Rancho Diablo

by Michael O'Connor

  She had only begun cleaning Troy’s cock, when she felt another hard length of meat being thrust into her bloody and violently throbbing hole. Kurt had been eagerly awaiting his turn. Now that she had been deflowered by Troy, the others were free to enjoy her as they pleased.

  The Masters lined up to violate her, one penetrating her the instant the other had withdrawn. All the while, the other five captives hung from their chains, heads slumped. Zoe’s eyes were shut, but she was still forced to endure her twin’s ordeal, through her cries and the jeers of her tormentors.

  “Sisterly love time,” Troy announced, when the sixth man was finished with Jenna. He reached up to unclamp Zoe’s wrists. “You love your sister very much, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, slumping to her knees.

  “Show your Masters,” he commanded, grabbing her by the hair.

  He dragged her to Jenna and held her face up close to the site of her initiation. Blood and semen formed a reddish froth that oozed from her brutalised vagina and ran down her legs in rivulets.

  “Clean up this mess,” Troy snarled, pushing Zoe’s face into it.

  I’m doing this for the love of Jenna, she told herself, as she lapped up the warm, bittersweet slime. She licked and sucked practically every drop from her pussy, then used her tongue to wipe the dregs from her legs. Troy then ordered her to suck her sister’s anus, which was slick with the semen of the cop who had earlier raped her. Zoe consoled herself that it did not taste anywhere near as revolting as her aunt’s nether orifice had.

  “You will make a lovely pair of slaves,” Troy said gleefully, stroking his once more swelling cock. “Masters, take these two to the ranch house. You can do as you please with the others.”

  The twins were chained together at the ankles and led from the torture chamber by a pair of hooded Masters.

  “This fat bitch is mine,” said Kurt, freeing the plump captive and throwing her to the floor. He planted a boot on her face. “I’ll show you what it means to be a slave, girl.”

  Troy’s bedroom, on the first floor of the sprawling ranch house, was a shrine to the subjugated female. Lurid montages of bondage, whippings, brandings and a crucifixion decorated the walls. Instruments of pain and restraint hung from racks in the open closet. His king sized bed was dressed in black rubber sheets and equipped with iron manacles on the four posts. Further manacles, collars and clamps dangled on chains from the high, mirrored ceiling. The door closed behind Jenna and Zoe and they were left alone, to ponder their fate.

  “What kind of men are these?” Zoe sobbed. “How can they keep us here against our will?”

  “You’ve seen how,” Jenna replied. “But they won’t keep us here for long, I promise. We’ll escape.”

  “They’ll kill us first,” wailed Zoe, squeezing her hand. “I’m so scared, Jenna, and I hurt all over. What’s that horrible man going to do to us now?”

  Jenna hugged her. “I don’t know, baby. Whatever it is, we mustn’t resist. He’ll only hurt us more, if we do. Just remember, we’re not going to be like those women in the barn. Those sick bastards won’t keep us here, no matter what they do. Be strong, baby. Be strong.”

  The door burst open and they broke apart, but not quickly enough.

  “Pardon me for interrupting,” Troy sneered.

  He was now naked, save for his hat and boots. His cock swung like a truncheon, as he advanced on the cowering twins.

  “Incest is most definitely best,” he said softly. “Which of you is Zoe?”

  “Me, Sir,” the trembling twin answered.

  He smiled. “You’re the one with the beauty spot. I’ll have to remember that. Do you enjoy pain, Zoe?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “I thought not. You’re not a member of the fortunate minority. Let me tell you something. What you have experienced so far tonight is nothing, compared to what I can do to you. I can make you feel pain beyond your worst nightmares. Pain so terrible, you may wish you were dead. Do you believe that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Never forget it, for even one moment. Not that you will be allowed to. Kneel, girl! I believe a slave should literally look up to her Master.” He cupped her chin and forced her to gaze up at him, through eyes glazed from fear and pain. “As of now, you are my personal maid. Your predecessor was sold, this afternoon. You will live here with me, until such time as I decide to get rid of you. I will personally teach you obedience and respect - the qualities of a perfect slave.”

  “What about Jenna?” she cried.

  His response was a backhanded slap that sent her sprawling to the floor.

  “Never question your Master,” he snarled. “Back on your knees, at once! Stop that sobbing, unless you want something to really cry about. Your beloved sister will be spending the rest of tonight here with us. What happens to her afterwards is none of your concern. Now, are you prepared to do exactly as I say, or do you need to be convinced by a taste of the whip?”

  “I’ll do whatever you say, Sir,” Zoe promised, choking back a fresh flood of tears.

  “Tie your sister up,” he commanded. “If she isn’t hanging from those rafters, two minutes from now, you will receive twenty lashes. She’ll get double that.”

  “Please, Sir, have mercy!” Jenna wailed.

  “That word has no meaning on Rancho Diablo,” he replied. “What are you waiting for, girl? Do as I command you.”

  Zoe could not bear to look her sister in the face, as she fitted a set of dangling iron manacles to her wrists. A matching pair rested on the floor, in readiness for her ankles. As soon as they were fitted, Troy turned a wheel on one wall, winding the chains tight and jerking Jenna off her feet. She was left hanging prostrate, three feet from the floor, her arms and legs spread painfully wide, head thrown back and blonde hair brushing the floor.

  “Perfect,” said Troy.

  Reclining on a rocking chair covered in studded black leather, he beckoned to Zoe. She approached nervously, head bowed. He ordered her to turn around, then unholstered the truncheon like object on his right hip. Up close, it more closely resembled a black plastic strap-on dildo, with a crown of gleaming copper. He placed it between Zoe’s thighs, pulled one strap back between the folds of her pussy and the crack of her bottom, the other around her waist, and clipped them together. He turned her around, inspected the nine inch phallus, then took the object from the smaller pouch on his left hip. This looked like a slimline TV remote control, with a tightly wound thin cable attached. He plugged the jack at the free end of the cable into the base of the dildo.

  “Go fuck your sister,” he told Zoe, gripping the control box in his right fist.

  She shuffled meekly forward, the black wire trailing between her legs, uncoiling as she walked. Jenna shut her eyes, as she stepped between her thighs. Zoe’s fingers caressed her softly, as though she were begging forgiveness for what she was about to do.

  “Stick it up her ass,” Troy barked. “Don’t be afraid to hurt her. She’s not a tender little virgin anymore.”

  Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Zoe positioned the big metal head of the dildo at the reddish rim of her sister’s anus and slowly pushed it up inside her. Though the pain was excruciating, Jenna forced herself not to cry out. She had no wish to add to her twin’s torment.

  “All the way up,” Troy commanded. “Fuck her ass like you hate her. Go on, bitch. Give it to her!”

  Tears rolled down Zoe’s cheeks, as she buried the full thick length of the dildo in her sister’s rectum. Jenna bit on her lower lip, head slumped, spears of agony lancing her guts. Troy pressed a red button on the control box. Jenna shrieked, her body jerking, as a low voltage electric shock exploded from the dildo head.

  “Oh baby, I’m sorry,” Zoe cried.

  Leaping to his feet, Troy
grabbed a cane from a rack by the bed and cracked it across Zoe’s buttocks.

  “Shut up and fuck her,” he bellowed, pressing the button again.

  A second vicious stroke landed between Zoe’s shoulder blades, leaving a burn in its wake. She gripped Jenna’s thighs and rammed the dildo into her. Troy continued to press the red shock button, at regular intervals, striking Zoe’s bottom with the cane, whenever she did not appear to be fucking her sister hard enough. With each bowel churning shock, Jenna shrieked and convulsed. Her cries were audible far beyond the ranch house, where the four other new arrivals were enduring rituals of equally depraved brutality.

  As Zoe continued ramming the dildo into her twin, Troy grabbed her right arm and ordered her to clench her fist. He then forced the entire hand up inside Jenna’s pussy, simultaneously pushing the red button on his control box. Zoe’s arm felt the shock that ran through her sister’s body.

  “Use your fist like a cock,” he instructed her, picking his cane up from the floor.

  The electric torture continued for a further fifteen minutes, as Jenna was painfully stretched in front and rear orifices by fist and dildo. Afterwards, she was forced to lick the fouled phallus clean. While she was doing this, Troy crouched between her thighs and unsheathed a wide bladed knife from inside his right boot. Had Jenna noticed, she would certainly have been driven wild by terror. She trembled, when the cold steel touched her thigh. Troy yanked on a tuft of pubic curls and sliced it away, with a single smooth stroke.

  His cruel features were reflected in the gleaming blade, as he first hacked Jenna’s pubes down to an untidy stubble, which he then spat on and then scraped away with skilful rasping motions of the keen blade. Miraculously, the entire operation drew no blood. He formed a ball of saliva and pubic hair in his cupped left hand, which he then pushed up into Jenna’s anus, with a long finger.

  “Come here,” he told Zoe. “Your sister’s pussy needs a shower.”

  Following his instructions, she leaned over Jenna and expelled a steady trickle of piss over her raw red mound. It stung the freshly shaven flesh like acid. Troy thrashed Jenna’s breasts with the cane, as he watched.

  “Clean the floor,” he commanded, when Zoe was finished.

  She looked down at the puddle of piss beneath Jenna, then back at him. The cane cracked again and Jenna shrieked.

  “Figure it out, slave,” he barked. “Until you do, these juicy tits feel the cane.”

  He emphasised the point with another savage blow to Jenna’s breasts. Zoe already knew what she had to do, and to protest would be pointless. Crouching on all fours, she lowered her face to the piss puddle and began licking it up. Troy continued thrashing Jenna’s breasts, until the wooden floor was spotlessly clean. By then, both globes were red and swollen from the cane.

  The surging tension in Troy’s cock could be contained no longer. There was nothing like a bout of torture to get him in the mood for a fuck. He would rape Zoe later. Right then, Jenna’s brutalised slash was irresistible. He disconnected the cable from the dildo, opened the top drawer of his dressing table and produced a pair of steel clamps. These were attached to two lengths of wire, joined to a silver bullet plug.

  “Put these on her nipples,” he told Zoe.

  “Spare her, Sir, I beg you!” she cried. “She’s been hurt enough. Tie me up and rape me, instead.”

  “I am sick of your fucking whinging,” Troy snarled, shoving her to the floor. “You’ll just have to learn obedience the hard way.”

  Zoe shrieked, as he dragged her across the room by the ankles and threw her onto the bed. Against his brute strength, her desperate struggles were futile. Her wrists, then her ankles, were secured in the clamps chained to the bedposts.

  “You’ve only made it worse for both of you,” he declared, taking a long whip from the arsenal on the wall above the bed.

  “No!” Zoe screamed. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll obey you, I swear.”

  But it was too late. Once enraged, Troy was merciless. The whip sliced the air and the hard leather bit Zoe’s breasts, like a rat. She thrashed on the bed and screamed for mercy, as lash after lash rained down on her helpless body, streaking her with crimson welts. Twenty lashes later, Troy laid down the whip and took a small red velvet covered box from the dressing table drawer. Inside was a pair of black leather gloves. The palms and fingers were studded with tiny silver steel pins.

  “This will hurt,” he promised, holding one of the fiendish gloves up to Zoe’s face, for inspection.

  He pushed her onto her right side and smacked the glove against her left buttock. The pins sank into her flesh and the glove was held in position, as though by magnetic attraction. She screamed, with all the breath that remained in her lungs. Troy rolled her over to her left side and whacked her right cheek with the other glove, burying the cruel pins in her flesh. She tried to keep her buttocks from touching the bed, but in her sprawled position of bondage, this proved impossible. The weight of her body seemed to drive the pins in even deeper.

  “You’re confined to this bed, until I’m convinced you’ve learnt a lesson,” he told her. “You can scream, you can beg, you can swear to be the most obedient slave on earth. But you will only be released when I decide you deserve it. I’ll be back to you later, after I’ve had my pleasure with your sister.”

  Jenna steeled herself for further agony, mentally praying for the blissful release of unconsciousness. The steely bite of the nipple clamps unleashed fresh waves of agony, the instant they were attached. Troy plugged the lead of the clamps into the socket of his control box, then eased his throbbing cock into the snug sheath of Jenna’s sex.

  Each deep thrust was accompanied by a searing electric shock to her nipples. Her hoarse cries of pain formed a duet with the sobs of her sister, from the bed.

  Troy’s mastery over his cock was equal to that which he exercised over his captives. He took his time between Jenna’s thighs, savouring every stroke. For an interlude, he briefly transferred his cock to her mouth, before renewing the onslaught on her pussy. He pushed two fingers into her anus and thrust them in time with his cock, feeling the sticky pubic hair he had stuffed her with. Jenna scarcely felt either his fingers or his cock. All sensations were eclipsed by the scorching agony of her nipples. The repeated electric shocks seemed to be frying them. It was a blessed relief when Troy eventually climaxed. He filled her with his cream, then withdrew and immediately pushed the oily crown of his cock into her rear hole.

  His lust was temporarily sated, but another need beckoned. Jenna felt a surge of hot liquid in her bowels and was almost sick with disgust, when she realised he was pissing into her. Troy’s bladder was painfully full and it gave him pleasure far beyond relief to empty it into the slave girl’s guts. When he had finished, he plugged her anus with his left thumb and shook the remaining drops from his cock over her pussy.

  Using his free hand, he first freed Jenna’s wrists, then her ankles. He pushed her towards the bed, keeping his thumb jammed tightly in her rectum, ensuring the piss could not trickle out. He ordered Jenna to climb onto the bed and squat over Zoe’s face.

  “Open your mouth wide,” he ordered the chained girl. “Your sister has something hot for you.”

  He withdrew his thumb. Jenna was helpless to control her swollen bowels. With a loud fart, a steaming torrent of brownish water burst from her anus, gushing down Zoe’s throat and splattering her face. She gulped down the evil brew, certain she would throw it back up again. It stung her eyes and filled her nostrils, causing her to choke. Just when she thought it was over, Jenna farted again and expelled another thicker cocktail of piss, shit, semen and pubic hair. Fortunately for Zoe, most of it ended up on her face, instead of in her mouth.

  “There has been a temporary change of plan,” Troy announced afterwards, watching her lick her sister’s anus clean. “As my intended maid will be tied up for s
ome time, you, Jenna, will perform her duties. How do you feel about that?”

  “I’m very happy, Sir,” she lied.

  Chapter 4

  For the next two days, Zoe remained chained to the bed, with the pincushion gloves stuck in her buttocks. Jenna served Troy obediently, meekly submitting to regular intrusions of his cock in all three orifices and accepting a brutal and undeserved whipping, without protest.

  Under his supervision, she was allowed to feed her sister, three times a day. Ten lashes each would be the penalty for any attempts to communicate. On one occasion, Jenna begged to be allowed to wash Zoe. Her Master responded by forcing her to urinate over her face instead, while he caned her thighs.

  “Any more requests?” he asked, afterwards.

  “No, Sir,” Jenna sobbed.

  When she was finally freed from the bed, Zoe wept with gratitude and wholeheartedly vowed never again to question her Master. Troy decided she was ready to take over as his personal maid. Jenna was taken out to join the other slaves, just in time for a trade visit.

  The stock of Rancho Diablo were gathered naked in the morning sun, inside a corral fenced with barbed wire. The visitor, a fat and bald middle aged Texan, arrived in a large black Mercedes. Following behind, in a van, was a trio of aggressive looking younger men in sharp suits.

  “Good to see you again, J.D.” Troy smiled, shaking his hand, as he emerged from the car.

  “What you got for me?” the fat man drawled, chomping on a huge Havana cigar.

  “Only some of the finest slaves this side of your dreams,” Troy replied. “Care to join me for a drink, before you inspect them?”