Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves [4]
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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                           Part Four

    It was midnight. Jack moved like a shadow across the road and
into the garden alongside the barmaids home. He stopped, his eyes
glancing from side to side. He waited as minutes passed. Nothing.
He slunk along the wall and probed at windows, then slid to his
knees by a basement window.

   It pushed open easily. He took out his knife and cut the screen
free, then slid through the window and fell lightly to the floor,
landing in a crouch. He didn't move, looking around with the night
vision infra-red glasses. Nobody was here.

   He eased the window closed and crept up the stairs, stopping at
the top to listen. Again there was nothing. The door eased open a
crack and he looked through. Nothing. He moved through the small
kitchen and out into the living room/dining room. The girl wasn't
there.

   Upstairs then, he thought. He moved quietly up them and looked
around in the small, narrow hall. There were three doors, one of
which was open and showed the bathroom. The other two doors were
closed. One was on his right, the other on his left.

   The door on his left showed a small crack of light from beneath
the door. Not so on his left. He moved to the door on his left and
slowly turned the knob. It wasn't locked and the door opened
inward. He looked through into a small bedroom. There was a narrow
bed in the center of the room and a woman slept soundly in it.

   He closed the door and moved back to the other side of the hall,
where the door showed a light. Patience is a virtue, he told
himself. He went back downstairs and waited. An hour later, he
moved back to the door. The light was off. He eased it open and
went inside.

   The room was bright enough for his eyes, being lit from a
streetlight near the open window. The woman was asleep in her bed.
Jack moved next to the bed, taking out a small loop of rope from
his jacket. The barmaid slept on her side, with her hands within a
foot or so of each other.

   He slid the loop around one hand, then gently lifted the other
hand and brought it closer, looping the rope around it. Suddenly he
jerked the rope tight, shoving his hand over her mouth as he bound
her wrists together and pulled the rope up above her head, wrapping
it several times around the bedpost.

   "Now we can talk." He whispered, grinning at the wide eyed
woman. She struggled briefly, but realized she could do nothing and
settled down, her eyes still wide and fearful. She slept in the
nude, and the sheets had slid down over her breasts to her stomach
as she had struggled.

   He took a moment to appreciate their bountiful size and fleshy
roundness before his eyes slid down her smooth, white stomach to
the edge of the covers just below her belly button. He sat down on
the bed and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the window.
The girl stared at him, now and then jerking her hands against the
rope holding them in place.

   She looked to be around twenty or so, and had short, straight
brown hair, falling around her round face. Bangs fell just above
the eyes. Her nose was slightly too sharp, but her body, from what
he could see above the covers was lush and firm.

   "Now then. I want you to tell me everything you know about those
two missing girls."

   She stared up at him, unmoving. Jack slipped some bills out of
his jacket. They were hundred dollar bills, as the girl could
clearly see. He laid one down on her belly, then laid another next
to it, and a third next to that.

   "It can be very profitable for you to cooperate, my dear. Nobody
knows I'm here. Nobody will see me leave." He placed a fourth bill
on her chest, between her round breasts. He flicked a fifth under
her nose, then slid it teasingly back and forth across her right
nipple before placing it on her breast.

   "On the other hand... " He pulled a long, ugly looking knife
from his sleeve and held it up before her eyes. It was thin and
razor sharp. He slid the cold metal over her left nipple, not deep
enough to cut, then upended the knife, letting the tip stand
against her nipple.

   The weight of the knife pressed down on the tender little piece
of flesh, sticking the sharp point into her skin as she moaned
fearfully. "So you see, the most logical thing for you to do, is to
come clean for me. Tell me what I want to know, and we'll both be
better off for the experience."

   He held the knife just under her nose as he pulled his hand away
from her mouth. "Talk to me." he said.

   "I don't know anything." she whined.

   "That's not what I want to hear." he said, his voice a cold
hiss. He placed a bill over her left breast and another on her
forehead. "Don't be a foolish child." he advised her. "Tell me what
I want to know."

   "Money is not good to me if I'm dead." she gulped. "True. But
death is a far off possibility, unless off course..." he slid the
knife against her throat." you irritate me too much."  

   She swallowed nervously as her eyes tried to follow the knife.
"You won't hurt me." she said. "You're some kind of policeman."

   "I assure you I am not a policeman... Heidi." he said, catching
the name from the tag on her uniform blouse, which was hanging on
a bedpost. "I'm not even a German."

   "You don't frighten me." she said.

   "Don't I?"

   He pulled the edge of the blanket down, tossing it aside to
reveal her nudity completely. The knife slid along her flesh
between her breasts, sliding down to her crotch.

   "I have killed a large number of people, sweetheart." he said.
He slowly and carefully, began to shave the top of her  brown pubic
thatch. Heidi held still, fearing he would cut her badly if she
jerked aside. He scraped away at her cunt fur, getting closer and
closer to her slit.

   "I don't know anything!" she whined, her eyes following the
knife.

   "Try to remember something. I'm sure you have a very good
memory." He shaved lower. Now she had only a tiny line of hair
above her slit. Jack pulled her right leg wide and poked her left
thigh with the tip of the knife, forcing her to spread wide.

   "Wider." he said, very calmly. He poked her thigh again, and she
winced, pulling her leg apart even more, so the thigh tendons
stretched painfully. He began to shave alongside her slit with the
knife, humming softly.

   "Please." she gasped. "I know nothing."

   "Don't believe you." he said, distractedly.

   His fingers pushed down on her flesh, easing it aside as the
knife scraped continuously. He moved it over her cuntslit, pulling
at individual hairs. He began to pull the hairs up, then cut them
one by one. "Come now, my dear. Think of something." he said,
cutting another long hair.

   "When I run out of hair, I'm going to have to start on skin." he
said, cutting another few hairs. She only had a few left. Then they
were gone and her cunt was almost entirely bare. Only stubble
remained. He slid the tip of the knife against her cunt slit and
lightly moved it up and down between her pussy lips.

   "I'm losing my patience he said, sliding the sharp edged knife
just inside her pussy.

   "I... I may have seen them." she gasped.

   "Uh hummmm." he said, sliding his fingers into her slit and
spreading her cunt lips. He searched upward and found her clitty,
then pulled on it, sliding the edge of the knife against it.

   "Now the thing about this is," he said. "That many countries,
such as those in Africa and the Middle-east, perform clitorectomies
on females so they can't become sluts. It won't kill you, but it
will make any further sex for you rather unenjoyable." He slid the
knife against her stretched clitty and her eyes bugged out in
terror.

   "Don't! Don't! I'll tell you!"

   "Excellent." he gazed up at her expectantly.

   "Please, take it away." she whispered.

   "Well, for now." he pulled the knife away and let go of her
clit.

   "I... I saw them that day."

   "In your Cafe?" She nodded.

   "What were they doing in there?"

   "They came in for a drink."

   "And who were they with?"

   "They came in alone. They... they met a woman there."

   "Who was she?"

   "I don't know."

   He tsked and shook his head, reaching between her pussy lips for
her clit again. His fingers isolated it and pulled up on it as she
hissed with fear. "Please! I don't know who she is!"

   "Then why wouldn't you tell the police? Why would you be afraid
of telling me? You know a lot my sweet and I'm going to get it from
you one way or another." He slid the sharp knife against her clitty
and she whimpered in fear.

   "It was the Countess Schimmler!"

   "I see. And who is the Countess Schimmler?"

   "She... she lives in the castle north of town. She owns much of
Rohlburghe."

   "What does she do up there?"

   "We don't know, but she has many many visitors. They are
powerful men with bodyguards. People don't talk about them. If they
do, they get fired and evicted. They have to leave town. If they
cause trouble, they disappear."

   "To where?"

   "Nobody knows. They just disappear."

   "I see."

   "So nobody knows what she does up there, yet everyone is afraid
of her?"

   "Sometimes... sometimes we hear things, if we are near the
castle and the wind is right."

   "What things?"

   "Screaming, terrible screaming."

   "Why don't the police do anything?"

   "About what? Anyway, the police are all owned by the Countess.
The Chief is one of her most frequent visitors."

   Jack had been unconsciously rubbing his fingers together against
her clit as she spoke. Neither of them had really noticed, she
because of her fear and he because he was listening intently to her
story with one ear and listening for any sound of approaching
danger with the other.

   He noticed just then what he was doing, and noticed also that
his fingers were wet, not from any blood he'd drawn, but with a
silky, oily wetness that came from only one place. He said nothing,
continuing to rub her clitty as she lay spread out before him.

   "What does this Countess look like?"

   "She is very tall. Very strong." She gasped. "She has very short
blonde hair, though it is not her true color."

   "How long has she lived here?"

   "Several years ago she came here and purchased the castle from
the Baron de Sovnen."

   "And she's been getting these... visits since then?"

   "At first there were only craftsmen. She brought them from
outside the town and they would speak to nobody. Then the visitors
started coming. It is dangerous to speak of them."

   "Where did these craftsmen come from?"

   "From Stuttgartde."

   "What company?"

   "I do not know."

   "And they said nothing about what they did there?" He rubbed a
little harder on her clitty and Heidi sighed inaudibly. "Noo. They
would not talk with us at all."

   "Does the Countess have guards at her castle?"

   "Yessss." Heidi gulped, spreading her legs slightly wider. "She
has many guards. They have... they have machine-guns." she gasped.

   Jack slid a finger teasingly against her slit and eased the tip
in between them, then slid it slowly up an down between her wet
pussy lips as he continued to manipulate her clitty.

   "How many people are at the castle now?" "I... I don't uhhhh...
knoooowww." she moaned.

   "Have you heard of any other girls disappearing around here?" He
pushed his fingertip into her cunt-tube proper, sliding it in to
the first joint, then the second. "A... a... few." she whined.

   "Often?"

   "Nooooooo."

   "Who were they? Local?"

   "Nooooo. Always... always foreigners."

   "How many?"

   "I... I don't... maybe five or six."

   "Young, old, rich?"

   "Young, very young, teenagers, always very very pretty ones."

   "I see." His finger was deep into her cunt-hole, buried to the
knuckle. Her insides were hot and slick, tugging at his finger as
he slowly eased it in and out. He pushed another finger in beside
the first, hooking them upwards and sliding them back and forth so
they rubbed against the bottom of her clit.

   Her breath was short and ragged as her eyes shifted from his
face to her groin. Jack slid his other hand up her belly to her
left breast, letting it lie atop the round swelling meat, feeling
it rise and fall, feeling her sharp, pointed nipple press into his
palm, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

   He pushed a third finger into her cunt, stretching her pussy
lips wide as he pumped them slowly in and out.

   "Do you like that, Heidi?" he asked, as if the question was
merely a continuation of the interrogation.

   "Yessss." she sighed.

   "You're very wet." She blushed redly.

   He reached for his pants and quickly unsnapped them, pulling his
zipper down and taking out his cock, which had become hot and
erect. She looked at it wide eyed, her mouth open as air rushed in
and out of her chest.

   He lay down, then rolled atop her. She didn't move. Her legs
stayed stretched wide apart as if the point of the knife still dug
into her thighs. His weight came down on her and she grunted
slightly, her eyes staring into his were both frightened and
excited.

   He reached down for his cock and placed the tip against her
slit, rubbing it up and down between her pussy lips, then he
centered it and pushed it into her, letting himself sink down into
her belly slowly, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in her fuck
tunnel.

   "You like that, Heidi?" he gasped.

   "Yessssss... Ohhhh Yessss!" she whimpered.

   He kissed her, his lips pressing fully against hers, pressing
her head back into the pillow with their force. Her mouth opened
and his tongue shot inside as his hands seized her breasts and
began to fondle the malleable flesh.

   He let his cock stay buried deep in her belly and began to grind
himself against her, pressing his groin into her splayed crotch and
moving his ass in slow circles as their tongues slithered together.
She strained against the rope holding her wrists, but Jack knew
instinctively that she didn't want to be released.

   He began to pump against her then, staying deep inside her cunt-
pipe as he rutted against her in short sharp humping motions as she
moaned beneath him. His hands slid beneath her and gripped her
fleshy ass cheeks, jerking her up against his short thrusts.

   "Yessss... yessssss!" she sighed.

   Then he propped himself up on his elbows and began to thrust in
earnest, using the full length of his shaft as he fucked against
her with long firm strokes. His oiled cock slid in and out of her
straining pussy lips as Heidi sighed and moaned, pulling repeatedly
at the rope holding her wrists.

   He felt her cunt burning with sexual passion, felt her body
shaking and trembling beneath him as she approached orgasm. He
hammered his cock down into her tight rubbery fuck-chute, slamming
his pubic bone against her crotch as he rutted her.

   She threw her head back and strained hard against the ropes,
which dug painfully hard into her wrists. She jerked her ass up
against him, wanting his cock deep inside her as she flew into her
climax. Her body trembled and shook and her head thudded back
against the pillow repeatedly.

   Jack felt the cum being sucked right out of his cock, like a
voracious vacuum on a straw it bubbled out of his balls, down his
long cockshaft and spewed out into the pit of her fuck-box, foaming
and bubbling with hot salty seeds.

    Mandy had progressed faster than Devon. Her mind, less strong,
less confident, less intelligent for that matter, was easy prey for
Freda and her colleagues. Now she stood against the wall, shivering
slightly in anticipation as the customers looked over the girls.

   She wore the same studded leather collar around her neck. The
collar was thick and big, making it difficult to look down. She
wore similar bracelets and anklets, each of which was studded and
locked by a small key, and each of which had a small, strong ring
of steel so they could be easily fastened and tied.

   She wore a bright green G-string that barely covered her shaved
slit. Her large round breasts were nude so they could be better
appreciated. In addition to the rings on her collar, anklets and
bracelets, she had three others.

   At her final session the previous day, she had been fitted with
rings through her pussy lips and nipple. She herself had cupped
each round breast, squeezing it out to make the meat balloon and
swell, and her nipple stick out.

   Freda had seized each nipple tip with a pair of pliers,
squeezing the metal down hard to produce an agonizing burning pain
in the shivering brunette. Then she had slowly stuck the thin
needle through the end of the nipple, piercing it.

   Small gold rings were placed in the holes to protect from
infection. They were only for when she was alone however. Now that
she was on display they had been replaced by large silver rings,
each more than an inch wide.

   Her body had screamed in pain and pleasure when Freda had
stabbed the needle through her nipple. When she'd done it to her
second nipple Amber had cum with a trembling, shaking fury. She had
cum again as the needle was pushed through her pussy lips.

   She stood straight, her chest pushed out and her legs slightly
apart. A wide welcome smile was on her full red lips, and her eyes
were wide and friendly. Her long brown hair showered about her
shoulder like silk, framing her pretty face.

   There were a dozen other girls standing around waiting the three
men's choice. All were lovely. All had the same smiles and welcome
eyes. All would do anything, absolutely anything that was ordered.
Most were high school girls, some barely into their teens. One was
a young lawyer of twenty-nine, her arrogance crushed with her
spirit.

   Not all of the girls were clad as Amber was. Some wore
shimmering, translucent silk. Some sore tight, binding teddies and
corsets. Some were in leather.

   One girl was almost encased in leather. She wore thigh high
leather boots with long heels, elbow length leather gloves, leather
G-string and halter. The halter had two thin round holes so her
breasts stuck straight out in bulging round fleshy sacks. Her
entire head was covered in tight leather, leaving only her eyes
visible through small slits. There was a zipper where her mouth
would be, but it was zipped closed.

   One of the men pointed to Amber and her smile lengthened. She
walked over to him, looking up with longing into his stern blue
eyes. He was tall and thin, with thinning grey hair and a tight,
pinched mouth. She knew he wanted to hurt her and fought to keep
from squeezing her thighs together.

   "Come." he said, his accent thick. He turned his back on her and
strode out of the room. Amber quickly followed, hurrying along in
his wake, eyes demurely downcast. They moved down a wide hall to an
open door and went inside. The room was wide and equipped with many
things, not excluding a big brass bed.

   He pushed the thickly padded door closed and turned to gaze
angrily at her.

   "Sit there." he said, pointing to a low bench. She quickly did
as he ordered, keeping her legs apart as she'd been instructed.

   "Lie back and abuse yourself." She was caught a little at first,
but then realized he wanted her to masturbate. She smiled happily.
She could do that!

   She began to fondle her breasts, doing it as she'd been shown,
so he could see as much of her tit meat as possible. One of her
hands slid up and down her belly and then into her crotch, which
she cupped and rubbed.

   Slowly she began to dip her finger in and out of her cunt,
rubbing at her clitty. Her finger pushed deeper, and was joined by
a second, then a third. She continued to play with her breasts,
twisting the nipples, squeezing the rubbery flesh, pressing her
fingers deep into the titties.

   She arched her back and moaned realistically. Beginning to feel
her arousal in reality. Her fingers rubbed quickly, the heat in her
pussy burning higher and higher with each passing second.

   "Stop." he said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and pulled her
hands away. She was panting heavily.

   "Come here."

   She walked over to where he stood in the center of the room.
There were chains hanging from pulleys above them. They were set up
so that a girl could be hung in any number of ways.

   The man fastened one to each of her leather bracelets than
pushed the buttons that worked the pulleys. Amber's arms were
pulled up and apart until she stood on her tiptoes. Then she was
lifted free of the floor altogether, hanging by her wrists a foot
above the stone.

   He stood in front of her, still taller than her despite her
elevated height. His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, then
his fingers squeezed brutally tight, twisting the sensitive flesh
cruelly. She whined and shook, her tits flaring with agony. Her
cunt burned anew with the pain.

   He let go and moved against the wall, where an assortment of
articles hung. He pulled down a long bull whip, then reconsidered
and placed it back on it's peg. Instead he pulled down a cat o'
nine tails and a thin cane.

   He walked over to Amber, who trembled fearfully. He moved behind
her, setting down the cat and hefting the cane. He slashed it
through the air a couple of times, hearing the satisfying hiss as
it cut the air.

   He gazed down at the girl's lovely rounded buttocks and smiled
cruelly. They would not be so smooth and white when he was
finished. His name was Gunther. He was in his late sixties, but
still strong, and still full of hate for Americans.

   In his twenties, he had been in the SS, and had never recovered
from the humiliation of Germany's surrender to the degenerate
Americans. He hated them more than he hated anything, except jews
of course. He hated jews more than even Americans.

   The countess had been kind enough to provide him with several
young Israeli girls, each of whom he had brutally tortured and
raped to death.

   It was an expensive hobby, but one which kept him occupied and
happy. Right now, he was waiting for another jew. The Countess
promised one was en route and would arrive in a few days. Until
then, he would have his pleasure with this sluttish American girl.

   He brought the cane cracking down against Amber's buttocks,
sending her lower body jerking forward as she screamed in pain. An
angry red line appeared across her twin cheeks. Gunther gazed at it
in satisfaction. The cane lashed out again, and again and again,
each time producing a howling shriek of agony from the girl and a
nasty red welt on her round fleshy buttocks.

   Each time he felt the cane smash into her sweet flesh, his cock
hardened more. Each scream raised the intensity of his pleasure. He
slammed the cane against he ass again, rocking her forward and
causing another agonized shriek to echo through the room.

   Gasping, he dropped the cane and moved against the girl. His
hand felt her ravaged buttocks, felt them almost pulsing with heat
and pain. He dropped his pants and brought his own red hot erection
up against her flesh, rubbing it against her cheeks.

   Then he centered the point against her anus and pushed hard,
forcing it through her tight sphincter and up into her asshole. She
whimpered and groaned, the burning pain of her ass cheeks dazing
her with it's intensity, yet still the pleasure was there, heady,
glorious, rising with each blow until now it was on the edge of a
precipice.

   The hard male cock stabbed up into her asshole and pushed her
over the edge. She grunted and moaned, her body dancing in it's
bonds as she rutted her ass back against Gunther. He cursed and
snarled, ramming his cock deep up her anus, his hands like steel
bands on her thighs, pulling them apart as he tore his cock in and
out of her rectum.

   Her asshole clamped around his cock, sucking and chewing on it
as the orgasm tore through her. He reamed her out, his cock a
brutal plough as it jammed in and out of her little anus, churning
her shit chute into a frothing bubbling stewpot.

   In less than a minute his cock sprayed out his white sperm,
spurting it up into the depths of her bowels as his cock pumped
repeatedly. He clung to her, his hands around her now, clutching
her fat tits in a death grip.

   He relaxed and pulled back, his cock softening. He gazed at the
half conscious girl hanging there and his lip curled into a sneer.
He reached across the cane, sitting on a table, and picked up the
cat, moving back slightly and raising it.