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 Author: Backstory
Title: Harder Than it Has to Be
Part: Chapter 14
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Jamal takes Chloe down to her newly outfitted basement.  When
she's unable to complete her punishment, Taesha is subjected to a brutal
session.
Keywords: BMWFBF, interr, blackmail, sad, toys, piv, oral, anal, a2m

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 14: Harder Than it Has to Be (BMWFBF interr blackmail sad toys
piv oral anal a2m)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters or
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________ Chapter 14: Harder Than it Has to Be
(BMWFBF interr blackmail sad toys piv oral anal a2m)

   "Speaking of home," Jamal said, after having Chloe pull her panties from
Taesha's pussy with her teeth, and drop them into the trash, "I'd like you
to come downstairs so that I can show you the additions I've made today."

   Taesha followed Chloe down the basement stairs, and onto the cold,
cement floor.  It was poorly lit, and she hadn't ever been down here
before, but it wasn't difficult to see the changes Jamal had made.

   There were several items of furniture, including a rough wooden table
with metal restraint points at several locations, two rough, sturdy, wooden
chairs, a padded horse and a triangular wooden one, and a large, wooden,
X-shaped cross with shackles.  In addition to this, there were several long
shelves stocked with a variety of vibrators, dildos, plugs, and lubricants
and a rack with several hanging whips and canes.  There was a small cage in
one corner of the floor, and near that was a thin mattress with a a metal
neck shackle attached by a short chain to the nearby wall.

   Chloe slowed down, then stopped as she looked around the room, taking in
the implications of everything she saw there.  Taesha moved in close and
put her hands around her waist, hugging her lightly from behind, over her
blouse.  Chloe seemed not to notice, but just stared at the scene around
them.

   "Forgive me if I've gone a little overboard." Jamal said as he stepped
down from the stairs and walked past the women.  "You're the first of my
slaves who's had her own basement that I could outfit." He flicked a switch
and several bright lights clicked on.  Taesha closed her eyes at the
brightness, then opened them, squinting as they accommodated.  The room was
very bright now, and she could see other items: chains and restraints, some
electronic equipment, and at least two mounted cameras.  There were also
eye hooks, and other restraint mount points in many locations.

   "Get yourself undressed, Chloe." Jamal took Taesha by the hand and
walked her to the cross.  Jamal had one of these in his own home, and so
Taesha was familiar with it.  She lifted her arms so that Jamal could
shackle her, watching Chloe slowly unbuttoning her pretty, purple blouse.
She slid it back, off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts.  The marks
from her caning were still visible on her belly, and on her breasts, where
they spilled up over the top of her bra.  Jamal secured a belt around
Taesha's waist, then secured her ankles one by one, as Chloe slid her pants
down, revealing her bare ass and bald pussy.  Her eyes met Taesha's as she
unclasped her bra and let it drop, her lovely tits falling forward, faint
red lines still criss-crossing her pale flesh.

   Jamal finished with Taesha and turned to the rack of whips, picking up a
small, leather one.  He turned to Chloe and held it out to her.  Obviously
not expecting this, Chloe stumbled as she hurried forward and took the
whip.

   "Your punishment is to whip Taesha until I'm satisfied with your work."

   "Oh, Jamal, I can't..."

   "You will."

   Chloe looked over at Taesha, and she tried to smile encouragingly. 
"It's okay." she said.  Chloe frowned, then looked back to Jamal.

   "Please, Jamal, just punish me, I can't do this."

   "If you won't do it, I will, and I guarantee it will be worse."

   Chloe's shoulders drooped.  She lifted the whip and held it for a long
time, trembling, then took a half-hearted swing, barely making contact with
Taesha's belly.  She turned back to Jamal again.

   "I'm sorry, I just CAN'T, Jamal." She was crying.  Jamal ripped the whip
from her hand and threw it into a corner.  Chloe turned away from him
bringing her arms up defensively.

   He laughed at her.  "I'm not going to hit you, Chloe." He rummaged
around the shelves for a minute, finally taking a smallish butt plug.  It
was a translucent blue, and Taesha could see that it was one of the
vibrating ones.  He pushed it into Chloe's mouth for just a moment, then
pulled it out and bent her over the wooden table.  He pushed the little
plug up her ass and turned it on.  Taesha could just barely hear the light
buzzing sound it made.

   Jamal slapped Chloe's ass, and turned to one of the rough wooden chairs,
setting it down facing Taesha.  He gestured for Chloe to sit, which she
did, and then took several lengths of rope from a shelf.  Taesha watched
Jamal spread Chloe's legs open, tying each to one of the front legs of the
chair.  When her legs were secure, Jamal sat her straight up, and tied her
wrists together behind the back of the chair, and then her arms to the
chair itself.

   Once Chloe was secure, he went back to the shelves, taking one of the
large vibrating massagers.  He spread Chloe's pussy with two fingers, and
pushed the head of it firmly up against her spread pussy and clit.  He
carefully taped it into place, then turned it on.  Taesha heard the loud
buzz, and Chloe closed her eyes, her head rolling back.

   Jamal pushed a thumb into her mouth, gripping her by the lower jaw, and
pulled her head back level, crouching down in front of her.  "The good
news, Chloe, is that you have permission to cum as often as you like while
you're in the chair.  The bad news is that you've made things a lot worse
for Taesha."

   He stood and went up the stairs, leaving the two momentarily alone. 
Chloe looked over to her.  Her face looked miserable, even as her body
squirmed in the chair, reacting to the stimulation from the vibrators.

   "I'm so sorry, Taesha, I just couldn't make myself do it."

   "It's okay..."

   Jamal returned with a small bowl and the bottle of hot sauce.  He put
the bowl down on the table, and poured most of what was left of the hot
sauce into it.  He then put the bottle to Taesha's lips, and she opened her
mouth, tilting her head back, and letting him pour the remainder into her
mouth.  She winced in pain, but held her mouth open as Jamal turned the
bottle up, letting the last drops land on her tongue.  She held it in her
mouth until he nodded, and then swallowed, her entire mouth and throat now
searing in pain.

   He put the bottle down, and then took hold of both of her nipples,
pulling downward.  He pull for a few moments, then let go and slapped her
across her tits several times, alternating between the two of them.  He
struck her about ten times like this, then reached over and dipped his
fingers in the bowl of hot sauce.  He paused for a moment, then resumed
slapping her tits, back and forth between them, until they were both
smeared with hot sauce, her nipples burning painfully.

   He took a small step back, then slapped her pussy, holding his hand
firmly against her.  She let out a choked little sob as she felt her pussy
burning from the hot sauce.  He rubbed her pussy slowly, with a circular
motion, then pulled back and slapped her again, holding his hand against
her again, and letting his fingers slide upwards, spreading the burning
pain to her clit now, too.

   It was impossible to pull away, tied to the cross, but she couldn't help
trying, and the leather belt around her waist dug into her flesh as Jamal
dipped his fingers in the sauce again, then started rapidly rubbing her
pussy and clit.  He rubbed her for a minute, then slapped her pussy over
and over, until she thought she might pass out.  He moved in close to her a
put his lips to hers, his tongue like fire as he pushed into her mouth.  He
resumed rubbing her pussy all over, sliding his hand back between her
thighs and rubbing along her asshole.  Fresh tears welled up at this new,
burning pain.

   He kissed her deeply, and for a long time, his hand moving forward and
back, from her asshole to her clit.  Finally, he broke off the kiss and
stepped back.  He slapped her pussy twice more, then wiped his hand off on
her tits, then on her belly.  She closed her eyes as he turned away, trying
to cope with the burning pain in her mouth, nipples, and between her legs.
A few moments later, she heard and felt a leather whip across her tits.

   She didn't open her eyes, but just squinted as each blow fell on her
body.  Jamal whipped her tits and her belly, then moved down, whipping her
inner thighs.  She heard a choked little cry, and looked over to see that
Chloe's eyes were squeezed shut, and her whole body was shaking with
orgasm. As she came, Jamal turned and whipped her lightly across the tits,
eliciting a muffled, surprised cry from Chloe.  He whipped her tits several
more times, a bit harder, then began alternating between the two women.

   Taesha watched her friend cum, her large breasts dancing as Jamal
whipped her, and she felt her own pussy getting wet.  Hot sauce or not, she
longed for Jamal to put his hand to her pussy again, and make her cum, with
Chloe.  As Chloe's orgasm subsided, Jamal turned away from her, and began
to whip upwards, between Taesha's spread legs, sending shocks of pain
through her body as the leather straps impacted her pussy and ass.  Her
desire to cum faded quickly.

   He whipped her pussy and asshole a few more times, then draped the whip
over Chloe's shoulder.  He picked up a small bucket from the floor, and
pulled a clothespin from it.  He pinched a bit of flesh on Taesha's breast,
to the side of her nipple, and closed the clothespin on it.  He proceeded
to add more, until there were four on each breast and six on her pussy -
three along each of her lips.  He then put one more up to her mouth and she
stuck her tongue out so that he could put the clip there.

   Chloe started cumming again at this point, and Jamal turned to watch. 
She didn't seem to be holding herself back at all, and she moaned and
squealed, her body writhing rhythmically, her pussy grinding against the
head of the vibrator.  Jamal went over to her and unzipped his pants,
pulling out his long, thick cock and pushing it into her mouth.

   Taesha watched as Chloe's head bobbed up and down, her body still
shuddering from her orgasm.  She was still cumming when he backed up from
her and took the whip from her shoulder.  Taesha flinched, then tried to
relax herself as Jamal began whipping her stomach and inner thighs.  He
paused for a moment, giving her a few seconds to breathe, and brought two
hooked weights over to her, hanging one from each of her nipple rings.  The
amount and variety of pain that she was already experiencing was such that
she barely noticed more than the downward tug on her nipples.  He resumed
whipping her after the weights were hung, every now and then turning to
whip Chloe's large, white tits.

   Jamal began moving upwards, so that his strikes to her thighs also hit
the clothespins on the flesh along the sides of her pussy and her pussy
lips.  After a few like this, he whipped downward, onto her pussy, knocking
several of the clothespins off, bringing fresh pain to this sensitive and
painful area.  He continued whipping her there, until all of the
clothespins were scattered onto the floor.  Taesha hung her head, breathing
hard as the whipping ceased.

   Jamal went over to Chloe, who was taking in short little breaths, but
who didn't appear to be actually cumming.

   "Do you want to help Taesha, Chloe?"

   "Yes, Jamal.  Please, Jamal." Taesha could tell from her voice that she
was close to cumming again.  Jamal turned her chair around, and slowly
dragged it so that the back was right in front of Taesha, less than a foot
away.  He stood straddling Chloe's lap, and fed his cock into her mouth
again, then started removing clothespins from Taesha's tits.  Each one that
he removed, he leaned back, his cock slipping from Chloe's mouth, and
pinched it onto one of her breasts.  Soon Chloe had four clothespins
pinching her flesh around each nipple.  He took hold of her head and pushed
his cock down her throat, holding it there for a few moments, while she
heard him whipping Taesha.

   ***

   Chloe began thrashing her body as Jamal kept his cock buried in her
throat, feeling panicked from lack of oxygen.  The motion ground her pussy
against the vibrator, bringing her next orgasm closer.  Just as she was
feeling she might actually pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out of
her mouth.  She struggled to catch her breath as Jamal turned her chair
around again, pushing her forward, between Taesha's legs.

   "Help Taesha cum now, Chloe."

   She had to strain her neck upward, but she was able to get her mouth on
Taesha's pussy, and began kissing her passionately there, her tongues
sliding into her friend.  This pushed her right over the edge, and she
began to cum, forcing herself to keep licking Taesha as she did.  Taesha
was not long in following her, and she came as Jamal continued whipping her
small tits.

   When both women had calmed down, Jamal dragged Chloe's chair backwards.
Chloe ground her pussy against the head of the vibrator.  The thing was
keeping her more or less constantly at the edge of orgasm, and she'd lost
all sense of hiding her reactions.  She came again as Jamal slowly freed
Taesha from the wooden cross, whimpering and thrusting her hips against the
vibrator.

   Jamal removed the hook weights from Taesha's nipple rings, placing them
on the shelves near some others, then took a medium-sized butt plug.  He
dipped the plug into the bowl of hot sauce, rotating it all around, then
pointed to the table.  Taesha turned and put her hands flat on the table,
bending over with her ass upturned.  Jamal pulled her left cheek to the
side and unceremoniously pushed the plug up her ass.  Taesha let out a
little whine, and arched her back, her fingers curling on the table.  Jamal
slapped her ass hard, once on each cheek, then turned to Chloe, stepping to
the side of the chair and turning her head by her hair.  She opened her
mouth wide and he pushed in, then began thrusting in and out.

   He fucked her mouth for a minute or so, then turned back to Taesha.  He
stood her up, then had her climb up onto the table, helping her to lie down
on her back.  Using a coarse rope, he tied her wrists securely to metal
rings mounted at the corners of the table.  When this was done, he fastened
another rope above her right knee and tied this to the same ring where her
right wrist was tied, pulling her ass and lower back up off of the table.
He did the same with her left leg, on that side, so that when he had
finished, she was pulled up on her shoulders, her body bent so that her
pussy hovered over her tits.

   When she was secure, Jamal took a large, thick candle from the shelf. 
He dipped this in the hot sauce as well, and then pushed it slowly into
Taesha's pussy, forcing about six inches into her, so that only three or so
protruded.  He then took a book of matches, and lit the candle.

   He adjusted Chloe's chair to give her a good view of her friend, and
then fastened a large ball gag into her mouth.  He smiled down at her,
flicking at the clothespins on her tits a few times before walking over to
the stairs and heading up.

   Chloe watched the candle in Taesha's pussy began to burn down, wax
dripping down onto her tits.  She squinted with each drop, and Chloe
watched as each drop quickly hardened, a white blotch on her dark skin. 
Far beyond her ability to control, Chloe started to cum again, the
relentless buzzing of the vibrator against her pussy and clit painful now.
Her entire body ached from the spasms of at least a dozen orgasms, but
she'd take all that pain and more to have spared Taesha her misery.

   Time passed slowly, and Chloe watched as the candle burned further and
further down.  The trail of wax soon began dripping below Taesha's breasts,
which were now plastered with wax.  The trail moved higher and higher,
dripping onto her belly, then her shaved mound, and then finally all over
the upper part of her pussy, including her clit.  Taesha started crying
loudly as the wax dripped on her clit, and Chloe would have done just about
anything to have taken it on for her.  She rocked herself in the chair, but
remained tightly bound, accomplishing only the triggering of another
orgasm, her muffled whines of pain and pleasure mixing with Taesha's
mournful crying.

   When Jamal finally returned, the candle had burned so low that it seemed
in danger of burning Taesha directly.  Jamal snuffed the flame with his
fingers, then moved to Chloe, taking each of the clothespins off of her
tits, tossing them with the others on the floor, where they had been
whipped off of Taesha's pussy lips.  He then turned the vibrator off, and
slowly began untying her.  The plug in her ass continued to vibrate softly,
but it felt like her whole body continued buzzing.  She felt unbelievably
sore from having been tied so long, and having cum so much.

   She stood, shakily, with Jamal's help.  He handed her a whip, and put a
finger under her chin, turning her head up to look into his eyes.

   "Now.  Whip Taesha."

   Chloe took the whip, looking over at her friend, tied up on her
shoulders, the melted nub of a candle in her pussy, it's trail of wax
covering her breasts, belly, and pussy.  A thin line of hot sauce was
running down her thigh, from the plug deep in her ass.  Taesha looked up at
her, her eyes calm.

   "It's okay, Chloe..."

   Chloe squinted her eyes tight, her breathing difficult through her nose
and what she could get around the large ballgag she wore.  She raised the
whip, and then struck Taesha across the belly, sending wax flying off.  She
paused only a moment, then made herself do it again, and then again.  She
pushed through it, whipping her friend across the tits, on her ass, and
even on her pussy.  When Jamal finally let her stop, most of the wax was
gone from Taesha's body, and both women were panting, tears soaking their
cheeks.

   Jamal took the whip from her and hung it back up, then moved behind her.
He pushed gently on her back and she bent over, putting her hands on the
table by Taesha's side.  She spread her legs as he pressed his cock up
against her pussy, rubbing it along her slit.  She felt the head of his
cock opening her up, and she groaned as he pushed forward, squeezing the
entire length of his cock up into her pussy in one long thrust.

   After cumming so many times from the vibrator on her clit, it felt
amazing to have her pussy fucked, and as he began slamming her harder, she
ground her pussy back against him.  His foot was up on the table, next to
her hip and his cock head bumped against her g-spot with each thrust.  She
tried to ask for permission to cum, but her words were distorted beyond
understanding by the ball gag in her mouth, and the violent fucking she was
getting.  He had told her that she could cum whenever she wanted, though,
and she hoped that permission extended to the current situation, because
there would be no stopping herself very soon.

   "Do you want to cum?" he asked her, not slowing himself at all.  She
yelled as clearly as she could through the ball gag, hoping that it would
be good enough.  Finally he spoke.  "Cum."

   As usual, that single word hit her like a lightning bolt as she
instantly began to cum.  The orgasm that hit was different, deeper than the
orgasms she had been forced to have while watching Taesha's torment.  Her
muffled voice cried out again and again through the ball gag as her body
shook.  She was still cumming when he pulled out and whipped her around,
pushing her down onto her knees.

   "Hold your tits up." He growled, and she cupped her hands under them,
holding them up and together as he stroked his huge cock.  She was still
trembling with the last bit of orgasm as he began to cum, spraying her tits
repeatedly with large globs of cum, his entire body tensing with each one.
When he finally finished, dribbling the last bit down onto her chest, he
reached behind her head and unbuckled the ball gag.

   "Now, make sure you eat all the cum I've given you while I get Taesha
untied.  If you do a good job, I'll let you take care of Taesha tonight."

   She looked down at her tits, completely covered, and then back up at
him. "Yes, Jamal, thank you."

   He watched her for a minute or so as she scooped up his cum with her
fingers, licking and sucking it up into her mouth.  When she had gotten
most of it, she lifted her tits up to her mouth, licking them all over,
tasting the metal of her nipple rings as she licked her nipples.  When she
felt she had done well, she got up onto her knees, pushing her tits
forward, and clasping her wrists behind her back.  After a few more minutes
with Taesha, he came back around and inspected her, nodding his approval.

   "Good job, little cum slut."

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   "Stand up."

   She stood, keeping her arms behind her back, and her tits forward.  He
turned her and took hold of the small, vibrating plug in her ass.  As he
did this, she saw Taesha, untied, but sprawled on the table, the candle
still in her pussy, hot sauce soaked plug still in her ass.  She looked
absolutely exhausted.  Jamal pulled the vibrating plug from Chloe's ass and
then turned it off, taking it over to Taesha, who obediently opened her
mouth to receive it.  He brushed the hair out of her face, almost
affectionately, then turned back to Chloe.

   "I'll leave her with you."

   "Thank you, Jamal."

   And then he was gone, up the stairs.  She heard the door a few moments
later, and then his car driving away.  Only when she was sure that he was
gone, did she relax, and go to Taesha, taking the plug from her mouth and
leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.  They kissed for a moment,
then Chloe straightened, and looked over her friend's battered and abused
body, putting together a plan of how best to take care of her.

   ***

   Chloe lay next to Taesha who, still naked and damp from the cool shower
Chloe had helped her with, was shivering slightly.  She rubbed a little
more aloe onto the welts along her stomach and thighs, then put the bottle
to the side and put her arms around her friend, feeling her own naked
breasts pressing against her flesh.

   Taesha turned, putting her arms around Chloe's waist and putting her
head to her breasts.  They lay that way for some time, Chloe gently
stroking her hair and lightly along her back.  It felt like it had been an
hour, but it was probably much less, when Taesha lifted her head and the
two women began to kiss, softly, but passionately, their tongues playing
along inside one another's mouths.

   They kissed for a long while, their hands moving softly and gently over
each other's bodies.  Chloe found Taesha's hand and entwined their fingers
together, breaking their kiss.

   "I'm so sorry, Taesha." she said.  "I was trying to stand up to Jamal at
work, I thought he'd punish me, and that I could take it...  I just wanted
that part of my life to stay mine.  I'm so sorry."

   Taesha didn't reply for so long that Chloe thought she might be asleep.
When she finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly strong.  "Stand up to
him again.  If he wants to punish you or me, we'll take it.  I'm happy to
take this if it helps you keep your day life for yourself."

   "No, I can't do that to you..."

   "Yes.  There's only so much he can do to us.  We'll endure it together."
She looked up, her dark eyes looking deep into Chloe's.

   "Okay." Chloe said, and they kissed for a while before they both drifted
off to sleep, their hands intertwined.

   ***

   The next day, Chloe awoke late.  She considered calling in, but she
needed to keep herself moving, keep working, keep her day life to herself.
She extricated herself from Taesha, then gently whispered to her.

   "You should rest today.  Do you need to call into work?"

   Taesha stirred, smiling with here eyes closed.  "No, no work today."

   Chloe pulled the sheet up around her and tucked her in, kissing her
cheek as she settled back to sleep.  She quickly dressed herself, very
conscious of her defiance in pulling on another pair of panties, and then
left for the courthouse, after putting out a bit of cab money for Taesha.

   The day was busy as usual, and it was around mid-morning when she heard
Jamal behind her.

   "Hello, Chloe."

   She turned, trying her best to look annoyed, rather than terrified. 
"Jamal, I can see you this evening, and any evening you like, but when I'm
at work, I need you to let me be."

   It was an effort to keep her eyes on his as he stared through her,
expressionless.  Finally he spoke.

   "That's not the way it's going to be, Chloe.  Now you can take me to
your office now so that I can make sure you're following your rules."

   She glance around before replying, keeping her voice low.  "You don't
need to bother, I'm wearing underwear.  I'm telling you that I'll submit to
you completely in the evenings, but I want my work life to myself.  That's
the deal."

   She was scared, but more than a little gratified to see anger flash,
just for a moment, below his cool demeanor.  "You don't want to go this
route, Chloe, believe me.  You don't dictate terms to me."

   She plucked up what remained of her courage.  She'd gone this far. 
"Well, that IS how it's going to be.  And unless you plan to expose me now,
I'll be on my way."

   He stared at her for a long time.  "There will be a serious consequence
for disobedience like this."

   "I understand that, and I'll accept it.  Tonight."

   He held her gaze for a few moments, then turned and walked away.  Chloe
didn't realize that she was holding her breath until she saw him disappear
behind a corner, and exhaled.

   She had done it; her days would be hers.  Tonight would be brutal, for
her and for Taesha, but they'd get through it together.  Before she could
think too much about that, she forced her mind back onto her work, and
headed to speak with a convict.  ________________________________
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