Jim tried to decide how he would play with the girls he had kidnapped today. Should he make them fight with each other, eat each other's cunts, give them enemas and lock them in a small cage, or just plain fuck them, one at a time? Well, he would have all the time he needed, Jim knew. In any case, he knew that he would have a lot of fun making the new batch breath, to his every whim, his every perverted demand.
He pulled the blonde out of the cage by her arm. "Squat down and show me your pink, baby!" he yelled, feeling serene and all powerful.
Dagny knew what would happen to her if she resisted. She knew that she would have to do whatever that crazed maniac told her to do, no matter how scared she was or how awful she thought the demand was.
She put her fingers down by her cunt, while she squatted on the floor, and pulled her pussy lips, stretching them out so her pink, velvety flesh was revealed to Jim.
His living dolls were like toys to him, a virtual paradise of beautiful, but helpless girls and women.
"I think I'll shove my fist into your cunt today, Dagny, ha ha! What do you say to that?!"
"Th-thank you," she whimpered, totally debased, degraded and humiliated.
CHAPTER ONE
Jim Gilliam had been a Hollywood stunt man for two years. But now he was back home in New York City.
It was not that he disliked his work. The exercise and the various agile movements he had to perform were very compatible with him. It was something else, however, that finally drove him away in a frustrated rage from all of that Hollywood glamour.
He had seen all of the beautiful starlets, sex goddesses, and actresses and he had done some scenes with them. He might ride a motorcycle through a brick wall, jump off in mid-air, and land at the feet of a half-nude starlet. Then the leading man would take over and finish the love scene, getting all of the credit and the rewards for the work he had done.
Even actresses, famous ones, too, who never were seen nude in the movies, were seen nude, sunning themselves on the set in Jim's presence, unconcerned by him at all, knowing that they were turning him on immensely, but looking at him as if he were just another prop, or a faggot who had no thoughts about their exposed honey pots and tits.
He had seen them all, Academy Award winners, sitting nude around a pool all to themselves and the leading men and the directors and producers., a very exclusive pool. Since there wasn't always enough work during a screening for him, Jim often served as a gopher during the hours of relaxation for the highly paid cast members.
"Go for this, Jim, go for that," a sexy young actress would tell him, thrusting her bare chest out at him, as if he were an unfeeling stooge.
Finally, Jim could take no more. It was either blue-balls or jerk off if he was to get any satisfaction. He knew he could teach some of those foxy cunts a thing or two. Even the ones in their late thirties, the ones playing girls in their twenties excited Jim. But they had their own social clique, and a mere stunt man was not acceptable.
He hated them after a while, but he still wanted them, wanting to take their nurtured, nude bodies in his hands and squeeze them, kiss them, make love to them.
But he never did. It was only, "Here you are, Faye. I hope your Gin Fizz is suitable." Or, landing at the feet of a budding young starlet, after jumping off a roof, almost breaking his ankle. "Don't just sit there, Joe, get away and let AI take over," he would be told. "Yes, sorry, Miss Lange," he would reply to a girl five years his junior, looking up at her large, voluptuous breasts, knowing that someone else was going to have the pleasure of caressing them.
Jim did save a lot of money in his two years as a stunt man. He would have spent it gladly on one of the Hollywood actresses he had wanted, but he didn't even get a chance to ask. They treated him as if he were a piece of shit. He wanted revenge so badly, but he knew that all of those actresses had bodyguards all around them, all of the time. However, he still had visions of forcing some of them to submit to his lusts, making them grovel at his feet for the privilege of sucking his cock. Then, to show them how much he thought of them, he would have them spread their ass open and he would shove an enema right up their ass, no lubrication, making them squeal and yelp as if they were little piglet, and then he would have them beg him for a bed pan, which he would ruthlessly dangle about their outstretched arms.
With the fifteen thousand dollars Jim had saved, he bought a small house in the middle of a swamp in Brooklyn's Mill Basin. He wanted to be alone and isolated from everything, but he still had to be in New York. He had been born and raised there and he could not leave it. It was the place he knew best.
It was more like a shack than a house, but Jim was very knowledgeable about carpentry and he knew how to use his hands well. He fixed up the little place so it looked very presentable, even though he brought no one there to present it to. Most of the friends he had known before he left for Hollywood five years ago were not around any more, or they were married and had kids, or were dead or in jail or in some other city now.
He saw so much of Hollywood's perversities, that it had actually disgusted him. He became a kind of hermit, not trusting people, and not wishing to have any contact with anyone, or as little as permitted.
He bought himself an old VW panel truck and fixed it up very nicely. The nearest house to his was over a mile away. And he was still only a half-hour drive from Manhattan, Times Square, Park Avenue, Broadway!
Jim worked on his house and van for a few weeks. He cleaned out his basement and painted it. But he soon ran out of things to do, and he also found that he was running out of money.
He took a drive by himself, all around Brooklyn, and then into Manhattan. When he could just observe the people without interacting with them, he did not mind. It even gave him a feeling of power, watching people without their knowing it, almost like he was watching a movie, just sitting back and watching them, like they were characters on a screen.
Sure, Jim knew that they were real. It was even better than a movie for him because of that. Just listening to a conversation between two girls as he stopped for a light began to excite him. But he would have to move on, the two girls would continue their conversation, and all Jim would be left with was a fleeting memory of their bodies and voices.
He soon began to have fantasies that he was invisible and he could just walk into their houses and observe the people a little better. He would even interfere with them, being in complete control, making them do what he wanted them to.
It was mostly women between the ages of about twelve and thirty that caught Jim's attention, although a few in their late thirties also had the power to excite him, remembering some of the actresses he used to see.
He now had something to do with his time, although his money problems were starting to catch up with him. Just driving around and then fantasizing about the females he saw was a full-time job.
He found that after a few weeks of doing that, he became more and more violent in his fantasies, doing all sorts of perverted sexual things to the women he saw walk by in the streets, go into houses, or get in taxis.
What was worse, Jim found that his fantasies would now come into his vision, even if he did not try to bring it on. It was getting out of control, and he knew it, but he liked it, and he did nothing to try to stop it.
Soon, he was in the position where he had to contemplate selling his van. He had gone through his whole savings in less then three months, not working or earning any money. He had to do something, but he still wanted to keep doing what he was, driving around and looking and listening to pretty girls and woman, unobserved by them, and then imagine them with their legs spread wide open and their pussies puckering.
Then Jim got a great idea. He had figured out how to do what he wanted and get paid for doing it. He could be close to all of that pussy, listen to what they were saying, and get paid for doing it, while he fantasized about them.
Wow, that redhead is really a goddamn cunt, Jim said to himself as he looked in his rear view mirror. She's only about fifteen, too, a nice age, young, soft, ripe, not really molded yet, but her thoughts just forming into ideas.
She was at the age where she was just starting to venture out in the world, finally escaping from the hold her parents had on her, maybe just losing her virginity or thinking about losing it.
"Driver, would you go a little slower! Jesus, you're driving like a maniac. I should report you, you idiot. Well, you're not going to get a tip from me, stupid. Just slow down."
Jim bit his lip, swallowed a few times and slowed his taxi to a slow roll, letting all of the other cars back up behind him, honking their horns.
"You idiot, where the hell did you ever learn how to drive?"
Jim looked down the rush-hour traffic of Flatbush Avenue. "Look, Miss, either I zip through this traffic, or we crawl like a snail. I didn't put all of these cars there," Jim said.
"Driver, I don't care how you get me there. Just get me to Kings Plaza. I don't have to tell you how to drive. You're the cab driver, not me," said the nagging, demanding voice of the fifteen year old girl.
"Yes, miss," Jim replied, wishing he could just throw her the fuck out of the taxi and take her money for the fare and a tip, too. The rotten little bitch said I ain't gonna get a tip, even, like it's my fault this traffic is like this, Jim said to himself.
He fingered the .38 he kept at the side of his seat, near the floor. In the four months he had been driving, he had been robbed three times. Since he had the gun, he shot two teenagers trying to rob him and dumped their bodies into the Hudson River, after carrying them in his trunk and letting them out at an embankment along the West Side Highway.
He remembered the wonderful feeling of revenge he felt as the two junkies got on their knees and prayed for their lives. That made up for all the other times he had been taken advantage of.
Now, with the nagging, but beautiful looking teenager sitting in the back seat of his taxi, Jim again felt a tremendous need for revenge. He saw in his mind's eye, the little bitch, stripped naked, on her knees and begging him for mercy.
He had the gun in his hand, almost without realizing it, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding the .38, as he drove through the rush hour traffic.
"Hey you, what's taking so long, huh? I got things to do. My boyfriend is waiting for me. Hurry up, stupid," she yelled.
"Yes, miss, I'm trying," Jim said. He looked ahead of him. Then he noticed that he had been holding his gun. He felt his cock rising in his pants. Should I do it? Should I? I've been waiting for this for so long. It'll be easy, it will. I'll just take her towards Kings Plaza and then bring her to my house. It's kind of on the way, he said to himself. No, no, this is different. It's different than shooting two junkies. They'll look for her. But how will they find her? No, I can't. I'll get my revenge on her tonight. She'll be lapping up my cream when I jerk off tonight, he said to himself. I just can't take her. Or can I?
"Hey, is that a gun there? Is that a gun? Are you crazy? Help! Help! You'll go to jail for this, you maniac! Let me off right here!!!"
Jim's decision was made for him now. Just be cool and don't get nervous he said to himself.
He turned around, still rolling along in the rush hour traffic. He pointed the gun at the girl, turning to the front quickly and then stopped the car at a light, near Kings Highway and Flatbush Avenue.
"Hey, are you nuts or something, driver? What's your name? Jim Gilliam, huh? I'll report you. Driving around with a gun. It's not funny," she said, chattering away rapidly, not yet aware of just who Jim was, he said to himself.
"Get the fuck out of the back, bitch!" Jim said in a slow, but forceful voice.
Her eyes bulged out in fear. Jim felt his cock yearning for freedom. She was terrified of him, he saw.
"Huh?" she stammered.
"Get in the front seat. Hurry up, bitch, or I'll put another fucking hole in your cunt! Move!" Jim was proud of himself for the forceful manner he found in himself.
Terrified, the girl did as he said, getting out of the taxi and then into the front seat. People were starting to honk him. Another cab pulled up beside him and looked in, to his left, on his side. Jim winked at him, and looked at the girl.
"Some guys get all the luck," the other driver told him and drove off.
Jim looked at the young girl sitting next to him. A few moments ago, she was a screaming little virago, yelling at him, calling him stupid, treating him as if he were some inanimate object like the Hollywood actresses used to. Now, she was quiet as a mouse, looking at him with fear, and respect, even.
She never expected me to be so forceful, the little bastard. Now she'll know that I ain't some flunky stooge she's been yelling at, he said to himself.
He continued to point the gun at her, but held it low.
"Wh-where are you taking me, sir?" she said in a passive, weak little voice.
He smiled proudly at her.
"Damn fucking right, you better call me sir, you little bitch. What the fuck ever gave you the right to yell at me like I was a piece of shit?"
"I'm sorry, Please, I was just mad. I didn't mean it. Please, let me go. I'll give you a big tip and I'll never tell anyone, sir. Please?"
Jim glared at her. Was she serious? Would she really not report him? No, he was no idiot, he told himself. He had already gone this far. His gun was out. If he let her go now, it would be a definite jail sentence, he told himself.
Wait a second. This is what I've been waiting for, this is it, he told himself, his eyes gleaming at the realization. The fact that this was really happening, the fact that he had one of those beautiful little cunts sitting at his side, listening to his every word, now hit him like a sledgehammer. This is no fantasy, he told himself.
'This is real!" he said out loud.
"Er, excuse me," she said, her voice and face showing her fear.
Jim glared at her again. He realized he had just blurted out those words, making her even more scared, thinking he was some real sicko, talking to himself. That didn't bother him, though.
"Don't say one more fucking word!" he told her, still enraged at how he had been talked to before by her and others like hen He felt tingles of pride and joy shooting all through his body, sensing the enormous power he held in his hand, knowing that this redheaded girl would be the first victim of his revenge.
He poked the nozzle of the gun into her ribs to further back up his command.
"Ohh, ohhh, please, please," she whimpered.
He poked her again, and she whimpered even more. He laughed, seeing how much power he held over her, making her cry and beg already. And he hadn't even started on her.
He turned down the next block. She yelled and screamed. She tried to open the door as the car hit fifty, but she closed it again, too scared to jump out. He poked her even harder in the ribs, seeing that she was not listening to him the way he wanted.
What Jim wanted was total, absolute control over her. She would have to ask permission for every word she spoke, every movement she made, and eventually every thought she thunk, Jim said to himself. He felt so serene as he approached his little house, surrounded by some thickets and weeds. Jamaica Bay was on the far end of the house, and the land was very soft and muddy from the marshes and small swamps.
He drove the taxi right up to his door, parking it next to his van. He put the gun back at the side of his cab, and he let the meter run. He knew that he would have to bring it back to his garage later that night. He knew that even though he now had this girl as his captive, he still had to keep up appearances. He grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her as if it were a twig and pulled her out of the taxi. She yelled and kicked and squirmed, just like he hoped she would as he dragged her along the floor and into his house. He dragged her down the stairs by her arm to his basement. She had to balance herself on her other hand and her knees so she wouldn't get too bruised.
The basement was vacant. All there was was a table, and a metal heater that no longer worked. There was also a bathroom down there, complete with a shower that he had installed. He was still deciding what to use his basement for. Now he knew.
He dragged her upstairs again, but he let her walk this time, in front of him. Jim was very excited. He got his tool box and then he brought her outside again where he picked up his gun. He ordered her to carry the tool box. Then he got a long chain which he also made her carry.
He ordered her down in the basement again, where he chained her to the heater, ignoring her protests, pleadings, and offers of money. Her left wrist had a chain around it, locked with a Yale padlock, the chain was tied around the radiator by the other end, using another lock, a combination lock to secure it. He left her there, screaming, and hopped into his taxi, knowing that she would still be there when he returned. He had to put some money on the meter, and he also had to have some time to think. The first thing he thought was that he wanted to fuck her right now, but he was able to control himself. Instead, he ran down into the basement again, stuck his hands on her pockets, and pulled out $20. That was three hours 'of booking he could put on his meter.
He went to a few stores, filled with energy and happiness, knowing that his fantasies were about to come true. He returned to her in an hour, still not calmed down one iota, which he knew, but was glad for.
She was slumped on the floor, vainly trying to struggle with the chain, when she saw him again. How would he keep her, just chained there like that. Wait, I have a better idea, he told himself. "Yeah!" he said aloud as she looked at him and cringed. He pulled the table to the center of the room. He ran upstairs. He dragged the mattress down the stairs frantically. He put the mattress on the table, as she whimpered and watched.
"Yeah, you little bitch. Ha ha," he said venomously and laughed sadistically.
"Please, please, Mister Gilliam, please don't harm me. I'll do whatever you say, anything," she pleaded.
"You're damn fucking right you will, bitch. Don't go away, I'll be back in an hour, ha ha. Don't go away, that's funny," he said, but more to himself, knowing that he was scaring her even more.
He went to a pet shop that also was a kennel for dogs. "I have three German Shepherds. You got a cage big enough for them, mister?"
He returned in his van with the cage. He knew she was listening to the metallic sounds as he dragged the large cage down the stairs! It was only four feet high, but it was ten feet wide and twenty feet long. But he stood it on the other end so it would be ten feet high.
He placed the cage in a corner of the basement, watching the girl watch the cage.
He unlocked the chains holding her to the radiator. She rubbed her wrist.
She stayed in her position, however, looking up at him with fear.
"What do you want?" she asked him.
"Stand up!" He pointed the gun at her.
She rose, her knees knocking together, her arms folded in front of her.
"Stand at attention, chest out, eyes straight ahead, chest out," he said commandingly. "Hands at your sides." He laughed to himself as he told her to put her chest out, not even realizing he said it twice. She was still shaking, but she complied.
Now he looked her over. She had green eyes, was about five feet five, and had a slight build, but she wasn't too skinny. She didn't have much of a chest to stick out, but Jim didn't care, because he knew that her young breasts would still be enough to get him off. She wore a button down blouse, with a print design of a landscape on it. She also wore a bra, he noted. Her pants were tan, expensive looking slacks. Her hair was cut in a shag and was a natural red. He had never seen a girl with red pussy hairs. He hoped she would be his first.
"How old are you?" he asked her looking directly at her eyes, studying the shape and manner of her face. She had a long, thin face, but not too thin. Her teeth were nice, white smiling things, he figured, when she smiled.
She did not answer him. He looked at how her chin sloped downward to a gently round curve.
"Hey, bitch! I asked you a question. Let's get on thing straight right now. When I ask you something, you answer. Don't think about it. Just answer. I want the truth. When I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions asked. Is that understood," he yelled, waving his gun at her, intentionally acting like he would use it at any moment.
"Y-yes, sir," she replied.
"How old are you?"
"F-fourteen," she stammered.
"How much do you weigh?" he asked her, testing his order.
"One eleven," she replied.
He sighed knowing that she was now under his power as she stood there, scared out of her pants, but straight and tall, as he pried all the information he wanted out of her, even if he didn't want it, just to give him more confidence and train her a little better. He exulted in the feeling of power it gave him to hear her respond.
She was a meek little doll, a toy, just like he had been when the positions were reversed.
"What color hair you got on your cunt, bitch?"
"Ohhh, ohhhh, please help me, get me outta her," she screamed and sunk to her knees again.
He prodded her with his foot, lightly kicking her.
Then he remembered something else. Her bag was still in the cab. He knew how to get her to respond. He figured she would soon tell him that she didn't care if he killed her. He left her in the basement, not even bothering to chain her this time. He locked the door, however. He returned a minute later with her purse.
"Fawn Faraday, get on your feet."
She looked up at him and saw him looking through her wallet. Her face became red with anger and outrage. She rushed him, pulled the wallet out of his hands, crying hysterically. She began to claw at him, pounding her fists against his surprised chest.
"Now, that's what I like, a little fire in you," he laughed, and swung his forearm out, sending her reeling backwards, right on her ass.
He pointed the gun at her again, which he had stuck in his pants while looking at her wallet. He grabbed the wallet out of her hands. "So, your mother's name is Wendy, your father is George, and you have a younger brother, I see from the family pictures. And you all live on Ocean Parkway in a big white house. Very interesting. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see anyone in your family hurt because you didn't listen to me," he told her in a sly voice, making sure she received the full intent of his meaning.
"All right, what do you want from me?" she said, resignedly.
He knew he had her now. He had the ace in the hole and he waxed ecstatic from the serene power he was feeling. He felt his cock twitch inside his pants as evidence of that feeling.
"Stand at attention!"
She did.
"I last asked you a question. This will be the only time I ever repeat something," he said, watching her cringe again. "Attention!" she stood up.
She took a deep breath and breathed out "Red."
He sighed, "Light red or dark red, Fawn?" he asked as if he were just chatting with her in a conversational tone.
"Light," she replied.
"Do you want to show it to me?"
She did not respond.
"I bet old Wendy has a nice patch of cunt hairs. You think you're old lady might like to have a knife shoved up her cunt?"
"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped.
He snickered at her as she showed her revulsion for him. That was all right. He knew that she would soon learn to love him, honor him and obey him.
He knew that no matter what, he could never let her go.
He decided to torment her a little more, before he revealed the full extent of his power.
"Good, Fawn, you're learning. Now answer!"
"What was the question?"
"Do you want to show me your light red pussy hairs?""
"No, please, no, just take my money. I'll get you a lot more. My parents are very rich. I'll get you five thousand dollars if you let me go," she pleaded.
"Fawn my dear little girl," he said as if he was her grandfather. "I am not an imbecile. Do not count on being released just yet. You will be here at least one night, so start getting used, to it. And don't try to bargain with me. I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid, ha ha."
"Are you going to go along with me and stop begging and whining? Because if you don't I'll chain you up right now and go and slice off your father's cock and bring it here and make you eat it. Do you understand, Fawn?" He said all of that in a pleasant voice, his confidence and the cringing cowering little girl giving him more and more control over the situation he was creating.
He knew when to talk real crazy and when to talk smooth and gentle, he told himself, although his concept of what crazy was might be a little different than most other people.
What he was trying to convey to her was that if she did not comply with him, he would be liable to do just about anything.
"Yes, I'll listen and do what you want. I've told you that," she said, her voice trying to show less fear.
"You a virgin?"
"No."
"How many times you been fucked?"
"My boyfriend and I have made love about ten times."
"Say that he fucked you ten times, Fawn."
"He fucked me ten times."
"Good. What size bra you wear?"
"33A."
"That's very small. Doesn't it bother you that your tits are so small?"
"Oh, God. What is this? I'm sorry, please, no, I mean yes, yes, but I've learned to live with small breasts."
She took a deep breath. She began to waver again, swaying back and .forth.
"Attention!" She complied immediately, thrusting out her little chest.
"Say that you have small tits, not breasts!"
"I know why you're doing this. You're trying to make me feel like I'm just and object. I'm not an object, I'm a human being, a female human being with dignity."
"Say you got small tits."
"I got small tits." She looked at the gun being pointed at her.
"Lick your lips with your tongue."
She did.
"Very, very good, Fawn. Now lick your lips and repeat after me: 'Wouldn't, you like to see my little baby tits, Jim. I'll take off all my clothes if you want me to.* Go ahead, say it!"
"Why are you doing this to me, Jim? Please, I'll let you do what you want to me, but please don't strip all of my dignity away."
"Fuck your dignity and pride, bitch I want to strip it away. You'll do exactly what I tell you to do. Now, say it!" he yelled.
Fawn took a few deep breaths and swallowed a few times. Now Jim felt like it was she who was knowing how he had been made to feel by dozens of bitches just like her.
"Say it!!" he demanded. "And say it like you mean it, and lick your lips!"
"Wouldn't you like to see my little titties, Jim and - "
"Well, that's not exactly, but all right, start over and put a little more sexiness in your voice, Fawn."
"Maaaaaaa, mommy, help, mommy!"
He lifted her off the floor by her arm and chained her to the radiator again.
She began to scream for him when he ran out of the room, thinking that he would do something to her parents. He came back smiling happily. He knew that he bluffed her and she had taken it.
"Say it!"
"Please, let me show you my nice little titties, Jim. I'll even take off all of my clothes if you'd like me to," she cooed, trying to prevent herself from breaking up in tears.
"You little slut! Who the fuck do you think you are, trying to seduce me like that? You goddamn cockteasing little tramp!"
"I'm only dreaming. I'm only dreaming, this is a nightmare, this is a nightmare," Fawn repeated over and over.
"You were a real nasty little bitch in the taxi before. I've seen chicks like you all my life, telling me to do your bidding for you like I was a piece of dirt. Well, no more! Now, I'm the one who gets to treat you like dirt. Call me a moron and an idiot again. Go ahead, say it! Call me stupid and give me orders!" he yelled.
"Please help me. Please, I'm just a young girl. I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't realize who you were, Jim. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, now down to her most base instincts of survival.
"I told you to call me a moron and give me orders like you did before, you little slut. Go ahead and do it, and use the same stuck up tone you did. I don't want to hear any more of your whimpering. Go ahead and say it. Now!"
"You moron, you idiot! Drive the taxi like you're supposed to!"
"No, I don't want to," he said in reply to her.
She looked at him. He motioned to her, his hands out, wriggling his fingers towards him, telling her to continue.
"How dare you?! Drive this taxi the way you're supposed to!" she yelled, standing there, looking at this crazed maniac, doing whatever she thought he wanted her to do.
"I've taken just about all I can take, Fawn, from you and every other bitch that tried to put me down. Strip!"
"Huh?" she asked meekly, hearing what he said, but still hoping she did not hear it. Maybe I'll wake up now and it will be all a bad dream, yeah, that's all it is, just a bad dream, Fawn said to herself.
"Strip. Real slow and take off everything."
"My clothes? Take them off?" she asked, still hoping that he was not serious, although she knew she had no indication to think he wasn't serious. This was something that she only read about or saw in movies, not real life, and especially not to her. If he saw me without my clothes on, there's no telling what he might do. I wish I weren't here. I wish I could do something to stop this insanity, she said to herself.
"Shoes, first, Fawn." he said, letting her know that she did not have the luxury to commiserate with herself and think about what was happening to her.
"Please, please, Jim. Just tell me what I should do to make you stop this, and I'll do it," she begged.
"All right, Fawn, I'll tell you what you can do, and this will be absolutely the last time. The next time I have to repeat something, I'll start cutting your fingers off, and believe me, I've had women sitting here with no arms and legs, after I was through with them. If you behave like I want you to, you'll be released tomorrow, as long as you promise not to tell anyone. You understand?" Jim said that in a crazed, frantic, desperate tone, hoping she would believe him, especially about the latter part.
She fell for it. Fawn knew that she had nothing else to believe in. She did doubt that he would release her with just a promise not to tell, but she hoped that he was as crazy as she thought.
"All right, Jim. I'll do what you want, whatever you say," she said, showing how resigned she was to her fate. She knew that it would be easier on her if she listened to him, no matter how degraded she might feel. She knew it was not worth death, mutilation, and revenge, against her parents to keep her chastity intact. She was not a virgin anyway, she told herself. She fully expected to have her vagina entered now. She accepted it, but still hoped, something would change that at the last moment, but she knew not what that might be.
"Start with your shoes and socks, Fawn. Then everything else. I want to see how you look when you are naked, without clothes on, nude, totally nude, yeahhhhh!"
Fawn could really not understand with what she was dealing. He was so flipped out, she told herself. She took her shoes off.
"Pretty socks, let's see what your naked feet look like, Fawn, huh? What size shoes do you wear."
"Five," she answered calmly, and she took her green, cotton socks off.
"Nice, nice toes and feet, but you should use nail polish! Well, maybe in the future, you'll think it wise to put some nil polish on your toes."
"Yes, I'll do it."
"Really, or are you just saying that?"
"No, I mean it. I will," she said defensively. She just knew that she had to agree with whatever he said, no matter how ridiculous it might sound.
"Well, what's next? How about your shirt, Fawn. Yes, take your blouse off. I think I would like that." Fawn looked down her body. Jim walked up to her. He grabbed her shirt from the bottom and pulled it out of her pants. She made a little yelp when he did that.
"Just making it easier for you, Fawn. Take it off, won't you? Huh?"
"Yes, Jim, I will."
She started unbutton her blouse from the top, very slowly, but not because he told her to do it slow. She was still hoping that someone might rush in and stop this madness, or that something might happen to prevent what she knew or thought he would do. What she thought he would do was to put her on the table and fuck her.
"Oooow, I see your bra, Fawn. I see your bra, yes, it's nice," he said excitedly, half serious and half acting, making her think he was crazier than he really was.
She looked down at the white cups of her bra and slowly undid the rest of her blouse until it was completely open, revealing her belly and chest. Very little of her cleavage was visible however, due to the full cups of her bra, and the fact that she didn't have much cleavage to begin with.
Fawn knew full well that the size of her breasts was smaller than average. It did bother her, a lot more than she told Jim, but since she had been going with her present boyfriend, Mickey Rivers, she wasn't that concerned. However, now that she was being forced to acknowledge it, she felt a lot of extra tingling sensations of weakness and fear surging through her nubile body, but she hoped that her tormentor would not realize it.
"Well, take off the shirt," he told her.
"This is the last time I'll ask, Jim, but please, isn't there anything I could do to make you stop this. You just don't realize how you're making me feel. I'm a human being, not an animal. I'm so scared and frightened, please help me," she said in a frightened voice, even putting on her fright a little, hoping he might somehow think she was too pathetic and let her go.
"Well, no, you have to do it, Fawn. Don't be scared, little girl. Just take off all of your clothes and let me see you. It's not hard."
"All right," she agreed, not daring to argue anymore.
She took her shirt off, standing there now in her bra, pants and that's all. She wore panties too, of course, but not for long, obviously.
Jim folded his arms in front of him and sighed impatiently as she stood like that.
"The rest, too?" she asked.
He nodded his head in the affirmative.
She looked down at her tan, bell bottom slacks. She swallowed and took another deep breath. It won't hurt, it won't hurt. I'll be home tomorrow and this lunatic will be behind bars. I know exactly where he lives. She unbuttoned her pants, a little more confidence in her manner. She pulled the zipper on the side down, she paused, hesitating, still hoping he might suddenly tell her it was all a joke and let her go. He didn't tell her that. She looked at him. He smiled at her and signaled her to remove her slacks. She slowly pulled the tight pants down her slim, young hips, revealing her yellow see-through panties, knowing that he was seeing through them, feeling terrible that she had worn them today.
She stood there and looked at him again, still hoping for a miracle.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied and put his arms in front of him and folded them. He stared at her crotch. It's there, I can see it, she's wearing nylon! Wow! Jesus H. Christ! he said to himself. He looked real hard at her crotch, looking at her thighs all the way up to her pussy.
"Well?" he asked, as he saw she was waiting for him to order her.
"Everything, even my underwear?"
"Uh huh. How you expect me to see your nipples if you get your brassiere on, Fawn? And how do you expect me to see your cunt if you are covering it. Turn around, though and let me see how you look from behind.
She turned around. She stared at the white wall, knowing that he was looking at her back, her ass, her cheeks sticking out of the elastic loops of her panties, possibly even able to see the crack in her ass through the transparent material.
"Your ass is very nice, too, Fawn. Tell me, what would you say is the best part of your body? Be honest, now."
She actually thought about it for a moment. Mickey always told her her legs were real pretty. He said that made up for her little tits. She had very curvy legs, she knew and she was blessed with long shapely ones, besides.
"My legs, I suppose," she answered honestly.
"Good, Fawn. You do have nice legs. But I think your breasts will be nice, too," he told her.
"You do?" she asked, blurting it out, wishing she could take it back as soon as she said it, but the flattery to her moist unexpected region made her curiosity aroused and she forgot where she was for an instant.
"You be like this the rest of the night, Fawn and we'll get along very well. Now let's see your tits huh."
She reached, around behind her. She felt for the snaps in her bra. She wasn't that scared up to now, because it was like being at the beach in a way, what she was wearing, she told herself was just like a bikini, but she had never been topless before, except for Mickey.
She let her bra fall to the floor. She covered her breasts instinctively, and she cringed, all bent over.
"Now your undies, Fawnie," Jim said, a little snicker coming out his mouth.
Fawnie, he called me, just what Mickey calls me, oh God.
Jim laughed as he saw her all bent over, totally under his power. He didn't want to tell her to stand up straight yet. He wondered how she would try to hide her pussy and take her panties off while still trying to hide her breasts from him.
Fawn knew that she had to do it. She was still bent over and she almost toppled as she slid her yellow panties off. She crossed her legs, wrapped her arms around her breasts, and bent over, all hunched up and shivering. She was now completely naked, Jim said to himself. This was what he had dreamed about for years.
He couldn't really see her breasts or her pussy yet, but he knew he was going to. He had all the time in the world.
He just stood there, arms akimbo, waiting patiently, watching her cringe.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm naked, I'm exposed, oh, God, help me, help me, please do something, someone, please, please, please, she said to herself as she bent over and cowered and shivered.
He waited about two minutes for her. It was as if that was her natural stance now.
"All right, Fawnie, time to show and show and show!" he said in a booming, happy voice.
"Waaaaa, waaaaa, hoooo, ohhh, hhhhh, hhhhh, noooooo," she cried.
"Attention!"
She sprang up, her arms still covering her breasts, her legs still crossed, and her eyes shut tightly. She did not want to see the look in his eyes as he viewed her naked body.
"Just once more, Fawn. Tell me that I'm an idiot."
"Noooooo, please, this is insane," she cried.
"No, you got it all wrong, Fawnie. This is real. Now do what I tell you before I start cutting your fingers off."
"Y-you're an idiot," she stammered.
"Say it with feeling," he told her as she started to bend over again.
"You're an idiot!" she yelled.
"You're naked, you know." He was calm but for all that Fawn cared, he could have been screaming at her.
"Yes, I know I'm naked," she said and stood up, straight and tall, but her eyes were closed tight, and she was biting her lip.
Jim saw that. He closed his eyes too, because he wanted to see her even more naturally. He caught a brief glimpse of her, but with his eyes closed, he ordered her to open her eyes and smile cheerfully. "Tell me when you are doing it."
Fawn did it. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She saw his eyes were closed. She looked around the room, but she was too frightened to try something that might prove dangerous. "I'm smiling and my eyes are open," she said, using all of the courage and will power she had to do that.
Jim opened his eyes. He looked over her naked body, head to toe, letting her know that she could hide nothing from him.
"You look very pretty when you .smile, Fawn. You're not beautiful, but you are pretty," he told her, and it was the truth.
"Your breasts aren't that small, Fawnie. You shouldn't be ashamed of your body."
She heard him, but said nothing, just kept smiling.
He stared real hard at her two little pointy mounds of titflesh. She was firm, but soft. They rose on her chest like two little cones, pressed down as if by a flat object. Her breasts were a lot whiter than the rest of her fair skin, as was her pussy area, the outline of a bikini very noticeable. He next stared at her cunt, her orange colored pubic hairs, very curly and kinky. They covered her seam almost completely. He walked around behind her. She turned her head, but not her body and watched him, her muscles twitching uncontrollable, wondering what he might do. He squeezed her small ass cheeks with both hands and laughed.
A stream of urine slid down her leg and she began to cry hysterically.
He stood there and laughed at her, watching her pee all over her thighs. She had to lift her left leg so it wouldn't get on her anymore, just like she was a dog. The both thought of that image, a dog peeing.
He watched closely as the last of her golden stream dripped on the floor. Her crying continued. He got a few rags and a bucket of water.
"Might as well put you to work. Get on your hands and knees, you little pig, and clean up your mess."
She did as he said, while he supervised her and laughed at the same time.
Satisfied with her work, he ordered her to stand up again. She had stopped crying. She stood up, at attention, even without being told to. She hoped that he might feel sorry for her because of what she did, and realize how terrified she was.
"How long have you had that problem, Fawn?"
"I've never done that before, at least since I was a little girl," she answered.
"And now Fawn is a big girl," he laughed. "Let me see your asshole, Fawn. Bend over, please and spread your cheeks open so I can see," he said in a calm voice.
By this time, Fawn knew that she would have to do whatever he said. She knew that she would have to take him seriously, no matter how outrageous his demands were. She could find nothing to bargain with. She bent over and put her hands on her small, soft white ass cheeks and spread them apart, knowing full well that he was looking into her asshole. Fawn felt like she would pee on herself again. She could not see him. He was behind her. She hated the feeling of being approached from behind. She had had a fight with her boyfriend, Mickey, when he suggested that he might want to do it to her, doggie style. She would not have that at all. Being entered from behind terrified her.
Her bladder was empty, however. Just a few small drops of her yellow stream trickled out of her urethra, causing her to whimper and quiver again.
Her ass cheeks were all tensed up and were twitching uncontrollably. She knew that, but she could not stop it. She saw the cage in the corner, but she tried to put that out of her mind, make believe it didn't exist. She had an idea what he might use the cage for, but her mind would not dwell on that, although she noticed that there were no signs of any animals around.
She was stooped over, her ass sticking up in the air for what seemed like an eternity to her. "Do something already," she pleaded, not able to stand the suspense any longer.
"Shut up," he told her.
He touched her puckering anus with his finger. She shrieked. "Spread it wider!"
"I can't, I can't. It spread as far as I can make it," she cried.
"Try," he said slyly.
She cried. She moaned from the pain she was feeling in the soft tissues of her tiny stretched asshole. He ran his finger lightly down her asshole to her cunt, intentionally tingling her light orange pubic hairs. She quaked and twitched, but she did not resist. He put his middle finger right at her asshole. Slowly, he wedged it in. "You can moan or say whatever you like, Fawn, but just stay the way you are," he told her and laughed.
"Oooow, oooow, it's so uncomfortable. Please don't, please don't," she pleaded, squirming slightly in order to make the awkward feelings inside her as bearable as possible.
He stuck his finger in up to the knuckle. Then he wiggled it around. "Awwww, wooooo, ohhhh-hooooo!" Fawn shrieked. She squealed and whimpered as the most uncomfortable feeling inside her made her belly feel as though it were being probed by some slimy thing. She remembered how the doctor did that to her last year, but at least he used a rubber glove. Even though he was a doctor, Fawn still felt terrible about having to sit on his table like that and let him probe her rectum for hemorrhoids.
ButJim was not a doctor. She knew that he knew how terribly awkward and humiliating an experience it must be for her. She knew that that was what he wanted. That made her feel even worse. He made her squirm, squeal and yell as he wriggled it around inside her.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned when he pulled it out, breathing a sigh of relief.
"You can stand up now, Fawn," he told her. She did. She looked at him, wondering what perversity he was going to make her do next. She soon found out.
"Heh, heh," he laughed, looking straight at her tight little seam, surrounded by her large bush of maiden hairs. Fawn swallowed a few times. She felt so naked. It was a different type of nakedness than just a physical one. When she takes a shower, she doesn't feel naked, and when she is with her boyfriend, she really doesn't feel too naked. But now, she felt as if her every part was visible, which it was, but she also felt he could somehow see into her most intimate and personal moments, her most sexual thoughts he could see, she felt. Almost uncontrollably, instinctively, she placed her hands over her cunt and put her thighs close together.
"Did I say you could do that, Fawn, huh? Show me your pink. I want to see inside your cunt, Fawn. Show me."
"Please, just tell me why you are doing this to me. Don't my feelings mean anything to you? I'm a human being," said the cringing, tormented girl.
"Sure you're feelings mean something to me, Fawnie. That's why I'm doing it. I know what you're feeling, and I like you to feel that way, so show me your pink, moist flesh inside your cunt. I like your hair, but it's in the way. Show me, Fawnie," he said to her as if he were a little boy, pleading with his mother, pouting at her.
Fawn looked down at her vagina. She took a deep breath. She was sorry she tried to reason with him now. She understood that whenever she pleaded or begged, he would get off on that. She put her fingers around the sides of her pussy lips. She stretched them apart a little until she was able to see inside her own seam. She was still dry inside. Her urine had dried up, and she was not sexually aroused yet.
"Hmmmm, very nice, very nice," he appraised, rubbing his chin with his hand.
"All right?" she asked, hoping she could stop. She felt the coolness on her velvety flesh.
"You can be a hot, sexy little thing if you wanted, Fawn. Couldn't you?"
"No, I'm really not much at that," she said.
"Well, you'll learn. I'll tell you what you should do. All right?"
She did not answer. She took her hands away from her vagina and her shoulders hunched together. She folded her arms in front of her, but she did not bother to cover her breasts this time. She felt like she was shivering, although it really was not cold in the basement.
"This is what I want you to do, Fawnie. Remember how you squealed when I stuck my finger up your ass?"
Her eyes opened wide.
"Squeal for me, Fawn!" Fawn squealed, making a high-pitched sound come from her throat.
"Very good, very good, my little angel cunt. Now stick two fingers into your cunt, Fawn. Stick them all the way up there and start to jerk off. You know, masturbate yourself for me, Fawnie," he explained.
Fawn could no longer keep herself from whimpering. She began to masturbate herself, standing right in front of him.
"Squeal now, and keep on jerking off!"
"YEEEE, YEEEEEE, YEEEEEEE!!" Fawn squealed and rubbed two fingers in and out of her cunt. She was starting to get a little moist, and she knew it. She knew that she was getting aroused, and she could do absolutely nothing about it.
"Keep on squealing and jerking off, Fawnie. Wait a second. Is that how you usually masturbate yourself. I want to see you do it the way you usually do. Show me how you usually do it to yourself, Fawn."
Still squealing, she spread her legs out a little more. She took her two middle fingers out and stuck her crooked pinky into her cunt and began to moved it around and around, rather than in and out. She felt so small and tiny, being forced to show him her most feminine and private moments. She looked at him while she squealed. He adjusted his cock inside his pants. Fawn could not cry anymore, however, because she was squealing.
Jim knew that she was still able to be humiliated. He knew that he could force her to do a few more things before he fucked her. He had never felt so happy. He looked at her up and down, watching her go through her sexual ordeal, just for him.
"Jump up and down, Fawn, and keep on jerking off and squealing."
Fawn began to jump up and down, her finger in her pussy, making weird noises, just like she was his puppet.
She was getting out of breath. Her squeals were now infused with her panting from the exercise he had forced her to do, and from her aroused sexual state.
Jim began to remove his clothes, first his shirt, then his pants, and Fawn stopped. She just looked at him in horror, as he unbuckeled his pants.
"Did I tell you to stop, Fawn? Let's go, but do it faster, faster," he told her.
"Please, I'm out of breath already," she said, panting extra hard for him.
"Do it faster, and don't forget to squeal. Let's go," he commanded.
Fawn began to jump up and down, higher and higher and faster and faster, her finger still in her cunt, masturbating herself, and squealing.
He took his underpants off, revealing his erect, pulsating rod, rising high up in the air. Fawn's eyes bulged when she saw it, and then the lecherous look on his face. She knew now that she was going to get raped, but she still kept on jumping up and down, hoping to put off her rape, as long as possible.
"Make your tits shake, Fawn," he told her.
Fawn looked down at her chest. She tried to move her chest from side to side. Then she shook her head from side to side, frantically trying to do what he told her.
"I said make your tits bounce up and down!"
"I can't," she said, interrupting her squealing, and stopped jumping and fingering herself, catching her breath.
He walked right up to her, putting his cock on her lean thigh, making her step back. He stepped forward, but Fawn did not step back again when she felt the tip of his eight inch meat on her thigh. He covered her small, pointy breasts with his hands. "You disobeyed me, Fawn. I told you to make your tits bounce around!"
"I can't. I tried, please, I tried to."
"Why can't you?" he asked, knowing the answer full well, but wanting her to tell him, anyway.
"They're too small to bounce up and down," Fawn whimpered, looking at his hands which were pressing heavily against her chest, covering her little breasts completely. He took his hands away and sighed. "Too small," he said and shook his head sympathetically, showing her pity. Fawn cried.
"All right, Fawn, continue what you were doing," he advised. She began to jump up and down again, fingering herself and squealing. He walked up to her and put his fingers around her nipples. She stopped jumping. She looked at her little pink nipples and his fingers which were holding them. He rubbed them around in between his thumbs and index fingers.
"Very soft. Nice, nice," he said with admiration. "Fawn, no matter what anyone tells you, I like your breasts, and I've seen a lot of tits in my time," he told her. He was serious too. He did hope she would thank him and ask him why, or something like that. But she only stood there and whimpered as he rubbed her nipples.
That got Jim mad. "Doesn't that mean anything to you, you little twat! I wasn't lying or flattering you for nothing."
"I - I'm sorry, thank you," she said.
"Look, Fawnie. I want you to be honest with me. You still got to follow my orders, but I want the complete truth from you. Then you might not get hurt. Understand?"
"Yes." Fawn understood. She would not only have to be physically naked, but mentally naked as well. She knew that he wanted her to reveal her most private and personal thoughts to him as if he were a psychiatrist. She told herself that she .would tell him whatever he wanted to know, because she did not want to take a chance on getting caught lying. Fawn had found from her brief experience in life that when she bullshitted about something, that would just lead to more and more lies, and she would soon forget what was the truth and what was not. The truth was the best way .to remember things, she knew.
"I'll be totally honest with you, Jim, no matter how much it hurts me to, if that's what I want," Fawn said, trying to win some points.
"That's what I want, Fawn!'' He continued to tweak her nipples and rub them between his fingers.
"Are you really going to let me go, Jim?" Fawn asked. She didn't really understand why, but she was beginning to feel a little more comfortable now. She felt the stimulation in her nipples as he played with them -and kneaded her pointy little breasts.
"Yes, I'll let you go, but not tonight, Fawn."
"When? You don't have to answer that if you don't want to, though."
"I'd rather not at this time. All right?"
"Of course, Jim."
"Now, you're really behaving like I want you to, Fawn. You're not really such a bitch, are you?"
"Sometimes I am, I guess. I do get like that when we were in the taxi, but I just can't help it."
"I understand, Fawn. Feel free to act like a bitch with me, as long as you listen to what I order you."
"I'll try."
"Good, now start to jump up and down again and squeal. One hand in your cunt and the other on your tit, Fawn. Go ahead."
"I must really seem like such a goddamn clown to you, huh?" she asked and started to do what he told her. He stood right in front of her and watched.
"Yes, Fawn, you are a clown, but you're a sexy little clown. You really feel foolish, don't you?"
"You know I do," she replied in between her pants and squeals.
"Well, whenever you feel like stopping, just go over to that mattress and lie down on it. Spread your legs wide open when you do," he told her and waited.
Fawn realized that when she stopped jumping up and down like a moron and squealing and turning herself on against her will, she would be raped.
She knew that he had her in a vice-like grip now. She knew that she was a virtual puppet or like a little live doll to him. She looked around the room and tried to figure out a way to escape, but she could see nothing. She couldn't find the gun, which he had locked up in his tool box. She kept looking at him stroking his cock, smiling lecherously at her, hoping he would, not hurt her too much when he raped her.
She knew that she couldn't keep on jumping forever, but she still wanted to stall for as much time as she could, still hoping that someone may have seen her, or something else that would save her.
Finally, she could take no more. She fell in a heap on the floor.
She looked up at him, still panting from all of the physical exercise her had forced upon her. Her nipples were bigger and redder now, and she could feel the tingling feelings from her self-induced stimulation of her clitoris.
She knew that she was ripe and ready for a good fuck, but she knew that there was no way she would encourage him to fuck her.
"Fawn, you stopped jumping," he reminded her.
She got up slowly, walked over to the table and stretched out on it, her legs spread apart like he had told her.
He walked over to her, looked down at his nude captive. She was all his, a beautiful, well, very pretty, little cunt to do with whatever he please, he said to himself. He looked at her cunt, her hairs glistening from her sweat and pussy juice. Her body was coated with her sweat, making her seem very oily and seductive. Her breasts were flattened out on her chest as she lay down on her back and watched how he was looking at her.
He looked at her nipples which now seemed to be just situated on her chest. He put his hands on them and pulled them slightly, making the soft skin of her breasts rise up a little.
Fawn said and did nothing, just watched and felt, watched and felt.
"Would you like to make love to me, Fawn?" he asked her.
She knew that she could not win. She hoped that if she said she did, he would be more gentle with her.
"Yes, Jim, I would love to make love with you," she said seductively.
He grabbed the skin of her chest real hard, crunching her nipple and twisting it.
"Ooooow, oooow, owwwwww, it hurts, please," she begged, trying to rise up, but he held her down.
"You said you won't lie to me anymore. I know you know that we won't be making love, but fucking, and I know you don't want to. I know that right now, you would give anything to be back in your nice big home on Ocean Parkway."
Fawn knew he was exactly right. "What can I give you to let me get what I want, Jim?"
"Entice me, Cunt. Get me real horny and hot, and when I do fuck you, I want you to act like it is the greatest thing you ever felt. You'll dig it, too."
"All right," she said, knowing that she could not do anything else. Then she thought that she could gain a few more points with him by being honest. "I'll try to be a real cunt if you want me to, but you know as well as I do that I'm going to hate ever damn minute of what you do to me. There's no way that you can call it anything other than rape. And I hate your lousy guts!"
"See, I knew you could get me hot if you tried, Fawn," he said with a laugh. "I really don't think you'll hate it by the time we finish, but it doesn't matter now. Use your imagination and try to get me off, baby."
"I hate your fucking guts, you sick bastard. I know there isn't anything else you'd rather do than get my cunt around your prick, but you won't. I'll resist to the fullest, you slimy faggot, you. I know I'm naked and exposed," she looked down the length of her body. She put her hands over her seam. Then she pulled her labia apart. "This is what you want, isn't it, you pig, you want this, this pink, juicy wet cunt, you want it, huh, but you won't get it, you'll never put a finger on me. I dare you! You goddamn chicken. You're scared of me, I knew it, I knew it, you punk faggot. Look at my cunt! Look at it!!!" She was screaming now.
"Yeahhhhh," he sighed. She was doing better than he. expected. He licked his lips and held his cock in his fist, looking straight into her pink velvet..
"If you put one filthy finger on my person, you'll live to regret it, you slob, you taxi driver, you low-life creep!! I'm the best fucking cunt you ever saw, and you'll just love to get into my vagina, won't you, huh? Answer me, you creep!!!" she yelled, sitting up now and fingering herself voraciously.
She was half-acting and half-sincere. She knew that she was turning him on, but she also hoped she was scaring him, making him think twice about fucking her, hoping that he might not be able to because of the way she thought she was scaring him.
He looked at her little tits and took a lot of confidence in that. He knew that that was a flaw. He always liked to pick girls out and think of their main flaws, such as small tits, a wrinkle in their leg, a blue vein that would mar an otherwise perfect female specimen.
He jumped on the table, catching her by surprise. She screamed for real now as he pinned her shoulders down and felt for her cunt with his hand-guided cock.
"Beg me to stick you!!"
She caught her breath again. "Please, please, Jim, I want you so badly, rip me open, man. Bang my box, Jim. Fuck me so hard it will come out my ass," she said, her voice recalling all of the seductiveness she had practiced in front of the mirror when she was all by herself and wanted to play with herself like all normal fifteen year old girls do.
He thrust his palpitating cock straight down into her young socket.
"Owwwwwww, owwwwwww!!!" she yelled, not acting anymore. She felt her vagina spreading open for his plunging tool, the excruciating pain of the penetration traveling through her body, her nerves a jangled mess now.
He began to pump his wiry and agile 180 pound body on top of her.
The feel of her involuntary contracting cunt around his meat gave him all of the inspiration he needed, as if he needed anymore. The look in her eyes let him know that she was under his power completely. She did not have to act. Her real feelings would be enough. She tried to hide them, but she could not.
Once the pain in her pussy subsided, the pleasure began. The beautiful, tingling, desirous pleasure of the filling, hot cock inside her began, much to her dismay. She had hoped that she would be able to resist him, but she found herself moaning and sighing passionately, caressing his back and digging her nails into him.
"Yeahhhhh, ohhhhhh, yeahhhh, Fawn, you little sexy cunt, you," he sighed, rubbing salt into her wound, letting her know that he knew that she loved it.
"I can't help it I can't help it, I hate it," she murmured.
"Yeah, you hate it. I hate it too, baby. Don't deny what you feel, Fawnie," he said in a raspy, throaty voice full of lust and passion.
Panting heavily, she looked up at him, tried to think he was her boyfriend and closed her eyes.
He undulated his body on top of her, kissing her clear, soft neck, nibbling on it and putting his arms under her back and drawing her face closer to his as he continued to pump his throbbing machine into her like a pile driver.
She looked at the face right over her, and she knew who it was. She knew where she was and how she had come to be there. "Ohhhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, please stop, please, please, ohhhhhh," she moaned and turned her head away from his.
"All right, I'll stop," he said and let his body go limp on her.
The unfulfillment was even more unbearable to her now than the torture of having to enjoy the pleasure against her will.
"No, please don't stop," she panted, and then she screamed, realizing what she had said.
Her head was in a whirl.
"Beg me, bitch, you slut, you cunt. Beg me to fuck you!!" He got off her and stood over her.
"Ohhh, ohhh, nooooooooo!!!!!!"' she yelled and began to masturbate herself.
He stood over her, angry, but all powerful, waxing ecstatic, the pre-come at the tip of his cock drooling down.
Fawn had fully expected to receive his seed jetting into her once he had begun. She did not expect this further humiliation at all. It was the last thing on her mind. She had built herself up to get into the feeling once she had succumbed, but now? Now: "Please, please fuck me, ohhhhh, I can't stand this, please, relieve meeeeeeeeee," she yelled and stroked her own pussy furiously.
He got on top of her again and tore at her cunt with his cock, trying to drive it right through her puckering furrow, making her bang her fists passionately on his back, her green eyes dilated and lusting for him and his seed.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," her high pitched voice moaned in a mellifluous, satisfying aria, as she began to thrust her hips up into his cock, her thigh muscles and cunt contracting involuntarily.
He placed his hands at the sides of her lean, smooth, curvy thighs and felt her little muscles contract.
"Oooow, oooow, yeahhhh," he huffed, putting his mouth over here, and forcing his tongue into it.
She sighed and began to flit her tongue around with his, knowing that the biological necessity of the act was what motivated her now. She wished it could not be this way, but as it always does, her body had betrayed her mind.
Their tongues intertwined and the hot breath flowed out of their nostrils.
Then Jim felt his cock start to twitch and vibrate. He tried to hold back, and Fawn screamed passionately, the violent fucking now at its peak and climax, her orgasm approaching, her body feeling like hot wave of lava were swirling all around her genital and erotic zones. Every pore in her body felt like it was on fire.
As the hot white jets of his come were propelled into her juicy cleft, her own nectar began to ooze through her chink and seep out of her slit, lubricating his cock and mingling with his own still-jetting elixir.
They both went limp in each other's arms, sighing in intermittent bursts of passion.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim put Fawn in the cage, despite her protests and he put a padlock around the latch. She had to bend down real low in order to get in and she was given nothing, not even her clothes. Jim, satisfied, took his cab back out and began to cruise around again. He had to meet the garage quota of S65.00 booked and he had $55 so far, even with the extra money on the meter which he let run for the two hours with Fawn. The twenty dollars he took from her made up for the $13.85 on the meter plus her $3.05 fare.
Well, she won't be needing any money, anyway, he told himself as he cruised down Flatbush Avenue. A three buck tip even, he laughed to himself as he envisioned what his little prisoner was doing now. He did not have to fantasize about it anymore. He had the real thing. Jim was not sorry for what he had done. He felt that he was justified for the way she had treated him, and the way all of those other bitchy cunts had treated him. He wasn't sure what he would do with her, but he did stop off at a few stores and bought some pulleys, some rope and a few other things, including a large canvas so he could put a cover over his pet in case company came. And Jim was expecting company.
He was now realistically thinking of making a habit out of this. It was so easy, he told himself. She's going to do whatever I tell her to do. My own little slave. I'll pick her mind and body clean. I'll find out all of her weaknesses and use them against her, he said to himself with a laugh as he watched with unconcern another taxi cut in front of him and beat him out of a fare. Jim was in a great mood. He wanted to tell the world about it, he was so happy. He knew how many men would envy him if they knew what he had done and was planning to do. But Jim still had enough sense not to tell anyone.
"Call me when you get home Dagny," said Marvin Chassman to his girlfriend.
"All right, Mary. Ooow, there's a taxi," squealed the twenty-year old raven haired beauty.
"Oh, there's lots of them, Dagny. Wait for a checker cab. The others cramp you all up," Marv said.
"Right, they're awful. Ohhh, taxi," Dagny yelled, spotting a checker cruising down Avenue J. "Bye, Marv," Dagny waved as she adjusted her skirt and opened the door to the taxi.
"Where ya going, Miss?" Jim asked.
"My name is not Miss, driver, and you could at least wait until I'm seated, if you don't mind," Dagny huffed.
"Sorry, Ms.," Jim said, a knowing smile on his face. He fingered the little vial of chloroform at his side.
When Dagny regained consciousness, she still thought she was dreaming. She couldn't see and she couldn't move. She tried to remember what had happened to her. That taxi ride, yes, the taxi, she told herself. He opened the back door, and then, then - she tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by something over her mouth. Where am I? I'm dreaming, that's it, I'm dreaming, she said to herself. She tried to get up again. She felt something holding her down. She panicked. That is, for someone in such a helpless state it was panic. She thought that her arms and legs had been cut off and that her eyes and tongue had been plucked out. It took her a half-hour before she was to compose her thoughts at all.
She felt movement in her toes. She wiggled them. Marv, Marv, where am I? Where am I? What's happening? I know, I know, I was in a terrible car accident and I was blinded, that's it. Ohhhh. Oh, my God, I'm blind, she told herself. She let herself dwell on that for a little while. She could feel something around her eyes, but she did not know what. She opened her eyes, but all she could see was darkness, nothing. She wiggled her toes again, just to make sure they were still there. I'm not wearing my shoes and stockings, she told herself. She wiggled her fingers and made a fist. Oh, oh, noooo, my wrists are tied down. Where am I? she whined inwardly.
She felt that there was something holding her ankles and knees. She soon began to systematically move all the parts of her body, trying to figure out what had happened to her. All she could do was move her buttocks up and down. There's something around my waist and my knees and my elbows keeping me down on this, this what? A table? How long have I been here? An hour? A day? A week? No, please not that long, ohhhhh, this is real! This is real, nooooooo, she realized.
She tried to make a few sounds through that tight thing around her. They came out faint and muffled. She tried to listen for other things. She at first thought it was her own echo, but it was not. She heard a similar sound to her own, but it did not imitate it completely.
She tried to move some more, just to test the extent of her captivity. Yes, captivity, she realized. She knew that she was not in a hospital. She remembered the cab driver stopping the taxi after she yelled at him for making fun of the fact that she liked to be called Ms. Then he put something over my mouth and nose, yes, he did, noooooooooo, ohhhhh, this is insane. She now understood a little more, and this knowledge was scaring the shit out of her.
She realized another thing. She was not wearing any clothes. I'm naked, she realized as she felt the hard wooden table with her body.
She did not hear the footsteps. But she felt something. There was something touching her vagina. She squirmed and wriggled as much as she could, but it was no use. She couldn't see, and she couldn't scream. She heard the heavy breathing and that was all.
It's a finger, I think, she told herself as she felt the tingling sensations tracing all along the outer lips of her vagina, moving faster and faster, but still very lightly.
She jerked her hips up and down, making muffled, frustrated yells and snorts with her nose.
The finger was moving inside her vagina now. She felt it, no, now it was them, noooo, oh no, oh no, I'm getting raped, nooooooo!!! Tears welled up in her eyes, but they stayed there. She felt them move along the inner pussy lips. She felt her vagina being stretched apart. I'm being ripped open. I'm blind and helpless. Why? Why? Why me? Why me, noooooooo, please let me wake up, please, she begged to a God she had not believed in since she was eleven.
She felt sensations shooting through her body. Her vagina was wet and moist, she knew. She felt her clitoris being tweaked and rubbed and pinched. Ohhhh, why doesn't he let me see? I'm helpless, I can't do anything, I'm being, ohhhhhh, owwwwwww, owwwwwww, my clitoris, my clit, my vagina, she yelled at the top of her lungs, but she was not really yelling. She only imagined herself to be yelling. Very tiny high pitched whimpers were the only things that she was able to do with her vocal chords. She stopped jerking her body up and down. Her back and her buttocks were starting to hurt her.
She felt the tremors building up inside her. How could this be happening to me, nooooo, he's playing with my vagina. Leave it alone, leave it alone! Leave me alone, please, noooooo, ooooooow, ohhhhhh, it's tingling, noooo, ahhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, my clit, ohhhhhh, yessss, yessss, yessss. Her head moved a little from side to side as she felt the heat of passion consume her sleek, nubile body. She tried to keep her thoughts and mind intact, but it was becoming harder and harder due to her position. She did not give in to her sexual stimulation yet. She still tried to fight it, but she really didn't know who or what or why she was fighting.
What she did know was that she was nude, she had tape or something over her eyes and mouth, her arms and legs were strapped down very securely to a wood table, she could not close her legs together, and a man, a madman, was fingering her vagina, squeezing her clitoris, making her get sexually aroused. Dagny now wished that she did not know that. That was not a very comforting thing to know.
She felt fingers poking around her clitoris, then move deep inside her wide open vagina, pressing and pinching her soft flesh, making her feel very wet inside. She felt two hands on the insides of her thighs. She tried to squirm, but she couldn't. They pressed her thighs and squeezed her lean long legs, making her very erogenous area tingle and burn with desire, totally against her will, but she understood that her will and her wants were unimportant. It was her sexual wants that were important, she understood, because that was the only thing that was happening to her. All of her feminine sexuality was being brought into play, emanating from her wet, dripping, puckering furrow. She could tell that she was secreting her moisture. Her very sensitive black bush of pubic hairs felt wet and clammy when they were touched or brushed by the fingers and hands.
The remnants of sighs and moans were barely hearable as they filtered out of the very tight binding around her mouth. She was panting, but she had to do it through her nose. She had to snort and make ugly grunting noises through her nose, in order to breathe, but by this time it came almost as an instinctive reaction. She did not have to concentrate too hard on it. The only reason she was aware of it was because it was one of the few sounds she was able to distinguish. She head the breathing right over her, and she could hear intermittent muffled sounds, maybe some kind of animal, a little distance away.
She tried to jerk her head and back up, but the straps on her elbows and wrists held her down pretty well. It didn't really do her any good at all to raise the upper part of her body a foot or so, she understood.
The fingers playing with her vagina, poking in and out, in and out, in and out, wriggling around inside her did not stop, no matter how many times she racked her upper body against the table. When she thrust her hips up, she felt the fingers borrow and dig deeper into her.
Her clit would be squeezed every now and then, giving her sensational rushes, even Worse than, the fingering of her unprotected, vulnerable vagina. Then she felt another hand on her breasts, palm rolling around her left breast, then her right breasts, playing with her tits as if she were an inanimate object. She felt her nipples being tweaked and squeezed. One at a time, the other hand still inside her vagina, but her nipples began to tingle, making her pert, pear-shaped breasts crave for stimulation. But her nipples began to hurt. She was being squeezed very hard. She felt the little brown dots being almost crushed by a vice-like grip in between two fingers. She wanted to scream and yell, but all she did was bang her head against the table in protest and frustration. Her outrage at what was happening to her made her feel even more horrified. She was a living, thinking human being, a female human being and she was being abused because of that fact.
The hand was removed from her vagina, but she still; felt the lingering effects of it. She felt the hot, rippling, filling effects of her stimulation all along the circumference of her vagina, she felt it in her belly, in her brain. She could hardly concentrate. All she could think about was the sexuality of her sleek, trim body being probed and stimulated. Her anguish was almost unbearable. She wished she were unconscious again. She could not help herself from wondering what had happened to her when she was unconscious, but she 'thought horrible things anyway.
Then she sensed the present return. She felt something near her breasts again. They were small metal objects. She felt her nipples being held between fingers. Then a terrific sharp pain made her shudder and quake. Her nipples felt like they were being squeezed together by something. There were throbbing pains in her breasts and nipples. It would not let up. Then she felt hands feeling her body all over, her belly and her abdomen were being touched and squeezed, making her squirm and try to get out of the way, which was impossible. She felt her legs being caressed from her toes to her hips, all over, her calves, her thighs, just sliding over the straps. She felt so slimy and icky as she felt the hands pawing over her, and her nipples still felt like they would just swell up and burst at any moment.
Then she felt the sensations at her vagina again. She felt fingers sliding into her. She felt some of her pussy hairs being pulled out, too. She thrashed her back up and down, but she didn't have much leverage and momentum to really hurt herself. She began to bang her head against the table. Then the hands stopped. She heard the footsteps walking away, then come back. A soft pillow was placed under her head. She heard a little snicker hen the hands continued to move around her vagina. She felt another black pubic hair being pulled out. She could only wince. She couldn't even cry. Then se felt three, maybe four fingers wedging their way into her vagina, making her elastic vaginal muscles stretch almost to their limit she thought. The pain was incredible. Her nipples continued to cause her discomfort and agony, and she felt incredible tingling sensations stemming from that. She knew that there were things attached to her nipples that squeezed them very hard. She felt that pain superseded by the pain in her vagina, however. She banged her head again, but the soft pillow softened the blow considerably. It didn't even hurt her now. Oh, if only I could see what was happening, where I am, if only I could talk, scream, it might be a little easier to beat, but ohhhh, nooooo, nooooo. I'm ripping, I can feel it, I'm being ruined, I'm being tortured by some maniac, nooooo, nooooo, she cried to herself as she felt the tremendous pain in her vagina being stretched out ruthlessly, unmercifully, as is she had no feeling at all. She could feel the fingers still moving slowly into her narrow crevice, stretching her for all she was worth.
Then she felt something else. Her back was being raised. Her hands and arms were being lifted up. Her knees were bending. Her ankles were moving towards her knees. She was now sitting up on the table, she realized. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't. The straps were still around her knees and ankles. She was completely immobilized. Her wrists were still bound to the table, but they were moved further up, by a lever or something, she guessed. But worst of all, the fingers were still being squeezed by the two metal objects. She wished she knew why she was being sexually tortured like this.
She felt incredible throbbing pains in her nectar-dripping seam, as the fingers seemed to be deep inside of her, wriggling around stretching her muscles and tearing her soft pussy flesh beyond repair. She felt so tender inside her pussy now.
The throbbing, hot pulsations inside vagina made her sweat and breath in heavy, grunting pants through her nostrils. Then she felt her nostrils being pinched. The hand seemed to make a fist in her pussy just as she felt her nostrils pinched together.
She shook her head back and forth violently now. She felt tremendous heat, mingled in with the pain in her sore and tender vagina, and now she .couldn't breath.
She's the epitome of helplessness, Jim gloated as he looked over his victim, shaking her head furiously, his fist inside her vagina. Then he took his fingers off her nostrils. She blew out of her nose furiously. The blood rushed to her face, being pumped rapidly through her body. The sexual sensations were incredible.
Jim watched her quake and tremble and twitch. He knew that the stoppage of her breathing would give her tremendous sexual rushes, and it did, but she was not able to display it very well. He knew how she must be feeling. He had read about that technique, about how to make a girl incredibly hot and passionate, and he had done it. He twisted his fist around her wide-open beaver, pushing it in as far as he could. He pulled a lever with his other hand and her thighs closed together a little more than his fist. He could feel her hot, sleek, white thighs touching his fist, which bulged out her cunt. He saw her passionate face, moving aimlessly around, her head just making slow, circular motions. He pushed his fist in a little more. Shit, this Dagny bitch has a deep cunt, he said to himself as he felt the heat on his hand and looked at his wrist. He was in her past the bone of his wrist. He wondered if she was still conscious. He pulled one of the nipple clamps and twisted it. She began to write more rapidly when he did that. She was still conscious, he happily saw.
Well, this must be a good time to do it, her told himself. He opened up his fist. He wriggled his fingers around inside her body, inside her cunt; He felt the vast hollowness and he also felt some of her organs, he didn't know which, but he touched then anyway. He could feel her moisture all over his hand, just seeping all over him like a fog or a dew. He felt her legs straining to close together around his hand.
Her heard her make more moaning, passionate noises, as they seeped through the six layers of adhesive tape over her mouth.
I wonder what she would say now? He pulled the tape off her mouth in one quick motion.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
He touched her lips with his finger. She started to snap her teeth like she was an animal. He snickered at how much fire she still had left in her. He twisted the metal nipples clamp. She writhed violently. She began to moan again, panting heavily. She still did not speak.
Her breaths came out in heavy rasps. "Wh-wh ohhhhh, ahhhhh, mmmmm, wh-, who? Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh!!!"
He closed his fist again. Then he touched her lips again. She didn't snap at him. He lifted her upper lip up and flicked his finger at her tooth, twisting his fist around her cunt at the same time.
He pressed his thumb under her chin. She was forced to open her mouth. He quickly grabbed her tongue and pulled it in between his thumb and index finger, rolling it around, as her head moved forward.
He let it back in her mouth.
Fawn stood in her cage, her hands on the bars, listening to what was happening. A large white, opaque canvas covered her cage. She had been there for three days, she was hungry and thirsty, and need of relief. Tape was over her mouth. Her hands were cuffed behind her. She rubbed her vagina against the bars, trying to sooth the pains she was feeling from the terrific agonizing fist-fucking she had had to endure last night.
She had contemplated suicide many times in the past seventy two hours, but he kept telling her he would release her shortly and if she ever got an impulse to do away with herself, he would torture her whole family to a slow, agonizing death. She believe it. But she didn't even care about that that much anymore.. She just wanted her own misery to end. But she didn't even know how she could kill herself. She knew that she could not do it by banging her head against the metal bars. That was just too crude. And there was still a chance the maniac would let her go.
She knew that another girl was being abused by him now. Maybe she would soon have company, she said to herself hopefully.
Dagny tried to collect herself as much as possible under the circumstances. She tried to put two words together, but she found it very hard. The terrific stimulation she felt, the incredible heat and passion coursing through her tormented body would not let her to speak. But at least she could breathe properly, she understood, although her breaths came out of her in lusting, hot pants of sexual intoxication. She tingled and felt desire all over her body. She wanted to close her thighs together so much, around that fist in her. She was already resigned to the fact that her vagina would never be the same. She knew that she would have a big, sloppy cunt, from the ripping and stretching she was forced to endure. She wondered if any of her other organs were damaged when he probed them and wriggled them, with his fingers. She had felt slightly nauseous, but the sexual hysteria she was consumed with had overpowered that sensation, and now it had subsided.
She also knew that her breasts were irreparably damaged. She would never be able to give milk. Her nipples were scarred and perhaps torn and bleeding, she assumed, the throbbing pains still there.
Of course, Dagny was not damaged to any extent she thought. She just did not understand how much punishment. her body could take. She was still in the throes of her orgasm, as she moaned and groaned. She felt her thighs moving closer together. "AHHHHHHH!!!!" she rasped. The relief was terrific. Her legs were finally closed around the fist.
"Th-thank you," she said.
"You're welcome, Dagny," said a happy, low voice.
"Wh-why?"
"Why not?!"
"Oh, nooooo, ooohhhhh, Jesus Christ! YieeeEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" she screamed.
"Calm down, calm down, Dagny," he said and patted her head softly.
Slowly, she began to stop screaming, her voice was getting hoarse.
"Please, let me see, please let me see, please, ohhhh, ahhhh, noooo, whyyyyyyyy?"
He continued to pat her head gently, while his fist slowly twisted around her cunt. The straps around her thighs were slack now. She squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could.
"Dagny, calm down, just calm down," Jim told her, speaking slowly and calmly. He caressed the smooth flank of her back and patted her gently.
"You're - you're the taxi driver," Dagny uttered.
'That's right, Dagny, but you can call me Jim."
"Please, why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice showing signs of strain and was hoarse from her constant crying and lustful moaning.
"Because you are a bitch, Dagny. Now, there will be no more questions from you until I tell you to ask them. All right?"
"Please, please get me out of here? What did I ever do to deserve this?"
He twisted the nipples clamps on her nipples again. "I said no more questions and I meant it," he admonished her. Dagny screamed and yelled. He waited for her to stop. Then Jim continued again, confident that she would listen to him now, now that she had seen and felt the brunt of his power.
"Dagny, how much do you weigh?"
"Oh. God. God, this is insane, it isn't real. This isn't really happening!!!"
"Yes, Dagny, it is happening, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be. Now, the idea of this is for you to open yourself up completely to me, everything about you I want to know! Now, how much do you weigh?" He twisted the nipple clamps again.
"Please, please, take those things off my nipples, uh, Jim. You're brutalizing me, pleeeeeeeeeease, noooooooo, oh, hooooooo!!!"
"Now, you're getting the idea a little better, Dagny. I'll take them off and I'll let you see, but first you have to show me how much you want to listen to me. This will be the last time I ask you, then I will start to grind some broken glass in your cunt." Jim said that in a calm, but firm voice. He did not yell or shout. He was in complete control of the situation.
After he spoke, a grave silence overtook Dagny. She took him seriously. She saw no other way out of this.
"Now, how much do you weigh, Dagny?" Jim asked when he saw the calm she was now feeling. He still had his fist up her vagina, but he didn't move it.
"One twenty one," Dagny answered, whimpering and stammering as she spoke, hoping that that would satisfy the maniac looming over her.
"Your ^identification in your wallet says you weigh one thirteen, Dagny. Did you gain a little weight?"
The realization that he had looked through her wallet bothered Dagny even more. She knew that all of her personal things were in there, including whom to notify in case of emergencies, complete with her mother's address and phone number. He twisted her nipple clamp again, as she though about those implications in her wallet.
"Owwwwwwww, all right, all right, I don't know why you want to know this, but I did gain some weight since I filled that out a few years ago."
"You should keep it more up to date, Dagny," he instructed her.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
"That's all right, Dagny. You really don't seem to show that extra weight. I guess you're a growing girl, though. You are very beautiful. Do you know that?"
"Thank you."
"No, I asked if you knew that, Dagny. I didn't tell you to say thank you." He twisted her nipple clamp.
Dagny was now beginning to understand how he wanted her to behave.
"Yes, I've been told that I was beautiful, Jim."
"Good, Dagny. But tell me something else. Most girls have a kind of flaw, you know like tiny breasts, or some lines on their ass, or pock marks somewhere, but I can't find any on you. Do you have a physical flaw that bothers you?"
Dagny realized that she was engaging in a regular conversation with him, that is, in a strange kind of way it was regular. She knew that that was what he wanted. She knew that any resistance on her part would cause her to feel pain. She tried to think of a flaw in her body that she could tell him about.
"I'm a few pounds overweight, Jim. When I bend over, as you've probably seen, my belly hangs, but just a little."
"Well, that's not too bad, Dagny. We'll cure that in the days ahead."
"Days? Days? Nooooooo, my God, noooooo, ohhhhh!!" she screamed and cried.
"You will have to act like the way you have been before that latest outburst, Dagny. Look, just accept it as inevitable. There's nothing at all you can do or say, so just get used to it, Dagny. I'll let you go in a few days. Understand?"
"Yes," Dagny replied, hoping that she would be able to get out of there a lot sooner.
"Good, now repeat after me: My cunt is only for you, Jim. I'll do whatever you want, no matter how much humiliation or embarrassment it may cause me."
She repeated it. She also believed it.
CHAPTER THREE
Jim slowly took his fist out of her cunt as a reward. Then he took the nipple clamps off of her. He helped her off the table after untying her bonds.
"Would you like to see where you are now, Dagny?"
"Yes, please."
He took the tight .leather binding off her eyes. The light hurt her eyes at first. When she first saw Jim, she seemed kind of surprised. He was dressed and wore clothes that seemed like normal clothes, not the kind a crazed maniac would wear. Then she looked down at her body.
"You can look at yourself, Dagny. You're not in too bad shape."
She carefully inspected her nipples first. "Hmmmmm," she said in surprise, seeing nothing really wrong with them. They felt sore, but not too bad, and there were no scars on them. Then she looked down at her vagina, Jim standing in front of her as she inspected herself. There was no blood, and it felt all right to her, except for the soreness. Her labia was very sensitive to the touch, and she had to pull her hands back quickly when she realized that.
"You'll live, Dagny," he said with a laugh.
Dagny looked at herself again. She realized that she was naked and a man was looking at her. Instinctively, she put one arm over her rising, pear-shaped breasts and her other hand over her vagina.
"That's not necessary, Dagny. Remember?"
She removed her hands from her private parts and placed them at her sides. She felt her body trembling with fear. She looked around the room and tried to find some kind of object she could get him with. She saw a monkey wrench on a table. Jim saw her eyes look at it. "Go ahead," he told her with a laugh.
Dagny ran over to the monkey wrench, picked it up, and ran towards him. He caught her by the wrist as she thought she was about to mash his face in with it. He twisted her arm behind her back, and made her drop it. She sunk to her knees and began to cry, thinking that he would now abuse her already tortured body.
"Good, very good, Dagny. I like to see some life in my subjects."
She looked up at him curiously, wondering if the plural form of the last word he spoke was the truth.
"I won't punish you for that. It was just placed there to show you that escape is impossible, Dagny. Now, just for a few moments, I'll have to ask you to put the binding back over your eyes and cuff your hands behind you. Just for a little while, baby. All right?"
"Yes."
Jim walked over to the cage where he kept his other pet. He lifted up part of the canvas. He saw Fawn's cunt right in his face, rubbing herself against the bar. She had to bend down in order to see him. He whispered a few commands to her.
Then Jim went back to Dagny and removed the cuffs from her hands and the binding from her eyes. "See, Dagny, I told you I would return shortly."
"Thank you, Jim," Dagny replied.
"Would you like to see what is under the canvas, Dagny?" he asked and pointed at the large canvas covering the cage.
"No, if you want to know the truth."
"I'm glad you're starting to learn, Dagny. I'm glad that you're starting to tell the truth. Remember, you must answer the truth, not what you think I want to hear? Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll show you what is under the canvas, anyway. Come with me."
He took her hand in his and held it gently. He smiled at her. She smiled at him as they walked towards the cage, Dagny not knowing what to expect, but knowing that it would be something terrible.
Still holding Dagny's hand, he gripped a part of the canvas with the other hand. He flung it off.
Dagny screamed. Her eyes bulged out. She squeezed his hand very hard. Fawn was standing in the cage and grinning happily at Dagny. She began to jump up and down and giggle when Dagny saw her.
"I have tiny tits, and I want big ones," Fawn said to Dagny and walked up to the front of the cage and looked up and down her naked body.
Dagny took a few steps back in fear, still not able to believe what she was seeing.
"Sit down, Dagny," Jim told her.
Dagny looked around.
"Here, on the floor. When I tell you to sit, you sit. Don't bother to look for a chair. Right, Fawn?"
"Yeah," she replied.
Dagny sat on the floor.
"Do you have to go to the bathroom, Fawn?"
"Yes, real bad," she wined.
"What do you have to do?"
"I gotta piss and shit."
"Well, I'll let you pee, Fawn. You'll shit later."
"You're really a cocksucker, Jim, you know that. I mean, I like you and all that, but you could at least let me shit, too."
Jim looked down at the surprised, trembling Dagny.
"That's how you're going to be trained, Dagny," he gloated.
"I'll kill myself, first," she yelled at him and grabbed his leg and sunk her teeth into his pants leg. He kicked out his foot, and yelled a scream of pain.
"Uh oh," Fawn said, knowing that Jim would be able to get out of that. Jim put his finger under Dagny's chin and made her open her mouth.
He complimented her on the spark and fire she showed, and explained to her why she would be very unwise to try to harm herself. She listened with fear and horror. She understood why it would be unwise not to listen to him.
He had her sit on the floor again. He let Fawn crawl out of her cage.
Fawn looked at Dagny and shrugged her shoulders, thinking that Jim did not see that.
"You girls can talk to each other later. Now, Fawn, you show Dagny how you pee. Oh, Dagny, say hello to Fawn."
"Hello, Fawn," Dagny said to the fifteen year old redhead, still in fear of her, not knowing that Fawn was also a captive just like her. She thought that Fawn might be partners with Jim.
"Hi, Dagny. Welcome to pleasure palace, ha ha ha ha ha, Oh, God, I'm going to go out of my mind if I already haven't," Fawn said with a tormented laugh.
Now Dagny understood that Fawn was not really acting of her own free will, although she was surprised at the way she could speak so freely and call him a cocksucker. She didn't really understand that Jim demanded honesty from them, to a certain extent.
"Go get your pee pee bottle, Fawn."
Fawn walked to a newly installed cabinet. She took a plastic bottle. She brought it back to Jim and Dagny. She squatted down in front of him and next to Dagny who moved away from her a little bit, but still sat on the floor, too tight, but Jim doesn't mind too much. He's helping make them wider," she explained in a somewhat cheerful voice for Dagny. She knew that she would be able to explain to Dagny why she had to act the way she was later. Then Fawn spread her cunt lips open, showing her moist, pink flesh. Dagny turned her head away. "Dagny, look at what Fawn is showing you," Jim instructed her and patted her head.
"Shit, you'd think she's never seen a cunt before. Jim, she has real nice tits. Not little baby ones like me."
"This is sick, sick! Please, God, get me out of here!!" Dagny begged and put her hands over her face.
"I am God, Dagny," Jim explained in a calm voice, as if he were explaining it to a child.
Dagny looked up at him. She understood now, that he was God, as far as she was concerned, and that if she had any hopes of getting out of this living nightmare, she had better accept that.
"Can I make pee pee now, Jim?" Fawn asked. She smiled wryly and sarcastically at Dagny, trying to tell the black-haired beauty that she was not really as sick as Dagny thought she was.
"Yes, Fawn. Go ahead and piss."
Fawn put the plastic bottle under her cunt. She smiled at Jim. "This is the way we make piss, piss, piss," she sang and let her bladder relax. Her golden stream flowing into the plastic bottle provided her with a great relief. She sighed as her urine flowed into the bottle. She stopped singing, the relief was so great. She sighed as she looked at Dagny. Fawn was curious to see what Dagny's reaction to this would be. Dagny had a horrified expression on her face. She dreaded the moment when she would have to do what Fawn was doing.
"Did I piss good, Jim?" Fawn asked when she finished. She wiped her cunt with her hand.
"Not bad," Jim told her and patted her head.
"Not bad?! Not bad? Fuck, Jim, that was the best fucking piss I've taken since I've been here, you moron. I showed my pink, and I sang good. What the hell more you want of me, huh??" Fawn yelled. She expected him to be really happy about that. Her anger was genuine. Dagny snickered, watching that madness, and listening to Fawn, knowing that she was just doing it because Jim wanted her to.
"All right, Fawn. I'm sorry. It was a real good piss. Very good. You're still my baby girl and I love you. You keep on pissing like that and I'll give you another cookie."
"Thanks a lot," Fawn said sarcastically. She was into her role that Jim had cast for her.
"Now, Dagny, you and Fawn go into your new home and talk to each other like girls do."
"Can't I shit first, Jim?"
"Later, Fawn. Don't worry. I'll let you before you explode," he told her with a laugh.
"Well, where's my fucking, cocksucking cookie? Huh?"
Jim took a chocolate chip cookie out of his pocket and taunted Fawn with it, making her jump for it before he finally gave it to her. She ate it like it was the best food she had ever had, sighing and eating it real slow.
"Thank you so much, Jim," she said and rubbed her nipples with her palms.
Dagny could not prevent a few giggles escaping from her throat. The madness she was watching and experiencing was just so unreal, it was funny to her.
"Now, let's go, Fawnie, back in, back in your home," he prodded her and slapped her little ass gently.
Then he looked down at Dagny. "You too, Dagny, get in, come on, crawl right in there with Fawn," he told her and slapped her ass.
She crawled through the low opening of the cage door. He locked it.
Dagny stood up in the cage and put her hands on the bars. She looked at Jim leaving the basement.
"Help me, Jim, nooooooo, don't leave. Please don't lock me in here with her, nooooo!!!!!!!!" she screamed, but Jim let them there anyway.
She then looked at Fawn, who was just standing there calmly, it appeared. Fawn sat down.
Dagny backed away from Fawn.
"Look, I'm in the same boat you are, Dagny. He kidnapped me three days ago, and I have to do whatever he wants, I won't hurt you. At least, he didn't tell me to, if you understand what I mean?"
"Are you real, Fawn? I'm really not dreaming."
"Dagny, I would be screaming and crying just like you, but he's making me get used to this."
"Did you really need that cookie so much?
Does he give you food?"
"Yeah, but not too much. He makes me get hungry, just so he can show how much control he has over me, now it's us, and who the hell knows how many more he'll get."
"Can't we escape? Isn't there a way out. How about if the two of us try to. overpower him? From behind?"
"He's really strong, and the penalty for an attempt at escaping is too risky. You wanna know what he did to me when I tried it?"
"No, I can imagine. Can't we try to make a plan that will work, though, Fawn?"
"NOTHING WILL WORK, DAGNY!" came a voice through a little microphone near the top of the cage. It was Jim's voice.
Dagny screamed and laughed, realizing just how helpless she was.
Jim returned again. Fawn explained that she would have gotten punished if she had told Dagny about the microphone and the bugging of their cage. Dagny understood now that privacy existed in no form whatsoever. Jim was all powerful and all seeing and hearing, she understood. Their only hope was that he might somehow decide to let them go, and that while they were there they could only hope for mercy from his incessant abuse of their sexualities and also of their minds. He wanted to control their minds as well as their bodies, they knew.
Jim carried two enema bags with him. He dangled them in front of the two girls.
"Do you have to use the bathroom, Dagny?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied, realizing that she would get an unnecessary enema to help her go.
"Have you ever made love to another female before, Dagny?"
She looked at Fawn. She tried to fall in love with Fawn right then and there. Fawn looked at her in the same manner, also.
"No, I haven't," Dagny replied.
"Well, maybe, I'll let you and Fawn make love to each other. Would you like to kiss each other and play with your tits and cunts for me?"
"No, I'm not a fucking lesbian," Fawn answered.
"Yes, Jim," Dagny answered at the same instant, and then she looked at Fawn with surprise. She thought that something bad would happen to Fawn for her outrage.
"You really would, Dagny? Answer truthfully, now. I don't care what you answer is, I just want it to be honest."
"Well, I'd rather not," Dagny said, understanding Fawn's reply a little better now. "But if you'd like us to make love, I'm sure it wouldn't be very hard for me to get used to it. I've always wondered about what it would be like, anyway. But if Fawn really doesn't want to, I won't press her," Dagny said, hoping that the true remarks she just said might bring her some kudos.
"I wouldn't object too much. She'd probably be better than you, you maniac!"
"Fawn, I appreciate your candor, but you know that I'm not that bad. Am I?"
"Sometimes you're too rough. When you want to be gentle, then you're all right," Fawn said.
"Fawn, you know that Dagny is a lot better looking than you are. Right?"
"She has bigger tits than me, but that's about all she has over me. Right, Dagny?"
Dagny was a little surprised at the way Fawn could speak about, that so easily. She knew that they were just doing this for Jim, but she also knew she had to be honest about it. "I really don't care about the sizes of our breasts and how we stack up together, if you want the truth," Dagny told him.
"You mean, you have no pride in your appearance, Dagny? The fact that you are much prettier than most girls doesn't make you feel good?"
"Well, of course I take pride in my appearance, and I guess the knowledge that I have curves in the right places benefits me," Dagny admitted.
Jim still dangled the enema bags in front of their faces behind the bars of the dog cage. "So, Dagny, tell me truthfully. Why do you think you are better looking than Fawn?"
"I'm younger than her, I think, Jim, so that should count," Fawn said.
"Yes, Fawn. Dagny will be twenty one in December, and you will be sixteen in January of '77. Five years is a big difference and your titties will probably get a little bigger and firmer."
"Just a little?" Fawn asked. She was serious. She hoped they would get a lot bigger.
"Yes, Fawn. They won't grow too much more. Believe me. You'll just have to make do with what you have. And then I better not find out that you got silicone shots. I like your tits the way they are."
"Thank you," Fawn replied, and she took some Solace in the fact that Jim told her that she might be on her own to get the silicone shots. She did not consider that, but now, with the realization that her little pointy breasts wouldn't grow much bigger, she thought she might do that in a few years. That helped to give her some hope.
She didn't even notice that Dagny gasped in horror when she heard how young she was.
"All right now, girls. I want to hear from each of you just why you think you're prettier than the other one."
Dagny and Fawn had a little argument, each tooting their own horns, knowing that they were doing it because Jim wanted them to, but they also knew that they were speaking what they really felt about their figures and faces.
Fawn finally had to admit that Dagny was a lot prettier than she was. "But I still like you, Dagny," Fawn said after her admission. "And I like you, Fawn. Don't worry, we'll be all right," Dagny told her.
"Put your arm around her shoulder, Dagny."
Dagny did and squeezed Fawn closer to her, as they felt each other's warmth. They knew that they would be able to get along, despite the argument that Jim made them have with each other.
"Fawn would you like to know the rating I gave you from a one to ten?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Eight point five," Jim told her.
"That's not bad," Fawn said happily, putting her arm around Dagny's waist.
"What's mine?" Dagny asked.
"Nine point five."
"Big deal," Fawn huffed.
"Wow!" Dagny exclaimed. Then she pondered a minute. "How come I'm not a ten?"
"Because your legs are just a drop too skinny and you do have about five pounds you could stand to lose."
"I'm not heavy, am I? I'm better in my belly than Dagny, ain't I, Jim?"
"Yes, Fawn, but Dagny's belly is really curvier than yours. You're too flat. See how her waist tapers off and how her hips are so curvy. You don't have it like she does, and your legs are even skinnier than hers. Face it, Fawn, you just can't match Dagny. Loot at her breasts. Don't you wish you had tits like hers?"
"Mine are a lot bigger than yours, Fawn, See how they rise upwards? And they're also a lot firmer than yours. You still have very soft ones, it seems," Dagny told her and she cupped her own breasts.
Jim began to stroke his hardon in his pants as the two girls discussed their comparative private parts in all honesty, but for his personal benefit.
"Yeah, I guess so, Dagny. You really are pretty, beautiful, even. I guess I'm just plain 'pretty'."
"I guess that's the best way to put it," Dagny told her, smiling at Fawn to show her that she wasn't taking it seriously, although it was their true feelings. She put her arm back around Fawn's shoulder and hugged her closer to her. Fawn put her head on Dagny's chest, just above her breasts.
"That's adorable, kittens. Now, I have a surprise for you. Enemas!"
They both looked at him and waited. He opened the cage door. He had them come out. He gave them each a bed pan.
"Wait, I just thought of something else that I have over Dagny," Fawn said, trying to stall for a little more time. Dagny looked at her curiously.
"I have more hairs on my cunt than she does, and my hair color is a lot prettier than hers."
"That's true, Fawn. For a young girl, you have an exceptional amount of hairs. I took the fact that Dagny has black cunt hairs into consideration. Does Dagny's beauty really make you feel inferior to her, Fawn? You seem to keep bringing it up a lot. Doesn't she Dagny?"
"Seems that way," Dagny replied.
Fawn took her head off Dagny's chest. "Shit, just because you're prettier than me doesn't mean I'm inferior. You're older than me, so you should be more mature, Dagny. Damn, what am I saying? I'm sorry, it's just that, you know, Dagny," Fawn stammered, realizing that she let herself get trapped into having a real argument with Dagny about how pretty they were, much to Jim's enjoyment.
"Does your larger amount of pussy hairs make you feel less inferior to Dagny, Fawn?" Jim asked her.
Dagny apologized to Fawn, first, before Jim asked her that, but Jim told her it wasn't necessary because she spoke the truth.
"I'm not inferior to her," Fawn protested.
Jim looked at her quizzically.
"Well, maybe physically I am, but that's all. Well, maybe she does know how to make love better than me, but that's because she's older. And I do have a more mature crop of pubic hairs and they're prettier than hers, too," Fawn said with a pout.
"Fawn, please, I know you're fifteen, but you're playing right into his hands," Dagny told her.
"You will too, Dagny, you will," Jim told her.
"Fawn, I'm sorry, but I think we'll have to shave off your cunt hairs."
Fawn began to cry.
"Don't worry, little girl, you'll not be hurt. I'll be very careful."
"You really want to destroy her, Jim. I thought you liked her," Dagny said and put her arm around Fawn's shoulder again.
"But you're so much better than her, Dagny, and I don't want you feeling bad that a fifteen year old has more pubic hairs than you."
"It won't bother me, Jim. Please let her keep her hairs," Dagny asked, pleading for Fawn's cunt hairs. She realized then how low she had sunk in order to talk about that seriously, but she also knew that she was doing it to save her neck, and to help Fawn out, too.
"All right, Dagny, I'll let her keep her cunt hairs, but I'll have to shave your head instead. All right?"
"Oh. God, no. No. please don't," Dagny pleaded, her heart pounding. She knew that if she were released soon, it would be a very noticeable memento, not like what had been done and would be done to her private parts.
"Fawn, would you rather I shave Dagny's head, or your cunt?"
"Shave my cunt," Fawn said resignedly, knowing that it would probably be a lot worse for Dagny if her head was shaved.
"Thank you," Dagny stammered to Fawn, and she kissed the younger, smaller girl on her forehead.
"Now, we'll give you each a nice soapy enema, all right?"
Dagny looked at Fawn, in order to see how she should react to that. Fawn let her breath out and nodded her head.
"I can move my bowels by myself without an enema," Dagny said to him, wondering how far she could protest and if it would do any good.
"You mean you want to deprive me of having some fun watching you stick your beautiful ass up in the air and miss you spreading your ass cheeks for me, Dagny? You mean you don't want me to have any fun watching you struggle and make funny noises to hold you bowels in?"
"I'm not going to try to hold it in. I'll just defecate as soon as you give it to me," Dagny said stubbornly.
"no you won't. You will try to hold it in. And so will Fawn."
"Shit. Jim, I know what you're gonna do. That's not fair. Please?" Fawn whimpered.
Dagny looked at her with concern.
"Dagny, I used to reward Fawn by making her hold it in longer. But now we'll have a contest. The first one to let loose loses. And do you know what the punishment for losing is?"
They both looked up at him, neither saying anything. They held each other tightly. They now knew that Jim would try to pit them against each other in every way he thought might be fun for him, just so they couldn't really be friends or love each other.
"The loser will get whipped by the winner. Three lashes and not soft, because there will be penalties for whipping too soft. Now, both of you, bend over, spread your cheeks and beg me to give you the enema!" Jim ordered.
"Wow, such a pretty ass, Dagny. Nice and round," Jim said to her and caressed her ass.
"Please give me the enema, Jim, please, stick it into my anus, please, Jim," Dagny pleaded as she bent over and spread her cheeks, right next to Fawn , who was also pleading and begging for the enema.
"Dagny, I notice that you don't use words like ass, fuck, cunt, and so on."
"Please stick the fucking enema into my asshole," she begged.
"Do it to me, first, Jim, please, pretty please. My ass is so much smaller than hers. Please, Jim, please??" Fawn begged.
"I'll give the one a one minute head start to whoever begs me better," Jim said. "And there will be further punishments for not trying to beg better!"
"Please, ohhhh, Jim, please, my ass is so much smaller than hers, please, please, I'm your main girl, Jim. You love me a lot more than Dagny, Jim. Please do it to me first. I'm at a disadvantage anyway, because I have to go real bad, anyway. Please, Jim, I'll do anything you say, Jim," Fawn begged.
"Will you beg me to shave Dagny's head, Fawn?"
Fawn hesitated a moment. She looked at Dagny. Dagny began to beg, also, in earnest, now, after the initial feeling of restraint, for Fawn at the way she began to beg.
After a little hesitation, Fawn began to beg again, "Yes, Jim, yes, please shave her head, please, make her bald and ugly so I'll be your main little girl. Please, Jim, I'll do anything you want me to do, please. Dagny is too pretty, anyway, she is. I only have tiny little titties, and it's not fair that she should get it just because she's prettier than me, please, shave her head, shave her cunt, give her the enema first, please, give it to her, Jim, please do it to her."
"Jim, she's just a flatchested little runt. I'm the sexiest cunt you've ever seen, Jim. Please shove it up her ass first. Please don't shave my head, Jim, please don't. I won't be so sexy looking anymore if you do, please, ohhhh, please, I'll spread my legs and let you do whatever you want to my cunt, Jim, please, she's just a little nothing with tits like my little brother ..."
"Dagny wins, Fawnie. She made a good point about shaving her head. If I shave her head, she won't be so cunty looking anymore. You get the enema first, Fawn."
Dagny breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt so terrible for the way she won the prize.
"You fucking bitch, fucking slutty bitch!!" Fawn cried, yelling at Dagny as Jim stuck the enema bag in her asshole.
"Fawn, I'm sorry, please, I couldn't help it, Fawn," Dagny sobbed, realizing what she had been made to do to the fifteen year old girl.
Jim squeezed the enema bag. "Wooooo!!" Fawn squealed. She stood took a few deep breaths.
"Give it to her. Jim, it's a minute. I'm gonna lose because of that, please, Jim, give it to her," Fawn ordered, ignoring Dagny's apologies.
"all right, Dagny, here you go," Jim said and he stuck the bone up her asshole. "Uggggg!!" Dagny grunted as she felt the soapt water shoot up her rectum.
She grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them. She made chirring and hooting noises as she put one hand on her belly and another on her asshole as she felt the pressure starting to mount inside her.
Fawn, too, began to feel the movement of liquid inside her.
"Come on, girls, you got to shit, don't you? Who will be first.?"
They looked at each other and saw how Jim was getting off on it, the way they had been forced to fight with each other and betray each other. Neither of them acknowledged his taunting. They stood there nude, their hands on their bellies and asses, trying to hold their bowels back, feeling tingling vibrations around their assholes, and the pressure inside them forcing their assholes to pucker and quiver.
"Fawn, you can stick you finger up Dagny's ass if you want. That should help her go faster. See, I'll make it up to you," Jim told her.
"Dagny, I'm sorry, I am," Fawn told her.
"So am I, Fawn, but you're not sticking your finger up my ass," Dagny told her in a voice a few octaves lower than her usual voice because of the way she was trying to control herself.
"Jim, she won't let me do it to her," Fawn said in between her grunts.
"Dagny, you're older than her. Bend over and let her poke around in your asshole," Jim commanded.
"That's not fair! Why can't I do it to her? Can I?"
"No, you can't, and whoever said things should be fair, Dagny?"
"If I lose, will you cut my hair off?"
"No, but just bend over for Fawn. Fawn, order her to bend over for you."
"Dagny, bend over!" Fawn said commandingly and happily, exuberant that she was being given a chance to hold back longer.
"Damn, Fawn! Don't you realize what he's doing to us?"
"Yeah, but I still don't wanna get whipped," Fawn said practically.
Dagny sobbed, still trying to control herself, and bent over. She tensed up and contracted her anus as hard as she could, the swirling waters inside her making her feel like she would burst at any moment, but she still knew that the consequences of her shitting before Fawn would be worse.
"Remember, there will be a penalty for not getting everything in the bedpan, you disgusting animals. Filthy, disgusting girls!"
Fawn looked at the puckering red little anus of Dagny. It looked so small to her. She also had never done that before. She hoped that Dagny would not shit on her, but she also knew that Dagny was too scared of the penalty for that. Fawn also felt her own belly growling and her asshole was ready to burst.
Fawn grunted and groaned as she touched a tentative finger to Dagny's asshole.
"Fawn, please, do it already. You're torturing me unnecessarily," Dagny told her.
"I'm sorry," Fawn replied and started to wedge her finger into Dagny's asshole.
"Oooo, wooo-hoooo, yeeeee!!" Dagny squealed.
Fawn bit her lip and stuffed her finger into the tight little hole as Dagny squealed and squirmed. She wiggled her finger inside Dagny, hoping that Dagny would be softened up and would shit. Fawn had to take her finger out and squat over her pan. She felt that she would have to let loose momentarily.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, ahhhh, agggggh!" Dagny grunted as she saw Fawn squat over the bowl. She, too, now squatted.
The two girls eyed each other, grunting and groaning. Jim walked in front of them, called them names, and gaped at their wide open beavers.
"Nooooooo!!! AHHHHHHHH, Nooooooo, ohhhhhhhh!!!!" Fawn yelled as she let loose. She cried and sighed from the relief.
"She did it first," Dagny said quickly, and then she let: loose, knowing that it was a terrible thing to do to Fawnie, but happy nevertheless.
Both girls had red faces as Jim taunted them and told them how ugly they looked as they removed their bodily wastes in front of him, going through their most private acts, just to please him.
Jim gave them each a half hour to recover. Then he had Dagny whip Fawn three times. Little welts appeared on her back. Dagny was also given some salve for Fawn and rubbed the ointment on her frail back. Dagny fawned all over Fawn, apologizing for everything. Fawn called her names and blamed her for hitting her too hard.
Jim then put Dagny in her cage, and he had Fawn strap herself to the table, whereupon he shaved off her pretty orange pussy hairs. She cried all the way through it. Jim had his pants off and stroked his cock as he shaved her.
When he felt her smooth pussy, he creamed all over her belly.
He brought Dagny out of her cage to lick it off Fawn.
"At least you know how come tastes now, Dagny," Fawn told her, trying to be brave.
"I've tasted it before, luckily," Dagny answered.
"You've given blow jobs, Dagny?" Fawn asked incredulously.
"Of course, Fawn. But it's not dirty like you think," Dagny instructed her.
"I'm sorry for the way I behaved to you, Dagny."
"It's not your fault," Dagny told her and looked up at Jim.
He put them back into their cage. He walked out of the basement.
The two girls talked openly among themselves, knowing that Jim was either listening to whatever they said, or had it in a recorder. Fawn told Dagny everything that had happened to her since Jim kidnapped her. Dagny told Fawn how she was fist-fucked without being able to see or scream. They hugged each other and cried.
They felt each other's bodies and kissed each other. They wanted to do that before Jim forced them to, knowing that it would not be the same. Dagny tried to cheer Fawn up about her pussy hairs being shaved off, and she caressed Fawn there gently, telling her how smooth she felt.
"I guess he'll really think I'm a little girl, now, Dagny."
"You still are a little girl, Fawnie, even with a bush of hairs. Only fifteen, my God!!! I hope you can come through this without a trauma," Dagny told her and brought her head to her breasts. Fawn sucked Dagny's nipples and caressed her back.
Then Dagny did it to Fawn. "I know that your breasts are as sensitive as mine, Fawnie, even though they're little. You have beautiful breasts, anyway, and I wish mine were as soft as yours. I didn't mean what I said about you being a flatchested runt. You know that, Fawn, don't you? I was just desperate. Next time, I'll get whipped, baby. I'll even volunteer for it, Fawn."
"I know you meant it, Dagny, but I love you anyway. You know that we'll both try to beg for mercy again, if we have to. And I probably will volunteer to shave your head if he forces me to," Fawn told her and kissed her on the lips.
"Please, Fawn, don't think like that. I know I was a terrible coward before, but I won't do it again, Fawnie. I promise I won't," Dagny said and rubbed Fawn's pink nipple in between her fingers.
The two girls fell asleep in their cage, their arms wrapped around each other for warmth. It wasn't very warm in the basement.
The next morning, Jim had them fight each other with the loser to be punished by having nipple clamps put on her nipples.
Dagny won the fight.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim drove his cab happily along Park Avenue. He did not have to fantasize about make believe girls anymore. He still had fantasies, but he carried them out on his two pet dolls now, rather than watching his exultation spurt out the end of his cock while he jerked off over his toilet bowl.
They're great, he said to himself, thinking about Fawn and Dagny. Dagny's really a rotten little bitch. "Ha ha!" he laughed out loud, thinking of the ways that Dagny had spared herself punishment by conning young Fawn into getting it. I guess Fawn should have some revenge, though, he decided, but she has to earn it. He thought back to last night, how he had Dagny explain to Fawn why she was inferior to her, and Dagny was actually serious. Wow, what a bitch, he reflected, thinking back to how he had Dagny put the nipple clamps on the young pink nipples of the fifteen-year old and torment her in order to save her own torment. But Dagny did get hers, though, I mean, she's been fucked, whipped, fist-fucked, given blow jobs, and got enema's, and all kinds of shit shoved up her ass. Leaving her alone with that vibrator in her cunt was a good touch, if I do say so myself, Jim beamed as he cruised up and down the neighborhoods of the rich, along Manhattan's East Side.
He spotted a pretty young girl standing at the intersection of Park and 57th. She waved for a cab. Jim wanted her, but not just as a fare. She had long blonde hair, and he didn't have a blonde yet. Besides, he told himself, I'm getting a little tired of Dagny and Fawn. She could give Dagny some competition, Jim said as he watched her get into the cab, looking at her adjust her skirt, pulling it below her knees, watching from the rear view mirror. Wow, she's about five ten or more, wow, Jim marveled, hoping her cunt hairs were also blonde.
Meanwhile, Dagny and Fawn were sitting in their cage, nude, of course.
"Fawn, it's been a week for you, and four days for me. You still think he'll let us go now?"
"What difference does it make. Just tell me what the fuck we can do, huh?"
"I guess you're right, Fawn. I guess all we can do is hope that he might have a change of heart, or that we can find a way to escape," Dagny said, knowing that Jim was either listening to them or recording what they were saying.
The canvas was pulled over the cage. "I'm really hungry, Fawn," Dagny complained.
"So, you'll lose a little weight, Dagny. You could stand to lose a few pounds."
"Fuck yourself, Fawn, huh? I'm telling you it's not healthy to go without food the way I have. You get to eat. How do you think I feel sitting there watching you eat, huh?"
"I gave you a cookie, Dagny. He'd punish me if I gave you more. You have to lose five pounds and that's all there is to it."
"You could hide some food, you know," Dagny said.
Fawn pointed to the microphone, "I'm not going to hide any food, Jim," she said, looking up at the microphone.
"Fuck!" Dagny yelled.
"Fuck you too," Fawn told her and went to the farthest end of the cage, twenty feet away from Dagny and turned her back on her.
"Look, Fawn, you just better stop acting like a spoiled brat. I'm in the same hold you are," Dagny yelled at her.
"Suck my cunt," Fawn said, her back still turned.
"So, now your true colors are coming out, Fawn, huh? You know it was never love that made us eat each other, right? It wasn't, was it?"
"Love? What the hell do you know about love, you fat slob! Don't think I don't know how you get Jim to give me punishments instead of you, you bitch. He tells me, ooops, fuck, Jim, I'm sorry, please, please, Jim, damn, fuck, now look what you made me do, you rotten cunt!" Fawn said, looking up at the microphone and then at Dagny. She revealed a secret Jim had told her about how Dagny conned her into getting punishment that was meant for her.
"Fuck, Fawn, well, as long as you know, yes, I did, but just to save my own ass. I had to, Fawn, please, fuck, I wish I had enough nerve to kill myself!"
"Don't give me that shit either, Dagny. I know you don't mean it. No more pity from me because of that threat. We both know we will never kill ourselves, so shut up, huh? I wanna sleep for awhile."
Fawn curled up in a little ball.
"I'm sorry, Fawn, please, you know you can trust me more than him, don't you?"
"No, I don't know that and I ain't just saying that cause of the microphone. I know you'll have me tortured to death just so you can keep your fucking fat tits from being slapped, so leave me alone. He's bad enough, I don't need you helping him!"
"That's a terrible thing to say, Fawn! Let's make love, please. I'm not really like that. I just can't help it. It's just that he makes me behave like such a fool and a coward. I wish I was stronger, Fawn," Dagny said, as she walked up to Fawn and sat down next to her at the far end of the cage. She petted Fawn's delicate back, caressing her welts.
"You wish you were stronger? How come you always win the fights, then, huh?"
"Because Jim would know if I lost on purpose, Fawn. I can't help it if I'm bigger and stronger than you."
"Yeah, and you're also not afraid to rub it into me, Dagny. Then you're not a coward. Of all the girls to get into this with, I wish it wasn't you."
"You're asking for it, Fawn. You better make love to me and apologize for saying that. You know it isn't true. You're just jealous of me, that's all."
"Go ahead, cunt, bitch! Win some points for yourself, you slut!" Fawn yelled at her and cried. "Jim, she's getting in some good ones at me, huh? "She really wants to stick her fist up my cunt again, Jim!" Fawn cried, looking up at the little microphone attached to the cage.
"Shut up, someone's coming, Fawn!" Dagny yelled.
Fawn sneered at her. Fawn put the tape that Jim let her in case a visitor came. Then Dagny did the same. They walked to the front of the cage and listened.
"Ohhh, boy, are you going to get it, man. I know your name, Jim Gilliam," they heard a female voice say. "Do you know who I am?"
Dagny and Fawn looked at each other and shook their heads, knowing that whoever she was, Jim would have her eating out of the palm of his hand.
"Sit on the table and wait for me, I'll be right back!"
"Take the goddamn thing off my eyes! How do you expect me to find the goddam table. What the hell do you want from me anyway? I'll fuck you as much as you want. Just take the goddam thing from my eyes. My hands are killing me. The cuffs are too tight! I won't run away, dammit," they heard the voice say in a demanding voice.
Dagny and Fawn looked at each other, knowing that that voice would soon be begging and pleading and saying all kinds of foolish things to embarrass herself and please Jim.
They wondered what she looked like, too, both hoping that she was not as pretty as they were, although Dagny hoped that she was prettier than Fawn but not herself.
They heard a thud. It was the girl's ass being placed on the table. "Don't move Doe, or I'll kill you!"
Jim walked over to the cage. He lifted the canvas a little. He saw how the two girls tried to see who else was there.
He gave them ear plugs. He made a fist at them. "You are both on your honor to keep them in your ears. If I catch either of you without them, you'll regret it severely," he whispered threateningly, "and remember how to act for your new roommate," he added. He closed the canvas over them after watching how they put the ear plugs in.
Jim wanted to see the reactions on their faces when they saw Doe for the first time.
He walked back to her, now.
He took the blindfold off. She sat on the table and looked around the room she was in. She sat on the table and looked around the room she was in. The tall blonde girl now realized that she was really going to be in for it, seeing all of the pulleys and levers and ropes, and tables with straps on them. She noticed the big thing with the canvas over it, looking at it curiously.
She now realized that she was in the complete control of a madman, as she saw all of the paraphernalia in the large, windowless basement.
"Look, sir, can't we work something out. Look in my bag. There's over a hundred dollars in it, all right?"
Jim looked in her bag as she instructed. He took the money and put it in his pocket.
He held onto her wallet.
"Can I go now, sir?"
Jim ignored her and started to look through her wallet. She got off the table and started to yell at him for going through her personal belongings, despite the fact that she now considered him very dangerous. He smacked her in the face and forced her to sit on the table, making her do it without his help, and without the use of her hands, which were handcuffed behind her. He brought her here in the trunk of his cab.
"How much do you weigh, Doe? It doesn't say in your identification."
"What the hell kind of a question is that, huh?"
"Just humor me for a little while, Doe. But be sure to tell me the complete truth about anything I ask you, and don't ask me anything. Understood?"
"Look, I don't care how crazy you are, you sick, demented pervert. I'm not going to say another word. People will be looking for me very soon, and they'll find me. They know I got in this exact cab."
"No one knows, Doe. I watched you get in and made sure no one saw me. Now, how much do you weigh, Doe? This will be the last time I ask you nicely."
Doe kept silent.
Jim walked up to her. He looked at her legs, which were hanging over the edge of the table and swaying back and forth slowly. He looked down the length of her nylon stockings and her high-heeled shoes, a very expensive brand, it appeared to him. She watched him look at her. She put her legs together. Jim reached down to her left foot, grabbed her by the ankle and took her shoe off. He then looked at her and smiled. She kicked him in the stomach. Jim doubled over in pain. Doe, still with her hands cuffed behind her, jumped down off the table. She looked around the room, saw the stairs leading out of the basement and ran up them.
Jim remained on his knee, panting hard, and watched her, as he got his breath back. He laughed as she tried to open the locked door, turning around and feeling for it with her hands, but she couldn't even get her hand around the doorknob.
"You monster! You lunatic! Help!!!! Help! Can anyone hear me? Help!!"
The only ones who could hear her, and only faintly at that, because of their ear plugs were Fawn and Doe. They smiled at each other, knowing that they would soon have company, listening to the very faint-sounding pleas of the new doll for Jim to play with.
"Come sit on the table, Doe. No one will be able to help you," he told her.
Doe sunk to her knees in the corner at the top of the stairwell. She began to cry and beg Jim for mercy. "Would you rather I throw you down the stairs, Doe, or would you rather walk by yourself?"
Doe walked by herself and leaned against the table.
"All right, I think I better explain the rules to you now, Doe, rather than wait. All right?"
She said nothing.
"Answer me!!" he demanded.
She still said nothing, but she also turned her head from him.
Jim laughed. Then he unlocked her cuffs. She rubbed her hands and ran from him, making him chase her around the table. He stopped after awhile. Then he pulled the gun out of his pants, and pointed it at her.
"Shoot me, go ahead, I'll die before I let you touch me now."
Jim aimed the gun at her head real slowly.
"Wait, wait. It's not worth it. Don't shoot!" Doe huffed, having second thoughts.
"I'm going to like taming you Doe. You're really a ball of fire!" Jim said enthusiastically.
"Tame me? Just what the hell do you think I am, an animal?"
Jim smiled and nodded his head. "You're my new toy, Doe. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll like being my new toy, and the sooner you'll be released."
"Just what the hell makes you think I'll be your toy, huh?"
Jim told her, reading off the names of her loved ones, whereupon she rushed him, trying to claw at his eyes, feeling as if he were the devil incarnate. Jim easily subdued her and had her on her knees with her hand twisted behind her back.
"How much do you weigh, Doe?" he asked her, putting a little extra twist on her arm.
"One twenty-eight," she replied.
"Is that the truth, because I am going to weigh you, and if you're more than two pounds off, you will regret it severely!"
"I'm one twenty-eight w-w -" she hesitated, then stopped, as she realized what she was about to say.
Her words came out of her mouth in raspy grunts as she struggled vainly to untwist her arm from his strong vice-like hold.
"Yes, finish what you were going to say, Doe," Jim said with a snicker and pulled her arm a little more up behind her back.
"Oooooow, owwwwwww," Doe yelled.
"Continue!" Jim tormented her, knowing that she was feeling so weak and puny compared to him.
"One twenty-eight without my clothes on," she said and then cried, putting her head down. Jim laughed sardonically.
"We're beginning to understand each other now, Doe. If I let you up, will you promise not to lie to me and answer whatever I ask you and do whatever I tell you?"
"Yes," she agreed, the pain in her shoulder almost unbearable.
Jim let her up. She rubbed her wrist and her shoulder. She leaned against the table and faced Jim.
He looked her up and down. "Take your other shoe off!"
Doe had already counted on getting raped. She just hated to compromise with her dignity. She hated to be made a fool out of. She just hoped that she could get a little five minute rape, not showing any emotion, and at the .worst give him a blow job, and she was trying to summon up some will power to clamp down on his cock if he made her commit sodomy.
She watched him walk away and bring a large plastic bag back with him. He put her shoes in it. She also saw that there were a lot of other things in the large bag. She did not know that they were Fawn and Dagny's clothes, of course.
Doe also did not know that she would be pleading and begging for her life and her dignity. She did not know that she would become another of Jim's female puppets, doing whatever he told her, and making her reveal her most intimate thoughts to him.
Jim knew that. He knew that this tall, blonde, pretty, stubbornly resistant girl would soon be spreading her cheeks open for him, and telling him what her flaws were so he could hold them over her. Jim waxed ecstatic as he looked at her resisting countenance, feeling a great yearning inside his pants, his cock pulsating from the power he had over Doe.
"All right, now let's get on with this interview, Doe," he said calmly, as if he were very serious about it being an interview, which he was.
Doe looked at him with a feeling of fear and repulsion. How could he seem so calm? He's a crazy, sadistic maniac, she said to herself..
"How tall are you in your stocking feet, Doe?"
"Five eleven," she replied.
"You're sure? You sure you're not six feet and you're embarrassed to admit it?"
"I'm five ten and three quarters," she said, letting her breath out impatiently.
"I believe you, Doe. I have over an inch on you, but as you probably might have guessed, I'm a lot stronger and heavier than you. Right?"
She looked at him, disgust and contempt etched on her face.
"You think you're so much better than me, you cunt! Don't you, huh? Just because you're fucking rich and dress all fancy, you think that someone like me is not good enough for you, huh?"
"You said it, not me," Doe said with a smile, but she was sorry she said it the moment it came out of her mouth.
Jim gritted his teeth, but he controlled his anger. It surprised Doe, who put her hands over her face, expecting to get 'smacked.
"That's a good answer, Doe. I'm glad you said that. You won't be punished for it. You will be punished for lying, however. I want the complete truth, understand?"
"I'm not sure I understand anything," she replied, meekly, thinking that he was even sicker than she thought for not hitting her.
"You know what you're own thoughts are? You understand that, don't you?"
She said nothing.
"From now on, you will answer me, no matter how embarrassing or revealing the question is. I want to know everything about you, and I will find out, eventually," Jim said with a calculated snicker. He picked up her wallet again and looked through her photos in order to stress his omnipotence.
"All right, all right, what do you want to know? I'll tell you anything if you give me my wallet back."
Jim smiled triumphantly. He taunted her with the wallet, dangling it in front of her and when she grabbed for it, he put it behind his back. She stopped struggling. She leaned against the table again, realizing that she was making a fool out of herself, doing what he wanted her to do. Jim dropped the wallet in the bag with the clothes.
"What color hairs do you have around your cunt, Doe?"
"Jesus Christ! Blonde!" she yelled. "Look, you want to fuck me? I'll take my clothes off," she said and lifted up her dress.
"Stop!" Jim yelled. She stopped, and looked at him. "You will not move unless you are ordered to move. Is that understood?"
She let her breath out through her nostrils, and nodded her head.
"Understood?" Jim repeated. "Yes, I nodded my head, dammit!"
"You don't seem to have much of a chest, Doe. You're a pretty big girl not to have any tits. You do have tits, don't you? Wait a second, you're not one of those transvestites, are you?" Jim asked, knowing she wasn't just by the way her face was constructed and her feminine voice.
"Yes, yes, I am," she said happily, thinking she had found a way out.
Jim laughed at her. He stared at her blouse, looking very hard at it. He wondered .if she had smaller breasts than Fawn. He wondered if she would be able to beat Dagny in a fight.
"You mean you have a cock? Jesus, I'll throw you the hell outta here if you got a cock, you faggot!"
"Look, I can't help it if I'm like this, man. I just like dressing up in woman's clothes," Doe said, acting like she thought a man might act.
"You really got a cock?" Jim asked her, trying to act like he really thought she did.
"Yes, I have a cock," she said impatiently.
"Let's see it," Jim said with a laugh.
Doe hemmed and hawed. She hoped he would not ask that, but he did.
"All right, no more games, Doe. You've already earned three punishments for trying to attack me and lying after repeated warnings. No more lying, or your cunt will be-scooped out with a broken piece of glass and I'll cut off your brother Don's cock and stick it in your bloody hole, ha ha ha ha!"
Doe folded her arms in front of her and shivered.
Jim knew he had her now. He wanted her to take her clothes off, but he wanted her to do it on his terms and net hers. He was not very happy that she was so willing to, get fucked by him, either.
"Now, Doe, do we understand each other?"
"Yes, I think so," she stammered.
"What is your birth date, Fast!"
"April 7th, 1958," she said blurted out quickly, knowing that Jim saw her wallet, but was just making her say it to see how she obeyed him.
"So, you're only eighteen, Doe?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Very good, Doe. You're learning."
"Thank you," she said.
"Learning very quickly," he added, and she said thank you again, but he continued. "Now, as we were saying before, I think that you have very little breasts. Is that right?"
Doe took a deep breath. She had to account for that before. She had a line already prepared. "Playboy would get arrested if my picture was in it," she said, forcing a laugh, and feeling very foolish for telling him that.
"You mean a big girl like you has tiny little breasts, Doe?"
"That's nature," she said with a smirk.
"Doesn't that bother you, that you're not very feminine?"
"I am very feminine!" she said angrily, feeling affronted by his typical male chauvinism, knowing that most men liked big tits, and saw her only as an object, not realizing that she had as much feeling in her nipples as anyone else, no matter how big their tits were.
Jim knew that also, but he was just trying to find a weak spot.
"So, Doe, you've adjusted to spending the rest of your life with small tits. You don't want silicone shots or have your tits enlarged?"
"No, I don't want them enlarged, and I've 'adjusted' and this is a ridiculous conversation," she said quickly.
"Yes, it is a ridiculous conversation, Doe. What are your measurements?"
Doe realized that he was trying to humiliate her. She vowed to herself that she would not feel that her dignity was being stripped away, no matter what he forced her to do.
"34-25-36," she replied in a normal tone, almost bored.
"Good, Doe. very nice," he told her.
"Tell me about your body. What are your strong points and what are your weak points. How do you feel when you look at yourself in the, mirror without clothes on?"
"Please threaten me so I can tell you. I hate to think I volunteered this stupid information without being threatened."
"You will soon be volunteering a lot of information like that, Doe. I appreciate your honesty and your sense of humor. Consider yourself threatened," he told her with a normal laugh.
Doe tried to tell herself that this was a sick, perverted person, but the way he could assume such a calm and casual appearance threw her off a little. She almost began to talk about herself quite openly, feeling that he was really interested, but she soon thought back to her .situation.
"Please, Doe, tell me. I'd really like to hear it Just humor me a little, please?"
"All right," she huffed. My eyes are blue and big, which I like a lot. My face is long and very pretty, somewhat squared off at the jaws and chin which I can see is a very pretty face. I don't like the fact that I'm so tall, but I've gotten used to it, especially since it helps me in my profession as a fashion model, as you know from peeping at my wallet. What else would you like to know about me?"
"Do you have nice legs and a nice ass? Are there any wrinkles or anything?"
"Oh, I forgot about that. I have the greatest pair of legs you've ever seen," she said proudly. Then she began to speak in a seductive voice, hoping she could get him to fall for her, and make something come of that, although she was not sure what. "Jim, I got long, smooth legs, round and meaty in just the right places, not a drop of fat on my whole body. My ass is just right for my size, big, but not too big, round, curvy and tapers off just exactly right to my legs. You're gonna love it, Jim."
"Mmmmm, I'm sure I will, Doe," Jim murmured, looking at her lift her dress slowly and tauntingly.
"Mmmmm, I have a beautiful mound of yellow hairs on my honeypot, Jim," she continued, "just for you, Jim, just for you."
"Jim watched her lift her skirt higher and higher, licking his lips as he saw her beautiful long legs being revealed to him.
"You and me, Jim, you come to my apartment, Jim, and I'll make love to you like you've never been made love to before, Jim, look at these legs, Jim. Imagine what they'll be like when I wrap them around your body. Come on, honey, come with me, Jim, we'll make love in luxury, on Fifth Avenue, Jim, look at these thighs," she said, using all of her sexually alluring powers to entice him and try to get him to take her home.
Jim stared at her thighs, following her as she slowly started to back off and head towards the stairs.
Jim was aware of what she was trying to do, but he just wanted to let her do it for a little while. He made believe that he was hypnotized by her, even though he really was getting terribly horny.
"Yeah, Doe; you and me, let's go to your place. I knew that a rich girl like you would have to recognize me, sooner or later," he said, putting her on.
"Ohhh, yes, Jim, I could see that you have something that no one else has," she murmured in a mellifluous, sexy voice.
He followed her up the stairs towards the door. He held her hand.
"Do you have a key?" he asked her.
She looked at his face now. He smiled at her, letting her know that he was the one who was in charge, not her. She put her hands over her face and cried.
Jim thought of a great idea that would enable him to give her some more false hope and then destroy her will. He stood at the top of the stairs, and laughed sadistically at her, egging her on, hoping to get her to push him so he could show her what a great stunt man he was and how unbeatable he was.
Finally, she yelled and pushed him. He tumbled over backwards, yelling and screaming, falling down the flight of stairs and hit the bottom with a thud, and remained motionless.
Doe laughed from the happiness. She then ran down the stairs and began to go through his pockets, looking form's gun and a key to the door.
Suddenly, Jim sprang up and stood tall and proud.
"And now, for my next number, Doe, take off your clothes and lie on that table," he said triumphantly.
Doe put her face in her hands again and cried.
"Uh, the table with the straps on it, Doe," he told her and pointed her in the proper direction.
Doe was pretty much devastated now. She thought he had been unconscious, and now, here he was, as healthy and demented as ever.
"Doe, the table," he said, walking her over to it.
She began beg and plead, and question the reality of the situation and wonder why it was her that it was happening to and all of those things the other two dolls had asked. When she finished, Jim told her to take her clothes off.
She did, very slowly. She was very beautiful, even better than Dagny, except for her chest. But Jim liked her chest anyway. She had smaller breasts than Fawn, even, Jim saw. Doe's were the size of grapes, almost completely flatchested.
Her nipples were large and pink, and very feminine, however.
She stood before him naked her hand over her chest and her other over her cunt. Jim had her stand up straight and tall. He felt her breasts, kneading the little round mounds of firm titflesh.
"Seriously, Doe, I do like your breasts. They are very pretty and feminine," he said in a soft, slow voice. He was sincere about it.
"Thank you," Doe replied enthusiastically, and sincerely, thinking that he was indeed serious, but she against was made to appear foolish because she had fallen for him and had forgotten her situation for a moment. Her face got very red when she realized that he knew her enthusiasm about receiving the compliment was real.
"Don't be ashamed, Doe. I meant it. Let me just touch your cunt, now," he said and ruffled his fingers through her Mound of Venus, touching her soft lips and inserting a finger in her a little ways. He watched how she looked up at the ceiling and tried not to feel anything.
"All right, baby, up on the table!" he told her as if she were a trained seal. Doe sat on the table.
"Show me your pink, Doe."
She sat there and put her hands in between her legs.
He thrust his hand in between her legs and grabbed her pubic hairs firmly.
"I'll yank them out right now, Doe," he said to the whimpering blonde.
"All right, all right, please don't hurt me. Ill do whatever you say, Jim," she cried.
"Good, Doe. That's the way I like it. Show me the inside of your cunt!"
Doe looked up at the ceiling and spread her labia open as she sat on the table and whimpered.
"What is this?" he asked her and put his finger on her hard little piece of flesh at the top of her vagina, that little piece of flesh whose sole purpose in the female body is to arouse her sexual instincts, a virtual sexual time bomb, a biological certainty that whenever it is stimulated, the female will get hot and horny, no matter what the circumstances.
"Cl-clitoris," she stammered, not looking down at it.
Jim squeezed it hard in between his fingers.
She sucked her lips in and tried to hide the feeling it produced. She felt very debased and humiliated now, sitting there naked and vulnerable on the table, knowing that she would have to comply with whatever he demanded, knowing that he was a crazed maniac and might demand anything. She felt so weak and puny as she sat there so helpless.
"All right, Doe, very good. How would you like to masturbate for me?"
"I wouldn't," she replied, remembering what he told her about being honest, and hoping that she would not have to go through her most private moment for him. She did not want to be seen with a look of passion on her face. She just wanted him to pump his cock in her and get it over with.
Jim did not care what she wanted, however. That is, he did care, but he wanted to make sure that she wouldn't get what she wanted.
"All right, you don't have to masturbate, Doe. Just bend over and spread your ass open. I want to see your asshole."
Doe did as he said, thinking it was better than masturbating.
"Good, Doe, stay that way now, just stay that way, baby," he told her.
He began lo strap her arms and legs down on the table, despite her feeble protests and struggles.
Her ankles and wrists were bound together, her ass sticking up in the air. Her wrists and ankles were also strapped to the table.
She again began to beg and plead, and question the reality of this insanity, wondering why it was happening to her and all of that stuff that helplessly immobile girls say when they are in situations like that. Jim waited for her to finish and didn't interrupt her begging and pleading.
He caressed her ass. She squirmed. Jim made her wiggle her ass for him. He had her moan and groan passionately, and swivel her hips. He made her make noises like a pig, exercising his complete dominance over her, letting her know exactly where she stood.
"I am going to put some nipple clamps on you, Doe. Would you like that?"
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaa, help!!!! Please, please, God!!"
"You called?" Jim said with a laugh.
She cried hysterically as she tried to squirm out of his grasp, an impossible thing to do since she was bound so helplessly like that. The two metal clamps sprung shut on her erect nipples, making them seem like they were even bigger than her tits, which drooped down as she bent over. She yelled in frustrated anguish, her blood rushing from her brain to her nerve impulses in her sexual areas, due to her fear and totally subdued state. She had an orgasm as she crouched there, not able to hide it or prevent it, the passion coming to her face against her will. She began to moan and sigh, knowing that Jim was getting off on her fear and embarrassment.
Her succulent sap oozed out of her slit, dripping in small pearl drops on the table beneath her, some of it sliding down her lean, voluptuous thighs.
Jim walked away from her for a minute. She followed him with her eyes. She saw a long metal rod in his hand. She expected him to stick it up one of her orifices. She stopped begging and pleading, understanding how useless it was to do so. Reasoning with his humanity or anything else was equally as useless. The knowledge that she had nothing to bargain with made her want to shrink up into a little speck of dirt and crawl into the ground.
"You know what this is, Doe?"
"No," she answered, the tears running freely down her face as she twisted her head to look at that metal object with the red and black dots or buttons at the ends of it. It looked something like a baton.
"Well, I'll tell you in a minute or two, Doe. First I want to secure you a little better. You don't want to break an ankle or a wrist, do you?"
"I don't care," she said.
"But if you fall to the side, you can hurt yourself," Jim told her.
"I wanna die," she cried.
"Oooow, Doe, what a terrible thing to say. Then if you die, I'll have to practice on Don, Hallie, Biff, and uh, what's your younger sister's name again?"
"Please, please, I'll do what you want. Just leave my family alone," she cried.
"All right, Doe. But don't get any ideas about hurting yourself. It's not worth it. Right?"
"Right," she said, agreeing with him.
"Please try to stop crying," he suggested.
Then he put a leather strap around her waist. The strap had metal loops on the outside. He connected two more leather straps through the loops. He attached them to metal loops on the table. She now could not move from side to side any longer. The straps were taut and strong. He made her test her mobility.
She could only move her head. She could move forward and backward about two or three inches either way.
I'm helpless," she admitted to him.
"Good, very good," he said and caressed her ass. "Now, I shall explain what this instrument is and the effects it will have on you. All right?"
"Yes."
"This is called a cattle prod," he said and paused for effect. He saw now noticeable difference on her. Apparently she did not know what a cattle prod is, Jim figured.
"Miss Drysdale?"
"Yes?" she asked, wondering why he called her by her last name.
"do you know what a cattle prod is used for?"
"To prod cattle?" she asked trying to show that she was still capable of humor, more for her own head than his.
"Correct, but I'll tell you how it prods cattle. You see this red button is really an electric, battery operated device. When the black button on the other end is pressed, it gives off severe electric shocks, causing the cattle to move in the proper direction, rather than receive the electrical impulses. Do you see any cattle around here, Doe?"
"Oh! Ohhhhhhh, noooooooo!!!!!" Doe screamed, realizing that she was the closet thing to cattle around here.
Jim was serene as he looked at the tormented, sexually abused beauty begging him for her privacy. Everything that every female had ever done to him was being made up for now; now with Doe, and before with Fawn and Dagny. He was already imagining how he would work Doe in with the other two toys in the cage.
But now, he wanted to see the passion in her body and face. He wanted to make certain that this tall, blonde strong-willed girl would be totally subjected to his will and his carnal desires.
He waited a few minutes until she stopped crying and yelling. "Doe, Doe, my big, flatchested beauty, haven't you realized that crying and yelling is just a waste of time?"
"I had to let it out," she said, still whimpering and sobbing as she looked at the metal rod with her pretty blue eyes bulging out in horror.
He had her make some animal noises for him and sing nursery rhymes, just to show her that he was the boss, and that she was supposed do do and say exactly what she was told.
Doe had to sing in her normal singing voice, which was very off-key, but she had to try to sing her best anyway, much to her embarrassment.
"Do you know what I am going to do with this cattle prod?"
"I can guess," Doe replied.
"All right, go ahead and guess," he told her, enjoying the ingenious ways he could find to rub it into her even more.
She said nothing.
"Guess!!!" he ordered commandingly. He twisted the nipple clamp and made her big pink nipple feel the excruciating pain and unnatural stimulation.
"I hadn't thought of that, Doe. That's a great idea. Well, I guess there's no surprises left for you. Too bad. Oh, by the way. I'll also put it on your clit, you know, get you real hot, like you've never been before, heh, heh, hahahahaha!"
She tried to struggle, but the bonds held her fast. Her complete immobility and the total helplessness of her complete position gave her a kind of strange security and comfort. The fact that she was unable to do anything, absolutely nothing at all to prevent him from giving the electrical shocks, or anything else that suited his perverted tastes, gave Doe a feeling of calmness. It was like the kind of a calm before the storm, however.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Well, are you ready, Doe?" Jim asked, and he poked her on her smooth, round ass cheeks with the prod, but without pushing the button.
"Go ahead and do what you have to do," she told him in a calm voice.
"But don't you know that you will be feeling a tremendous amount of pain?" he asked. From .previous experience, he understood why she was feeling so casual and calm. He even expected her to laugh, but she didn't.
"Yes, I know it," she replied impatiently. "Just do it already," she implored him.
He put his head under her body and looked directly up at her cunt. Her thighs were very close together. She looked under her body at him.
"Curious?" he asked her.
"Yes," she replied.
He put the red button of the cattle prod on her clitoris. Her vagina was oozing moisture. She began to quake and shudder in expectation.
"I'll count to three, Doe and then I'll give you a charge," he said with a laugh. "One-two-." He stopped. He ran his hands along Doe's tensed up thighs. "Three!" He pushed the buttons.
"Ohhhhh-hooooooo, woooooo, yieeeeehaaaaaa!!!"
Doe felt as if her clitoris had been stimulated by the power of twenty men, or twenty times the amount of a normal stimulation.
She felt the heat rush to her vagina, and tremendous vibrating tingles began to make her pussy lips and the insides of her vagina quiver. She had orgasm after orgasm, irresistibly feeling he passionate effects of it. She strained violently against her bindings, but they hold fast. She moaned and screamed. The pain was there, also. She felt as if a lighted match had been put on her clitoris.
But the pleasure of her anguished passion mingled with the pain.
"How does that feel, Doe?"
She swung her head back and forth, moaning and groaning. She began to pant and breath very rapidly.
She did not hear him. She had terrible craving to rub her cunt, or have herself plugged up inside her pussy, just to get some relief. She felt a terrible emptiness and then a terrible filling inside her womb.
Jim twisted the nipple clamps on her nipples. Doe sighed from the stimulating, but painful effect. Her nipples had gotten as big and red as they ever were.
"Pleas, ahhhhh, please, ohhhh-hooo, hoooo," she begged and sighed.
"Please what?"
"Relief, mercy, please, fix me, fix me," she begged as if she were a drug addict, but the drug was sex, instead of dope.
"You want to become a nymphomaniac, Doe? Don't you know about temperance and abstinence?" he tormented her.
"Please p-put s-someth-thing in m-my c-cunt," she stammered, and then moaned and
"How about another charge?" he asked with a laugh, knowing that, that was the last thing in the world she wanted.
Doe let out a steady, long, ear-shattering wail, but the only ones who heard her were Jim and his other two toys, who still had their ear plugs in.
He placed the prod on the rim of her anus, watched it pucker and contract, as if it were acting on its own in trying to resist him.
He waited for her to finish screaming, and then go back to her passionate moaning. Her clit had swollen to more than thrice it's normal size.
"Please don't, please, please have mercy on me. I'll be ruined, I'll be a nympho the rest of my life, please," she begged in a raspy, guttural voice, trying to reason with him, even though she knew it was useless.
"No you won't, Doe. The effects will go away by the time you get up tomorrow," he explained.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, don't, don't, no, no, no, it hurts, it hurts," she pleaded.
Jim pressed the button. "Uhhhhh, owwwww, OHHHHHHM AHHHHHHHH!!!!
The tone of her voice alternated between high-pitched shrills and low, hoarse, masculine sounding grunts.
Jim laughed at her as she tried to tear her arms free from the strong leather straps, knowing that she would stick them in her pussy and asshole as soon as she was freed.
She took about five minutes to calm down a little. She felt like her damn was building up and strong many multitudes more then her capacity could contain. She had reached her sexual saturation point from the first electrical impulse, and the second one sent her into the core, being and epitome of sexual lust and sexual pain.
Her tender, puckering, asshole stung her, giving her throbbing and piercing pains as she suffered through her torment. She was still in terrible pain of getting another charge, not knowing what she would do if that happened.
"It's unbearable, OHHHHHH, MMMMMMM, NOOOOOO!!"
"It's not unbearable, Doe. You are bearing it, and you're not unconscious or dead," he explained with an instructive tone.
Doe heard that. She knew it made sense. She knew that she would no longer be conscious if it became really unbearable. She now wanted him to do it again, but she didn't want to feel it. She just wanted to be knocked out right away. Then she realized that that would not happen. She couldn't get knocked out from that. The pain was throbbing and the passion was flowing too much to knock her out, she realized.
Jim took the nipple clamps off her nipples. He touched her nipples with his fingers and laugh.
"Nooooo, noooooo, not there, not there," she pleaded, her voice now a cacophonous, grating cry.
"Oh, you thought I was going to give you a shock on your nipples, Doe? What do you think I am, a madman?" he asked her and then he laughed at the irony.
He continued to feel her big red nipples, rubbing them in between his fingers, knowing that she was expecting to get an electrical impulse on her mammary appendages.
"I'll let you relieve yourself, now, honey, all right?"
She did not believe him. She expected to have more terrible things done to her, being that she was still conscious, and in the throes of her orgasms.
Her pussy juice oozed out of her slit in a steady, slow moving flow. Her white, transparent nectar dripped onto the cot beneath her propped up body.
"Beg me, Doe, and I'll let you relieve yourself."
"Please, please, please be so kind to let me loose. I need relief!!"
Jim listened to her scream and then sigh and moan some more.
"Continue," he told her, wanting to hear a certain few words from her, but on her own, without any help.
"Please, please, God, God, please, Jim, please let me get relief. Please don't give me another shock, please. I'll do anything you say. I be your slave. I'll love you, I will, please, Jim."
"Well, all right," he said and began to unstrap her.
She thanked him obsequiously as he began to remove the bindings that held her up.
"Will you kiss me when I let you off the table?"
"Yes, yes, anything, anything," she said, knowing that she would have to do what she was saying.
Jim removed the last of the bindings. She began to rub her vagina with her fingers and scratch her wet furrow voraciously as soon as her bindings were removed. She sat with her legs folded in front of her on the table where she had been bound. Jim watched: her for a minute or two, his cock bulging and ejaculating inside his pants.
Then he cleared his throat. She looked up at him. He puckered his lips. She had forgotten all about that in her heat.
Jim did not walk over to her. She had to come to him. He stepped back a few paces so he could watch how she walk. She waddled like a duck, her thighs rubbing each other, trying to create friction. Jim stopped. She was totally free of the bindings that held her down before, Jim knew as he watched her approach him.
"Thank you, thank you, Jim," she said in gratitude for him not giving her another shock on her nipples. She puckered her lips and met his own. They kissed. He put his arms around her naked body, pulling her closer to him. They rubbed their lips together. Jim was waxing ecstatic as he felt the sweet, hot and tender lips of the tall girl, caressing his own.
He caressed her back gently, surprising her with his gentle manner.
He looked into her eyes and made her look into his, just so there would be no mistake about whom she was kissing. He had just tormented her and abused her terrible, making a slave out of her, and now she was kissing him with a burning passion, without needing any extra encouragement.
She squeezed his back and caressed his hair, ruffling her slender digits through it as she licked his lips with her tongue and he did the same to her, and then he put his lips around her flitting tongue and sucked on it with care and tenderness, sighing as passionately as she was.
"Make love to me, Jim," she said in a seductive voice.
"You just want your cunt plugged up, don't you?"
"Yes, but I want you to do it, Jim, please, Jim, please make love to me."
"All right, baby/' he laughed. "You don't have to beg me," he said and patted her ass.
She pulled him over to the table and she got on her back and spread her legs open wide. "I trust you, Jim," she said in a low murmur as she beckoned him towards her supine body.
Jim took his clothes off and mounted her.
Jim was easily able to get it up again so quickly for her. When she wrapped those big long beautiful legs around him, Jim knew that he was in heaven. Although it was her hell, they were on the same plane at the same time, when he rocketed his hot, filling cream into her moist, quivering furrow.
"Thank you, thank you," she said to him seductively, feeling a great relief.
Jim got off her and watched her lay back on the table, spent, and exhausted. He was very tired from his ordeal also. It did take a lot of energy for him to do what he did to her. He sat down and just watched her breath, her flat, trim belly moving up and down rhythmically.
Finally, after about twenty minutes, she turned to him. She looked at him quizzically, as if to ask, "Now what?"
Jim put his pants on and a shirt.
"Well, you'll be staying here for a week or so, but you'll have two pretty roommates," he told her.
It took a while for that shock to wear off. He had to warn her again about doing intentional harm to herself. He gave her a number of good reasons why she would be unwise to do that.
He brought her over to the canvas covered cage that would be her home from now on, or as long as she lasted. Jim did not tell her that, however, because he liked his toys to have some hope that they might be released eventually.
Doe had to resign herself to the fact that she would be forced to become his sexual prisoner, until he released her, or until she was able to escape.
CHAPTER SIX
After the shock of seeing the two girls living like animals in the cage wore off, and then watching them go through their little act for her, Doe was placed in the cage with them.
The tape and ear plugs were taken from Dagny and Fawn.
The first thing that Fawn noticed about the new girl was that her breasts were even smaller than her own. She thought that Doe would get picked on a little more, but she wasn't sure. She saw that Doe was exceedingly pretty, except for her small breasts. Actually, Fawn thought that Doe was beautiful, even with her breasts, which she liked. She also noticed how tall she was and hoped that she would be able to beat Dagny in a fight, so Dagny would not beat on her all the time when they were forced to fight each other.
Dagny saw her as a threat, because of her good looks and her height. She was three inches taller than Dagny and six inches taller than Fawn.
Doe immediately went to a corner of the cage and cringed, not knowing what to make of the two girls.
Jim left the room, after telling Doe to talk with her new roommates about the things that girls talk about.
"We're Jim's prisoners, too, Doe," Fawn told her, and walked over to her.
"Ohhhh, oh, God! Can't you get out of here?"
"No, it's just about impossible," Dagny explained, looking at Doe's body and her face, trying to get .a better idea about her, hoping that Jim would not think she was prettier than herself.
Doe said a few terrible things about Jim, and tried to ask about escape methods.
"THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!" came Jim's voice over the microphone, startling Doe, and making her shudder.
Then she looked at Fawn and Dagny suspiciously, wondering why they did not tell her about the microphone.
"He'll punish us if we would have told you," Fawn explained.
"He's listening right now, even?" Doe asked.
"Yeah, or he's recording it on tape," Dagny explained.
"Are you telling the truth?" Doe asked. She nodded her head and then shook it to let them know how they should answer her.
They both nodded their heads and said "Yes."
Doe understood how totally subjected they were to Jim, and how the lack of privacy would make them dependent even more on Jim.
"It doesn't matter what we say, really, except talking about escape. He won't punish us for anything. Sometimes we even get rewards for things." Dagny smiled at Doe, and then at Fawn.
"Yeah, but she's the one who usually gets the rewards and I get punished," Fawn said, looking at Dagny snidely, hoping that the new girl would help put Dagny in her place.
"I get punished too, Fawn, I can't help it if he just picks on you more. How the hell are we supposed to reason with him?"
"Yeah, well, I used to let her get saved from punishment and take it for her, before I found out she was conning me. He was gonna shave her head, but I volunteered to get my cunt shaved instead," Fawn said.
"I said thank you, Fawn," Dagny told her.
"He shaved you there?" Doe asked in an unsteady voice, sensing that the two girls were anything but friends.
"Of course he shaved me. You think I was always bald here?" Fawn said and pointed to the red stubble that had just started to grow again over her pussy.
Doe looked at it. She shook her head and then smiled at Fawn.
Fawn, realizing that she was getting Doe on her side, rather than Dagny's began to tell her more. "And the next day, we had to wrestle, after I did that for her, and I also got whipped because of her when he gave us enemas and I couldn't hold it in, so she beats me in the fight we had to have. You better be careful of her, Doe, because she'll do just about anything to you if she can get out of some punishment."
"You lying brat. That's not true. He'd know if I lost to you on purpose, you flatchested little bastard. Just cause you're only fifteen, you think you're the only one should should be felt sorry for? You still didn't go through what I went through!" Dagny yelled.
"Bullshit, you lousy bitch traitor! Suck my cunt!"
"Please stop it!!!" Doe screamed. .
They both looked at Doe.
"My God. It's bad enough that we have to contend with him," Doe said, pointing at the microphone. "But why can't you be friends, and try to get along. This is insane. You're playing right into his hands, girls!"
"Well, what do you think is going to happen when we have to fight and the loser gets whipped, huh, Doe?"
Doe looked at her. Fawn stood up and showed her her back.
"Oh, God!" Doe gasped.
"Look at her back. Show her, Dagny, go ahead."
"Stop it, Fawn," Dagny told her.
"She has never been whipped. That's why. Look! She won't even lose one fight to me. She could if she wanted to and make it look real, but she's a rotten bitch."
Doe put her head in her hands and laughed.
"Doe, did you ever make it with a girl before?" Dagny asked her and she caressed her arm.
Doe looked up, understanding now that she would have to become a lesbian. She caressed Dagny's arm in return. "Well, I guess there's a first time for everything, Dagny," Doe said, trying to force a laugh.
"She's gonna try to con you, Doe. Don't let her. Man, I hope you can fight, Doe. Can you?"
Dagny looked at her with interest, also.
"I guess if we have to find out, we'll find out. But let's not talk about fighting now, girls. Please, let's just hold each other and comfort each other. Is that permitted?"
"Yeah, but I don't touch her until I'm forced to,"
"Fawn, please, please don't be so antagonistic," Doe told her.
Dagny smiled triumphantly at her.
"Fucking cunt bitch!" Fawn yelled at Dagny.
Dagny tried to ignore Fawn. She put her arm around Doe and hugged her. Doe took a little peck at Dagny's cheek. Dagny studied her breasts, feeling very happy that they were even smaller than Fawn's. She was glad that Doe didn't take Fawn too seriously.
Fawn, feeling jealous, crawled over to Doe's other side and began to caress her arm.
"Kiss me, Doe, I'll love you," Fawn said.
Doe turned to Fawn, smiled at the young little girl and kissed her.
"Let me caress your back, cutie pie," Doe said and helped to guide Fawn in front of her, in between her long legs.
"You're nice, Fawn. Dagny never would do that for me. All she does is put the salve on, and only because Jim tells her to. She's worse than him, if you want my opinion."
"I'd put it on you, you brat, but you wouldn't let me," Dagny retorted and she ran her fingers along Doe's thighs, squeezing them slightly, trying to see how firm and muscular they are.
"Please stop it, girls. Kiss and make up now, please. Please, start all over."
"Never!" Fawn yelled. "She'd only gloat and then beat me up again, Dagny, I hope Doe kicks your ass. And you can't call me flatchested anymore, either!"
"This is incredible. You mean that you have " these petty jealousies among the two of you?"
"Doe, Jim makes us compare ourselves to each other," Dagny explained, her tone trying to make it seem unimportant.
"Well, Doe got smaller tits than me. Right, Doe? Stand up a minute. Let's see?" Fawn said and pulled her arm.
"Yeah, they're smaller, Fawn. Don't get so excited. Please stop getting, so uptight. Is it really that important who has bigger breasts, girls?"
"Dagny always taunts me in front of Jim because her breasts are bigger, and she gets rewards for doing it. She doesn't have to, but she does," Fawn explained to Doe.
"Well, looks like I'm the .low girl on the totem pole, girls. I guess that should satisfy the two of you a lot,'* Doe said and stopped caressing Dagny.
"Please, Doe. I'll love you. It just this little runt. He starves me, just so I could lose weight to suit him, and she doesn't even give me a crumb. I've already lost my eight pounds, but when I was forced to starve and feel hunger, she didn't even let me eat anything she had, and she ate it in front of me, the little bastard."
"That's after I realized what a bitch you were, you fat slob!"
"Am I fat, Doe?" Dagny asked.
"Of course not," Doe replied. She looked at Dagny's body. Actually the weight loss made her look even prettier. She caressed Dagny's slim thigh and Dagny did the same to Doe's.
"Rub my back, Doe, please?" Fawn whined, seeking attention from her, trying to win her over from Dagny. "You're prettier than Dagny, even if she has bigger tits, Doe. You're so nice looking. Really. You have the best legs I've ever seen. Now, Dagny will find out what it's like to have someone around who's superior to her."
"Well, if she's prettier than me, than she also is prettier than you, runt! And who said she's prettier than me?!" Dagny scolded, starting to show her claws.
Doe tried to ignore it.
"Her true colors are starting to show. Soon, she'll start to call you a flatchested this and that, Doe. You'll see. You really got to be a better fighter than her, Doe. That's all I got to tell you."
"Jesus. I can't believe this!" Doe exclaimed.
"FAWN! KISS DAGNY'S ASS. LICK HER CUNT!!" the voice said from the microphone.
"Fuck!" Fawn yelled. She paused for a moment.
Dagny bent over. Fawn looked at Doe and put an expression on her face to say "Watch what I mean about her!"
"All right, Jim! I did it!" Fawn explained.
"She did not. Ooops!" Dagny said, forgetting that Doe would now realize that Fawn had been telling the truth about her.
"TWO LASHES, FAWN! NOW DO IT FOR REAL! THANK YOU, DAGNY!" came Jim's voice over the microphone.
Doe snarled at Dagny, as Dagny bent over and Fawn planted two big kisses on her ass. Then Dagny sat down, and spread her legs open. Fawn licked all of the wetness off Dagny's cunt, tasting some of the urine that was there from the last time.
Dagny moaned and held onto Fawn's head while Fawn ate her out.
"Thank you, Jim," Fawn said to the microphone.
"Thank you, Jim," Dagny repeated.
"YOU'RE WELCOME, BABIES!"
"See? See what I mean, Doe? She didn't have to rat on me, but she only cares about getting rewards. She don't give a damn if I get whipped."
"Are we allowed to talk about this?" Fawn asked them, and looked up at the microphone.
"Yeah," Dagny told her. "Doe, Fawn, please, I'm sorry for that. I just can't think anymore. Please forgive me, please. I'm going nuts. I couldn't help myself. I didn't mean it," Dagny cried and put her head on Doe's chest, Doe patted her back. "That was a terrible thing to do to Fawn, Dagny. You didn't have to rat on her. I'm beginning to understand what you mean about her, Fawn," Doe replied, still patting Dagny's back.
"Please, please, Doe. I'm like a trained seal. I'll never do something like that again. Fawn, I'll love you, I will, really. Please forgive me," Dagny cried and pouted as she looked at Doe's tiny breasts and gloated at her major imperfection, hoping Doe said softly and caressed Dagny's back.
"I've been burned by her a few times already, Doe. You believe her but I ain't," Fawn said and folded her arms in front of her.
She was adamant.
"Please, Fawn. I'll make it up to you," Dagny offered and walked over to the little girl and caressed her little breasts.
"Fuck, Dagny. You're fucking up my head," Fawn whined and she hugged Dagny. "All right, all right, but I swear, if you ever do me in again when it's not necessary, I'll kill you in your sleep!"
"PENALTY!!"
"Fuck, Jim, I didn't mean it," Fawn protested.
"Please, Jim. She was only kidding. She laughed when she said it. She had a smile on her face," Dagny said.
"She did, Jim. Fawn wouldn't do that. She was laughing when she said it," Doe said.
"ALL RIGHT, BUT DON'T KID AROUND LIKE THAT ANYMORE!"
"You're so fair and understanding, Jim," Fawn said happily.
Fawn looked at Dagny. She smiled at her. "Thank you," she said, mouthing the words to Dagny.
Dagny held her arms out. Fawn put her head on Dagny's chest and began to lick her large, firms, high-rising breasts.
Doe stood there and smiled.
"As long as we're together, girls, we won't be beaten," Doe said.
Dagny and Fawn looked at Doe. They both shook their heads at her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim came back down to the basement. The three girls stopped their petting and looked at him, waiting to see if they would be allowed to continue, and hoping that their newfound happiness in their misery might somehow last them a little longer.
"Well, girls, I guess it's time for a little fun," Jim said, peering in- at the three naked beauties locked in the large dog cage.
"We have a new girl, Doe. Fawn, Dagny, you've seen Doe?"
Doe looked at Jim with a weird and perplexed look on her pretty young face.
"Yes, Jim, I've seen her," Dagny answered.
"That's really a dumb thing to say, Jim," Fawn replied, in earnest, like Jim wants her to.
Doe looked at Fawn with a horrified expression, thinking that she had just asked for punishment for saying that to him.
"Yeah, Fawn, you're right," Jim said with a laugh. He unlocked the door to the cage. He had no fears with the three of them.
"Well, what do you think of your new playmate?" he asked.
"I love her," Fawn said.
"Me too," Dagny replied.
"Very nice. Do you think she's pretty?" Jim asked.
"Uh oh, Doe. Here it comes," Fawn said.
"Fawn, answer me, huh?"
"Yeah, she's pretty."
"Who is the prettiest now?"
"I am," Fawn said with a giggle.
Jim shook his head at her. He looked at her, waiting for an answer. "Doe has smaller breasts than Dagny, but otherwise she's a lot prettier. It's hard to say, though," Fawn said.
"Dagny?" Jim asked.
"She's too tall, I think, but she's really very pretty. She has nice long legs, nice hair, natural, nice ass, maybe even nicer than mine, but her breasts aren't large at all. They're even smaller than Fawn's," Dagny said.
"See, Doe? She's really not changed," Fawn said to her.
"I'm just telling him the truth, Doe, Fawn. What the hell you want me to say, huh?"
"She's right, Fawn. As long as she's forced to say the truth, she has to, I guess. I don't think she was lying," Doe said.
"Thank you, Doe," Dagny said.
"So, Dagny, you think that Doe is prettier than Fawn?"
"I think so," Dagny replied.
"Do you think that Doe is prettier than you, Fawn?" Jim asked.
"Fuck! Yeah, I guess," Fawn admitted, looking up and down the tall girl's body.
"Dagny! Who is prettier, you or Doe?"
"I am," Dagny replied.
"Do you agree with her, Doe?"
"If she says so, I really don't care."
"All right, Doe. Bend over and spread your cheeks. You will get three lashes because she's prettier than you," Jim said.
"Wait! You mean I'm gonna get whipped just for that? Because I'm not as pretty as Dagny? Doe gasped. She put her hand to her chest.
"Only one lash for that, Doe. the other two are for not arguing with her, and tooting your own horn," Jim told her.
"You mean I can save my self two lashes if I tell you why I'm pretty?" Doe asked.
"Three, if you can tell me why you're prettier than Dagny," Jim explained.
"What do you think, Jim. You think she's prettier?" Fawn asked him.
"I'll tell you all in a little while. Do you want to save your back a little beating, Doe. Go ahead and speak," Jim told her.
"All right," Doe said. She looked at Dagny and Fawn. She smiled awkwardly at them. They smiled knowingly at her.
"Also tell if you think you're prettier than the little kid," Jim added.
"All right. Will they get whipped if I say anything about them?"
"Maybe," Jim retorted.
"Forget it. Whip me," Doe said bravely.
"This won't do, Doe. We'll have to put a little more motivation into your heart. Go stand up on the table. Prepare to get some more shock treatments!"
"All right, I'll talk!" Doe said nervously, dreading the rerun of the artificial and painful stimulation of her pussy. She looked at Dagny and Fawn, feeling very ashamed of herself. "I tried, I tried. That prod kills me, it's torture," Doe pleaded.
"I understand, Doe. We all tried," Fawn said sarcastically. "Go ahead and speak the truth," Fawn told her, Jim patted her head.
"This is so degrading. Please don't make me talk about my body like this," Doe begged.
"Get on the table, then," Jim said and snickered.
"I'm talking," Doe said with a nervous laugh. "All right. All right," she panted. "Urn, shit!' I feel so stupid talking about myself like this. All right, uh, I'm probably prettier than Fawn, but I'm not sure about Dagny. Dagny is beautiful, and that would mean that I'll have to admit that I'm a beautiful chick, too. All right, I am beautiful. Let's see," she stammered, looking over Dagny and Fawn's bodies. Fawn giggled at her and crinkled her nose. Doe laughed, realizing that the others also had to go through a similar humiliation. She felt some company in her misery. "Who should I begin with?" she asked Jim.
"Me," Fawn chirped.
Jim nodded agreement and patted Fawn on her head.
"Well, she's got skinny legs. Not too skinny. Her face is kind of long. Mine is more prominent. My facial structure is more proportionate than Fawn's. I'm a little more curvier than her, and my legs are a lot longer and meatier. My belly is rounder and not as flat as hers. What else?"
"Your tits," Fawn said with a smile.
"My breasts are - "
"Tits," Jim corrected, snickering and feeling his cock yearn for freedom inside his pants as he made the girls compare their bodies and talk about their weak points in his presence.
"My tits are tiny, practically nonexistent, as you all can see," Doe continued, smiling a little at Fawn. "Fawn's aren't very big, either."
"But they're bigger than yours," Fawn interrupted, "But you're still prettier than me, Doe. You are beautiful," Fawn said encouragingly.
"Thank you, Fawn. As I was saying, I feel so ridiculous, but anyway, I am not ashamed of my breasts, and I think they are beautiful, and I think Fawn has beautiful breasts, also. Size is not important, I believe, even in terms of beauty. Look," she said and pointed to her two small mounds of titflesh, "They're tiny, but they're firm and mature. They are more than mere swellings on my chest. My nipples are very large. Even larger than Dagny's, and that should count. Fawn's nipples are tiny, but I guess that's because she's younger than me, but I'm younger than Dagny. Did I discuss Fawn properly?"
"Excellent," Jim complimented. "Now you and Dagny will have your showdown. Sorry about that, Fawn," Jim told her. Fawn smiled at him.
"Dagny, please don't take this seriously," Doe began.
"Dagny and Fawn take everything seriously. You will too, Doe. Continue."
"All right, Dagny's legs are also not as good as mine, and as she said, my ass is rounder and curvier than hers. I think that should count for something. Um, Dagny has beautiful breasts, ripe, firm, they don't sag at all, but I still think my breasts, I mean, tits, are nicer looking than hers."
"How could you say that. You're almost completely flatchested," Dagny retorted. "You have nothing there at all. My tits are a hundred times what yours are." Dagny cupped her tits in her hands.
Doe shook her head, realizing that Dagny was forced to argue with her. "Well, I think that my legs, my face, my ass, my hair color, on my head and my vag-, I mean, my cunt, are nicer than Dagny's, even if I'm almost flatchested, but my nipples are better than hers, and I do have about fifteen pounds on her," Doe said.
"What about your height?" Jim asked her. "Yes, I uh, forgot, I'm taller than her and that means there's more of me than Dagny."
"She's too tall," Dagny said. Doe did not reply.
"Doe, you've told me that your height is the tiling that bothers you the most, even more than your breasts, which you seem very proud of," Jim said.
"Well, I'm an inch short of six feet, but I'm still very feminine. I think that my cunt is pretty large, if that counts, does it?"
"Mine is tight and I'm proud of it," Dagny responded. I'm also a little shorter than Doe, and that should count in my favor. Her lack of a bustline should count heavily against her, although I re ally don't think she's that repulsive," Dagny countered.
"I told you so, I told you so," Fawn hummed.
"Look, I'll settle for a tie with Dagny. All right?" Doe looked at Jim and Dagny.
Jim looked at Dagny. "All right, Dagny?"
Dagny took a deep breath. It was obvious to all of them that she was really contemplating it. "All right," she said, finally.
"Good, very good," Jim said.
"What do you rate Doe?" Fawn asked.
"Oh, yes, thank you, Fawn. You know you've moved down a little in my estimation, Fawn."
"Why?" Fawn asked, actually hurt by his remark.
"Because your cunt is hairless and your back is ugly. You now get a 7.5 from me," he told her. "But I still love you, anyway."
"It's not my fault I'm hairless on my cunt and my back has welts. You did it to me," Fawn protested.
"That's life," Jim shrugged. He looked at Dagny next. "Dagny, since you've lost that weight, you've gone up a little. You are now a 9.7!"
"Wow! Thank you, thank you so much, Jim. I'm glad you made me starve so I could lost a little weight now. I didn't realize it at the time, but - "
"Shut up, Dagny. Stop putting it on. That's one lash for lying."
"Fuck!" Dagny yelled.
Doe waited for her rating now. She couldn't help it, but she was genuinely interested in what Jim told her. She knew that Jim knew what he was talking about, no matter how crazy and demented he was. She felt as if she were getting a rating from an expert. She could not hide the expectation from her face.
"Doe, you are a 9.6," Jim pronounced.
Doe felt very happy, even though it was less than Dagny.
Dagny beamed and looked at Fawn triumphantly with an "I told you so" look on her face.
"You think Dagny is prettier than me, Jim?" Doe asked.
"Just a little, baby, but I still love you, even if you are inferior to her in here."
"I'm still the best, huh, Jim? You'll never find anyone to top me, you know that," Dagny said snuggling up to him.
"Shit!" Fawn yelled and stamped her foot.
"What's your problem, Fawnie?" Jim asked her.
"Dagny is such a bitch. She doesn't know how to handle herself and she'll be gloating over us the whole time now," Fawn said.
"Flatchested little runt," Dagny said to Fawn, smiling serenely. Then she looked at Doe. "Ooops, sorry, Doe," Dagny said, still not totally powerful over her yet, since she was a lot smaller than Doe.
Jim picked up on that.
"Fawn, you think Doe could beat you in a fight?"
"Just from the looks of her, I'll even wager she could beat Dagny," Fawn said, looking at Dagny, revenge in her eyes. She saw the worried look on Dagny's face.
"What do you think, Dagny?" Jim asked her.
"She's a lot bigger than me, Jim. She might be able to beat me, but I'll give her a try if you want me to," Dagny volunteered.
Doe looked at her with contempt now. She knew that Fawn was right about her. She had never gotten into a fight, in her life, but she hoped that she could use her size to advantage.
"Doe, are you ready to fight Dagny?" Jim asked her.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Doe answered, trying to sound tough. She looked at Dagny the way she saw Muhammed Ali stare at his opponents. Dagny tried to grin back at her, but she could not hide .her fear.
"Doe, if you beat me, please don't lord it over me. I'm sorry that I'm prettier than you," Dagny said, trying to gain something.
"Don't worry, Dagny. I'll just make sure you stop tormenting Fawn," Doe told her and tried to figure a way to fight Dagny.
"All right, fighters. Step into the ring," Jim said. He showed them a clear space on the basement floor, and there were red lines of tape marked off for the boundaries. He held Fawn's hand. Fawn was just as excited as he was. He looked down at the little naked girl while Dagny and Doe were forced to stand face to face, Dagny looking up at Doe the way Fawn used to look up at her when they started. "Who do you want to win, Fawn?" Jim whispered.
"I hope Doe kicks the rotten bitch's ass all over the floor," Fawn whispered in his ear.
He patted her on her head. "All right, Girls, pound your chests with your fists, make jungle noises and start to fight," Jim told them.
Doe understood what he meant. She made fists and beat her chest furiously, feeling good to exercise like that. She hit her chest right on her little breasts, and hollered and whooped, jumping up and down like a wild girl.
Dagny did the same, but she didn't beat her breasts. She hit her chest right over her breasts, and hollered and squealed and yelled like she was Tarzan, trying to outdo the taller girl's yells. Then they gritted their teeth and began to circle each other.
Dagny rushed Doe, and put her arms around her waist. Doe didn't know what to do. She screamed. She tried to push Dagny's face, but Dagny held on to her waist. She put her foot behind Doe, and then pushed her forward. Doe's tall, narrow frame toppled over backwards. Dagny quickly got on top of her. Doe began to kick her long legs out.
Dagny, feeling great joy for the easy and unexpected way she got Doe down, beamed with pride. She sat on Doe's chest, and began to slap her face around. Doe tried to kick out, crying hysterically the whole time, but it was hard for her to do it. She wanted to wrap her large legs around Dagny, but Dagny was all the way up on her and was pummeling her face ruthlessly, laughing while she did it.
"I give up, I give up," Doe pleaded, her arms pinned down by Dagny's knees.
"Shit! Fuck! Piss!!" Fawn yelled when Jim walked over to Dagny and gave her the victory pat on the back. Just before Dagny got off Doe, she pushed her knee into Doe's belly, just to let her know who the boss was now.
Doe lay on her back and cried, her hands over her eyes.
"You really disappointed me, Doe. I expected someone as big as you to put up a better fight," Jim told her.
After the punishments were handed out the three girls were put back in their cages.
Doe and Fawn held each other, cringing in the corner. "You big, flatchested weakling!"' Dagny said, standing over them and grinning proudly.
"You are worse than Jim, Dagny," Doe told her.
"Shut up, you flatchested phony bitch, or I'll kick your ass all over the place."
Dagny pounded her chest and yelled in an animal-like moan of conquest.
"REWARD!! REWARD!!"
EPILOGUE
Her arms cuffed behind her, April Grande, shivered in fear as she leaned against the cot, looking at her tormentor.
"April, you are going to be a trained slave. Just like a little doll for me to play with. You will do whatever I tell you, no matter how embarrassing it might seem," Jim told the tall fifteen year old brunette. "How does that grab you?" Jim asked as he looked through her wallet.
"You're insane. You're crazy! Help! Help!"
Jim waited for her to finish her preliminary rantings and ravings. Then, in a calm voice, he repeated what he had just said, expecting a serious answer from her.
"I won't do it, I won't. You'll have to take whatever you want from me by force. I won't do anything else!" She stamped her foot.
"But I want you to do whatever I tell you, April. I guess it's just a matter of semantics whether I force you or not. Let's start with your weight and the size of your breasts, April," he said, looking through all of her personal identification papers in her wallet.
With tape over their mouths, Doe, Dagny and Fawn waited patiently to see what kind of competition they were going to have. They listened with annoyance at April's protests they knew would be futile.
"You'll never break me they way you think you will," they heard April yell. Fawn squeezed Doe's arm and rolled her eyes at the little joke they just heard.
Finally, as usual, it had to happen. "All right, all right, I'll tell you. I'm five nine, weigh a hundred and ten pounds and I wear a size 35B brassiere," they heard the scared girl say, trying to imagine what Jim was doing to her to make her talk.
Fawn felt ambivalent about that. She knew it would mean that she probably still would be the ugliest, but the new girl, April, might be prettier than Dagny, since they both had the same breast size. April weighed about the same as Dagny, a drop less, but she was taller. Fawn hoped that, even if April wasn't prettier than Dagny, she would be a better fighter, at least. Doe, who in the past three days had suffered the deep humiliation of having to defend herself in her cage against Dagny, took to picking on Fawn in order to gain some rewards. That is, she would pick on Fawn, when Dagny did not feel like sticking up for the fifteen year old redhead.
Dagny was only slightly worried. She knew that three against one would be very hard for her to overcome, even with Jim's help. Dagny knew that Jim wanted to get a girl who was better than her.
"I'll show you where you will be staying, April, my dear," Jim said. He threw the canvas cover off the cage.
"The three girls looked at the bound girl as she started to scream.
"Jim, let her stand up straight so we can see how pretty and how tough she is," Fawn scolded him.
April was all crouched over. Her wrists were tied to her ankles. A large dildo was sticking out of her cunt. It was hard for the girls to tell how pretty she was like that.
Jim did as Fawn said.
"Shit!" Fawn yelled.
"What's the matter, asked. He laughed. He Fawn was disappointed.
"She ain't shit!" Dagny gloated. "Right, you big flatchested goon!" Dagny said to Doe. She scrunched Doe's cunt lips together and pulled her blonde cunt hairs.
"Right, Dagny," Doe admitted, as they all looked at April. Doe knew that Jim only brought her there so Dagny could still gloat at her own beauty.
Jim put an ammonia capsule in front of am April's nose to keep her from fainting.
He caressed April's breasts, squeezing her pink nipples so they were good and erect. "You think you're prettier than the other three, April? If you're not, you'll be sorry, and be honest please."
"I'm prettier than the redhead, but the other two are prettier than me. My legs are too thin and so is my waist."
"She is not prettier than me," Fawn protested in vain, knowing that she was, but arguing anyway.
"Ohhhhh, I'm so happy," Dagny sighed. "I'm so beautiful. No one in pretty as me."
"THIS world," Doe agreed.
"This world is the only world," Fawn said knowingly.
Soon, April and then others would come to acknowledge that the cage Jim kept them in and the torture racks in the basement would be the only world they would ever know they would accept it and live in it according to the conditions set forth by Jim. It was their own private little Hell. It was Jim's Heaven. At least he lived happily ever after.
