“Fuck you, Tommy. One of these nights when you come home all liquored up, I’ll be gone.”
“Yeah, just don’t take nuthin’ with you, bitch. Remember who bought you all that stuff when your skanky ass crawled off the bus, without even a fuckin’ suitcase.”
“Yeah, well I’ll crawl right back on that bus… and I won’t stop at some shitty little town with nuthin’ but farm boys like you.” The man was already squealing tires in his red pickup truck, heading to town.
Thomas drove down the one main street with the few businesses, and he glanced quickly at the woman in his back seat to assure himself she was adequately restrained so that he could focus on this side trip. He drove by the only bar in town, and he saw the truck out front. Tommy was getting liquored up again. When he got to the farmhouse, the lights were off. The screen door squeaked and from a room in the back, she shouted out, “Fuck you. Sleep on the couch.”
Thomas dropped the schedule for buses headed south on the kitchen table, and in less than ten minutes, he had the bound girl and her purse thrown on the floor of the back seat. The two women stared at each other, trying to communicate their anger through their gags.
When Thomas had discussed the possible trophies, Jeremy had opted for Helen and he had decided on Maggie. He was looking forward to the result of the two different methods of training, and then they would blend them for the perfect result.
The lights were on in the living room, and Thomas smiled at Jeremy’s anticipation. He could hardly blame him; his own cock was ready to burst. He carried Helen in first, and Jeremy looked delighted as he grabbed her bleached hair and pulled her head back. “Pissed off, huh?”
“Both of them. I think they have been planning my slow demise the whole drive. Where do you want her?” Jeremy already said he would not need the dungeon.
“I’ve prepared the corner guestroom.”
“Are you sure you couldn’t have picked a place further away?” Thomas laughed, and he slid his hand through the manacles. She only weighed about one twenty, but he liked ribbing Jeremy once in a while.
“Just put her on the floor, for now.”
“Do you need help with her?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Thomas closed the door and went down to retrieve Maggie. He dragged her down to the basement, back first, with her knees thumping on the stairs. At last there were angry tears that turned into terror as she looked around the room.
Things around the house took a day to get settled, and Anna was confused when they finished breakfast, but the Masters only wished her to see to the Mistress’ pussy. Master Thomas chuckled at the wariness in her eyes. It still upset her when the security of her routine was changed. When she was told not to go into the basement or the far guestroom, her eyes widened and she looked at Thomas. “Have you brought sluts, Master?”
“Yes, Anna, and you remember how difficult it is to learn the lessons.”
She shook her head with such solemnity that he almost laughed. “Yes, Master Thomas,” and her hand automatically traveled to her bottom.
Sarah found it strange that Anna almost seemed happy at the news. She finally asked her about it. “I’m not the worst anymore, Mistress Sarah.” She wrinkled her nose. “There are two sluts who aren’t even pets yet. And they might never even be slaves… or get names.”
“We better hope they do, Anna, or the Masters will think that they have failed. They work hard to teach them.”
That night before she curled up, she looked down at the comforter and said, “I will help with the sluts, Masters, if you want me to.”
“You will help with the sluts, if you are ordered to, Anna.”
“Yes, Master Jeremy. That’s what I meant to say… I’m sorry I screwed up.”
“Go to sleep, Anna.”
“Yes, Master Thomas.”
It was a week before she met the slut in the basement.
When Helen had been brought into the living room, all that she could think about was the tearing of her arms, back, legs and where the cuffs were digging into her. She was relieved when she was laid down on the carpet, and when fingers gripped through her hair to lift her head she intended to give the tall man who had snatched her from the farmhouse a scathing look. Instead, she found herself looking into the dark eyes of a lunatic.
There were a few dark curls on a pale skull, tufting in an erratic display, and the frame was not much more than that of a skeleton. His lips looked blood red against his white cheeks, and his eyes were black as coal. He reminded her of a wasting vampire… not one of the handsome ones… one of the creepy ones from the old black and white movies. She screamed behind the gag, and only partially understood what the men were saying.
Even though it hurt terribly, she jerked in her bindings as she was carried upstairs and deposited on the wood floor in the room at the end of the hall. The big man who had taken her walked out, closing her in the room with the apparition.
A bony finger trailed along her jaw line. “Such an angry slut.” He leaned down and licked her cheek, and she screamed. “I taste your fear and anger.”
Oh my god… Tommy? Tommy, please… find me. Helen sent out the silent plea, picturing the mental waves that would reach him. She was amazed when the thin man picked her up by the cuffs and laid her on a metal table. He wrapped a thick belt around her waist and rolled her onto her side to unhook her ankles. She kicked out with the cramped limbs, but he dodged and grabbed them one at a time, wrapped leather cuffs around them and secured them to the corners of the table.
He laid a bony knee across her neck and unhooked one wrist while she gasped for air. Her fists came up, clawing at the leg, and he latched the other manacle on her free wrist so that they were now secured in front of her. Blackness was fogging her brain as she fought to breathe, and abruptly her airway was free. He secured her hands over her head, attached to a chain bolted in the wall.
Helen banged her head against the table and tried to thrash and buck. The man tied the waist belt tighter, gripped her head, and locked a metal collar around her neck. He disappeared under the table, and she felt his finger reach through a hole and hook a small chain onto the back of the collar. It was attached to a bolt in the floor, and kept her head practically immobile.
Jeremy looked at the girl. She had a light sheen of angry tears, and was still cursing and screaming behind the gag. He walked over to the computer he had set up in the corner, facing away from her. She heard the click of some keys and a jolt went through the collar, causing her to scream and the current became stronger.
Jeremy walked back over to the girl, and watched her wide eyes as she screamed and jerked. He wondered how long it would take her to figure it out. When she stopped shrieking to grab a breath, the current shut off. It still took two more cries before she learned what the collar would do.
“Any sound, even a sharp breath, will shock you,” he said. He reached out and took off the gag.
“Please… ah… owe…” Her lips closed and she trembled.
Jeremy held out the ring gag. “Open, slut.” Her lips remained sealed, until he grabbed a nipple through her sleeping tank and twisted. She began to shriek and the collar jolted, until she reluctantly opened her mouth with pained brown eyes staring up at him.
Due to the restraint, the shaking of her head was minimal when he climbed up onto the table and straddled her cheeks. His hands reached out against the wall as he pushed his cock into her mouth and sighed. “Yes, oh yes. Keep that tongue moving, slut.” Bracing himself against the wall, he pushed deeper than he had ever gone before… deep enough to feel the wonderful retching Thomas always experienced.
It felt so good, he remained there until the girl panicked and screamed, causing the collar to shock her and a completely different sensation to ride up his little cock. He came almost immediately, and the girl continued to wail while the current caused her tremors to squeeze every drop out of him.
Jeremy would wait until morning to strip her. He was quite exhau
sted with the entire episode. “Sleep, slut. We have a lot to do in the morning.”
Helen lay restrained in the darkness on the cold metal slab, with only the ability to let silent tears flow down the sides of her face and into her ears.
Thomas had treated Maggie in much the same way he had started with Anna. She had vomited when he had fucked her mouth, and he left her hanging from the chain with her arms over her back, still dressed in her navy blue suit.
CHAPTER XI
Jeremy entered the room after breakfast to find the girl much less angry. Terror was beginning to register, along with the finality of her situation. He smiled while he worked with the shears to remove her clothes. He had let Anna have his cock that morning because she looked so despondent about losing her Masters to the new sluts. When he left her to walk upstairs, she was smiling and dusting the fireplace mantel.
Helen quivered in the coldness, while the freak… yes, that’s what he is… the freak stripped her and leered over her body. He unhooked one ankle at a time, staring at her and challenging her to kick out at him while he bent her legs and used ropes to tie her ankles to her thighs. She pressed her knees into her chest, very aware that her entire pussy was open to him. So what? I’ve been fucked before, asshole, by peckers bigger than that worm between your legs.
Throughout the night, Helen had come up with many scenarios. She settled on the idea that the big man had brought her back to his freaky brother as a sex partner. She assumed the other girl was to keep his nasty ass happy, and that the two of these guys were perverted sex fiends. The only thing she had been able to figure out was to somehow get this freak to think she liked him until she gained his confidence and could escape. It was going to be tough, not being able to talk to him or seduce him.
He tied a rope around one bent knee, wound it under the table, around the other knee… and pulled. As her legs began to separate, her eyes widened and she strained to keep them together. She shivered when he ran his finger down her slit, and cried out just enough to give her a warning jolt from the collar.
Jeremy busied himself with shaving her pussy and applying a generous amount of the burning ointment. It was interesting watching her trying to fight from shrieking. Next, he cut the bleach blonde hair close to her scalp, shaved the remaining brush… and she did shock herself a few times crying out about that… and he smeared the depilatory all over her bald head.
As a final act to defoliate her, he shaved and treated her eyebrows. This had taken some thought, as he had read that they were necessary for a face to show expression. Ultimately, he decided expressions would not be required of her.
Helen lay in shocked silence. The looks that had carried her since school were now altered into something she refused to acknowledge. “Ah… I see in your eyes that you realize you are worthless. It did not matter who he brought to me, because you are only a slut,” he said.
Jeremy walked over to his computer table and he brought back a strange mask. She was silently crying now, and he smiled. He slipped it over her bald head and zipped it, making sure the ear and eyepieces were in place. Helen panicked at being sealed into darkness and not being able to hear him. All of a sudden, a light swam before her eyes and there was brief static before the picture and sounds were clear.
It was he, the freak who had taken her, and his voice blocking out all other noise. The tape wound through with the same message, beginning over again and again. “I am Master Jeremy. You are a slut, and you will do as I say.” Over and over… even if she closed her eyes, the voice would not stop.
She must have wailed out loud because the collar shocked her, so she tried to concentrate on being quiet, until the voice droned into her again. The restraints holding her arms were lowered, but not unattached to enable her to swing out or grab the mask. He worked for a while and lowered her to the floor, and then secured her hands behind her, bent at the elbows, and he wrapped a long cuff around them so that her hands rested on her shoulder blades. Her feet were still tied to her thighs.
It was terrifying being without her eyes, ears, voice and use of her hands. The video continued its monotonous loop, and then abruptly changed. She was pushed onto her chest with her bottom in the air, and she felt his hands rubbing her ass. A finger poked into her rectum, and she wailed until the collar stopped her. Next, hands gripped her hips, and she shivered as his penis entered. He was small, so it was not as excruciating as she had feared, but the hands reaching around to her pussy were frightening. He began to stroke her, to finger her, to massage her clit… all the while pinning himself in her bottom.
The video consumed her mind as the fingers manipulated her sex to respond. Her thighs strained to get away from his hands, and she felt his hips push him further inside her. Still the new tape reeled on. “I am your Master, Jeremy. You want to please me. You see me and your cunt throbs, drips, pulses. I am your Master, Jeremy…” on and on… and the fingers… and the thrusting. It went on forever, until finally her drenched sex shuddered and she shrieked with the shocking of the collar, as she could not keep her climax silent.
She felt a tube go down her throat, and something slid into her stomach. It was followed by liquid… water, she decided. The man lifted her and hooked her bent wrists to a chain over head. She balanced on her knees with her ankles still roped to her thighs and her bottom resting on a bucket for her waste. That was all… just the horribly painful restraints and the video. “I am your Master, Jeremy. You want to please me. You see me and your cunt throbs, drips, pulses…”
For three days she was kept like that, with only the morning ritual of the depilatory removing the mask. She pleaded with her expressionless face when he approached with the horrible device, and after he decided the hair was permanently removed, he left the mask on her.
She had no sense of time, other than the tube down her throat to feed her… once, twice, three times a day? He only fucked her mouth or her bottom, but his fingers plied her pussy until she came, now silently, so that the collar did not torture her. A dildo was forced inside her channel, with a small curved extension rubbed against her clit… and the video changed.
Now, it consisted of darkness and silence, and when a picture of Master Jeremy came on, the vibrator against her button quivered her to climax. The same would happen if she had only the blackness of the mask to look at, but his voice would say, “I am your Master. Cum for me.” The sound and picture alternated, and every twenty minutes one of them would accompany the orgasm registered by the dildo.
Day and night they came on, and she dozed in between, only to be awoken by his face or his voice and the frenzied persistence on her bead, until the computer recognized her contractions on the dildo and let her rest for the pre-set period before it continued its relentless pattern.
Jeremy thought she was ready, and he turned off the vibrator. He watched his picture in the corner of the monitor, and he followed the waves on the screen as the rod registered her contractions… a climax with merely his picture. It tested the same for his voice.
Helen almost sobbed when the mask was removed. He leaned down next to her and whispered, “I am you Master. Cum for me.”
She was horrified when her pussy cramped, pushing contractions, and she screamed, “I hate you,” as the collar shocked her through her release. Whenever she faltered, the mask was strapped on for another day of training.
He pierced her and ran thin chains from her clit to her nipples. These too were remotely wired to the computer. They could vibrate or shock at his discretion. At last, her legs were released, though her arms were still tied with her clenched fists pointed towards the ceiling.
She sucked him willingly, though he had no intentions of removing the ring. By the snap of his fingers, and pointing to the floor, she turned and bent over to present her bottom… he never used her pussy. He would order her to cum, and she would spread her legs, thrust her pelvis forward, and offer her silent release until the cream drooled down her thighs. Her collar was chained to the back wall, givin
g her room to walk in a six-foot circle and reach her bucket.
One evening a big man was with Master Jeremy. She tried to remember if she knew him, but nothing was clear since she arrived in this room… not since Master Jeremy was with her. “Cum for me, slut.” Automatically, her legs spread in position and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as her juices spilled. The two men left without saying anything else.
“And you think this would work with all of them?”
“Probably, Thomas, but they will have very little other use. Her mind is conditioned solely for ordered gratification and presentation for use. It took much longer than I had anticipated, and wiped out too much natural fear and instinct. I consider her a failure.”
“Total punishment with no gratification does not work either, Jeremy. Let’s finish up and decide what use they are, and then we can review our lessons and try again.
The first night the man had brought her to the cellar, after bruising her knees so badly on the stairs she was sure she could not run, he had turned on the light to a dungeon. Helen recognized the torturing devices from pictures she had caught Joseph looking at, when she had logged in, using his password, to his last visited sites on the Internet. She had screamed at him about it and he denied any interest, and said one of the guys at work had suggested he log on. By the time she had decided to take the new job, she had overheard Barbra bragging to a coworker how Joseph loved to tie her up, because Maggie was such a frigid bitch she barely agreed to straight sex.
The man had come back to her with a ring in his hand, and she shook her head angrily while he unbuckled the foam gag. “You bastard,” she seethed. “You’ll never get away with this. Someone will find me, and you will rot in a cell for the rest of your life.”
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