Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves[5] 
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
                          Part Five

    Devon gasped for breath as Franz finally pulled his long, fat
cock up out of her throat and let the head rest on her lips. She
sucked in great breathes of air, seeking to fill her lungs before
the meaty prick pushed forward again. Then he moved, pushing the
cockhead against the back of her mouth.

   It popped through and down into her throat, making the elastic
flesh bulge outward painfully as if she'd swallowed something too
big, which in fact she had. It slid down her food pipe until the
head actually passed out of her throat and into her upper chest,
cramping and aching there.

   She was on her knees, naked of course, as Franz stood above her,
his arms folded across his massive chest. Her wrists were bound
tight behind her and a tight leather band circled her chest just
below her tits, drawing her arms in tight against her sides.

   Two thick rubber bands, like elastics, circled her tits, cutting
the fleshy meat in half, making them bulge outward like mushrooms,
the skin taut and tight, the nipples pointing out sharply.

   Another band circled her waist, hanging low. From it descended
a leather strap, which came down between her legs, cinching up
tight between her pussy lips and fastening to the belt behind her.
The belt was pinching and squeezing her pussy lips harshly,
spreading them apart and crushing her tender flesh between them.

   Her guts cramped around to ten inch long, thick rubber dildos
stuffed into her cunt and rectum, and held up inside her by the
belt. The dildos were in two parts, the upper part of the dildo,
and the lower part. A number of tiny, but very powerful batteries
were in the base of each dildo and their energy caused the two
parts rotated in opposite direction.

   In addition the very tip of the dildos was metal, and the power
sparked through it into her body every few seconds, each time
setting off a tiny explosion of pain inside her tormented body.

   Franz pushed his cock down into her until his balls rested
against her jaw. He didn't need to hold her in place for Freda
stood behind her, her riding crop ready if the girl tried to avoid
the throat fucking or didn't work hard enough.

   Devon's back and buttocks already bore evidence of Freda's
impatience. Time was money, and her clients liked their playthings
obedient and submissive. She cracked the malleable rubber down
across Devon's ass again, making the girl moan around the cock
stuffing her throat and jerk forward, knocking her glasses askew on
Franz's belly.

   Freda had decided to keep the glasses for her. They added to her
intellectual look and would make her quite popular. She herself
found the girl adorable, and had used her tongue a dozen times in
the past several days.

   During that time Devon had not slept more than two hours at a
time. Her brain was foggy and confused, her actions slow and jerky,
and her thinking processes derailed without the aide of the drug.
She still was given some of it, but not much. It wasn't needed.

   She was making progress, and if it wasn't as fast as her little
friend, well, that was to be expected. She lashed her ass again
twice, the crop leaving angry red marks on the pretty little
buttocks. Devon began fucking her mouth and throat on Franz's cock
and Freda smiled in satisfaction.

   Many men liked to face fuck, and some preferred it if the female
did all the work. Devon's mouth, in fact her head, moved back and
forth, up and down, sliding her throat tube up and down around
Franz's penis. Her tongue writhed and wriggled around against the
portion of the cock in her mouth, and whipped at the end of the
prick whenever it popped free of her throat.

   Franz's eyes closed and he groaned low, his body began to shake
and he seized control of the girl's head, slamming his cock into
her to the hilt. He rapidly fucked her throat until finally slowing
down and sighing with pleasure.

   His cock pulled out of her mouth and hung semi-flaccid between
his legs as he looked apologetically at Freda. She frowned in
irritation and moved back, tossing the crop on a table. She picked
up a strap on dildo and pulled it into place, fastening it firmly
at her crotch, then she sat down on a small chair and beckoned the
girl over.

   Devon had finally learned that once on her knees she could not
rise without specific permission. She half fell, half rolled down
onto her belly on the floor and then wriggled like a snake across
the cold stone to reach the foot of Freda's chair.

   She kissed Freda's ankle, then began licking it.

   "Get up, dog." Devon whimpered and wobbled to her feet in front
of her.    Freda unsnapped the rubber band hanging from the belt
and pulled it free from between her raw, chafed cuntlips. Devon
whimpered in pain, but stood unmoving as Freda's fingers fished
around just inside her pussy and seized the end of the dildo,
sliding it out of her and placing it on a table beside her chair.

   Devon couldn't help a groan of relief as her cunt was finally
freed of the dildo, which had been up inside her for hours now.
Freda fisted her own rubber cock up and smiled.

   "Come and show me how you fuck me, dog."

   Devon sighed, blinked her eyes, swayed slightly, then walked
forward, pulling her legs apart to straddle Freda's chair.

   She squatted and tried to feel the tip of the rubber schlong
with her bare pussy lips. She bumped down a couple of times before
it centered on her hole, then she slowly slid down, engulfing it
with her sweating aching cunt-tube, letting it slide up inside her
belly until her buttocks rested on Freda's thighs.

   She rubbed her sore, unnaturally swollen breasts against Freda's
chest and face as the woman nipped and chewed at her flesh. She
achingly pushed herself upward, feeling the dry rubber pull at her
cunt as she tore herself free.

   She rose until the cock was just inside her, then slid downward
again, repeating this as Freda fondled her behind, sucked and bit
on her breasts and nipples and rubbed her hands over her buttocks.
Her eyes were dull slits behind her glasses, and mouth hung
slackly.

   The dildo up her ass started to slide out finally. Franz watched
with a smirk and when it was half out, he gripped it and started to
rapidly pump it in and out of Devon's sore, ruptured asshole. Devon
whimpered but continued to slowly pull herself up and down on
Freda's hard rubber cock.

   "Good dog." Freda said.

   She bent her back as Franz stuffed the dildo high in her anus
once again, and moved to another table. Devon almost lay on her
back, her feet hooked against the legs of the chair, and her cunt
still locked on Freda's dildo.

   Her body bowed back as her head hung down over Freda's knees.
Her round tit skin became even tighter around her meat. Freda
rubbed her hand over them, then took the needle from Franz. She
pinched one of the girl's nipples, pulling it up hard, then jabbed
the needle through it.

   Devon gasped and wept with pain as the needle pierced her nipple
and came out the other side. Franz knelt beside the chair, his fist
in her hair, holding her head down. Freda rubbed the needle back
and forth, as if fucking her nipple. Then she pulled it out and
took a gold ring from Franz, sliding it into the new hole.

   She pinched Devon's other nipple then, and stabbed the needle
through it. A second ring was placed on her body as Freda smiled
and rubbed her hands over them.

   "Now we look pretty. Don't we?" she smiled, pulling Devon
upright and hugging her against herself. She caressed Devon's hair
as the girl wept over her shoulder.

   "Now now. You must remember that you are here to serve." she
stressed the last word, as the recording had been doing for days
now. "You must be obedient." she said.

    Amber's eyes were half open slits as she hung from the chains
like a sack of meat. Gunther sniffed in anger and pulled his arm
down. The girl's back was already a bleeding mess.

   Still, he was dissatisfied. A professional, he knew that the
cuts were all very thin and shallow, and would stop bleeding within
minutes once he stopped. Within a few days there'd be no sign that
the girl was every whipped at all. He didn't like that. That was
why he preferred the big bull whip.

   It left deep, ugly scars that only surgery could correct, and
nobody would waste that kind of money on these sluts. It was too
bad that scarred whores were worth less, he thought. If he wanted
to use one up with the bull whip he had to purchase her, and he had
to conserve his funds for the jew-bitches.

   Still, he was pleased as well as angry. This slut was well
trained. It screamed nicely when he beat it, and then orgasmed,
leaving him with the feeling of true power and strength. He moved
around in front of her, contemplating her still unmarked front, and
those big, soft breasts.

   The girl didn't even look at him. Her eyes were unfocused and
glazed as she stared at nothing. Her flesh glistened wetly in the
reflected overhead light. He put down the cat for a moment, wanting
something harder than it's thin leather tendrils for those shining
mammaries.

   He pulled a special little ping pong paddle from the wall. The
paddle had been thickened. The rubber coatings had been removed and
the wood polished and lacquered until it shone. He smacked it
against his thigh as he approached her, then raised it and brought
it down flat against her right tit.

   The heavy wood cracked against the soft meat with a loud
smacking sound, crushing the melon and leaving it bouncing and
jiggling as he brought the thing back. The girl howled and jerked
in her chains, her legs dancing and flopping in vain as her tit
went red, then white, then red.

   He hit it again, and again, and again, and again, watching the
flesh bounce and jiggle and change colors, almost giggling with
delight. The girl screamed relentlessly, her body thrashing and
jerking insanely as he beat her tit.

   He stopped and then refocused his aim on her left tit. He waited
briefly, enjoying the sight of the two twin mammaries, one white,
the other red. Then he began again, working this one into a
blinding oozing mass of tortured nerves and aching, throbbing pain.

   During the midst of the beating, the girl came again, her
whinings becoming truly agonized as her eyes rolled back in her
head. She bent her head way back, either deliberately, or
unconsciously pushing her tits out at him as he slapped the paddle
down against them both.

   He dropped the paddle, lifting the girl's legs and stuffing his
cock inside her. She grunted and groaned and drooled on his chest
as his steel fingers dug into her ass cheeks and his cock slammed
repeatedly up her fuck-hole. He bit down hard on her throat, only
just barely restraining himself from biting hard enough to cause
real damage.

   His cock was being sucked and squeezed voraciously by her
spasming twitching pussy slit. He thrust into her repeatedly, his
cock sawing across her clit and sending her into yet another
orgasm. He held himself high in her belly as his sperm gushed up
into her.

   When she had drained him, he finally relaxed, pulling his cock
out of her and letting her legs fall again. He was tired now. He
glanced at his watch. Almost lunch time. He rolled a little cart
over next to the girl, then pulled wires from it, fastening one to
each of the rings piercing her body.

   He clipped her ankle bracelets to chains coming out of the
floor, holding them spread wide so the girl hung in an X shape.
Finally he turned on the machine and went into the bathroom to
shower. Even over the water he could hear her sudden screams and
shrieks as the high voltage electricity shot into her body.

   It was not a continuous stream, alternating a low, gentle buzz
with short, sharp, sudden stabbing jolts of much higher power.
Gunther finished the shower, dried himself and did his hair, then
dressed and went back into the room. The machine was on one of it's
low voltage swings.

   He paused and turned the dial all the way over, sending powerful
agonizing voltage shooting into her. She shrieked maniacally,
dancing and shaking and trembling and jerking continuously as she
was held in the grip of the terrible electric current.

   He watched for a while, then eased it back, letting the machine
take over. The girl slumped almost unconscious, but he knew she'd
wake fast when the next hard jolt hit her. He left the room and
went to lunch, anticipating the scallops, and wondering what wine
to order

    Jack studied the castle through the binoculars. It wasn't much
of a castle, really. It was built more for looks than with the idea
of holding off an army. Nevertheless, it was still able to produce
a challenge for a single man. He watched the guards patrolling the
walls and the front gate, which opened every hour or so for a car
to come in or out.

   There seemed to be several men by the gate when it opened and
they all had sub-machine guns slung at their shoulders. They all
looked depressingly alert as well. Still, he didn't have much
problem finding several weak points in the structure.

   It was built long before anyone had had the concept of a rocket
propelled scaling rope or ladder for one thing. Although the walls
were carefully patrolled, the towers to the south, being at least
a hundred feet of solid stone with no windows, apparently were
considered impregnable.

   He knew he could hit the ledge, or balcony way up near the top.
The problem would be the noise the thing made going off. Perhaps a
distraction. The car, the one with the terrible engine, the engine
that backfired explosively... whenever the proper button was
pushed, would be appropriate.

   Still, he needed to know more about the layout of this place.
He'd already placed the order for the blueprints. They would give
the basic layout. Whatever she'd done in there, he was willing to
bet she hadn't been able to change things much. This place was all
stone, and would have taken much longer to alter in any significant
manner than those workers had spent here.

   If the towers only let out onto the courtyard then they'd be
next to useless. If on the other hand they connected with the main
building, which he was willing to bet they did, then he should be
able to get in there without anyone knowing it. If Devon was
anywhere she was in there.

   Another limo pulled up and he focused the telephoto lens on it,
taking pictures of the driver, the man in the back, and the licence
plate. He'd gotten a dozen of them so far.

   That would be his fall back plan. Let the "company" check them
out and find out who they were. There was a good chance one of them
could be blackmailed into providing an intro for him. Then he'd be
able to drive right through the front gate.

   He watched for several more hours. Once it got dark, floodlights
seared the walls and lit up the inside courtyard. This was gonna be
a prick, he thought. He packed up his gear and quietly moved back
to the car. Just in time, he sensed the movement and swung up his
arm to block the man's knife.

   He chopped out viciously, driving his hand into the man's solar
plexus, then followed with a knee to the crotch that doubled his
opponent over. He flicked a tight wire from his belt and wrapped it
around the man's throat, getting behind him and pulling hard.

   The man collapsed to his knees, his hands struggling in vain
against the wire. Slowly his movements eased and then his hands
dropped away. Jack hung on, tightening the belt until he was sure
the man was dead. Finally he released him, letting him roll onto
his back.

   He looked down unhappily. A missing guard tended to cause
trouble. Not as much as a dead one though, he told himself. He
picked up the knife and slipped it into his belt, then lifted the
lifeless guard, tossed him over his shoulder and slowly made his
way back to the car.

   He dumped the man in the trunk, then went back and checked for
signs of a struggle, brushing at the dirt and grass until most of
the signs were gone. He drove back to town down a long, winding,
deserted road that went by a river. The guard took a swim, loaded
down with weights.

    "On your back, slut, fondle yourself."

   Devon instantly fell back onto the rug, spread her legs wide and
began to play with her breasts and cunt. Her hands moved
enthusiastically as she moaned and whined in heat. Her fingers
pumped in and out of her hole as she twisted and pinched her
nipples.

   "All right, stand up."

   Devon stopped and stood obediently, standing with her hands
clasped behind her and her back straight. Turn. Bend over and
spread your legs."

   Again Devon obeyed, spreading her legs wide and clasping her
ankles. Freda brought the crop smacking down on her buttocks, once,
twice, three times. The girl winced and moaned but held her place.

   "On your hands and knees." Devon dropped to all fours like a
dog, her legs spread and her ass raised.

   "What are you?"

   "Your slave, Mistress." she said, her voice calm and natural
now, as if she were just asked the time.

   "And what is your task?"

   "To obey and to serve, Mistress."

   "My feet are dirty. Clean them."

   Devon crawled forward and began to lick over Freda's bare feet.
Her tongue worked around her right ankle, then down between the
toes. Freda lifted her foot slightly so the girl could lick the
underside. She smiled at the eagerness she displayed.

   "Stop." Devon stopped at once, a well trained dog.

   Franz came in, holding a naked young girl by the arm. She was a
newcomer, her body slight and thin, several years younger than
Devon and mind befuddled with lack of sleep and drugs. Franz tossed
her to the floor beside Devon.

   "Take this." Freda said, tossing her a thick dildo. Devon took
it and held it tightly. "Use it on her, and don't be gentle." Devon
crawled over to the girl and pulled her legs apart, then punched
the dildo against her slit, pushing hard to force it down the
narrow tunnel as the girl whined and twisted weakly.

   "Fuck her hard." Freda said. Devon jammed the dildo fully into
the girl's cunt, then began jerking it in and out with all her
force, heedless of the girl's agonized whines and cries. "Enough."

   She stopped and then Franz walked to them. He lifted the girl to
her knees and twisted her arm up behind her back. His hand pulled
her hair, jerking her head back, thrusting her tits and chest out.
Freda handed a long shiny knife to Devon, placing it in her fist.

   She looked at it in confusion.

   "Stab her." Freda said. Devon looked at the girl, then at Freda.

   "Stab her in the chest, right between the titties."

   "Now!" Franz yelled.

   Devon turned, ignoring the girl's pleading, terror filled eyes,
raised the knife and brought it down against the girl's chest. It
hit with a dull thump. She pulled it back, but to her surprise,
there was no blood, or blade for that matter.

   She looked at the other end of the handle and saw the blade had
disappeared inside. It slowly eased out again and she felt it. It
was made of rubber. She looked up at Freda in confusion as the
woman smiled.

   "Just a test, dear. Just a test." She reached out and patted
Devon's blond hair and the girl smiled timidly. The other girl had
fainted. Franz took her away.

   "Well, I think you're ready to start making me some money. Would
you like that, dear?"

   "Yes Mistress."

   "There are many men who will enjoy fucking your pretty little
pussy and rutting into that tight little asshole."

   "Yes Mistress."

   "You will treat them well. Won't you?"

   "Yes Mistress."

    Gunther was annoyed. No sooner had he turned off the machine
and disconnected the wires than the stupid slut had collapsed
senseless. He glared at her in anger. He slapped her face... hard.
It rocked her head but did not produce any groan or movement.

   He slapped her again, and again. Still, she stayed unconscious.
He muttered to himself and went over to a cabinet, pulling out a
needle and little tube. He took the hypodermic and stabbed it into
her arm, pushing down the plunger to send the adrenalin into her
body.

   Then he held the smelling salts under her nose. Her head
twisted, jerked away, but he followed it until she gasped and
grunted back to life. He put it away and went back to the table to
fetch his cat. He wasn't finished with this little plaything by a
long shot.

   He was, in fact, considering buying her. She was such a soft
morsel, and his cock stiffened at the terrible things he would be
able to do to her if she were his. He made a mental note to enquire
about her price, then brought the cat down on her right tit.

   She howled and danced, her legs kicking and jerking up and down.
Yes. That was much better. He thrashed her breasts repeatedly,
first one, then the other, then alternating until his arm got tired
and her breasts, like her back, ran red with blood.

   He put the cat down and bent to seize her right ankle, freeing
it from the chain. He freed her left as well, then lifted them both
up, pushing her feet up into the air and locking them to two more
chains descending from the ceiling. He pulled on the pulley, the
chains jerking her ankles up beside her head, spread apart so her
cunt and asshole were spread open before him.

   He lifted a soft leather riding crop and his eyes gleamed as he
saw the cunt and little asshole. He raised it and brought it
cracking down to the center of the brunette's shaved cunt mound.
Her piercing screams made him wince. He hit her again, aiming for
her cunt slit, wanting to hit the clitty.

   The girl jerked maniacally in her chains, twisting and thrashing
as she howled and whined and sobbed like an animal. His next blow
landed across her anus and send more pain flaring into her body. He
halted temporarily, stabbing the tip of the crop into her cunt and
working it in and out.

   He slid it out and jammed it into her anus, fucking that for
several seconds, then he pulled it free and moved forward, pushing
his cock against her pussy slit and drilling it down into her. He
fucked her hard, his cock punching in and out of her agonized fuck
hole as he gripped her tortured, sweating, bloodstained tits and
squeezed them brutally, twisting them round and round as he pounded
down into her.

   The girl's body exploded into a gut wrenching orgasm, her cunt
almost tearing his cock off as he pistoned it in and out of her. He
continued to squeeze her titties, hanging on for dear life as she
went made against him. He wondered at the strength of the chains to
hold her, then gushed forth his silvery seed and withdrew.

   Again he paused to catch his breath, then picked up the crop.
Now he was really going to give it to her.

    Jack gazed at the computer display in irritation. The little
portable was horrendously expensive, but incredibly powerful too.
It was displaying the blueprints of the castle, which clearly
showed that the towers had only one exit, a door at their base on
either side of the courtyard.

   What was worse, according to the company both towers were used
as barracks for the guards. So much for that idea, he thought. He
wondered how the company knew that. But then, he'd wondered that
often. Then he knew as the computer informed him that the company
had managed to corral one of the men he'd photographed.

   He was a powerful and very married politician, with four
children and an image as a church going gentleman. The man was
going to pay another visit to the castle and he was going to take
Jack with him. The only condition was that Jack do nothing
whatsoever while he was with him.

   Well, that was all right. Once the introduction had been made,
he could come back and get in himself, perhaps with a few of his
own "friends".