by Peter King
Finally, when Katia knew Meg was in a state of unbridled arousal, she turned off the vibrator and began to release her from her bondage. Meg was severely confused, her body feeling electric from the power of her climaxes. She gripped the bars of the cage to help stay on her feet as the bonds holding her were removed. Finally the only things holding her to the cage were her clamped nipples.
Katia stood back and said, “Stand up Meg, the clamps will come off on their own.”
The shaky girl was afraid, her nipple pain had returned once the vibrator stopped. She had no idea why they did not hurt as much while the vibrator was buzzing against her sex, but now she was confronted with an order that would clearly cause her severe pain. But measuring the pain she currently felt and her desire to remove it, she pushed herself up slowly, first stretching her nipples and then popping the clips off as she screamed from the burning pain in her chest.
Her head was spinning as she stood up, unaware that the drugs in her cocktail were starting to work. Katia came up behind her and reached around her to grasp Meg’s tits and fondle her sore nipples. Meg felt like butter as Katia’s soft body enveloped her back and slowly eased her down to her knees on the floor.
Katia then stepped around Meg and moved her pelvis toward Meg’s face, lifting her tunic to expose her pussy. Meg, through clouded eyes, was confronted with the site of her pink slit, shaved bare and adorned with a gold ring in each of her outer labia. She could smell the sweet aroma of Katia’s cunt and unexpectedly found herself wanting to taste it.
“Have you ever tasted another girl’s cunt Meg?” asked Katia, as she straddled Meg’s upturned face.
“No mistress,” replied the kneeling girl, looking up at Katia as she spoke.
“Then it is high time you did, now start by licking up and down my slit,” she told Meg, using a hand to guide her head to her cunt. Meg licked along the folds of Katia’s cunt, enjoying the taste of her damp sex. Katia directed the naïve girl, showing her how to please a pussy with her mouth. Katia had to lean back against the cage as her pupil licked and sucked her pussy with obvious passion. Soon she had both hands holding Meg’s head against her sex and she felt a strong orgasm ripple through her, thinking that this new slave had great potential.
Once she finished enjoying Meg’s first taste of girl-girl sex, Katia slid down onto her knees to face Meg. Katia’s juices glistened on her face and much to Meg’s surprise she found their mouths locked together in a deep sensual kiss. She had never had any attraction to girls before, but Meg was deeply affected by this little slave and the way she made her feel. The two slaves shared a very intimate and erotic time exploring each other’s body’s as they were soon wrestling like lovers on the floor.
Eventually Katia remembered her task and upcoming appointment with her master and peeled herself off the panting Meg. She rolled the dazed girl onto her belly and locked her wrist cuffs together again, then helped her back into her cage. This time Katia had her lay on her belly as she secured her harness in through her loins and pulled her ankles up and locked them to Meg’s wrists. Katia then crawled from the cage leaving the hogtied Meg lying flat on the floor.
“Get some sleep Meg, your lesson’s will continue tomorrow. Now I have to report to master for a punishment I need badly. Sleep tight my little pet,” she said, as she turned out the lights and left Meg alone again.
Before exhaustion took its toll, Meg thought about what just happened. Was she a lesbian? Why was she so susceptible to Katia’s attentions? She had made out with a few boys, but what just happened with Katia was indescribable. The poor girl was a mass of confusion and strange feelings as she drifted off for some much needed sleep.
Chapter 7: Monica Molested
Raul entered Sam’s bedroom to find Monica still asleep and bound to the bed. He took the syringe he brought with him and injected it into her arm, wanting to keep her asleep as he moved her back down to the dungeon. He released her bonds and threw her limp body over his shoulder to carry back down to the bowels of the building. He brought her to a room with a wooden frame mounted to the wall.
He lowered her to sit upon a wooden shelf mounted to the wall between the heavy uprights of the frame. Holding her steady between his body and the wall, he locked her wrist cuffs to stout rings on the uprights, mounted slightly higher than her head. Once her arms were secured, he took a length of rope and began wrapping it around her back, criss-crossing it over her chest. He slowly wrapped her breasts between the tight coils of rope until the soft flesh bulged and tightened in its grasp. Raul loved tits and especially torturing them, thinking now that this whore had a pair of near perfect targets for his benefit.
Once they were securely compressed, he ran the rest of the rope up from her back, pulling it up and tying it to a ring in the wall above her head. Now that her upper body was secure, he moved to her ankles, lifting both legs up and pushing them back toward the wall. He connected her ankle cuffs to chains hanging from the top of the frame, connected near the corners by the uprights. This left her nearly lifted off the narrow shelf, her pussy and asshole open and inviting to the man standing between her legs.
He stood back to admire his handiwork and decided to add ropes to her thighs, just above her knees, tied off to each of the uprights. This would make it impossible to close her legs when she was awake again; her lower holes open and ready for his pleasure. While she continued to sleep, he took a razor and a bowl of soapy water, shaving off her blonde bush. He carefully worked the razor around her lips and the folds of her genitals, leaving her pussy bare and smooth.
After her sex was properly clean he started to strip, preparing now to take the prize he so eagerly craved. He stood naked before Monica, stroking the ten-inch cock that was about to teach her what being stuffed really meant. It was not just long, but thick enough that Raul’s long fingers did not touch as he gripped and pumped it. He savored the moment, ready to rouse this bitch and really show her what her new role in life entailed.
He rubbed it against her swollen pussy, the flesh a dark pink from the sexual romp she just enjoyed with Sam. It was still slick with her juices and he used them to lubricate the head of his cock. He reached under the shelf where her ass rested and released a clasp that let it fold down against the wall. Monica’s body descended several inches until her bindings tightened enough to support her weight.
Now that all was ready, he cracked an ammonia capsule under her nose and in just a few seconds she twisted her head to avoid the fumes, coming out of her drug induced stupor. The sedative he injected would leave her groggy, but capable of staying awake. She looked up, realizing she was in dire straights the way her body ached from being pinioned to the wall. She recognized the smiling Raul facing her, and when she looked down to see what was slapping her belly her eyes went wide with terror.
“Yes Monica, it is quite large,” said Raul in his lilting accent.
“No, please don’t put that in me, you will kill me,” she muttered, realizing her cunt was gaping and unprotected.
“It won’t kill you slave, but it will teach you a lesson in pain. You have much to learn about becoming a slave and the first lesson is that your holes are designed to be used by your owners,” he said, slowly sliding his prick up into her wet pussy.
“AAAAHHHHHHHH,” she moaned as she felt her sex stretched nearly as much as she did when her girls were coming out of it. She could not take her eyes off the jet black rod as it climbed into her pale flesh, her muscles tensing and a cold sweat breaking out across her skin. A little over half way into her cunt she could feel it pushing against her cervix, her pussy distended and strained to its limits.
He stopped and said, “See, you are still alive and doing quite well I must say, I can feel you pulsing on my shaft. Now beg me to fuck you good,” he said.
“No stop, please no more,” she whimpered.
“Wrong answer,” he said, pushing in a little deeper and sending a stabbing pain into Monica’s belly. Then he said, “I will keep pushing
‘Yes, Yes, Yes, fuck me please,” she pled, hoping he would stop pushing it deeper inside her overly crowded pussy.
He obliged, sliding it back out and then ramming it back in, as he started to fuck her. He drove his large spear in and out of her clutching sex, making the bound woman grunt and groan with each punishing stroke. Monica was relieved that at least he stopped when he reached the top of her pussy, no longer trying to drive it directly into her womb.
As he got into a rhythm and he heard her moans morph from stressful to pleasurable, he taunted her by saying, “You like this bitch, admit it and thank me for filling your horny little cunt!”
Monica cried, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me! Thank you Raul!” Her sore pussy was gushing again, the heat of his member sending her into another sexual delirium.
“You will call me master when I am training you cunt, do you understand?” he asked as he kept rocking his hips into hers.
“Yes master,” she replied, rapidly losing control of her passion as it rose to a boil inside her trapped body.
He had his hands on her hips to start, but soon moved them up to her tits, squeezing her compressed orbs in his tight grip. She squealed from the rough treatment, with her pussy leaking around his sawing cock demonstrating for him that he was arousing her. Raul thought that Sam had found quite a hot cunt here, and hoped her two daughters were just like their mother.
He pumped her cunt hard and fast until he felt her explode in a furious orgasm, her juices running down the exposed portion of his cock soaking his shaft. Her eyes were glassy as he looked into them, twisting her erect nipples to elicit pitiful moans from the overwhelmed woman. As the powerful climax raged inside her sex, she felt the large cock slip out, leaving her feeling relieved but achingly empty too.
But that relief was short-lived, as Raul clamped her nipples with alligator clips, their sharp teeth biting deeply into her engorged nipples. She screamed and pled for him to remove them, only to have a dirty rag forced between her lips and a coil of rough rope tied around her head to hold it in her mouth. Her muffled screams increased in volume and desperation, as Raul proceeded to attach two more of the same clamps to her pussy lips. Monica was delirious from the pain and helpless to resist his cruel assault.
She was crying so hard she could barely see him attach wires to the clamps and connect them to a little box. But when he turned on the device, sending minor shocks into her nipples and pussy, she discovered a new and intimate form of pain. Stepping off to the side Raul turned the voltage up to high and watched as Monica shot a stream of pee across the room. He laughed as he always did when he played this game. Taking total control of another being, even down to their base functions, was his ultimate thrill. He thanked his lucky stars that he found such a generous benefactor as Sam, a man with the means that could finance this amazing lifestyle.
After that little interlude, he turned down the voltage to a low pulsing, one that stung, but did not hurt too much. Monica was barely conscious, with her head bobbing down to her shoulders. He wrapped a rope several times over her eyes. Then he used the end of it to support her from behind, with the rope blinding her at the same time. He checked her bindings and seeing they were secure, he knelt down and took a greased butt plug he had left on the floor.
He began to prod her tight little sphincter with it, spreading the lube around the hole and causing her to moan in distress. He watched as she tightened her anal muscle, trying to keep it closed, a reaction he fully expected. He teased her ass several times, as she gripped tight to avoid letting into her rectum.
“This can be easy or hard, your choice. Either you relax or I will shove it in while you fight it,” he said as he pushed it against the tight bud of her rear passage. In a moment he saw it relax and with a skill learned from much practice, he shoved the flared plug into her ass, stretching it wide and making Monica scream into the rag acting as a gag. In a moment it was over with the plug trapped inside her rectum, but the pain Monica felt radiated through her like a wild fire.
He took a thin metal rod with a threaded end and screwed it into the base of the plug, then wedged it against the floor. This put just enough pressure on it to keep it interesting for Monica, while making sure she could not evacuate it. The cruelty with which Raul was treating Monica was rapidly destroying her resolve, making her willing to do anything he might ask just to make these tortures stop.
But Raul was just getting started and while still kneeling in front of her, he took the wires attached to her pussy clips and used them to peel her labia apart. He leaned in and used his long tongue to tease her bulging clitoris, erect and poking out from under its hood. In just a few minutes she was moaning from another orgasm he forced from her, leaving her feeling like she was teetering between heaven and hell.
As she writhed in her bonds trying to escape the pain and pleasure assailing her from everywhere, Raul used his tongue to drive her to the brink of insanity. When he finally stopped she let a low groan of relief, barely able to stand any more stimulation to her overloaded clit. It throbbed and pulsed like never before, becoming the sole focus of her mind. Eighteen years of pent up lust were being unleashed in a cruel and unusual way, one that was destroying any grip she had on normalcy.
She heard his voice as if he was far away, but his words were clearly understood when he said, “I will return soon and replace that plug with my cock slave.”
In her ragged state of mind she watched him dress and leave her alone to suffer in private. This brutal treatment made her doubt Sam’s promise to take things easy on her daughters, but she also knew she had no choice but to agree and obey them on the off chance he would honor his promise. Her body was so cruelly bound that there was not a part of her that did not ache. The pulses in her sore nipples and swollen labia gave her no respite, keeping her awake and focused on her current plight. The thought of that monster cock filling her ass when Raul returned made her future appear even bleaker.
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As Monica suffered in her private hell, Katia was kneeling on the floor of her master’s bedroom as he whipped her back and ass. She was not bound in any way, kneeling prostrate on the floor as his whip striped her back and buttocks with its cruel caresses. He painted her pale flesh with angry red welts from her neck to her ass, and the devoted slave screamed, “Thank you master, may I have another!” after each cut of his leather whip.
When her back was a mass of angry red flesh, striped and welted, he made her turn over and lie upon it. Grabbing her ankles and pushing them back until they were beside her head, he mounted her, thrusting his cock into her eager and wet cunt. He fucked her hard making sure her back rubbed against the carpet to send painful waves through the slave’s body.
Katia was in heaven, as she felt his manhood ravage her aching pussy and her back burned in pain. She pled for permission to come and was granted it as Sam slipped from her cunt and filled her ass instead. He pumped her tight ass until he filled it with his spunk and she experienced multiple orgasms, moaning and squealing like a bitch in heat.
***
Two stories below them Monica was berating herself for allowing her family to end up like this, telling herself that she was a failure to her daughters. The fact that there was never an inkling of something like this happening in the two years she worked for Sam did not matter, it was her job to protect her girls and she had failed to do so. The tight bondage and the large plug forced into her ass was a constant reminder of the depravity she had exposed her children to, and she tried to cling to the hope that she bore the brunt of their cruelty.
Barely an hour passed before Raul returned, but to Monica it felt like a lifetime. As she heard him approach and listened while he stripped, her fear of having her ass raped grew to new heights. First she felt the pressure from the plug abate, and she screamed when he yanked it from her clutching anus. Her poor ass felt like it was torn from her body as the plug was brutally ripped from her.
Raul moved up to her and prodded his massive weapon against the stretched muscle of her sphincter, unable to close up like it was before the plug stretched it. She felt it start to ascend and a cry of distress leaked from behind her gag, the long rod sliding up and into her backside. Never in her life had she allowed anyone access to her ass and to have it taken so easily now reinforced her feelings of helplessness and humiliation. Despite the passions they had started inside her, Monica felt her future and her daughters’ were bleak at best.
Raul slowly pushed his cock deep into her ass, nearly able to fit its entire length into her bowels. He loved to ass fuck women, being able to stuff more of his cock into that hole than he could with a pussy. When he started to fuck her ass she wailed and moaned in desperate distress, pain and a perverted pleasure seeping through her stressed body. When she eventually felt his cock pumping his spend deep into her bowels, she prayed he would remove this monster from her body.
But Raul waited until it started to wilt on its own, his cock slowly slipping out of her distended anus. He was able to easily plug it back up, trapping his copious spend inside her ass. He left her alone again, the pulses of electricity her only company. Her thoughts of defeat and despair consumed her as she realized how futile it was to believe that this was not really happening, her family’s future was in the hands of madmen.
Chapter 8: The Making of a Bitch Slave
Over the next two weeks their captors ruthlessly mistreated the women, each in their own personal way. Katia continued to endear herself to Meg, as the young girl slowly slipped into the role of a slave. She became extremely compliant once she saw the cruel beating Katia received from Sam, but had trouble understanding why it made Katia so happy. But as Katia started to incorporate painful trials with Meg’s blossoming passions, the young girl saw the line between pleasure and pain start to blur.
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