothing and say nothing in protest. He was now punishing her mind as well as her body. He was now making sure her mind also felt the full effect of his wrath. He was indeed, the crudest man she knew.
Another inch of cock inside her! He was going painfully slow. Why couldn't he go all the way in one quick shot and get it over with? No, that would be too merciful. That would not be in keeping with his terrible character. That would not be in keeping with the whole purpose of his abduction of her and the others. They were there to be punished and pained. Punished and pained for something they had not done. For something that was done to him so' long ago, long before any of them were even born perhaps. But they had to bear the pain and suffering that resulted from the cruelty of his mother when he was at a very impressionable age.
They had to be responsible for something beyond their control. They had to satisfy a need in him to punish all whores. Though they were not whores, in his mind they were. Any girl who acted whorishly was a whore. Any girl who came onto him strongly, in an assertive manner, was a prostitute to be whipped and punished while she hung bound motionless in leather and rubber restraints.
Another cruel inch! God, this was hell! He was getting the most out of his torture. She still felt the pain of each lash mark on her soft white skin. The strands of weighted leather had penetrated her cunt crack and whipped the helpless clit and inner lips which lay open and spread before his evil torture. Now he was raping the very flesh he had raped with his whip! His cock was as cruel now as any instrument of torture.
And why? What had she done to him? If anything, she had pleased him. She had given her body to him and tried to please him. She had lay open for him to do with her as he pleased and he had chosen to bind her and punish her. She would have done anything he asked of her but he would not have it. She would even have permitted him to tie her and even whip her if it pleased him that much. But he didn't have to take her in this fashion. He didn't have to torture and rape her repeatedly, cruelly and brutally.
"And she had been the fool to allow the situation to happen in the first place. She had been aware that some kind of monster was loose on the campus and she knew his method of operation. She had studied the profiles of the victims. Yet she still allowed herself to go out with Sammy even after she knew he was the last one to be with Marsha before she disappeared. Stupidly, she had not told the cops who were there to protect her. She had not taken her portable radio. She had gone away with him secretly. No one even knew she had gone with him and so no one would question him as to where she was. No one would raise a suspicion as to the coincidence of Sammy being the last one to be with both Marsha and Sue before they disappeared. As far as Sue knew, Sammy was not a suspect even in
Marsha's disappearance, let alone hers.
Another painful inch of cock! Her cunt was wet. It was mercifully wet. Otherwise the intrusion would have been murder! She knew that amused him. He loved to see a girl get a wet pussy from a beating. That worked a perverse passion and lust in his loins. He was cruel and sadistic and her wetness was just an affirmation that what he had before him was a mindless piece of female flesh that responded to whipping and pleasure by the same aroused wetness of the cunt.
How could this all be possible? It was not possible. It was not really happening. It was a hellish nightmare and she was really just dreaming. She was really safely in her bed with her door locked to keep out intruders and this was but an awful dream of a long restless night and it wasn't happening at all.
Another inch of his big cock taught her the reality of the situation. He gave another final thrust and he was all the way inside her. Then he began his pumping. Slowing, salaciously, painfully at first. Then he picked up the tempo and the pain became unbearable! He was awful! The whole thing was hell!
He beat his big hairy cock back and forth, hard inside her wet cunt. His cock was hot against her burning flesh and she cried silently within the confines of her bonds.
His big dick stabbed her again and again and each thrust sent burning agony deep inside her body. His tool was long and thick and hard and cruel. And he knew just how to use it to its most devastating best. He slammed it into her. He thrust it long and hard and his balls slapped loudly against her ass-hole. He worked rapidly now, like a jackhammer, back and forth and in and out of her cunt. He penetrated deeply and she could feel him at the very edge of her cervix, at the very entrance to her womb. And he continued to slam into her. He continued to pound away at her.
His hot meat slipped smoothly in and out of her slimy, wet cunthole and she hung there helplessly and could move not a single muscle, could not grab onto anything to brace herself, steel herself against his painful, demanding cock.
But she understood one thing while he pounded away at her. He was a master. He was her true master. She hated him, but she could never deny that he had completely dominated her. He had taken every ounce of spirit and resistance out of her. He had made her know that she was owned, she was at his mercy, she was to be used for his pleasure, for anything he had in mind. She was not to say no to him. She was not to deny him. She was not to resist him in anyway.
As his big cock did its work, she hung there bound securely for him and she knew these things. She knew all the things her bondage was intended to convey to her. She knew obedience and submission and the effects of cruel discipline. Now she was his. She hated every inch of him, but she gave him every inch of her. She would deny him nothing. She would obey him forever. She would do everything he told her to do.
His cock was slamming away at a rapid steady pace now and she had learned how to just relax her painful muscles and just take his punishing dick as it hammered away. He was going to come now, she could tell. His cock was swelling inside her and she felt the pressure on the sides of her cunt walls. He was going to pour all his liquid lust deep inside her.
His member was hot and it was slimy from all her cunty lubrication and he pumped in and out and began to moan now to match hCr moans. He rolled his eyes backward and felt the pressure ready to explode as the welled up come juices were about to be shot out from his loaded balls through his rock hard cock and deep into the bound girl's cunt.
It was getting tighter and tighter inside him and he was trying to hold back but it was all too good. She felt so warm and good around his cock! Her cunt was so warm and so slippery! her cunt was tight and it held his cock so firmly as he jammed her again and again.
He was going to come now! He felt the pressure release in an explosion of pleasure and he was rocketed to heights of ecstasy! He was soaring and the hot flood of come was pouring into her cavity! He was coming! He was coming! She was all tied and bound securely and she was spread and she was taking all of his hot come deep inside her plump cunt. Deep inside her tight, firm, soft, hot deep cunt.
It was heaven! He reached heaven! He reached the heights of pleasure! He came and came! He poured it all out inside her and she was overflowing with his white, male fluid.
Then he began his slow descent downward as he came off the heights of his lust. Slowly he allowed himself to float back to the earth. Slowly he allowed himself back to the reality of the situation. He fought to catch his breath and he stared pleasantly at the naked girl bound before him. It pleased him just to stare at her as she hung there helplessly, unable to see or speak or touch anything or move a single muscle except to tighten her muscles with the pain he inflicted. He loved to see her spread as she was, open and vulnerable and ready at all times to cater to his every need, his every want and lustful desire.
That was the way to keep a whore, he thought. That was how to do it. That was what they all needed, what they all wanted. Look how wet she had become just from his beating of her with the whip. She loved the beating. She would never admit it, h thought, but she loved the whipping. She wouldn't admit it even to herself but she loved the feel of the leather, loved the thrill of the lash as it played against her bound flesh.
Of course, she was a whore. All whores loved to be punished and whipped. All whores know they are sinful and need to be punished in order that they may somehow be cleansed of their impurities. They need to do penance for their sins. They need to be punished and made to crawl and beg and whimper and whine beneath a master's cruel whip. That was how it was. That was a reality of life. That was one of life's certainties.
It never occurred to Sammy that not one of the girls he had bound and beaten was a whore or ever gave out love and sex to anyone they did not love and want more than anything to please and make happy. But all that did not matter to his crazed mind, his unreasoning, disturbed hatreds he had so long harbored.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The three cops wondered what they were going to do next. The waitress brought them all another cup of coffee and they avidly watched her full ass bounce as she walked away. How were they going to get Sue free? How were they going to find her before the madman rapes and kills her and hides the body?
They did not know whether she was still alive or whether she was dead. They hoped she was only kidnapped and not raped and murdered. They had just received word that they were all going to be brought up on departmental charges for losing the girl. Now the situation was suddenly different. Now they wanted her back to save their jobs.
Damn, it would all be so easy if the department would give them another policewoman to work with. As of now they had nothing to go on. Another policewoman could get taken by the kidnapper and hopefully, this time they would be there to catch him. That was their only chance. What else did they have to go on? Where could they turn? What was to become of them if they lost their jobs, lost their guns and badges?
Life certainly was not fair. Life was hell. There was no justice any where. Here they were trying to do the best job they knew how and this stupid broad who was just a frustrated cunt in need of a stiff hosing, who comes along and presses the issue of female equality, woman's rights and all that other worthless shit and she makes trouble for the whole department by getting herself captured by a madman when she should be home having babies. Now they had to suffer for her stupidity.
And they weren't even sure if She did not invite it all. They knew that all woman secretly need and want to be raped. They were willing to bet that Sue was having the time of her life while the kidnapper was raping the hell out of her. Dumb bitch!
The captain had called them all into his office. He showed them a memorandum dated a few days ago stating they were to never allow her out of their sights. Christ, they had missed that one somehow. One of them was to pick that up and somehow they had missed it. They would have certainly complied with the directive, had they only known about it, they assured the captain. But Captain Reilly was angry. He threatened to take them all out of the detective division, put them back in uniform walking a beat and to bring them up on charges besides all that. Christ, he was mean when he was angry. They all wished they had never had to work with a policewoman. Had it been a man who got taken ot shot and killed or something, nothing would have been said. But no, it had to be a broad. Shit.
They had all thought it was going to be fun working with Sue. She was a pretty girl and she was new so they could push her around and order her around and tell her how they knew what was best for her. They were sure she was going to put out for all of them. They were sure she would want to, just to get in their good graces, just to get to be "one of the boys".
But Sue had not cooperated and they had been pissed off at her. So they left her alone and only worked with her when she called upon them for help. Which was never. She simply told them she would call them if and when she needed them. That was fine with them They wanted nothing to do with a cunt that didn't put oat for them anyway. She had a portable radio and they were sure she'd use it if she needed to contact them. Later when they found the radio in her dormitory room, they knew she had not taken it. Christ, that was hardly fair. If anyone should be brought up on departmental charges, it should be the cunt for not going according to procedures. She could be booted back to the uniform division and made to walk a beat and get demoted and lose her job and all that stuff. All the stuff the three cops were now being threatened with.
Life was not fair at all. Life was hell. It was a rough racket trying to make a living being a cop, they all agreed.
Meanwhile, Sammy was sitting in his bedroom in the big house on the hill. He had had to struggle all his life but he finally had the big housed and he didn't really need anything. He had money and he had personal slaves. His mother had worked hard and he had had the foresight to take her money from her and bank it. Bank it for his future. She would only have squandered it, anyway. It had been a long uphill battle and he had to sacrifice all along the way, but he had his money now.
He still wanted to do something worthwhile in life. He still wanted to be someone important like a lawyer or some such thing. But it was comforting to know he didn't have to do anything. He never had to work a day in his life if he didn't want to.
He had his big house. More importantly, he had his dungeon in the basement. He owned acres of land so that no one came around to disturb him. No one came past the No Trespassing signs he had posted all around. No one could hear any of the girls scream, even if he took off their gags. He had his money and his sex and there was nothing more he really wanted. He had enough money so that if things got too hot for him here, he could always just pick up and leave and go to another part of the country. He had no worries, no commitments.
He would like to finish school, though, he thought It was a personal thing with him to be able to feel like an intellectual, to feel like one of the established members of the community. That was important to him. So he would stay around and try to get his degree.
Hell, he didn't care if his degree even earned him a cop's job. That way he'd have plenty of opportunities to pick up hookers as they walk the streets. He would make deals with them then to let them go. It would be a fine and noble and very rewarding career for him.
Sammy heard a knock at his bedroom door. It startled him at first because he had been deep in his reveries. But he realized it was Fran.
"Come in, slave," he ordered. Fran entered with her head bowed. She carried a tray with warm milk for him just before he was to go to bed. It always relaxed him to drink some very warm milk before going to bed at night. Actually, it was not so much the warm milk as the sex he always had with Fran that tired him out and spent him and made him sleep like a baby.
He watched Fran now. She wore the new nose ring he had fitted her with earlier that day. She looked miserable with it through her nose but it was the mostingenious idea he'd had to date. It was convenient to hang a slave by and he could easily drag slaves around by a short lead of rope attached to the ring. Also it was a constant reminder of their slavery.
Fran was the only slave he had fitted so far with a nose ring, but the results were fantastic and he knew now he was going to put one on all the whores in the dungeon. He had thought he could not bring Fran down any lower than what she was as she crawled around naked on all fours with the dog collar around her neck. But the nose ring made an instant difference. All of a suden, her head bowed low and would not rise. Not at all. It was beautiful to watch. He was sure that if she were not required to stay on all fours, she would drop prostrate on the ground and lie there in devastated submission with her head low, all the way to the floor.
It was the most fantastic discovery he had ever made. He was definitely going to expand on the practice and Fran was soon to get nipple rings and a cunt ring for each of her cunt lips and maybe even an ass ring if he could figure a way to do that.
"Come here to the bed, dog," he ordered. "Assume a dog's position."
Fran did as she was told. She dragged her naked body to the bed with her eyes always on the floor. She then got down on an all-fours position with her front body resting on her elbows and on her knees with her ass high in the air, "presented" to him for his pleasure.
She knew what he was going to do. They had repeated this procedure many times. She only got fucked "doggie style", only ate on all fours from a dog's dish, only relieved herself from an all-fours position as a dog does and most of the time only walked around on all fours. She was beginning to believe she really was a dog. She was treated only as a dog is treated. She never wore clothes, never was without her dog's collar, was always underfoot, kicked and whipped.
Now she was going to be fucked like a dog. But not before her master tied her in the position of a dog. He secured her wrists and ankles to the bed with ropes. He tied her ankles wide to receive him from the back. He thought about fitting her with a doggie muzzle but he would have his fun with her by making her bark as he rammed her. He took up a whip and approached her now.
"Let me hear the dog speak." he ordered.
"Whoof, whoof!" she barked.
Whack! He whipped her hard with a short leather whip.
"Louder, dog. I want to really hear you!"
The "dog" obeyed and barked again as loud as she could. He whacked her a few more times with the whip as she knelt.
She barked constantly now, non-stop, as he continued to whip her bare ass which she had no choice but to hold high for him. He whipped her as he approached her from behind and soon he was kneeling behind her and whipping her naked back as she continued her humiliating whoofing.
This time, Sammy decided to really give her the doggie treatment. He grabbed his hard cock and lined it up with her brown ass-hole. She gasped involuntarily and continued her barking. He would fuck her up the ass. It would be excellent training for her, he told himself. He would be contributing to her doggie education.
He made sure he was all lined up and then he thrust his hips forward. The bitch-dog knew better than to pull away. Indeed, though she knew it would be excruciating, she thrust her ass backward slightly to meet his cock. It went up deep inside her hot and painful all the way. It sent burning, shooting pain deep within her guts.
All the time she barked, only now her barks were miserable, all the hurt and pain and humiliation reflected in each wail, each whine, each pathetic whoof. Sammy was really aroused by the sounds she was making and he was rock hard. He whipped her furiously now, constantly to add to her pain, to make her cries more to his liking.
She was receiving pain in her bowels and pain from his harsh whip. He was ramming her hard in and out as his hips moved in rapid cruelty back and forth. His body was filling with pleasure. His loins were alive and he was riding high on his lust. The passion was building and carrying him to heights of pleasure. He flailed away at the helpless slave with the nose ring which cruelly pierced her nostrils. He thrust hard back and forth and she felt her guts being pushed and pulled with his every movement. She knew she was pleasing him because it was hell for her. That was usually the criterion by which he judged his pleasure. The more she was punished, the more he was pleased. She knew this, understood this and now accepted this as the standard by which she conducted herself.
She felt the pain from her ass-hole to her throat and all along her naked arched back as his cruel whip kept up a constant punishment, a never ending flailing at her soft flesh. He was going like a machine behind her and she was accepting it like a fucking machine, a fuck-receptacle, existing only for his pleasure. "Whoof! Whoof! Whoof!" she barked as he ass-fucked her and whipped her. He was fucking her violently now and she was beginning to cry in spite of herself. She was crying for the pain and she was crying fox the humiliation. That surprised her because she did not believe she had any emotions left. She did not think there was anything else he could do to her that would get to her emotionally. She did not believe he had power over her in that area of her mind. Not any longer. She had believed he had burned it all out of her. She had believed that she could just function for him as a robot, a zombie to be fucked and whipped and humiliated but not really reached inside. Now he was reaching inside her by making her weep for her humiliation and pain.
And she hated him. He had no right to do this to her. He had no right to do this to the others. Who was he to decide he was the master of these women? Who was he to place himself above them all and to hand out heartless punishments and humiliations. She pulled slightly against her bonds. That was "something she had not done for a long time. She had usually accepted her bondage and not resisted. Now she tried the strength of the ropes. But she did it subtly so that Sammy would not suspect her rebellion. All the knots held good and tight. She could not escape. At least not this session of pain and humiliation. But if she just did as she was told. If she took his whipping and his ass-fucking and barked the whole time as he instructed her to do, then she would be free to escape during the night. He always left her free during the night.
Oh, she had to lie on the floor by his bed, but he was a heavy sleeper and she was sure she could sneak out during the night and get away. He had fucked and whipped his slaves all day that day and she was certain he was tired.
All the time she thought these rebellious thoughts, her master rammed his big cock in and out of her ass cruelly. She suffered the ripping of her bowels and the push and pull that sent sharp pangs of torment all the way up her body. His whip never stopped biting into her soft white flesh and she knew she was covered with the bright red welts his whip was raising all over her.
Then she felt his ramming, jamming, hammering, pounding, pumping, thumping, slamming, cramming cock get harder, swell wider inside her and she knew he was ready to come. She braced herself. His whipping of her became more furious and she barked faster and louder accordingly. Then she felt the hot come explode inside her ass. It seemed to fill her with the hot fluid and she immediately felt dirty, soiled by his foul seed that washed through her. But she had to take it. She had to do exactly as her master told her to do and so she moved her ass slowly in rhythm to his thrusting hips and she tried to make his cruel pleasure as good for him as possible.
After he came he continued to whip the poor bound girl. She had been through this kind of session before and she knew that his whipping could continue for a few minutes or for an hour. She was to bark the whole time, she knew and so she kept up her miserable, wailing, howling barking that pleased her master so much. She hung her head in the ultimate shame of what he had made her and she wailed and barked and took her punishment without pulling at the ropes she knew would not yield.
She was not certain how long he beat her. She just let all the spirit wash out of her as his whip descended again and again. He whipped her ass now too because he was out of her and she felt the hot come coming out of her ass-hole in a stream of oozing juice that coated her skin but did not soften the cruelty of his lash.
She surrendered to the pain.
That night she would escape him, she told herself. That night as he lay asleep with her on the floor, she was going to flee the evil house and got to the police and have the sick bastard arrested and thrown away in a cell for the rest of his life.
The whipping finally stopped. She remained there and barked because he hadn't told her to stop barking. He whipped her a few more times then, instructing her to shut up and stop that ridiculous barking she was making. So she just knelt there with her head low and waited for whatever he was going to do next. Whatever it was, she was going to take it. She would take anything as long as she could escape later. He could do no worse than he had already done to her, making her a slave, a dog, whipping and kicking her and making her clean up after the other poor helpless victims. What more could he do. Whatever he did, it would be his last, because she was going that night. There was no way she was going to continue her foolishness as she had by staying there to receive worse punishment from him.
He would spend days thinking up new pain for her and the others. He had already told her she was to have rings pierce her nipples and cunt just like the one he had so cruelly forced through her nostrils. Each punishment got progressively worse. Soon she would be near death and it will be too late. She had to flee now while she still could. She had to. She had to live. She had to live and she had to have some pride left when he got through with her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue hung there after her whipping and rape. There was no spirit nor pride left in her. She hung there unable to move and she was sure she was going to go berserk. She was sure that if she let herself she was going to lose her mind. She could not see nor speak and she had not been fed nor anything since she was kidnapped. Now she had to move her bowels and there was no one she could tell. There was no way she could communicate her need to relieve herself. There were no footsteps, there was no way to tell whether it was night or day or if anyone was around and she tried again to move but not even an inch of movement was granted her.
And the awful cramp in her abdomen was killing her. If she moved her bowels all over herself, she was surely going to die of shame. The indignity of it, even should she be rescued, would be too much for her to ever bear. But i she really had to go now. She was afraid too of what Sammy would do if she made a mess. He was insane, she knew and he no doubt would whip her to death for her disgusting act.
She began to cry. God, she had to relieve herself. All the leather thongs held tight and she cried because she could not even sway while being suspended, that's how firmly secured she was. Not that she would want to sway because the slightest movement would cause horrible pain. But the idea of not being able to move was hell. Her feet and hands had nothing to push against and the cruel leather harness around her middle forced her back into the cruelest arching position she had ever known.
Now her muscles were beginning to cramp because she had tried so hard to move. Her muscles knotted up and as they began to cramp with pain they tightened even more and soon she became one mass of contorted, convulsed muscles out of control. Her whole body was in total pain, totally bound up knots of agony.
That was when her sphincter let go and she shit all over herself. Then she pissed herself and she cried and hung there in total pain and total shame. There was not a single thing anyone could do to her that would have drained any more spirit and pride from her. Her body was a naked mess, welts crisscrossed her ravished flesh, she had been raped and humiliated and now she was knotted from head to foot in the most painful muscle cramps she had ever experienced.
Then she heard the whip sing out and the whipping began! She had thought she was alone but now she was being whipped! No one spoke. But the whip spoke! Whack! Whack! Whack! It burned all along her body! No one had to speak. She was being punished for her disgusting mess.
The whipping continued for several minutes and her muscles contorted even worse. She was one massive knot of pain and the whip rained down upon her! Couldn't he see that she was in pain? Couldn't he see that she had lost control of all her muscles? Didn't he see the bulges through her skin? Or didn't he care?
The whip continued its cruel punishment and she knew he didn't care anything about how he punished her. So, she just hung there and took it and let all spirit leave her. She had no choice but to accept his cruelty.
When the beating finally stopped her muscles began to relax and soon, after several minutes, she felt only the exhaustion the ordeal left her with. Then it seemed a lifetime of silence again. Was he gone? She had thought he was gone before but he was there to whip her when she messed herself. Now she was left with the awful smell to add to her shame. How long would she have to remain like that until she was cleaned up? How long?
But then she felt something at her head. Her face mask was being removed! But no, it was only being pulled up off her mouth, but not over her eyes. She would still not be allowed to see.
"I am going to remove the ball-gag in your mouth, whore," she heard him say. "If you' utter a single sound, or try in any way to communicate or beg for mercy while the gag is removed, I promise you, I will whip you until you are unconscious. You are not to try to speak at all or you will be the sorriest woman alive."
Sammy began to remove her mouth gag. She remembered what he had said and after the ball-gag was taken from between her cramped and tortured jaws, she did not try to speak. She couldn't anyway. She found she couldn't even begin to close her mouth or to make her tongue obey her control.
Her master quickly fitted her with the opened-mouthed gag that forced her mouth into the open O shape. She couldn't close her mouth and the open hole allowed her master access all the way down her throat. The mouth harness was similiar to the doggie muzzle he had placed on Fran.
"Now that I have access to your mouth, whore, I think I should feed you some of your own shit! You are hungry, aren't you?"
Sue felt the panic race through her now! The awful bastard! That was why he had removed the ball-gag. That rotten son of a bitch! She was going to be forced to eat her own shit as she hung there with her head pulled all the way back, her mouth wide opened now to the ceiling where anything could be deposited there. And it was impossible for her to even turn her head to one side. She was completely at his mercy and all she could do was moan a little louder than she could .with the ball-gag. At least now she could grunt. But grunts were for animals and her master did not need any encouragement to treat her like an animal.
Eat her own shit! Oh, God, how awful! Yet she knew she was going to have to do it. She had no choice.
"But first, bitch," he said. "I am going to mouth fuck you deep down your throat!"
Oh, God! Which was worse! When he said all the way down her throat, she knew he meant all the way down her throat! And there was no way she could stop him. She could not close her mouth, not do anything but keep her mouth opened and contorted in the petfect O shape of the mask!
She heard him near her head! He was dropping his pants. She heard his zipper and the material drop to the floor. Then she felt his hands grab her head. Her head was right at cock level. She could still smell her own shit and she wasn't sure whether he'd dick her mouth or drop some of her shit into it.
She was almost thankful when she felt his hot cock enter her mouth. He slipped his big cock easily along her tongue and she could not stop it. It touched the back of her throat and she began to gag and choke! Oh, Christ! she thought. If I puke now I'll choke and die on my own vomit!
But just as she was about to gag, her master shoved his huge cock all die way into her throat! Her throat muscles convulsed madly and he began to pump in and out with his cruel tool as she struggle to breathe. He beat his cock in and out, in and out as his hips worked furiously back and forth and into her face. She was receiving a thorough mouth-fucking. A face-fucking like she had never received before. She had absolutely no control over what he was doing to her and he was entering all the way down her throat. Her stomach was retching and her throat muscles were tightening convulsively around his cock.
She was giving him fantastic pleasure by her quivering, uncontrollable throat muscles and she knew it but she was helpless to do anything. She tasted his salty cock and she knew he had recently fucked someone up the ass with it. After several in and out thrusts, she had sufficiently cleaned off his cock so that now all she tasted was his come juices that began to ooze out even before his come.
She fought for air, sucking desperately and all she got for her efforts was more come. She was sucking come instead of air and the more she was prevented from breathing, the harder, more desperately she sucked!
And all the time the cruel cock was slamming away at her poor harnessed face. He began to whip her now as he face-fucked her and she could not understand what pleasure that brought her until she realized that because she could not move and thrash beneath the whip, she gasped and sucked for air. So that by whipping her he was able to guarantee the maximum pleasure of her sucking mouth around his cock. She was sucking until it appeared her cheeks would collapse.
The big cock hammered away and she wept and desperately sucked while he mouth-fucked her and whipped her. And she knew she was to be rewarded by having to eat her own shit when all of this was through! He slammed and banged into her and she felt his big member begin to swell. She was going to suck him off and she was unable to stop him from having his pleasure with her. She was giving him the best blow job she had ever given anyone and she hated him and did not want to give him a good blow job but she had no choice as her cheeks sucked in and she fought for breath and sucked his hot come out of his cruel, stabbing cock!
He began to come in long spurts of hot come that flooded her throat and she was helpless to do anything but suck it all down desperately. She was unable to to stop his pleasure as he whipped her soft white skin and made her gasp in all of his slimy come, deep, deep down her convulsing throat.
He came and flooded her. He fdled her hungry stomach with his hot come and she knew she was taking her master for her food. She almost felt grateful, for she had not been fed since she was taken by him. She felt his come warm her insides and she was grateful for the food that filled her.
But now she would have to eat her own shit. Now she would have to take another kind of food. She felt slimy and dirty and horrible at having to swallow all of the monster's come. Not that she had never swallowed come before. Only that he was such a despicable creature that she hated the very thought of it.
She gasped now for the air she so desperately needed and she prayed he would not force feed her while she was sucking air. She knew, how he would do it. He would fill her mouth and then hold her nose so that she had to swallow just to breathe. So, he would get his way, as he always got his way. She would have to eat it. She would have to do exactly as she was told to do by him and as soon as she began to understand that, the better off she'd be. There might even be less whippings then, although she really doubted that he would slacken off on his punishment of her. He loved his discipline too much to ever give it up. He loved to have women squirm and thrash and moan beneath him. That was how he maintained his hard cock, that was how he was able to come. Without the moans and the pain, he was nothing.
"You will have to wait until my slavegirl comes to force-feed you. She is very adept at her task and she knows how to get you to take all of your shit. She has done this many times to many other slaves. So I advise you not to try to fight her. She can be as cruel as I am. But right now I must go and release her from her bondage. Your v jt will not be very long, cunt. You shit-eating slut!"
He whacked her a couple more times with the whip before he left, just to remind her of its bite and just to hear her moan for him. And then he was gone. Sue hung there and wept She could feel every lash, she could taste every drop of his come and the prospects ahead left her mouth feeling awful, anticipating the horrible taste, the shame of having to eat her own mess!
He was the cruelest man she knew. But he was smart also and there was no one who could stop him. Not the police, not anyone. He would have his way, as he always had his way. She was to endure it all. All the shame and degradation and pain he was to give her. She was his to do with as he wished and he knew it and she knew it and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Why did it have to be like that? Why was he getting away with it. Why couldn't he be caught and his balls cut off and let him rot in prison forever? Where was the justice of life?
Sue thought all these thoughts and cried bitterly. And why did she have to be one of the victims?
Now he was going to free his slave to torture her further. The poor slave no doubt had no choice but to obey him. If she dared to be merciful to any of the women in bondage, she would be severely punished, Sue was sure. Poor girl. Sue wondered what kind of bondage she was held in. She did not even know the girl but she was sorry for her, even though the girl was going to be freed so that she could scoop up Sue's shit and make her eat it all.
Yes, it was easy to blame the slave. But no one knew the hell he put her through. No one knew. He was capable of anything, this madman. He was capable of the most fiendish punishments and bondage. And they had all had the gross misfortune of falling into his hands.
But Sue could not know the terror he had put the slave through during the night. She could not know that she too was due to have her nose and nipples and cunt lips pierced and suspended by the rings he was to place through them. Sue had not yet begun to know the full madness of her captor. But she was in his plans. She was definitely in his evil plans.
Fran knew. Fran perhaps knew him the best of all the others. She was the only one who was able to see the results of all of his madness. She was the one who fed and cleaned the women in bondage. She was the one who got the clearest picture. She was the one who knew of all his evils, saw it all, participated in it all. He had made her an accomplice in his madness and she had obeyed to get out of being whipped and beaten and tortured. But now she was feeling as guilty as he. She had force fed shit to the captives, she had whipped them for him. And she had spared them nothing. She had whipped them as brutally as she could because she knew it would please her master and pleasing him became all important to her. Pleasing her master became all she lived for.
But now things were changing. Even before he placed the nose ring things were changing. She was becoming immune to his punishments because he had taken all of her spirit from her and she had nothing left for him to take and she was left only with hatred for him.
But last night had been hell. Last night he had hot allowed her to sleep on the floor next to his bed. He had decided on torture instead. The ass-fucking and whipping were not enough for him. He wanted more. And he would always want more. He would never be satisfied until she lay dead at his feet. She had to stop him. She alone had to stop him.
He had tied her wrists behind her and then suspended her naked by the ring in her nose. Then he whipped her and ordered her to dance for him as he whipped her. But only her toes touched the floor. The cruel ring in her nose was tied tight to a thin rope so that she was forced to stand on tiptoes the whole night with her hands behind her back firmly tied.
She had danced for the cruel whip. She had pleased her cruel master and she had listened to his evil laughter as she performed her ridiculous pirouette while he striped her bare ass with red welts. But that would be the end. She would take no more of his evils. She would have no more punishment from the mad monster.
As she hung there all night she knew it could no longer go on. She listened while he snored away, after it was all over, all the dancing she had to do and the whipping she had to take, she listened while he snored in his happy, blissful sleep.
Her toes barely touched the ground and she had to maintain a constant balance as her face was pulled straight upward. If she once lost her balance or otherwise fell from her toes, she would rip off the tip of her nose. She was sure she would receive the whipping of her life then instead of medical care.
So she was determined not to lose her balance, not to fall off her toes no matter how tired she became. And she became very tired. The night was long. He had promised her that in the morning he would free her and later in the day he would put additional rings on other parts of her ravished body.
In the morning, he had gotten up and he had had not freed her. He had left her while he went out to torture the other women. If he decided to go to school that day and leave her hanging there, she was sure she could not bear it, could not hold out, could not keep on her toes. Her. feet and legs were so awfully cramped, so awfully tired.
But he returned at mid-morning and told her she had a clean-up and force-feeding to perform. Some more pain and torture for some helpless creature, she thought. The madman whipped her for no reason then, just because he wanted to hear her moan, wanted to watch her "dance" before him. He kept it up, flailing the cat o' nine tails across the soft undersides of her tits, across her nipples, across the tender undersides of her ass-cheeks.
"You are in no hurry to be released," he told her as he whipped her. "You are not often on anything but all fours. Now you should be happy to be on your toes." And he laughed.
When he finally released her and her heels hit the ground she collapsed to the floor and he laughed and whipped her some more, just for the fun of it. But he made the mistake of turning his back on her. The heavy lamp crashed down on his head.
The next thing he knew he was blindfolded with a ball-gag tight in his mouth. His hands were tied securely behind his back and he hung suspended by rings that pierced his nipples, his scrotum sack and the foreskin of his cock. He was forced to stand on his tip toes and the pain was unbearable.
He could hear all the women around him arguing over who was going to whip him with the cat o' nine tails, who was going to ram the big dildo up his ass, who was going to burn him with the red hot poker.
One thing was for certain. They were not going to turn him over to the police. Not for quite some time, anyway. Not in any recognizable state. Not without first having him spend excruciating months as their slave. And they knew they would get away with it. After all, he had driven them to it. He had made all their minds snap. They all shared the laughter of their evil joke. They decided they would all do these horrible things to him. After all, he could be burned and whipped and raped more than once. More than twice or three times. He was theirs now. He had a lot to learn at their hands.
When Fran had seen her master's head turn she had felt something snap inside her head and she knew she was going to kill him. So she found the large lamp in her hand before she realized exactly what she was doing.
It all happened before her eyes in an unreal slow motion. She saw the lamp smash into a hundred pieces and she saw his head open up and the blood squirt out. He fell in a slow, slow motion that seemed to take forever before he hit the floor.
She stood over the unconscious man then and she stared at him for a long time. But she knew what she was going to do and even without a conscious thought she found herself binding the man in tight ropes. She pulled the ropes as tightly as she could. She did not care about whether she stopped the circulation in his limbs. She bound him hand and foot and stood over him again.
She thought about beating and kicking him to death but he would have felt nothing then and she wanted him to suffer. She wanted him to feel all the pain and humiliation he made others feel.
But there would be time. There was plenty of time to exact her own punishment upon the monster. But she would need the help of the others to make it all as painful for him as possible. They would help her, she knew. They would gladly help" to make him as miserable as possible. They wanted him to suffer perhaps more than she wanted him to suffer, if that were possible. They would all have to get together and decide just how it was to be done. They would all have to agree.
But first she had to go and free the others. They had been bound for so very, very long. Even an hour bound the way he had them was an eternity. Even a few minutes. He was an evil sadist.
The others would be waiting for punishment. Fran would be their savior.
Fran almost ran out of the room. She could not wait to undo the evil she had helped to perpetuate. She could not wait to hear the relieved sighs of the women as she freed them from their bonds. It was a day she had waited for for a long time. It was a day she had dreamed of for what seemed like an eternity.
She ran to the chamber where the women were kept. There she stood in the doorway and trembled as she viewed the results of Sammy's evil works. The works she too had participated in.
Sue felt her hands being freed. She could not believe it. She could not believe what was happening to her. Was this another evil trick of the cruel master? Was she going to be freed only to have to perform some foul act for her master's pleasure. She thought she was to eat her own mess. Was this part of it? She had hung here for what seemed like forever and waited for the slave to come to her to force-feed her. Now she was being untied.
"Don't be afraid," she heard the female voice say. "I have overpowered the madman. I have him tied up, unconscious. He won't hurt any of us anymore. Don't be afraid. I have come to free all of you."
The captive women could not believe their ears. It was as though they had known no other life than that of bound slavery. They could not remember what it was like to simply stretch out their free limbs.
Here was this female voice telling them they were to all be freed. It was the voice of the madman's slave. His assistant. Could they trust her? Did they have a choice but to trust her? They had no more to lose. They were made to be the lowest creatures on the face of the earth and they could not have too much more evil done to them.
The poor slave of the madman had. no choice but to assist, they knew. They had no hatred for her. She had always seemed so sad, so broken as she went about the monster's work. She always depressed them more than they had been depressed just by looking into her sad eyes. So, they had no evil thoughts of her, even though she had helped the master punish them so brutally.
Fran undid all of their bonds. The naked women lay' crippled on the floor and waited for the life to return to their poor tortured limbs. They tried to move but it was impossible for a long time. They lay on the cold stone floor and did their slow writhe of freedom. Every muscle of their young bodies had been pulled and twisted out of jts usual shape and just thinking about moving was painful.
Fran went from one to the other and rubbed and massaged the cramps from their bodies. She was wonderful. Her hands were strong and loving and the women lay back and let the hands of the woman have their way about their bodies. She touched them in all the intimate places and they did not cafe. Her hands knew what they were about and the muscles of their tortured bodies began to untwist, to loosen, to come back to life.
It was great just to move, just to reach out and scratch an itch, just to touch their own welt-laden flesh. It was wonderful to breathe in deeply and let the air fill their lungs to capacity and not have it hurt just to take a breath. It was wonderful just to turn their heads and look to the light, to be able to stretch out and think about running or simply walking in the sunlight. To see the sun!
The stone floor was cold beneath them but even that was all right. Everything was going to be all right now. Everything was going to be fine as long as the monster was tied and in their power. Each one of the freed women secretly tested their stiff limbs to be certain they could be capable of inflicting pain and torment upon the madman. Each one knew they did not want him turned '. over to the police until they had had a long time to make him pay for what he had done to them.
They would never be the same women again, that was for certain. They would forever carry the mental scars of the madman's torture and confinement. Somehow it would help to know they had gotten their revenge upon him, that he was walking around without his balls, without his pride. Maybe even make it so that he could never walk again. Make it so that he had to forever crawl like the snake he was. Make it so that all who looked at him would know him for the animal he was.
No, they would not turn him over to any humane institution where he would be pampered and treated kindly and maybe later released because some sick doctor believed him cured. He would have to know the punishment
It would be a long, long time before he was ever free. If ever, he realized. Somehow, he thought, that was not fair. He would have freed them eventually. Yes, eventually after he destroyed their minds and bodies and made them into scum, not even fit for the gutter. Not even worthy to be spat upon.
Now what were they going to do to him? That was hell, not knowing just how far they were going to go. Somehow he understood that they were going to go as far as they possibly could go to bring him the most pain and degradation.
Now it was his turn. Now he was hated for being a madman. But he was not a madman, he told himself. .They were all whores who deserved to be punished. But he was not a madman.
But that did not matter now. Now it was his turn at the hands of angry, insane people who did not understand the meaning of humanity or mercy.
