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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and
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CainePaine
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"Four peas" - Part 3
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"Would you just stop?" Jessica asks with hands on her hips. "You think one of us hasn't tried that already? You're going to get in trouble, puppet," she warns as she crosses her satin-sleeved arms.
Dawn is on her knees, sliding her rubber-gloved fingertips along the bottom seam of the heavy door through which their captors last departed hours ago. "I don't know what you've tried," she responds testily. "But, there's no way I can stay here. There has to be something they missed." She lowers her face closer to the polished floor, but there is only blackness to be seen in the millimeter of space between the steel portal and the ground.
"Whatever," the redhead says, shaking her head. Her crimson tresses still haven't completely dried after the hot bath she took in her private suite. "We have no way to tell when they're watching or listening, puppet, but I definitely wouldn't want to be caught snooping around like that."
As 'princess', Jessica is in charge of the rest of them, even during 'free time' every day. And, despite the fact that she's ratted out the others before for various indiscretions, their jailers have never said it's a requirement of the position. "Oh well", she mentally washes her hands clean, "no one can say I didn't try to warn the idiot."
"Shoot, come on!" Dawn pounds her latex fist on the ground in growing frustration. She sighs, but then quickly shifts around on her knees as she realizes she's been flashing her bared crotch towards the others in the room as she bent over. "Not that it matters," Dawn figures to herself, "Sophie is COMPLETELY naked... but still."
The latest kidnap victim is unsure how long it's been since she was abducted. But, Dawn has now slept three times in her small but brightly decorated cell, "so maybe four days?" she thinks.
"Puppet, it's time again," Sophie calls out to her. "And, we should probably hurry."
Dawn's blonde hair cascades in front of her face as she drops her head in exasperation, still on her hands and knees. As she stands, she looks down at herself finally, having avoided doing so before in an effort to pretend she's not dressed like a futuristic hooker.
Another rubber outfit, pink this time with white, ruffled trim at the edges, leaves her breasts and crotch exposed yet again. She has yet to grow accustomed to the tingly drafts of air that blow across her most intimate of areas. She concedes that the pink opera gloves and rubber hose aren't so bad, but the ridiculously pointed ballet shoes cramp her toes awfully if she remains standing too long.
Looking up at the ceiling, Dawn sees the black, domed timekeeper showing about 30 minutes left of free time. Sophie is already straddling the sybian, so Dawn moves closer to that corner of the room in order to work the controls. This will be the third and final time she performs this function today. An apparent requirement for 'puppet' is to assist in whatever debauchery is mandated by the savage couple holding the quartet of young women.
Sophie, or 'pussy', as she is demeaningly referred to, is such a pretty girl, Dawn thinks to distract herself. The brunette is the youngest of their group, but she also has the largest breasts, which makes Dawn just a tad envious. Annoyed at herself, she immediately wipes the thought from her mind. All of them are in this together after all.
Dawn watches as the buxom girl reaches up with both hands to stabilize the double-headed dildo draped around her neck. She does so in order to squat, nude over the sybian and line up her crotch with the gizmo. This, in order to fulfill the psychos' demands that she orgasm on the machine three times daily.
And, according to Jessica, the sexual show that 'pussy' is required to deliver changes every so often. When Akio last wore the signature dildo-yoke, she had specific orders to achieve orgasms three times a day only while 'puppet' endlessly inserted and withdrew a multi-sized string of anal beads into and out of her rectum.
Dawn's stomach lurched when she heard this. At least that was before she arrived, and her own obligatory assistance with the sybian is much less intimate in nature, so far.
The sybian, an apparatus loosely resembling a saddle, sits on the ground and has a large phallic protrusion sticking up from its center. An attached control box determines the sex machine's level of vibration, as well as the speed of the dildo's swirling around once inside its seated hostess.
Strangely, the rule is that 'pussy' is the only one allowed to use this sybian gadget. Dawn personally wonders why anyone in their right mind would even want to go near the repulsive thing.
Sophie voices a tiny whimper as the vertical nodule disappears inside her vagina. Since her own saliva is the only source of alternative lubricant available, she finds it demeaningly necessary to spit on the knob first. Having violated herself like this already twice today, she's sore down there. And, she just hopes it doesn't take long to climax again, especially since faking it certainly isn't an option.
Having straddled the object, Sophie attaches the blood pressure monitoring clip to her own right index finger, and waits patiently as Dawn applies the measuring sensor-pads to her temples and upper chest. Like usual, if Sophie doesn't authentically reach an orgasm, the system will register her lack of appropriate physical response. And, that will mean punishment... to be avoided at all costs.
Dawn kneels with her legs closed beside the contraption, but out of view of the video camera mounted on a steel pole and facing into the corner... directly at Sophie and the machine.
"Ready, Sop...?" Dawn stumbles, almost speaking the girl's real name. "Umm... ready?"
"Yes, but... will you start a little lower this time?"
"Ok." The reluctant blonde has the large, square box ready in her lap as she kneels, and she turns the left-most dial slowly upward until Sophie gives her the signal to stop.
Sophie knows the only way to climax is to let her mind drift away from this awful setting. Unfortunately, her subconscious has the cruelest tendency to transport her back to the interminable days when she lived in terror and filth as a human pig to the monsters who imprison them. Even recently, when she had the opportunity to get some sleep in the 'pussy chair', she sometimes awoke suddenly, screaming as she relived those moments of horror.
Akio is in there right now, Sophie sadly reminds herself. Covered in grime and muck, sitting close to or even directly in her own putrid waste in a rolling cage. Entombed in the darkest of holes, while every hour blood-curdling swine noises scream their deaths at you!
Sophie's eyes fly open, anxious to escape the indelible memories. "Ok, that's not going to work," she considers. Luckily, the vibrations of the joystick inside her are not entirely unpleasant, and she decides to focus on a distant point across the room. The gleaming, digital security pad next to the access door will do, she guesses.
"Kurt kissing me near his parents' orchard," she remembers fondly, finding a suitable mental aid to help get her off. "His lips were so soft, I even let him touch my breasts through my shirt," she lets her imagination drift to happier times. She slides her hands up her stomach and lightly strokes her sensitive nipples.
The damned camera is such an irksome distraction though. She has tried every time to limit the erotic show she puts on for the unknown creeps watching. But, she still has to stimulate herself, to enjoy this enough, to finish.
Plus, Lord Dickhead and Mistress Bitch have made her humiliate herself in so many sick ways in the past that this isn't as embarrassing as it would have been before.
"Ok, a little faster please," she requests of Dawn. Her hips undulate slowly as her thoughts return to sweet memories of Kurt and her innocent infatuation.
Jessica, seated across the room at the massive oak table with the clear, glass top, diverts her eyes away from the autoerotic display. She really does have to be careful. If her sister abductees knew the thoughts she had sometimes, they would alienate her and never speak to her again. Nevermind that they would still be compelled to do whatever she, as 'princess', says.
Glancing back to the spectacle again, Jessica feels her face flush seeing the desirable Sophie heft the weight of her generous breasts and squeeze them tantalizingly between her fingers. Jessica wants very badly to go over and slap the raven-haired slavegirl across the face to remind her who's in charge, and then to kiss her savagely against her will. But, she dare not display anything but benign nonchalance.
It's not even the fact that 'pussy' is masturbating herself so graphically in front of them that makes Jessica cream sinfully inside her own satin panties. Rather, it's knowing that the big-titted vixen has no choice in the matter. That Lord Lucius and Mistress Margo will make her suffer if she doesn't comply. And, maybe they will let Jessica administer the interesting punishment, whatever form it takes.
Sure, in her somewhat lofty position of power, Jessica could indulge any forbidden fantasy she wanted with the other attractive girls. Restraining her so far, however, has been the truth that the tide of fortune could turn against her at any moment. Any outrage she unleashed now could easily be revisited upon her by the others in the future. Still, though, that won't stop her from dreaming about the countless possibilities.
The demurely attired, red-haired girl didn't used to feel this way. Yes, she derived some small thrill from the minor shoplifting she committed in her youth. And, maybe she did enjoy peaking through the window to watch her older sister screwing her biker boyfriend at times.
But, being turned on by helping to torture and abuse innocent women? Maybe, she rationalizes, it's just that anything illicit or taboo has always excited her. Otherwise, what's happening? What is she really becoming?
While Sophie and Dawn are distracted, she slips a hand beneath the table, under her voluminous dress, and plays with herself subtly as she watches the attractive brunette begin to ride the mechanical bull-toy between her shapely legs. The idea that Sophie will be harshly chastised if she doesn't orgasm in front of the camera's anonymous audience sends a shiver of ecstasy through Jessica's body. Especially since Jessica could very well be the one picked to deliver the harsh reprimand should Sophie fail.
"Ohh, mmhhhh," Sophie moans quietly as the stirrings in her loins spread outward to her extremities. "Higher, puppet. Mmhhhh, yes that's good." She places warm hands against her blushing cheeks, elbows tucked between her breasts, and drags her palms deliciously down her front as she remembers that day under the trees...
She would give anything to experience the fleeting moment with Kurt again. How little she knew about life and its many cruelties so long ago. To feel safe in his embrace once more, and to have his strong hands touching her ready body...
Abruptly, Sophie throws her head back, grabs the saddle hump between her legs, and bears down harder with her pelvis, grinding aggressively against the artificial phallus gyrating inside her moist sex. "Mmhhhh yes!" she exclaims as she fucks the athletic-bodied Kurt, carefree on the fresh, spring grass.
Personally, Dawn is disgusted that she has to witness, much less play a part in, these crude exhibitions over and over. "These people are going to hell for doing this to us," she consoles herself for the hundredth time. She sniffs to fight back judgmental tears of anguish, missing her calm, normal life.
Even worse, if the roles are changed some day, how can she possibly bring herself to do... that! What poor Sophie is doing. And, who are the unseen watchers behind the camera, probably leering at this obscenity? It's so shameful and gross!
Dawn HAS masturbated before, at least she's tried to on a few occasions. But, she read on the internet that many women need time to learn how to orgasm, and she's always hoped that she would be able to reach that elusive summit with a caring, patient partner.
This... flesh show... mortifies her to no end. She wouldn't even be able to insert that big honking knob inside herself, much less orgasm!
She swallows the nausea building in her throat, hoping against hope, that the police find this evil den of perversion... and soon.
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"WREEEAAAK!!!! WREE... WREEEAAK!!!"
The shrill sounds of animal suffering peal forth from the pitch blackness enveloping Akio. Her previously resting heart attempts to leap out of her chest as the primal screams pierce into her brain and overwhelm her confused, exhausted senses.
At last, she remembers where she is, but her automatic physical responses to danger have rocketed her system into overdrive. Her bloodstream is spiked with coursing adrenaline, and her abruptly awakened nerves can't help but process every single gory detail of the cacophonous pigs being gutted.
Akio would like nothing more than to close off her ears to the cruel, incessant noises, but that evil bastard handcuffed her wrists to separate corners at the top of the cage before sealing her into the wall this time. She can only try to moderate her breathing and focus on something more pleasant until the vicious recordings shut off once more.
After an eternity of being reminded that she means nothing more to her soulless captors than did those fattened pigs, the silence finally returns. But, even then it's a cold and eerie quiet... and so lonely.
The captive at the bottom rung of the sick social ladder inches her butt backward to try to alleviate the itching caused by the dirty hay beneath her. The butt plug is somewhere out in front, extruded with difficulty the last time she had to scoot as far forward as possible to relieve her bowels. She gives small thanks that the smells aren't nearly as bad as the discomfort of her skin, caked as it is in the greasy mud that was poured over her hours ago.
She wipes her soiled cheek against her equally filthy shoulder in another futile attempt to transfer the grime, but she obtains no relief. And, it feels like bugs are crawling through her clumped hair, but thankfully she has seen no evidence that the sensation is real.
She made this choice, she reminds herself reluctantly. She willingly traded places with Sophie in order to save Danielle, the love of her life, from a similar fate. The painful sacrifice fills her spirit briefly with uplifting righteousness. But, the juicy squishing between her toes as she lowers her foot from a simple stretch yanks her back into this harrowing reality.
How many days will she have to live like this? She believes her mental faculties may be able to withstand a few more, but after that? How could Sophie have possibly endured the last month or more as a wretched beast in this hell?
One of the worst parts of the experience is that Akio also has no measure of time. As far as she can tell, the pig sounds come at random intervals. When she was last in this hole, she tried to count the number of instances the recordings played to see if they were fixed. But, now seven already compared to five last time discredits her hopeful theory.
As her head nods forward and her sore body begins to succumb to fatigue yet again, Akio imagines how good it will feel to have the new girl, Dawn, rinse all the filth away with clean, refreshing water from the hose. She never knew before how excited she could be to shampoo her hair and brush her teeth at last, even while kneeling naked inside a cage.
Unfortunately, without the use of her hands, she cannot reinsert the loathsome anal plug as is required of 'pig'. She knows they must have planned it this way, but it doesn't stop the frissons of dread from dancing along her spine at the thought of whatever sinister penalty awaits for her involuntary transgression.
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"Look, I told you! Hurry, come look! See?!!" Margo says excitedly as her husband strolls toward the enormous, wall-sized HD screen in his plush robe and slippers. She has the tiny control stick in hand, and the camera hidden in the time-display dome above their peas downstairs is zoomed closely in on princess.
"Wow," Lucius grins incredulously, "that little whore is getting off on watching pussy. What do you know?" He steps closer to his ravishing wife, seated in her red, skimpy negligee. Through his cashmere robe, he rubs her bare arm with his stiffening manhood, enjoying the foreplay.
"I knew she looked oddly out of breath the last few times we toyed with our darlings," Margo gushes, "but at the very least, this proves that our ginger princess likes to see her sister-slaves masturbate! And, haven't you seen the look in her eyes lately when she's hurting one of them? I really think we have a latent sadist on our hands, dear. Why do you think she's so good at coming up with new ways to entertain us? I told you so!" She thrusts her elbow weakly into his thigh.
"Ok ok, something's going on, I admit. But, I told YOU long ago we should have SOME sort of surveillance installed in their rooms too. Right now, we have nothing! Tell me again, why is that such a bad idea?" He grabs a handful of her silky blonde hair and caresses its length as he watches the full-color projection screen closely.
"Come on, we've been through this," she lectures up at him over her shoulder. "We would have to discipline them constantly if we saw all the little rules they must break when they're alone in their cells. And, I like a little mystery anyway. Otherwise, things might grow predictable and utterly boring."
"Hmm, you're right," he bends over to place a loving kiss on her full, glossy lips. "I guess we DO make it so the dumb cunts can't possibly meet all our demands as it is. How much fun is it to thrash their tender bodies and make them feel like they're deserving everything they get?" His cock has wormed its way out between the folds of his robe, and juts hungrily outward.
"You know I love it... my Lord," she teases, wrapping her fingers firmly around his member.
She turns back to the display. "There she goes," she says, noticing the other monitor now where pussy is having her final orgasm. "That was the last one. Almost ready to go play?" She casts a coquettish wink up at him.
"Try to beat me down there," he whispers as he thrusts his dick in and out of her grasp.
"Oh wait!" he remembers something suddenly. "Our special delivery for pig arrived yesterday, and I have it all nicely defrosted in the refrigerator upstairs."
"Mmhh, THAT is going to be memorable. Did you decide what we should do with it yet?" Her eyes sparkle with glee.
Lucius already imagined several possibilities for the costly twenty gallons of grade-A bull semen just waiting to be decanted. The Midwest supplier who took the order from him weeks ago tried to wrangle information out of Lucius regarding his supposed enormous stock of breeding cows, but the amused Lucius was able to fend him off with credible generalities.
Still, no specific plans for the vats of bovine ejaculate have settled concretely in his mind. Without doubt, the worst possible designs for the thick, nasty bull-cum will involve their newest piggy slut, but to deny the other three peas a 'taste' of such a prize would be so unfair.
Regardless, Lucius does know that naļve, little puppet, their new blonde tart with those awesome, pear-shaped titties will surely be appalled at the role she's going to play in asian-piggy's unprecedented defilement.
End of part 3
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I welcome remarks about my stories, either appreciative or critical. All comments received, now and in the future, inspire Me to continue to write.
Truly yours,
CainePaine
CainePaine@gmail.com
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