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The Trophy Wife 5 

By special_kwa@hotmail.com



       Warning: This file contains depictions of adult sexual
situations, including rape, and bondage. If it is illegal for you to
view this subject matter, or if you are under the age of 18 please do
not view this file. If you find these situations unpleasant or
offensive please do not view this file. The author takes no
responsibility for any illegalities arising from the viewing of this
file. The author retains all rights to this story and it is
transmitted here by an authorised person, for free viewing only. 


	There are good reasons why this episode is late in comming.
The primary resaon is some dickless, nutless, fucking little weasel in
Southeast Asia (according to the Mcafee site) wrote
w32.C1H.SPACEFILLER virus and inflicted it on the world and myself in
particular. (Don't you hate it when bad things happen to good people?)
If I ever meet the guy...bang zoom ---to the moon Alice!!

       

	I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you who have
contributed content ideas, as well as those of you who have made kind
comments. Before you all ask me. I expect to have the next section
done in a month or so. However, as you know by now my expectations can
be wildly wrong. I am glad you are all so eager to read the next
section. Remember, "Absense makes the heart grow fonder." Also
remember the more you bug me to tell you whether or not I have posted
the next section, the longer it will take me to actualy write the
thing. (I answer all emails)

As always I hope all you fellow pervs enjoy. 

special_kwa@hotmail.com 



Trophy Wife 5


       I had given Vicki a couple of days to recover. She would need
these days as the beating had been quite severe. During these two
days, she had nothing to eat or drink. As for sleep I had let her have
virtualy none, a couple of hours at most. To keep her amused I had her
watch a steady diet of porn and any tit shows I could think of. Good
intellectual shows like Baywatch, and Showgirls, and 9 1/2 weeks.
Still looking in on her she looked great, her eyes were sunken and
hollow but other than that she looked ready to fuck. That sounded like
a good plan for the day. 


       I made myself breakfast and ate, then went into the dungeon.
Stacey was still stretched out on the bed, still in her maid costume.
She was asleep when I entered the bedroom portion of the dungeon.
Seeing her fantastic body all stretched out, combined with my morning
hornyness, distracted me from my plans for Vicki. I stripped, and
stradled her sleeping form. I tried not to wake her, instead I dangled
my cock against her lips, and began to play it against her mouth. In
her sleep she parted her lips slightly, that was all I needed. I
slowly pushed my way inside her mouth. Before I got to far in she woke
with a start, her face filled with shock and panic. She had partially
begun to suffocate, in her sleep. I let her get used to the invasion,
before I continued my movements in and out of her now responsive
mouth. Tied as she was to the bed, she could move very little. I was
extremely horny and my erection was at its fullest already. Looking
down on her strugling to accomodate me combined with the vision of her
taught arms chained to the bed corners filled me with a tremendous
rush of excitement. I had to pull myself back from the brink, and
withdraw from her sucking mouth. Merely resting it on her face was
almost too much, as she continued to lick at the underside of my cock,
one of the more sensitive areas. I was glistening with her saliva. I
leaned down positioning my hands on the bed and slide myselfdown her
body till I had my cock hovering above her helpless spread entrance.
Despite the fact that I had been in her hundreds of times by now, she
looked up at me, her face filled with fear and trepidation. Catching
her off guard like I did must have really rattled her cage. 

       I owned her completely, without further delay I began to force
myself into her dry vagina. The only lubrication she could rely on was
the saliva she had imparted to my cock. There was of course no baby
oil on her cunt. If she had had the time to think back to her now dead
lover Jason, perhaps she coul have conjured up some moisture from her
pussy to ease the way. But the manner of her awakening did not allow
this. As I penetrated her I could see her face changing from the
pantomime lust to pain and back again to actificial lust as I took her
in stages. It would have been slow going had my concern revolved
around her pleasure in the slightest. Which of course it did not. She
was not my wife, nor my girlfriend. She was my property. I wanted my
property to suffer, I wanted her to suffer for all of her days for her
crime. Soon I was buried in her softness, I was home again in a
familiar place, as was she. She was flat on her back, helpless looking
up at me, her owner fucking her, raping her senseless again. I
couldn't think of a more suitable punishment for this trecherous
murderous bitch, who up to this point in her life had gotten everyting
in her life by willingly putting herself flat on her back. In effect
prostituting herself to her own husband. Poetic justice, what a turn
on! I pounded into her slowly, rythmically, I wanted to be certain
that she was getting every portion of every inch I had to give her.
Every so often I would send myself into her as hard as I could. I
wanted to catch her by surprise and off guard. She was trying hard to
act like a slut. Trying hard to present the illusion of excitement
that I expected, that I demanded. She had however been moved up the
bed incrementaly by my thrusting, and her ankle chains had been pulled
taught. The iron cuffs were digging into her fishnet clad legs,
holding her from sliding further up the bed. The cuffs digging into
her legs would occasionally produce a grimace of pain, on an otherwise
lustfull demeanor. I lay myself completely flat on her, my entire
weight crushing her into the bed. My perspiration was dripping off me
and onto her. Further painting her with my essence. I insinuated both
my hands beneath her, to squeeze her ass. A hand in each cheek. I
crushed her globes in my hands, each one was a near perfect fit for
one of my large hands. I tilted her pelvis in my hands to get maximum
penetration. A little upward angle was all that it took. Soon the
familiar pinprick of her IUD was hitting the end of my dick. It was
strange, but I was beginging to enjoy that little bit of pain the
strings wold cause me. I knew she was getting the worst of it though.
Stacy was crying out now in simulated passion. Despite Victoria being
behind two curtains, and two rooms away, I knew she could hear us. Her
screams had joined ours. Poor thing hearing her fate, being caged up
for a few days was too much for her. It was the first sign that proved
to me that I was on the right track with her now. Screaming was a good
sign. A defiant woman would not scream like that. As I was raping
Stacy, I heard Victoria yelp. She had no doubt inadvertantly touched
the electrified wall cage door. Stacey's skirt was pushed up high and
bunched around her waist. Her belly would be my target for this shot.
After a few more violent plunges into her I reared back, up and out of
her, aiming my spurting member at her body. My cum splashed all over
her abdomen. Weeks earlier she would have reacted with supreme disgust
at this degrading spectacle. Now however, she was writhing in her
chains like a porn queen trying to earn a bonus cheque. 

       I released her arms and made her scoop up the cum with her long
fingernails. She slurped up the mess, and sucked it down like it was
life-giving nectar. Which of course it was, if she failed to drink it
down I would not be pleased, and her life would be in jeopardy. Her
cum drinking routine was suitably slutty. I crawled up to her face and
made her clean me off too. Afterward I released her, to let her
stretch, eat, and go to the washroom. After that it was time to check
on the fresh meat. 

       I opened the wall cell to reveal a different woman. Gone was
the defiant independent woman that had gone into the cell a few days
earlier, to be replaced by this broken creature. She smelled horrible,
she must have pissed all over herself in fear. The bedpan that was in
the cell with her had been filled. Her hair was dirty and stringy, it
fell down her face without grace or charm. She looked like shit,
however she was not beyond repair. Stacy would get her cleaned up. I
left the women with hair, makeup, and apparel instructions. There
werre two of them to prepare. I knew that Stacy would have to do the
majority of the work for the both of them. Vicky was in no shape to
refuse anything. That however, made her in no shape to participate in
her preparations either. I gave them two and a half hours to prepare
themselvves for me. This was an uncommonly generous amount of time.
Stacy realized this, Vicky did not know my habits yet. The amount of
time was for Vicky, I would only have one first time for her, as would
she. And I wanted it to be memorable for us both. 

       My anticipation made the time pass slowly. I was very horny for
my new prisoner. The longer I waited for her the harder my erection
seemed to get. Soon I was rewarded with a delicious sight. Stacy
walked into the bedroom chamber first. Her face was painted like the
whore she was, as always I specified that her lips and nails were
bright red. Her hair was perfection and framed her face in a soft
cloud of bouncy curls. I had forced her to wear my favorite outfit. It
was the essence of simplicity. It was also the first costume that I
had had her wear for me. The bra she had on was merely her black
underwire. There was no material covering her breast. They were fully
exposed to my hungry eyes. All the underwire would do for her would be
to support her tits, and keep them from swaying too much. It is as if
they were being held out proudly, offered to me for my inspection, and
use. The single other garment that she was wearing was her garterbelt
and matching stockings. What else would she need really? The sole
reason for her to be wearing clothes was to exite me. Her minimalist
ensemble was surely doing that to me. Her red hair was complemented
perfectly by the black lingerie. I had to call Vickie to make her
breach the final curtain that seperated us. She passed throught the
curtain slowly, dread was walking with her. In contrast she was a
vision in white, I had decided that she would be dressed as a bride
for her first time with me. It would be one of many firsts for her.
Being a lesbian, it was likely her first time with a man. A bridal
ensemble was suitably sick for this event. She would likely have never
gotten married in the real world. Being gay she may have had a
commitment ceremony that she would have cherised. Now she would
remember this no matter what her future would bring, if in fact she
ever had a future. 

       She was a vision of femininity, and vulnerability, as all
brides are. Her hair was similar to Stacy's, with many lush full curls
framing her heavily made up face. I had however instructed Stacy, to
take away her friends natural blonde color. She had changed her
friends hair, bleached it completely white. A platimum blonde
caricature of a woman stood before me now. As always her lips and
nails were matching bright red. Over her head she wore the veil that I
had ordered for her. It came down to cover her exposed breasts. Around
her waist I had her wearing an antique corset, white of course. It
cinched her already trim waist into a surreal hourglass shape.
Following her body down, her hands were clasped before her nervously
fretting. They were encased in lace gloves, which flowed up her arms
to her elbows. Her hands held a tiny clutch purse, which both Stacy
and myself knew what lay within the purse. My cock throbbed in
anticipation of revealing to Vicky what it was she was carrying. She
wore no underpants, there was no point, but she was not bare. She was
wearing a see through lace skirt that merely obscured her crotch but
did not conceal it. As I looked closely at her crotch I could see that
stacy had followed my instructions and shaved her friend bare down
there. How much better this would be for her first time, for her to
feel everything I could give her. She was certainly more sensitive
there now. He skirt was short, if she were to bend over slightly she
would expose herself to me completely. Her ass would merely be
enhanced and framed by the lacy covering. Certainly not protected or
covered by it. I had covered her legs in matching white silk
stockings. They were decorated with a floral print. But the crowning
touch was on their feet. Stacy and Vicky both wore the same foorwear
this time, each in their respective colors. Black for Stacy and white
for Vicky. They were bedroom slippers, with heels on them. Covering
the toe portion of the slippers were a poof of simulated feathers.
They were very delicate, feminine and ridiculous all at the same time. 

       Tons of slutty makeup does wonders to improve an exhausted
womans appearance. She looked good enough to fuck. I had Stacy help
her to the bed. I had Vicky lay down on the bed on her back in the
bed. Stacy sat at the head of the bed holding her friends arms
stretched out above her head. Vicky looked fantastic stretched out
like that. Her pose and the attire contributed to her sacrificial
appearance. In effect Stacy would be helping me rape her friend. 

       Without further ado I stripped naked, but slowly. My erection
clearly frightened and disgusted my new captive. Hers eyes were
nevertheless drawn to my crotch. Whenever she caught sight of me she
would turn her head away, then look back again, further torturing
herself. It was as if she had a toothache that she kept prodding with
her tongue. You know your tooth will hurt but you have to poke at it
anyway. I climbed between her legs, I purposely let my erection drag
across her thigh as I settled into position. Despite her fear her
flesh was warm and inviting, drawing me, welcoming me her rapist in.
Despiter her fear she did not move a muscle at my touch. I left her
veil down over her face, but used my cock as my hand to brush her
skirt up and expose her cunt to my gaze. It glistened beneath the
sheen of baby oil that had been applied to her. I looked up into
Stacy's eyes, I wondered how it felt for her to have applied the oil
to her friends vagina for my use. I poked at her entrace with my dick,
just too provoke a reaction. She flinched a bit but otherwise did not
react. Stacy was still holding her arms tightly, above her head just
in case. Penetrating her did however provoke a reaction, I slide
myself into her. I wanted to take my time with her. It was
surprisingly easy to penetrate her. I expected the going to be
tougher, given the fact that I was the first man to ever enter her.
Before I knew it I was in her completely. She was trying hard to
remain stiff as a board, trying to make herself a dead fuck rather
than a good fuck. In this she was doing a good job. Foolish little
bitch! She obviosly didn't know I had ways of making her fuck. For now
however, I would be satisfied with a reaction of some sort. Pain was a
crude but effective motivator, and before me were her nipples, they
were ready made pain receptors. I licked my way to them, drew one in
my mouth and began to crush its tenderness between my teeth. My weight
held her body down as she began to twist and writh beneath me. Stacy
was still holding her arms down as Vicky struggled ernestly in her
pain. Her struggles transformed her body into an extremely pleasurable
ride. One that I fully intended to enjoy. Toward that end I was
slamming into her freely now. The bed rocked with the weight of the
three of us on it this time. It would not collapse though. I had made
sure that it was strong enough to chain someone of my size to. It was
incredibly sturdy. Looking down on her as a drove myself into her
repeatedly, I noticed that I had done more damage to her nipple than I
had intended. A small trickle of blood had begun to seep from her. It
was quite erotic to notice the red in contrast with her virginal white
attire. I continued to drink in her beauty. Looking down her body I
watched as I entered her and then withdrew over and over again. "How
does it feel to get fucked whore?" I taunted. She failed to respond,
except animalisticaly, with grunts and the odd strangled scream. 

       Her body was being stretched as I fucked her and Stacy held her
arms down. Her breasts were fully exposed to me having been lifted out
of her garments minimmalist cups. They bounced freely, pleasantly to
the rythym I had imposed on her body. I came in her, as always it was
too quick for my tastes. It would always be better if I were able to
last longer. The better to debase her with a long session. The
realization of what I had done to her hit her. That I had actually
exjoyed torturing her, hurting her, raping her enough to actually
receive enough sexual pleasure to cum in her. This realization left
her face contorted in pain. My experience had been the exact opposite
of hers, and would always be so. She was destroyed now, I had
destroyed her. No man had cum in her before, no  man had had her to
this point in her life. No other man would ever have her, unless I
decided to share my good fortune, and expose her to others.

       I kept myself in her for as long as I could. I felt myself
gradually soften in her delicate folds, and then fall from her. She
was not struggling beneath me. The expulsion of my cock brought some
relief to her face, but I would see to it that this relief was short
lived. She looked suddenly used up, as thought my rape of her had aged
her greatly. I sat back to enjoy my handywork, to survey what I had
done to her. My cum was dribbling out of her exposed vagina, and was
trickling down between her ass checks. Vicky was flushed from her
efforts, and her breathing was begining to return to normal. Stacy was
still holding her arms lightly now. She had moved on to comforting her
friend gently stroking her hair. 

       "You girls must be hungry." They both looked at me hopefully.
Vicky hadn't had anything to east since the night I took her. Neither
had Stacy, whom I was now directing my gaze towards.  "As an appetizer
you can start by feeding on my cum Cunt. Just because it's in whore
box is no reason to let it go to waste." 

       She looked like she would be ill. The prospect of eating my cum
had become a normal part of her everyday existance by now. But the
demand to eat it from another woman, her friend no less, was a
development that she might have suspected would be in her future. This
suspicion though horrible was nothing compared to the horror of the
imminent reality of her plight. 

       Surprisingly she began to shake her head no continuously, she
tried her best to plead her way out of it. "Please Darling, I've been
so good.... I've done everything for you...please don't make me do
this....this to her." I had heard quite enough by this time. I cut her
off. "Who the fuck do you expect I get to clean her up?! You don't
expect me to stick my face in her filthy dyke crack do you cunt?" She
wasn't crying, she was likely beyond that by this time. "You stupid
little bitch. You know your going to do it in the end. You know I can
make you do anything." As I spoke I rose from the bed and walked over
to the wardrobe, and retrieved an implement to inflict pain for her.
"It's boring having to prove that simple fact to you over and over
again cunt. But I suppose that I really should that you for giving me
the chance to try out my new flogger on your hide."

       She had begun to move slowly to her disgusting task, her every
movement was the picture of reluctance. Vicky had closed her legs at
the first mention of what I had in mind. It was amuusing to watch
Stacy fight with her friend to pry them apart. Stacy was going to be
raping her friend for me. "Oh Vicky I'm sorry...I'm so sorry." I
slashed into her rear with the flogger. It wasn't an easy blow. Angry
welts rose on her flesh, shortly afterward. Despite the blow she
didn't cry out. Vicky resisted, but not much. She recogniozed the
inevitability of the forced coupling just as Stacy did. Stacy kept up
her babbling apologies. I kept slashing at her. "Shut up cunt, I
didn't say you could talk. Just fill you mouth with her, get started."
I punctuated the remark with a series of hard blows to her backside
and her legs. Vicky was holding Stacy's head in her hands keeping her
from getting any closer to her than about six inches. Stacy was
reluctant to proceed further to her goal, despite the whipping I was
administering. I was getting impatient. "Get started, I haven't got
all day you dumb bitches." In truth I did have all day. Vicky was
holding her away from her croth, still. By now tears from her pain and
shame were flowing down Stacy's cheeks freely. "Please....please." She
begged..though not directed to me, but to her friend to release her
grip and in effect let her continue. Her begging was effective. Vicky
transfered her grip from her friends head to her own face, submitting
to the lesbian rape. She covered her face with her hands in an effort
to block the scene from her conciousness and remove herself from this
latest torture. Theway now clear I watched as Stacy's toungue crept
out for a first tentative lick. At first contact Vicky's legs had
tightened around Stacy head, making my voyeurism all but impossible. I
knew from their joint reactions that Stacy was making tentative licks
at her at least. While she licked I climbed on the bed behind Stacy,
and began to feed myself into her cunt which had poked out between her
the plush curves of her thighs all vulnerable and available. I entered
her easily and completely entering her with practiced familiarity. We
were fast becoming lovers, she had learned just how to move to
facilitate my entry and ensure a pleasurable ride for me. And despite
her predicament, her face being pressed into her friends vagina, she
managed to hold herself up, and at just the right angle for my entry.
Each time I pressed myself into her, her face was forced into greater
contact with the crotch of her friend Vicky. Of course I didn't expect
either woman to enjoy what I was forcing them to do. In fact I
expected them to detest it, that was the point after all. Soon
however, I would compel them to feign delight and enthusiam at the
prospect of putting on a lesbian show for me. As I fucked her I
taunted her with comments like "How's that taste cunt?" and "You're
really getting into this now cunt." After a while Stacy stopped making
such a fuss and got down  to the serious matter at hand. She lapped at
her friends vagina, cleaning up all the mess I left behind. I made
sure that she licked down Vicky's ass to get every messy drop that had
trickled down her behind. For her part Vicky was laying on the bed
stoicly letting Stacy finish. This tactic would end her ordeal
quicker, but I was making mental notes for latter discipline. I didn't
want her to be a board. I wanted her to respond. After a while of
using Stacy I became bored, I pulled my cock out of her cunt and began
rubbing it up and down in the crack between her cheeks. In effect I
was menacing her ass. I pushed the head into her asshole, it popped
in, she moaned, groaned loudly into her friends crotch. "You are such
a horny slut! Aren't you cunt?" She paused briefly in between her
slurps, managed to croak out a "Yes Darling."

Vicky still was covering her face with her forearm, in a feeble effort
to blot out reality. I called out to her. "Hey whore! Is she any good
at eating you?" She answered in a way contrived to spare her friend
any trouble. "She's doing fine darling." Her effort to spare her
friend emperiled herself instead. "It doesn't look like she getting to
you. Are you sure she's doing ok?" All the while I was slowly entering
Stacy's ass, I didn't want this to ever end. At that Vicky moved her
arms from her face and grabbed onto the headboard. Her makeup was
ruined, her mascara had run all over her face, making her look like a
racoon. She began to mimic, though poorly, arousal on her friends
toungue. By now I was alternating between Stacy's cunt and ass. I
would spend a few minutes, a few strokes in her ass, then pull out and
do the same in her front. Not very hygenic, but I didn't mind, she
would clean me up latter. The defeated expression on Vicky's face was
exciting me beyond description, beyond my ability to contain myself
any longer. Owning these women there was no need, I relaxed completely
and let myself come into Stacy. As luck would have it I just so
happened to be in her pussy. After I had come down from my climax,
Stacy knew what to do, all I had to do was to gently push her into
motion. I turned her around till her mouth was able to engulf my
softened cock. This brought  the women into a near sisty-nine
position. Vicky put up a bit of a fuss, but I soon had the women
slurping away at each others crotch. This was a moment that deserved
to0 be imortalized properly. I left them to their own devices for a
few minutes to retrieve a high quality 35mm film camera. Say what you
want about them, in relation to digital cameras, but if you want great
color seperation you still can't beat film. Soon I had returned to
find them, their faces still buried in each others crotches. They had
continued to enjoy each other while I was gone.

       I began snapping away, they were surprised at first but I urged
them on to greater efforts, coaxing a more convincing performance out
of them for each picture. I used up several rolls of film. The
majority turned out great. Most revealed the horror and shock on their
faces, expecially on Vicky's as she was not used to my ways and her
new life yet. Some of the pictures were however remarkably convincing
and indeed erotic even. Suitable for framing, perhaps even for posting
on the web, in some amateur newsgroup. There was no point in letting
them continue for very much longer. I had what I wanted, I had made
them perform with each other, they were both humiliated, fucked and
licked clean, and I had the pictures of the episode that I wanted. As
they were about to leave I noticed that Whore had forgotten her purse
behind on the bed. To be truthful, in all the excitment I too had
forgoten it. I called ou to them, and tossed it into cunts hands.
"Help her put this on for me would you?" She removed the ring gag fro
the cluthc purse and strugled with her friend for a bit till she
calmed her down enough to fastten it about her head. Her mouth was
held open by the round tempered steel ring. her lips were help apart
and formed a perfect O for my disk to enter. I held her on her knees
before me by her platimum hair. I fed myself into her mouth, my cock
dripping with the residue of cunts orifices. I handed the camera to
cunt and as I slowly entered her mouth for the first time the flashes
of the camera going off distracted me. Cunt had begun to snap some
pictures. They did not turn out very well her hands were trembling too
much and the images were all blurry and shaky. Having cum several
times in the last few hours I was in no condition to pop again in
whore's mouth. Too bad really, but I could always save that for
latter. I had all the time in the world for her.


       They had both been remarkably well behaved. Being raped in
front of another woman seemed to make them both more submissive and
compliant. A surprising bonus that would make my task, of breaking
them an easier one. I supervised their cleanup myself this time. They
removed the humiliating lingerie that I compelled them to don, and
returned them to their respective boxes. I watched them shower and
clean themselves and each other up. Watching them use the soapy dildo
to clean each other made me wish that I still had my camera with me.
Those would have been hot pictures. After their shower they stood
before me as if for inspection waiting tfor further instructions. For
a moment I was struck dumb by their beauty and my good fortune. Vicky
was basically asleep on her feet, she was swaying gently back and
forth before me.


      I walked over to Vicky, and placed the iron collar around her
neck and fastened it seccurly. I next moved to the door of the wall
cell, and opened it for them. "Ok bitches in you go." Stacy complied
first, falling down to her hands and knees and crawling into the hole
in the wall. I gestured for Vicky to follow her in. She fell to her
hands and knees  and followed her friend into her new home. After they
were both tucked in. I bend down to examine them. The wall cell was so
tight that it really was unsuitable for two. Their naked bodies were
pressed up against each other. No matter how they were to move they
would be touching one another in some manner. Satisfied with their
plight I swung the door closed on them, and sealed them in securely
for the time being. I would have to see about expanding their
quarters. I'm not an overly cruel man. Prison over crowding is a major
source of discontent among convicts. I had planned on imposing a
lifelong sentence on these two. As such they would need a more humane
environment. More humane, though not a country club. At least not the
underground portion. 


       Keeping two women in captivity was going to naturally be twice
the work. Some of this work I had decided to offload on the women
themselves. In particular their meal preparation. Based upon their
weight and the physical demands I placed upon them, I calculated the
caloric intake that they would need to keep them alive. I decided to
come up with a method that they could prepare their own meals. Denying
them the needed food would also povide me with another angle to make
them do what I wanted. I ordered a rolling cart built that had some
drawers built into it, that I then placed some non-perishable food
items in. Built into this little cart I had a small refrigerator
installed as well. So that the fruit and other items that I allowed on
their diet would not spoil. Each week I loaded up what would hold them
for only five days. Their good deeds would have to earn them the
remaining two days worth of food. Elsewise they would go hungry. 

       I didn't place either of the women in charge of rationing the
supply. I decided to let anarchy reign supreme. That way if one turned
out to be more bossy than the other, she could dominate the other and
hog up more calories than the other. I thought that this would provide
an excellent chance to make their captivity even more hellish. If they
did start to compete for food, then they would start to hate one
another. How awful it would be for them to have to perform sexaully
with each other, hating each other so much. Additionally they would
have to lay beside each other each night, constantly in contact with
the other. Or they could cooperate, but if they did start to cooperate
I would reduce the caloric intake till I did get them to compete
fiercely with each other. An interesting experimment in justice and
their mentality in captivity. Also it removed a tremendous amount of
work from my hands. I no longer had to prepare any of their meals,
except of course if they were good enough to earn their extra two days
worth of rations. I would have to be careful, I wouldn't want the poor
dears to starve, not to death anyway. Who would I play with then?


       Meanwhile back in the real world the police had discovered
Vicky's abandonned car. Harv had traveled to the scene at the
invitation of the local police and was on the tube announcing the
discovery. But other than that he was being very tight lipped. They
did not show any pictures of the car in the report. I would call him
later to pump him for some info. I suspected that the reason that they
did not show the car was because they wanted to conceal from the women
that the car did not burn completely. Consequently he did not make
mention of any of the incriminating articles that I had left to be
found in the car. I considered this an extremely promising
development. After all the only reason that I could think of was that
they believed the scene to be genuine. I suppose that If they really
tore into the car they would find that the underside of the car has
strange scratch marks on it fron the chains that held it down to the
flat deck of the truck. They might even find tire tracks from the tow
truck and put it together. I would find out from Harv, when he got
back. 


       I had the girls rise earlier in the day and shower together and
do their exercises together. When they reached the dressing room, they
found the cart with the built in fridge. I explained the rules of
their feeding to them. They looked a little disturbed by the idea but
they appreciated the chance to make some decisions about their fate.
They tucked into a meal as soom as I had finished explaining the rules
of the game to them. They ate well, a little too well, and by the end
of the week I was sure they would be out of food with days remaining.


       The next day began around noon for me. I set about preparing
the bedroom chamber for the girls. I had instructed them that I wanted
them to be ready for 1:30 pm. They were too. I had dressed them rather
conventionally this time. Cunt was wearing black, and Whore was
wearing white. They had matching garter belt, and stocking ensembles
on, I had liked the effect of their feathered slippers from the
previous day, and  had them wear them again. The heels were not quite
as high as I liked them. But no matter they would spend most of today
on their knees anyway so it didn't really matter all than much. So
that their breast were available and somewhat contained, I had them
wear bras that were cut to an underwire again. Always a favorite of
mine. I insisted as always that their hair and makeup were perfect,
and in the case of their makeup heavily applied.

	 They passed throught the curtain, cunt was holding whores
hand no doubt to support her and give her strength. I had placed large
comfy pillows on the floor for them to sit on and directed them to do
so. They sat down together, their long supple legs folded delicatly
and demurely beneath themselves. After they had settled they looked up
at me sitting on the bed with expectation and dread filling their
eyes. They looked terrific sitting their ready and more or less
willing to do my bidding, my excitement level was at its peak with
anticipation. 

	 I was sitting on the bed considering them. With us I had
setup my video equipment, the tape was rolling even before they
entered the room, and I also had my still camera. On the bed beside me
I had a towel, covering a few items of fun for later.


	With my best cheery voice I asked them.."How are you two
bitches doing?" They both murmered that they were fine, of course they
managed to add Darling to the end of the statement. "Were you comfy
last night? Did you sleep well?" I knew full well that neither of them
were comfy or slept well but they both answered "Yes Darling." anyway.
Vicky answered just as cheerfully as Stacy, though not as quickly,
teaching Vicky was easier and was going quite quickly and smoothly
with Stacy's help. 


       "Today we are going to play a game, a new game that I'm quite
sure that neither of you have ever played before." I really had their
attention now. "The game is called 'Lady and the Tramp', and the
object of the game is to be declared the Tramp. Unlike in the real
world where the object is to be declared the Lady. Well, in most
cases, but not in your life eh cunt?" At the mention of her name she
responded "Yes darling" "Yeah you were a real slut weren't you,
offering your cunt up to that old fucker just to put a roof over your
head. But then you fucked up such a sweet deal with that limp disk
Jason. So this may not be much of a challenge for you after all." 


       "Anyway, you both remember the movie don't you?" They both gave
me a blank look. "The movie, the cartoon, Lady and the Tramp!" At that
I saw recognition in their eyes. "Yes now you remember very touching
scene where they are eating spaghetti, and they meet in a kiss." Stacy
was nodding, remembering the touching cinematic moment. "You won't be
eating spagetti though, you'll be eating this."  With that I reached
beneath the towel and revealed a large two headed dildo. I had it
fashioned after my own member, it included all the gnarly veins and
ridges and was quite lifelike, even in its coloring. It was however
not a single continuous dildo. It was joind in the middle by a spring
joint, so that it could bend into interesting angles. To reach those
hard to reach spaces. "This is a competition, I will be judging you on
technique, as well as amount you manage to stuff into your mouths. In
case of some scoring dispute, the event will be videotaped." I
motioned to the camera sitting on its tripod. "I also want to record
it for posterity as well." I let the information sink into their
psyches for a moment. "Remember this is a competition, their are
prizes for winning, as well as punishments for loosing." At the
mention of punishments Vicki began to tremble slightly. I continued
with the rules of the game. "The winner gets to fuck me, first. The
looser gets to be fucked by something else." Stacy knew what I meant
by that, I could see her swallow hard at the allusion to the dogs, and
steel herself for the upcomming competition her determination to win
rising within her. Vicki her eyes were wide and searching looking I
imagined she was looking about for what I would make her fuck. "Cunt,
why don't you tell her what I am talking about." Stacy turned to her
friend, she coudn't look her in the eye but she  began to speak
anyway. "He's got some dogs.." "I don't just have some dogs, I've got
two big mastiffs. They've got dicks bigger than mine and I'm going to
arrange it so that they'll ride you for hours." As I continued my
enthusiastic speech I watched as disbelief and shock were replaced
with understanding, and acceptance on Stacy's face. Vicki all but
collapsed in shock, being the novice, and a lesbian she no doubt felt
herself sure to loose. I ignored their reaction and continued. "If you
loose the dog that you'll fuck will not come till I let it happen.
Before you get your dog treat I'll have you use your hands or your
mouth on the dog, then I'll have you put a condom on the dog. Because
he's so much bigger than a man we will need something to hold the
condom on. So I'll have you wrap a thick rubber band around and around
the base of his dick. Poor dog, he will stay hard till I let you
remove the rubber band." I paused for a breath. "After the dog is
exhausted, I'll let you remove the rubber band so my dog can cum into
the condom. If your good to my dog, and give him a good fuck then I
won't make you eat his cum. If I don't think that you acted like you
liked it enough I'll give you a second try at pleasing my dogs. You
can fuck the second one too." After speaking for such a long time my
mouth was dry, I took a long drink from a cup of tea that I had with
me. The women were devastated by the punishment for failure that I had
dreamed up. "Cunt here knows that I can make her do anything I want,
by finding things for her to do that are so disgusting that she would
rather be my slut. I hope for your sake that it is a lesson that you
learn quickly, or you may spend a great deal of time being punished.
Not that I'll mind. It can only calm the dogs down, and make them
happy and contented. Of course it will be a little bit of a chore to
strap the loser down for the session with the dogs, but again I won't
be doing it. I'll get the winner of the contest to truss up the loser.
That is unless the winner wants to join the loser too."

       I really wasn't interested in having either one of them get
fucked by the dogs. They belonged to me after all, I had gone to a lot
of trouble and risk to acquire them. They were beautiful, and I wasn't
about to waste them on a couple of stupid dogs. I had better plans for
them. Most of my plans revolved around the head of my cock. It was
neccessary to find something that I could scare them with. I mean
really scare them with. Like George Orwell did in his epic 1984. You
find the one thing that terrifies your victim, in the novels case it
was the notion of a rat gnawing at the protagonists face. In the case
of the women it would be the prospect of being reduced to satify the
dogs for as long as I wanted them to. Besides once I actualy did let
the dogs have them I could not use the threat on them anymore. Its
meaning would have exaporated, one day no doubt they would indeed slip
up and I would compel them to couple with the dogs. But that would be
far off in the future, once they could no longer amuse me. One day in
the far off future they would have lost their charm. They would be
older and worn out. I could find better prospects on the street. 

By now I had finished my tea and was almost ready to play. "I know you
two are always planning something. I know you two are thinking that
both of you can overpower me and escape. But you can't. You won't
overpower me. And if in the unlikely event that you do I intend on
taking precautions." With that statement still in the air I left the
chamber and retrieved the dogs that I had left waiting in the basement
of the farmhouse. I walked back into the dungeon bedroom with them,
and held them away frok the women. "Now then sluts, if you two ever
try to take me on. This is what I will do." I addressed the dogs,
"PROTECT" as I uttered the command the dogs lunged at the women,
barking noisily. By now the women had cowered into the corner of the
room abandoning the pillows, and sought comfort in each others arms.
They had started screaming again clearly terrified of the dogs, and
what I would do with the dogs. The dogs were clearly viscious when it
came to a runaway blanket. I expect that they would be just as
viscious when it came to the sluts. "ALERT" The dogs stopped barking,
I hauled them into the corner of the room and secured them to the wall
to a breakaway ring that I had fastened there. If I needed them I
could call out 'PROTECT' and the dogs would breakaway to attack the
women. But they would be kept out of the way, still operating as a
reminder to the women to behave. I went over to the sluts and moved
them back to the pillows. It was time for the competition to begin. I
tossed the dildo to whore, she caught it and held the alien object
awkwardly in her hands. "Time for some practise whore. Look into the
camera, introduce yourself and show me what you can do." She looked
into the camera, she was scared and nervous, but she began. "My name's
wh.. whore..." She began to felate the dildo. I watched through the
viewfinder of the camera. I had zoomed close into her face and watched
as her ruby lips slipped over the head of the dildo. She took as much
of it in as she could. she got about three quarters of the dildo into
her mouth, then withdrew it and began to bob her head up and down on
the dildo. She never did get more than three-quarters of the length
into her mouth. I was watching her closely. She had small tears
forming at the corners of her eyes, as she struggled to engulf the
fake penis. I watched her practise for several minutes till she had
demostrated a bit of rythm. When she looked up into the lens of the
camera I zoomed out an motioned to her to hand it to cunt. She did,
cunt being the practised slut that she is now took it from her looked
into the camera and began to speak. "My names cunt, and I'm going to
be the tramp and win for my owner." With her introduction speech
concluded she dove onto the dildo and began to slide herself up and
down on it. She was impaling her mouth on it further and further with
each plunge. It was all but effortless for her Soon her lips had taken
all of it in her and she was brushing the edges of the joining spring
with her lips which were being stretched around the wide base of the
dildo to the limit. Their performance had me incredibly jacked up, and
they hadn't even started in enmest yet.	With the preamble out of the
way I repositioned the camera to cath them both in profile. I wanted
to get a fair vantage point to record the event from. I had them
balancing the dildo between themselves, it was proped up between them
with only the head of each side resting on their respective lips. They
were waiting for the signal for me to start. I let them wait nervously
for nearly a full two minutes before I finally whispered 'go'. I had
hoped to catch one of them by surprise, but it was not to be. They had
both be waiting for me to give the command that they start, fearfull
of the consequences of failure. They both dove forward onto the dildo
racing to take as much in as quickly as possible trying to earn as
many early easy points as they could. Stacy won the point for first to
the middle, by default that meant she also earned the point for most
swallowed. Vicky was trying hard too and she had driven herself onto
it almost as far and as fast. Their joint actions each had the effect
of forcing part of the dildo into the others mouth as well. Together
they drove each other to further depths. Their hands had reached out
to each other grasping each others arms for balance and support.
Surprisingly they soon fell into a near cooperative rythym, with one
holding the dildo for the other, and presumably taking a break for a
moment while the other bobbed up and down on her portion. However, as
they continued further into the ordeal, they both realized that they
could only win throught the aquisition of style points, and their
actions became more frantic, and desperate to be convincing. Stacy was
moaning and carying on as though she were blowing me, she made sure
that her hair was brushed back to keep her face revealed for the video
camera. Vicky opened her eyes for the first time to watch. She saw her
friend carrying on, and began to emulate her. Soon they were both
straining to reach the middle again. Their actions forced the entire
length of the dildo into each others mouths. Their lips met in the
middle and they formed into a kiss. They were kissing each other while
their respective mouths were impaled on the choking dildo. Their
bodies and their bare breasts were pressed into one anothers. If it
were not for the bulges in their throats, pressing out of their cheeks
the scene would have been one of lesbian love, which of course it also
was. But after they pulled back the dildo became visible, until it
aqain dissapeared into their mouths, and they formed another kiss
around the dildo. It was a pornographic personification of the cartoon
feature Lady and the Tramp. Only in this case neither was a lady.
During one such kiss I caught the girls attention and had them turn to
face me. The spring joint acted as a hinge allowing them to turn and
face and my camera. It made a lovely picture. I let them keep at it
till they both felt that their respective 'man' reached his simulated
climax. They let the dildo, now covered with their saliva, fall to the
pillows, beneath their bodies. 

       "Well now sluts, I suppose that you are eager to find out who
won aren't you?" They both nodded toward me, Stacy mumbled her yes
darling first followed shortly by Vicky. I tossed a pair of handcuffs
to each of the women, and instructed them to fasten their wrist behind
their backs. I heard the handcuffs ratcheting closed around their
wrists. I rose walked to them and checked them to see that they were
in fact on securly. While I was inspecting their cuffs I snapped iron
collars on both of them. The iron collars were secured to each other
by a chain that was about 9 feet long so that they could maintain some
mobility.  I fastened the ring gag to Vicky. "I liked your enthusiam
Whore. And I'm going to give you a chance to earn some bonus points. I
wouldn't want to see you go to the dogs prematurely." The ring was
wedged behind her teeth by this time. Still she managed to sputter out
"thsnng yu Drlng."

      I sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for her to come over
to me. She crawled unsteadily the few feet to where I was sitting.
Having her arms cuffed behind her had several effects that I found
pleasing. First it would compell her to use only her mouth on my dick.
Secondly, it enhanced her posture, jutting her chest out for me to
play with, and made it difficult to maneouver. Thirdly, and perhaps
least important of all it enhanced my security. They did after all
outnumber me, I could not afford to be too careful.

       When she was within my reach I learned forward slightly and
grabbed hold of her chain, and tugged her toward me. She fell into my
widesread legs and hurridly crawled the rest of the way to me. She
quickly nestled herself between my legs sitting back on her heels for
some balance. Without further delay I took her head in my hands and
fed myself into her mouth. The feeling of the ring as it passed my
head and then trailed down the length of my shaft was exquisite. I
could feel her hot breath on my crotch as she began to gag at the
alien intrusion. I pulled her into me by her hair, I was trying to get
every bit of myself into her. I wanted her go get the entire length of
me into. I wanted her to have the total experience. I filled my hands
with her hair wrapping it around and around my fingers. Without
letting up the pressure I lay myself down on the bed. This left my
legs dangling down to the floor resting on either side of her body. I
could feel the hair stretching from her scalp, she screamed around my
cock, the rush of air passing from her widely pried open lips made a
plesant tingling sensation on my dick. I chuckled at her predicament.
"Tell her what she has to do cunt." My words startled Stacy from the
security of her trance like state. "Use your tongue on him
whore....Cooperate." After a few more tugs at her hair she relented. I
could feel her tongue begin to work its magic on the sensitve
underside of my dick. I could feel her forcing herself into contact
with me. I enjoyed her gagging and retching on the male intrution into
her. Power, the ultimate aphrodisiac, the power that was formerly
her's and now was mine, caused me to grow even deeper into her throat.
After a few more minutes of her efforts I had released my grip on her
hair and she was licking and slurping away on me, no doubt she was
desperate to end it quickly. "For a dyke your a natural whore. After
you finish there i'm going to take you again. But don't get worried
that I'm going to knock you up or anything, not this time anyway.
Where I'm going to fuck you you can't get pregnant." She gave a little
grunt and a sob around me as she realized what I meant, unable to
offer any other form of effective resistance whatsoever. I raised my
head up of the bed and propped it up with a pillow. I wanted to be
able to watch her as she forced herself into greater and greater
contact with me. Her face was pinched tightly. Her eyes were clamped
tightly closed unable to bear the sight of what I was making her do.
She could not close her ears to me though. "Cunt, get your mouth to
work on her asshole. I don't want it to be too painful for her. I want
her to enjoy her first assfucking from me. After all the more of my
cum that I dump into your ass the less I dump into your cunt. The
longer you will remain attractive to me and available to continue in
your present capacity as my newest fuck toy." I paused to savour the
feeling of her flickering tongue on me for a few moments. Stacy had
crawled the few feet that had seperated them. I watched as Stacy's
face dissappeared into the round globes of Vicki's ass. I felt Stacy
make contact with her friends puckered ass through Vicki's lurch into
my crotch. "The more you sluts slobber away the more lubrication there
will be so don't be shy." Vicki's ass was wiggling away from her
friends probing tongue, there was however not much wiggle room. Stacy
having her hands secured behind her back had a difficult time in
moving her friends bound arms from their defensive position shielding
her own rear. The weight of Stacy's own body helped her drive her
tongur into her friends ass. Eventualy the women settled into a
tolerable rythym that allowed them to complete the odious task that I
compelled upon them. Vicki's head was bobbing up and down on my length
faster now. The anguish that I so enjoyed moments ago was obscured by
her now platinum hair. She was a mop of hair pressed into my crotch. I
reached down to her, let my fingers tangle themselves in her coarse
locks and pressed myself deeply into her mouth. I came, but depite the
depth of my penetration, her jaw slackened around my cock. I brushed
her hair away to watch my cum slide out of her mouth and slide down
the length of my shaft. Soon it was pooling around the root of my
shaft spreading throught the pubic hair that I had forced her face to
nestle in. I rubbed her lips and face in the gooey mess. "Your manners
are very poor whore. I might feel slightly rejected if another slut
had failed to lick up all my cum."  My fingers held her whimpering
mouth in place around my softening cock. "But I don't feel hurt by
your lapse in manners whore. 'Cause I know you're gonna clean up your
mess right now." And she did too. I felt her head shifting in my lap
and she began to purse her lips around my shaft and clean up the
sticky drops from my hair. Stacy had not stopped probing her friends
ass with her tongue either. Vicki's ministrations soon had my erection
returning to menace her yet again. I rose from my position and pushed
her off me to the floor. She fell to the floor in a heap. She fell
hard unable to blunt the impact with her arms. I grabbed her by her
ankles, and dragged her into the position I wanted. I moved her as
thought she were a wheelbarrow, till her face was in Stacy crotch.
"You know how to eat a pussy, get started." She did too. She was
beyond resisting me now. I watched as her tongue flicked out throught
the opening in the ring gag, and played on the lips of her friends
vagina. I slapped her ass with my open palms. "Get your ass up high in
the air whore." She struggled to draw her knees up under her body. "I
promissed you an ass fucking whore." I kept slapping at her ass, as
hard as I could. Soon her ass was red. I could see hand prints in the
color that I was imparting. "If you want me to fuck your butt you'd
better get it high in the air whore." Soon she had maneuvered her
bottom as high as she could. I grabbed her ass checks in my hands and
squeezed her cheeks tightly. Beating her ass had caused my erection to
recover fully. I drove my thumbs into her puckered asshole and pried
her trembling opening apart to view her. The opening was predictably
tiny. I couldn't see how I could make myself fit into her. But that
really was her problem, not mine. I pressed myself into her rear.
Before I had made much progrees in entering her an involuntary high
pitched squeel erupted from her mouth, interupting her oral efforts on
her friends crack. It was music to my ears, and I reveled in my
ability to make her make this sound. In seconds I could care less that
she had abandoned eating her friend out. I was swept up in the sadism
of the moment. Her squeels, and my power combined to drive me wild
with lust. I had hoped that my earlier orgasm would have allowed me to
plunder her for a longer time. But it was not to be. I soon painted
her bowels with the first of what I hoped would be many deposits of my
cum.

      After hours of being steeped in sex I was exhausted and due to
sleep soundly. I dragged them both to a kneeling position before me,
my penis was closer to Stacy's face and she set about using her mouth
on me to clean me up. "Don't worry cunt, you missed out this time, but
next time I'll make sure you get all the cock you could want." Without
removing me from her mouth she mumbled her thank you's. 

       "I suppose you are eager for the result of the event. Because
of the bonus points that whore earned I am declaring the competition a
tie." The shoulders of both of the women slumped with relief. "The
next few days are going to be a part of the tie-breaker. I expect you
to both be on your best behaviour. Unless you want to make me cross
with you." I pulled them back through the make-up room back to the
shower room. This time I did not let them remove their humiliating
lingerie. This time they would sleep together in their attire. I left
them chained up on the floor while I retrieved the dildo from the
bedroom chamber. I inserted it into cunts vagina and had her crawl
back into the hole in the wall head first. I left her there laying on
her back. I removed whores gag from her mouth, but I left it on her
body adorning it like a vulgar necklace around her throat. I had her
crawl in feet first and lay on top of Stacy in a 69 position for the
night. I left them like that, their collars chained to each other by
the nine foot chain. Their hands trapped behind their back, and their
faces placed near each others crotch. For Vicky, the lesbian she would
be presented with a dick, albeit an artificial one, to suckle on for
the night. And for Stacy, the cunt, she had another womans cunt all
her own to explore and practice her tecnique on. I connected the
current to the collars, and closed the door to their wall chamber and
left them there like that. 

	 Once back in my study I turned on the cameras to watch them
struggling to get comfortable for the night. It was not easy, and I
could see that whores hands were beginging to swell up a little from
the painfull pinching of her cuffs. I flippped a switch and gave them
both a painfull blast of the juice. I could hear them yelp and saw
them jump about excitedly throught the monitor, desperate to avoid the
current. "I expect you sluts to use your mouths for something more
productive than screaming. Get started now please" And they did too!
What choice did they have. 

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