Lacy had to look down at the floor. His dark gaze while she knelt naked at his feet was too humiliating, and overwhelming despair was causing her to slump her shoulders. Her mind drifted to his fingers forcing her arousal, and her tears fell faster. Jonas recognized the dangers of her spiraling emotions, and he quickly pulled her back into focus again, keeping her too unbalanced to formulate too much effort on her dire circumstances. “You will be fed breakfast after you worship our cocks.”
A dizzying, reeling sensation hit Lacy, and she did not even realize she was shuffling backwards on her knees until Jonas pulled her leash and his hand cracked across her cheek again. His hold on the leash kept her upright. “How do you acknowledge my order?” he asked coldly.
Lacy began crying, and soft hitching sobs came from her lips. Jonas’ hand drew back again, and Lacy’s voice stuttered miserably, “Yes, Master.”
She moaned when his hand reached to his jeans, and she panicked as her eyes searched the room for escape when he released his swollen organ. He was, by far, larger and thicker in circumference than any man she had ever been with, and the thought of putting her lips over the leaking crown made her stomach turn. Along with that uncomfortable sensation was the feeling of the sucking pulls her pussy was making against her calf as it dripped onto her leg. Abram was fascinated as he watched her pulsing reaction.
Jonas guided her forward with the finger he had hooked through the ring on her collar. Lacy whimpered, and her mind scrambled for a way out of the inevitable invasion as her lips brushed the top of his cock and the salty drop of precum wet their surface. Frantic thoughts of biting the offending member or screaming hysterically before it could gag her were fought back down as she imagined the punishment for such actions. With steady, strong pressure, Jonas forced her head down, and her lips reluctantly parted until he was seated in the warm moisture of her mouth.
“Get on with it, slave. You’re not stupid; suck me… lick me before I ram it down your throat and cum to your gagging retches.” Jonas looked up and watched Abram as he alternated between focusing on the girl’s bowed head, and the juices glistening her leg. Jonas smiled at his brother as he understood the girl’s unexpected aroused response to his order, and he pumped her up and down with a hand fisted in her hair.
Lacy sobbed as the monstrous shaft plunged deeper with each rise and fall. She realized he would be breaching her throat soon and blocking her air passage, so she began to sob harder while she stroked with her tongue and sucked as best she could manage in the terrifying position. She smelled the musk of his sex and bile threatened to rise from her stomach, but still she worked Jonas’ cock until she felt him become impossibly thicker. His other hand joined the first to push her head down onto him as his load shot towards the back of her throat. Lacy rebelled and tried to pull away, screaming around the depleting organ, which completely blocked the exit for his sperm.
“Swallow it, slave. If a single drop spills you will be punished,” Jonas gritted out.
Abram was already pulling his stiff cock out of his pants, anxiously awaiting his turn. Lacy gulped the sticky mess and dutifully licked the shaft as it was removed from her mouth, hating what she was doing but terrified of the consequences of missing a drop of his essence.
She continued to sob through her service to Abram, while Jonas’ eyes fixed on the undeniable evidence of arousal emitting from her sex as she unconsciously rubbed her pussy along her leg. When she had finished with Abram, she was pulled to her feet, led to the small kitchen and pushed down on the floor in front of a bowl that contained the cold scraps from their breakfast, congealing in the bottom of it. She was told to eat it all and she already knew the only correct response, so she bent over and salted the mess with her tears as she lapped it up.
She had just finished, when Silas came through the door leading his bound captive. Lacy saw small rivulets of blood seeping from the new piercing in the reddened crown of his limp penis, and each testicle and both nipples of the young man also sported rings. His eyes were red from crying, and his abject misery made it hard for Lacy to think of him as the man who had made her so nervous at the rest stop. He had some kind of leather gag in his mouth, and his pathetic moans and wails were muffled behind it. His arms’ wrist cuffs were attached together behind his back and secured with a leather thong riding the crease of his ass until it attached to the new ring piercing the tender swollen flesh at the tip of his penis. The leash was also clipped to this ring, and Lacy could not imagine the pain the young man must be experiencing as he was led by the tortured organ.
Jonas walked around ‘Bert’, admiring Silas’ work in restraining him. His younger brother truly was a genius. “You did all the piercing at once?”
Silas shrugged, “I’m taking him up to the old place for a few weeks, so I figured it would be better to get the restraining rings in place before I left.”
“After you get him suitably conditioned, bring him back to do some chores. There’s no sense in us doing labor around here if we have him,” Abram said.
“No problem. Good luck with the girl.” Silas left, and Lacy truly was relieved she would not have to be dealing with his obviously unstable nature.
Jonas tugged the leash and Lacy wobbled to stand up. Without the use of her arms, she was unsteady. He led her through the door and back towards the barn. Once again, her fear of the strange devices that were spaced throughout the old building caused her feet to stall, and Abram swiped the cane across the back of her thighs. Lacy yelped and dashed forward so close to Jonas’ that she was almost on his heels.
There was a large wooden chair towards the back of the room, and Lacy was firmly secured to it. Her torso and neck were held motionless with leather bindings, and her legs were spread wide with leather straps holding her ankles, knees and thighs in place. While Jonas arranged things on a table, Abram came back with a thick leather plug.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Lacy looked at him for a moment with wide eyes, and then she squeezed them shut and willed him to go away. She screamed when she felt the vise-like grip of his fingers on her sensitive nipple, and she blurted a miserable, “Yes, Master,” and opened her mouth.
Jonas turned around holding a thick curved needle, and Lacy immediately had a picture in her mind of the other captive’s pierced flesh. She began screaming behind the gag and trying to fight the tight bindings. Jonas used his free hand to manipulate her pussy until it was leaking arousal onto the wood plank her ass rested on. The way they had her secured, her attempts to thrust her hips away from his torment produce minimal results, and Lacy whimpered as her body responded to her abductor.
Abram knelt behind her and reached around to gently caress her breasts, while he whispered, “Come on, little slave girl. Give us another climax like you did last night.” His taunting encouragement had her blushing in shame, while more arousal dripped from her core. “Come on, little slave. Give us that release so Jonas can get a good grip on that swollen clitty of yours.”
Lacy was terrified as she realized their intention, and she strained at her bindings while Jonas continued to coax her to orgasm. Her body was winning its fight for release while her mind rebelled in horror at the notion of what was going to happen when she erupted. Jonas felt her begin to shudder and he smiled down with malicious glee. Lacy’s bottom flexed with the contractions of her internal muscles, and she moaned and begged as Jonas pinched the tip of her engorged bead and stretched the sensitive tissue. She felt the needle pierce her bud while she was still riding the remaining waves of her orgasm. High-pitched shrieks were swallowed behind the leather plug, and Jonas stepped back to admire his work. “Do you want to do her nipples?” he asked his brother.
Abram stood and picked up the tongs. “Thanks, Jonas. You’re right; she is a passionate thing. Even though I told her you were piercing her when she came, she couldn’t control it. I think we can turn her into a prime pain slut.”
Lacy was completely humiliated while the men discussed her
intimate responses, and her emotions conflicted with all that was happening to her. Abram plucked and tweaked her nipple, while Jonas suckled on the other one. Lacy shivered with a passionate response she did not want to be experiencing, and she tried to concentrate on the painful throbbing of her clit to keep her nipples flat and unresponsive. It did not work, and Abram was able to quickly trap the swollen erect tip with the tongs. She shrieked again as the needle passed through the it, sawed back and forth to widen the hole, and was replaced with a half inch metal ring. The procedure was repeated on her other breast.
Their pretty captive was sinking into shock, which would be no fun for any of them. Jonas nodded over her head to Abram, and his brother untied the girl from the chair and guided her to her feet. Instead of leading her by the leash, they each hooked an arm through one of hers, and walked her out of the barn. They led her slowly around the clearing while the warm late summer sun thawed her fear. Soon, she was trembling again, a sign they were eagerly waiting for to let them know she was back in the moment. Eventually, she would learn little tricks to help her adjust to her new life, but for now they would sacrifice their immediate pleasure to encourage her.
They followed a short path from the clearing, and Lacy heard running water from a small stream. It splashed over a small waterfall into a pond, and she stood in silence as the brothers undressed. Jonas removed her gag and her arm binding, and then he unhooked her wrists before pulling her into the cool water. He handed her a cloth and some soap. “Wash me.”
His hand began to rise, and Lacy quickly whispered, “Yes, Master.” Beginning with his back, she worked the suds around his body. Washing the man felt like such an odd, intimate request, and Lacy shuddered at the unexpected feelings as her fingers brushed through the dark curls on his chest.
Abram sat across from them as usual, waiting for his turn and sporting a stiff cock. He watched the end of her braid trail through the water. Jonas would be letting him bathe her, and he could almost feel her softness as he watched her tending to his brother.
After Lacy finished rinsing his chest, she stood still. Jonas’ expression was neutral as he looked into her eyes, and then he glanced at the head of his erection as it barely broke the surface of the water he was sitting in. Lacy’s eyes spilled over as she silently knelt and began to wash the hateful organ and the bloated sack beneath it. Her small hands slid up and down his length and she felt his two large hands circle her waist and begin to lift her.
The girl realized his intention and whimpered as she tried to pull away. Jonas wrapped a hand through her hair and pulled her head towards him so his lips rested near her ear. He whispered, “Tell me you want your Master’s cock inside of you.”
Lacy felt a damning clench of her feminine muscles and tried to push off him. His hand held her head in place, and she felt a finger hook through one of the rings of her newly pierced nipples. “Tell me,” Jonas ordered as he twisted the ring painfully.
Lacy quivered, “Yes, Master.”
Jonas twisted again, determined to humiliate her as much as possible. “Tell me you want your Master’s cock inside of you,” he repeated.
There was no escaping this. The pain in her nipple was increasing and her eyes shifted sideways, knowing there was no way to stop what he had planned for her. Reluctantly, she whispered, “I want my Master’s…” Lacy took a deep breath, “I want my Master’s cock inside of me.” There was a slight hitching sob to her voice.
“Beg me. Beg me for this honor,” Jonas insisted. He glanced over at Abram and noticed the anticipated desire in his eyes.
Lacy yelped when the nipple ring was twisted viciously, and she wailed, “Please Master, I want your cock inside of me.”
Jonas released the ring, and his hands circled her waist again. Lacy straddled his muscled thighs as he pulled her down, and squeezed her eyes closed as she felt him enter her. Her hands rested on his shoulders and her pussy spasmed when he whispered, “Not much of a fighter, are you girl? I almost get the idea you were waiting for this,” he taunted.
She finally snapped and tried to break free of him. He merely spread his thighs wider so she could not lift herself off of his impaling rod, and Jonas grabbed the wrists that had begun pounding his chest and trying to claw at his face. “That’s better,” he chuckled in his cruel, contemptuous voice. “Now you’re squeezing nicely, like you should have to begin with.”
Lacy realized his taunts were an elaborate means to keep her from just sitting stoically on his penis in the dispassionate way the tryst had begun. He was becoming quite excited as her pussy tightened around him when she attempted to pull her legs together to push away from him. Even knowing it displeased him for her to remain motionless, she could not help her struggles to dislodge him from her body.
Abram was actively stroking himself as he watched his brother’s Mastery of the girl at work. For all the years Abram had been accompanying Jonas, he had never been able to psychologically condition the slaves the way the elder sibling could. In less than a day, he had the new captive begging to have his cock inside her and pleasurably squeezing the organ towards release. Abram still relied on seduction, but Jonas assured him the guilt the captive suffered after she sought his comfort was as debasing as her surrender to him.
The brothers had a choreographed itinerary to their captive’s training, and perhaps it was because Silas and Jonas shared many of the same desires that it was difficult for them to work together. They both sought pleasure in the slave’s suffering, but Jonas never lost focus of his mission to provide trained slaves to the camp. Silas merely did whatever he could do to make the girl suffer for his own enjoyment, and it disrupted their training.
Abram, on the other hand, enjoyed watching the torment of their subject, and worked well to gain a measure of their trust to teach them how to endure their suffering for the pleasure of their new Master. Jonas would watch the captives with a bemused smile as over the weeks of their training, they began to look towards Abram to save them from the tortures. He never did. Abram would merely encourage them to follow Jonas’ directions, and imply that he was waiting to comfort them when the painful sessions were over. Eventually, the captives realized the amount of comfort Abram would provide was directly connected to the amount of pain they endured from Jonas.
Abram’s attention was drawn back to Lacy as she began to wail in frustration. Every time she managed to set her feet and try to lift, it tightened her thighs and pussy and Jonas would sigh pleasurably. Both men knew the last thing the girl wanted to do, at least at this stage of her training, was please either man with the aroused satisfaction they were receiving from her. But, as they enjoyed both her pleasure and her pain, there was very little the captive could do that would not please them.
Jonas felt his balls tighten as his sperm jutted up his shaft, and he released his hold on her wrists and circled her waist again. He arched deeply into her, and she managed to gasp a breath before she fell back under the water. In her panic, she concentrated on holding her breath as his hot juice coated her channel. He quickly lifted her as his thrusting slowed, and she collapsed against his shoulder and sobbed.
“Please let me go,” she wailed. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Please let me go.”
She felt his hands tighten around her waist. “Be still.” After a few moments, his shaft slipped out of her and he said, “Go tend to Abram.” Jonas rose and left the pond without looking back.
Lacy trembled as she stood on the shore and gazed silently at the water. Abram let her stay there while he gained a measure of control over his lust. He finally felt composed enough to speak. “Lacy, come here. You will discover it is much easier to do as Jonas orders.”
The way the remark was phrased confused her. It seemed as though Abram was almost an unwilling participant in his brother’s plans for her, and Lacy tried to think of a way to use this to her advantage. Perhaps she could convince Abram to help her escape, if he realized his brother’s madness. Tentatively approaching Abram, she
knelt with the soap and the rag and began to silently bathe him. He merely sighed when she washed his erect shaft and balls, and then he took the soap from her.
He worked suds into his hands and started massaging her shoulders. Lacy began to silently cry again, and he sensed when she was preparing to speak. He put a finger over her lips, “Be still, Lacy,” he said softly. The last thing Abram wanted was for her to spoil the encounter with annoying whining or pleading, and he forced the irritation off his face.
After he rinsed her, he turned her so that she was sitting between his spread thighs and facing the pond, while her head rested on his chest. Her quivering was slowing, and except for a slight jerk when the soaped rag began to trail towards her breast, she lay back quietly. “Sh…just be still, girl, just relax.”
Her eyes closed as his hand continued towards her creamy globe, and she prayed she had really detected a note of sadness and compassion in his voice. Of course, she could not see that his eyes were glued onto Jonas’ dark stare as he watched the scene from behind a tree on the opposite bank. The mirrored sadistic gleam in their dark eyes would have caused her to understand the two men were ripping her fragile emotions to shreds.
After Abram gently washed her sore nipples, he coaxed her to turn and face him. She felt him centering on her pussy and she nervously shifted back. His arms wrapped around her back and he drew her onto his chest. “Come on girl, just relax. That’s right.”
Lacy felt his cock push its way insistently inside her, and she shuddered at the conflicting emotions as he held her tightly against his chest and stroked her back. Other than intermittent quivers that resulted in the clenching of her tight channel, she remained lying against him. He could feel her tears wash down his chest as he continued to coax her arousal.
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