Kidnapped and Tormented
by Unknown 


CHAPTER ONE 

Jack Rose was a virgin at twenty. This fact, this difficulty, was not 
altogether unusual, nor was it his fault. Jack was attractive enough, a 
tall, six foot four inch man with a powerfully built body, piercing blue 
eyes, a strong jaw, and a full head of hair. 

Jack had the misfortune to grow up with his widowed mother, who worked as a 
computer scientist at a remote scientific base deep in the wilds of northern 
Canada. For eight years she and Jack and a dozen men worked at the station. 
There were no females there other than his mother. 

At twenty, he joined the army, and was sent to another remote base, this 
time in Arizona. There were a few females on the base but there wasn't any 
real opportunity to approach them. Besides, Jack wasn't easy around women, 
who were enigmas to him. 

He didn't know any women, other than his mother, and even after being 
transferred to a more civilized locale, he never saw the opportunity to get 
near them. Jack disapproved of drinking and smoking, and didn't go near 
bars, really. He didn't dance, had never learned, and never wanted to learn. 
He met few women in the course of his job, and couldn't imagine approaching 
a woman he barely knew to ask her out. 

Jack would have been humiliated had he been turned down. 

So even at thirty, Jack was still a virgin, never having gotten to know any 
women he found attractive well enough to actually date. 

Unfortunately for him Jack had a very high, very powerful sex drive. He 
dreamed and fantasized about sex with women all the time, and was forced to 
masturbate at least three or four times a day. He consumed voracious amounts 
of pornography, which he bought by mail order because he was too embarrassed 
to purchase it in person. 

He had books, magazines, movies, even pictures he'd written away for that 
were supposedly from ordinary girls. 

Jack was incredibly frustrated. He wanted to fuck a girl, a lot of girls, 
yet he wasn't able to. This frustration led more and more to anger at the 
women he saw around him, the good looking ones who had great bodies yet 
weren't willing to let him play with them. 

That he had asked didn't matter to him. He was sure they would have said no 
anyway. Every time he saw some cute girl walk around, especially if she was 
wearing tight pants or a low cut top or a short skirt, he wanted to bend her 
over and shove his cock up their pussies or assholes. 

It annoyed him that he couldn't do this. Why was it they made such a big 
deal out of it anyway? He would be glad to fuck any decent looking woman who 
asked, why wouldn't they return the favour? Hell, he could fuck them if they 
were asleep, and they'd never even know it'd been done. 

He fantasized about just grabbing one off the street and fucking the hell 
out of her. He'd give it to her up the ass, down the throat, he'd fuck her 
six ways from Sunday. He'd ride her until she drowned in sperm. 

Jack loved women, had them up on a pedestal, and would never really hurt 
one. He just didn't think fucking was going to do them. 

Then one day, Jack won the lottery. He hit it big, and never needed to work 
again. Now, he thought, he could get all the women he needed. 

The problem was that even wearing great clothes it was hard to get women to 
break into his house and have sex with him. Jack still didn't go to bars or 
nightclubs, and though he met women on the street, in stores, or wherever, 
the were, at best casual acquaintances. 

He didn't have the never to ask one for a date, and had no idea how to get 
to know them better. He thought about going to college. There he'd be with 
women for extended periods of time and could get to know a few. Or maybe if 
he found a job where a lot of women worked he could get to know a few. 

But he didn't want to go to college. He'd always hated school. He didn't 
want to work either, especially since he was no fairly well off. He thought 
about hiring a hooker, he'd thought of it many times, but couldn't bring 
himself to have sex with some cheap whore who would act bored and casual, 
and would probably have every disease known to man. 

What he wanted were the pretty teenage girls he'd dreamed about when he was 
a teenager, and the pretty college girls he'd dreamed about when he was a 
little older, and the pretty young office workers he'd dreamed about in his 
twenties. 

But even at thirty-five he was still a virgin and had still never had a 
date, nor even asked a woman for a date. 

His frustration was mounting too. In his fantasies now he often had the 
women strung up by the wrists. He would whip them and shock them with stun 
guns and otherwise torment them. He would make them call him master, and 
crawl to him on their knees. He would tie them so tightly they couldn't 
move, then fuck the hell out of them. 

One day, while having lunch with his broker in a restaurant, a gorgeous 
young teenage girl walked past the window, clad in a skin tight mini-dress. 
She caught both their eyes and the talk turned to teenage girls. 

That was when the broker mentioned this one girl in his building, a pretty 
one who he'd sometimes run across in the elevator wearing nothing but her 
nightshirt. It seemed she travelled from her place to another apartment in 
the building, perhaps a girlfriend's or an Aunt's. 

The girl became a part of his fantasy life. He'd stop the elevator and screw 
her right there, right up against the wall. Only, as he knew, stopping the 
elevator rang a bell, and no doubt someone would soon arrive to find out the 
problem. 

But what about grabbing the girl there and taking her elsewhere? Taking her 
down to the basement and out, away, somewhere he could enjoy her at his 
leisure without worrying about someone sticking their nose in? 

He knew, from his own experience living in an apartment, that getting off 
the elevator on any floor but the first, or the garage, it was extremely 
unlikely that there would be anyone there to see you. So in his fantasy he 
grabbed the girl, drugged her, and got off on the second floor, or perhaps 
the twentieth, and then ... 

Well, he didn't know what then. Just what the hell would he do then? He 
didn't want to go to jail, after all, nor did he really want to hurt the 
girl, raping and whipping and beating her was one thing, but he didn't want 
to hurt her. 

And what kind of drug would he use? How would he do it? 

Time passed, and his fantasy fleshed out. He had money, and was extremely 
intelligent. He studied up on drugs, on the things that would knock people 
out quickly. It was something to do, after all. He still didn't think he'd 
actually do anything about it, but he didn't have a job and had few friends. 

Jack had a big finished basement at his house. He had some workmen come in 
and build an elaborate bomb shelter beneath it. They thought he was a bit 
nuts, but were glad to take his money. The bomb shelter had a thick steel 
door that couldn't be opened except by pressing the right numbers into a 
keypad. That door, and the shelter, were down a flight of secret stairs 
hidden behind a wall panel. 

He put a king sized brass bed in the shelter, as well as a whirlpool bath, a 
big screen TV, thick carpeting, and other items, then constructed some 
frameworks, bolted hooks to the roof and walls and floors, and mailed away 
for elaborate bondage gear, lingerie and sex toys. 

All he needed then was the girl. 

He drove to another city, and checked into a motel on the edge of town. He 
called a local high school and asked them when they let out for the day, 
then drove there and parked a short distance away. 

He watched with binoculars as hundreds of pretty girls left the building. 
Many of them were gorgeous, but he picked out one and followed her from a 
distance. She stopped at a bus stop, then got on and rode away. He followed. 

Eventually the bus let her off and she walked home. It was a house. He was 
frustrated by that, seeing no safe way of grabbing her on the streets she 
walked on. He drove back to the motel and tried again the next day, then the 
next, then the next. 

He found the girl he wanted at last. She was gorgeous, with an adorable 
face, a nice round ass, and good sized tits. She was a blonde too, which was 
his favorite. Her hair was shoulder length, but straight and thick. He 
preferred straight hair. 

Best of all she lived in an apartment building without any security. He 
waited for her there the day after he followed her, waited in the lobby, 
trying to control his anticipation. His car was parked in the garage right 
next to the stairs and he had a big army surplus duffel bag, which he 
figured she'd fit into folded up. 

There were only two elevators in the building. He waited by one, watching 
out the doors. When he saw her coming up the walk he sent one elevator up to 
the top floor, then got in the other and rode it to the basement. 

He kept it there for a minute, then let the door closed and moved into the 
corner. Sure enough, the elevator stopped at the first floor, the doors 
opened, and the girl got in, and so did a middle-aged woman. 

He was bitterly disappointed, but hid it. He hoped the woman would get off 
first, but luck went against him. 

The next day he waited again, replayed the game, and again, when the doors 
opened, another person got in, this time an old man. However, the old man 
got off on the third floor. His heart leapt. 

In his pocket was the baggie that held a rag soaked in ether. He undid it as 
the doors closed again, the took out the rag. The girl wasn't paying any 
attention to him. She was looking up at the numbers. He was just behind and 
to one side of her. 

He removed the rag and suddenly threw his left arm around her while jamming 
his right hand, which held the rag, over her mouth. She struggled wildly, 
shaking and thrashing as he hugged her tightly. But she wasn't much more 
than five feet tall and he was much stronger. 

By the time the doors opened on her floor she was limp in his arms. He 
dragged her out onto the floor, then removed the rag and let the girl down 
to the floor. He put the rag bag in the baggie and unzipped the long duffel 
bag. 

He lifted the girl into it, bending her knees to get her to fit. Then he 
closed the bag and hefted it over his shoulder. The girl didn't way more 
than a hundred pounds or so, and he managed it easily. 

Ecstatic at his success he didn't even try to walk down the fire stairs. He 
pushed the button, and rode down in the elevator. He put the girl in the 
trunk of his car, then drove to the motel, loaded his luggage, checked out, 
and drove home. 

He drove the car into his garage, closed the door, then opened the trunk and 
pulled out the duffel. He carried it downstairs to the bomb shelter, closed 
it behind him, then set her down on the bed and unzipped the duffel. 

His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her out and tossed away the 
bag. 

She was still unconscious. He swept his eyes over her nubile young body, 
admiring the mounds of her breasts and the tightness of her jeans. He slid 
his hand up her thigh to her crotch and squeezed it through the jeans, then 
put his hands on her breasts and kneaded them for long seconds. 

He unbuttoned her shirt then, drawing it out of her jeans and laying bare 
her upper body, except for her bra. The bra was a simple white one. Unlike 
the breakaway lingerie he'd purchased in many sizes, hers undid in the back. 

He lifted her to a sitting position and removed bra and shirt, then set her 
down again. He stared down at her round breasts and the pink nipples in the 
middle, his cock bulging with excitement. His trembling hands dropped onto 
them, squeezing, kneading, twisting, pinching the nipples. 

Then he bent and began to suck on her right nipple. He licked and sucked 
each nipple for long minutes, then, panting for breath, he sat up again and 
undid her pants. He removed her shoes and tugged her pants down. Her panties 
came with them and she was naked. 

He sat there for a moment admiring her form and figure, the narrow waist and 
smoothly rounded hips, the narrow V of her pussy and the sweetly tapered 
legs and high round breasts. 

He spread her legs and gazed down at her cunt from inches away. The little 
fleecy patch of blonde hair did not hide the tight cleft between her legs. 
His squeezed her pussy mound, his cock almost ready to explode in his pants. 

He forced a finger in between her cunt lips and drove it all the way into 
her to the knuckle. He wanted to fuck her fast. He knew his cock wasn't in 
any condition to withstand any kind of contact with a female pussy for long. 

He pumped his finger in and out of the girl's slit, then added a second 
finger, adoring the softness and tightness and warmth of the inside of her 
body. Then he jerked his own pants down and off, and knelt between her legs. 

He took the lubricating oil he'd bought and smeared it over his fingers, 
then slid them between her pussy lips again and coated her insides as far as 
he could reach. He smeared more on his raging hard-on, touching it lightly 
for fear it would erupt. 

He was flushed with desire, his cock purple and red and bulging with 
excitement. His hands stroked up and down her body, then he eased his cock 
forward, pressing it against her cunt. He pried her pussy lips apart with 
his fingers and pushed his cockhead inside. 

He clenched his teeth as he fought down an explosion, then pressed forward. 
She was tight. He could feel her pussy squeezing down on his cock-head, then 
on his shaft as he pushed it deeper inside. She made a soft little sigh, and 
shifted a bit, starting to come around. 

He thrust forward, his cock flaming with need. It rode the cushion of oil 
down into her belly, and he was buried in her tight depths. His balls were 
pressed against her and he let his body drop flat atop her soft flesh and 
humped wildly. 

He came within seconds, spilling his seed inside the pretty teen's belly. He 
groaned and sucked on her throat, still humping slowly against her. He was 
so aroused that his cock stayed hard, much to his delight. He continued to 
fuck her, using long steady strokes, his ass rising and falling as he drove 
his tool into her. 

His hands squeezed her tits, rolling the nipples. He ran his tongue over her 
throat then bit down, excited beyond measure. He jerked himself back to a 
kneeling position, then lifted her legs and shoved them back against her 
body. 

His cock came free briefly, but he didn't care. He jammed her legs back 
against her body and reveled in the sight of her cunt and ass. He let 
brought her legs up over his shoulder, then pushed his cock into her again 
and thrust deep. 

A small grunt escaped the girl. He humped slowly, watching almost the full 
length of his tool as it emerged from then disappeared into the girl's fuck 
opening. His cock was steaming with heat as her insides caressed it. He 
fucked faster and faster, slamming his hips against the girl's ass cheeks. 

Her body jerked and her legs bounced against his chest as he drove his pole 
into her. He leaned forward, pressing her legs back against her again, 
squashing them down against her body as her ass tilted up. He hammered his 
cock down into her, stabbing her with furious lust, a grimace of pleasure on 
his face as he watched her eyes open slowly. 

She blinked them several times, then closed them again. His cock exploded. 
He blasted a tremendous amount of jism down into her silky depths, humping 
wildly until the cum passed. Then he settled down on her, sighing tiredly. 
He let her legs fall aside and lay upon her prone body for a while. 

She fluttered her eyelids again, moaning and stirring as she began to throw 
off the influence of the ether. He straightened her body in the middle of 
the bed, then picked up some of the bondage gear he'd prepared. 

He attached four handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, one for each, 
tightening them and attaching them to chains set into the four corners of 
the bed, going from corner to corner, pulling on a wrist or foot, until they 
were tight, then he went and got his camera. 

He took a number of pictures of her like that, including close-ups of her 
tits and crotch and face, then took some videos, regretting he hadn't had 
the video cameras set on remote earlier. 

He went upstairs then, leaving her to wake up. He wasn't sure what he was 
going to do with her, or how long he would keep her. Eventually, before too 
long, he would take her home and let her go, but for now she would be his 
plaything. 

He watched TV, checking on the girl from time to time. He had installed a 
hidden TV camera and hooked it in to his main TV. The girl's name was Amy, a 
sweet name. He found little else about her in her clothes. 

She was soon more or less awake, looking around her at her surroundings with 
wide, dazed eyes. He wondered what she was thinking. She was probably sure 
she was going to be raped. He wondered if she even knew he'd already fucked 
her twice. 

Girls like that, he sighed, should all be locked up and fucked constantly. 
She had such nice soft skin, such a pretty face, such a tight little pussy. 
He wasn't sure if she was a virgin or not. He hadn't felt any cherry when 
he'd first buried his tool in her. But he was so excited then he might have 
torn it out and not known. 

He couldn't wait for her to wake up completely. Twenty minutes after tying 
and leaving her he went back downstairs. He took off his clothes, then slid 
open the secret door that led to the bomb shelter, went downstairs, opened 
the big steel door, and went inside. 

The girl was awake enough to turn her head as he entered. He closed the door 
behind him as her eyes widened, then he approached the bed, his cock hard 
and sticking out hungrily. 

The girl didn't say anything. At first he thought it was because she was too 
frightened, but as he got onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs he 
realized she was only partially conscious, and had not yet thrown off all 
the affects of the drug. 

He set up several video cameras, all mounted on tripods around the bed. One 
was a tight focus of her face. Another was a full body shot from one side. 
The other was a close-up of her pussy. 

Still groggy, she made no complaint as he rubbed his cockhead up and down 
against her pussy. He draped his body over hers, loving the softness as her 
skin pressed against his. He buried his tool inside her and just lay there 
for a long minute. 

He looked into her blinking eyes and smiled, then began to fuck her with a 
slow, grinding movement. He kissed her on the mouth, stuffing his tongue 
into her oral cavity. His cock moved and twisted and turned and pumped 
inside her a the girl groaned in confusion. 

"Hot little bitch," he gasped. "You like that, Amy? You like a hot cock up 
your snatch?" 

He humped harder, jerking her body hard, putting pressure on the restraints 
holding her ankles down. The girl grunted with some of his harder strokes, 
but was still bleary. He spilled another massive blast of cum inside her 

His cock stayed hard and he moved up her body, straddling her belly. He slid 
his cock up and down between her breasts, squeezing them hard against it. He 
rubbed his hairy ass and cock up and down against her exquisitely soft skin, 
watching her face as he fucked her tits. 

He rose onto his knees, letting go of her tits as he shuffled forward over 
her face. He sat on her face, rubbing his ass against her, then he rose and 
backed a bit and took his wet cock in hand, rubbing it back and forth 
against her face. 

He pushed it against her lips, which were half open, and managed to get the 
cockhead inside before she coughed and choked. He pulled back, not wanting 
to chance making her throw up in the state she was in. 

He stroked his cock against her cheeks again, rubbing it back and forth over 
her lips too. He grunted with delight as her soft skin stroked his bulging 
pecker. 

Then he spilled his seed again, this time shooting wad after wad into her 
face. She blinked her eyes more but aside from the grunts and groans as his 
weight came down on her chest again, she made no protest. 

"What a hot little slut you are," he sighed. He sucked on her tits some 
more, his hands stroking and pawing her lush young flesh. He slid his hands 
under her and squeezed her ass and prodded her anus with one finger. 

Then he rose and went to the cabinet. He drew out a long stiff dildo and 
returned. The girl still seemed only partially awake. He knelt between her 
thighs and pressed the dildo into her snatch, easing it forward slowly. 

She moaned a little and murmured unintelligibly as he fed her more and more 
plastic. He watched her face, her tits rising and falling, and the tightness 
of her pussy lips as they clutched the thick plastic cock. He pushed it in 
all the way and started fucking her with it. 

He grinned as she moaned, fucking harder still, making her grunt in 
response. He forced it in all the way then got up again and went back to the 
cabinet. He took out a vibrator and returned to the bed, turning it on and 
pressing it against her clit. 

He began fucking her slowly, using even strokes to slide the dildo back and 
forth in her tight cunt tunnel. He pressed the vibrator against her clit, 
rubbing it gently around and around the hot little fuck button. 

She wiggled a little, talking softly, though he couldn't understand the 
words. He saw her nipples harden and bent to lick and suck on them, still 
pumping the dildo and grinding the vibrator. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at 
first, she began to hump up against the pumping dildo. 

Her eyes fluttered and blinked, and she murmured in confusion, but the 
sounds became more excited, more charged with tension. He rubbed the 
vibrator harder, grinding the clitty back and forth beneath it. The girl's 
ass jerked and bounced on the bed, and her arms and legs pulled at her 
bonds. 

Her head rolled slowly from side to side and her breathing came faster and 
faster. Her mouth opened as she drew her head far back, then she stiffened 
suddenly, her body began trembling and shaking and her cunt humped up at the 
dildo. 

Then she lay still, her eyes closed. Smugly, he put the tools back in the 
cabinet and left her, going back upstairs, but again, twenty minutes later 
he came back down. He sat beside her on the bed, stroking her body. 

"Wh ... who are you?" she whispered. 

"Mel Gibson," he said. 

"Where ... where ... where am I?" 

"You're my prisoner. You're my sex slave." 

She didn't react to that, so after stroking and squeezing her body for 
another few minutes he went back upstairs. 

He wanted to go to sleep. It was late in the day now, but he wanted to make 
sure she was all right, that the ether had left no ill effects. After four 
huge cums he was more or less sated and was able to watch TV now for a 
couple of hours. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When he went down the next time she was conscious, staring at him through 
wide, terrified eyes. 

"Hello there, my dear," he said. "I don't believe we've been properly 
introduced." 

"Who are you?" she whimpered. "Let me go!" 

"None of your business. You may call me Sir. As for letting you go," He sat 
on the edge of the bed and smiled at her. "I fully intend to let you go, 
sweet little Amy." 

He slid his hand up and down her thigh, watching her cringe and watching the 
muscles move beneath her skin as she tried to pull away, tried to close her 
legs. Her face was red and she had been crying a little. He slid his hand up 
to her cunt and squeezed it. 

"Please," she sobbed. 

"Please? Please what? Do you want me to fuck you again?" 

"Nooooooo!" 

"Then what do you want?" 

"Please let me go!" 

"I've already said I would, when I'm ready." 

"I have to go home. My mother will miss me." 

"I'm sure she will, but just think of how much more she'll appreciate you 
when you come home after a couple of days." 

"Days?!" she gasped. 

"I want to have a little fun with you. When I'm done I'll drive you home. As 
long as you behave yourself you'll come to no lasting harm." 

He slid a finger between her pussy lips and stroked it up and down. 

"Don't!" she begged. 

"Why? Does that excite you? Is this the way you jerk off, Amy?" 

She trembled but didn't answer. 

"I bet you jerk off all the time, don't you. I bet you dream about getting 
fucked by big hard cocks while you diddle yourself." 

"I don't!" 

"Liar." 

"No! No!" 

"Are you saying you never masturbate?" 

"I don't!" 

"You dirty little liar. You think I believe that? Everybody masturbates, 
especially kids your age!" 

"I don't!" she wailed. 

"Don't lie to me, you little slut!" he snapped. His fingers tightened their 
grip on her soft, pulpy-pussy meat and she cried out in pain. 

"Tell me how you like to masturbate," he said. 

"Please!" 

"Tell me how you masturbate." 

"Ooooowwwwwww! Stop it! Stop it!" 

"You don't tell me what to do, slut. I do whatever I want here! Now tell me 
how you masturbate!" 

He slid his other hand up her belly and onto her heaving chest, folding his 
fingers around her left breast, then he squeezed hard, drawing another cry 
of pain and a burst of tears. 

She thrashed on the bed, unable to move much more than her head. 

"Please stop!" she screamed. 

"Then tell me." 

"I do! I do!" 

He stopped, stroking her reddened breast and pussy. 

"How do you jerk off?" 

"I ... I ... Please don't make me," she sobbed. 

"Tell me." 

She sobbed again and he tightened his grip on her tit. 

"Please! I ... I ... I rub my fingers over my pussy." 

"Tell me more." 

"I rub my panties against my pussy." 

"You said your fingers." 

"I do, through the panties, but I ... I ... I hold the panties in my fingers 
and rub them over my pussy." 

"Like this?" He rubbed his finger up and down between her pussy lips, 
pushing hard against her clit. 

"Yes," she sobbed. 

"I'm going to untie you," he said. 

She nodded her head frantically. 

"And then you're going to jerk off for me." 

"Oh no! Please! Please don't make me do that!" 

"You'll be doing a lot more than that before I let you go, slut." 

"I'm not a slut!" 

"All you girls are sluts!" 

He unsnapped the handcuffs and she scrabbled up to the head of the bed, 
folding her arms in front of her and drawing her knees up. 

"Spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself," he said. 

"No," she gulped. 

"You had better learn to do what you're told, slut," he growled. 

He got up and went over to a cabinet, opened the door and took out a paddle. 
He turned to her but she jumped off the bed and raced to the door. She 
couldn't open it of course. 

"Get back into bed!" he snarled. 

She ran back to the bed and got in again, resuming her former position all 
bunched up. He slapped the paddle against his hand as he approached. 

"Now are you going to jerk off or am I going to paddle your little ass until 
it's red? Open your legs slut!" 

She jerked her legs open, looking scared and embarrassed. 

"Now start rubbing your little pussy." 

Her right hand jerked down to her crotch and she trembled as she began to 
rub it up and down. He grimaced unhappily, then rolled the TV over to the 
foot of the bed and turned it on. A porno flick came on. A woman was 
masturbating, groaning and moaning and sighing in pleasure, her body jerking 
and heaving and moving in the throes of ecstasy. 

"Watch her," he said. "I'll give you an hour to act exactly like she does. 
When I come back, if can't do it just like her you're going to get a 
spanking. So you better damned well practice." 

He went upstairs and watched her on the hidden camera. She spent two minutes 
watching the movie, then the next half hour prowling around the room trying 
to find a way out. 

She was shocked when she found the things in the cabinet, the big dildos and 
vibrators and the whips and chains. She went to the bathroom and washed her 
face and mouth out, then went back to the bed. 

She sat there for about five minutes, then went over to the VCR and rewound 
the tape to the woman masturbating. She sat back down on the bed and watched 
it, trying to position her body in the same way, trying to make the same 
faces and sounds. 

"Ready?" he demanded. 

She jerked in fear, but bobbed her head. He sat down and watched. She 
started tentatively, sliding her hands up and down her lithe, slender young 
body. Then she slid them in between her legs, squeezing her pussy as she 
ground her ass into the mattress. 

She groaned, her eyes half closed, and slid one hand up onto her breasts, 
stroking and squeezing them as she rubbed her fingers against her pussy. She 
eased one finger inside her snatch, pushing it in very slowly and wincing a 
bit. 

But she got it in and pumped it in and out as she wiggled her ass on the 
bed. She arched her back several times, moaning and sighing in pleasure, 
then began to pump her finger faster in her snatch, humping up against it. 

She grunted repeatedly, jabbing her little finger into her tight pussy as he 
watched. She never looked at him once, looking either at her body or the 
ceiling. Her eyes were half closed as she tried to make the appropriate face 
anyway. 

Then she stiffened, her back arching as she faked a cum. She gave several 
hard humps, her ass bouncing on the bed, then she was still. 

"Not bad. I've seen better but it was okay for a first try. You'll learn to 
do it better before you leave." 

He got up and went to the cabinet, then drew out a big vibrator. He carried 
it back to the wide eyed girl, a big grin on his face. 

"Lay down," he ordered. 

She shuffled her ass down the bed so she was lying down again and he sat on 
the edge of the bed. 

"Spread your legs, Amy," he ordered. 

She did and he turned on the vibrator, pushing it forward towards her pussy. 
She bit her lips and caught her breath as he moved it against her, then 
touched it to the bottom of her slit. He let it rest there, then pushed a 
little deeper so it sank in between her pussy lips. 

"Does that feel good?" 

"I don't know," she whimpered. 

He slid it up her slit and ground it against her clitty, then began to saw 
it up and down the slit. 

She watched, unmoving, her chest still heaving. He nosed the vibrator 
against her cunt tube and started dipping it inside, pressing it deeper with 
each little stroke. She gasped as he forced her pussy lips wide and inserted 
it fully. 

"Ooohhhh!" she groaned. 

"You can take it. Sluts like you can take fence posts up their twats." 

He slid it deeper and she jerked spasmodically, but didn't cry out. She was 
tight and he pumped the vibrator back and forth as he worked it deeper. When 
it was half way inside he let it go and motioned to her. She looked at him 
in puzzlement. 

"Fuck yourself with the vibrator. Jerk it in and out." 

She reluctantly gripped the thing and began to slide it back and forth, not 
going any deeper than he had gone. 

"Push it in deeper," he said. "Get it all the way up inside you or I'll take 
a whip to your cunt!" 

She pumped it deeper, grunting with the effort. Inch after inch slid into 
her box until there was only an inch or two remaining. 

"Get the rest in," he said. 

"I can't!" she sobbed. "It won't go inside! It's too big!" 

"You want me to get it in!?" 

She pumped it back and forth with more pressure, wincing and moaning as she 
tried to get it in deeper. Finally he grabbed her wrist and dragged her off 
the bed. Her feet scrambled for purchase on the rug as he pulled her over to 
a chair. 

"No! Please!" she gasped. 

He shoved her down. She tried to hold herself up but he put his hands on her 
shoulders and shoved hard. Her ass hit the hard wood of the seat and she 
screamed in pain as the remaining inches of plastic were rammed up into her 
cunt. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she howled. "AHHhhhhhhaaaaahhhhh!" 

He held her down as she wiggled and writhed and tried frantically to lift 
herself. After a minute her struggled eased, then vanished. She sat there 
sobbing, her hands down between her legs cupping her pussy as best she 
could. 

"Told you it would fit," he said. 

"Bastard!" she sobbed. 

He gripped her hair and jerked her head back over the back of the chair. She 
cried out in pain, reaching up for his hands, trying to pull his wrist off. 
Her chest heaved as she sobbed and gulped in air. Tears trickled down her 
cheeks. 

"You do what I tell you, when I tell you, and you say yes, sir, and thank 
you, sir. Understand?" 

"Ye ... ee ... eess," she quivered. 

"Yes SIR!" 

"Yes, sir," she whimpered. He felt his cock pulse with excitement at her 
obedience. 

He let go of her hair, then let up on her shoulders. She stayed seated, 
looking fearfully up at him. He went to one of the cameras mounted on a 
tripod and turned it around, pointing it at her. 

"Slump down in the chair, then bring your knees up and back. I want to see 
your ass and your little pussy hole," he snapped. 

She winced as she shifted her ass on the seat, but did as he ordered, 
drawing her legs slowly up, bending her knees and letting her legs slide 
open. Her face turned red again as he chuckled. 

"Wipe your face, whore," he snapped. 

She sniffed and rubbed her arm and hand over her face. The tip of the dildo 
began to slowly slide out of her quim as she held her legs aloft. 

"Now let's see you jerk off again. Give me the full treatment. I want to 
hear moaning and groaning, and I want to see your face look real, real 
happy. Pump that vibrator like you're having a real good time." 

She slid her fingers down between her legs and gripped the end of the 
vibrator, then, wincing a bit, began to ease it out. She slid it almost all 
the way out, then, after a look up at him, she began to push it back in. 

She pumped it slowly, very slowly, in and out, sighing and moaning in a 
half-hearted way, squeezing her tit with her free hand. 

"Show me more emotion!" he snapped. "I want to see you having a good time!" 

She jumped in surprise, then moaned louder and pumped the dildo harder. She 
let her head roll from side to side and stroked her titties with more 
enthusiasm. Her knees jerked up and down as she pumped her pussy with the 
vibrator. 

He nodded, then turned on the camera. She had no choice but to continue. She 
humped up at the vibrator, grunting and moaning and sighing, her head 
shaking, her hands stroking her body. Several minutes passed, then she got 
more vocal, pumped the dildo faster, and began to whine and whimper and 
shake. 

That one was pretty good, he thought, turning off the camera. He pulled the 
tape, then, as she watched, waved goodbye and left. He would have liked to 
have her sleep with him, but wasn't yet sure enough that she wouldn't 
escape. 

He went upstairs to bed and had a long, comfortable sleep, his dreams 
untroubled by erotic, horny fantasies. 

* * * 

The first thing he did on waking the next morning was go downstairs to fuck 
Amy. She was awake and gave him a wary look as he opened the door and came 
into the room. 

"Well, awake and ready for a fuck," he grinned. "Get your ass on the bed." 

She obeyed as he closed the door and came over to her. 

"On your hands and knees, just like a bitch," he sneered. 

She got on all fours and he knelt behind her, admiring her gorgeous round 
ass. He exulted in his power over her, glorying in having complete and 
absolute control over the luscious teen. 

"Let's see you wave that ass around at me now, baby," he said. "Move it 
around in circles, slowly." 

Embarrassed, she began to move her ass in slow circles. 

"Hump it back at me." 

She humped back as she waved, closing her eyes in humiliation. 

"Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you ... hard. Beg me to fuck your slutty 
cunt." He hissed. 

"Fu ... fuck me," she whispered. 

He slapped her ass, drawing a yelp from her. 

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" 

He slapped her ass and she yelped again. 

"You forgot to say sir!" 

"Please fuck me, sir!" 

"You want my cock, bitch?" 

"Yes, sir!" 

"Say it." 

"I want your cock, sir. Fuck me with your cock!" 

"Where? Where do you want it, whore?" 

"In ... in my cunt, sir. Fuck my cunt, please, sir?" 

"How do you want it, slut?" 

"Hard! Please sir! Please fuck me hard, sir! Please fuck my cunt with your 
cock, sir!" 

"Reach down between your legs and take my cock, slut. Put it in your pussy 
and then shove yourself back on it." 

She gulped and then, supporting herself on one hand, reached down between 
her legs and tried to grab his cock. He taunted her, holding it out of 
reach. Then he let her fingers grip it and watched as she put it up against 
her slit. 

She eased herself backwards, taking it into her slot, getting the head and 
an inch or so of shaft before letting go. She shuffled back slowly, gasping 
as her pussy slid down on his tool. He squeezed her ass cheeks and ran his 
hands up and down her flanks as she eased further back. 

Then he gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying the last of his poker 
in her belly. She cried out in surprise, then let out a low groan of pain. 

"Got it all now, little girl," he sighed. "Got your cunt all packed full of 
cock meat. You like that?" 

"Ye ... yes, sir," she breathed. 

"Start fucking then, ride that shiny red pussy of yours back and forth on my 
tool." 

He folded his arms, sneering down at the girl as she began to slowly slide 
her fuck chute back and forth over his erect cock. He watched her ass move, 
watched her cunt slit swallowing his cock again and again. He saw the palm 
print on her ass where he'd slapped her and slapped her again, delighting in 
her cry of pain. 

"Faster, you slut," he snarled. 

She fucked back faster, panting and grunting with the effort. He wanted to 
slap her ass again but didn't have an excuse. Then he realized he didn't 
need one. If he wanted to slap her ass then he would. He brought his hand up 
and cracked it down hard on the girl's butt, drawing another cry of pain. 

His hand hurt too, though, and he didn't like pain. He pulled his cock out 
of her and she eased up on the humping as he got out of bed. 

"Keep humping back, slut," he ordered. 

She continued her humping, shoving her ass back onto nothing as he went to 
the cabinet and took out a riding crop. He slid it back and forth between 
his fingers, his breathing growing more harsh as the thought of whipping the 
gorgeous young woman's ass excited him. 

He went back to the bed and got onto his knees behind her. 

"Take my cock again and put it in your slimy little hole you dirty stinking 
piece of cunt meat," he sneered. 

Frightened, she reached between her legs and took his cock in her hands, 
guiding it up to her pussy, then easing her cunt back over it. She started 
to slide her cunt up and down his tool again, but then was blasted forward 
by a furious crack of pain as he brought the riding crop down against her 
back. 

"AHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!" she screamed, thrown off her hands by the terrible pain. 
He snapped the crop down again, the leather slicing across her shoulders. 
Again she screamed, crawling forward away from him. He swung down again, the 
crop ripping across her buttocks. 

Again she screamed and he felt himself on the verge of cumming. Never before 
had he been so excited. He fell atop her, shoving his cock into the sobbing 
girl's cunt from behind as he gripped her hair and mashed her face into the 
mattress. 

He fucked her violently, stabbing his prick down into her belly as he swung 
the crop down again and again, lashing it across her back and shoulders and 
ass cheeks. 

The girl howled and screamed and cried out in pain, writhing and shaking and 
trying to pull free as he beat her with the crop. But he held her hair 
tightly as he rammed his cock into her guts and spewed out huge wads of 
silvery sperm. 

She clawed at his hand and he yelped as her nails dug into his skin. He 
jerked his hand free and slashed the crop down across her shoulders again. 

"Bitch! Fucking whore!" he ranted. 

He dragged her out of bed by the hair. Her arms wind milled as she lost her 
balance and fell to her knees. He dragged her along the floor by the hair, 
then stopped, pulling her roughly to her feet. He gripped her slim wrists in 
his hand as he stood behind her, raising them above her head. 

He snapped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, locking them together in front 
of her, then lifted her up a few inches, sliding the link across a hook 
hanging from a chain. He let go and she gasped as she swayed and turned in 
circles on the end of the chain. He stepped back and looked at her with 
wide, excited eyes. 

He loved the way she looked, her body taut, her arms high above her, her 
legs dangling below. Her whimpers and groans were music to his ears as he 
slid his hand down to his crotch and squeezed his prick. 

"Dirty piece of cunt meat," he yelled. "You scratched me!" 

He picked up the riding crop and slashed it down against her back. She 
screamed and her body swung wildly. He held up the crop, waiting for her 
back to swing around again, then whipped it down again. Again she howled in 
pain, swinging and swaying and sobbing in agony. 

The crop made a loud, dangerous hiss as it moved through the air. It struck 
Amy's buttocks, making her scream again. He only laughed. He swung the crop 
down again and again, raising angry red welts on the shrieking girl's 
buttocks and back. 

Each time she swung around and around and he waited for her back to get in 
range again. Then, he decided not to wait. He swung quickly as her front 
faced him and the crop slashed into her left breast, cutting it in half and 
sinking down to her ribs. 

She screamed so loudly he jumped back a bit in shock, then his cock gave a 
hard pulse and he stepped in again, waiting. Again he swung the crop down, 
this time cutting it across her right tit, striking right across the nipple. 

She screamed wildly, shaking and dancing and writhing frantically on the 
chain. He laughed in excitement. 

"See what you get for scratching me, whore?" he sneered. 

He swung again and again, striking whatever was pointed at him, ass, back, 
tits, belly. It didn't matter so long as she screamed and danced. 

Finally he stopped, his arm tired. Amy was hardly screaming at all by then, 
just groaning with each new blow. He pulled her off the hook and let her go. 
She fell to the ground, whimpering and shaking, her white flesh criss 
crossed on all sides with red welts. 

"You'll learn to obey me, whore," he growled. 

He gripped her hair again, his other hand going beneath her belly and 
heaving her up to her knees. He shoved her face down against the floor as he 
raised her ass up, then dropped to his knees behind her. 

"Dirty little sluts," he hissed. "All think you're so special, think your 
cunts are made of gold." He shook her head from side to side, slapping his 
hand against her ass. 

"Well, you ain't special here, now are you?" 

He took his stiff cock and pushed it against the girl's pussy, then thrust 
deep into her tender pink tunnel, ramming in as hard as he could. His hands 
gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to use her as fast and 
brutally as he could. 

His hips slammed into her buttocks as he stabbed his cock into her again and 
again and again. He rip-sawed his fuck meat back and forth inside her, using 
it as a weapon, wanting to hurt her with it, fucking the whimpering, moaning 
girl with all his strength. 

"Take it! Take it you whore! Take this up your cunt pipe! Slut! Fucking 
cheap whore!" 

His hips struck her with a jarring blow, ramming into her with force that 
actually hurt him. Still he fucked harder, piercing her guts with his angry 
red fuck stick, spiking it deep into her with vengeful fury. 

Then he came, spurting wad after wad inside her, thinking of it as acid, 
burning down into her body. He growled in exultation as his cum shot down 
into the girl, excited beyond measure by her passive response. 

"This is just the start, slut," he panted. "Just the start." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

While the girl lay moaning on the bed, he left her, going upstairs and 
making use of his VCRs there to edit the tapes he'd shot of her the other 
day. He spliced the scenes together, making her look like a total whore 
fucking herself for the camera. 

Then, being careful there were no prints on the tape, he drove back to her 
own city and mailed the tape to the police, who were no doubt looking for 
her. He was sure the cops who saw it would jerk off like mad while watching. 

He picked up several local papers and read about the girl's disappearance, 
snickering to himself as they speculated about her fate. Then he drove back 
home, thinking of all the things he could do to the no-good little tramp. 

He shoved open the steel door and stepped inside, leering at the girl as she 
looked up at him in fear. 

"Feeling good, slut?" he asked. 

"Noooo," she whimpered. 

"You mean no, sir, don't you?" He bit off the words. 

"Yes ... I mean, no sir," she gulped. 

"Get over here. Crawl over to me." 

She moaned as she slowly eased herself off the bed and onto her knees. She 
crawled across the floor and stopped just in front of him. He looked down at 
he with a smug expression. He lifted his right foot, prodding at her with 
the shoe. 

"Lick my shoes clean, slut," he sniffed. She gulped and sniffled, but slowly 
bent her face over his feet. She bent low and slid her tongue out against 
his right shoe, lapping at it as he watched. His gaze roamed over her, from 
her lapping tongue to her welt covered torso. 

His cock pulsed with pleasure. 

She licked all over his shoe, then he raised it up and she licked the 
bottom, including the heel, sniffling and whimpering as she did. 

"Stupid whore," he sniffed. "Take off my clothes." 

Her hands trembling, she undid the laces of his shoes and took them off one 
by one, then removed his socks. She stood up, her eyes filled with fear as 
she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then she undid his pants and pulled 
them down. 

"This is for you, whore," he said, running his fist up and down his boner. 

He stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back, snapping the 
cuffs together. She whimpered but held still. He stepped back around in 
front of her and looked down. 

"Now suck me off, you cunt-faced twat," he snarled. 

He gripped her hair, bunching it up at the side of her head, then pulled her 
up and against his boner. She opened her mouth and gulped it in, sucking 
hurriedly, no doubt wanting to please him. He felt the power in his position 
and reveled in it. 

He held the girl's hair as she slid her lips up and down on his cock, 
bunching it tight together so it pulled against his scalp even though he 
didn't try to move her head. 

She put a lot of energy into her sucking, whipping her tongue up and down 
his shaft as she worked. But he was almost more excited by the fear evident 
in her eagerness than in what her mouth was doing. 

"That's it you cunt, suck it. You're real good at this, aren't you, had lots 
of experience. What did you charge all the boys at school, hmmmm?" 

He jerked her head back by the hair and she cried out in pain. 

"How much did you charge the boys for a blow job?" he demanded. 

"Nothing," she sobbed. 

"You mean you gave it away? I don't believe that. You charged them for it. 
didn't you!" He jerked her head back and forth by the hair and she yelled in 
pain. 

"What'd you charge, whore?" 

"Ahhhhh!" 

"Tell me!" he growled. 

"Twenty dollars!" she cried, saying the first sum that came to mind. 

"Lying cunt! Who'd pay a worthless, ugly, stinking little slut like you 
twenty dollars? You charged a nickel, didn't you?" Again he jerked her head 
back and forth and she screamed in pain. 

"Yes! Yes!" she howled. He jerked her face forward against his cock again, 
jamming his prick into her and slamming it forward as hard as he could. His 
hard cock knob rammed against the back of her mouth and punched right down 
her throat. 

He gasped in surprise and pleasure as he felt his cock sliding down her 
throat. The girl squirmed and thrashed against him but he easily held her in 
place as he buried his cock between her lips. She struggled frantically but 
he only chuckled in delight, slowly fucking her throat. 

"Yeah! Oh Yeah!" he gasped. "That's the way! That's how to do it, slut." 

He ran his stiff prick back and forth in her throat, ignoring her muffled 
moans and screams, rodding his cock harder and harder in her throat. Her 
face turned white, then red, then blue. He slid his cock out then, not 
wanting her to faint. 

"How did you like that, slut? How'd you like the taste of man meat?" 

She coughed and choked and panted for breath as he laughed at her. He jerked 
her head back again and pushed his cock against her lips. 

"Get ready to swallow my cock again, whore," he sneered. 

"Please," she whimpered. He prodded her lips but she kept her mouth shut. 

"Open your mouth, you cheap, cock-hungry slut," he growled. 

He jerked her head around by the hair, then slapped her face. Still she kept 
her mouth closed. Cursing, he let go of her hair and instead clamped both 
hands around her slender throat. 

"Want to do it the hard way, whore? Think you can stop me doing what I 
want?" 

He watched her face as it turned red, then blue again. She struggled against 
him but he pushed her down on the floor, holding both hands around her 
throat. He watched her desperate eyes bulge out as she writhed below him. 

Then they rolled back in her head. 

He let go of her throat, snickering to himself. He made sure she was 
breathing again, then shoved her legs back against her chest, thrust his 
cock into her furry little cunt opening, and fucked wildly for about a 
minute before dumping his sperm in her belly. 

He went back upstairs, leaving her on the floor. A little while later he 
watched on the TV as she woke and crawled over to the bed, curling up in a 
ball, whimpering. 

He gave her a half hour, then went down again. She scurried back on the bed 
as she saw him and he smiled inwardly. 

"Come here, slut. We're going to do a little more throat fucking." 

"Please don't, Mister," she begged. "I'll do anything else you want." 

"You'll do anything I want. Anything! Now get your filthy little ass over 
here or I'll strangle you, and this time I won't ease up." 

Shaking, she slid forward out of bed. 

"Crawl to me, whore," he barked. 

Her hands were still cuffed behind her back so it wasn't easy, but she did 
as he ordered, slithering on her belly and breasts across the floor to him. 

"Lick my feet and toes," he said. 

Sniffing, she licked at his toes, running her warm, soft, wet tongue all 
over and between them, then over his ankle and under his heel. His cock 
started to harden and soon was bulging with lust again. 

"That's enough." 

He pulled her to her knees by the hair, then prodded at her mouth with his 
cock. Resigned, she opened her mouth and he pushed his cock inside. He felt 
the back of her mouth with his cockhead, knocking against it several times 
as she choked. 

Then he thrust forward, ramming his cockhead through and into her throat. 
She squirmed helplessly as his cock slid down her throat. He drove it in to 
the balls, loving the look on her face as his balls hung over her lips. 

"Suck on that, you ugly little bitch," he leered. 

He pumped his cock up and down her throat, loving the tightness as her 
throat chewed on his boner. He pulled it out only when it looked like she 
would begin to faint, rubbing the wet shaft and head against her face as she 
caught her breath. 

Then he forced it back down her throat again, pumping harder and harder. 
Just as he was about to cum he tore it free, squeezing the shaft as his scum 
shot out and splattered against her face. She closed her eyes against the 
rain of white drops striking her face. 

He rubbed his cock over her face again, smearing the sperm all over her 
skin, then he flung her back, grumbling in pleasure. 

"Not bad, cunt face. You'll get better after you've done that a thousand 
times or so." 

She lay on her back, whimpering and panting for breath. 

"Spread your legs, whore," he ordered. 

She opened her knees, spreading them apart. 

"Wider. Wider!" 

She spread her knees as far as she could get them, the tendons in her thighs 
aching. He looked down at her cunt with interest. He went upstairs again 
without a word, returning a minute later. The girl had already returned to 
the bed. 

"Get your skinny ass over here," he snapped. 

She jumped up and dropped to her knees but he motioned her to her feet. She 
shuffled across to the table where he was standing and he twisted her around 
so her ass was against it, then shoved her back across it. 

"Spread your legs apart, whore," he said. 

She did and he began to clip off her pubic hair with the scissors he held. 
He snipped it close then took out the razor. He was about to use the shaving 
cream he had brought but then laughed and tossed it away. 

He brought the razor down against her pussy hair and started to scrape the 
hair away. She cried out in pain, jerking back but he cuffed her hard. 

"Stay still, whore," he snarled. 

Dry, her crotch ached fiercely as he scraped the razor across her pussy 
hair. The razor worked fine on dry hair, though from the way she yelped and 
moaned and sobbed it didn't feel any too good. Her legs jerked and twitched 
and bounced but didn't try to close. She knew better. 

"Pull your legs back," he ordered, shoving her legs back against her chest. 
She held them there as he shaved her cunt crack and all around it, removing 
every trace of hair. 

He rubbed his hand over her smooth, soft flesh, ignoring her whimpering, not 
caring if it stung, if she go razor burn. 

"Now that looks nice," he said. "Feels nice too." 

He shoved his finger into her cunt crack and wiggled it around, pressing 
against one side, then the other, sliding it back and forth in her fuck 
channel. 

"I bet you had a thousand cocks down here already, haven't you?" 

"No," she whispered. 

He glared at her and she shrank back. 

"Yes," she gulped. 

"Slut." 

He dragged her forward off the table and threw her down on her knees. Her 
head struck the floor and she groaned, dazed. 

"Raise that ass higher," he snarled. 

She stuck her ass up, then, at another yell, spread her legs apart. She 
didn't see him putting on one of his shoes, or turning back to her. She was 
too wrapped up in her own misery and pain. 

He slammed his boot directly into her cunt with such force her ass swung up 
and she somersaulted, falling down on her back with her head towards him. 
She gurgled insanely, flopping and bouncing on the floor, her legs jerking 
spasmodically as the pain tore through her guts and mind. 

He moved around to the other side, prodding her legs apart. She wasn't 
thinking, bleary, dizzy, nauseous, dazed with pain. Opening her legs was 
what she instinctively wanted to do to ease the nausea and agony in her 
crotch. She hardly even noticed him above her. 

Her legs were far apart again as he stepped back then leapt forward, 
slamming his foot into the soft, fleshy cunt mound. There was a sickening 
thud of flesh being crushed. Her body arched back, legs flying up and apart, 
then falling heavily to the floor. 

She bounced and jerked as though in a seizure. He watched in glee. 

"Stuck up little slut," he muttered. "Don't feel so hot now, do you." 

He gripped her hair and dragged the girl back to her knees. Despite the pain 
she made no effort to rise, her arms at her side and her eyes dull as he 
held her by the hair. He gripped her under one arm and hauled her to her 
feet, shoving her face down across the table. 

He uncuffed her wrists then fastened a pair of thick studded leather cuffs 
on in their place. Each cuff had a metal ring embedded in it. He lifted the 
moaning girl's legs up and fastened similar leather cuffs to her ankles, 
then dragged her off the table. 

He half dragged, half carried her across the room, to a framework of two by 
fours he'd set up. It was little more than a square frame bolted to the 
floor. Chains were fixed to all four corners. He placed the girl in it, 
raising one arm and attaching the cuff to the chain there. 

He took her by the other arm then, lifting the wrist up to the far corner 
and slipping the catch over the ring of her cuff. She dangled loosely, her 
rubbery legs bent beneath her. 

He moved to the side of the framework and turned a small wheel, pulling the 
chain through a hole in the frame, which lifted her arm up higher. He moved 
to the other side of the frame and pulled another wheel, tightening that 
chain. 

Now she hung straight, her toes barely touching the floor, her arms pulled 
up and apart. He moved behind her, taking one slim ankle and pulling it 
wide. He attached the ring to the lower chain on that side, then repeated 
the act with her other ankle. 

Again he turned the wheels until she was pulled so tight she couldn't move 
anything but her head. Her body hung in mid-air, arms and legs wide. He 
stepped in front of her and rubbed her puffy cunt mound. 

"You'll like this, whore girl," he said. 

He slid a belt around her waist, then picked up a long thin metal tube. He 
rubbed her rounded buttocks, then slid the tube against her asshole and 
forced it up into her rectum. She moaned and whimpered but could not resist. 

He slid it in deep, then took the leather strap that dangled from the end 
and tied it to the back of her belt. He picked up a second metal tube and 
slid it up into her naked fuck crack, pushing it up hard even when he felt 
it hit the bottom of her fuck box, watching her moan and squirm. 

He tied the leather strap to the front of her belt, then rolled over a 
little cart. He carefully attached a wire to the tube sticking out of her 
ass, then did the same for the other one. He snickered as he moved in front 
of her and held up a wire attached to an alligator clip. 

"This is gonna sting," he giggled. 

He bent and sucked steadily on her left nipple for long seconds, then pulled 
his head back, slid the clip over it and let it go. It snapped shut, the 
harsh metal teeth digging into her soft, sensitive nipple. 

She cried out in pain, sobbing piteously, straining against the bonds 
holding her. He only laughed, taking another alligator clip and snapping 
that over her right nipple. He took a third wire and got down on his knees 
in front of her, his fingers prying her pussy lips apart. 

He found her clitty and pushed the clip in against it, getting the teeth on 
either side, then letting them bite down on it. She screamed in agony, her 
body shaking and jerking in pain as the teeth pinched her clit. 

Tired of her screams he punched her in the belly, hard. She gasped, then 
hiccupped, then moaned long and low. 

"Dumb cunt," he sniffed. 

He turned on a machine that sat on the cart and began to play with the 
switches, watching the dials. Electricity hissed down the wires to her 
nipples, making them tingle. He held it at low voltage for a while, sending 
the same amount of power to her clitty, her cunt and her rectum. 

"We're going to play twenty questions," he told her. "Whenever you get a 
question wrong you'll feel this." His hand twisted one of the knobs sharply 
and she shriek as thousands of watts of electricity chewed on her nipples. 

She shook and thrashed in agony as the electricity continued to rip and burn 
through her aching tit mounds. Then he turned the knob back and she went 
limp, sobbing weakly. 

"Ready for the questions? Not answering counts as a wrong answer by the 
way." 

She groaned in response. 

"First question: What are you? Five seconds for the answer." 

"I ... I'm a dirty fucking slut," she gasped. 

"Correct." 

She moaned in relief. 

"Second question: How many cocks have you sucked?" 

"Hundreds and hundreds," she gasped. 

He turned the knob sharply and electricity surged up the pipe and into her 
anus. She howled maniacally, shaking and thrashing through the maddening 
curtain of pain. Her body shook and shuddered and danced in the chains as he 
looked on. 

He turned the knob back to low, smiling. 

"The correct answer was, thousands. Actually, I would have accepted anything 
over a thousand. Now then, your next question: What are teenage girls made 
for?" 

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Uhhhh ... fu ... fucking?" 

"Correct. That is what teenage girls were made for. Any that isn't getting 
fucked on a regular basis is betraying God, and must, like you, be 
punished." 

"Next question: What is your favorite fantasy?" 

"My ... my ... uhhh ... uhhhh ... AAAAAAARRGGGGHHHHH!" 

"Took too long," he chided her, turning watching her howl and dance as the 
electricity bit into her clitty. He kept her shaking and shrieking for long, 
long seconds before turning the knob back. She went limp, her eyes glassy. 

"Your favorite fantasy is to get gang banged by the football team. That's 
every teenage girl's fantasy. Next question: Why do teenage girls wear tight 
pants?" 

Amy hardly heard him, and answering was beyond her even if she could get her 
mind to work. Seconds later the electricity ripped into her asshole, 
throwing her hips forward. Jack quickly jerked that knob back and twisted 
the one leading to her cunt, sending electricity sizzling up into her fuck 
crack. 

Her ass was thrown back and he twisted that knob again. He turned all five 
knobs and watched the electricity fry the little blonde's brain. She 
thrashed and gurgled and shook and babbled hysterically, her body spasming 
and shaking and writhing madly. 

He turned the dials down to low and watched her head sink down. He twisted 
the knob leading to her cunt, sending a blast of power up into her fuck box. 
She screamed again, the sound a hideous wail of agony and misery. 

He turned the power down then shot more into her clit, then turned that 
down. He shifted one dial after the other, in no pattern. The electricity 
ripped into her from every direction, first her cunt, then her left tit, 
then her asshole, then her clit, then her right tit, then her asshole again, 
then both tits. 

She was blown unconscious and he sniffed in disappointment. He turned the 
power on all five wires back to low and shuffled back upstairs, leaving her 
like that. 

After a while she woke ... to pain. She moaned weakly, unable to move 
anything but her head. She hung there in a semi-conscious state, breathing 
raggedly. Every part of her body ached, especially her cunt, which had been 
shaved while dry, kicked, raped, and electrocuted. 

The sharp biting teeth of the alligator clip still bit down on her clitty, 
and her shaking and jerking had only made the clip pull harder as she 
bounced the wire up and down. 

She let her head fall forward, her eyes closed. Her mind was shattered, 
blasted by the pain and misery and humiliation. She didn't care anymore, 
didn't care about anything, hardly even thought about anything but her pain. 

She wasn't sure when she became aware of the pleasure, or where it was 
coming from. It was a steady, pulsing, throbbing pleasure, seemingly coming 
from nowhere and everywhere. She didn't recognize what it was, but her dazed 
mind welcomed the respite from pain. 

She moaned weakly, her body twitching and shaking a little. Her hips 
trembled, and then slowly moved back and forth, unconsciously humping 
forward against the big vibrator purring away inside her pussy. 

He turned up the power a little, and though at first she gave a little cry 
of pain, her body adjusted to it, and the electricity began to burn her with 
pleasure again. Her body trembled harder. 

Her mind was still only semi-conscious, yet her body was now shaking and 
boiling with pleasure and lust. Freed of the misery inhabiting her mind, her 
body rejoiced in the pleasure pouring through it. 

She finally began to wake enough to recognize the sensations her body was 
experiencing. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped in surprise and confusion. 
She pulled her head up and back, panting for breath, her body burning with 
pain. 

But the pleasure was uppermost, and growing. She whimpered in denial, not 
wanting to feel this kind of pleasure, not like this, not here. She looked 
around and saw him standing behind her. She groaned in denial, trying 
desperately to repress the feelings inside her. 

But she could not. They were already too strong, and as he watched she 
pulled her head far back, her body stiffening, then shuddering as an orgasm 
boiled through it. Her pelvis humped out again and again as the orgasm 
roared through her skull. 

Then she went limp, weeping in misery and humiliation. 

"Dirty little whore," he sniggered. "Fucking the metal cocks and cumming 
like a slut." 

He reached over and turned the dials, sending the voltage blasting through 
her. She shrieked in agony, her body vibrating like a tuning fork. Then she 
lost consciousness again. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Amy looked up quickly as the door opened. 

"Crawl over here, whore," he ordered. 

She got out of bed and crawled over to him, her face white and tear 
streaked, anxious and fearful. Angry, cruel welts criss crossed her body. 

"Turn around, twat," he sneered. 

She turned, presenting him with her ass and shaved pussy. He was already 
naked, and dropped down to his knees behind her. He rubbed his cockhead up 
and down against her cunt cleft several times, feeling it harden with each 
passing second, then he forced the head inside and thrust hard. 

She gasped in pain, but clenched her teeth and held herself up. His hands 
gripped her hips as he began to fuck her with long, hard strokes. He fucked 
for less than a minute, then slid his cock out. 

"Guess what I'm gonna do now, slut." 

She said nothing, though she closed her eyes briefly. He slapped her ass and 
she yelped in pain. 

"I said to guess!" he snarled. 

"Fuck me?" She gulped. 

"I'm gonna fuck you up the ass," he said with glee. 

Amy paled, her eyes widening. She closed her eyes then, trembling, knowing 
no protest would help her. He pressed his finger against her asshole and 
jammed it inside. Amy bit her lip to keep from crying out as he rammed the 
digit up her ass. 

He wiggled it around inside her, giggling and snickering, pumping it back 
and forth. Then he pulled it out and placed his cock against her anus. 

"Round little asses like yours need to get cocks stuffed up them," he said. 
"Remember all those times you wagged your ass around in tight pants? Well 
this is what you get for it, slut. You get yourself butt-fucked!" 

He was far from gentle. He forced his cockhead into her anus and then pushed 
it in as hard and fast as he could. Amy whimpered and grunted in pain, but 
made no attempt to resist him. She hadn't thought anything could be more 
humiliating than having to masturbate in front of him, but she'd been wrong. 

His cock thrust deep into her rectum, ripping in and out as he worked it 
even deeper. Then his hips were slapping cruelly against her buttocks as he 
skewered her asshole with his bulging cock. He rutted furiously, gripping 
her hips tightly to keep her in place as his hips smashed against her ass 
cheeks. 

Amy's reamed out ass felt numb and raw and burned with pain, but she could 
do nothing but kneel there and take it, trying desperately to focus her mind 
on something else, on a bird flying, or a sailboat moving over the water, 
anything but the terrible man raping her asshole. 

It went on and on and on, until Amy was sure that any second she would 
scream in denial and tear herself free, despite what would come after. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours he increased the speed of his rutting, 
and then halted with a groan, after spewing out his evil seeds. Amy was 
nauseous at the thought of his sperm bubbling up into her asshole, and 
pushed the idea away. 

"That's the first time, whore. From now on you'll get butt-fucked on a 
regular basis. An ass like yours needs to get itself reamed." 

He pulled his softening cock free then got to his feet. Amy didn't move. 

"Stand up, whore." 

"Yes, sir," she whispered, getting to her feet, swaying slightly. 

He had brought a bag with him, a bag that clinked. He opened it and drew out 
a thick metal collar, then slid it around her throat and locked it tightly 
together. He pulled out a matching pair of thick metal bracelets, fitting 
each around one wrist, then pressing them together so they locked tight. 

A second pair of metal bracelets, thick, heavy, smooth except for a key hole 
and a ring sticking out, were put around her ankles and locked tightly. He 
hummed as he worked, as though he were working on a hobby, something ... 
some thing, he enjoyed. 

In a burst of insight she realized he didn't see her as a human being at 
all. She was a plaything, a creature for enjoyment, to do with whatever he 
wished. 

He held up something and leered at her. 

"Know what this is, slut?" 

"No, sir," she said. 

It looked like one of his sex toys, pink and plastic and smooth. It was 
narrow and rounded at the tip, but thickened considerably at the end. It was 
only a couple of inches long, and attached to it was something that looked 
like a raccoon tail, only softer. 

"This is a butt plug. It goes up your asshole. Bend over and grab your 
ankles." 

She obeyed at once and felt the thing pressing against her asshole. She 
spread her legs to ease the pain as he jammed it inside her. It pushed in 
completely, so her asshole was able to close again. The tail stuck out 
through her asshole, however. 

"Stand up, cunt," he said. 

She rose and the tail hung down out of her asshole. It was about a foot 
long, soft and flexible. It brushed against her thighs as she stood there. 

"Get on all fours, like the dirty little slut dog you are," he said. 

"Yes, sir," she whispered, dropping onto all fours. 

He fitted a leash to the ring in her collar, then walked her slowly around 
the room, making her wag her tail, making her sit, and kneel, and lie down, 
and roll over and play dead, making her lick his toes and feet, then making 
her lie on her back and masturbate. 

"What do you like more than anything in the world?" he asked. 

"To be fucked, sir," she said. 

"Hard." 

"Yes, sir, to be fucked hard. I'm a dirty slut, sir." 

"How much do you charge for a fuck?" 

"Five cents, sir." 

"How many men have you fucked?" 

"Thousands and thousands," she said dully. 

"Call me ... Daddy," he said. 

"Yes, Daddy," she said. 

"Come and suck Daddy's cock." 

"Yes, Daddy," she sighed. 

She crawled up to him then rose and began licking at his cock. She slipped 
her lips around it and took it into her mouth, then began to suck and lick 
on it, trying to get it hard again ... so he could rape her again. He moved 
behind her, pulling her arms up behind her back and linking the bracelets 
together like handcuffs, then moved in front and let her resume her sucking. 

After long minutes he got hard and rammed his cock down her throat, fucking 
her face, nearly choking her as he rutted his cock up and down her throat. 
He pulled his cock out and pumped it in his hand, holding her hair as his 
cum spewed out into her face. 

"Open your mouth, whore!" he yelled. 

She opened it and he directed the last of his gunk into her mouth, then 
sighed and rubbed the slimy cock all over her face. 

"Keep your mouth wide," he directed, laying the end of his cock over her 
lower lips, dropping the head on her tongue. 

"Remember the whipping you got yesterday?" 

She nodded slightly, unable to talk with his cock in her mouth. 

"Remember the electric shocks?" 

She nodded again. 

"Want me to do it again, only worse?" 

"NGhhoooo," she said awkwardly. 

"Then you do exactly what I say. I want you to swallow my piss. I'm gonna 
piss in your mouth and you are gonna drink it down." 

At first she thought he must be making a joke, but she realized almost 
immediately that he was serious. Her mind exploded, her heart pounding, her 
stomach threatening to turn over. He was going to piss in her mouth!! 

She wanted to jerk away, to crawl under the bed and scream and howl. But she 
knew what he would do then. He would hook her up to that machine. He would 
hang her from her wrists again and whip her breasts and back and ass. She 
couldn't take that again. She'd go insane. 

It was all so unfair, she despaired. Why her? What had she done to deserve 
this? 

Then she felt the first moisture, and cringed inwardly. It trickled into her 
mouth, a warm, acid liquid. She would have thrown up had she anything in her 
stomach, but her terror made her swallow. She choked and coughed and her 
throat burned as it went down, but she kept swallowing as more and more piss 
came out of his prick and sprayed into her mouth. 

He pulled his cock out suddenly, and the stream of piss splashed against her 
face, then against her breasts. He held his cock in his hand, directing the 
stream of piss against her face and tits and then her pussy, laughing as he 
pissed on her. 

He put his cock back in her mouth just as the last of his piss dribbled out, 
and she swallowed it down, then licked and sucked on his cock as ordered. 

"Good girl," he sneered. "You'll get to drink a lot of Daddy's piss from now 
on, so get used to it." 

Then, for no reason at all, he bent her over and began to spank her ass 
hard. She sobbed and bawled in pain and misery as his hand turned her aching 
buttocks an angry red. Then he walked out, locking her in again. She lay on 
her side for a long time, whimpering and crying, then crawled to her feet 
and staggered back to the bed. 

* * * 

She was sleeping the next time he came in. He moved quietly over to the bed 
and gazed down at her. She was lying on her side, her back to him, partly 
curled in a fetal position. Her wrists were still bound behind her, and the 
tail stuck out of her asshole. 

He slid his hand in between her thighs and squeezed her pussy. She started 
awake, jerking around to face him with wide, frightened eyes. 

"Glad to see you're awake, pussy," he said. "I brought you a present." 

He opened a box and showed her what looked like rings. She realized then 
that they were earrings, round and gold. 

"What do you say, pussy?" 

"Thank you, Daddy," she gulped. 

"Do you know why there's five of them?" 

"No, Daddy." 

"You'll find out," he snickered. He moved over to a wooden beam, like a saw 
horse, that was standing next to the wall. 

"Come here, pussy." 

"Yes, Daddy," she gulped, getting out of bed and staggering unevenly over to 
him. He spun her around and unclipped her wrists, then clipped them together 
again in front of her. He pushed her back against the beam. He ordered her 
legs spread wide, then clipped the metal bracelets around her ankles to 
small chains on the sides of the beam thing. 

He moved around to the other side of the beam then gripped her hair, pulling 
her backwards over the beam. She gasped in pain as the beam dug into her 
spine, but he ignored it, forcing her further back, bowing her back 
painfully. 

He gripped her locked wrists and pulled them up above her head, then back 
down behind the beam, forcing her back even harder. 

"Please," she panted. "Please! You're hurting me!" 

"Good." 

He chained her wrists to the base of the beam rig near the floor. She was 
bent far, far back over the beam, her legs side, her back arched almost 
enough to snap. She whimpered and groaned in pain and discomfort. 

He whistled as he moved around her. He came back and she raised her head to 
see what he was doing. He pinched her right nipple hard, then pulled it 
outward from her breast. 

She saw then that he was holding something in his other hand. 

"Noooo! Don't! Pleeeeasee! Please don't hurt me!" she sobbed. 

"This won't hurt much," he chided her. 

He pulled a small pair of pliers from his back pocket and crushed them down 
on the tip of her nipple, stretching it out. She screamed and thrashed 
weakly, unable to move much without agonizing pain to her back. 

He pressed the needle he held against the side of her nipple, going slowly 
rather than fast, in no hurry. She screamed again and again, the pain 
tearing at her breast, but more than that the terror making her heart pound. 

He forced the needle all the way through her nipple and out the other side, 
whistling as he pulled it in and out, slid it back and forth. Finally he 
pulled it free, then, still holding the pliers tightly, he set down the 
needle and picked up one of the earrings. 

He slid the ring through the hole in her nipple, then closed it and let her 
nipple go. It burned as though it had been set on fire. Amy sobbed as he 
fingered the ring, sliding it through the holed nipple. He seized her other 
nipple then, pinching it with his fingers. 

He rubbed and pinched and tugged on the nipple, then let it go, bent, and 
began to lick and suck it. He worked his tongue around on the little pink 
bud, then drew back, sighing. He picked up the pliers and snapped them 
closed. 

Amy cried out again, her taut frame shaking and straining as he pulled her 
nipple out, then pushed the needle against the side. She yelled and gave a 
loud cry of pain as he jabbed the needle into her nipple and forced it all 
the way through. 

He slid the second ring into her nipple, closing it and admiring the way the 
two round gold rings looked against her straining breasts. 

"Guess where the next ring goes, baby," he grinned. 

He moved around to the other side and cupped her pussy, rubbing and 
squeezing it. He stood there for a moment admiring the view of her 
straining, arching body, legs wide, slit parted, breasts puffed out. 

He dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck at her pussy, driving his 
tongue into the girl's puffy bald slit. He munched and chewed and sucked, 
his hands squeezing her buttocks, holding them like a watermelon as he bit 
down on her snatch. 

He drew back after a minute, sighing in pleasure. He fingered her pussy 
lips, rubbing and squeezing them, then drew the needle out. He squeezed her 
pussy lips pressing his fingers against them, pulling them down, stretching 
the skin. 

Then he pressed the needle against the skin near the very bottom. Amy howled 
and her legs tugged desperately at the chains holding them, shaking the 
framework she was draped across. He pushed harder and the needle dug into 
her cunt lips, sliding in and all the way through, coming out the other 
side. 

"Quit your whining," he said. "You're lucky I'm using real gold." 

He took out the third ring, larger than the previous two, and slid it, first 
through the first lip, then the second, closing it tightly. He gave her 
crotch a quick squeeze then stood up and moved around to the other side. 

He smiled down at her, admiring her face, so pretty despite the tears 
staining it. He bent and licked his tongue over her face, tasting her salty 
tears. Then he pulled her hair hard, forcing her head down and back, 
clutching it very tightly as she wailed in new pain. 

He took the needle in his other hand and pressed it against the skin between 
her nostrils, then jabbed it hard. She howled madly, trying to pull her head 
away. He snickered and held tight, twisting the needle from side to side as 
he forced it deeper. 

He pushed it all the way through and out the other side, then pumped it a 
few times before removing it. 

"Just a nose ring for the cow," he sniggered. 

He attached the fourth ring to her nose then stepped back and sighed in 
pleasure. He watched her for a few seconds, then turned and left the room. 

She lay bent back in awkward misery for several hours before he returned. He 
was humming and smiling as he came over and released her from the beam, 
pushing her forward onto her knees on the floor. 

She was moaning and whimpering, every movement sending agony into her back. 
Never had her back hurt so much. He wasn't gentle though, moving her around 
as he wished, her trembling hands reaching tentatively for her crotch. He 
slipped a key into her collar and removed it, then slipped something else 
around her head and down around her throat. It was a chain, she realized 
dazedly. He jerked it back and it tightened, choking her as it pulled her 
head, then her upper torso up and back. She gasped, her hands jerking up to 
the chain, fingers trying to loosen its pull against her throat. 

He let go and it slackened immediately, but then he grabbed her arms and 
pulled them up hard behind her back. An instant later they were cuffed 
together. 

"Know what this is, whore? It's a choke chain. It's used on stupid fuckin 
dogs that are too dumb to learn any other way. Hear that, dog, bitch dog?" 

He pulled it up and back again, strangling her. 

She squirmed with growing desperation as he snickered and kept the chain 
tight. She forced herself upwards, climbing to her feet in an attempt to 
ease the pressure, but he merely raised the leash higher, holding his hand 
above her head to keep the noose pulling tight against her throat. 

She tried to beg but couldn't get a word out as her head throbbed and her 
face heated up. The throbbing grew worse and worse and her vision started to 
blur. Then he let it go, slipping a finger into the now loose chain to pull 
it away from her throat. 

She drew in great gasps of air as he stood back and admired the rise and 
fall of her chest. 

"I swear your tits get bigger every day," he sighed, reaching out and 
fondling one. He twirled her around and unlinked her bracelets, or 
handcuffs, or whatever they were. 

"Now, get down on all fours, bitch dog." 

Still dazed, she half fell to her knees, almost automatically spreading her 
legs. 

"Now we'll train you like the bitch dog you are," he said. "I'll walk and 
you crawl along at my side, just behind me. When I say sit, you kneel, 
sitting on your heels with your hands on your thighs and your knees apart." 

He pushed her down and showed her what he wanted. 

"When I say kneel, you push up off your heels, back straight, arms at your 
sides." He pulled up on the leash, tugging at her throat as she rose. 

"Good, slut. Now, when I say beg, you raise your paws up like a dog." 

He demonstrated, holding her arms up and hands out like a begging dog. 

And so he walked her around the room. Amy crawled quickly, despite the pain 
to her knees, needing to keep up with him or face strangulation on the choke 
chain. She wagged her tail from side to side as she moved, just as she'd 
been ordered, knelt, begged, rolled over, and licked his hands and feet and 
balls. 

Then she spread her legs and he mounted her, jamming his cock into her cunt 
crack and ramming it deep into her belly. 

"Let me hear how good it feels," he panted. "Tell me how you love it, slut. 
Tell me how fucking great my cock is. Tell me how hot and horny you are." 

That was too many orders for her to understand. Her mind was half numb and 
she couldn't seem to understand what exactly he wanted her to say. 

"Let me hear you grunt and whine like a bitch in heat!" he snapped, slapping 
her ass hard. 

"UHhhnnng!" she groaned, thinking now of how she'd had to moan and groan 
while he took videos of her jerking off. 

"OH! Oh! Oh! OH! Yes! Yes! Ohhh! Unghhh! Yess! Unnghh!" she groaned. 

"Beg for it!" 

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

"Daddy!" 

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me hard, Daddy! Fuck my cunt, Daddy!" she cried, as he 
rammed his tool into her with violent humping motions. 

"Move back against me. And shake your head around like you love it!" 

She humped back against him, meeting his harsh thrusts with her own humps, 
shaking her head from side to side and up and down as she yelped and whined 
and grunted and moaned in simulated pleasure. 

"Slut! Fucking whore slut!" he screamed, slapping her ass cheeks repeatedly 
as he skewered her little cunt tunnel. 

His face was crazed as he hammered into her cunt and ass, his strokes 
slamming into her so hard it was hurting him. 

"Beg for it, whore! Beg for it up the asshole!" 

"Please fuck me, Daddy!" she whined, sobbing against the pain. "Fuck my 
asshole, Daddy!" 

"You want me to butt-fuck you, slut?" 

"Yes! Oh Yes! Please butt-fuck me, Daddy! Please butt-fuck me!" 

He tore his cock out of her crack and grabbed her tail, ripping the plug out 
of her asshole. She screamed at the pain, then her eyes bulged as he spiked 
his cock all the way up her ass to the balls in one violent thrust. 

She reared back on her knees, like a horse pawing the air, her mouth working 
like a fish as she clawed at the air. He cursed and slapped the back of her 
hair, knocking her back onto her hands as he started pounding his tool up 
her anus. 

"Dirty stinking, filthy little fuck-wad! You're nothing but a piece of meat 
for fucking! You're a cheap, mindless slut dog!" 

His cock pistoned inside her ass tube, reaming her out with savage strokes 
as his hands slapped at her head and ass. He gripped the leash and tugged 
back hard, forcing her head up and back, strangling her as he pounded his 
cock up her ass. 

She didn't even try to pry it loose. Her hands remained hanging down as her 
eyes began to bulge and her face changed colors. He let her go and she fell 
on her face on the floor. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he continued 
to ram his bulging fuck wand up her anus. 

"Cunt! Bitch! Dirty little teenage cock tease! Bet you love it! Don't you! 
Don't you!" 

Her knees slid slowly apart and she fell flat on her belly, legs and arms 
out wide, eyes glazed as he fell atop her, his hands coming down against her 
shoulder blades, supporting his upper body as he continued to rip his cock 
up and down in her rectum. 

His ass rose and fell with blinding speed as he used his cock like a knife, 
stabbing her buttery little asshole again and again with all his strength. 
He felt his balls glowing with heat and knew he was close to coming. He 
fought it as long as he could, then howled in pleasure and conquest, his cum 
juice blasting out into her asshole, giving her a sperm enema. 

"Bitch! Take that, bitch! Stuck up little ass waving slut dog!" he screamed, 
pumping wads of silvery cum juice into her bowels. 

He slowed finally, panting for breath, then slid down, laying atop her, 
gasping for breath. His cock slowly softened and his breath came back. He 
felt a familiar pressure inside and continued to lay atop her as piss came 
out of his cock. 

It was a good long piss, and he sighed happily as he poured it into the 
teenager's reamed out asshole. Finally he pulled out and yawned. He crawled 
forward, gripped a thick mass of her hair and wiped his cock off. Then he 
got up and yawned again, then, after kicking her once in the side, he went 
upstairs and left her on the floor. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

He left the door open on purpose the next day. He stayed in the living room, 
one eye on the television, the other on the monitor that watched Amy's 
movements in the bomb shelter. Mostly she just stayed on the bed, staring at 
the ceiling, but now and then she got up and moved around, examining the 
things he had there, or using the toilet. 

Eventually she came to the steel door and noticed it wasn't closed tight. 
She stared at it for a long while, then turned away. She sat on the bed, 
looking nervous, for about ten minutes, then walked back to the door, pulled 
it open a couple of inches, then looked out and looked up the narrow 
stairwell. 

He smiled. 

Again she went back to the bed, looking like she was talking to herself. 
After another ten minutes or so she returned to the door and slipped 
through, disappearing out of his camera range. He grunted in disappointment. 

He waited and waited. About ten minutes later he heard a gurgling scream and 
the lights flickered. He smiled again, then got up and went into the 
kitchen. 

She lay beside the back door, trembling and shaking as she clutched her hand 
in under her arm. 

"Did I forget to tell you the doorknob was electrified? Silly me," he 
sneered. 

She looked up at him tearfully. 

"Now where did you think you were going, slut dog?" 

"Nowhere, Daddy," she whined. 

"You were trying to leave me, now weren't you, slut?" 

"Noooo," she whimpered. 

"Yes, you were. You were trying to escape. You know you're not allowed to do 
that." 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whined. 

"Stop calling me Daddy," he snapped. "Call me ... master." 

"Yes, Master," she gulped. 

"Do you know why you should call me master?" 

"No," she said in a small shaken voice. 

"Because you are a slave. You're my slave. You belong to me. I own you. 
Understand?" 

"Yes, Master," she whimpered. 

"You are my property. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"Then what the fuck do you think you were doing trying to leave?" he 
snarled. 

She shrank back, whimpering. 

"Get back downstairs, whore!" he yelled. 

"Yes, Master!" she squeaked, jumping to her feet and running for the stairs. 

He followed her down the stairs to the basement, then down to the bomb 
shelter. She waited on her knees as he entered, eyes wide and frightened. 

"You have to be punished, slut." 

"Please," she sobbed. "Please, Master! I won't do it again! I promise! 
Please don't hurt me!" 

"I like hurting you, slut. And where's your tail?" 

"I ... I uh ... "she looked around frantically. 

"That tail is to stay in there every minute I'm not fucking your asshole, 
you stinking slut!" 

He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet, dragging her across 
the room. 

"Please, Master! I'm sorry, Master!" 

"And why haven't you washed yourself, slut. You stink!" 

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. 

"Not good enough, whore." 

He led her to the corner, where a wooden beam stood upright on a heavy 
supporting platform. A second beam crossed it at the top, like the letter T. 
He turned her around and pushed her back against it, then pulled each wrist 
out and lay it along the top of the cross beam, locking it in place. 

The beam was, not coincidentally, at exactly the right height for her arms 
to pull straight out to either side. He hummed as he moved behind it, then 
gripped her hair and coiled it together, braiding it loosely. He took a hook 
from a nearby shelf and wound it into her hair as he braided it then pulled 
her hair back. 

She groaned as he kept pulling, forcing her face up to the ceiling, then 
back even further so her head was almost upside down. He fitted the hook in 
a slot in the back of the vertical pole and then moved away. Amy was stuck 
like that, pulled halfway back over the crossbeam. 

Her legs were parted as she sought to balance herself and relief some of the 
pressure on her back and hair, but he shoved them tightly together. He took 
a strap that was nailed to the back of the vertical beam and wrapped it 
around her ankles, pinning them tight to the beam. 

He smiled as he admired how beautiful she looked. Her breasts stuck up and 
out hard and round, the rings glistening. Her ribs stood out beneath them 
and her belly was a concave depression. 

It looked so pretty he slammed his fist into her stomach. She grunted and 
moaned and shook. He smiled, eyes slightly mad. He went to a nearby cupboard 
and took out the riding crop, then a ping pong paddle. He went back to her. 

He put down the crop and raised the paddle, then slapped it down hard on her 
right tit. There was a loud crack of noise, accompanied by a shrill howl of 
pain from Amy. 

"I bet that hurt," he sniggered. 

He slapped it down again, and again, and again, making her tit bounce and 
wobble and shake, turning it red. Amy screamed in agony each time the paddle 
struck, sobbing continuously between screams. 

"You have to learn to obey and not try and escape, slut," he said. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed. 

"Not as sorry as you will be." 

He raised the paddle and slapped it down on her tit again, then again, then 
again and again and again and again. He paused briefly, then swung it again, 
this time on her other tit. More howls of pain rent the air, the sobbing 
grew even louder and more furious as he battered her rounded tit meat with 
the paddle. 

After ten strokes he changed tits, cracking the paddle on the first one for 
another ten. Then he switched back to the other one. 

"Are you sorry you tried to escape, slut?" 

"Ye ... ye ... yeeeessssss!" she sobbed. 

"Will you ever try to escape again?" 

"Nooooooo ... ooooo ... ooooo!" 

"You forgot to say master." 

He slapped the paddle down on her tits for five more strikes each. 

"Are you sorry, slut?" 

"Yeeesss, Maasssteeeerrr!" she bawled. 

"What are you?" 

"A slaaaaveeee," she sobbed. 

"Who owns you, slave?" 

"Yo ... you do, Ma ... massssteeer," she sobbed. 

"You don't sound sorry enough, slave," he sighed. 

"I ammmm! Pleaseeee! Please, Massster!" 

He put down the paddle and picked up the crop, sliding it between his 
fingers, then he slashed it through the air, interrupting her blubbering 
pleas. 

"Please, Massteer! PleeeAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHhhhh!!!" 

He smiled as he watched body thrash and shake and quiver. An angry white 
line split the angry red orb in two. He raised the crop and slashed it down 
again, making an X. He slashed it down again and again and again on the 
poor, wounded tit, making her shriek and howl and wail in mindless horrific 
pain. 

After ten slashes he transferred his attention to her other melon. Her 
screams had started to diminish slightly but picked up again as he changed 
tits. He whipped that one twenty times, then turned back to the first. 

She screamed continuously, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, sometimes 
begging, screaming for mercy, promising him eternal obedience. He ignored 
her. 

"Ready to obey, slut?" 

She continued sobbing. 

"I asked you a question. If you don't want to answer I'll just start again." 

"Pleeeaaaassseeee," she sobbed. 

"Are you ready to obey?" 

"Yesssss, Maaaaaaaaasstteerrrr," she sobbed. 

"Well, I was going to get the electric clips and attach them to your tits 
and clitty again. But we'll see if you can obey without that." 

He moved behind her and pulled the hook out of the slot, pulling her head 
back upright. It swayed dizzily. He kissed her on the mouth, then on the 
cheek. "We'll see if you can obey without that, slut." 

"I ca ... ca ... cannnn," she whimpered. 

He undid the belt, freeing her legs, then unclipped her wrist cuffs and 
helped her away from the beam. She tried to clutch her titties but cried out 
in pain as soon as her fingers touched the beet red melons. 

"Get down on all fours," he ordered. She slid down onto her knees, then fell 
forward onto her hands. Tears still trickled off her face and she whimpered 
in pain. 

"Now, I'm not through punishing you, slut. But, if you're obedient, the rest 
of it won't be too much. It will hurt, but if you don't obey me," He 
hardened his voice "It will hurt ten times more, at least. I'll put your 
back on the beam and whip your tits another fifty times each, then put the 
electric shocks to you, then whip your back and your face! Understand!" 

"Yes, Master," she whimpered. 

"I've even thought about blinding you to make sure you can't escape. You 
want that?" 

"No, Master! Please, Master!" 

"You better obey then." 

"I will! I will!" 

"Then stay right there. I'm going to whip your ass. Every time I hit you I 
want you to say thank you, Master, understand?" 

"Ye ... yes, Master," she gulped. 

"And if you move away I'll tie you down and you'll get just what you deserve 
for being disobedient." 

He slashed the crop down on her cupcake ass and she howled in pain. "Tha ... 
thank you, Master!" she cried. Again it slashed down. Again she screamed in 
pain. 

"Thank you, Master!" she cried. 

The crop lashed her ass again. "Thank you, Master!" she howled. 

Again it slashed into her buttocks. "Thank you, Master," she sobbed. 

Again and again it slashed across her buttocks. She didn't try to move or 
protect her fiercely burning ass cheeks, staying firmly in place as she 
sobbed and thanked him for each stroke. 

"All right, slut. Not bad. Get up and lay on the bed." 

Sobbing, she staggered to her feet and fell forward onto the bed. She cried 
out at the pain as her tits were crushed against her. He slashed the crop 
across her ass. 

"Thank you, Master," She sobbed out. 

"I want you on your ass, you dumb slut!" he yelled. 

She moaned and rolled over, crying out at the pain to her ass now. 

"I want you to pull your legs back, slut. I want you to pull your feet up 
behind your head and hold them there with your arms." 

She groaned in misery as she pulled her legs up and back. She pinned them to 
her chest, then struggled weakly to get first one, then the other up behind 
her head. 

"Hurry up," he snapped. 

Terrified, she forced her ankles behind her head, ignoring the pain as she 
stretched and pulled at ligaments and muscles. He nodded and smiled as he 
saw her winking asshole and gaping cunt maw. They were completely open and 
vulnerable. 

"Now I'm going to whip your cunt," he said. 

She panted and blinked in disbelief. 

"If you hold still it won't be more than a few times. If you try and close 
your legs or protect yourself I'll whip your cunt a hundred times, then your 
tits, then I'll hook you up to the zapper again. Understand?" 

"Please don't, Master," she pleaded. 

"Get ready, slut." 

She braced herself, hyperventilating as she watched and waited in terror. He 
held the crop up high, ready, torturing her with anxiety and anticipation. 

"Ahh, maybe I won't," he said, lowering his arm a bit. Then, as hope sparked 
in her eyes he slashed it down directly into her bald cunt slit. 

The scream was so loud he scrunched up his face and shook his head. Amy 
rocked back and forth, howling in agony as she clutched the backs of her 
knees tightly, keeping her legs up and open. 

He slashed the crop down on her cunt again. She shrieked madly. Again he 
slashed it down on her cunt, then again, then again. Each time it struck 
with a sickening thwack and her howling scream echoed around the room a 
split second later. 

"All right. I forgive you. Come and lick my feet," he said, putting down the 
crop. 

She sobbed furiously, slowly pulling herself apart, rolling onto her side, 
then sliding down off the bed and onto the floor. She crawled forward on her 
belly and gripped his ankle in shaking hands, then kissed it repeatedly. She 
licked her tongue down against his toes and in between as he watched 
benignly. 

"Suck my cock, bitch," he said nicely. 

She crawled up his legs and sucked on his cock, whimpering like a dog as her 
tongue moved over it. Her eyes were wide and her face wet with tears. She 
suckled desperately, eager to please. 

He came and she swallowed it down, then he shoved her back and moved away. 
He went upstairs and closed the door behind him. 

* * * 

He returned some time later. Amy whimpered and crawled off the bed and onto 
the floor. 

"You smell, bitch." 

"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. 

He slapped her face hard, throwing her back onto the floor on her back, then 
kicked her in the cunt. 

"Master! You say master after everything! Do you want another whipping, you 
stupid ignorant fuck pad?!" 

"I'm sorry ... sorry," she sobbed. I'm sorry, master." 

"Come with me, slut pad, and stay on the floor. From now on you crawl 
wherever you have to go. Human beings walk. Slut dogs crawl on all fours. 
Understand, twat?" 

"Yes, Master," she gulped, rubbing her pussy. 

"Let's go." 

He led her through a locked door to an equipment room. There was a generator 
there, along with a heater, air filtration system, water recycler, and other 
gear. The floor was concrete inside. Pipes and vents crossed the ceiling 
overhead. 

He led her over beneath a thick pipe that crossed below the ceiling then 
told her to hold her hands out. He clipped her wrist bands together, then 
tied a rope around them. The rope was already across the pipe. He pulled on 
it until she was forced to raise herself to her feet. 

Then he pulled her off her feet so she was hanging from her wrists, her toes 
trembling a few inches above the floor. He tied off the rope and went over 
to the corner, returning with a garden hose. He turned the nozzle and water 
sprayed out onto the hanging girl, soaking her. 

He sprayed her up and down, then shoved the nozzle up her ass. She squealed 
and kicked her legs, but at a quick slap of his hand on her ass and a nasty 
order, she opened her legs and kept them open as he shot water up into her 
asshole, then shifted the hose and sprayed more water up into her cunt 
crack. 

The water was cold, and when he turned it off she was trembling and 
shivering as she hung there. Her skin glistened wetly as the water dribbled 
down off her. He pulled over a pail and filled it with soapy water, then 
shoved his hand into a sponge-glove. 

He got it all soapy then began to roughly clean her body, staring at her 
wrists, working his way down her arms to her armpits, then around in front 
to her breasts. She moaned and whimpered as he roughly scrubbed her bruised, 
wounded tit orbs, but did nothing to resist. 

He soaped up her back and belly, then scrubbed her crotch and thighs and 
legs all the way down to her feet. He rubbed soapy into her hair and 
scrubbed it, then scrubbed her face. Finally he took a long brush, like a 
pipe cleaner, and shoved it up her cunt. 

She cried out in pain, but clenched her teeth and kept her legs pulled wide 
as he shoved the pipe cleaner up her cunt tube and scrubbed the rough 
bristly brush back and forth inside her. 

He snickered, then pulled it out again and forced it up her asshole. She 
moaned and bit her lip as he scrubbed her asshole. Then he put down the 
brushes, picked up the hose, and washed her down. 

He was, she thought, washing her like she was a car or something, like she 
wasn't human but just a thing. Well, she supposed she was now. She was a 
slave, a whore slut slave. 

She hung limp, dripping as he shoved the hose up her ass and sprayed water 
into her. She grunted and trembled, and slowly opened her legs without being 
asked, though it wasn't necessary. He pulled the hose out and shoved it into 
her cunt opening, shooting water up there. 

Then he turned off the water. She hung limp again, her head down, not caring 
any more what he did to her as long as it didn't hurt too much. 

He left her there for half an hour or so, then returned and let her down. He 
gave her a towel, a hair dryer, and a brush and told her to brush her hair 
nice so she'd look pretty. 

When he returned an hour or so later she was dry, her hair brushed out 
carefully. She crawled off the bed and knelt before him on the floor, 
sitting back on her heels, hands at her sides. 

"Hmmmm," he said. "What should I do with you, cunt?" 

"Whatever you want, Master," she said dully. 

"Should I butt-fuck you?" 

"If you want to, Master." 

He reached down and slid a finger into one of her nipple rings, tugging it 
hard enough to make her wince. He slid another finger into her nose ring and 
pulled that until her eyes began to fill with tears. 

"You get too much rest, slut. You need to get more exercise." 

"Yes, Master." 

"Turn around, slut, and get on all fours." 

"Yes, Master." 

She turned and presented her ass to him and he kicked her in the cunt. She 
shot forward and tumbled onto her belly, moaning and choking as she gripped 
her sore pussy. 

"I've already told you that unless my cock is up your asshole you should 
have the tail on!" he snapped. "Where is it?" 

"I'm ... I'm sorry, Ma..Master," she gasped. "I forgot." 

"Well, don't get it now you stupid fucking whore!" he snarled as she reached 
for it. "I'm just about to ass fuck you. Get back here." 

"Yes, Master." 

She got to her knees somehow, though she swayed even on all fours, and 
turned to show him her ass again. She tried to brace herself to be kicked in 
the cunt again, though there really wasn't any way to do that. "Reach back 
and pull your butt cheeks apart," he said, easing down onto his knees behind 
her. She obeyed and he pressed his cock against her anus. 

He quickly stuffed it into her and sodomized her for five or so minutes 
before shooting his wad. Then he pulled out and made her suck and lick his 
cock clean. She didn't protest or resist. 

"Okay, slut dog, come over here," he said. She crawled over to where he was 
standing and he motioned for her to stand. 

"Raise your arms up high," he said. 

She did and he clipped them together, then attached a small chain to them. 
The chain, along with others, hung from the ceiling, though she hadn't 
really paid a lot of attention to them before. This one and several others 
seemed too thin and small to be used for anything painful. Certainly they 
couldn't lift her off the ground. 

He reached high and pulled down another small thin chain, and as pressure 
pulled on her wrists she realized it was the other end of the same chain. He 
pulled the chain taut, forcing her arms up and backwards, then pulled the 
other end straight down over her head. 

The chain was pulling her uncomfortably backwards, and she wanted to step 
back a step or two, but he held her in place as he fiddled with the chain. 
"Tilt your head back," he ordered. 

She did so, and he gripped her hair, forcing it back still further. Then, to 
her shock he slid the other end of the chain through her nose ring and 
pulled it tight. Her eyes teared a little as the nose ring was pulled up 
hard. 

He tied the little chain off above her and moved away. Amy was stuck tightly 
in place. She couldn't move out from under the chain or it would tear her 
nose. She couldn't even move her head forward again, but had to keep it 
pulled back hard with her nose pointed up to the ceiling. 

She couldn't see him as he moved behind her, but felt his hands at her pussy 
lips, then felt pressure pulling on the little ring there, tight pressure, 
sharp aching pressure that pulled her cunt lips down and back. She tried to 
ease her ass a little back to soften the tension, and it seemed to work a 
bit. 

He moved around in front of her again, and she felt his hands, then other 
chains at her nipple rings. Soon pressure was pulling the rings out and up, 
stretching her nipples out, pulling at her breast meat as she groaned and 
whimpered in pain. 

The chains tugged until her nipples felt ready to tear and her breasts, 
normally so round and firm, were pulled into tight, narrow cones pointed up 
and to either side. Then he locked the chains in place. 

As a final touch he produced two more rings, holding them over her head so 
she could see them. He attached them to her ears, then slid chains through 
each so they pulled out tight to both sides, tearing at her ears. 

Then, with her in a terribly awkward position, her cunt pulled backwards and 
down, her tits pulled up and forward, her nose pulling her up and her 
earrings pulling her down and to either side, he patted her ass and left, 
saying. "So long, slut. I'll be back tomorrow." 

"NOoo! Please, Master!" she cried. "Don't ... don't leave me like this! 
Please, Master!" 

"Have fun, whore." 

He slammed the door and left her like that. She moaned and trembled. She 
couldn't move at all without causing sharp, tearing pains somewhere. She 
knew the chain attached to her wrists wasn't nearly strong enough to hold 
her, that she could snap it easily, but bringing any real pressure on it 
tore at her nose horribly. 

As the minutes dragged on she was sure her nipples were ready to tear off, 
but any slight movement forward to ease the strain on them tugged her cunt 
lips against the chain in the ring there, and that hurt more than anything 
else. 

She was having trouble keeping her balance too. She hadn't eaten any food in 
days and was weak from the hunger and the many beatings she'd received. Her 
legs shook and trembled, and she thought with terror, about how agonizing it 
would be if she fell, or even lurched to one side. 

She could tear both her nipples off! She could rip her cunt open, tear open 
her nose, her ears. She had to stand still ... somehow. Until tomorrow? How 
long was that? What time was it now? Was it morning? Noon? Evening? Late at 
night? Early in the morning? 

She thought about her parents and wondered if they thought she was dead, 
wondered if anyone was looking for her, if anyone cared. 

Probably not, she thought miserably. She was just a cheap slut. Who would 
care? It was all her fault, she knew. She recalled how pleased she had been 
with her lush young body, and how excited she knew the boys were just to 
look at her in her tight pants. 

She started to cry, the tears trickling down the sides of her face and 
falling to the floor below her. 

CHAPTER SIX 

She was trembling violently by the time he returned. It wasn't the next day 
as he'd said but only about an hour later. Still, it was almost too much for 
her weakened body to stand. 

"Want me to let you lose, slut?" 

"Yesss! Yes, please, Master!" she gasped. 

"Well, we'll see," he said. He ran a hand over her taut, conical breast, 
admiring how firm and tight the skin was, then slid his hand down between 
her legs and stroked her clitty with his fingers. 

He stepped in front of her and cupped both breasts, then licked at her 
nipples before sliding down onto his knees in front of her. Her legs were 
already open since he'd positioned her like that, and now he pressed his 
thumbs into the sides of her pussy and opened it up, ignoring her whimper as 
he stared at her pink flesh. 

He pushed his tongue into her snatch and began a careful, steady lapping up 
and down her cunt cleft. He concentrated on the top of her slit, where her 
clitty was and began to gently suck and lick at it. 

Amy was very confused. He'd never done anything nice to her before, yet here 
he was licking at her pussy and it was undeniably nice. Well, it didn't 
hurt, and his tongue did kind of feel ... nice against her clitty. It would 
have felt better if the ring wasn't pulling her pussy lips down and back. 

Still, she didn't dare complain as he licked, then alternately sucked and 
blew on her clitty. He blew a stream of warm air against her clit, tilting 
his head back and forth to slide the air caressingly against her clitty. 

He slid his lips against it and sucked while working his tongue against it. 
Amy moaned, then gasped in pain as her hips started to automatically hump 
forward. 

Her head was numbed and dazed from the horrible, shocking treatment she had 
received since her capture, the days of hunger and terror and pain and 
misery, and she could no longer think straight or control herself. Her only 
overriding need was to obey him in everything so he wouldn't hurt her. 

So as he licked at her pussy she felt no anger, no outrage, no 
embarrassment. Those things had been driven out of her. All she felt was a 
casual acceptance and a curiosity as he licked at her snatch. She'd never 
had her snatch licked before, after all, and since it didn't hurt she was 
glad to see him doing it. 

In fact, as he continued she realized it was feeling nicer and nicer down 
there. Her pussy was heating up, but not with pain this time. She whimpered 
a lot, her heart pounding faster as her blood sped up. She was so unused to 
pleasure by now that she kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, for him to 
hurt her. 

But he didn't. He kept licking at her slit. He eased a finger up into her 
pussy and pumped it in and out slowly as he licked and licked at her clitty, 
and her groin began to hum and throb with sexual excitement. Again she 
gasped in pain as her hips tried to push towards him. 

His thumbs dug into her cunt and pulled it wide, then he fastened his mouth 
on the upper part of her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, munching 
lightly with his lips and teeth. She grunted and moaned, her eyes closing as 
the pleasure rocketed through her. 

"OUUHhhhhhhhhhhhh! UhhhhhnnnnnggghghhhH!" she groaned, her body heaving with 
sexual heat. It ripped up and down her pussy tunnel and blasted through her 
guts, sending her mind soaring and dipping and bouncing on a powerful 
hurricane force wind of pleasure. 

Ecstasy echoed through her, filling her to the brim and making her skin 
crackle with power. She shuddered and trembled, jerking her hips against him 
helplessly, heedless of the pain as the ring tugged at her pussy lips. The 
pain actually seemed to increase the pleasure, and she consciously humped 
forward now, crying out each time the ring snapped her cunt lips, crying out 
with pain and pleasure both. 

She sagged, almost falling, but he caught her, standing up and removing the 
chain from her nose, then her tits, then reaching down and unclipping the 
chain from her pussy lips. He removed the final chain from her wrist bands 
and undid them. 

She collapsed into his arms in gratitude, moaning softly. He clutched her to 
him, his hands moving onto her ass, squeezing them as he hugged her against 
him. He lifted her up and her legs went around him as he carried her over to 
the bed and set her down. 

He came down atop her and smiled. She smiled back tentatively, blinking her 
eyes. She didn't know why he was being nice to her but desperately wanted it 
to continue. 

He kissed her and she kissed back eagerly. His hands stroked her breasts, 
and even though they ached from his whipping of the other day, she didn't 
protest. He slipped the rings out of her nipples and sucked each nipple in 
turn, gently, his tongue caressing them. 

His mouth felt so good on her tormented nipples, that when he shifted his 
face downward she sighed in disappointment. He tongued his way down her 
belly and in between her legs. She spread them wide as he began to lick and 
suck at her pussy again. 

She didn't dare put her hands down on him, keeping them by her side as his 
tongue raised a fever between her legs. Soon she was humping up weakly, 
again, not daring to hump or do anything strongly. The pleasure rose higher 
and higher inside her until suddenly ... he stopped. 

She moaned in dismay, but he quickly slid up her body and pushed his cock 
against her slit. He slid it into her and she groaned, drawing her knees 
back as he began to fuck her. 

"OHhhh! Ohhh yesss! Ohh, Maasssteeer! Yess, Massteeer! Fuck meeee! OOhhhh!" 

He fucked steadily, making sure his cock rasped across her clitty as he 
pumped it to her. Her arms went around him and she kissed him as he fucked 
harder. His tongue and hers slid together in her mouth and her hands 
clutched his ass cheeks as she threw her legs around him and began to drive 
her cunt up onto his cock. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Yes! Yes! Ohh! Ohh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Master! Master! OH, 
Master!" she cried, gasping for breath as his cock sawed across her clit and 
drove her mad with pleasure. 

Mad she truly was, or next to it. After so much pain and agony, so much 
misery and terror, and all his horrible, cruel, vicious words, the dazed 
teenager was deliriously glad for any kind treatment, ecstatic at any sign 
of favor, at any pleasure given her. 

She felt like it was a dream, that soon it would end and he would whip and 
beat and kick her again. She closed her eyes and shuddered as pleasure 
howled through her body. She rammed her cunt up onto his tool, whimpering 
from the pain in her beaten cunt and tits, but too glad to care. 

She came, grunting and moaning, pressing her face into his shoulder as she 
shook and convulsions racked her slender frame. His cock pumped faster 
inside her and she gasped in delight as his cum poured into her furnace box, 
mixing with her own cunt juices. 

Her ass humped up desperately and she cried out again, her pleasure mounting 
still higher. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, then went limp, 
panting for breath. 

He lay atop her for long minutes, stroking her hair and face, licking and 
kissing her, caressing her body. 

"Are you a good girl?" he asked. 

"Yes, Master," she said eagerly. 

"Does the slave slut want something to eat?" 

"Yes, please, Master," she gulped, hearing her stomach rumbling at once at 
the mere mention of food. 

"What would you like?" 

"Uhmm, uhmmm, a hamburg?" she asked, cautiously, afraid he would be angry at 
her. 

"Only one?" 

"Two?" she gulped. 

"How about a milkshake?" 

"Oh yesss, Maassteeer," she moaned. 

"You're not going to be bad again are you?" 

"No! Oh no, Master! I'm a good girl! I'll be a good girl!" 

"Okay then. I'll get you a couple of burgers and a milkshake." 

He rose and climbed the stairs. Amy stared after him in shock, stunned at 
her good luck. It never even occurred to her that a few short days ago a 
couple of lousy burgers and a milkshake might make up for days of torture, 
but as he returned and the aroma of hamburger wafted down to her she felt 
something akin to love for him. 

She crawled out of bed, bouncing over to him like an eager puppy. He laughed 
and patted her head, then put the first hamburger in her hands as she sat on 
the floor. She tore off a big chunk and gulped it down whole. 

"Not so fast. You'll get sick," he said. He took the burger away and tore 
off a small piece, then held it out to her in his hand. She licked it off 
and chewed it carefully. 

He sat on a chair, tearing off small pieces of burger and letting her lick 
them out of his hand one by one. It never occurred to her that what she was 
doing was incredibly degrading and humiliating. She had no shred of pride 
left, no will power, no anything but desperation to please him so he 
wouldn't be angry again, and an equal desperation to eat at long last. 

* * * 

He'd broken her, he knew. Not that he took great pride in that. Teenage 
girls were about the weakest group of human being there was. Their minds 
were as soft and pliable as their bodies. As a rule they had little 
self-confidence, and a terrible aversion to violence of any sort. 

Telling her how worthless she was as often as he had probably made her 
believe it by now. Besides, pain was a wonderful vKD. Humans never seemed to 
realize how wonderful it was to be pain free until after they'd experienced 
a long bout of agony. Then it was a heady thing indeed. 

Then too, with teenage girls, there was the simple comfort of a kind word. 
His screaming insults and brutal treatment since he'd caught her probably 
made his kindness now seem wonderful to her. A few days ago she would have 
spit at him rather than eat out of his hand like a dog, now her eyes glowed 
with devotion. 

Stupid slut, he thought. He could probably give her a knife and tell her to 
cut her belly open and have her do just that. 

Not that he would. That would be a criminal waste. He had no intention of 
causing any permanent damage to such fine, soft, pussy meat. 

Still, his sadistic mature kept urging him to hit her, to shock her by 
beating the crap out of her. He wouldn't, though, not so long as she obeyed. 
He had her exactly as he wanted now, well, almost exactly. A few more days 
of this and she'd be as devoted to him as a good dog, willing to give up her 
life for him. 

It wasn't brainwashing exactly, but it wasn't far from it. Teenage girls had 
such weak minds, he sighed happily, so easy to bend and twist. 

* * * 

He opened the door and strolled inside. Amy jumped eagerly off the bed and 
crawled over to him on all fours. She licked at his bare toes as he stood 
before her. 

"Hello, Master," she squealed, smiling up brightly. "Have you come to fuck 
me?" 

"Should I, whore?" 

"Yes please, Master. I'm a dirty little slut. I'm not worth anything else. 
You should fuck me hard, Master." 

"You're right, bitch. Maybe I will. Now turn around and stick your ass up." 

"Yes, Master," she said, turning quickly around, spreading her legs and 
raising her ass. He dropped to his knees behind her and rubbed the head of 
his cock up and down her bald, puffy cunt crack, his other hand stroking and 
squeezing her soft ass flesh. 

A few days of discipline and then a couple more of kind words had done 
wonders for the little slut, he thought, pressing his cock harder, easing it 
in through her cunt lips and then sliding it deep into her pussy tunnel. His 
hands clutched her hips as he began to fuck her. 

"Oohhhhhh," she sighed, pulling her head up and back as she clenched her 
cunt muscles and worked herself back against him. "OOhhh Yesssssss! Fuck me, 
Master!" she groaned, humping back steadily. 

His hands slid up onto her shoulders and locked there as he pumped into her. 
She whimpered happily, jerking her ass from side to side, then humping back 
and forth, working her snatch over his pumping dick as she groaned in 
pleasure. 

"Slut," he grunted. 

"Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me, Master! Fuck Amy! Fuck Amy hard!" 

He reached a hand under her and pressed his finger against her clit, pushing 
it back against his sawing cock. She squealed happily, grunting as his 
cockhead thumped against her cervix. 

"Like that, slut?" he gasped. 

"Ohhhh yess, Master! Oh Master! I love you, Master! I love your cock!" 

"Work that snatch box, slut," he grunted, pumping harder. 

"Yes, Master! Fuck me, Master! Fuck me harder!" 

He pounded his hips into her upturned buttocks, his cock spiking deep into 
her guts on each thrust. His free hand slid under her chest and mashed her 
tit as she humped back in delirious pleasure. 

She panted and groaned as his cock drove into her, a raw, mindless sexual 
animal, built for sex, now with no thought but sex. 

"Slap my ass, Master!" she begged. "Slap Amy's ass for her!" 

He cursed and did, his hand cracking down on her buttocks as she cried out 
in pleasure. He slapped her again and again, beating her like he would a 
horse, urging her to more and greater speed as he rode her. 

"Uhhhngg! Cunt! Dirty slut cunt! Take my cock, you whore! Suck it down into 
your guts! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh" he gasped. 

"Rape my cunt, Master! Ohhhh! Fuck me hard! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Unnghhh!" 

His cock blasted out a massive wad of sperm that soaked her cervix. Amy 
cried out in pleasure and came with him as his cock spat thick creamy sperm 
into her belly. Her pussy snapped and bit and chewed on his pecker as she 
came, sucking the juice right out of his balls. 

"Oohohhhhhhh," he moaned. 

"Uhnnnnnnnnggg," she sighed, her head rolling slowly as the orgasm slid past 
her and left her in its wake. 

* * * 

He drove out of town to mail his latest package. It consisted of another 
video tape of Amy jerking off, this time without any acting on her part, and 
pictures she'd obviously posed for, pictures of her smiling, naked, playing 
with herself, using dildos and vibrators on her pussy and asshole, pictures 
he was sure her parents would love. 

He also went scouting for new talent. He wasn't nearly ready to get rid of 
Amy, but didn't intend to hold her forever. She wouldn't want to leave, of 
course, would probably scream and cry in misery when he dumped her off, but 
she'd get over it. 

He would be much more careful on his next grab, though. In fact, he'd 
probably use Amy to lure the girl to his van. Other girls wouldn't be wary 
of her like they would be of him. He'd have Amy get her to the van and he'd 
pull her inside. 

Who would it be, he wondered, watching the distant school. He wasn't quite 
sure what he wanted, certainly a beauty, with a great body, but there were a 
lot of them. The one he picked would be special. 

He was so busy watching the high school kids that he almost missed the girl 
getting off the bus. He only noticed her by accident. He trained the glasses 
on her and gasped in amazement. What a beauty! 

She was older, a college girl from the bag on her shoulder. She had long 
brown hair, as soft and shiny as the finest silk. It hung half-way down her 
back and was parted over her eyes in loose bangs. 

She had a small, heart shaped face, with a delicate looking chin and a tiny 
snub nose. Her eyes were large for her face, and very brown. She had what 
looked like huge rounded tits, though it was a bit hard to tell in her 
preppy type outfit. 

She didn't look like the strong willed, feminist type. He bet she was an 
arts student, maybe studying English or something. She probably wasn't a 
virgin at her age, especially not with those teats, but he could get lucky. 

Her mouth was so dainty and small, yet her lips so full, that his cock 
hardened as he imagined those lips wrapped around his cock. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby," he whispered. 

He followed her home, admiring her tight little ass inside her pants. 

She lived in a private home. He sat down the street and watched it for 
hours, then drove home. Next day he was back early enough to watch her 
leave, following her to the bus, then following the bus to the university, 
he parked quickly and followed her into a building, then down a corridor. 

He walked past the room she walked into and waited down the hall. When the 
corridor was quiet he moved back and checked the schedule next to the door. 
The class inside was ... political science. 

He chortled at the thought. Did she imagine she had a life in politics? Her? 
She was built to be fucked, not to be a leader. The only people who would 
follow her were the guys who wanted to watch her ass moving. 

Well, it was an arts class. He still couldn't help smiling at the thought of 
her sternly discussing marxism and other political theories. 

Oh pleeeasse, he snickered. 

She was harder to study than Amy. Her classes didn't start at the same time 
every day, and didn't finish at the same time. After three days he had to go 
home to check on Amy. He'd left her with enough food and water for a week, 
along with porno videos, porno magazines, porno books, and a couple of 
vibrators with plenty of batteries. 

Still, when he got down to the bomb shelter and opened the door she squealed 
in joy and almost got to her feet. She remembered at the last second, almost 
falling on her face, then crawling hurriedly over to him. She rose and flung 
her arms around his legs as she hugged him to her. 

"Oh, Master! I missed you so much! I haven't been fucked in days and days!" 

"I left you your vibrators and dildos," he smiled, stroking her hair. 

"But it isn't as goood," she whined, rubbing her face against his crotch. 

"Fuck Amy, Master? Please fuck Amy!" 

"Weelllll," he said with a smile. 

She squealed again and opened his pants, taking his cock out and slipping 
her lips around it. She sucked it erect in seconds, then took it right down 
her throat in a single gulp. 

She pumped her lips up and down his shaft, fucking her own throat on it. He 
groaned in pleasure at the feel of her throat squeezing his cockshaft. She 
sucked him for long seconds, fucking his cock with her throat for almost a 
full minute. 

Then she pulled herself free, gasping for breath as she whirled and showed 
him her ass, bending over and spreading her legs wide open. 

He eased down behind her and pressed his cock against her snatch, then 
thrust in hard. She squealed again, humping back desperately, grunting and 
moaning and whimpering in pleasure as he started fucking her. 

"Oohhh! oohhhh! Yesss! Fuck Amy! Fuck Amy! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her dirty 
cunt, Master!" 

His thighs slapped against her round ass flesh as he drove his cock into her 
moist little cunt crack again and again. She ground her ass in slow circles, 
humping back at him as she whined and mewled like a bitch in heat. 

He reached beneath her and cupped her swaying breasts, closing his hands and 
mashing the soft flesh up against her rib cage. She grunted in pleasure, her 
head rolling as she panted for breath. His hands roamed her soft young body, 
kneading and squeezing her as he pumped his fuck tool into her hot, tight 
depths. 

She wrenched her head back, face red, gasping as the heat engulfed her body, 
squeezing down around her mind like a fist. 

He thumbed her nipples, crushing them, twisting them in circles. She 
whimpered and shook her chest from side to side even as she jammed her cunt 
back on his hard pole of flesh. The air hissed out between her clenched 
teeth and she shuddered as a ring of fire sizzled up and down her body and 
seared her very soul. 

She drove her ass back against him desperately, gasping and grunting, eyes 
wide, bulging with stunned pleasure as her cunt sleave hissed back and forth 
on his fuck-meat. 

His cock rammed up her slit, and as the cum blasted through her mind she 
lost her balance falling forward. He rode her into the floor, clutching at 
her writhing, wriggling body to hold her against him. She twisted to one 
side, mindless with ecstasy as it tore through her fractured skull. 

He cursed savagely, gripping her thin leg and shoving it up high and back 
against her. He buried his cock in her belly as his hands groped for a hold 
on her. His chest leaned forward, crushing her upper leg back. His hands 
seized her shoulders from opposite sides of her body and he hammered his 
loins into her splayed open crotch. 

Amy's head bounced from side to side. She felt the tiny grains of dirt 
against her hip and side as her body was ground back and forth on the floor. 
She grabbed her head, her hand a claw, screaming as she arched her back 
violently, her body shaking and quivering in violent sexual convulsions. 

He was half atop her, crushing her upper leg back almost to her shoulder as 
he put his weight on it. He gripped her bouncing tit and mashed it savagely 
as he pounded down into her crotch slit. He felt her spasming cunt sucking 
at his prong, trying to draw his cream out. 

He fought it, riding her with furious strokes, his ass rising and falling as 
he stabbed his cock into her burning fuck box. He tore at her tit as he 
jerked her back to meet his thrusts, and she cried out in pain. 

Amy fell out of one cum and right into another, fire racing through her 
nervous system, pandemonium gripping her mind. The climax churned her belly 
to a heaving, feverish mass of limpid jelly as her muscles spasmed. 

He snarled as he came, his cock fire-hosing liquid heat into her belly, 
spraying it against her silky pink hole, sluicing down into her womb as his 
cock pistoned and pumped and his hips battered her thighs and crotch. 

He gasped and eased off, tumbling aside onto his back on the floor beside 
her. Amy groaned weakly, her leg flopping to the ground. She curled inwards, 
her hands going down to her crotch and squeezing as she humped against them, 
eyes closed. 

"Little slut," he sighed. 

"Soo gooood," she whined. 

"Gonna have to get you something else to play with, maybe a friend." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

He studied the girl some more, this time with Amy along for the ride. He 
didn't think he'd have much trouble with the blonde girl but wasn't taking 
any chances. He kept her tightly bound at all times. 

She was handy to have along, especially when he was staking out the girl's 
house. She sucked him off while in the back of the van, and, for idle sport, 
he held her on his lap while he watched the house, fingering her to orgasm 
after orgasm. 

She was eager as a puppy, to be outside, pressing her wide-eyed face against 
the windows until he forced her back. He didn't see any thoughts of escape 
on her face, and for her, hiding her thoughts would have been nearly 
impossible. 

He was sure that, had he stripped her naked, put a leash on her collar, and 
opened the door, she would happily trot down the sidewalk on all fours, not 
even considering that others might be shocked or upset by the sight of her. 

"Slut dog," he said. 

"Yes, Master," she sighed happily. 

"There she is. Look." He held the binoculars up to Amy's eyes and she took 
them and gazed on the brunette. 

"She's very pretty, Master." 

"She's going to be your friend." 

"That's nice." 

"She can suck your cunt all day and you can suck hers." 

"Oh good! I'd like to have someone to play with." 

"She's a bad girl, though." 

"She is?" Amy's face fell. 

"Don't worry. You were a bad girl once. We'll teach her to be a nice girl." 

"Yeah! We can do that, Master!" 

"You bet your pretty little ass." 

The girl walked to the bus stop and waited. He fought the urge to take her 
right there. Instead he followed the bus to her school. 

"When is she going to come and be with me?" 

"When the time is right." He tugged at her nipple rings and she giggled 
happily. 

* * * 

"Excuse me?" 

Laurie turned and gazed at the girl. 

"Could you help me please?" 

"What is it?" 

"My little sister is hurt. We were playing hide and seek. She caught her 
foot in between these hedges and I can't get it out." The girl seemed 
desperate. Laurie put down her back and hurried over to the hedge. A van sat 
opposite it but she took little notice. 

"Where is she?" She asked. The girl was younger, a flighty looking blonde, 
and seemed on the verge of panic. 

"Right here." She took Laurie's arm and pulled her towards the hedge, 
pointing. Laurie looked in but saw nothing. She heard a sound behind her and 
turned just in time to see a man there. Before she could react something hit 
her like a bolt of lightning, blasting her nervous system into a shattered 
mass of snapping, crackling heat. 

Jack grinned at the look on the girl's face. He shoved the stun gun back 
into his jacket pocket as the girl collapsed against him. Amy hurried around 
and opened the van door as he carried the brunette to the van and tossed her 
in. 

He and Amy climbed in after. He slid into the driver's seat and started the 
engine while Amy quickly handcuffed the girl's hands behind her back and 
pushed the ball-gag into her mouth to silence her moans. 

The girl regained her senses before long and looked up fearfully. Amy patted 
her face and smiled. 

"You and me are going to be friends," she said enthusiastically. 

Laurie tried to raise herself to a sitting position but Amy pushed her 
firmly back. 

"You have to lay there until Master says you can move," she said. "You're a 
bad girl. Master is going to make you a good girl like me. See what he gave 
me for being good?" 

Laurie's fears grew even greater when the blonde girl opened her shirt and 
displayed her naked breasts. There were gold rings in each nipple, and 
fading bruises on the rest of the rounded orbs. She whimpered and turned her 
head away. 

After a couple of hours on the road Jack ordered Amy to blindfold the girl, 
then herself. She obeyed immediately. He reached his neighbourhood and then 
his house, pointing the garage door opener at it. 

He drove inside and closed the door, then turned off the ignition and turned 
around with a smile. He moved back and opened the side door, then helped Amy 
out and ordered her to stand still. He pulled the other girl, who stumbled 
but did not resist, then led both blindfolded girls into the house by the 
arms. 

He removed their blinds only when they were back in the bomb shelter. Amy 
smiled happily. The other girl looked around in terror. He turned her around 
and glared at her. 

"Now listen to me. Are you listening?" he shook her and glared angrily. She 
nodded her head. 

"I'm going to take off your gag. We're two levels below the ground here. 
There's nobody else in the building and the door is solid steel and locked. 
You understand? Nobody will hear you scream. And you can't get away." 

"You will do exactly, precisely what I tell you or I will beat the living 
shit out of you." He snarled angrily to scare her and shook her again. 

"You will say nothing. Nothing! Unless I ask you a question. Then you will 
answer it politely and completely. Understand!?" He slapped her face lightly 
and she nodded her head frantically. 

"I'm sure you'll have to be punished anyway, but don't say I didn't warn 
you." 

He reached behind her and unsnapped the gag, then pulled it out of her 
mouth. She swallowed several times, gasping for breath, but said nothing. 

"What is your name?" he asked. 

"Laurie. Laurie Meyer." 

"Are you a virgin?" 

She blinked in surprise, then turned red. 

"I asked you a question!" He snapped. 

"No," she said in a small voice. 

"Slut. Dirty stinking little whore!" he snarled. 

She cringed in fear, eyes blinking back tears. 

"I'm going to undo your cuffs. When I do you will remove your clothing. 
Understand? Amy, get your clothes off too." 

"Yes, Master," she said, subdued. 

She began to strip immediately. Laurie looked at her then at Jack, 
horrified. 

"There's nothing you can do to resist me, slut," he said. "You try and it'll 
hurt ... bad." 

He twisted her roughly around then unlocked the handcuffs before spinning 
her back again. He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest. 

"Strip," he ordered. 

"Please, I ... " 

His hand lashed out and slapped across her face, throwing her back against 
the wall. She bounced off it and fell to the floor, crying. He paved over, 
grabbed her hair and dragged her screaming to her feet, then flung her back 
against the wall again. 

"I told you not to speak! Didn't I!? didn't I!?" 

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. 

"Now strip!" 

She quickly undid her jacket, then her trembling hands pulled at the buttons 
of her blouse. He glared, then reached forward, took the blouse and tore it 
open, she yelped and staggered back fearfully, but pulled the shirt out of 
her pants and off. 

She kicked off her shoes, then reached to her belt, undoing it, then 
unsnapping and unzipping her pants. She bent and shoved them down then 
stepped out of them. She stood up and halted motionless for a moment in her 
underwear, then as he glared, she undid her bra and took it off, whimpering 
and sniffling. 

She slipped her fingers into her panties and half turned to slip them down 
her legs and off. She stood up again, her arms in front of her, her hands 
cupping her pussy. 

"Put your hands at your sides, you filthy slut!" he roared. 

She cried out in fear, then pulled her arms and hands away. 

"Stand up straight, bitch! Straighten that back, throw your chest out." 

She did, trembling and whimpering as he inspected her. 

"Nice melons there," he said. "Doesn't she have nice melons, Amy?" 

"Yes, Master," Amy said, naked herself now. 

He stepped forward and Laurie backed up a pace. He cupped her full rounded 
breasts, his hands stroking the undersides. 

"What's your bra size, slut?" 

"Thi ... thirty-six-D," she whimpered. 

"Look bigger. Must be cause you're so small." 

He sunk his hands into her tit flesh, squeezing them upwards as he bent and 
sucked on a nipple. Laurie trembled even more but didn't dare move. He 
trailed his tongue and lips over her fat melons, his fingers working 
constantly, then sighed and stepped back. 

"Amy, suck her cunt." 

"Yes, Master," Amy said. She moved forward and dropped to her knees in front 
of Laurie, crawling up and pushing her face into her crotch. 

"No! Get away!" she cried, shoving her back and backing into the corner. 

"I gave her an order, slut! I don't expect you to countermand it!" Jack 
snarled. "You stupid fucking whore bitch!" 

He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the corner. He pulled her arm up 
behind her back and slid his other hand into her hair, jerking her head 
back, making her scream in pain and fear. He arched her back as Amy crawled 
in between her legs again. 

"Suck her good and wet, Amy. I'm gonna fuck this bitch good and hard." 

"Yes, Master," Amy said fearfully. She didn't like it when Master was mad. 

She pushed her tongue into the girl's snatch. She'd never sucked a pussy 
before, but had been watching the girls in the porno movies do it for days 
now and thought she knew how. Besides, Master had sucked her off and she 
knew how he did it. 

Laurie whimpered and sobbed as Amy pried her pussy lips open and began to 
slide her tongue up and down her snatch. She knew she was going to be raped, 
and probably worse, so even though she was mortified at being like this, at 
having the girl lick her, she was more terrified than anything else. 

Amy tongued her clitty, and sucked it into her mouth. She pushed her tongue 
up into Laurie's fuck tunnel, then sucked on her fingers and pushed those 
inside her, pumping them in and out as she sucked her clitty. 

Of course it didn't turn Laurie on one little bit. She was terrorized, 
revolted, humiliated and wanted nothing more than to get away. It did wetten 
her cunt though, if only with Amy's saliva. 

Jack pulled Laurie's hair, jerking her head back towards him harshly. "You 
pay attention to what she's doing, you cheap slut whore cunt!" he snarled. 
"You're going to be doing it to her in another minute and you better be 
good. You better be reeeeal good." 

Laurie's mind scrambled frantically but there seemed no way out, no way to 
oppose or resist him. He seemed like a cruel, horrible man and the slaps she 
had already gotten had shocked her to the core of her being. 

So despite how disgusted and mortified she was she tried to pay attention to 
what the girl was doing at her crotch. It nauseated her, and she tried not 
to think about having to push her own tongue against the blonde's snatch. 

"Enough! Get down on all fours, whore!" 

She was dazed, on the verge of hyperventilating because she was panting so 
fast. He dragged her away from Amy by the hair and forced her onto all fours 
as he stood beside her. 

"This is the way a bitch slut dog gets fucked, whore. You'll stay on all 
fours from now on like the bitch in heat you are. Now spread those legs and 
show me your cunt crack!" 

She was stunned by the level of embarrassment, and could hardly move but 
when he slapped her ass she spread her legs, moaning and whimpering. He 
eased down to his knees behind her and took out his cock, rubbing it up and 
down against her slit. 

"We'll have to cut this cunt hair off later," he said. He pressed his cock 
against her crack and eased it inside. She was tight, but saliva eased the 
way as he forced his cock deep into her pussy channel. 

"There, slut, you've got a twat full of cock meat. Are you happy?" He 
slapped her head. "Are you happy?" 

"Ye ... Yes!" she sobbed. 

"Jerk your ass back then, fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how grateful you 
are that I put my nice cock in your dirty, slutty, whore cunt-hole!" 

She pushed back then jerked forward, grunting with the pain in her cunt, for 
even though there was a lot of saliva there she was still much drier than 
she would be if she'd been excited. Besides which her muscles were tense and 
clenched. 

He began to fuck her while she moved, increasing the power of his strokes. 
She winced and groaned but didn't stop moving, terrified of this awful man. 
She'd been afraid of rape for so long, yet had never imagined it could be as 
miserable, as horrible, as frightening and humiliating as this. 

She tried to ignore the blonde who watched avidly, adding to her 
humiliation. What on earth was she doing this for? What kind of sick girl 
was she anyway? 

The cock raped back and forth inside her snatch, moving faster and faster 
and faster as the man fucked harder. His thighs smashed into her buttocks 
with painful force, but she did not complain. 

Then he grunted, clutched her tight against him and spat cock juice into her 
belly. The realization made her almost physically ill. She tried not to 
think of his sperm swimming up into her unprotected womb. 

"Okay, slut, now you can lick Amy to a cum. After that I'll fuck you, then 
you can suck me off then maybe lick her off again. 

"Amy, get your ass on the bed. This whore is going to suck you off." 

Amy scrambled away, crawling over to the bed and climbing in. Jack led 
Laurie over too and pushed her into the bed. Amy lay on her back, her legs 
spread wide as Laurie crawled in between her legs. Jack stood right behind 
her, watching. 

"First, lay down on top of her," he said. 

Laurie crawled upwards, still dazed after her first raping, and trying to 
avoid even touching the girl until the last possible second. She had never 
been so embarrassed or so afraid in her life. 

She wanted nothing to do with Amy. The rings in her nipples were bad enough, 
but the one in her pussy was worse, and the girl had put a ring in her nose 
now too. 

She gingerly lowered herself atop the slender blonde, turning her head away 
as Amy put her arms around her and pulled her in close. 

"Kiss. I want big, sloppy wet kisses. I want to see groping and making out," 
he chortled. 

Amy slid a hand up behind Laurie's head, pulling down gently, trying to 
help. Laurie lowered her mouth reluctantly, then kissed the blonde. Amy's 
tongue pushed up against her at once and she almost choked in surprise. Amy 
kissed her hotly, her hand stroking her back, going down and cupping her ass 
cheeks. 

"Grind your hips into her. Grind your tits against hers. Let me see those 
big tit bags of yours rolling against hers." 

He picked up a riding crop and fondled it as they kissed. He slashed it down 
suddenly and Laurie screamed in pain, twisting around and clutching her ass 
cheeks. 

"I gave you an order, you whore-faced, cunt-eyed bitch. Get to work!" 

She sobbed and then kissed Amy again as the blonde pulled her back against 
her. Amy rubbed her smaller breasts back and forth against Laurie's and the 
other girl responded desperately, shaking her chest from side to side to 
make her big breasts roll and mash over Amy's. 

"Suck her tits now, Laurie, you whore. Suck her nipples." 

He prodded the tip of the crop against her anus and she yelped then jerked 
her head down to Amy's breast, sliding her tongue over her nipples and 
sucking them into her mouth. "I'm going to have to find a name for you two 
whores now. I can't just say slut or whore or cunt. You won't know which of 
you I mean," he sniggered. "You, Amy, your new name is Rover. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master," Amy gulped. 

"And you, you stinking, filthy germ filled slut whore! Your name is Fido. 
Understand?" He slapped the crop across her back lightly, but still made her 
yelp in pain. 

"Yesss," she gasped. 

"Yes, Master," he snapped. 

"Yes, Master," she sobbed. 

"Suck those tits, Fido." 

She slid her lips onto Amy's right nipple and sucked hard, gnawing and 
licking the pink bud as it grew and hardened. Amy sighed in pleasure, 
stroking Laurie's hair and smiling. 

"Now lick her cunt, Fido. And do it good. I want her to cum." 

Laurie thought she must surely go insane. It was one horror on top of 
another. Bad enough just kissing the blonde slut, licking and sucking on her 
nipples was horrendous, but sucking her cunt, even touching her cunt, would, 
she was sure, make her throw up. 

Still, she eased down between her legs and gazed at the furless cunt crack 
with trepidation. She shuddered and swallowed repeatedly, trying to force 
herself to touch it. 

"Move, Fido!" The crop slashed across her upturned ass cheeks and pain 
screamed through her body as she leapt forward. 

"Pleeasssse!" she sobbed. 

"Suck her cunt!" The crop slashed across her ass again and she howled in 
pain, trying to wriggle away, her mind snapping as the pain blasted through 
her skull. Amy grabbed her, trying to be helpful, and held her down against 
her body as Jack rained blows on her wriggling, shifting, thrashing ass 
flesh. Her legs jerked and bounced and flailed and she fought to escape 
Amy's clutches. 

She clawed at Amy's hands and the blonde girl yelped and released her. She 
jumped out of bed and raced to the door, tugging desperately, pounding on it 
with her fists as she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Jack came up behind her and slammed his foot up into her cunt from behind, 
half lifting her from the floor and throwing her against the door. 

"Rover! Get your ass over here!" he snapped. Amy jumped out of bed and 
crawled over as he bent over the sobbing girl. 

He pushed her onto her face on the floor and pulled her hands out in front 
of her. 

"Sit on her arms," he snapped. Amy quickly complied and Jack slid his hands 
under Laurie's belly and jerked it upwards, lifting her onto her knees. 

"Reach forward and put your arms under her belly and hold it up," he 
ordered. 

Whimpering, Amy leaned over and hugged the slender girl tightly, pulling 
back as she kept Laurie's ass up. Jack raised the crop and slashed it down 
against Laurie's ass again. New screams rent the air as he lashed it down 
again and again, criss crossing the rounded white flesh with angry red lines 
of fire. 

Laurie howled and screamed and begged for mercy as she squirmed to get away, 
but Amy hung on grimly, glad the blows were landing on Laurie's ass and not 
hers. 

Jack stopped briefly, drew his foot back and slammed it up into Laurie's 
cunt pad. She was thrown forward, gurgling in dazed agony, blind, 
excruciating pain tearing through her groin and belly. Again he kicked her 
cunt, then a third time, then a fourth time. 

She retched and choked and her head spun and jerked in awful torment, her 
guts heaving and her entire body short circuiting under the awful pain. 

He gripped her hair and dragged her head back. Amy let go as he tangled 
Laurie's long brown hair around his fist and pulled her back onto her back, 
then dragged her across the floor by it. 

Laurie screamed and screamed, her feet jerking and flopping on the floor as 
she grabbed his wrist to ease the strain on her scalp. He pulled her across 
the floor to the corner and raised her up by the hair, pulling her back 
against the T bar. 

Amy shuddered at the memory of the tit whipping she'd gotten on the T bar 
and sat there on her ass watching as Jack tied Laurie's arms to the 
horizontal upper beam of the T, then strapped her legs together against the 
upright beam. 

Laurie sobbed piteously, her head hanging low as tears fell onto her fat 
orbs and trickled down her body. Jack moved behind her and gripped her hair 
again, jerking it back harshly. He wound it together into a tight braid and 
tied it to a hook, then pulled down even more, forcing her shoulders up and 
back over the top of the horizontal bar as she cried in pain. 

He hooked it into the horizontal beam and moved in front of her. Her big fat 
breasts stuck out like twin balloons, perfectly symmetrical, firm and white. 

"Now you'll see what happens to a dirty slut slave that disobeys me," he 
snapped. "Do you hear me, slut hole? You dirty cunt faced, shit eating, cock 
tease? You're going to get exactly what you deserve!" 

He fetched the paddle and slapped it down hard on Laurie's right tit. It 
bounced and wobbled as she howled in agony. The wooden frame shuddered and 
trembled as she hurled her weight from side to side, agony lending her 
strength. 

Again the paddle whacked down, then again and again and again. Her big tit 
wobbled and bounced under the painful assault, turning an angry red as it 
was cruelly spanked and beaten. He stopped to catch his breath and Amy could 
see that one tit was very red and the other still white. 

Now he went after the other tit, slapping the paddle down over and over as 
the brunette screamed in unbearable pain. Amy covered her ears with her 
hands the sound was so loud. 

Then Jack put the paddle down and picked up the riding crop. Amy wanted to 
cover her eyes, but was curious to see what the big tits would look like 
when the riding crop struck. 

Jack swung it down overhand and it slashed directly across the center of 
Laurie's right tit. It seemed to cut the big fat melon in two, sinking down 
through the soft flesh all the way to her rib cage. Laurie's screams became 
louder and more high pitched. 

Again the crop slashed down, on her other tit, then again on the first, then 
on the second, then again on the first. Amy hid her face after a couple of 
minutes. 

"Rover! Get your ass over here!" 

"Yes, Master," she gulped, crawling over beside him. 

"Stand up." 

She rose to her feet, trying not to look at the sobbing girl draped across 
the beam. 

"Take this and whip her tits," Jack ordered, handing Amy the crop. She 
stared at it like it was a snake. 

"Me, Master?" 

"Yes, you. Do it!" 

"Yes, Master," she gulped, taking the crop. 

"Slash those tits," he said. 

The rounded orbs were already red and criss crossed all over with even 
darker red. Amy swung the crop awkwardly and it thwapped weakly across 
Laurie's right tit. Laurie moaned but didn't scream. 

"Hard! Whip those tits!" Jack snapped. Amy swung the crop harder, and then 
harder still, until Laurie began to cry out and sob louder. She was glad of 
that since it meant she was doing it right. 

"Whip her belly now," Jack ordered. 

Amy slashed the crop against the ass yet unmarked white flesh of the girl's 
belly. New screams came from the hysterical girl as a nasty welt lay across 
her belly. Amy swung again and again, the crop cracking against Laurie's 
belly as the other girl jerked and screamed in pain. 

Finally Jack stopped her and untied the girl. Sobbing helplessly she 
collapsed to the floor, trying to cup her wounded breasts. 

"Next time you get whipped it'll be on the cunt, Fido," Jack snapped. "When 
I tell you to do something you do it! And don't you ever hit Rover again!" 

"Rover." 

"Yes, Master," Amy said quickly. 

"Teach this slut to suck pussy, and to jerk off with her fingers and the 
dildos. Teach her how a dirty slut dog is supposed to act. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"She is not to talk. Not one single word. Not a word. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"If she says anything, anything at all, slap her face as hard as you can. 
I'll know if you don't!" 

"I will, Master," Amy gulped. 

"You understand me, whore?" Jack demanded, half lifting Laurie by the hair. 

"Yee ... ee ... ee ... eesssss," she sobbed. He let her hair fall and left 
the shelter. 

Amy looked down at the sobbing girl sympathetically. It would be much better 
for Laurie once she learned to be a good girl, she knew. So she would try 
and teach her as fast as possible so Master would be happy. 

"Come on, Laurie," she said. "You better learn how to lick my pussy, 
otherwise Master will be mad. Come on up on the bed and I'll show you 
movies. That's how I mostly learned." 

She helped the whimpering, cringing girl onto the bed and put in a porno 
tape that featured women licking each other's cunts and sucking each other's 
tits. Tears clouded Laurie's eyes but Amy produced some tissues and cleaned 
them, then hugged Laurie while they watched cunt licking. 

"I ... I don't ... " 

"Shhhhh!" Amy gasped. She licked her lips then slapped Laurie in the face. 

Laurie cried out and fell back, sobbing again. 

"I'm sorry," Amy said, her face scrunched up in misery. 

"I have to. Master told me to! You're not allowed to talk! Not even one 
word." 

She pulled Laurie back to where she had been, on her side, and they watched 
more cunt licking. Laurie didn't pay much attention to the video. Her tits 
were on fire, and her ass hurt almost as bad, though it wasn't as sensitive 
to pain. 

She rubbed her sore ass and whimpered, but she could hardly bear to touch 
her aching, whipped breasts. 

"If you don't learn, Laurie, the Master will be real mad," Amy said. "He'll 
hurt you worse than that." 

Laurie tried to concentrate, even though the pictures disgusted her. The 
pain she had been given far outweighed any dislike she could have for the 
act, though, and she would have jumped for Amy's cunt if the man came in and 
ordered her to now. 

After a little while Amy coaxed her to try and lick her cunt. Amy 
sympathized with Laurie's pain, and would have stood up so Laurie could lick 
her without her ass or titties touching anything, but she wasn't sure she 
was allowed to stand up. 

She lay back on the bed as Laurie crawled between her knees, and, with a 
groan of misery lowered her head to her puffy bald cunt crack. She tried to 
keep her breasts from touching the bed below her but she had to bend over 
and get her mouth right on the girl's slit, and they hung down too far. 

At first she just licked like a dog, lapping her tongue over the cunt crack, 
but under Amy's guidance she pried the cunt open and began to slurp on her 
pink flesh, corkscrewing her tongue up the other girl's snatch and sucking 
on her clit. 

Amy began to moan and groan in pleasure, stroking Laurie's head and humping 
up into her face. When she came she gripped the back of her head and jammed 
it down into her humping crotch. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Amy sighed happily after she her cum. She would have liked to keep Laurie 
sucking her pussy, but needed to teach her a lot, and knew Master would be 
angry if she didn't. He might even blame her and whip her titties again. 

So she got out of bed and pulled Laurie out. She told her how to kneel, how 
to great Master when he came in, how to lay back and spread her legs, or get 
on all fours and push her ass back at him. She taught her how to beg and sit 
and roll over and play dead, and warned her of how fierce Master was if she 
didn't obey. 

Laurie watched and listened in dazed misery and shock. She'd never heard of 
anything like this before. Amy was, she decided, crazy. How long had she 
been here? Had she been like this when she arrived, or had months, maybe 
years of beatings made her like that? 

She had already noted the signs of ill use on the girl, and it looked fairly 
recent. And she had a ring in her cunt and in her nipples, and in her nose, 
for God's sake! Then there was that collar around her neck, steel, and with 
a lock, and the metal bands around wrists and ankles. 

"Are you listening?" Amy asked crossly. 

Laurie nodded quickly. 

"Okay, then, let's jerk off. Master likes to watch it sometimes and he takes 
videos, so even if you aren't hot, like, if your pussy isn't all warm and 
funny, you still gotta pretend like it is, y'know? Like in a movie." 

Amy got on the bed and Laurie joined her, watching with embarrassment as Amy 
began to masturbate. The blonde girl ran her hands up and down her body, 
moaning and sighing and writhing realistically, then picked up a dildo from 
off the night table and slid it inside herself. 

Laurie swallowed in stunned amazement as the girl fucked herself with the 
dildo, her body humping up against it excitedly. 

"See? This is how you do it," Amy said. "You try." 

Laurie started to tell her to forget it, but remembered she wasn't allowed 
to talk just in time. Then she remembered what had happened when she'd 
refused to lick Amy's slit. She knew she had no options here. 

She took the dildo from Amy, disgusted since it had just come out of Amy's 
cunt. On the other hand, she'd had her faced and tongue in Amy's cunt so how 
could she object? 

She pushed it into her snatch and pumped it in and out. 

"You have to act like you like it," Amy said patiently. "Before long you 
will like it, but right now you're still a bad girl so you don't. But you'll 
have to act until you're a good girl like me." 

Laurie arched her back and writhed like Amy showed her, pumping the dildo in 
her snatch. Amy made her moan and groan and whine like a bitch in heat, 
saying she had to and that they weren't words just noises. 

Laurie was mortified, but grit her teeth and did it, knowing she had no 
choice whatever and terrified of the big mean bastard Amy called Master. 

Of course Jack watched it all on TV, smiling and chortling. He'd have the 
dumb blonde train his slut for him. He'd save half the time. 

Of course, he still had to torture her, otherwise she wouldn't have enough 
fear of him to obey instantly and without question. He would be fair, of 
course, only punishing her when she was slow to obey or refused. But he was 
sure there would be times. 

She looked even weaker willed than Amy had been, even though she was a few 
years older, but he figured when he ordered her drink his piss she would 
rebel. There were other things too, that would cause her to hesitate or 
possibly even refuse. 

A couple of hours after leaving them there he went down with a hamburger. He 
was naked, and Laurie looked at him warily, though she followed Amy quickly 
as the blonde crawled forward and licked his toes. 

She didn't lick his toes though, allowing Amy to take up all the room. 

"Come and lick my feet, Fido," he sneered. She cringed inwardly, then, the 
pain in her breasts still terribly hot, she eased in and began to lick at 
his ankle and foot. 

He spread his legs a little, letting the two suck and lick on different feet 
while he stood above them with his arms folded. 

"From now on, Fido, when I tell you to do something you answer like Rover 
does. You say, Yes, Master. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master," she said, pulling her tongue from his feet for a moment. 

"You are a dirty, stinking piece of shit. You're worth nothing except for 
your cunt and tits and mouth. All you're good for is fucking. Understand?" 

"Yes, Master," she said, flame faced. 

"I'm going to fuck you whenever I want, in whatever way I want, as hard as I 
want, as often as I want, and in whatever hole I want, and you're going to 
love it and beg for more. Isn't that right, slut?" 

"Yes, Master," she said. 

"Rover, go and get some bracelets for Fido." 

"Yes, Master," Amy said, crawling away. 

"What do you think of the rings in Rover's nipples and cunt and nose, Fido? 
Want them in yours?" 

"No thank you, Master," she said. 

His hand lashed out and struck her on the side of the face, knocking her 
over onto her mouth. His foot slammed into her belly and she choked and 
coughed and retched. 

"You dirty, stinking piece of shit! Do you think you're better than her? 
You're not half as good a slut slave as she is! 

"Put the bracelets on her, Rover!" 

Amy hurriedly clipped the metal bands around Laurie's ankles and wrists, 
pushing them closed until the clicked and locked. 

"Get her a tail, and put your own on, slut." 

"Yes, Master." 

Amy quickly went and got her tail, tears filling her eyes that she had 
forgotten to put it on as soon as she had stripped. She pushed it into her 
asshole then got a second tail and hurried back to Laurie. The brunette was 
still laying on her side panting for breath. 

Amy pushed the thing against her asshole. Laurie whimpered and jerked away 
but Amy persisted and shoved it into her ass all the way until the plastic 
ball had disappeared and only the tail remained. 

"Now I want both your slut dogs on all fours, right fucking now!" 

Amy hurried and positioned herself properly. Laurie pulled herself to all 
fours too, imitating her. 

She was bewildered by this new development, and by the fresh pain of course. 

"Kneel," He said. 

Amy sat back on her heels, back straight. Laurie did the same a second 
later. 

Jack fetched the collar that matched the bracelets, walked over and put it 
in Laurie's trembling hands. 

"This is a slave collar," He said. "Amy is my slave, aren't you?" 

"Yes, Master," Amy said happily. 

"If you put this on and lock it, you'll be my slave too. If you don't ... " 

He left out what would happen then but Laurie, as dazed and flustered and 
miserable as she was, had no doubt that it would be painful indeed. 

She pulled it on and pushed until it locked tight. 

"Good, slut," he said, patting her head. 

"Thank you, Master," she said. 

"Lick my feet, whore." 

She bent and began to lick and kiss his feet as he watched in amusement. 

"All right, get back next to Rover." 

She sat back on her heels and watched him carefully. 

"Now I want Rover on her back and Fido eating her snatch. Let's move, 
sluts." 

Amy quickly twisted over and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide, 
Laurie dropped onto all fours, bent over her pussy and began to lick and 
suck energetically. 

"Wag your tail, Fido." She swung her ass from side to side, wagging her tail 
as he chortled in amusement. Could anything possibly be more degrading, she 
wondered? No, surely not. 

Amy soon began to writhe in pleasure, and Laurie knew it was not acting. Her 
pussy was wet and spasming as she pushed her tongue into it. The mindless 
slut was going to cum in her face. 

Then she did, whining and yelping and wriggling happily as her cunt burned 
and flared with fiery pleasure. 

"Fido, on your knees." 

Laurie rose and sat back on her heels obediently, saying Yes Master at the 
last second. 

"Now, we're going to talk about you. I'll ask t questions and you answer. 
You better tell the truth, too. And to make sure. I want you to hold out 
your hands in front of you." 

She did, holding them out flat as he ordered. 

"Yes, Master." 

"How many boys have you fucked?" 

"Two, Master." 

He swung the crop down. She hadn't even seen him pick it up. It slashed into 
her right hand, cutting across the palm. She screamed in agony, clutching 
her hand against her belly, bending over and sobbing. 

"I didn't say you could move, Fido. Put your hands back out in front of 
you." 

She continued to cry and rock back and forth, clutching her hand. 

"If I have to tie you up, slut, you'll really cry," he warned. 

She sobbed and put her trembling hand out, then the other one. 

"The correct answer was thousands. Isn't that right?" 

"Ye ... yes, Ma ... master," she sobbed. 

"Now, how much did you charge each one?" 

"Uhm ... uhm ... a hundred dollars?" Again the crop slashed down, this time 
on her other hand. She screamed horribly, clutching that hand against her, 
or trying to since she couldn't close the other. 

"I told you not to move, you stupid, stinking, ugly, fucking piece of wormy 
shit meat!! Stick your hand back out or I'll string you up and whip you 
unconscious!" 

Sobbing, she stuck her hands out. The shook and trembled. 

"Now, nobody would pay a hundred dollars to fuck a fat assed, cow titted, 
shit-faced cunt like you. You only charged a nickel, didn't you?" 

"Yes, Master," she whimpered. 

"I bet you sucked a lot of cocks too, didn't you?" 

"Thousands," she gulped. 

"How much did you charge for that." 

"A penny," she sobbed. 

"Sounds right." 

She felt a terrible burst of relief. 

"Who taught you to suck cocks?" 

"Uh, a boy I knew." she started to sob, knowing it was the wrong answer even 
before the crop ripped into her hand again. This time she kept it out, 
though she cried out in agony and sobbed. 

"Your father taught you to suck cock. Didn't he?" 

"Yes, Master," she sobbed. 

"Say it, slut." 

"My father taught me to suck cock," she whimpered. 

"Turn around and spread your ass apart. I'm going to butt-fuck you now." 

She hesitated, stunned, then did as he ordered. She moaned and winced as she 
tried to get on all fours without touching the bottoms of her hands to the 
floor. 

He yanked the tail out of her asshole and knelt behind her, rubbing his cock 
against her slit. He shoved it into her pussy and fucked her for a minute, 
and she began to think maybe that was all he did, but then he took it out 
and pressed it against her and then he shoved every last inch of prick into 
her rectum. He gripped her hips loosely as he began to fuck, his fingers 
sliding up and down her flanks as he pumped his tool inside her belly. 

"How many times have you waved this ass around at men, slut? Showing it off 
in tight pants every day, taunting men with it. Well now you're getting it 
fucked, just like you deserve, just like all the men and boys who watched it 
wanted to do." 

He humped faster, his thighs smacking against her ass cheeks as he pumped 
his boner in her tail. Tears of humiliation trickled down her cheeks, but 
she stayed silent, other than for the grunts and moans as he rammed his cock 
into her with special strength. 

"You love it, don't you slut?" 

"Ye ... Yes, Master," she whimpered. 

"Beg for it. Beg me to butt-fuck you." 

He slid his long tube of meat out of her hole and waited. 

"P ... p ... please butt-fuck me, Master," she gulped. 

"Hard?" 

"Yes, Master," she moaned. 

"Really hard?" 

"Ye ... Yes, Master. Please fuck me in the ass really, really hard." 

He jammed his cock up her ass and rode her in a frenzy, smashing his hips 
into her ass with brutal force as she gasped and moaned and cried out in 
pain. He ramrodded her ass hole with his big cock, pounding it into her with 
ferocious power, spearing her again and again until his juice sprayed out 
into her guts. 

"Ahhh, that wasn't bad, slut dog. Thank me for it. Don't be so ignorant." 

"Thank you for fucking my ass, Master." 

"Okay, slut, turn around and get on the bed." 

She turned, her tits wobbling below her. He sniggered and reached under, 
pinching and squeezing them as she moaned in pain. He slapped her ass and 
she crawled away and climbed into the bed. 

"Rover, get in bed with her. I want to see a really hot sex scene." 

Amy crawled into bed and she and Laurie began kissing and petting, their 
hands moving over each other as Jack set up the video camera. 

"Okay, girls, make it good. This tape goes to Fido's mom and dad." 

"Noo!" Laurie gasped, ripping herself free and jumping off the bed. 

He blinked in surprise. 

Laurie's parents were deeply religious and both thought there was nothing 
more evil and perverted in the world than homosexuality. She would literally 
rather be dead than have them view a tape of her and another girl making 
love, especially if it looked like she was doing it willingly. 

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing, you dumb, two bit, piece of 
shit-faced cunt?" 

"Please, please, please don't make me do it! I'll do anything, anything, 
just don't film me and show my parents!" 

"Who told you you had any say in anything at all, you piece of garbage?" He 
moved around the bed and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her away from the 
bed. 

"By the time I'm through with you, slut, you'll beg me to let you suck her 
cunt." 

He brought her to the square frame and locked her wrists and ankles to the 
four corners. Then he took the riding crop and savagely lashed her back, her 
buttocks and the backs of her legs as she howled in agony. 

He moved around to the front and rolled over the generator, then fed the two 
metal tubes into her cunt and asshole. She babbled and sobbed and begged but 
he ignored her. He locked the alligator clips to her nipples, one at a time, 
enjoying her screams of pain, then slid her pussy lips aside, and clipped 
the third one to her clitty. 

She writhed and thrashed maniacally for long seconds while he watched. Then 
he turned on the juice, playing with her, as he had Amy, feeding juice down 
one line at a time, blasting the power up her asshole or cunt or into her 
titties or clit. 

Even one line had her howling in excruciating agony, five at once turned her 
into a gurgling, vibrating, mindless, drooling, retching mass of tormented 
flesh. 

He put on all five, then sat back on the bed and had Amy suck his cock while 
he watched. 

He turned the juice off and left her hanging there, putting a pair of 
headphones on her and turning on a tape, which would play, then reverse, 
then start over. On the tape was his voice saying, in a steady monotone, 
that she must obey, that she was a slut, that she must obey, that she was a 
whore and a cheap, worthless nothing dog. That she must do anything she was 
told, and be happy and enthusiastic. 

He told Amy to turn the juice back on if Laurie spoke. Then he went upstairs 
to his bed and Amy went to sleep. 

He left her hanging there all the next day, turning the juice on several 
times to torture her. He was a bit annoyed at himself for picking an older 
girl. Obviously she was more set in her ways than a girl like Amy. He wanted 
her totally broken, with no shred of pride or dignity left. 

The day after that he let her down, but could do little with her since she 
was unconscious. He had Amy clean her off, then left her to recover a 
little. 

As soon as she was awake he went down and butt-fucked her. She wasn't 
capable of moving much but that was okay. He just wanted her used to it. 

She moved in a daze for the next day or so, when she moved at all. She 
obeyed everything without thinking, even opening her mouth and letting him 
piss down her throat without hesitating. 

When she got a little energy back and could move he had her lick Amy to 
multiple orgasms, then suck her asshole, then suck his cock. She did it all 
immediately, not thinking, not speaking except to say "Yes, Master," in a 
soft voice. 

He pierced her nose and nipples and cunt and hung rings from them, then had 
her and Amy do everything two girls could while he taped them. Still, she 
displayed little enthusiasm, even when he threatened and beat her. It wasn't 
rebellion, he decided, he'd broken her so utterly she had no emotions left. 

There was always one emotion, of course, fear. She was still afraid of him. 
Of that he was sure. But even when he whipped her she didn't show emotion. 
She screamed in pain, but went limp immediately after. 

He tried everything he could think of. He ordered her to hold her legs apart 
while he whipped her cunt. He ordered her to cup her big breasts and hold 
them while he whipped them. He twined her hair in a thick braid and hung her 
from the ceiling with it, her hands tied behind her back. He even got a 
strap-on dildo for Amy and had her screw and butt-fuck the brunette a dozen 
times a day. 

Still, she walked like a robot, obeying everything, but showing no pleasure 
at getting fucked, and no enthusiasm when he came for visits. 

He decided to try one final thing. He'd learned through questioning her that 
she was terrified of dogs. He borrowed a giant German shepherd from a friend 
and brought it down to the bomb shelter. 

Her eyes widened as she saw the thing, and her mouth opened and closed. She 
showed the first sign that she still possessed a brain he'd seen in days. 

"Look who's here," he said. "This is Killer. Watch out, he bites." 

Amy looked at it warily and slid back on the bed. Laurie just stared in 
fear. 

"Fido, get over here." 

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, then slowly slid to the floor and 
crawled over. Killer looked at her and sniffed. She whimpered and shuffled 
back. 

"Know what Killer's here for, sluts? He's going to fuck you." 

Laurie opened her eyes wider in disbelief. 

"Fido, get under there and suck his cock." 

"Please," she whispered. 

"Do what you're told. Obey!" 

She jerked, then, whimpering, crawled forward and looked under Killer's body 
between the legs. 

"Grab his cock and rub it," he ordered. 

She slowly extended her hand, then touched it. 

Killer growled warningly and jerked aside. Jack held him still and she 
reached in again, taking his cock in her hand. Killer growled even louder. 

"Rub it!" Jack snarled. 

She rubbed it and squeezed it a little, panting for breath, hardly able to 
breathe because of the terror she was feeling. Killer continued to growl for 
a minute then whimpered and stopped. His cock started to harden in her hand. 
It grew rapidly until it seemed huge. 

"Is it hard, Fido?" 

"Yes, Master," she said. Her voice had a quiver, the first sign of emotion 
she'd displayed in days. 

"Turn around and show him your cunt, wave your ass at him." 

She did and he stuffed his nose against her crack, sniffling her scent. He 
growled low in his throat. 

"Wave your ass from side to side." 

She wagged her ass like a bitch dog, her tail flicking from side to side. 
Killer jumped up atop her and she cried out in terror, but stayed put as his 
paws slid around her. 

He humped against her and Jack reached down and took his cock in his 
fingers, then pressed it against her slit. The dog lurched forward and 
thrust deep into the terrified teenager. 

"Yeah, now there's what you need, slut dog, a good fucking from another 
dog." 

He and Amy watched in fascination as the big dog pounded into her. Tears 
trickled down Laurie's face as she sobbed quietly. The dog didn't notice. He 
just kept fucking, harder and harder, ramming his cock into her with wild 
abandon. 

She continued to sob as the dog hugged her tight and pumped his doggie cock 
up into her slit. He took his time, despite his speed, and after ten minutes 
Jack was growing impatient. Finally the dog came, spraying doggie cum into 
her belly. 

He pulled her away then and hugged her, comforting her as she rocked back 
and forth and cried. He carried her into the shower room and cleaned her 
off, douching her cunt, then carrying her back to bed. He took Killer 
upstairs, then came back and began to give her a tongue bath. 

He took his slow time, and Amy joined in. It took a while, but her tears 
stopped and after a long while she began to jerk and tremble in pleasure, 
finally cumming with a long, drawn out wail of ecstasy. 

After more hugging and kissing, and three more cums, he fucked her to yet 
another, and from then on she was as enthusiastic, bright eyed and bushy 
tailed as Amy, scampering to lick his toes whenever he came in. 

He and Amy spent much of their time in each other's arms, kissing and 
groping and jerking each other off, sucking each other's pussy and using 
vibrators and dildos on each other. They learned to scissor their legs and 
grind their bald cunt mats together, and when he got a big double headed 
dildo they pushed it up each other and fucked ass to ass, or cunt to cunt. 

He was frankly amazed at them as he watched them fucking all day long. True, 
he hadn't left them anything much else to do, but each girl seemed to have 
at least twenty or thirty orgasms a day, fucking and sucking almost 
constantly. It was a wonder they didn't wear their pussies out. 

He tolerantly kept killer away from Laurie after that, though, since he'd 
developed a taste for teenage pussy he let him fuck Amy whenever he was in 
the mood. She actually got to like it, squealing and then barking and 
yipping like a dog as he rode her. 

He was so confident in them now that he took both out with him on a scouting 
expedition for his next slave. They argued over choices as they scanned the 
high schools, but finally agreed on a sweet faced little redhead. 

The idea of a redhead amused him too. He would have a blonde, a brunette, 
and a redheaded slave slut now, though he didn't plan on keeping Amy much 
longer. 

With Amy and Laurie helping it was a simple matter to lure the girl to the 
van, zap her with the stun gun, then pull her inside. The girls tied her up, 
giggling happily, while he drove home. 

Once there, he let the girls have her. He just sat back and watched as they 
stripped the horrified teenager, stripped themselves, then put on their 
strap-on dildos and raped her cunt and asshole at the same time. 

They slapped and kicked her into obedience, making her suck their cunts and 
assholes, and crawl around on the floor in front of them. 

They attached the bracelets to her ankles and wrists, then hung her up and 
whipped her, still giggling happily as she screamed. They pricked her 
nipples, cunt and nose and fed in the gold rings, and made her drink their 
feet and piss. 

He didn't have to do a damned thing. By the time he moved in the girl was a 
dazed, cowed little slut slave and protested nothing as he raped her cunt, 
asshole and throat, then pissed in her face. Within a month she was 
scampering around on all fours like the other two, and spending all day 
fucking and sucking with them. 

A month later he took Amy out in the van, driving to the other city, then 
dropping her off down the block from her house. She watched in stunned 
disbelief as he drove away and he almost turned back to pick her up. But it 
wasn't fair, he thought. He had taken enough of her life. 

He was sure they'd be happy to see her, even happier to see her wearing 
clothes. He'd sent them several tapes, first the one of her jerking off with 
fingers and vibrator and dildo, then one of her and Laurie doing all kinds 
of things, then one of her getting dog fucked by Killer. 

He just hoped the shrinks wouldn't ruin his good work. 


THE END
