The Trophy Wife

Part 9

The Trophy Wife
Part 9

Well I'M BACK! By popular demand you might say. With another fictional chapter, that has some
grains of true events in it. If you are coming into this story at this chapter I would urge you
to get the previous 8. There are a few ways to do this. Firstly just email me....I'll send it
as a zip file. You do have WINZIP don't you? Secondly Trophy Wife is on a few web sites now.
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She has a collection of some of the better stories around.

I still just wanted to give something back to the internet community.

Hope all you fellow pervs enjoy.	

I had not used Whore in several days; she was not my favorite. Cunt was and I was spending most
of my time with her. Enjoying the feel of her hair traveling down my body as I forced her to
kiss and suck her way across the entire surface of my body. Knowing full well that she detested
every degrading act that I made her do to me.

When I did finally check on her I was surprised at Whore's appearance on the monitor screen.
She was lying on her stomach on her cot in her cell she appeared to be asleep but I found this
to be unlikely, as I had not been making any demands upon her time. She had not been eating
either. I had been making the girls compete for food for quite some time now and lately Cunt
had been winning all the calories that were available. I really didn't feel like checking on
her. But a good pet owner has to take care of his pets. Her iron collar was of course fastened
around her neck. I reached for the switch and gave her a blast of current. She moved and
stirred proving she was alive but her movements were far less than what I expected. Her illness
had progressed, and was now quite serious. I made the short walk to the guesthouse where I had
built the dungeon in the basement for them.

I punched in the code on the keypad and was soon lowered into the dungeon. The stains from the
blood where Whore had killed my dogs was still visible. I had made Whore clean up the mess, but
it is a funny thing about blood. It tends to linger around, even after a really good scrubbing.
I turned her over onto her back and there was a trickle of blood running down her cheek and
onto her pillow. I checked her pupils and they were non-responsive. She did still have a pulse
but it was slow and shallow. From all this I figured that she was bleeding internally.  I could
do nothing to help her. Except get her to a hospital. Something I was not prepared to do. I was
furious at her rebellious act of killing my dogs with the branding iron. But I would have
rather kept her alive and suffering continual rape at my hands. I felt that she would soon be
dead, thus cheating my plans for this one. I did not know what was soon to take her life but I
was certain that she had not managed to commit suicide.  My brutal treatment of her must have
broken her health in some manner. I watched her for a few hours, but her condition did not
change.

It was a shame to visit the basement of the guesthouse and leave empty handed. Cunt was only
two cells away. I opened the doors to her cell slowly not wanting to disturb her lest she be
sleeping, which it turns out she was. I wanted to shock her, to surprise her. To take her
again, just like it was the first time I took her again. I wanted her to be afraid, I wanted
her to scream and shake as I stuffed myself into her. I wanted to feel my will subjugating hers
beneath me. I wanted to feel her body soften under me as she realized that she could do nothing
to stop me.  So I did. I threw her to the floor, and screamed my directions at her. "Lean on
the bed cunt." She fell into doggy style position, without thinking about it. Without being
awake, without being fully aware of her situation. I crawled up behind her and was entering her
immediately. Before I was completely inside her she was thanking me. Thanking me for raping
her, again. As I had done hundreds of times before. She was right to thank me too. She had
learned that rape was not so bad. That there were far worse things that I could and would do to
her if she failed to obey. A simple fucking was nothing, especially when it came after hundreds
of others.

I rode her long and hard enjoying the feelings of control over her movements I had, as I
watched myself enter her and leave her cunt at the pace I was choosing. I was soon near to
cumming, so I stopped myself from moving and kept my cock buried deep with her. I started
spanking her with my right hand on her right ass cheek. She recognized this as instructions to
start fucking herself on me. The faster the pace of the slaps the faster she moved herself on
and off me. Soon I was slapping her faster and faster. I was like the drummer on a galley ship,
marking the pace of the rowers. Only in this case I was dictating the speed of her degradation.
My hand had grown sore, and I needed to use both hands. Soon both her cheeks were swollen and
red, but still she threw herself against my erection.  She had to pay close attention to my
actions, they portended my desires. I stopped slapping her and she knew to jam herself down
hard on me till I was done twitching and bucking in my orgasm deep within her. She faked her
own orgasm too, and least I think she faked it. Her efforts to please me were becoming so
practiced and professional I could no longer tell. Nor did I care, my pleasure was the goal not
hers. I pulled myself from her and collapsed back onto the floor panting and trying to catch my
breath again. My eyes closed, I felt my cock being suckled by her mouth. I had trained her to
do this after each fuck. I had training her to clean me and to try and coax another erection
from me after each cum. Alas, this time it was not to be and we both had to be satisfied with
the single episode. I left her in her cell as I found her. Naked and chained to the mobile
block in the floor that was attached to the rails that ran into the bathroom, dressing, and
bedroom chambers of the dungeon complex in that order. Before I closed the iron cell doors, I
looked back at her one last time. She was retrieving my cum from her crack and was licking her
fingers clean. There were only the tiniest hints of disgust on her face. Only I could see the
distaste on her face. Anyone else who saw this display would only see a lusty slut. But we both
knew better.

The black chick from the parole agency, Linda was working out, sort of. She was attractive
enough, and I could have easily captured her. All I was waiting for her tofuck up on the job.
Then I would have my chance. I did however keep her on the payroll while I waited running odd
jobs. Occasionaly I used her for some special duties, keeping an eye on certain people. Like
Cunts Sister Angela. I kept an eye on her too, eager for any chance to entrap her. The woman
that I described as a boney nun, Jacklyn didn't work out at all. Soon after she moved into the
half way house, she developed a serious drug habit and disappeared. I heard they found her
strung out on the street. Arrested her and she took off again after she posted bond. No doubt
she was trapped in some underground cycle of heroin abuse.

The next day I had a meeting with an old friend. He looked well, some additional weight, but he
carried it well. Success agreed with ol Harv. On a man such additions to ones waistline merely
confer stature. Another benefit of being male. He had chosen an atypical meeting place. A titty
bar. He was sitting in sniffers row, the chairs and tables nearest the stage. To add further to
the scene he was greedily tucking into a burger and fries as he watched the girl of the moment
parade herself before him. He was the only person sitting in this section. Harv was quite a
sight; no one would have mistaken him for the policeman of the year. An honor he had recently
been awarded. I grabbed a beer and joined him in at his table. "How's the weather in sniffers
row?"

He barely stopped eating, certainly he did not stop gawking to answer me. "Great I can barely
taste my lunch 'cause of her." Gesturing at the dancer who by now was squatting in front of him
flashing him her crotch. "Gimme a buck I want to show her my appreciation."  I handed him a
five, but he threw it back at me. "No I said a buck, what's she gonna do make change?" "Jesus
Harv." I handed her the fiver, and she slithered away to finish her set in peace.

She doesn't deserve it not that one, she a cold bitch.

"How would you know Harv."

"Easy, she a snitch of mine, least she was till a few months ago."

"She dump you for a better class of pig or what?"

"Nah worse than that. I'm not willing to risk my neck or the necks of any other cops on the
quality of her information. She turned out to be unreliable, a flake."

I gave him a questioning look, wanting him to tell me the story.

"She was hanging out with this biker, big mutherfucker. He was kind of the local enforcer. Ya
know when anyone needed to get killed they would sent Zilla over for a talk. Some times they
didn't even send him to talk, he would just go over and put a fucking bomb in the guys ass. You
know?"

I nodded and let him continue.

"Well Zilla goes and puts the biggest fuckin bomb in dealers car. Kills him good, but it also
kills his kids you know. Kills all three of them. Real messy. Well course Zilla can't stick
around now. If we pick him up his asshole friends think he's gonna rollover on them so about 4
days later we find Zilla's body in the river. We had to ID him by his tats. He had Godzilla on
his back and he even had the guts to have ITCOB on his biceps."

I must have given Harv a really puzzled look.

"ITCOB...I took care of business. In biker speak it means he killed someone for the gang. Only
Zilla had the balls to have that ink pushed into him. Most of the other animals just have the
patch on their jacket.

"So what does all this have to do with the peeler?"

"Weren't you listening, She was Zilla's. She knew he was gonna ice the dealer. She sat on the
info. She should have told us. Now she has that blood on her hands too. I can't use a snitch
like that."

I thought about what he had told me for a few minutes. "Sounds like you know it all Harv, why
didn't you go after her."

"Yeah I know it all, but knowing it is nothing proving it is where the game begins. You wanna
know who killed Kennedy?"

"You gonna tell me that you are the gunman on the grassy knoll Harv?"

"Nah not the dad the son. You wanna know who tampered with the fuel in Junior's plane."

I looked at him over my sunglasses, before I could blurt out bullshit, he started to chuckle,
which turned into a big belly laugh. "You private dicks sure all gullible people."

"Nah Harv, just paranoid."

"Well paranoid people live longer."

"Why didn't you threaten to out her as your snitch?"

"Jesus if I did that I would have to kiss all my other snitches bye bye." I wouldn't be able to
arrest OJ if he stabbed his wife on the street."

"In broad daylight." I added

"And then killed a waiter." Harv contributed

"And left a blood trail all the way home."

We chuckled at the irony of it all.

"I see what you mean about convictions being difficult."

I hadn't really paid much attention to the girl. I wanted to see Harv again and see if he
finally got that gold shield that he had been promised by the Mayor. She had by this time moved
on to a corner of the bar and had begun posing with other bar patrons, selling Polaroid's of
herself and the guys in provocative poses for ten bucks a pop. A lineup quickly formed before
her, as the schmucks lined up to hand over their cash to her. Harv was right she didn't deserve
my 5 bucks. The manager was upset that he wasn't getting a cut of the action. After all the
guys who came in only had so much cash with them. If they were buying pollards of her they were
not buying drinks. He had a point I suppose.

"So are you going to make me ask to see it Harv?"

Now it was his turn to look puzzled. "Your new gold shield."

"Oh that. The fuckin' Mayor hasn't given it to me yet. He's probably looking for a way to
change his mind. I don't mind really, what is important is that I have been put in charge of my
own section. I can now boss around seven other detectives."

"That's pretty good Harv by the time you retire you can come and work for me and the other 15
guys that I have working for me. I've got full dental."

"Why don't you go fuck off."

"C'mon don't be like that, I haven't even asked you for a favor yet."

He was finishing his drink and was squirming in his seat getting ready to leave. "What."

"You still talk to that guy who runs the puppy mill for police dogs."

"Dental plan not good enough for them?"

"No they were too stupid, not vicious enough. This time I want killers on legs ok."

Harv nodded as he rose from the table. "Gotta go." he mumbled as he ran off.

It was time for Harv to go roust some hookers I figured. That guy policeman of the year. Pig of
the year more likely. He was probably the dirtiest cop in town. If it was wrong and illegal
Harv had a piece of it.

The flash of the Polaroid camera was going off again. The line had dissipated and the next
dancer was moving on stage. She was a looker all right but she was nothing compared to the
first girl, the feature. Harvey's ex snitch. I had ten bucks to blow. I walked over to her to
get my picture.

"Hi I'm Tawny do you want a picture too." I nodded back at her. "Great sit here." She pointed
to a booth. I sat on the bench seat. Before I was comfortable she had tossed herself in my lap.
She threw one around my neck pressing her torso up against my chest. She leaned over to my face
and smeared a big pair of lips on my cheek. Before I knew it there was a flash in front of me
and the picture was taken. It had taken less than a minute. While I waited for the picture to
develop. I tried to talk with her. But she was too busy to talk to me. She and her driver were
packing up. She was in danger of being late for her next stage appearance. Like most dancers
they do a 20 minute set at on bar. Then they travel to the next bar and do another 20 minute
set. And so on till the end of the day. Her Polaroid session had been surprisingly productive.
Now that they were gone I noticed that they had left some promotional material behind. There
was a poster of her, and some biographical material. I took the poster and her bio. I decided
to make her a subject of my interest for a while. Over the next few days I followed her around
and learned as much about her as I could.

Her stage name is Tawny. She has many creative stage acts. Teacher, nurse, schoolgirl. One of
her more popular stage acts is that of a dommme, with cuffs and a whip that she teases the
audience with. She is a tall woman, not as tall as Stacey. Her bio tells me everything about
her. Age, height, weight, even measurement. Her figure is impressive, and she has a lovely flat
stomach that graces her body. She is a work of art, surgical art no doubt. Most of the pictures
show her as a blonde; however, I have a selection of her promotional material that shows her
haircolor in every shade. It is impossible to tell from her pubic hair what her true color is
as she is mostly shaved every time I catch her act. All her family lives out of town, back
East. She has a boyfriend, sort of. He is actually her driver who takes her from gig to gig.
Most of her friends are fellow peelers. It seems like the biker community had shunned her since
her relationship with Zilla had ended so tragically for him. She seemed like a good candidate
for my attention. But I would have to do further research on her. I ended up following her for
only a week before I came up with a plan that I thought would workout well.

It was easy to find out her schedule to know where she would be. On Saturday night she was
closing at a club that was near her home. She rented the basement of a house, and she sometimes
shared it with her boyfriend. Usually on the nights when she worked, and he drove her around.
On Saturday around noon when he got up, I watched as the boyfriend literally got out of his car
and kicked dents in his car. After it had conked out a couple miles from his place. It is
amazing how fast the little engine in a Chevette will self-destruct when you pour in nearly a
pint of valve grinding paste in the engine. I could see one of the pistons of the tiny high
revving engine hanging out of the bottom of the car between the front wheels. Today she would
need another way of getting around. And sure enough she found it. She was taking cabs from bar
to bar alone. And her regular driver/boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Neither was the cab that
she had called to take her home from her last act. I caught up with her at her last gig, around
1 AM. I was in my cab. Getting ahold of the cab was the easy part. Taxi drivers go on vacation
too, just like regular people. But while they are gone they do a clever thing with their cars.
They pimp them out to other people to drive around for them. It earns them a little money while
they are at Disneyland with the kiddies. And it served my needs well too. I called and
cancelled her cab earlier, leaving me waiting for her a couple of hundred yards down the
street.

She soon emerged from the club, eager to get home after a grueling six-hour day. Even before
she had passed through the doors of the bar she had lit up a cigarette. A filthy habit that she
would give up tonight. Little did she know it but that was the last one she would ever have. I
would make sure of that. I tossed the running car into gear and ran it up to her position with
convincing abandon. She was expecting me, however she hesitated getting in to get a few more
drags from her smoke, before she threw it into the gutter. She tossed her costume bag into the
back seat of the cab and popped herself in beside it. We caught each other's eyes in the
rearview mirror. She mumbled her address, which I already knew. I pretended to not hear her
clearly and made her repeat it. "1122 Campbell, know where that is?" I nodded but did not
respond, save for moving the car away from the curb. I drove the right way to her place. She
was not in for a long ride but she tried to make the best of a short one, she was trying to get
some rest and was trying to doze of with a brief nap. Suddenly I felt something and the car
made a sudden lurch. Actually I made the car make the sudden lurch. "Shit lady I think we got a
flat." She was suitably impressed. "I'm not gonna have ta pay for this. Am I?" Ignoring her I
pulled the car over to the curb behind a newer Suburban. I shut the car down and ran around to
the curbside of the vehicle and as I approached the rear tire I quickly flung the door open and
pressed my stun gun into her ribcage. Before she could ever cry out more than the word 'what' I
had the current surging through her. Her scream of surprise was all the noise that she managed
to make. I had to work fast; I only had a minute or so to act. I tugged of her jacket to get
her arm exposed. She had on a T-shirt that left her arm exposed. I pulled the needle out from
my jacket pocket, I nervously fumbled with it and it fell to the floor of the car. It took
precious seconds to find it and jam it into her arm. The pain of my less that expert actions
caused her to regain a bit of her senses. Her eyes flew open and soon she was struggling with
me in the backseat. It was not much of a struggle and I soon had her arms pinned beneath me
along with her body. It was as if I could see the flow of the drug through her body replicated
on her face. A felt her entire body relax, and succumb to its effects. I felt it safe to remove
my hand from her throat releasing her jaw. In her state she was incapable of more than a
murmur. The word 'why' passed her lips. The answer would soon be all too obvious to her.

I had several things to accomplish, and time was limited. The street that I had pulled over on
was a street composed mostly of light industry. But still a passing car was always a
possibility. Firstly, I moved her to my Suburban and concealed her with a blanket. Next I moved
her prop bag to the Suburban, and secured the cab. I would return to collect the cab later,
after I had her tucked in safely at home.

My heart was racing almost all the way home. Anything could happen; I could run into some sort
of trouble along the way. How would I explain her presence in the back seat of the Suburban. I
could suffer a mechanical breakdown, or get pulled over. I needn't have worried however and I
arrived back on the farm without incident. It meant that she would never leave my care. I
quickly moved her down to the new dungeon underneath the guesthouse. I had something new in
mind for her initial training. A refinement that I had hoped would help to break her spirit
more quickly than I had been able to with the other girls. Accordingly I first placed her in a
small animal cage that I left in the torture chamber of the slave quarters. It was made of
steel rods that were about 1/4 inch gauge. Each bar was about three inches apart. That made it
quite easy to see the horrific surroundings that she was in. This cage was only about 3 feet
wide by 5 feet deep by 3 feet high. Too small for her to stand in and too small for her to sit
down in, or for that matter too small for her to stretch out and lay down in. The floor of the
cage was made up of steel also, but the floor was insulated from the roof and walls of the cage
by a heavy rubber mat. The ceiling and walls of the cage were connected to a source of
electricity. Should she touch them or move carelessly in her sleep she would get quite a jolt.
Enough to wake her up from her slumber, denying her from any quality rest and escape from her
torment. I placed her inside without a stitch of clothing on. No shoes, no socks... nothing.
Not even any jewelry, I removed it all from her. Part of taking everything from her that was
hers, that was familiar. Everything that was a part of her past, of her former life I stripped
from her. I did not think it important to make her strip in front of me, to help to break her
spirit. After all this one was a peeler, used to taking her clothes off in front of a roomful
of cheering men. That would not be very humiliating to her after all. I had a whole host of
other ideas that I figured would be deliciously humiliating for her. And I was eager to try
them out on her.

First I had to check on the other girls. Whore was surprisingly awake again, though she was not
on her feet or even sitting up. I had grave doubts that she would live much  longer. Her
abdomen had an ominous bulge on the left side that was warm to the touch. I was certainly no
doctor, but I thought that this was internal bleeding. It was certainly sensitive to the touch.
If her behavior warranted any discipline, I could certainly use this as a corrective tool. But
it crippled her too much to allow any bad behavior. "I need a doctor." She managed to whisper.
"Yes I rather think you do, too bad you won't be getting one." I smiled down at her as I said
this. "Maybe in the conventional prison you would get one but not in mine." She pleaded softly
with me offering to do anything for me. Which of course she already had done. But it was too
late for her. Had she been the ideal submissive slave right from the beginning I might have
found a way to help her. But her entire stay with me had been a series of rebellions. She had
not made herself valuable enough for me to keep her around any longer.

Cunt on the other hand was almost the mirror of her more rebellious friend. When I checked on
her I found her laying on her cot in her cell. To my surprise I found her wearing a pair of
heels on her feet. Her legs were incased in a pair of stockings. Her face had a heavy coating
of makeup, her lips and nails were perfectly done and her red hair was well groomed, teased to
its biggest. Big enough to get her an audition as a pro cheerleader. Or maybe as a bimbo role
in some flaky TV tit show program. I had not ordained this appearance. She had taken it upon
herself to keep herself prepared like this. Prepare like this for me. Just in case, in case I
had the itch late at night and had decided to scratch it again. She lay on her back trying to
entice me into entering her cell. She ran her tongue around and around her lips suggestively. I
knew it could not happen, but I was surprised that her tongue did not get trapped by the heavy
coating of her ruby red lipstick as it traveled over her lips. She moved her body like she did
when I was fucking her. Her whole demeanor was enticing me to enter and use her again. I wanted
to. I wanted to very much. I started to open the cell door, then stopped myself and relocked
the door sealing her in. The only fuck better than the one you have, is the one that got away.
I would remember every detail of Cunt's appearance as I took the new girl for the first time.
She was all I could ever have wanted in a bedmate. I had made her that way. It was odd in a way
as I preferred blondes. Perhaps the many times that I had been with her had broadened my
tastes. Something else I had to thank her for.

Before I could begin to enjoy my new captive I had work to do. I left my newest captive in her
cage alone in the dark. In the dark except for a few spot lights trained on her cage. I wanted
her predicament to be easily recorded on video in case I missed her first few terrifying
moments of her captivity. I didn't want to miss any of her fear and confusion. I pointed four
cameras at her cage to catch all the action. Then I called a real cab to take me back to the
street where I had dumped by rented cab. It was there but rather than taking it back home
directly I drove it over to her place. I had her keys and it was a simple matter to enter her
place. I quickly found her suitcases and began to hastily fill them. I packed her clothes, her
frillies and an assortment of shoes. She had a cat. I didn't want to take her cat, but if I
left it behind then that would not be normal. The idea was to make it look like she had hastily
left town. She would not have left the cat behind. Thankfully she had a cat transporter, that I
tossed the cat and a bag of food into. Like most women she had a few valuable pieces of jewelry
that she would not have left behind. I found these hidden in her dresser in her lingerie
drawer. That's where most women hide items. Pictures, family pictures! She would not have left
these behind. I found them in a closet as well as a few that she had framed and hung on the
walls. I tossed these into her bags also. I found her stash, a baggy of grass. By the smell it
was pretty good stuff too. I looked around for prescription medicine in the bathroom, but found
none. Except for her birth control pills.

I also found a vibrator, it was big and colored purple with a red on off knob on the base.
"Barney" the dildo. The batteries were dead. I wondered if she went through a lot of batteries.
It was getting light out. After checking for anyone on the street, and any lights on in the
neighboring houses. I made my way back to the cab quickly. I again arrived back on the farm
without incident and parked the cab in the barn.

I had done it again, three desirable women snatched and secured for my use. Quite the little
harem. I should have been tired but I was not. I wondered if other men in my position, Cameron
Hooker for example had felt the same rush of euphoria. I checked on the new girl, on Tawny. She
had not stirred, not even on tape. I sat in the darkness watching her unconscious form, like a
voyeur examining my new prize. Her body was magnificent or course. It was tanned deeply except
for where the bikini lines were. It was a shade of tanned flesh that looked fake. Like she had
spent a lot of time and money on a tanning bed honing her body to be desirable. What a tax
write off. I bet her accountant loved that one. I wonder if he was clever enough to write off
her tits too.

I was torn from these thoughts of her body by it stirring to consciousness. She stretched in
her cage and came into contact with the bars. The current passed to her body and she screamed
out in pain. The sound of her scream tripped a different circuit that poured electricity into
the floor plate and shocked her even more. This current lasted a whole second. A very long time
when you are in pain. She was fully awake now and positioned on her hands and knees. Her ass
facing toward me. Pity as I would have wanted to see her face. But looking at her ass and her
cunt had its rewards also. "Holy shit, holy shit....Holy shit." She whispered it over and over
again, her heart racing and her breathing rapid. Soon all that I could hear was her breathing
as she struggled to not panic with fear. She tested the bars with her fingers just to see if
the current was still there. Carefully, very carefully she turned herself around in her new
home desperately peering into the inky blackness of the room. Searching for anything she could
see. The camera lights were bright and made that task an impossible one. Her eyes passed right
over where I was sitting without seeing me. I loved that, having her blind without being
blindfolded. She whispered "Hello?" testing to see if she was alone. Her next hello was louder,
this time she was testing the sensitivity of the microphone that controlled the circuit on the
floor of her cell. By the time she called out her third hello it was loud enough to give her
another shock. The chock lasted for a full second, it was painful. I wanted to teach her to not
cry out. I wanted to condition her to be quiet. I wanted to cripple her, to make her only able
to whisper 'yes' when she spoke to me. What better way than with electricity, and a little time
to wear her down. Thank you Ben Franklin!

I did a little whispering of my own. "Tawny." It was too soft for her to have been sure that
she heard it. I had to repeat it, a little louder this time. Her head darted around this time
more certain that she had actually heard something. Her eyes they were so blue and clear, and
wide-open searching the darkness for my voice. I said nothing. I let her lapse back into
uncertainty and confusion. Nearly fifteen minutes passed beefier I repeated the calling of her
name. She was predictably more irritated this time, and fearful. This time her eyes were full
of tears. "Please...please ....please." She whispered over and over again back to my unseen
voice. "Please don't do this to me." I replied with her name again. "Tawny." I whispered it and
drew it out long and lingering. "Please ...please let me go." I watched her again, I waited and
watched her shift in her cage. It took her along time to stop crying and calm down again. I
watched as her breasts swayed back and forth as she shifted on her hands and knees, searching
for a conformable position to spend her time. A position that she could hold for a long time
without too much pain. A position that would not take too much energy. A position that she
could hold for a long long time. How long? Who knew, not even I.

After a long wait she heard footsteps, my footsteps circling her and her cage. She tried to
turn to keep her face pointing in my direction. She could not turn quick enough in the tight
confined of her cage, and soon gave up and I surveyed her form. Some beads of perspiration
started to form under the lights. Making her look even more desirable. Suddenly down hard
against the side of the cage a long heavy bullwhip came crashing down against her cage. The
proximity of it, its sound, its heaviness against the cage. She screamed out of fear. The sound
of her scream triggered the current again. And she screamed even louder as the current tore
through her body. I threw the whip against the cage, it landed in the pool of light. She would
be able to see it all night long. I left her like that, crying and naked and helpless and alone
in her unfamiliar cage for the night. I left her alone with her thoughts and her imagination. I
left her imagination feeding on her psyche. Working its magic for me.

I slept, she suffered. I dreamed, she had waking nightmares. I had a night of dreams that
caused erections all through the night. She whispered pleas for mercy to an unseen tormentor. I
awoke refreshed and eager for the day to begin, just like Christmas. She started the day
without sleep, and terrified. More terrified than she had ever been in her life. Needless to
say it was not Christmas for her.

I started the day with a full breakfast that I prepared myself. I took my time eating it, while
I read the paper and listened to the morning news on the radio. Radio news is so much better
than anything that you can get on the tube. On radio they have the luxury of taking their time
to to examine the issues. No sound bites on radio. Still I could not spend the entire day
relaxing like this. I had some serious training to do.

I decided to prepare Cunt personally. Quite a surprise for her when I showed up at her doorstep
and freed her from her cell and then her collar. She was still dressed or rather undressed as
she was the night before when she had tried to entice me into her cell. I found her appearance
most stimulating and satisfactory for the little educational exercise that I had planned for
the new girl. I took her and sat her down at the dressing table and made only slight
refinements to her appearance. I had her add some long dangly earrings and a longish necklace
made of faux diamonds. There were matching rings and bracelets too. I had her pin her hair up
into a curl, I wanted to be able to see her long slender neck. Her heels and stockings were
quite suitable for this evening, but I wanted to add more to her ensemble. I chose a matching
lace robe, that covered her down to her ankles. It hid nothing from the imagination. Through
her heavily made up face I could detect her blushing in shame. I led her to the bedroom chamber
and sat her on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed her back straight, and poised for the
events of the evening. "No matter what happens, no mater what you hear. I do not want you to
move. Understand?" She nodded her head and spoke her 'Yes Darlings' to me. I passed my hand
down over her eyes closing them. "Oh yes and no matter what, don't open your eyes." Again she
affirmed the command, and sat there waiting for whatever I may have in mind for her. If she was
nervous she did not show it. After all I had been putting her through these events on a nearly
daily basis for nearly a year now. An entire year of rape and abuse, and she looked even better
to me than the day I took her for the first time. It was wonderful to own such a luscious piece
of ass as her. And owning more than one was even better.

I started in on the new meat right away, playing my whispering game. As soon as she had become
certain that what she was hearing was real she asked the question that I had hoped she would.
"Please....what do you want from me?" At the sound of those words I snapped on the lights. They
were bright and harsh and they hurt her eyes. She looked around at the surroundings. The first
time that she had seen her new home. A most unpleasant sight, full of stocks and chains and
whips on the wall. A few other cages were scattered about the room. The tiny one she was in was
the largest of the bunch. After searching the room out her eyes half closed in exhaustion fell
upon me, her new owner.

I bent down hear the cage, near her face and whispered. "Do you want to see what I want from
you?" She nodded. I walked over to the far wall and dragged back an ancient tired mattress. I
dropped it in front of her on the floor. I stood there a moment waiting for her to grasp the
situation. I wanted to hear if she would agree to what I wanted yet. Instead she stared at the
mattress dumbly, uncertain what to say or do. "Watch carefully, and learn what I expect from
you." with that I passed through the curtains back into the bedroom chamber of the dungeon.
Cunt was still there sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed. I saw her hand
between her legs, I watch her digits passing over herself desperate to arouse herself, to ease
my use of her. "Well are you wet enough?"

In answer she held her glistening fingers up for me to see. "I think so Darling." She was
plenty wet, but whether it was from herself or whether it was from the baby oil that I usually
insist she spread upon herself I could not say. Nor did I care really, as long as she was able
to simulate an aroused woman for me that was good enough. I liked it when she came from my
abuse, but those times were rare. Occasionally after a session with her I would catch her on
camera in her cell masturbating herself to sleep. To me it does not matter if she cums or not.
She is here for me, for my pleasure. No other purpose. It was time to show the new girl what
she was good for. I placed my hands around Cunts slender throat and squeezed slightly. She
started to choke, I eased my grip and her mouth spread into a broad placating smile. I raised
her from her sitting position by this grip and manhandled her through the curtain into the
torture chamber. She did not open her eyes. I maneuvered her onto her back on the worn out
mattress. It was well worn and torn in several places. The material was covered in stains from
many years of use. There was no sheet on it, and several of the springs were poking through it.
Tawny looked on the scene with disgust, but I made sure she kept watching, without speaking. I
banged on her cage with a crop to make sure I had her attention focused on the mattress. The
stage was set, I had an audience. It was time to begin. I took hold of Cunts legs, a knee in
each hand and spread them as far apart as they would go. She sucked in a deep breath as the
cold air struck her exposed sex. I displayed her wetness to the new talent. I dove on to her,
and took my rightful place in the saddle. It was all very comfortable and familiar. At the
first touch of my cock to her she took hold of me delicately, and started to guide me inside
her. I sank into her slowly, making her arch her back up into me in order to get me to fill
her. After I could not press anymore of myself into her I ground my hips into her pelvis
rubbing the whole of my crotch against hers. I kissed her, almost. Our lips so close that our
breath met and exchanged as we breathed in again. I held my ground letting her grind herself
around my hardness. She begged for it, like she knew I wanted to hear. "Please." The word
slipped out from her mouth. It earned her a single jab to her center. She repeated the word,
this time slightly louder than the first. I rewarded her with two jabs this time, the first one
particularly hard and vicious, the second one was agonizingly slow. So slow in fact that she
could not be entirely certain, without paying careful attention that I was in fact moving. Her
begging, was finally done right, "Please Darling..Fuck your cunt." Before she had even finished
the sentence I was tearing into as hard and as fast as I could. After a few minutes of this
pounding, one thrust managed to wrench a scream from her lips Her scream was loud enough to set
off the microphone switch completing the circuit on Tawny's cage. This triggered a scream from
her of course. I turned my head to try and see in her off in the corner, trapped in her cage,
but I could only make out her trembling outline. The idea that I could use the screams of the
debasement of Cunt in the abuse of the new girl thrilled me, and threaten to make me cum. I
slowed my movements but Cunt cried out for me to fuck her again, and she tripped the cage yet
again.

I pulled out of completely and rubbed my erection around the outside of her cunt, grinding my
erection lengthwise along her clitoris. I reveled in my power over this helpless woman. She
groaned in frustration. "Are you ready for your reward cunt?" She nodded her head rapidly, and
hissed her response. "Yes Darling."  I stroked myself against her a few more times before drove
into her for a few more thrusts. The cum began to surge from within me.

Almost before I knew it I began to come. I pulled out of her just in time to see the cum fly
from myself and splash down onto her belly. One particularly vigorous squirt managed to reach
her tits. As I was calming down she was retrieving the blobs with her perfectly manicured
hands, and transferring the jism to her mouth for her lips to savor off her fingers. In only a
few minutes she had managed to clean the mess off her body, and was still licking her fingers
clean. I crawled the length of her body to give her something more interesting to suck on. She
had been trained to try and get me up again after each cum. But this time I was content in
letting her merely clean me off. After I had let her do this. I stopped her. "Go and clean
yourself up and tuck yourself in for the night Cunt." She hopped up and left the room. I heard
her heels clicking on the cement flooring as she obediently left the room.

I made sure that the new girl was looking me in the eye. "Does that give you an idea of what I
want?" She failed to respond in any way, merely looking at me like a dumb animal. "I don't
figure that you will be able to stay in your cage too much longer do you?" This time she shook
her head no, too afraid to do much more than that. "I mean I could drag you out of the cage,
rape you, kill you even." That really scared her, just like I wanted. "You wouldn't want that
now would you?" Again she shook her head no. "No I didn't think so. Much better for you if you
give me what I want. If you cooperate." She realized the awful truth of it. "Why are you
picking on me?" "Have you looked in the mirror lately?" You mean that's it..my looks?" "No
there were a few other factors as well." She really wanted to know why, and tried to interrupt
me. "But I'm going to tell you all about that latter. You do want out of the cage don't you?
She brightened at the possibly. "Yes please." Poor thing little did she know that getting out
of the cage meant that she would soon be far more vulnerable to my predations.

Walking around to the rear of the cage I first disconnected the cage from the power source and
swung the door open. She had to crawl out of the cage backwards, her feet and legs emerged
first. As soon as her ass was available to me I ran my hands over it caressing her. The same
ass that was sitting on me a few days ago in the bar. Only this time it was much better. I now
owned the ass and could do whatever I wanted with it. After I was finished mauling her ass I
snapped a pair of leg shackles on her ankle. As soon as her wrists were available they took
were chained up, with a pair of handcuffs behind her back. I had to help her stand up. After
she was steady on her feet her neck received her collar. Like Cunt's it was heavy and iron and
connected to a long chain that led to her recessed block in the floor. The block would trail
behind her and allow her to travel the length of the basement dungeon, but of course no
further.

I moved her flawless body onto a metal stool that I propositioned at the far end of the room.
She perched on the stool, her body, her spine pulled tight with tension. She seemed unconcerned
at her nudity. This was not surprising. After all thousands of men had seen her body. A shame
really, I had hoped that being naked before me would be humiliating for her, but this was not
to be. Perhaps being forced to fuck me would provide the humiliation I wished to heap upon her.
Well we would soon find out. I passed a noose of braided wire around her head, pulling her long
thick hair through the loop. Having it made good contact with her flesh was important. The
better to conduct electricity with my dear. Having her hands behind her back did wonders for
her posture. She was siting bolt upright, as soon as I took up the slack in the wire noose. Her
breasts were thrust forward tempting me into action. I let a single finger, my index finger
pass over her left breast. I traced around and around the breast, gently touching it, avoiding
the nipple for several minutes. By the time I did drag just the barest tip of my fingernail
across the nipple it was puffy and excited in anticipation of my touch. An excellent sign. I
wonder what her mind made of the erect nipple. Would she try to rationalize the involuntary
reaction. It was just the cold, or the heat. Or maybe it was a reaction to fear. I kissed her
cheek. "Try to get some rest slave, we can get started tomorrow."

Of course I knew she would get no sleep. Or perhaps she would get a great deal of it. If she
wanted to escape me she could simply fall forward and hang herself. Then she would get all the
sleep she could ever want. It would also function as a good test of her courage. If she wanted
to die to escape me I had given her the chance on a silver platter. If I found her alive in the
morning, as I fully expected I would I could taunt her with her lack of courage as a further
way of breaking her spirit and humiliating her. After all I gave her the chance to defeat my
lascivious plans for her servitude. She must have wanted to stay and serve me. Elsewise she
would have taken the chance to escape the fate I had planned for her. If she made too much
noise I had made sure that the braided wire noose was hooked into the same circuit that her
cage was plugged into. The louder she was the more current that she would feel. Got to
encourage her to keep her mouth shut.

I certainly hoped to find her alive and even further subdued for my use in the morning. I was
beat, the tension of the last few days had really taken it out of me. I didn't have the energy
to fuck her, even if I wished to tonight. Which I didn't, I wanted to save the first time I
took, till she had had the chance to dwell on it for a while.

I didn't really leave her the whole night there only a few hours so I could get some rest. But
she had no clock and could not tell how long I left her there. Every moment must have felt like
hours to her. I had great difficulty sleeping. I was certain that she too had a difficult
night. I was proved right when I went down to check on her. She had not decided to kill
herself. Foolish girl, I was sure that in the coming weeks and months she would come to regret
this decision. If indeed she had the courage to make such a decision. She may in fact have been
trapped not only by the bonds and dungeon that I had secured her into, but by her own psyche,
which may have lacked the courage to take her own life. Whatever, I had things to do to her,
and had all the time in the world to tease these details from her mind.

She had her stool, I had my chair which I sat upon to begin my first training session with her.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"I'm going to begin with some questions for you. You need not wonder about the answers. You
know them all. And so do I. If you lie to me I will punish you severely. Do you have any
questions for me before we begin?"

She thought for a moment.

"You'll get caught. Your types always do get caught."

"My types. Who are my types?"

"Men like you, who do this." She looked around at the room at all the chains and whips.

I was interested in her thoughts, and decided to probe deeper. "Tell me just how do you know
that all men who are like me get caught? Do you read about them in the paper?"

She nodded yes. "Jesus it's no wonder you're a peeler. The ones you read about are the ones who
get caught. You never hear about the ones who do it right. Like me, because we don't get
caught. Guys like me you don't read about cuz we still have our slaves imprisoned
successfully." I let this new concept sink into her drug addled brain. Then added another jolt
of her new reality. "We keep our girls for years and years. We take good care of them."

Aside from turning her gaze into the corner she did not react to this revelation. I couldn't
tell if she was looking away from me, or lost in thought at how she could escape, or survive
this ordeal. I walked over to her and knelt down between her spread legs . I moved my head
right up against her flat stomach and began to drink up her fear and confusion. I could smell
her fear, it was sweet. It was like wine to me, and I became dizzy at the power of her
femininity. I began to kiss and lick at her flesh. I moved my mouth over her belly all over her
thighs and finally up to her breasts. She struggled in her bonds, but only slightly. She was
struggling more with her own fear and disgust at my touch. She was trying hard not to react to
my abuse, trying hard not to give me the satisfaction. I stood up and took my clothes off. I
made sure she saw the erection that would soon be inside her. The erection that would soon be
the center of her universe. She was suitably appalled at the display. "I can tell that you want
to get fucked by me." She didn't react to my taunts at all. "You may not think that you do, but
you do. You just don't know it yet." I watched her and began stroking my erection while I
starred at her.

"Your name on your birth certificate, what was it?"

She hesitated just for a moment. She was calculating whether I had told the truth, that I
already knew the answers to the questions I was going to ask. "My name is Brandy."

I looked at her incredulously for an instant. Jesus, I could not believe it. She had the name
of a peeler already, but still she changed it to Tawni anyway. "Correction, you have no name
now. I have stripped the names of Tawny and Brandy from you."

She nodded. "Yes."

"Last name, what was it?"

"Schroeder..I"

"That was your maiden name and you never married right?"

She nodded yes. "Can you take off the noose please?"

"Not yet. Tell me how old you were when you had your first fuck."

"I was fifteen."

"Really? I though it was the year you ran away from home. That would have made you fourteen.
Weren't you fourteen when you were fucked for the first time?"

"No fifteen, I managed to put it off for a year."

"A year! You managed to string along some poor guy for a year? I sure hope you don't think that
you can do that with me."

"No."

"Good 'cause I already fucked you, but you probably don't remember it, you were kind of out of
it."

The lie hit her like a fist as I had hoped it would. I continued with my questions without
delay.

"Did you come?" She was looking down at the floor, she shook her head no.

"You ever been with another girl?"

She started to stammer out her answer.."Well on stage I..we used to do a duo act."

"That's not what I mean."

"Well a couple of times after our show we sort of.."

"You let nature take its course."

"Yes."

She was being very cooperative. I was both surprised and pleased by her reaction. It was the
only logical course for her to take really. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon and she knew
it. You find some of the smartest women in the most unlikely places. Some of the smartest women
I know are peelers.

We were in another room in the dungeon. It was a larger room, a common room holding a bed and
her stool, and the chair that I was sitting upon. I rose and released her from the noose
holding her to the ceiling. That left her hands still cuffed behind her though till I removed
them. She rubbed the circulation back into her wrists as I walked over to the bed. I had her
garment bag tucked in between the wall and the bed. I retrieved it and started to rummage
around in it. It was full of the props of her trade. It held all kinds of garments that she
wore, however briefly while on stage. Some had been modified to aid in easy removal with the
addition of Velcro fasteners. Velcro, a wonderful byproduct of the space program. I wonder when
they were touting the spin-off benefits of the space program did they have in my Velcro for
strippers? Most however were ordinary garments from store. There were short skirt, tube tops,
plenty of frilly panties, some leather. She had a few uniforms as well, teacher, maid, nurse. I
tossed all these one by one onto the bed.

As I surveyed the lot I was visited by the epiphany. "Which one do the guys like best on
stage?"

"Well I don't know really."

"Really? I don't believe you. Ok I'll ask you a different way then. Which one gets you the
biggest tips then?"

She didn't need to think this over. "The Domme outfit."

I held it up, it was a black dress, made of vinyl. I tossed it into her arms. She got the
message and began to put it on. It was not much of a dress really. It had more holes in it that
a dozen doughnuts. It was strapless and held onto her body by virtue of the material, and four
silver buckles along either site of her body. I suppose what it really was was a club dress. No
doubt she had used it to tease many men. Well her teasing days were over. Now she would putout,
everytime. Its wearing precluded underwear. It barely covered her ass. "Is there anything
else?"

"Boots, gloves, and my whip." I fished around and handed her these items as I found them. The
last item I found was her whip. It had a handle on it and about ten strips of black leather,
not quite three feet long. The handle was hard, and rigid and smooth. It was directly modeled
on a penis, but it was stained from use over the years that she perfected her act. I had seen
her act, she was right it was a fan favorite. I let her put on her granny boots and her gloves.
I held onto the whip though. I wanted to see how well it worked on her.

When she had finished dressing I moved her over to the cinderblock wall. Up high against the
wall I had placed some rings for docks that you tie up boats to. I had different plans for
them. Before to long I had her arms raised up high and secured to the rings. You can't go wrong
with chains and manacles. I had made them myself. It was easy, they secured onto her wrists
with padlocks. She knew better than to plead with me, for I am not merciful. I left her feet
free to kick at me. I expected that she soon would be kicking and screaming wildly. I swung the
whip through the air several practice times. It made a satisfactory swishing sound through the
air.

"Very impressive piece of leather." By now she had closed her eyes to me, unable to look. "Lets
see if I can take that dress off using it." As I finished the sentence I landed the first blow
along her left side. My aim was poor, I was trying for the lowest of the buckles but I was too
low and I hit her on her upper thigh. She gasped, she sucked in an entire lungfull of air,
twisting in the chains. There was a mark left behind.

"Please don't." I was surprised by this. Her pleas for resistance were coming a little late.
She looked at me through her tear filled eyes. "I'm pregnant." I thought back to her in the
bar. I had seen her drinking, and smoking. Two thing she would never do again. I would see to
that. If she was telling the truth, then she was doing her child harm. "If you are so pregnant
then why are you still taking your pills?" I dismissed the notion as a ploy and began. Soon I
was merrily swinging away at her. The buckles were surprising resilient but the dress was not.
Soon tears were appearing near the buckles. I did manage to unhook, destroy three of the four
buckles on the left side of her dress before I stopped. I needed to rest anyway. I walked up to
her, close enough to her body that I was barely touching her. I could feel the heat radiating
from her body, she smelled great. A mixture of sweat and makeup and fear. Her hair was a mess,
and I could feel tiny cuts and scratches along her ass as I groped her there. She had been
grinding her ass against the wall in a effort to avoid the blows. I let my fingers trace
themselves across the slash marks that covered her left side from her breast to her crotch. I
was standing between her legs now, pressing my knee against her cunt. It like the rest of her
was moist with her perspiration. I decided to test the waters using the handle of the whip. The
leather took her easily sinking nearly three inches into her. I decided to preempt her next
ploy. "Aren't you going to tell me you have AIDS?" She nodded at me yes. This too was a lie
intended to trick me. "Good me too, so you can't do much to me." I jammed the handle into her
as far as it would go. Only about five inched disappeared. I was expecting to go upto my elbow,
but I guess that the handle was a little too big around. She was finished now, completely
powerless to resist me. She had nothing left to bargain with. I could whip her to death and
nobody would ever know. She had only one option left to her. "Fuck me!" She was not a stupid
woman, she had no power to resist me. She knew she had only one card to play and she was using
it, now. No get out of jail card for her, only a fuck me now card to put off the whipping to
another time.

"How am I supposed to fuck you with that dress on." I had to chuckle at my own words. A blind
man with a dick an inch long would have no trouble finding avenues of approach through the
remnants of her clothing. It did nothing to hide her charms from view. This was just the way
she wanted it, a life of flaunting her body.

I stood back and swung at her some more, concentrating on the last remaining buckle that kept
the dress on. Finally, it cut loose and her dress was flung from her body, leaving her naked
yet again. "So much for the Domme." The idea of a woman dominating a man had always made me
sick to my stomach. And it was extremely satisfying to symbolically destroy the Domme from
within her body.

"Now we can fuck huh?"

"Yes ...yes....fuck me!"

"I'd love to, I really would but you don't know how to fuck yet. Oh' I'm sure you think you
know how to fuk but you really don't I mean you don't kno whow to satisfy me do you? not
really. But you will soon."

She was a bundle of confusion. Being fucked would certainly be horrible, as was the whipping,
but still she had convinced herself that it was preferable. And now I had rejected her. What
was going on? The manacles came off her wrist without much trouble. After al I had made them
myself, they were the best. I dragged her, and she stumbled along behind me on her towering
heels. I soon had her at the destination. Her training center; 'Center for the Study of
Advanced Fucking.' It was not far to where I was taking her. I swung open the doors to Cunt's
cell. "Professor meet you new pupil." I shoved Tawny into the cell, she fell into Cunt arms and
the two women were introduced to one another. Walking away I left the door open leaving them
them like that for a few moments, only to return with a notebook and a cloth bag both of which
I threw into the cell. "You'll need a few props Cunt, and that's the playbook, the program if
you will. I want you to teach her everything you know how to do that will bring a smile to my
face. She doesn't get fed either. Only water!" I punctuated this point with a raised finger.
Cunt was looking back at me, right in the eyes, paying close attention to my every word. "Once
you start her training you should be done in a few days. Well, you'll see how long it will
take. Use your own judgement, but don't keep me waiting too long Cunt." I turned my attention
to Tawny, staring her down. "I want to fuck her, you can see from looking at her that she was
made to be fucked. That that was what she was made for." Cunt was still staring at me. "You
don't want to piss me off do you?" "Your Cunt will do her best." I though about this for a bit,
while I closed the doors sealing them in together. And I hope she does to.

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