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Chapter One

 

Once upon a time, in a college far far away, a stupid bitch named Michelle made the biggest mistake of her life by getting her roommate expelled for possession. To add insult to injury, it was Michelle that planted the ecstasy Jess’s room in the first place – for no reason other then to get a laugh for herself and her friends. Jessica is now my wife and unfortunately for her former roommate, she is the type that holds grudges, particularly when dealing with other girls.

 

My wife and I had always fantasized about kidnapping a beautiful girl and holding as our prisoner. We had even played games and had three-ways to satisfy our needs along the way. Jessica could play the part of the soft-spoken girl next door, but she was Valkyrie at heart; the kind of woman that was man’s equal. What I loved most about her was that she allowed me to rule her, standing by my side because she wanted to be mine and not because she was too weak to stand on her own. Soon after we were married she told me the story about Michelle for the first time and right away it was crystal clear what she wanted. I was sitting at my desk and she knelt on the floor, spun the chair around so that she was right at my knees, and looked up with big innocent puppy-dog eyes.  

 

“Please let me have her. I want a slave girl. I want to feel her screaming into my pussy. I want to watch you take her.” She could see I was getting hard and started rubbing me through my pants. Jessica and I both have always had a way of taking whatever we wanted in life and right now we wanted the same thing. I put my hand beneath her chin and brought her face to my eyes. “If we do this, I’m charge without exception. If you don’t play by my rules, you’ll end up right beside her.”

 

I had to smile as I gazed out through the window into the night sky. Somewhere that little bitch was out there, oblivious to the fact that her whole future had just been decided.  

 

Once we made up our minds the rest was easy. With near limitless resources at our disposal we spent weeks converting our basement into a rock-solid dungeon. I ordered and assembled custom welded cages, bed-frames and doors to make the area escape-proof. Then I added steal reinforcement to the basement’s ceiling and concrete-anchored eyebolts to the floors and walls so that I could secure her anywhere I saw fit. Our favorite part was buying the toys and instruments we would soon use on the little whore. When it was all said and done the place was perfect. All we needed was our guest.

 

My brother is a cop in another city and he helped me track her down in no time without even asking why. He seemed to know already anyway. Michelle had only been out of college for a year and was living in some quiet suburb; apparently it had taken her six years to earn a four year degree in hospitality. Jessica dropped me off nearby and I approached her place on foot just after sunset. The plan was to subdue her fast, put her in the trunk of her own car and drive back to my place. In reality, such things do not require much planning.

 

But planning time was over. Now I was walking up to her front door and the lump in my throat was rising quick. The ground seemed to be moving beneath my feet as if I were floating up the steps. I rang the bell once and waited to see what would happen next. It felt as if I was watching everything happen from miles away. I heard footsteps first and then finally the deadbolts sliding free. Must have been my winning smile.

 

“Hi. You don’t know me, but my car is dead and I forgot to bring my cell. Could I just borrow your phone for a quick, 30 second call?”

 

“Yeah sure. Just a sec.” Michelle looked just like my wife had described. Half white, half Venezuelan, 5’6 or less – 110 pounds with a firm pair of C-cups sitting high and proud. It was going to be heaven breaking her and the thought alone was making my mouth water.   

 

Thankfully there was nothing in my demeanor that seemed threatening and she strolled back into her place to get a phone. Of course I did not stand and wait at the doorway like a good boy. I entered and locked the door behind me, getting as close as possible before pulling the gun out of my jacket.

 

“Change of plans. Get down on the floor, face down.”  Yelling would have only made the situation harder to control so I held back and commanded the situation like a professional. 

 

At first she had trouble deciding whether or not to do what she was told or run for her life. So she did what most girls would do in her position and tried to bargain.   

 

“You can take anything in the house you want – you don’t have to kill me.” She was already shrinking to the ground inch by inch so I helped her along and pulled her down to the hardwood kitchen floor.

 

“Do what I tell you to do – I won’t hurt you if you don’t make me. I’m just going to tie you up, take what I need and leave. Does that sound fair?” 

 

Not waiting for a reply I laid her down on her stomach and ordered her to keep her eyes shut and her face down. Then I used my knee to pin her to the floor with my weight while I set to work preparing her for the trip. Having practiced on Jessica made it go much smoother. Using rope from my bag I tied her hands behind her back, wrist over wrist. I finished with her arms and went straight for her legs, tying them together first at the ankles, then below and above the knees, and once at the top of her thighs. Her jean skirt was riding up on her the whole time and it took everything I had not to throw her over the back of a couch and fuck her brains out. Soon I would have all the time in the world to play with her body. Right now I just had to focus on the moment.

 

 

I continued to make a mummy out of her until I was sure she was helpless and then I rolled her over and taped her mouth shut. Slowly she began to realize that for a ‘burglar’ I did not seem to be interested in anything other then her. By that time it was already too late. I put a hood over her head and tied the drawstring tight around her neck. She started to panic as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the garage, even more so when she noticed she was going into the trunk of her car. I had just gotten Michelle inside and ready to go when I heard a sound that stopped my heart cold. The front door just opened and closed.

 

I came back out to the kitchen ready to fight – but to my relief it just another girl about Michelle’s age.  

 

Of course she had no idea what was happening and gave me a quick smile.

 

“You scared me there for a second. My name is Sarah, Michelle’s roommate. Are you Michelle’s friend?” She was the cutest little blonde girl I had ever seen. There was something about her face that made me unable or unwilling to look away. I could almost taste her lips and tongue on mine.

 

There was no real decision to be made at this point. I could not leave her there – taking her was my only choice. I let the gun speak for itself and close the distance quickly. She tried to make it to the door but I tackled her down before she could lift a foot.

 

“Be still. Be quiet. If you do what I tell you – I’ll just tie you up and leave you here. If you fight me even a little bit – I won’t bother wasting my time. Understand?”

 

She did not answer.

 

“Fine then, it makes to difference to me.” I put the gun under her chin and pulled the hammer back. It was not loaded of course. I would never have taken a chance like that with a loaded gun.

 

“You win - you win. Anything.”  …if only she knew.

 

I tied her up just like Michelle and taped her mouth shut. I will never forget the sight of Sarah holding out her delicate wrists to be tied for the first time. It was priceless. Then I hooded her fast, threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the car. With my two beauties nestled snuggly inside the trunk I slammed it shut and went back into the house. I grabbed some of the girl’s suitcases and packed them with as many clothes and personal items as I could so that people would think that her and her roommate had just left. Then I made one last sweep of the house to make sure that there was no indication of a struggle. I even remembered to lock the front door and turn the lights off.  

 

With my cargo in place I drove away from the house and down the empty streets into the pitch black night. It would be days before they were reported missing. By then that car would be in pieces buried on my property and the girls would be mine.

 

The long ride to my ranch began silently, however my passenger was soon full of life and noise. The voices were well muffled, but I nonetheless had the distinct feeling I was being cursed in various languages. The hours poured on relentlessly as the moonless night grew darker still. When we finally arrived I popped the trunk and got to work on the girls. The ropes worked well for the trip – nevertheless a long term solution was necessary to keep them bound and helpless as my prisoners. I grabbed hold of them by their necks with my big hands and applied a bit of pressure to stop their nervous squirming and get their attention. I wanted to show them just how helpless they were – that I could squeeze just as hard or as softly as I saw fit. I knew it was working when the moving ceased and the muffled pleading started up again.

I kept my hands in place while I made my speech.

 

“Glad I have your attention girls. We’re here now – at my place. There is not a single soul within 20 miles. I know these ropes are tight and you want to be untied. So I’m going to cut them away and put on a set of leather cuffs instead. If you try to fight me you’re only going to get hurt. Stay loose and limp and this will be over real quick.”  

 

I started on Sarah because she was closer. I put the cuffs on her ankles and wrists one by one as I cut the ropes away. Once they were buckled down and pad-locked I added a matching leather collar that seemed to humiliate her more then anything else. She was no trouble at all. I locked her hands behind her back and put her ankles together on an eight-inch chain before standing her up and leading the way inside. There was no danger in leaving Michelle unsupervised for the time being, but I slammed the truck down just as a precaution. Sarah was having a hard time walking with her ankles chained together, in fact I was half dragging her the whole way. She could not see the heavy steal door and the staircase – yet seemed to sense that she passing the point of no return when we got there and started crying again. I could have been mean, but at the time I just did not feel like it. I picked her up and carried her rest of the way. Once we were downstairs I locked her collar to eye bolt on the wall low enough so that she could sit on the floor and enjoy the show to come. I locked her wrists to the wall as well and pulled the hood off before I left, giving her a quick pat on the head. 

 

“Stay.”

 

Michelle knew better then to twist and turn as I cut the ropes and resigned her protests to giving me muffled yells. She even shot me the bird once which was certainly amusing. When I put the collar around her neck she went from scared and defensive to just plain pissed-off. Inside the house I basically had to wrestle her for ever foot of ground. Once I finally had her in the main room of the basement I positioned her facing against the edge of a low table, unlocking her ankles and refastening them to the table legs a good distance apart. Now I was ready to share my little secret with Michelle.

 

I took the hood off and allowed her eyes to adjust to the new environment. The whips and chains that decorated the walls of the dungeon merely hinted at the collection of cages, fucking machines and numerous other custom ordered devices. The lighting was dim in the cool main room and the whites of her eyes seemed to blaze against the struggling predawn light creeping in from the bared windows high above.

 

Jessica was looking very pleased with herself as she came down the stairs. I loved the way her soft black hair was bouncing lightly over her white satin negligee. The sexiest thing about my wife was her glorious 36 DD’s and matching hips. She made have wished she was more petite like the two brats we now owned – but I would not let her change a thing.   

 

She had a cruel smirk on her face as she eyed down the girl below.

 

“Hello Michelle, how are you doing these days?” her words dipped with delightful sarcasm.

“We are more then happy to have you as our guest. You see, we’ve decided that you are only fit to be a sex slave, so you will never be free again.” 

 

Sarah could not haven been more then ten feet away, but Jess was only interested in Michelle. She approached like a lioness, her delightfully wicked laughter perfectly complemented by the way she swayed her hips so seductively. Michelle’s tear-filled eyes said it all as Jess ran her fingers through the helpless girl’s hair.  

 

Watching them interact for the first time was almost too much handle and I had to break it up.

 

“Alright then – let’s get the bitch ready.”

 

I left her leather wrist cuffs fastened behind her back and tightened her collar. Of course she feebly tried to twist and turn her arms from my grasp, but with her legs spread wide apart she had no leverage; not to mention the fact that I outweighed her by about a hundred pounds of muscle. The next restraint was an arm binder that resembled an elaborate leather belt. Using this binding I was able to pull her elbows together and tie them securely in place, forcing her shoulders blades all the way back to compensate. This position appeared to be quite painful for the poor girl – yet it would surely be a pleasurable memory compared to experiences to come.

 

I wanted to enjoy the sound of her voice for a little while so I ripped the tape off her mouth and opened the floodgates.

 

“You don’t have to do this – if you let me go I’ll just forget the whole thing. I won’t tell anyone! I’ll walk home--! Please Jessica!” 

 

We were both amused by the endless barrage of pleas, mixed threats, and rants that came from her mouth a mile a minute. It was making me get hard fast – but I wanted to toy with her and make her suffer as long as possible. So with one hand I applied pressure on her back, forcing her to bend forward at the waist and lean onto to the table while I positioned myself behind her so she would get the idea. No sooner had her breasts touched the surface of the table did she spring back up against the light, measured resistance of my hand pressing down on her back. When she made it up-right I simply laid her flat again. This game continued for a brief time until she quickly tired. Then I simply leaned forward and pressed my cock against her ass until she fought with renewed vigor.

 

She was still clothed for the moment and desperately trying to talk her way out of the situation.

 

“Shush shush now little slut. You should be happy we making you a slave. Why you’ve always been a bit of whore haven’t you?” 

 

            “That’s not true – I’m sorry, I just want to go home now.”

 

“You don’t want to spend the rest of your life being fucked and treated like an animal?”

 

            “No! I never wanted this! Please let me go – you’re hurting me!”

 

 “Really? Alright then – I must have made a mistake. Let’s just do a simple test first – then we’ll see what you really want. I’m going to kiss you on your neck a little bit…if your nipples swell out for me you’ll spend the rest of your life as a sex slave. If your body doesn’t react – I’ll drive you home right away.”

 

Without waiting for a formal agreement I pulled her body back against my chest, covered her mouth with my hand and tilted her head up to the ceiling as I sank my teeth ever so lightly into her tender flesh. I pressed my cheek to hers while kissing into her neck like a predator feasting on his helpless prey, licking and gently nipping from the front of her throat around to the back just below her hair. My breath poured over her entire ear and my hot wet tongue traced every contour inside her lobes. With my hand over her mouth I could hear every quickened breath she took through her nostrils, letting me know exactly how her body was responding to my touch.

I parted my lips to whisper. 

 

“Are you ready to find out what you are?”

 

I lowered my hand from her mouth slowly, spread-out my fingers and ran them up and down over her shirt – feeling her hardened nipples jutting out for the entire world to see.

 

“I guess you are a filthy whore after all.” – She was completely humiliated and teary-eyed by this point.

 

I felt Jessica putting her hands up to my shoulders. “She always was a whore sweetheart – I bet she loves it up the ass!”

 

I was having fun humiliating Michelle, but had other needs to satisfy. I ran a pair of cloth sheers down the length of her skirt from the waistline down and did the same to her blouse, ripping the fabric from her body. In less the five seconds I had her standing in only a pair of high-cut panties that I quickly ripped away with my bare hands.

 

I heard Sarah gasp at the sight of what was happening to her friend and I turned my head to where she was chained. She was wide-eyed and motionless – obviously doing her best to remain unnoticed. I would be dealing with her soon and we both knew it. 

 

Michelle was breathing heavily now and begging for me to wait for just another moment. She knew she was going to be rapped – now she was only pleading for more time. I undressed myself leisurely and put my hand around her throat to hold her still as Jessica crawled up on the table and got face to face with her enemy.

 

 “His dick is going up your ass. These panties are going in your mouth.”

 

As expected she refused to open wide at first. I could have forced them in her mouth – but instead simply whispered in her ear that if she did not open her mouth, I would fuck her dry just to hear her scream.

            Her lips parted hesitantly and Jess did the honors of shoving the panties inside. A strip of clear packaging tape sealed her mouth shut and once again I leaned her over – this time I had Jessica lock her collar to a bolt on the table. Now I had a chance to get a better look at my pathetic victim. Her pouty pussy lips were just barely spread, showing a light pink contrast to her brown sugar skin. Her black hair was shortly trimmed, but not shaved. The anticipation was thickening in the room with each passing second as I continued to inspect her most secret areas. My finger slowly traced a path from the small of her back down between her checks and over her sensitive virgin asshole. I dipped my finger into a small jar of greasy lubrication and resumed lightly tracing over the smooth tightened skin, reminding myself to breathe. Slowly I began to press my index finger inside her ass, watching as her muscles tensed and contracted in a vain effort to hold me back. Then I felt my finger pass the grip of her sphincter muscles and force up inside of her.

            I was surprised to find her hot little ass was tighter then I expected. It was my first time entering a woman that way – but I knew it would be satisfying to violate her ass. I pulled my finger out slowly, working more of the slippery gel inside her hole and coating my throbbing hard-on with more of the same. Her legs were shaking as I grasped her tiny waist – locking myself onto her body with the tip of my shaft pressing on her bud. Then I took a deep breath and entered deep inside of her with one long hard thrust, rocking myself in and out until every single inch of my cock was up her ass.

            The feeling was amazing. She felt burning hot against the tender skin of my cock and I could feel every twitch and spasm of her ass as she tried to free herself from the intruder. I pulled out completely and coated my dick with another sloppy handful of lubrication – this time pushing in quickly and pumping as fast as possible. The more she moaned and fought and involuntarily tightened, the more she enhanced my own pleasure.

            With her panties stuffed in her mouth she could not speak at all, yet her fanatic muffled cries were music to my ears. With my hands on her hips I directed her ass to meet every hard thrust I made. The heavy table she was bent over was sliding further away until it reached a wall with a loud thud and it just kept coming. I closed my eyes and thought about the hell I would put her through and how much I would enjoy every second of it. Only her screaming and trashing brought me back to reality.

            I could feel my balls tightening up and the familiar euphoria that builds in the last seconds before the climax that enables me to pound at a furious pace. All the rest of the world faded away as I tried to hold off for just…another…second, until at last I sank my fingers into her hips – pulled her against me with all of my strength and shot a white-hot load into the furthest depths of her bowels. It was followed by another smaller burst and third until at last I was spent and waves of ecstasy washed through my veins. I leaned down and rested myself on top of her body for a moment wondering whose heart was beating fastest. Then I pulled out slowly and felt her asshole close around my cock as it slipped out. Sarah was shaking from head to toe. I knew that seeing what happened to Michelle would help persuade her to stay on good behavior.

 

Jess was certainly looking pleased. “Aren’t you glad we got the whole thing on tape?”

 

I had forgotten the room was video monitored. I just smiled in returned and whispered in her ear.

 

“I know you’re ready for you’re turn to play with her. But be patient. Let me shower her down first and get her ready in the other room.”

 

“That’s fine. I’ll go upstairs – I need to play with my toys for little while.” As she was walking up the stairs she stopped and turned back…

“I want that little blonde girl in there too.”

 

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. When I returned, Michelle was still faintly screaming into her gag as if she were still being raped. Her arms were turning noticeably red by this point so I decided to untie them for now. She did not have the strength to fight as I carried her to the shower room; in fact her arms were completely useless for the moment. In the shower room I locked her ankle cuffs directly to eyebolts on the floor about four feet apart. She was kicking randomly at me as I locked her down, but once her legs were spread it was easy to lock her wrist cuffs together and fasten them to a chain hanging from the ceiling to pull her arms tautly over her head. Her over-stuffed mouth was giving me ideas about how it would be filled in the near future.   

 

The ice cold water woke her instantaneously from her dismal stupor and the look in her eyes told me to be thankful she was locked down. I thoroughly cleaned every inch of my victim with a garden hose attachment, starting with her feet. The misty clouds of water fell over her like a surreal rainstorm as images of raping her flashed in and out of my mind. Every once in a while I aimed a hard blast of water directly at her clit just to see her go crazy trying to twist and turn away. When she tried to give me an evil eye I sprayed her in the face. Once she was soaked down I got a little bottle of soap and filled my hands. Then I started to get a decent lather going over her shoulders and chest – being sure to get two good handfuls of her breasts and letting my cock brush against her ass whenever I wanted. Michelle was sobbing with her head hung low in utter defeat. She knew there was no escape from my touch.

 

I squeezed her firm little c-cup breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Then my hands slid down over her soapy body, cupping her pussy hard to remind her that I owned her body now. I used my middle finger to separate her lips, curling just the tip of my finger inside her as I whispered in her ear.  

 

“Your mine now slut.” 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter two.

 

After I was finished showering Michelle I unlocked her ankle cuffs from the bolts on the floor, letting her to use the bathroom quickly before dragging her across the hall. Inside the next room I forced her to the wall and ripped the tape from her lips – allowing her to expel the completely soaked panties from her mouth. Without waiting for her to find the right words I spun her back around and laid her out on a cruel looking medical examination chair. The bare metal felt freezing cold against her naked flesh and I had to hold her down while I chained her wrists and ankles into the proper position. Then with the touch of a button the exam chair began to lower slightly and recline back until she was lying at just the right angle.

 

She might have believed the worse had already happened – but I knew better and started adding more straps to her legs, upper body and arms. That little girl would need to be held down extra tight for what was coming. We made eye contact and for a moment and I thought she would start to plead for mercy. But she knew there was nothing she could possibly gain from talking to me at this point and turned her head to the side so she would not have to look at me. 

 

“Good. Keep that defiant attitude you disobedient little bitch. You think the worse has already happen to you – I promise you’re wrong. Don’t forget, it’s my wife that doesn’t like you. She’ll be visiting you real soon.”

 

I ran my fingers lightly back and forth over her stomach, teasing her by letting each stroke go just a little further down, just a little closer to her pussy. Goose bumps started to rise on her skin. Her nipples were contracted tighter then I had ever seen on a woman. I knew the real reason was simple: the room was 68 degrees and she had just been in the shower. Of course I used it to humiliate her further.

 

“You’re still turned on? Wow! You must really like it rough. I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

 

I let my hands go up to her breasts and started pinching her nipples, starting slowly at first and then gradually increased the pressure till she could not stand it any longer. Her tortured groaning was erotic to say the least, but she refused to call out for mercy. She closed her eyes tight and started turning her head from side to side – clenching her teeth and rocking her whole body as much as she could. Still my grip never loosened.

 

“Are you beginning to understand...?” I was pinching her nipples as hard as I could now, rolling them between fingers and pulling them out at the same time. “…You are going to do everything I tell you to do.”

 

Finally her resolve crumbled and the caged animal within sought only to save herself.

 

“YEESSSSS! Please yes - anything, I’ll do anything if you stop! Anything you want. Just stop hurting me!”

 

Her voice was broken and trembling. But my grip was still not loosening.

 

“You will do what you are told – AND – I will hurt you as I see fit. I don’t bargain with slave girls!”  I twisted and pulled her nipples more until her face was red and contorted with a silent scream. Then without a word I simply let go and left her in the room alone. She would not have believed it at the time, but all I was really doing was getting her nipples awake and sensitive for what was coming next.

 

Jessica was already back downstairs. She was kneeling in front of Sarah in the main room not saying a word. The look on her face was both deadly serious and lustful at the same time; her eyes never left Sarah’s. 

 

“Poor little thing – she must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.” 

 

            “Pretty much. She was there in the house so I had no choice.”

 

“I like her…we’ll have to train this one as a pet.” Jessica loved seeing the poor girl shake.

 

            “Michelle is waiting for you on the chair. I’ll bring this one; just don’t start without me.”

 

The sight of Sarah chained to the wall was already making my heart pound in chest. She was terrified of being left alone with me and thought Jessica would protect her simply because they were both women. As her female captor disappeared down the hall she looked timidly at me and then made an uneasy glace at the table where I had just viscously raped her roommate.

 

“Don’t worry sweetheart; it’s not your turn for that yet.”

 

I unchained Sarah from the wall and cornered her back against it at the same time. Her instincts told her to reach up and rip the tape off her mouth herself, but to my surprise she fought the urge. I smiled just a little so she would know that I noticed her self-control. Then I reached up to her face and pealed away a small corner of the strip – pausing for a moment to clarify the rules. 

 

“If you speak without permission you will pay dearly for it. I expect your best behavior. You will call me Master and you will call Jessica Mistress when addressed. Is that clear?”

 

Then I pulled the tape carefully away from her mouth – watching her frustration build as she contemplated whether or not it was the best time to give her ‘this has all just been some sort of mistake’ rant. 

 

“Is that better?”

 

At first she did not say anything, then sensing that I was still waiting for a response she leapt at the opportunity to please.

 

“Yes Master.”

 

To be honest, it was the first time I had ever been really been called Master and hearing it for the first time sure put a grin on my face. She was still wearing the blouse and dress pants she had been wearing when she was abducted and her arms were crossed hesitantly over her chest. The air was cold and I assume she was trying to hide her breasts from my eyes before I made her the same deal I made Michelle. The clothes must have made her feel safe in a way – as if she was not going to be touched by the evil surrounding her. Her lovely green eyes were begging me for answers.

 

I could have raped her right then and there. The only thing keeping me at bay was in her eyes, the way I felt when I looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to make her my slave – I just did not want to hurt her the way I had hurt Michelle. It might have seemed ridiculous given the situation, but I decided that there was nothing stopping me from treating the girl with a reasonable level of compassion.

 

“I know you have a lot of questions sweetheart. I promise the two of us will get a chance to talk tonight. Right now is not the time.”

I got closer and put my hands up to her head, holding her gently and turning her face up to mine as if I was going to kiss her. I was at least twice the size of the fragile girl in my hands and every fiber of her being must have told her to escape at all costs. Still she somehow managed to give herself over to my control. Looking down at her pretty face I sharply realized that despite my absolute power over her body, I could never truly understand what she was feeling in her heart as she faced her nightmare. She would never have known it of course – but I respected her in my own depraved way.  

 

“I’m going to undress you and put you in a cage for now. I’m not going to hurt you, so just relax and don’t give me any trouble?”

 

Her lips started to quiver as she spoke and there was hardly any sound. “Yes Master...”

 

Slowly I dropped down to my knees in front of her and unbuttoned her dress pants, letting them fall down around her ankles. Her hands instinctively moved to hide herself as she stepped out of her pants, but she thought better of it and put them back at her side as my eyes looked up at what she was protecting. She was standing there wearing nothing but a blouse and a thong and all I could think about was putting my face between her legs and licking her pussy through the thin silk. As I stood I brought her blouse up over her head and dropped it to the floor, stopping to admire the way her breasts were displayed in her lacy little push-up bra. It looked so damn good that I decided to leave it on.

 

Michelle’s screaming echoing down the hallway told me that Jessica was not waiting anymore. I left Sarah in her bra and panties for now and lead her down the narrow hallway to join Michelle. When we walked in Jessica had a riding crop in her hand and was busy turning Michelle’s chest bright red. I put a medium size ball-gag in Sarah’s mouth and quickly buckled it into position before locking her inside a cage in the corner. The cage was tall and slender so that she was forced to stand up straight with her hands chained above her head and her body pressing against all sides at the same time. I like that design in particular because I could never fit inside it myself. 

 

Meanwhile, Jessica was setting up her equipment. She extended a medical tray from the cart table and started organizing the evil-looking instruments so that Michelle could see them. Suddenly it was all becoming clear to the little brat; the extra restraints and the long needles could only mean she was going to be pierced. 

 

“What are you going to do? Please wait - Please don’t do this. I’ll be good! Anything…I…pleeeaase…-

 

Jessica had already tired of such pointless dialogue and forced a large dental tool into Michelle’s mouth that looked like a heavy-duty spider gag. Quickly she began to ratchet it open until Michelle mouth was as wide as it would go without injury. Now instead of talking she was busy trying to swallow and figure out where to put her tongue. The gag was working nicely, so I started adjusting the twin bars on either side of the headrest, folding them down and tightening them in on both sides of her head to hold it firmly in place. I even used special straps under her chin and across her forehead to stop her from wiggling it up and down.

 

Michelle was fighting with all of her strength to escape her fate as Jessica snapped on a tight pair of latex gloves. Then the unmistakable smell of rubbing alcohol filled the room and our victim went motionless. Jess carefully soaked a roll of cotton swabs and went right to work coldly preparing her victim’s nipples for piercing. Michelle was doing her best to plead her case, but it was impossible to distinguish any words. Jessica knew exactly what the pathetic slut was trying to say and as if to answer her worse fears she held up the six-inch needle right in front of the girl’s face and started laughing. She even turned around and held it eye level in front of the cage where Sarah was waiting. Then she reached down and grabbed Michelle’s nipple at the very tip – pulling it straight out and passing the spear-like point through the tender flesh. Without pausing she did the same thing to the other side, leaving both needles about halfway through.

 

Michelle was hyperventilating and clinching her eyes shut – anything she could to escape the reality of the pain. Her mouth was still held wide open by the cruel metal gag and I was standing over her, looking down her throat. Jessica seemed to regret doing the punctures so quickly and started pinching Michelle’s still skewered nipples between her nails without sympathy. As Michelle lost control and took a deep breath to scream – I slipped my middle finger down the back of her throat until she was forced to gag involuntarily. We kept tag-teaming her this way for little while, relishing in delight that she could neither save her poor little abused titties nor turn her head to avoid deep-throating my fingers.

 

Then Jessica turned to me with a devious grin on her face.

 

“I know what she’s missing!”

 

At first I did not recognize the stuff she grabbed from the cabinet; until she started plugging all the cables into the panel on the wall. She was going to fry the bitch!

 

“Remind me never to get on your bad side!”

 

Jess was too caught up in what she was doing to even hear me. She attached the first positive and negative alligator clips directly to each end of the long piercing needles and continued adding more of the viciously biting clips wherever she could find the flesh - including one on each of the terrified girl’s ear lobes, her finger tips, and four to decorate her tender labia. Meanwhile, I started wrapping her feet with some shiny thin gauge copper wiring – making sure to wrap her two big toes generously and using pulse pads to hold exposed lines to the soles of her feet. Looking down over her own naked body she could see that the wires were all leading back to the battery-powered control panel. She knew what was going to happen next – it was more then evident in the way she was breathing.

 

Jessica held the remote in hand and looked over the knobs and dials as if she was curious about what they did. In actuality, she practically designed the system herself and was just prolonging the girl’s suffering with a bit of suspense. The peak power output was a rather tame 36 volts so there was little or no danger that our guest would be seriously injured. Nevertheless, the combination of high amperages and carefully chosen wave frequencies would certainly make her feel like she was in hell without giving her the sweet release of unconsciousness. 

 

When I was finished with the cables I gave Jessica a nice hard slap on the ass. “She’s all ready to learn about electricity baby.”   

 

I knew she was getting pretty turned on by the way she held herself out for the slap. I couldn’t wait to see her raping Michelle herself.

 

“Now you might feel a slight sensation dear.” 

 

With that she flicked the switch and let the current loose to every outlet. Michelle’s body flew to the furthest limits allowed by her bonds, arching her back so hard the leather straps holding her body creaked and whined from the draw. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract at the same time and just a quickly as it had begun the current vanished. It had only been a few seconds and Michelle was gasping for breath. Her young heart was pumping so hard it seemed to jump from her chest with every beat. I have no doubt that if it was information we wanted – it would have been given twice over by this point.

 

“That was an eight dear, and spread out over your whole body. It goes up to twelve.”

 

Jessica wanted the satisfaction of hearing her victim’s voice, so she started taking the heavy steal gag out of her mouth. Once it was out she tossed it aside and went back to the remote. She knew Michelle would speak without permission and was just waiting for it.

 

“Please let me go. Please just--” suddenly her voice jumped an octave at sudden shock of the current hitting her nipples and pussy folds at near maximum levels. “: -- AHHHHHHH NO PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY HEEELP ME-EEEEEE!!! PLEEEASE!”

 

My ears where ringing from the shrill pitch of her voice – Still Jessica had the last word in volume.

           

“NO ONE GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK BITCH!” 

 

Jessica reclined the chair all the way back so that Michelle’s head was only about two or three feet above the ground. Then she pulled her own panties down, lifted her negligee up and stood straddling over Michelle’s face with the remote in hand.

 

“When I give you a command I expect you to follow it.”

 

Michelle was tiring not to look directly up at her Mistress’s pussy as I undid the head restraints and lifted the chair back up slightly. Now my wife’s pussy was only inches above Michelle’s mouth and she handed me the remote – freeing both her hands to guide her bitch’s head the way she saw fit.

 

“I want to feel you tongue deep inside my pussy you fucking slut. You better give the performance of your life!”

 

With that she lowered herself down to Michelle’s open mouth while at the same time reaching behind to grab a handful of her slave’s breast that was still skewed with the long needle. Michelle’s eyes were wide, her air was cut-off by the pussy smothering her face and she was struggling to take a breath.

 

“BAD GIRL! – I’ll give you some air when you figure out how to work your fucking tongue. – Hit her feet!”

 

Michelle screamed into Jessica’s pussy with all her might as the current lashed out – licking over her tender soles with the crackling invisible flame. “Hit her again!” Once more Jessica was treated to the wicked sensation of her slave’s squeals. “That was perfect! I love it when she screams!”

 

Michelle was completely humiliated at the sex toy she had become and closed her eyes in shame as her new Mistress rode her furiously. Of course, Jessica hated seeing such behavior from the little brat and rewarded her with a hard, open-handed slap directly on her tortured chest.

 

“Open you’re eyes and look at me you fucking slut!”

 

Michelle must have been doing something better because now her Mistress was purring in delight, rocking her hips back and forth – grinding her pussy over her bitch’s mouth and face. Slowly Michelle started to figure out how to take in the precious air through her nose when her Mistress pulled away. Jessica was riding her good now, getting just what she wanted. Her hips made quick little thrusts over Michelle’s face – her wet pussy sliding over her pet’s mouth so that her clit was hitting against that cute little button nose with each thrust. 

 

Jessica was breathing hard and biting her bottom lip as she tried to hold off her first orgasm – but it was too late. I saw her legs shake as she closed her eyes and put her head back to yell out.

 

“MORE! MORE! – Use that tongue you fucking slut! – fuck my pussy with your tongue! – harder, harder – YES!” - She came so hard that her knees buckled and she held to Michelle’s head for support.

 

Finally it was over.

 

“I hope you liked that as much as I did you miserable little slut because we’ll be doing it again real soon!”

 

As she walked around the chair she came face to face with Sarah, ball-gagged and on display standing in her cage with her arms drawn overhead.

 

“I bet you’re pretty good with your mouth too – you look like a spoiled little lesbian.”

 

As her heart rate started to return to normal she got to work finishing up with Michelle’s piercings; replacing the thick long needles with a pair of sliver rings. Needless to say, Jessica had no interest in being gentle. Michelle was crying of course and Jess was getting irritated.

 

“Will you please gag this bitch? An extra-large ring gag maybe, I want her mouth to get use to being stretched open.” 

 

I buckled the gag into place while Jessica coated Michelle’s tortured nipples with a special gel that would hardened and protect her slave’s nipples from infection while they healed.

 

Jessica seemed to be satisfied for the moment.

 

“These little bitches still need a lot of training – but I’m up for it. Feel free to fuck that little blonde while I make us some lunch.”

 

My gaze found Sarah cowering in her cage with teary eyes.

 

“You know I’m up for it baby! You go ahead upstairs – I’ve got the girls now.”

 

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