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She kneels there feeling the heat in her freshly whipped back dissipate...She's waiting for you to come back and sit down so you can receive your third, hands free blowjob of the afternoon.
When you sit down and she obediently shuffles her knees closer to the chair and puts her lips on the tip of your precum dripping rigid dick, she lets out a little yelp of surprise as you pull up hard on her hair.
Her tired face looks up at you in confusion and then understanding as you tell her...
"I am going to read to you...while you work hard to swallow down another load of my spunk...Question is, what story to read to you?"
Then you scan through the indexes and choose one that will make her pussy drip even as she chokes on your cock.
Story Index No. 1, Teen slaves and selling girls
Story Index No. 2 Prisons and slaves and daughters
Story Index No. 3 Training and brutal predicaments
Story Index No. 4 MILFs, Fat ones and mother/daughter
Story Index No. 5 Kidnapping and nonconsenual
Story Index No. 6 Chapter stories, incl Raina & Nyasia
Story Index No. 7 Chapter stories incl Helen Hardstone
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She kneels there feeling the heat in her freshly whipped back dissipate...She's waiting for you to come back and sit down so you can receive your third, hands free blowjob of the afternoon.
When you sit down and she obediently shuffles her knees closer to the chair and puts her lips on the tip of your precum dripping rigid dick, she lets out a little yelp of surprise as you pull up hard on her hair.
Her tired face looks up at you in confusion and then understanding as you tell her...
"I am going to read to you...while you work hard to swallow down another load of my spunk...Question is, what story to read to you?"
Then you scan through the indexes and choose one that will make her pussy drip even as she chokes on your cock.
Story Index No. 1, Teen slaves and selling girls
Story Index No. 2 Prisons and slaves and daughters
Story Index No. 3 Training and brutal predicaments
Story Index No. 4 MILFs, Fat ones and mother/daughter
Story Index No. 5 Kidnapping and nonconsenual
Story Index No. 6 Chapter stories, incl Raina & Nyasia
Story Index No. 7 Chapter stories incl Helen Hardstone
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Do you have a new blog that I’m not able to see? Or do you write on a different platform? I hate that I haven’t gotten to see any new stories in what feels like FOREVER. They were always so good and definitely got the job done ���
Interesting as I have been posting one new story a week, and trying to post a re-edited story once a week too. Are your settings for seeing mature content not adjusted correctly? Better check your settings and make sure everything is set to view.
So to help, here are the latest index links
Index No.1 Auction Time and Schoolgirl and Teen Problems
Index No. 1.5 Imprisoned, Mistreated & more Slaves
Index No.2 Curvy Girls, Milfs and Moms & Daughters
Index No.3 Training and Brutal Predicaments
Index No. 4 Nasty Stories, Dark and Nonconsensual
Index No. 5 Chapter Stories
Index No. 6 More Chapter Stories
And to see the latest new stories try these links. These are stories posted since July
A MILF reject begs and begs
His Live Streaming Entertainment
A horrified cheerleader's sick balancing act
She thought the woman would rescue her
Strict misery in steel for a new one
Poor Myra, used as teaching tool
Young Harriet's Last Meal
Inmate 4471's Hobbled Strict Exercise Time
A Mother Daughter Horror in the Desert
Willow used as a table...and more
Hope these get you going...And please let me know if there are any issues seeing these stories.
And yes I have a backup blog with working Archive function
JB
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It's labelled P31131...Prisoner 31131
It's life in strict solitary confinement is one of endless darkness, painful limb limiting inescapable steel bondage, and mind numbing boredom.
The steel and leather sealed around it's limbs and torso is locked overly tight with bolts and latches pulled skin pinching tight.
A steel bar running from it's brutally cuffed ankles and then attached permanently to it's equally permanent thick leather hood, keeps it in a constant state of contorted hogtied agony.
A agony It can never hope to free itself from. It can never hope to find a moments peace in this ridiculously cruel predicament as it wriggles around on the piss stained concrete floor.
'It', Prisoner P31131, is a sordidly suffering woman, of course. She once had a name when she was free and could actually move about in the world.
Now, she has no hope of moving her limbs. No hope of ever seeing daylight again. No hope of ever pleading her case and begging for mercy.
Life for her now, in the most strict method of solitary confinement that this secret prison can offer, will be one of endless aching monotony.
24 hours a day laying on a cold hard patch of cement in a cell so small she could never even stretch out, if they did the unimaginable and released her ankle to hood bindings. But that will never happen.
And her soul breaking existence will of course be interspersed with unforeseen movements of depraved and indifferent torment, brutal force feeding and general sadistic abuse at the hands of the men who supposedly 'guard' her.
A story about her predicament and the guards who watch over her, to cum soon.
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Lot #9 at tonight’s auction is appropriately named Cum Cow.
Why? We’ll besides being a chunky piece of freshly enslaved ass, she’s learning that her new life revolves around cum.
Well, her ability to take in mouthfuls and swallow it when told.
She may not have chosen this life of being a depository for semen, cum, jism or spunk, but she was given no choice.
She learned quickly that to survive she must accept the gift of whatever shot out of man’s dick.
And it’s one reason why, for a slave slut of this generous size, she’s still selling for the price of low mileage quality used car.
Story of what training aids this fat young thing has been subjected to in modifying her behaviour, to come soon.
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The Invasion of Vivian’s…Home
A home invasion by an opportunistic sadist and slaver named, Hank…
Part II
“Come on ya ugly old cow…Your three days of vacationing in the basement are up. Time to crawl your ugly boney ass up the stairs and start earning your keep!”
Hank’s laughing voice echoed around the basement of Vivian’s isolated country home. She could only whimper and take his abuse since she was still vertically hogtied to a post in her basement.
Hank put away the screwdriver he had just used to tighten the makeshift pipe clamp collar he had just sealed around Vivian’s sore neck.
“Not a fancy pretty collar, but they definitely do the job. Hardware store restraints are the best bang for the buck, don’t ya think?”
He tugged on the leash he had attached to the collar and jerked her head up. Vivian’s face, splattered with the sticky drying semen of his last ejaculation, looked up at him mournfully. She then glanced away, fear and humiliation written all over her face.
Her silence was suddenly broken by her agony filled scream. For Hank had taken his belt off his jeans and proceeded to snap it across her grotesquely rope choked tits. All the while yanking up her new leash.
“Trying to ignore me, cunt! Well ignore this!”
After about a half dozen hard cracks of the belt, making her nipples throb with excruciating pain, Hank snapped the belt one more time, up between her trembling legs. He let go of the leash and then asked,
“Should I untie you from this post now, bitch? Should I allow you the honor of crawling up that stairs so you can begin your time as my cock loving slave and my dutiful servant?”
Vivian moaned and nodded her head, her begging voice raw and dry as she pleaded, “Yes…Yes Sir…Please untie me…I will do whatever you want…Just please let me out of this…Pleassse.”
She hung her head and sobbed as Hank stepped behind her and with some serious grunting and then plain old cutting, he finally freed the untieable knots keeping Vivian vertically hogtied to the steel pole.
She fell forward onto the cold filthy basement floor, landing painfully on her protruding rope ensnared breasts. She was sobbing as she brought her weak and sore arms up to her face for the first time in three long days.
Her legs were outstretched, finally, after her ankles were freed from being savagely tied up to her wrists for that entire miserable time. Everything in Vivian’s body ached, but she had no time to rest as Hank gripped the back of her head and yanked her hair up.
“One last thing before I let you crawl up out this dreary place. You need your cuffs put on. Think of them as the useful jewelry you’ll be wearing for the rest of the fun time that we hang out together.”
Vivian groaned as Hank forced out each of her limbs. Gripping her wrists and then ankles to encircle each one in some seriously strong steel rings. They sealed and locked around her rope marked flesh and she whimpered as he tested out the short length of chain running between her ankle cuffs.
“Can’t have my wrinkled old slave hag freely running off now, can we?”
Her wrists cuffs, thank god, he hadn’t chained up in any way. But as Vivian lay there staring at them, she knew that wouldn’t always be the case. Then she yelped and sobbed as Hank’s boot kicked into the side of her chest.
“No time for laying around and relaxing, you old bag! Time to drag your boney ass upstairs and serve me some grub…Now hurry up, or this belt is gonna leave some permanent marks!”
He started to laugh and swing the belt freely across Vivian’s exposed ass. She tried to rise up on all fours and then even stagger up on to her feet, as he kept swinging the belt back and forth across her buttocks.
Her attempt to get to her feet met with Hank grabbing what was left of her nightgown and wrenching it off her as she weakly tried to cover her exposed sex. The sole of his boot then slammed into her hip as he barked.
“Stay on your fuckin knees, old woman…where you belong. Remember, I said crawl your way up the stairs.”
Vivian knelt there looking up at him and nodding. She sobbed a few times and then with an extremely meek “Yes Sir.” She proceeded to walk on her hands and knees to the stairs. She had gotten up just the first few steps with her knees, her hands on the dirty steps above her, when she felt his strong hands grasp her hips.
“Well, isn’t this a fortuitous position. You trying to crawl up the stairs has put your old skanky cunt right in the best position possible.” He growled as he butted up against her and leaned over her.
She could feel his once again, solidly erect cock, free of his jean, running up and down the valley of her ass. The tip of his dick then found her snug unused slit and she shuddered as he pressed the first inch of engorged head in.
Vivian moaned and then meekly whimpered in disbelief, “You need to do that again? You just…just came in my mouth?”
Hank’s hand gripped the back of her head his other hand digging painfully into her waist, “You’re gonna learn, slave,” he said emphasizing the ‘S’ word, “that I need to cum many times a day…I need to fuck a captive slut’s pussy, drill a slave’s ass, or plug some whore’s mouth, many times a day. And you’re it…You’re my enslaved joy holes… for the next long while!”
Then Vivian shrieked as his cock plunged into her stinging dry slit to its full diabolical full length. Her mouth stuck open in a shocked frozen scream as Hank pounded into, every inch of his cock buried into cunt from behind, right there on the steps leading out of the basement.
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Vivian stood on her shaking legs in the kitchen, allowed to only because Hank had violently smacked her across the face and then told her,
“Okay, you lazy old whore, you can stand up to make your new master some dinner. But when I snap my fingers…what do you do?”
Vivian, with eyes downcast and her shoulders shuddering, told him correctly, “I get back down on my knees…Sir.”
Her quick thinking at adding the ‘Sir’ made Hank raise an approving eyebrow and not whip her with his belt.
He placed the belt on the kitchen table and then pointed at the fridge and stove. “Go ahead, ya old cunt, show me you have more use than just for fucking, and make me something to eat. And it better be good…Cause if it ain’t?”
Vivian looked up at Hank with a bit of terror on her face. Her eyes questioning what might happen. A look that made Hank grin and continue,
“Because if it ain’t, then just like a dumb big breasted MILF I kept for a few months last year. The only food you’ll be getting comes from a toilet…after I have sat on it.”
The look of repulsion and horror on the old woman’s face made Hank laugh out loud. He waved his hand at the kitchen counter.
“Now go on woman, make your Lord and Master something tasty. At your ripe old age, you should know how to fuckin cook a good meal for a man!”
He watched with amusement as she gingerly walked around, hobbled by the set of ankle chains he had put on her. She prepared and cooked him a huge meal, which he ate most of in relative silence. Vivian just knelt, cowering in the far corner of the kitchen.
The meal, it turned out, was better than he had expected, and he uncharacteristically let her know.
“You’re a damn fine cook, you know that…Um…hell, bitch, I haven’t even asked your name. What the fuck is your name, besides, old skank, dumb cunt or stupid old bitch?” he laughed out loudly at her.
“My name is Vivian…Sir…Vivian Sm…” she almost whispered. The announcement of her last name, cut off by his snapping fingers and booming voice.
“Shut it, whore! I don’t need to know your pathetic life story. Now get over here where you belong. At my feet. Time for you to eat too.”
Vivian crawled over to his feet, on her hands and knees. Her face staring down at the floor the entire way, and also catching glimpses of her swaying rounded, rope choked tits. Her chest was in a constant state of discomfort, as was most of her other limbs and private parts. His abuse of her having not let up except for the rare times he was asleep.
She was trying to hold back the whimpers because she believed his ‘Time to eat too’ comment could mean only one thing. It was time to degradingly suck his revolting cock, again. In fact, she hadn’t had any solid food in days. Nothing but his cum and piss had passed her lips and entered her stomach.
When she crawled up to his feet, she was startled to see him swing his plate, full of dinner scraps near her face. The smell of the food had her mouth watering and her starving stomach grumbling loudly.
“One sec there, Vivian.” He said her name smugly as he swung the plate back up high out of her vision.
“I think any food for you needs a little extra seasoning. The proper kind of seasoning for a cock starved old whore like you.”
Vivian didn’t look up but as she knelt there, her hands still on the floor and her naked body shivering. She could hear his pants fly unzip and then the telltale signs of him jerking off.
Suddenly the plate appeared back in front of her face. The scraps of food he had left her were heavily splattered in white oozy semen. He gave one of her knotted up tits a kick and commanded,
“Eat it all up, granny whore! Or else!”
Vivian went to reach for the plate, wondering how best to get her mouth into the food. Something she didn’t have to think about after she heard his shout,
“Hands behind your back, Granny… And face in the food… Be a good animal and show your new Master how well you can be his dog!”
She demeaning-ly did as he commanded, keeping her hands behind back. Praying to god he didn’t lock the cuffs together, she put her face into the plate and began to trying to eat.
Her prayers though weren’t answered, as she felt his strong grip on her wrists and a lock clicked into place between her cuffs. “Eat up Granny. Get that cum hole into your dinner and lap up all that good food…and jism.”
Doing her best not to think about what she was eating she lapped up all the food and his ‘semen seasoning’. Finally with plate licked clean, she looked up at him just in time to see him lighting one of his vile cigarettes.
Hank’s face shone with sadistic mischief as he smiled down at a whimpering head shaking Vivian. He took a long drag on the cigarette and then began to lower his hand to her body. His other hand fisted her hair, holding her in place at his feet.
Then his voice came out gravelly and aroused as he drawled,
“Nothing like a good cigarette after dinner…And maybe an old whore screaming too. Let’s see how much screaming you can do…Vivian…Let’s see how much your ugly old tits enjoy the red hot glow of a cigarette…after dinner!”
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It had been hours since her degrading and painful dinner time. His mocking emotional abuse and intermittent physical abuse was still ongoing. The TV was blasting away, just out of her view and off to her side.
Vivian shivered as his feet shifted, his heavy hard heels momentarily lifted off her back. She had been on her hands and knees for so long now with his heavy feet resting on her back, she didn’t know if her 67 year old body would stay up any longer.
But her reprieve from being a human foot stool or ‘cunt table’ as he mockingly called her, was short lived. She flinched as he sat his heavy, and near full beer stein, in the middle of her back.
“Remember, Cunt Table, let a drop spill and you fuckin get your ugly ass belted again and maybe one of your gross old tits stuck through with a needle again too, for good measure. You understand?” he growled down at her.
Vivian nodded, “Yes Master” she replied with a raspy voice.
Her reply was obedient and rapid, just the way he expected. He had basically tortured her into knowing how to respond and she was now appearing to be utterly trained to answer any of his commands or rare questions with a dutiful, Yes Master or Yes Sir. This made Hank very happy.
Vivian bit her lip and then quietly chastised herself as her body shook from her nodding. The beer mug shook, and she winced as she tried to still her naked torso. Her trembling tired arms though, were threatening that attempt.
She felt his heavy boots plunk back down on the base of her spine right above her ass and then she heard him chuckle.
“You really do make a damn fine foot rest and beer table, you old saggy tit hag. Don’t you feel proud to be finding such valuable use so late in life?”
He flicked thru the channels on her TV with the remote. She could hear him crunching away on the chips he had found in her pantry. Suddenly she shrieked as she felt the lash of his damn belt crack across the corner of her ass closest to the couch.
“You fuckin didn’t answer me, you dumb ignorant hag…Are ya proud some man is putting your ancient, wrinkled, bony ass and cunt, to some valuable cock stuffing use?!”
He was laughing loudly now, over the volume of the TV which had grown ever increasingly loud. He expertly flicked the belt out at her, from his seat on the couch. Snapping the end of it against her already reddened and whip scared left buttock as he barely moved a muscle off the couch.
“Yes..Yes Sir…I am proud to be put to use.” She sobbed as her elbows and hands began to visibly shake.
Her grotesquely bound tits, sadistically peppered with the after dinner cigarette burns, were now swaying underneath her quaking body. Her dangling left breast suddenly getting the full sordid attention of his left foot which he had taken off her back.
He kicked out at the taut ball of flesh dangling from her wrinkled and age spotted naked body. He kept kicking at it, chuckling every time he made her tit painfully swing back and forth with the hard toe of his boot.
“Look at the tied up titty swing.” He snorted,
“You know Granny cunt, when I first sighted those sagging old tits of yours, I knew we could have some fun with them. It just took a lot of rope to get them to look like tits again and not saggy old cow udders.”
He kicked her left tit with some force this time. Her gasping sobs and shaking arms telling him that he was definitely making the old woman, degradingly suffer and about to break.
He started to uncontrollably laugh at both the sight of her swaying distended tit and the fact that he was finding the degradation of a 67 year old naked woman arousing.
His laughter finally stopped after he cruelly toed her hard, straight up into the center of her bound breast. After he pain filled howl, her tears were dripping off her face as he chomped hard on a few more chips and then he ordered.
“Hmm enough chips for me. Now hand me the chip clip, dumbass! I wanna keep these fresh! Don’t want them goin stale like your mummified pussy!”
The chip clip was of course in a very useful place, from Hank’s perverted point of view. It was currently pinched around Vivian’s right nipple. Like how it got there, Vivian had to perform this sick command herself.
Except now she had the added worry of her arms collapsing underneath her and spilling his beer. She reached back under her sagging chest with her left arm, praying to god her right arm held her up.
She grabbed and pulled at the chip clip so fast, it didn’t have time to fully open up as she wrenched it away from her crushed and flattened nipple. She made a loud pain filled shriek as the clip snapped off her tit. Her sobs returning as she found the strength to somehow hold this chip clip up to him.
Hank took the clip and put it on the chip bag. He smirked as he told a visibly quaking Vivian, “And now we know another great use for your stretched out old funbags, chip clip holder. Though I still enjoy using them for this.”
His foot then lifted and brutally kicked again at her left dangling breast. “WOOHEE! Makin old ugly titties sway… is so much fun!”
She was sobbing profusely by the time his foot had stopped making her tit swing like a pendulum. Her tormented tit throbbed, but to her horror his boot was now placed directly over her left hand. It looked like at any minute it would crush her fingers if he moved it.
Vivian was visibly shivering and hoping like crazy he didn’t step on her spindly fingers, for surely that would cause her back to collapse and his beer to spill. She dared to glance up at him. He wasn’t even looking at her though. His hand was pointed straight out, and he was thumbing the remote.
The sounds of the Criminal Minds intro flooded the room, and Vivian heard Hank state, “Fuckin love this show, especially when their mean to pretty bitches. Though it’s totally unreal. Fuck, if there were actually dudes this smart in the FBI, or whatever, I would have been caught long ago.”
He leaned forward, moving his boot off her hand. Her split second of relief gone as he reached out and smacked her ass hard. He was chuckling as he added, “And good thing for us…Or you wouldn’t be in this fun situation, enjoying my company, huh Vivian?”
She shuddered and nodded her head slightly. Then he took his other foot off her back and to Vivian’s relief again, he lifted his beer mug off her shivering back too.
Though the coolness of the beer mug returned to the middle of her back after he had taken a good long sip. Then Vivian heard the crinkling of the chip bag as he reopened the bag. She chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye, and she audibly moaned as he grinned down at her, and he offered her the chip clip.
“Time to be of some use, whore.” He said as he offered out the chip clip.
Vivian took it with a shaking hand. Her whole body trembling from exhaustion and fear. She tried to open the clip wide with her weakening hand, to place it back on one of her nipples like he would demand.
And as her quaking hand moved to clip her own left nipple, she heard his voice grumble with sadistic intent,
“No…not there Granny…This time, clip it to your clit…You know that ugly old hunk of flesh between your wrinkled up thighs, that’s probably equally shriveled up from lack of use.”
His hand came to slide over her boney left butt cheek, his fingers then slid around and into the crevasse that was her pussy. One even penetrated her dry slit as he growled again, “Come on ya skanky old bitty! Clip your own clit…Do it!…Don’t piss me off!”
Vivian brought the domestic little device down in between her trembling legs. Her hands were violently shaking as she placed the spread chip clip over where she guessed her clit would be and then she released the clip.
It didn’t make a plastic snapping noise. It couldn’t, because she had blindly and perfectly found her own clitoris with the chip bag sealing tool. But she did scream, she did wail and she did collapse onto the floor sobbing out, “It hurts…it hurts…pleassss Gawd.. it hurts.”
And when she opened her eyes, her breathing heavy and panting from the pain between her legs, some of that pain was forgotten as she looked up at furious looking Hank.
“Bitch!!! You spilled my beer.” He roared as she felt the cool golden liquid running all over back and she noticed the beer stein roll a bit under the couch.
Then she looked back up, a scream stuck in her throat as she saw the belt thrashing down at her in the air. And Hank’s roaring voice yelling down at her flailing about body and writhing limbs,
“YOU USELESS OLD HAG…I AM GONNA WHIP YOUR UGLY ASS AND GROSS OLD TITS TILL THEY BLEED…YOU NEVER, EVER SPILL YOUR MASTERS BEER!”
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The Invasion of Vivian…
A home invasion by an opportunistic sadist and sometimes whiteslaver named Hank
Part I
Hank stopped his van in the dark abandoned laneway and turned off his headlights. He was in the middle of godforsaken nowhere. Tired after two full days of driving. He turned around and looked into the back of his silent and empty van.
Well near empty. A soiled mattress took up a good chunk of the back and a few rubber maid bins and one large metal toolbox. The mattress was covered in cutup pieces of white rope and two long lengths of chain spread across it. A roll of plastic and a shovel lay beside the mattress.
It was then that Hank spied the pink bit of cloth showing from under a corner of the mattress.
“What the….Shit!” he muttered to himself as he got up and retrieved the piece of fabric.
He held up the triangle shaped piece of fabric and chuckled at the bright red hearts on it. Some discoloured by the dried blood and plentiful semen stains on them.
“I thought I burned all that cute little cunt’s clothes. Guess I missed some.” He said with a sigh as he realized he missed having the pretty petite blonde trussed up and whimpering in the back of his van.
He had kept her for almost a month as they drove around the country. Her days spent tied down, spread across the mattress so he could take advantage of her nubile young assets whenever he wished.
He had even stopped at some like minded friends’ remote homes, to share his bounty…for a fee. After all a man had to earn so he could eat and drink. Good alcohol was getting expensive and so was the dog food he had fed his trussed up and frightened small chested catch.
He patted the duffle bag sitting on the passenger seat and smiled. He could see inside it and the stacks of 50’s and 100’s made him grin even wider. “Yep, it had been worth selling the cute little bitch” he uttered out loud to himself.
$25,000 in cash he had sold her for to the Mexican gang just outside of San Antonio. He had been assured that the girl would never be seen on US soil again, so he needn’t worry about any law looking for him.
The gang leader told Hank, the girl was to be shipped over the border and kept in a brothel for rich Mexican cartel members. The deviant men willing to pay big bucks to use and abuse pretty blonde all-American, girl next door types.
Hank held the fabric to his nose and sniffed. Yep, he could still smell the girl’s cunt in the panty. A cunt he had more than a few times put his nose into and even his tongue. He chuckled to himself thinking about how she writhed and cried as he forced his mouth on her.
The amount of guilty gagged crying she did the day he made her hips shudder and her back arch as she reluctantly orgasmed, still running through his mind. A mind he needed to clear, so he shook his head and got back to business.
“Gotta bury these out here, where no one will ever find them.” He mumbled to himself as he grabbed the shovel.
Hank wandered a little deeper into the bush near his van. Picking a secluded spot, he dug a two foot deep hole and then he buried the size 2 underwear. Patting the ground with his shovel after filling in the hole, he startled as light suddenly shone thru the trees, from nearby.
Pushing some bush out of the way, Hank peered out to see a lonely old house sitting not far off from where his van had parked. Even in the dark the house looked like it needed paint and there was a rather decrepit looking garage behind it.
There was a lot of overgrown grass and bushes in the front yard, blocking the view of the old house from the road. The main reason Hank hadn’t seen it, he realized. Curious about who lived out here in such a remote spot, he made his way covertly over to the house, right up to a window that he was able to easily spy into.
Instantly he saw her. Her grey hair touched her shoulders and she was wearing a white night gown that went down to mid thigh, above her age spotted knees. As she walked in front of a bright living room lamp, he could see the outline of her aged body under the thin cotton nightgown.
Sagging tits, some tummy folds and a bony ass. All were on display as a shadow under the white fabric. Hank surmised she had to be at least 60, maybe even 65. She wasn’t fat, and if anything, she was a bit thin in spots. He watched with interest as she wandered over to her couch.
She pulled up her nightgown to take a seat on the couch and Hank’s dick instantly hardened. For he glimpsed her peach panty covered ass just before she plopped down on the couch. It surprisingly wasn’t bad to look at all and Hank licked his lips as his dick suddenly twitched to life in his jeans.
He stepped away from the window and then took a sneaky walk around the entire property. What he surmised after a half hour of covert observing was that this old woman lived alone, and her house would make a nice hidden away place to take a break. To stay for a while, regardless of what she thought.
She definitely was not his usual type to snatch up and use for a month or two. In fact, the blubbering begging bitches he usually kept were a good four decades younger than this one. But the more Hank thought about turning some old lonely lady into his personal fuck and suck, pain toy, the harder his cock got.
Heading back to his van to grab his most useful of duffle bags, the one containing his so called, snatch and grab kit, Hank smiled and hummed with anticipation.
‘This was going to be fun’, he thought. ‘Settling down for a while and making some old lonely spinster his personal sex slave, in her own home. Using her in ways that she probably never imagined in her worst nightmares.’
And Hank would be right about this, as the old woman’s worst nightmare was about to begin…And taking the most obvious route to obtaining that fun time, he strode up to the front door and with a firm fist, knocked.
Vivian startled on the couch as she watched her favorite show, Criminal Minds. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Her god daughter, Marianne, only came for her weekly visits on Saturday and today was Tuesday. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time someone had come up to her door and knocked. Her home was just that remote.
She walked to the door and then hesitantly opened it up. She looked up into a large man’s grinning face. She startled as his strong inked arm pushed the door wide open and Vivian gasped, “Can I help you, Sir?”
“Well that depends, grandma, you live alone?”
Vivian looked even more startled and then decidedly anxious as her worried eyes darted around to take in all of Hanks large bulk. She didn’t’ answer that question. She just gulped and then asked,
“What do you want?”
Hank took a step into the doorway and leaned against the doorframe. One heavily tattooed arm held his trusty duffle bag, his other large arm came forward and his hand touched her nightgown right between her saggy breasts.
“I want to spend some relaxation time…in a nice remote old farmhouse. I want to be looked after and served by a lonely old woman…You lookin to take in a…horny man… for a few weeks? To obediently make sure he is…satisfied?”
Vivian, with an expression of fear on her face, tried to push the door closed, letting him know that she in no way wanted to have an uninvited strange man in her house ordering her around.
“Please leave…You’re not wanted here. This is my home…I am going to go call the police.” She found the backbone to say.
And that’s when Hank stepped fully in thru the doorway. His grin now utterly evil as he announced,
“Oh darlin, I am not going anywhere…In fact bitch! I am moving in here…I am gonna use your house for some recreating…And I am gonna use your boney butt and probably dried out old cunt for lots of rape-y recreating…if you catch my drift!”
Vivian turned and started to run in her socked feet towards her kitchen. Her old land line phone was in there and for a split second as she ran down the hallway of her home, she wished she had listened to her god daughter and bought that new mobile phone.
But all those thoughts vanished as she felt a hand grab at the back of her night gown. She had almost made it the kitchen, but her body came to a sudden jerky stop. Her hands flew out to grab the kitchen doorway as the intruder pulled her back by her nightgown.
She could hear the cotton fabric rip. Then she heard herself scream as another hand painfully fisted the hair at the back of her head and brought her futile slow run to a final halt. His smoke and beer tinged breath descended on her neck as he grunted,
“Oh, too funny! You can’t run from me, you old hag…In fact, you ain’t gonna do nothing but crawl around like an animal for the next few weeks…Hell, I may not even let you do that, to begin with!”
Vivian’s hands came up and tried to claw at his large hand pulling on her grey hair. She screamed, “Let me go…pleassse stop, you’re hurting me…Why are you doing this?”
Then she felt her feet get kicked out from under her. Her body falling to the floor, knees first, then her upper torso smacked the floor as Hank pushed her down onto the hardwood of her hallway. She lay there crying from the ache in her battered knees and the yanking grip he still had on her hair.
A crying that became a cacophony of “No…NO..NOO” as Hank switched from gripping her hair to catching both her flailing about weak wrists in one of his massive hands. With his other hand he reached into his trusty duffle bag that he had dumped nearby and he grabbed the item he needed.
She kept up the blithering parade of ‘No’s’ as he wrapped and quickly tightened a thick wide zip tie around her wrists. He was an expert at this, having trapped untold number of delicate soft wrists in the zipties that he always used as a first form of absolute painful control.
He yanked the end of the tie thru the clicking mechanism, harsher than normal. Only satisfied when he saw a small amount a blood where the plastic tie cut into her age wrinkled wrists.
Sitting back on her thighs, just above her knees, he grabbed the already ripped hem of her nightgown and then proceeded to spread his hands wide. The fabric made a satisfying rip, as it shred and split up her back and under her trapped hands.
“Well, that’s not as ugly lookin an ass as I expected to see on an old cow, like you. Hell, that ass looks entirely whip able, grip able and decidedly…fuckable! Now let’s get these boring old panties off ya. I got a much better use for them anyways!”
Vivian was weakly squirming under him, vainly trying to buck him off. She was still shouting nonsensical, “No’s and ‘stop…please stop.’ The entire time Hank was squeezing her panty covered ass. And when he firmly ripped off her underwear with just a few, grunt laden pulls, she even started praying to god.
“Whoa, granny ass?…I don’t think so…You got the ass of a 40 year old hiding under here…How old are you bitch?” Hank laughed as he liberally felt all around her freshly exposed ass.
Vivian didn’t say a word, she was to busy sobbing and feeling utterly defiled as she lay exposed to this man. In here entire life, she had only been naked once in front of man, many, many years ago. And it hadn’t been like this, violent, vile and terrifying.
Her thoughts back to that summer in her teen years at bible camp, soon vanished as a nasty heat radiated out from her right bum cheek. Then another one as the man straddling her and still gripping her tied wrists, again violently smacked her bare ass cheek.
“How the fuck old are ya??…Answer me, you dumb old bat…Jesus, I got my work cut out for me in the coming weeks if this is how obedient you are.”
He slapped her bare white ass as hard as he could, and in between shrieks Vivian blubbered, “67…67..I am 67 years old…I am too old for you to being doing this to me! My gawd…why are you doing this?”
Hank leaned in over Vivian’s shivering body, his voice baritone and threatening.
“Why am I doing this? Why am I going to spend a few weeks enjoying your house and making your life hell? Because it will be a nice change a pace for me. The last couple pretty things I played with were so young they couldn’t legally drink, heck one probably couldn’t even vote yet, though she could certainly ride my pole by the time I sold her. Now let’s check out what I just grabbed myself.”
Vivian opened her mouth to scream for help as loud as she could, even though her nearest neighbours were a good mile away. But her useless shouts for help never materialized as her mouth was quickly rammed full of pungent fabric.
“Hehehe, panties, never waste them…I always use them as the first gag I stuff in my pretty whimpering bitches’ mouths! And I bet yours taste old lady ripe!” he howled with laughter as he pushed them deeper into Vivian’s gasping and howling mouth.
From the duffle beside him, he reached in and grabbed a ready to wrap, roll of silver, extra strength duct tape. Three quick rips of the tape and he had some very sticky pieces sealed over her wailing mouth.
The tape began to grow shiny and wet with Vivian’s tears. She was sobbing profusely and snorting thru her nose as Hank leaned in over her. For the first time she felt the massive bulge in his crotch and it frightened the hell out of her.
Her trapped body began to shake and writhe under the inturder. But her weak, 67 year old muscles were no match for a 240 lb man laying over top of her. He rubbed his denim covered bulge all over her exposed buttocks as he grasped her ziptied hands. That was to make sure they stayed out of the way and were painfully stuck high up in the middle of her back.
“Oh, don’t you worry, you lusty old hag. We’ll get to rubbing my exposed cock up and down the crevice of your… not half bad butt. But first, I want to inspect what it is I am going to be fucking for the next week or two…or maybe even month… Is your old unused cunt tight as fuck? And dry as the fuckin desert? Well, let’s see!”
Vivian’s shocked and water flooded eyes bulged open as she heard his horrifying words. Then she felt his intrusive and unwanted fingers slide down in between her clenching thighs. She squealed into her new gag as two of his digits made quick work of sawing thru her wrinkled folds. Both fingers plunging knuckle deep into her snug opening.
“Whoa again, Granny…That’s some tight pussy…You obviously haven’t been fucked in a really long time! Well, we’ll have to remedy that! Immediately!!…Oh, but first…Yesss the butt!” He laughed loudly. “Can’t forget that hole either!”
Hank was loving this. They way she was sobbing and the way her trapped body was trying to wriggle under him. 67 or 27 he thought, they all seemed to react the same way as he stabbed a finger at her puckered back entrance.
Deciding to not use his finger this time, he reached into his bag and pulled out a rather life like rubber cock. He held over Vivian’s sobbing head and taunted her with it.
“Bet you never been fucked in the ass before? But in a couple weeks time, I aim to make you feel like it’s a part of your everyday normal life. Every woman should feel so lucky! Every woman should be able to take it in the ass!”
The word lucky he could barely hear himself say, as he rammed the first few inches of the fake cock in between Vivian’s clenched ass cheeks. The meat of her bony ass, even clenching, did nothing to hide her asshole. A hole soon filled 4 inches deep with hard rubber and painfully stretched open by the inch and a half thick cock.
Vivian had never known such agony, such defiling sexual abuse and as she felt his hand yank her captured arms higher up her back and his other hand push down on the fake cock, she noticed the floor blur and then black out in front of her.
…
Vivian blinked open her eyes and then tried to speak. The soaked fabric in her mouth and the tape sealed over the bottom half of her face reminding her that she was in throes of being brutally abused and brutally raped by this stranger who had invaded her house.
Her entire body was jerking back and forth on the hard cool wood floor. She could feel her numb hands now held up painfully high between her shoulder blades and she could feel his exposed pelvis pounding into her bare ass.
She began to sob deep as she fully regained consciousness and she felt what she knew to be this intruder’s large manhood buried deep inside her sex. It was the first time a man had been inside her in near on five decades. And of course, it was the first time a man had done this to her without asking.
His massive body stilled over hers and Vivian could feel the warm pulses inside her body as he orgasmed and his hot seed shot, unwanted into her sex. She shuddered and whimpered as he pounded his hips into her a few more times. Loud slaps of flesh on flesh as he emptied his balls into her.
His hand then let go of her twisted up and clawing hands and he took hold of the back of her head. He pushed, making her tear covered face mash into the floor. His breath hot on her neck and even some of his sweat dripping down onto her bare back, as he told her,
“The nice thing about fuckin an old cow your age, is there’s no worry about getting you pregnant. Sure, you were a bit dry, but you were surprisingly snug. Guess you haven’t been fucked much in the last while…But I’ll take care of that.”
Hank pulled his spent dick out of her and Vivian groaned at the feeling of his cock passing back out thru her tight channel. Then to her surprise she felt him cut the ziptie trapping her wrists. His open palm then snacked her exposed bum, hard.isH
“On your knees bitch. Get crawling into that kitchen and make me a sandwich…I’m hungry after all that fuckin!” he bellowed.
She shrieked into the panty and tape blocking her mouth as he yanked up on her hair. His version of helping her to her knees. He grinned at her as he ordered with a taunting chuckle,
“Now be a good old slave hag and go make your new Master, a nice tasty sandwich…And if you get up off your knees to get anything, that counts as a demerit! And both of us know you haven’t placed all your pantry items at crawling level…yet…So this should be fun!”
Vivian looked at her bloody wrists and then walked on her knees over to the fridge. She reached around to grasp her shredded nightgown, so she could hide her exposed backside. A bumbling effort that made Hank laugh, and also sort of mad.
“Don’t hide your boney old ass from me. I actually kinda enjoy looking at it…Who knew such a thing could be possible! Now hurry up and make me that sandwich, bitch… or I will take my belt off and start whipping that boney ass till it bleeds!”
Over the next few minutes, a sobbing Vivian tried her best to stay on her knees and make her home intruder the tasty sandwich he demanded. Only twice she had to raise up of her knees. Once to grab a loaf of bread and then again to reach high up in the fridge for the mustard.
Each time Hank shouted, “And there’s a demerit, bitch!”
Vivian had no idea what he meant by demerit until he ordered her to fetch him a mug and some water. She had to force herself up on to her feet. Her sex still aching between her legs from his violation of her and her mouth still cruelly stuffed and covered with tape.
When she dropped back down onto her knees and awkwardly made her way over to him with the water, Hank took it and said, “Just three demerits…hmmm I was expecting more. And you’re probably worried about what a demerit gets you, right?”
He cupped her chin and lifted her worried face to meet his. He just munched on the sandwich she had made him, grinning at her as he let her worry. When she tried to back away from him, Hank pointed at the floor.
“You just stay put at my feet, bitch. When I let you upstairs, you’ll always be on your knees and at my feet.”
He swallowed the last bite and a terrified and shivering Vivian just sat there. Her hands were clasped and she was so wishing she could reach up and rip off the tape stuck over her mouth. Then a flash of pain hit her face as Hank slapped her hard.
“All right time to suffer for those demerits, you old dumb hag. Let’s go see what kinda of basement you got for tying you up and leaving you to stew in your own piss for a few days…One day… for each demerit.”
Vivian screamed into her gag and then tried to scramble away. But Hank would have none of that. He easily grabbed Vivian by her hair and then he picked up his duffle bag, shouting,
“Okay so I was wrong, you get to walk on your feet one more time. I mean I could toss you down the basement stairs, but at your ripe age that might break a lot of bones. Come on, let’s go see what fun ways we can bind up for the next three days.”
…One long suffering night and almost a full day later…
Vivian was groaning again since every muscle in her 67 year old body ached terribly. Her knees the most, followed by her shoulders, hands and even neck. She was savagely tied up, basically in a vertical hogtie.
A steel support post, put in a few years ago to stop her old farmhouse house from sagging, now the thing she was being cruelly held captive to. She had tried for hours and hours, to reach and claw at the ropes he had trapped her in, but it was utterly futile.
She blinked and tried to voice a plea to Hank, who was back downstairs after a night long absence. He was standing there grinning at her as if she was the most pleasurable thing he had ever seen.
Nothing came out of her heavily gagged mouth though. Her distressed eyes watched as Hank tapped the leather panel stuck over her mouth. She gulped deep, like she did every few seconds. The result of the gag he had forced into her mouth after yanking the putrid wet panty out of her slobbering mouth the night before.
The combination of too much mouth filling phallic rubber in her forced open mouth and the rope knotted around her neck, keeping her in a near gasping state of desperation.
“That thing’s pretty good at keeping your old gob blocked isn’t? I bet it’s this close to making you gag constantly.” He said squeezing his fingers together, but just shy of touching.
Vivian blinked her teary eyes and then found enough wiggle room in her bondage to nod the tiniest. He moved his hand down under her chin and he ran his hands over the ropes binding her neck to the pole.
“Tell you what, old bitch. I will take out that big old gag, and keep it out, if you promise to do your best…your best cock swallowin and suckin! Heck, I bet you ain’t wrapped your old skanky lips around a dick in decades, if ever!”
Vivian visibly shuddered, which made him chuckle. In fact, Vivian had never had a man’s penis in her mouth. Her strict Christian upbring and years teaching at an Christian elementary school had made her into a bit of a god fearing prude, one could say.
Though that was all about to change, thanks to Hank’s sadistic and overly horny intentions.
“Well? You gonna suck my dick, old woman? Or do you want to spend those next two demerit days I promised you, that you’d be tied up in, bound, gagged and choking on that nasty big gag?”
Vivian nodded, her grey hair mussing over her face. She flinched as his hands came to each side of her wrinkled face and he stroked the hair away.
“Good on ya…We’ll make a subservient, cock sucking old slave slut out of you yet.” He said as he unlatched the gag and then plopped it on boxes filled with cards of love and admiration from her former elementary students.
With the horribly intrusive gag out of her mouth, Vivian glanced up at Hank. The words she spoke next, not what he was expecting.
“Wh..What…do I do?” she gasped.
Hank put his large left hand in her hair and gripped the strands. With his other hand, he deftly pulled his stiff dick from his pants and then pushed the tip into her tear covered cheek. He smeared her salty tears and his precum around her face, running the damp tip across her suddenly pursed lips.
Then he pushed his large engorged penis head at her lips and told her,
You just open up, and let it slide in. Then you suck, you tongue, and maybe you even choke a bit, as it slides deep into your throat. Just don’t let any teeth come near my flesh, if you want to keep breathing…and not find yourself hanging by your neck.”
Vivian nodded almost imperceptibly again. Her mouth opened and she visibly winced as Hank directed his cock into her mouth. With three inches in, he stopped and jerked her head a bit, forcing her to look up.
“So, you ever had a man’s dick in your mouth? You ever sucked on cock and swallowed cum?”
To his delight, the old woman tried to mumble out a reply around his hard length invading her mouth. She even shook her head slightly, his cock liking the feel. Hank threw his head back and laughed.
“Holy fuck, a blowjob virgin too! Usually, the crying cunt’s who tell me this, are a hell of a lot younger than you. But it’s never too late to start learnin…what’s the saying? It’s never to late to teach an old dog a new trick? And you are one old dog!”
On the word dog, Hank forced his hips forward, hard into Vivian’s humiliated and shocked face. His entire length plunged and impaled her mouth. Her bound limbs came to life and tried uselessly to escape the snug and well knotted ropes.
Best of all to Hank, her gasping and choking noises added to the feel of her throat delightfully constricting around his cock’s head. Her panicked tongue wriggled uncontrollably under his length as she tried not to choke or wretch. A reaction she would fail at in a few minutes, once his dick exploded in her mouth and throat.
For the first time in her 67 years, Vivian would unwillingly taste the seed that comes from a man’s balls. Some of it she would swallow, most of it she would wretch back up as hot jets of it hit the back of her throat. The front of her nightgown now a mess of saliva, cum and even a little vomit.
When Hank was done, he pulled his dick from her slobbering and blubbering mouth, grinning like a fool..
“Well, I hadn’t expected you to be that good.. of an oral fucking time…on your first go around too! Fuck bitch, you sucked and swallowed like a champ. Though next time, let’s see if you can swallow more of my spunk, rather than spewing it all up over yourself. Fuck, you are one funny lookin, old messy lookin whore right now!”
Hank patted Vivian’s slumped head and being unnaturally good to his word, he left the gag out. Then without a word, he ascended the stairs and flicked off the lights. Only uttering one last thing into the dark, he used her name for the very first time.
“And tomorrow, Vivian, I am going to make your saggy old tits look plump, firm and young. I may have to use more rope than normal, but we’ll get those stretched out old flesh bags looking all perky and ready to clamp and whip…Should be fun…Goodnight!”
The basement door slammed shut at the top of the stairs, leaving an utterly humiliated and degraded Vivian, to suffer the hell of another excruciating bound up dark night.
…Another night and another day….
Hank tossed his trusty duffle bag on the floor behind a sobbing and begging Vivian.
“Please, please untie me…everything hurts…I’ll be good…I ‘ll use my mouth on you again..pleasse.” She begged with a raspy voice. The rope around her neck and another night, and almost full day, without water, without freedom of movement, taking its toll.
Hank eyed her as he pulled coils of rope from his bag. He then tapped the phallic like head of the gag resting nearby.
“Two things, you whiny old bat! One, keep up all that useless blubbering and begging and I will put that gag back in your mouth for a good long time. And two, of course you’re gonna use your mouth. Your shrivelled up old lips are gonna be wrapped around my proud dick many times a day…every day! As if!”
Vivian’s head slumped a bit, her breathing labored as the thick strands of rope cut into her neck. She suddenly jerked as Hank’s hand appeared on her chest. He yanked on the top of her soiled nightgown. The heavily semen stained fabric now pulled under her age stretched right breast.
He tossed and bounced the sagging breast flesh in his hand, laughing as he said, “When I am done choking these saggy ugly old tits with rope, plenty of rope, these funbags will hopefully look like they did when you were 25!”
Vivian just shook her head and whimpered. Smartly keeping her mouth shut as Hank cupped and groped her right tit and he proceeded to wrap it up tightly. The skin from her age spotted and crusty cum splattered chest visibly showed the stretch marks of his handy work.
Each wrap of rope made the end of her breast more round, the skin more taut. And each wrap Hank put around the stretched, white skin, made his dick harder. The growing ball shape of her tit making him audibly hum with pleasure as he finished up with the last coils of choking rope around her tit.
With only one tit bound and protruding from Vivian’s aching chest, Hank couldn’t take anymore. He stroked and felt the surprisingly smooth skin. His fingers playing with her puckered nipple as he enjoyed the feel of her freshly improved tit.
He put his other hand in her hair and forced her to look mournfully down on her protruding tit.
“See, ain’t that an improvement. From saggy old bitch tit to perky, protruding round orbs of fun. Tell me that doesn’t make your sagged out old titties look a hundred percent better!”
Vivian choked back on long deep sob and then managed a weak nod. A reaction that had Hank chuckling loudly as he barked,
“And speaking of fun…now I am gonna have some fun, before we wrap up the other one…You said you wanted to use your mouth…Well my dick really needs to blow a load. So open up granny…Time to suck and choke back another load of my cum, before we choke up and pretty up… that other ugly old tit in rope.”
End of part …The continuation , next week
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Pig Whore…They don’t know her real name. That’s not important. What is important is how good a cock swallower this fat slut really is…for only $500 an hour
Tucker Carling wasn’t sure at first if this is the kind of girl he wanted swallowing and choking on his dick. She was fat as hell, but she did at least have a passable face. Almost attractive if you got past how fucking plump she was.
Her face was downcast. Her eyes stared at a spot on the floor as she knelt there naked. She shifted her naked large bum around a bit on her sock covered heels. The chains keeping her wrist cuffs and collar seemingly permanently linked, rattled as she moved about.
The girl’s hair was in two messy ponytails. A sight that added to the look of her youthfulness and somehow got Tucker’s dick to harden, even though he had been originally turned off by the girl’s chunky shape.
The rolls of her tummy flesh would have normally not have gotten his dick to stiffen. But the sight of this girl stuck in some severely rigid chains and cuffs had his dick coming alive.
Tucker rubbed his chin and then looked up at the smirking woman standing over the kneeling and trembling slave girl. Helen Hardstone reached out and stroked the top of the girl’s head.
“I know what you’re thinking, Mr. Carling, you wanted to come into my club, stick your cock in some skinny and blubbering, captive girl’s mouth and spew your balls out into her throat until she was near suffocating on your spunk. Then maybe you’d whip her ass, spank her pussy… or cane her tits…Am I right?”
Tucker’s cock grew another level of hard under his fine Italian dress pants as he listened to the woman’s very accurate comment. The fat young thing at his feet, stuck in some serious restraints, began to visibly shake at the same words uttered by her strict mistress.
“Yes, you are correct, Ms. Hardstone. I was hoping to spend my time, getting some much needed release, by fucking up a cute little coed. I wasn’t’ expecting such a…large…creature.” He stated.
“Oh, you can call her what she really is, Mr. Carling. I won’t be offended…She’s a fucking Pig Whore. A Fat slave cunt…A cock sucking, cum swallowing cow slut with a fat ass three times the size it should be. But we don’t mind, do we…Pig Whore?”
For the first time since Tucker had entered the room where this young woman was kept naked and chained, she spoke. A soft almost whisper escaped her puffy pink lips.
“No ma’am…I don’t mind…I am a fat whore…A fat pig, kept enslaved and ready to swallow cock, since that’s all I am worth. Can I suck on your cock…Sir?”
Tucker chuckled at the way the young woman seemed to know her true value now. Once in the hands of Helen Hardstone, an enslaved woman was never to be treated as more than a thing to sexually please whoever paid for its services or paid to abuse and torture its existence.
He didn’t reply to the girl who still hadn’t glanced up at him. He just looked at Helen and then asked the flurry of questions he had wanted to ask.
“So, is a Fat fucking bitch like this honestly worth $500 an hour to fuck with? And where did you get it? And why?”
Helen adjusted her wrap skirt and then once again began to stroke the top of the girl’s head. She kept stroking the girl’s hair and playing with the bauble ended elastics that held in the girl’s pigtails.
“Pigtails on a pig.” Helen chuckled to herself before she addressed Tucker’s questions.
“Well Mr. Carling, she is most definitely worth $500 per hour. Just ask the 82 satisfied customers who have come before you in the two short weeks that I have owned her.”
At the number ‘82’ being voiced by Helen the girl visibly flinched and if one had bent down to inspect her mournful looking face, one would have seen a long tear stream from her eye. But the pair in control of her didn’t notice.
“Yes, this cow has already made me close to 60 grand, with a number of repeat customers and a few who have spent more than just an hour with their dicks rammed in her wonderful mouth…and other delectable parts. A damn good investment. A hell of a deal I think, considering I bought this 20 year old fat slut for just four thousand bucks from the Syndicate.”
Tucker’s eyebrows rose in astonishment. “Four grand? How in fuck do you buy a whole bitch for just four grand? Don’t they auction everything off for at least 40, 50 or even up into the hundreds?”
Helen gave the girl’s left ponytail a tug and both heard a loud sniffle come from down below their waists. There was the rattle of metal again as the girl shifted about as Helen pulled the girl’s teary face close to her skirt covered crotch.
“Next time you have some spare cash kicking around Mr. Carling, I advise you to visit the Syndicate’s hidden away warehousing section of their sales and trading compound. The place where they keep the new arrivals for ‘processing’, if you know what I mean, before being auctioned. Then ask if you can see about purchasing a reject.”
Tucker nodded. He had been to a few sales at the Syndicate’s compound, but he never had been able to afford to outbid any of the other buyers. And in his few trips to the highly secretive place, he had never heard about the rejects.
Helen then seemed to subconsciously open her wrap skirt, and without any care for her modesty she exposed her well-trimmed black bush. She gave another pull on the sniveling girl’s ponytail and then snapped, “Lick, Pig!”
The girl’s head, even restricted by the cruel steel collar, managed to turn into Helen’s crotch, but not before Tucker could see fear and some repulsion cloud her face before she stuck out her tongue and began to aggressively lap at Helen’s noticeably damp pussy.
The girl’s dejected look as she then placed her entire mouth over Helen’s cunt made Tucker almost giggle.
“Good Piggie. Lap that pussy like the fat assed, sniveling cunt licker I know you can be. I know you like more than just cock filling up your mouth, you like pussy too!” Helen growled as she tugged on both of the girl’s pigtails.
She held the girl’s face firm into her wet crotch. She then addressed a very amused and impressed Tucker.
“So yes, the rejects. You may not know this but sometimes the Syndicates acquisition specialists sweep up more than they expected. You know, like the ugly sister, or the older and worthless fat cow of a mother that was accompanying her hot daughter, or the fat token best friend who makes her other friends look hotter!”
Helen jerked the girl’s pussy and tear soaked face away from her crotch. Grinning down on her she added,
“That would be you! Right, Pig Whore?...Now get back to licking. Give my clit some more attention or I will let Viktor use his pliers to play with yours, later.”
Helen didn’t let the girl answer. She just pushed the girl’s mouth back onto her mound and groaned as the girl’s searching tongue found her clit as ordered.
“Now where was I? Oh yes, the rejects kept locked away deep underground at the processing center. You can go down into the bowels of this place and purchase one for almost nothing. Syndicate management likes to call them ‘single use, disposal cunts’! They don’t care what happens to them and the less anyone knows, the better.”
Helen groaned loudly as the girl’s tongue flicked repeatedly at her clit. Tucker stood there amazed at the spectacle of the stern woman making her chained up slave lick her to a climax in front of him. Then as Helen panted and controlled the release of her orgasm she added,
“Though… sometimes… if you’re lucky, down in that dungeon full of whimpering and suffering saggy tit and fat ass shit…you’ll find a gem…Like this incredible fat cock swallower…and may I add, pretty damn good…fuck me!...pussy eater!”
Helen gritted her teeth and let her orgasm ride out. To Tucker’s continued amusement, Helen showed her thanks to the girl by striking her violently across her shimmering pussy juice smeared face. She wiped her hand clean of any wetness on the girl’s hair and stated,
“Good job, Pig Whore. Your clit gets to stay in one piece on your body. Now get your huge ass turned around and facing Mr. Carling. He’s paid his 500 bucks to me and his cock is out and ready for you to devour.”
The girl’s cuffs and shackles rattled as she shuffled her large ass around the steel post she was chained to. Tucker’s rock hard penis was now just inches from her shiny face. A face covered in tears and the discharge of Helen’s orgasm. A face he would later also see well splattered with his cum and mixed in with so many of her tears.
Then he asked the question that had been wondering about the most.
“How do you keep her so…well... So fucking fat? Every heavily enslaved slave cunt I have ever seen grows skinner by the day. Regular food and eating is not something a lot of the more sadistic owners seem to worry about.”
“Oh, that’s not actually that hard, Mr. Carling. Pig Whore here is treated like the cow she is and fed many times a day. A few times a day we give her a full pail of whatever we can dig up from the local restaurant garbage dumpsters.”
“And if she doesn’t eat…Then she knows how nasty I can get? Right…Pig whore?”
The girl actually nodded and tried to avert her eyes from Tucker’s huge cock bobbing just inches from her left eye.
“Yes ma’am…I know.” her quavering voice replied.
“And what do you know, Pig Whore? Tell Mr. Carling what will happen if you don’t eat and stay fucking fat and plump.”
The girl seemed to shiver from head to toe before her terrified eyes looked up at Tucker and she matter of factly stated,
“They’ll anally fuck me, over and over…they’ll torture my pussy. They’ll make my life a living hell…punishing me nonstop like some of the other girls being kept here.”
Tucker grinned at the shivering girl and then he looked at Helen. “That true, Ms. Hardstone? You have other girls, prettier girls, skinnier girls, suffering constantly in one of your hidden away dungeon rooms?”
Helen just smiled and adjusted her wrap skirt, “Of course. Every bitch I own deserves some degree of painful punishment. And to keep all the slaves in line, it is sometimes necessary to use a few examples. To pull a few out of the regular line up of fucking and sucking and put them in some serious restraints and suffering on the ends of some rather brutal instruments.”
Helen petted the girl on the head one last time, “But you don’t want to end up like that, do you, Pig Whore? So make me happy, you cock loving fat cow! Make me some money and suck on Mr. Carling’s cock till his balls are bone dry!”
“See you in an hour, Mr. Tucker.” Helen muttered and then she abruptly left the room.
The girl looked up at Tucker with huge watery eyes. There was fear in them as well as subservience and a visible need to please him. Tucker undid the rest of his trousers’ fly and with a quick, yet shake riddled motion, pulled out the rest of his rock hard dick and hairy balls.
“Well, you heard your nice owner…You better suck me dry, you nameless fat cow…Or should I say Pig Whore!”
He couldn’t believe how hard he had gotten for this fat bitch. Her pigtails, her pierced tits, her strict steel bondage, all made his cock want to burst already.
“Fuck…Pig Whore. Who knew a fat cow like you could get me so fuc…Ohhhh jeesus Chrissst!” he moaned as her mouth slipped over the wet precum dripping tip of his cock.
She hadn’t waited for his demeaning words to finish. She had been called much worse by some of the other 82 men who had already stuck their cocks in her slobbering and at times blubbering mouth.
But knowing how she had to please this man for the next 60 minutes, how she would have to swallow his putrid tangy jism as her nose mashed into his smelly musky pubic hair, she went to work on pleasing him. Swallowing the entire length of his cock on the first slide of her slobbering mouth along his hard shaft.
His wonder at how far his cock was rammed into her throat as he grabbed her pigtails and pulled on them to keep her gasping mouth fully impaled on his shaft, shouted out above her captive head,
“Pig Whore…Pig whore! You fat cock swallowing slave whore. You just made me wonder about every fat, plump bitch I ever just ignored.”
His hips began to jack hammer into her anguished face. His cock staying deep in her mouth and throat with every pump of his pelvis. Only an inch or two of his dick moved out over her drool covered lips.
Then he erupted violently in her mouth. An ejaculation of the likes he had never enjoyed before. Cum spewing so copiously and rapidly into her mouth and throat that it shot out of the corners of her dick blocked mouth and some even painfully spewed back out of her nose.
It was the beginning of the best hour of Tucker Carling’s life. And it only cost him $500 bucks!
….
Helen opened the door to the room as Tucker sat back on the lone plush lounge chair decorating one corner. His cock was limp and hanging out of his trousers but his $500 an hour ‘Pig Whore’ was not kneeling there idly.
His shoes and socks were off and three of his largest toes on his left foot were currently rammed in the young woman’s mouth. She was slobbering and desperately trying to keep the toes in her mouth.
Helen laughed at the sight of Tucker’s toes in the girl’s mouth, “Sorry Mr. Carling, but your hour is up. And you know Mr. Carling, I have seen this cow suck on balls, lick plenty of asses and even swallow quite a lot of piss, but I haven’t seen her yet try so hard to suck on some toes!”
Tucker shrugged his shoulders as he forced his foot deeper into the now whimpering girl’s mouth. Her trapped hands were fisted so hard behind her back that they were turning white.
“I told the Pig to keep them in her mouth or I would twist her skewered nipples around 360 degrees…again. Damn she did not like it the first time I did it! You didn’t hear all that screaming and shrieking, out there in the halls?”
Helen gave a knowing grin. “Not a thing Mr. Carling. That’s why we soundproofed every one of these private rooms, so my clients could enjoy all the screaming and wailing for themselves. And I trust you did no permanent damage to my product?”
Helen looked the trembling girl over. She cupped each if the girl’s tits and rolled her thumb over the red swollen tips of the girl’s cruelly pierced nipples.
“Everything looks fine here, Mr. Carling. Actually her nipples looked way worse the first day we skewered and ringed them. These thick steel bars and hoops go in with a lot of hurt, don’t they, Pig Whore?”
The girl’s terrified eyes darted up to Helen’s and she managed a nod and a “UMMM AAAHHHMM” around Tucker’s toes still stuffed into her mouth. A situation that only lasted for another few seconds as Tucker sadly realized his time was up.
He pulled his foot out of her mouth and then leaned over. He cupped her chin and then literally spat out his words into her anxious face.
“Next time you can stuff my hairy balls into that pretty mouth of yours…And Yes, there will be a next time, bitch…Because Ms. Hardstone was right. Even a fat Pig Whore like you can be the perfect toy to fuck with!”
Helen stood there watching the very one sided exchange between her satisfied customer and her terrified young slave girl. The words ‘hell of a deal indeed’ bouncing through her head as she kicked the toe of her Jimmy Choo into the plump fleshy side of the whimpering girl.
Without another word or glance at the whimpering girl, Tucker left the room. Chains rattled and the girl cowered as Helen told her,
“You’ve got a 30 minute break for feeding time. Well, real food feeding time that is. Viktor will be in shortly to feed you some nice fattening cheeseburgers he found. Which, I suggest you work hard to eat.”
“And remember, I have no qualms about taking you back to the Syndicate and seeing them throw you back in that horrible rejects room... And you should really thank Viktor with your mouth when you’re done. Or I may just let him sink that huge dick of his, that you’re so scared of…deep into your ass again…And we know how much you loved that!”
With one last hard kick into the whimpering girl’s thick waist roll, Helen turned on her heels and left. To be replaced by the meanest and horniest of her employees, Viktor.
He stood there with a steel pail in one hand and a mighty nasty looking dildo in the other. A blood, shit and pubic hair encrusted dildo just used on the occupant of the room next door.
“So, what’s it gonna be, Pig Whore? Some nice left-over burger and fries found in the dumpster outside our local McDonald’s? Or your asshole ripped open wide like the disrespectful whiny bitch next door?”
And of course, we know what she chose…Her 200 pounds of captive flesh and lack of gag reflex being the only thing keeping her from being returned to the ghastly dungeon full of ‘rejects’ back at the Syndicate.
And with this sordid fear running through every chained-up muscle in her trapped body, she shoved her face into the stench laden pail and began to greedily devour whatever crap Viktor had found for her, before readying herself to suck on customer number 84…
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So that's it, then
Apparently DA is updating their policies concerning 18+ adult content. After readng through the chances it became pretty clear that well over 90% of my work in there will be deleted. It would be nice to be able to make a backup copy or something, but apparently I would have to download my works one by one to do that. I have been there over 12 years and uploaded over 1400 illustrations and comic pages. No way I'm going to go through all that shit, so I guess I just have to be content about watching it all burn.
I guess all I can do now is to wait until the axe swings.
It was a fun ride, I guess. The community and it's support has helped me through some pretty dark times. I't saddens me greatly to see everything destroyed, and maybe I try to keep posting at least some kind of art in there, but the most of work you know and love will most likely be gone soon.
I have no idea where to go next, so I have no useful links to give to you yet. Apparently many are publishing stuff in Pixiv, but it's going through similar changes, so I really doubt moving there would be worth the effort.
I'll keep publishing everything in Subscribestar, since that is still possible, and you can support me through Patreon as well, but the content there is also greatly reduced.
It's very real possibility, that some of my works will disappear forever, but that's just how it is. If you have any good ideas about where to move and start over again, I'd be happy to hear about it.
Seems like the old good days are really gone now, sexual liberation and a change to self-expression were a fun thing as long as they lasted, but this new kind of purity culture is slowly but surely scourging the internet and probably moves to real life next. I'm just so damn tired. Tired for moving away from one platform after another, tired of constantly being aware that my way of existing and expressing myself is something that is seem irredeemly evil, tired of going through loop after another to make a living. I don't know how many times I can start over again.
Anyway, peace and love for all of you, I hope there is a chance for us to see each others in the future as well.
Oda
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Tuesday Throwback
Long legs, nylons and nasty stuff for poor June
CH1
June stood there trembling in the painful ropes. It was all she could do. Anxious fear ran thru every inch of her almost naked body. Her legs were quaking and her sex, degradingly throbbing from the tightness of the rope roughly ensnaring it.
Fresh out of the back of his van and strung up in his basement, he described himself to her as her trainer. That he was now her ‘owner’ and he was going to train her to be a subservient slave slut.
“My name is Mr. Smith…And as a trainer of impudent sluts and disrespectful whores…Like yourself! My main goal, is to in a few days, have you groveling at my feet and treating my cock like the shrine of manhood it is! Your sexy slutty body and worthless mind broken in, so it makes selling you an easy task.”
June had attempted to speak. She attempted to beg. But the tape sealing her mouth shut did not allow her to utter one understandable syllable.
Her attempt at words an utterly futile effort as the mass of extremely sticky duct tape over her mouth and plastered to her cheeks kept her pleading, horrified and pain filled shrieks rather mute.
June had screamed herself hoarse after those words he spit out into her anguished and shocked face. Now he stood there in front of her, after having left her alone, bound up and struggling for the last few hours in what appeared to be his garage.
“How’s that lovely crotch rope treating your tender cunt, huh slut?” asked the brutal man she only knew as Mr. Smith.
He gripped the strands of snug rope digging into her pantyhose covered abdomen. Then he pulled up savagely, again, on the rope running thru the folds of her pussy. Sneering into her face with delight as fresh tears streamed down over the silver tape.
He then cupped her abused mound, some of her pubic hair and tender flesh showing thru the strategically ripped hole in her once favorite pair of ‘going out’ tights.
“More importantly, you snivelling, whiny bitch…how is that nice fat butt plug feeling in your tight ass when I pull up on these ropes…Feelin good in between those pretty ass cheeks?”
June’s eyes rolled around in her head as he yanked hard up on the ropes. The space between her long legs felt like it was being sawed in half by the coarse strands.
The unwillingly filled space in her bum felt even more disgustingly defiled as the ropes put pressure on the black base tucked up in between her aching nylon covered bum cheeks.
Before putting her in this despicable crotch rope, he had inserted a scary looking black rubber thingie into her ass. He had waved the terrifying looking four inch long, and nearly two inch wide, device in front of her horrified face so she got a could view, before sticking it up in her pussy.
He spun the tapered plug around in her raw sex, pumping it like he was fucking her with it. With an evil sneer he leaned in and told her,
“I would suggest enjoying this pussy pumping, darling, for the only lube this plug is getting, before it gets rammed up in your super tight ass, is what your sexy pussy can slick it up with.”
She screamed for a good two minutes straight at this point as he raped her with cone shaped instrument. Then he pulled it out of her painfully throbbing channel with an audible pop.
A noise that had him laughing so hard, he literally once again spat into her anguished face as he displayed the shiny somewhat slicked up black cone under her quivering tape sealed mouth.
“Guess it will have to do. Maybe next time you should think like a dirty wanton slave whore and try and cum on it when I pump your pussy with a toy that’s meant for your ass. Definitely, your stinging stretched ass will thank you!”
This caused him to laugh even louder and June’s pitiful tape gagged screams to do the same as he stood behind her shaking roped up body. With his large meaty hands, he pried her flexing bum cheeks apart. The hole in her tights, just ripping enough so he could find her puckered back entrance.
All the while her head, even though her neck was caught in series of choking wraps of rope, thrashed away in useless defiance. Then in the middle of her frenzied pleading, wishing for him not to do what she knew he was about to terrifyingly do…She felt him push it in.
The pain on the intruding device was suddenly more excruciating than she had even terrifyingly thought possible.
June had never experienced anal before or contemplated it. Now this man who had violently abducted her, was swatting at her barely covered behind. Sadistically hitting the base of the horrible thing impaling her hot stinging ass as he laughed.
The base of the fat thing that he had just brutally inserted into her raging in pain asshole was reverberating inside her clenching ass with each horrible spank of his hand.
Then to her added horror, he went about cinching up the crotch rope…. tightly. He pulled hard on the rope cutting into her sensitive flesh, exposed thru her ripped tights between her forcibly spread legs.
Finally tying it off behind her back to the snug waist rope that also had bound her fisting and wriggling hands to. Arms bound, wrists trapped and tied to her waist, she had no hope of freeing herself.
Smith’s fist step in ‘training’ her complete, he stood back to appreciate his work, “My you look all helpless and ready to use….and abuse.” He grinned.
June moaned but the sounds were stifled by the duct tape plastered over the lower half of her face. Sobbing meekly, she took in the view of the man standing and grinning in front of her, another mass of rope dangling from one hand. And a lecherous sadistic look on his face that made her shudder and begin to hysterically sob.
…..
June had been out with a girl friend on a Thursday night, at a local bar, celebrating her friend’s new job. Dressed in a black mini skirt, black shiny tights and a deep pink top, the long curly black haired beauty with great long and toned legs caught the eye of a cruising Mr. Smith.
More aptly, Smith was hunting. Hunting for a new unsuspecting and unwilling recruit to add to his stable of forcibly enslaved females. He had just sold another one for a considerable profit and had decided there was no time like the present, to select another pretty thing for training. After all, he did now have a vacant space in his cellar.
He took a sip of his diet coke, no alcohol for him when hunting. He smiled at the raven haired beauty sitting with another good looking woman just a few tables from the bar. He raised his glass to her and nodded.
She answered his grin with a simile of her own. Leaning into listen to something her friend was saying, she uncrossed her legs and inadvertently showed him tons more leg and thigh.
Legs that went on forever and lots of sexy thigh. Legs that he couldn’t wait to have bound by a spreader bar back in his basement ‘Training Facility” so he could play unhindered between those grade A thighs.
Plus, he swore that under that skirt, was nothing but sheer shiny tights. No panties in sight. A fact he would in a few hours, find pleasingly correct.
It took him no time, later that night, to follow her home and then stealthily sneak into her apartment. Overpowering the long legged beauty with a bit of chloroform, so binding her up tight for transport to his homemade dungeon, wasn’t an extremely noisy and flailing about affair.
The only flailing occurring much later in the back of his Mercedes sprinter van, as he pushed her skirt up over of her wriggling hips as she gained full consciousness.
Her arms and hands securely tied behind her back and tape already sealed over her howling mouth. A look of shock and distress covering tear laden face as he leered down and said,
“I was right, no fucking panties, just pretty shiny tights. What a true slut you are. Perfect for training into a subservient slave whore. Now let’s rip into those tights and see how well your slutty cunt takes in a big fat hard cock.”
….
Mr. Smith was a ‘collector’ and ‘trainer’ as he liked to call himself. A collector of fine women, who once he acquired them, he would train to bend to his will.
The formerly carefree women he took, became obedient and truly submissive slaves. Ready to cater to his and his friends every craving and whim, no matter how obscene.
And to do this to these once proud and independent women, he needed to use some of the most punishing means necessary. Well placed pain and endless vile degradation, he found broke the spirit of any woman he chose.
Mr. Smith stood before his prize, watching her shiver in fear. He could tell she was starting to have trouble standing on her spread legs as her knees were really beginning to quake.
But that was to be expected as it was now Saturday afternoon and this beautiful thing had been trussed up like this for almost 36 hours. Her neck rope, anchored by a large kettle weight, always threatening to strangle her if she collapsed.
He decided it was time to give her legs a break at least. This was one of his favourite things to do. He ran his hands up and down the silky shiny fabric of her tights from knee to ripped open crotch.
Rolling his hand around to stroke and slide up the inside of her thigh, he noticed the quivering in her legs intensify dramatically, especially the closer he got to her rope split pussy. Tears were not just leaking out off the corners of her eyes. Now they were anxiously pouring.
“Afraid you are about to strangle yourself to death, my dear June?” he whispered into the side of her quaking head, using her name for one last time, before he switched over to using nothing but the most derogatory terms. Names like cock hole, slave slut or plain old dumb slut he would soon be using for June.
June nodded the little she could, desperate to end this near two day horror of endless sexual degradation and abuse. She so badly wanted to beg for her life, to beg for release from this nightmare.
“Okay, but June, as a slave slut in training you must realize you need to do something for me, if you want me to ease up on your suffering. You willing to do something for me?” he smirked.
Again, she nodded, panting loudly thru her snivelling nose. She did sound desperate to him. A thought that made him smile and his hard cock twitch excitedly.
Standing behind her he released the tension on the neck rope while he grabbed her bound arms. Then he quickly kicked the spreader bar back out behind. There was a loud squeal as she shrieked into her tape gag.
The effect of his rough maneuvering of the spreader bar, was that his new slave girl trainee plunged painfully on to her splayed out knees ahead of him. It looked painful from his angle behind her, and that was because it truly was.
June’s uncomfortably splayed wide legs and knees grinding into the concrete floor, meant she was suffering incredibly. But she was also at that perfect height he needed, that he wanted. She was at last ready for him to come around and test out her lovely grovelling mouth.
He stood before her and gripped an edge of the tape plastered over her lower half of her anguished looking face. He pulled and ripped off a large section of the duct tape without any care.
The tape ripped off painfully and caused June to yelp. As he looked down on his captive and slowly undid his fly, he watched delightfully as her slender roped framed chest heaved.
Her wonderful tits still hid under a black lace see through bra. He had not even begun to torment those pretty tits yet. But he would soon, he thought to himself. He reached down and plucked a nipple thru the ultra thin black fabric.
Her water filled eyes paid no attention though to his groping hands. Her eyes were fixed on what he had just pulled out of his jeans. The full length of his throbbing cock was now mere inches from her anxious face.
He could see the worry and humiliation spreading across her face and even in her bound body. Her body was twitching, her roped arms shifting and flexing, pulling futilely at the restrictive knots as she eyed his precum beaded cock.
“Well slave, you know what you have to do next…You said you would do something for me, right?” he barked.
June sobbed and uttered the first words she had been allowed to say since being taken. A time and a world that felt so removed from her current horrifying reality.
“Why?…Why me?….Why are you doing this to me?…I am not a slave….Please let me go?” she blubbered out.
Smith stood back up. He put his hands on his hips and asked,
“Aren’t you enjoying this June? A panty-less slut like you should be enjoying her bondage! She should be ready and willing to swallow her new Master’s big impressive cock, like an obedient slave slut…No?”
June, her crying intensifying, simply said, “No…please Sir…I don’t know Sir..!”
The reply made Mr. Smith quirk up an eyebrow. A lop-sided grin on his face as he thought to himself, ‘hmmm this piece of ass may be really easy to train, she’s got the ‘Sir’ right already’.
Out loud though, he gave June’s face a decidedly nasty slap with his open right hand. Then he gripped her curly dark hair and spat at her,
“Well, here’s the thing, you dumb cunt, you’re my slave trainee now. Your old life is gone…done…Fini…Your new life, as a thing…as an object to be owned and used as I please, begins now…Failure to do so, failure to obey me and know your place, will result in severe and painful punishment. Do you understand?”
He looked down at her and could see the thoughts racing thru her mind. He pulled indiscriminately on her hair which elicited a new round of useless flailing in her ropes and pathetic squeals shooting from her open mouth.
A mouth he knew that in seconds, he would happily sink his cock deep into.
“Well slut, what’s the answer?” He grabbed her hair tightly with one fist and forced her head back so she had to look right up at him.
With a quivering lip and a stammer she replied “Yesss… s.s. Sir….I understand, but pleassse…Why?”
“Why? Because I can, you stupid snivelling cunt. I am more powerful, smarter and just damn superior to you…Jeezus are you that utterly stupid?”
June frantically shook her head as his hand raised up in the air to deliver another bruising blow to her face.
“I understand Sir…I understand..I sh..sh..should I put my mouth on your …penis.” She stammered out.
He laughed and then barked, “Correction slave. You should say my cock goes in your mouth! Your mouth and throat …is for a man’s cock….So, you know where my cock is going now, slave? …Come on, you dumb bitch…say it!”
June closed her eyes and gave a small nod even though he still had a strong grip on her curly hair.
“Y..Y..your cock ..is going in my mouth…Sir” she stuttered out.
Her begging and whimpering acquiescence was actually making him harder, and her willing compliance now had him thinking.
Usually, when training his newly acquired product, he had to strap in a ring gag to keep the howling and frantic bitch’s mouths wide open. And sometimes he even had to inflict some additional painful torment on them, so they knew they had to swallow his proud cock. But this one, hmmm.
So without out the aid of a large ring gag spreading her jaws wide for his long hard dick, he shifted his hips forward and guided the precum dripping tip of his cock so it poked at her pursed lips. Lips that then opened on her own.
He steered his long dick directly in between her parted and quivering lips. A pleased groan escaped his mouth. He watched his cock disappear in between her lips and she tentatively started to draw her mouth up and down his shaft with her red lips.
Her black curly hair started that slight bob a woman’s head makes when she is obediently sucking away on a man’s dick.
“Good girl…Good slave…Make your Master happy, show us what a good slave slut trainee you can be.” He growled down at her.
He heard a gurgling noise and then it was divine! Three inches, then four and then his whole cock slipped in, her chin buried in his balls. There was a sudden racket below him as June suddenly began to flail about, his cock now entirely filling up her mouth and plunging down her throat.
Smith though kept a steady grip on her hair and began to thrust his hips. Pulling his cock only half back. Just enough so she could gulp in a breath, but not far enough back so that her slobbering mouth still wasn’t obscenely full of his stiff dick.
Then he upped the pace. Soon, he was rapidly jamming his cock all the way out and back in again. His hands gripping either side of her head and piston-ing it onto his ready to explode shaft.
June’s mouth was just a wet mass of saliva and hard cock flesh, with drool spilling out. “Auck Auck Auck” was the sound repeatedly emanating from her throat as he relentlessly pounded his hips into her face.
It was taking all his mental strength to hold off on blowing his load into her pretty mouth right now. He wanted to make this first use of her mouth go on for as long as possible.
Below him an utterly humiliated and terrified June was working her mouth and throat furiously up and down this vile man’s cock.
She had given the odd blowjob before, but never like this. Where she was not in control of anything, except how she used her lips, tongue and even throat muscles on the throbbing shaft invading her mouth.
Her arms ached and her wrists stung from the ropes binding them tightly behind her back. Her defiled ass throbbed from the thing he had jammed in her bottom disgustingly almost two days ago.
Her knees were now beginning to hurt, and her once pretty tights were shredding as they scraped on the hard concrete floor. The relentless shaking of her entire body as he repeatedly rammed his cock into her mouth caused her trapped body a plethora of discomfort and pain.
She was hoping it would end soon and then she would beg him to let her go. Her thinking that once she had given him what he wanted, she might plead her way free.
Suddenly the thrusts stopped with his cock buried deep in her throat. June began to choke, her gag reflex only now kicking in as she fought to breathe. Frantically she realized she couldn’t, his pulsating dick had lodged deep in her throat.
Her eyes flew wide open and panic set in. She could hear herself gurgling, sick pitiful noises as she fought for air. Every captive limb in her body strained at their bindings as she felt him tighten his grip on her hair.
Pinning her throat onto his cock, her face buried in his pubic hair, she heard him groan deeply. Then it hit! Hot liquid erupting down her throat, she could feel the pulses of the cum travelling thru his cock in her lips and in her pinned down wriggling tongue.
Then with five more quick violent thrusts of his cock, he shot the last of his tangy seed all around in her mouth. Leaving half the length of his still ejaculating cock stuck in her gasping and gagging mouth.
He finally pulled out fully, watching her with a chuckle as she tried to swallow, breathe and then just mournfully spit out what was left in her mouth. It hung in disgusting wet strands off her chin as he told her,
“Fuck bitch, that was good!…Wow, for a first time slave slut on your knees and servicing your Master!…Phew…you are really going to make me and quite a few of my friends…very, very happy!”
June heard those words and then started to plead thru her cum filled mouth, “Bb..ut p.p.please untie me, I pleased you, I did something for you… I wont tell anyo…..”
SLAP…CRACK... was the sound of flesh on flesh as Mr. Smith cruelly slammed his open hand across June’s shocked and then utterly anguished face.
He slapped her hard, without caring that his hand hurt. So hard, the drool and cum that had been hanging off her lower lip, sprayed across the floor in front of them.
“NO FUCKING TALKING SLAVE! Now swallow all that cum and lick all the spilled bits off the floor…NOW!”
June begged one more time. “Noooo please , noo please ….don’t do this I….”
Mr. Smith was having none of this. He slapped her violently one more time. “Fuck it! You can lick the floor clean, later!”
Then he proceeded to tape her mouth back up. Terror ripe on her tear streaming face as he told her,
“Geezus Christ slave, you aren’t getting this at all, are you? You’re not going anywhere, you dumb cunt! You’re not getting untied…You aren’t ever leaving here…Until I sell your ass…You…are.. my …sex…slave….GET IT?” he said poking her hard in her left breast.
He dragged her back up onto her feet again and tied her neck rope back off to the 30 pound kettle bell weight sitting on the table. A quivering and crying June stood awkwardly on her forced apart legs.
Her tights were now severely ripped and bloodied at the knees. She watched as he dragged in a box of devious looking devices and he began to take a number of items out, displaying them on the table.
“Yes, you disobedient stupid slut, all these are for you. You will get to know them very well over the coming weeks and months. And for today’s punishment, this double ended dildo on a wooden shaft is what you’ll straddle and pivot on. You’ll be screaming for hours, since I can leave you here with both your bottom holes plugged for the day…Then you can think about what you did wrong! And how you need to behave to make it…Right!”
Bending down to the floor Mr. Smith began preparing the rope to hold the shaft in place between her quaking legs.
Wrapping the rope around her thrashing about spreader bar, he ignored the muffled endless screams and pleas coming from the desperate woman, gagged and roped rather nicely, in front of him. His focus now only to impale both her bottom holes and to make her suffer….
Another chapter to follow tomorrow...
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Story Index Update, Part I
For February 2023 ….Chapter and Multi part stories, some willing, some not and some just plain dark and nasty..
***Vivian, Her Endless Home Invasion
NEW CH 1, Hank knocks on her door
NEW CH2, Vivian’s life as foot stool and servant
***The Tax Tribute Stories, Just 18 and enslaved
NEW Tax Tribute #685, formerly known as Mellie
NEW Lydia, How they keep the troublesome ones
NEW Lydia, Part II…and she thought her time was up
***Mark and Sophia, Fun on the Farm
CH1, Sophia arrives
CH2, Milking Time
CH3 Barn time oral training
CH4 Her new ‘special’ saddle
CH5 Heading to the Fields
CH6 Out in the Field
NEW Sophia’s surprise in the Barn
***Layla, Torture of an Innocent
Chapter 1, Taken, trapped and tormented
Chapter 2, The table, torture and breathplay
Chapter 3, Forced Orgasms &…more torture
NEW Chapter 4, Cast into Pain
**The Deviant Helen Hardstone’s Collection
NEW A MILF becomes a tit fucking toy
NEW A newly minted slave cow earns her keep
Helen’s latest ‘new one’ for sale
Showing the newbie the way
They call her ‘Slave Ugly Tits’
Helen’s Catch of the Day
Patricia learns to like pussy
A Trophy Wife’s Permanent Reward
What to do with the Ugly Ones
Rainbow, kidnapped and defiled
Another Satisfied Customer
Ed Goes Shopping
Sold by the pound
Cassy, Entertains the girls
Renting out poor Rashida
Young Lacie forced to please in the club
Updated Helen’s afternoon surprise
***Riley and her Daddy***
New Riley goes shopping with Daddy
Riley gets bound & spanked
Updated Riley’s Valentine’s on Slave Island
Riley’s afternoon at the window
Riley, playing in the snow
Vacation on Slave Island, Part I
Poolside Fun, On Vacation Part II
***Bill and Brenda, Happily Married Sadists
Updated Brenda’s Captive Valentine
Poor Lilah, No Hope of Release
CH 1, Purchase of Tracy
CH 2 Tracy’s Oral Training
***Ellie, A pretty coed and secret willing slave
CH4, Ellie`s First Job out of college
CH3, Ellie see`s double
CH2, Ellie gets suitably punished
CH1, Ellie and the professor
***Madame Clare’s Obedience School
Jessica’s Abs Training
Francesca’s Flexibility Training
Amelia, depth training
Jessica, spread and wailing
Young Annette’s Stiff Training
**Haley and the upstairs Penthouse neighbor
CH1 Kneel, Mouth, Suck
CH2 Haley’s Roommate gets included
***The Pastor, a Holy Mean Bastard***
CH2 The Pastor’s Newest Charge
CH2 Kat, the abuse of a ‘sinner’
CH1 Kat, forced to her knees
***Jessica, caught, sold, snuffed
Jessica CH1 taken
Jessica CH2 Sold
Jessica CH3 Snuffed
***Julia taken and enslaved series
Newer Gangbang Tit Torture Night w/Julia
Julia CH1 Abducted
Julia CH2 The auction
Julia CH3 Tied Tit Torment
Julia CH4 How loud can she scream
***Leon’s many captive and abused girls
The Cabin
Star’s Anal Testing
Story #1- The Run
CH1 Laura Abducted and Abused
CH2 Laura gets ‘Nailed’
CH3 Laura’s ‘Tacky’ time
CH4 Laura’s Miserable Xmas
CH5 New Owners, New Pain
CH6, More Brutal Tit Torment
CH7 Laura Inspires a Girl, to Run
***Angie, She Becomes A Slave****
CH1, Taken Easily, because she’s kinky
CH2 Angie, kept in ropes and pain
CH3 Angie Water Torment in the Tub
CH4 Suffering Horribly in ‘The Chair’
CH5, Strict Shipping of Angie
CH6 Hanging Around on Slave Island
The Final Chapter, Resigned to her fate
***The Asylum, Girl’s being treated properly
CH1, Sabrina
CH2, Patient 15
CH3, Poor Becca becomes Patient 16
CH4 Becca’s Suspended Torment
***Raina, A Willing Slave Series
Raina, how it began
Raina, CH2, learning the ropes
Raina, CH3 A long day chained in the playroom
Raina CH4, Girl on Girl Time
Raina CH5, Tricked and Taken
Raina CH6, Taken and Shipped
Raina CH7 in Ropes and Agony
Raina CH8, The assault before the rescue
Raina High in NYC
Raina in Paris, Part 1
Raina in Paris Part II, The maids Fun
Raina, The Deal
Raina, A Pissy Day
Raina in London Part I
Raina in London Part II
Raina, Ballgags and Masks
Raina, Back in the Park
NEW Raina, A celebration by her Master
***Lena, NC Longterm Metal Bondage
Chapter 1 tricked into it?
Chapter 2, chained and suffering
Chapter 3, at the beachhouse
Chapter 4, in the Pit
Chapter 5, In anal ‘Pear’ hell
**Mikayla, Horrible case of Mistaken Identity
Chapter 1, Kidnapped, it begins
Chapter 2, The gang has some fun
Chapter 3, Auctioned off into sex slavery
Chapter 4, Being rented out and used
***Mia, Teen enslaved by her Sister and boyfriend
CH1, Earns her sister’s wrath
CH2, Her first weekend being a live sex toy
CH3, Her cousin Abigail joins her unwillingly
CH4, The teens get filmed
CH5, The teens suffer together
Mia hobbled and sold
More Auction time for Mia
***Nyasia Series***
Nyasia’s Bondage Wedding
Nyasia, Rough Full Treatment
Nyasia asks & gets ‘Ruined’
Nyasia’s First Story
Nyasia in her bedroom
Spreader bar fun
Nyasia’s 23rd Birthday Surprise
Nyasia, bent over and bound
…Chloe, Slave to The Stormtroopers
CH 1, Chloe Is Arrested
CH2 Chloe, a forced oral slave
CH3 Chloe, Her horrific interrogation
****Chey Abducted****
CH1 The sordid beginning
CH2 Sitting Pretty
Chey, Locked Away and Alone
Punishment on the Impaler
Celebrating her Enslavement Anniversary
Justine kidnapped****
CH1 accepting a ride
CH2 Bought as a slave
****The Cheryl Series, She becomes a slave
CH1 The kidnapping…
CH2 Hooded Deprivation
CH3 Some Electro Fun
CH4 A month in and it gets even more Strict and Permanent
CH5 Nasty Anal Training Begins
CH6 Tied Tits & Blowjobs
CH7 Left Alone for Days
Cheryl’s Sick Christmas Abuse
CH8 Valentine’s Day
CH9 Accepting her Fate
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Maddie Garcia’s shocking night of service
‘Le club des esclaves féminines’ was abuzz with activity on this Friday night. It was one of the club’s busiest nights ever, and this made the club’s, evening Matron in charge, Madame Clare, smile. Her cut of the club’s fees for the night going a long way to helping her purchase her next young and adorable plaything.
Closing her leather bound sign in book, she glanced at the hulking well muscled 300 pound doorman, Dominic, guarding the club’s discrete and tucked away entrance.
“It seems all the registered members who reserved for tonight have arrived. I am going to go greet our guests and oversee tonight’s special selections. Please make sure the door is secured, and no one enters…and of course… no one tries to leave, who shouldn’t be allowed.” she ended with a wink at the grinning dark skinned guard.
He nodded at the sixty plus year old woman. She was still in trim shape and made his dick twitch. Many years of ballet training and teaching of ballet, (along with teaching other things a subservient young woman should know), would do that for a woman’s figure.
He asked as usual, “And do I and my cock, get a reward later, ma’am…if my job is successfully completed?”
Madame Clare, being in an overly good mood, pulled the front of her short skirt up over her pelvis. Her perfectly manicured pussy glistening proudly in the candle light of the entrance way. She stroked her fingers into her folds and then with her fifty plus years of ballet training, sank gracefully down onto her knees.
“How about the first of that reward now, for just being such a…commanding presence. Then we’ll let you have another reward later in the evening.” She smirked as her hand now worked to free his incredibly large deep brown cock.
His gleaming white toothed smile all the answer she needed as she sprung free his massive dick and with a gulping noisy slurp, she literally swallowed his dark ample dick whole.
….
Madame Clare strode into the red velvet draped back waiting room where ten women nervously sat or stood, waiting for instructions. Some more nervous than others, with good reason.
The commanding woman took another second to wipe her glistening lips. The wonderful taste of her doorman’s reward still coating her mouth. Then she announced,
“Good evening ladies, and welcome to ‘Le club des esclaves féminines’. As you know, your husbands, your masters or your owners, whichever term fits for the man that commands you, well those men have decided you are to be part of tonight’s draw for service.”
Madame Clare eyed the group of women, not at all surprised when one raised her shaking hand. The most nervous looking of all the women. An early thirties looking one, Madame Clare properly surmised, stood there in her obscenely short and snug red minidress.
Maddie Garcia dropped her hands and once again began squeezing and wringing her them anxiously in front of herself. She was utterly intimidated by this stern sounding woman. Her clasped hands she kept low, trying to block the peek a boo view of her black lacy panty covered crotch.
Maddie’s bare olive-skinned flesh, above her black stockings, was showing and visibly trembling. A look that made Madame Clare’s pussy clench and moisten.
“Yes, you may speak.” Madame Clare nodded at the intriguing looking woman. Her look a combination of her African American and Latino parents.
“Wh..What do mean…b..by service?” Maddie stuttered out in a most worried tone. Concern written across her face.
“You belong to Mr. Garcia, don’t you? And you are new here, correct?” Madame Clare asked the now wide eyed woman.
“Yes, Mr. Garcia is my husband. My name is..” was all she got out before Madame Clare raised her hand and cut Maddie off.
“Enough. Your name is irrelevant inside these walls. I believe all you other ladies know that once inside this place you no longer have names unless your Master or Owner provided one?”
The majority of the other women, nodded and murmured in agreement. Two could only moan and nod since their mouths were already full of snug fitting and extremely intrusive gags.
“And as for what being selected for service entails, well it will involve the winner of our upcoming little draw, having to present herself naked, cuffed and collared with a pretty shock collar. Her position, to kneel at the feet of the fine gentlemen who belong to this club.”
Madame Clare reached out and traced her finger up the side of Maddie’s quivering cheek. “Her job? To hold their drinks as they partake in punishing some deserving slave slut, bound up and needing some painful abuse. Punishment that the service slave may end up also enjoying, if she spills a single fucking drop.”
Maddie gasped as the stern and smirking woman then lightly slapped her shocked face. The woman’s hand then cupped Maddie’s sex. Her long fingers curling up and her nails digging into the lace covering Maddie’s damp folds.
“And remove these ugly panties right now, my dear. Apparently, you weren’t fully informed of the rules by your master. Underwear of any type is forbidden on a cunt, once she walks in thru the Club’s doors.”
Maddie shuddered and then began the process of skirting her panties down her stocking covered legs. She kicked out of them and was about to bend down to pick them up when a broad meaty hand grasped her bared ass.
“Leave them! We have other trained slaves ready to perform the degrading menial jobs of cleaning up shit.” Dominic growled over Maddie’s shoulder.
His groping hand was still on her ass and squeezing hard as she heard him bellow at a cringing nearby young woman.
“You know what to do, cunt. Do it now or get 50 lashes…on your ugly pussy!”
The young woman literally jumped at his words and sunk to the floor in front of a shocked Maddie. She was adept at getting down on her knees and bent over, which amazed Maddie since the girl’s arms were fully covered in a tightly lashed black leather armbinder.
She literally licked at the black lace and then seemingly chewed, so her mouth filled up full, with the just discarded panty. Maddie gulped and then watched as the girl stood back up and took her place back up against the wall, he mouth stuffed full of soiled panty.
There was barely a grimace on her face. She was hiding her disgust well, Maddie thought, since the panties had been supremely dampened with Maddie’s sex.
“Fantastic. And you may keep them in your mouth for the entire night, slave nineteen, unless your fathe…I mean Master, sees fit to let us degrade you for some other putrid and filthy uses.”
Madame Clare then clapped her hands high in the air and announced, ”Now on with the show, slaves!”
Madame Clare then strode to the center of the room where she was met by a short and thick thighed woman. Her hands were already cuffed in front of her completely naked but heavily tattooed body. The cuffs were linked to her thick leather collar by a silver chain.
In her hands she held a small brass bowl. A bowl she offered up to a grinning Madame Clare. Madame Clare reached in and then pulled out a small piece of folded up paper.
Maddie gulped, she now knew why upon entering the secretive club, they had made her sign a small piece of paper. But not with her name. Instead, the preprinted paper which read, ‘Property of _____’ she had to sign simply with her husband’s name.
She fidgeted with the obscenely short hem of her dress, anxious about what came next. She just wanted to get out into the main hall and meet her husband again. Their private room complete with a four-poster bed and St. Andrew’s cross was all pre-booked and she had been excited to offer herself up to him, like this, for his 40th birthday.
But right now, Maddie suddenly forgot about his birthday as she heard the commanding woman bellow, “And the winner… or loser, depending on how you look at it, my dear slaves, is…The property of Mr. Garcia!”
Maddie literally jumped as she heard her husband’s name. Then she squeaked in surprise as she felt massive strong hands grip her arms. Behind her, the shadow of the hulking doorman loomed. His grip almost painful as he pulled her into his muscled body, his cock muscle hard and digging into a mortified Maddie’s back.
She began to speak but Madame Clare’s single long index finger came up and vertically pushed on Maddie’s lips.
“Shhh, my dear. You don’t want to start the night already whipped and impaled on the punishment post, do you? Begging for mercy for the next fours hours as your cunt is nastily stuffed, stretched and smacked with all kinds of punishing whips and canes? I am sure it could break you…It has done that to other insolent slaves, talking out of turn.”
Maddie turned her head from side to side, not uttering a terrified word as Madame Clare touched her lips. There was something in the woman’s deeply focused eyes that had Maddie soon trembling from head to toe.
Her trembling only accentuated as she saw in her peripheral vision the large hands of the man behind her, appear over her head. In his hands he held the shock collar. A collar soon latched and locked with a padlock that had Maddie on the verge of both choking and sobbing.
“Well, that looks like it belongs on your neck, my dear. Now be a good slave and take that dress off. Or should I have Dominic here, the lustful man in charge of all you slave whores, rip it off you?”
Maddie shook her head and then grasped the hem of her dress. She pulled it up over her torso and then head. Finally standing there naked with the dress bundled up in shaking hands. Intuitively knowing what Madame Clare wanted, she reached out and offered the dress to the older smirking woman.
“Very good, slave, for a newbie to our club you are starting to grasp the basics.” Madame Clare pointedly stated as she tossed the red dress over into the corner.
“Now hands out front and up high, dear. You need to be cuffed. It will bring together the look of your subservience and enslavement. I am sure it will please your Master, Mr. Garcia, and probably give every other man who comes by to inspect our ‘service slave’ an ample hard-on.”
Maddie held out her arms and the woman locked silver cuffs around her wrists. Maddie stared at them with curiosity and a growing dread. Then she shrieked as Dominic held her arms aloft.
“And one last thing to make you pretty for tonight’s evening of perversion. A nice and hefty brass nipple bell. Held on by one of the most painful and pinching tight nipple clamps you will ever probably experience, unless you spend more time here at the club.”
Maddie wriggled in the brute’s firm grip. Her scared sobs real and then truly pain induced as Madame Clare went about mashing Maddie’s right nipple in between two short blocks of metal.
Maddie screamed as the wingnuts on the clamp were closed. Her excruciatingly throbbing nipple looking like it might burst once Madame Clare and grunted and turn the screws as tight as she could.
The domineering woman swatted the bell, and it rang with a sweet little chime as Maddie cried out softly from the nasty pinching pain.
“What a sweet pair of lovely sounds. A ringing nipple bell and a slave’s pained whimpers. Makes my pussy soaking wet, every time. Now get this slave whore out to the post room. Her service role for the night is much needed there I hear.”
Maddie’s dread was now greatly compounded when the hulking man grabbed the short chain connecting them and he began hauling her out of the room. He shoved her into a long carpeted hallway.
A hallway where she was suddenly bracing herself against the walls while she screamed. Within seconds she was on her knees, her pained wails loud as she gripped the locked on collar with all her might and she tried vainly to pull it away from her neck.
The pain was unbelievable, needle like pain mixed with intense stinging. It was all due to Dominic standing there grinning and pressing on the shock collar’s remote.
“Just a taste for you slave of what you may endure tonight, if you’re not an obedient and respectful cunt! And speaking of showing respect. Would you like me to keep shocking you all the way down this hall, or do you wish to show me…or more to the point, my dick…Some respect, hmmm?”
Many long moments later Maddie found herself kneeling and licking her lips, her mind reeling in humiliation. She was shuddering at what she had just done. The oral servicing of a stranger to avoid some brutal torment. The taste of him was still coating her mouth as she knelt with surprisingly damp thighs.
She was in a large room that at first glance looked normal with couches and plush high back chairs. But then as she studied the walls and the post positioned dead behind her, she began to utterly tremble. The room now scarier looking than anything she had ever dreamed about.
She also kept staring at the floor. She was unsure whether she should look up or not. For sure she didn’t want to see what was happening to the woman strung up by her hands in the far corner. Her curvy body swaying there by her bloodied wrists.
The poor things feet weren’t even close to touching the floor. Her thighs and ass looked like they had been shredded with the worst of possible whipping devices. Some of the nasty red lashes were so deep, blood trickled from them.
There was also something stuck in between her abused and mangled ass cheeks. A massive butt plug of some type, Maddie correctly surmised, was rammed up in the woman’s ass.
Maddie decided to just keep her eyes cast down and avoid looking at that nightmare come to life. She studied the floor as many pairs of expensive Italian men’s dress shoes circled around her. She flinched as a hand touched the top of her head. It gripped her hair and then started to slowly force her to look upward.
“Oh don’t worry, slave, you won’t end up impaled on that post and then whipped senseless, unless you displease us, or heaven forbid spill one of our drinks?” said a familiar voice.
It was her husband. He was standing there, his cock sprung free from his trousers and dripping already. A moment of confusion flashed across her face, and she was about to speak, when he firmly slapped her.
“Remember, no speaking unless told to. Or I will have them gag you. The ring gag’s free now. We took it out of that ugly bitch’s mouth after every man you see in here, brutally fucked it. And all she did to deserve her punishment was forget to say sorry when she spilled a few drops of Greg’s drink.”
Maddie bit her lip and then glanced up into his smiling lust filled eyes. Her anxiety peaking when he swung a riding crop around to tap at her nipple bell.
“Now arms up, hands up. You have work to do, slave.”
She did as told and took a deep breath as he put a small serving tray in her quivering hands. Her eyes widened as he put a cocktail in a large glass on the tray. The tray dipped a bit and she recovered quickly, utterly relieved when the sloshing liquid did not spill over the side of the crystal glass.
Then she watched her husband stride back over to the woman hanging by her wrists. He joined four other men who were joking about something and then she watched in horror as they removed the large butt plug and they each took a turn, fucking the moaning and whimpering woman’s stretched open ass from behind.
It was a brutal scene, so unnecessarily cruel. There was no way the woman could have consented to such debasement, Maddie thought, as she turned her face away from the horror.
The brutality seemed to go on for forever, twenty or thirty minutes at least, which wasn’t good for Maddie either. After a while she was in tears, her arms twitching and filled with aches as her muscles began to fatigue. From her shoulders to the tips of her fingers, she was in agony as she tried to hold up the drink.
Then Maddie shrieked, the pain in her neck horrific as the shock collar electrodes literally burned into her tender neck flesh. She chanced a glance up to find a strange man towering over her. He appeared pissed and had the shock collar remote in his hand.
“Pay attention cunt! Or it’s up on the post time for you! I am sure your husband wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson in proper slave behaviour by impaling your ugly pussy for a few hours and then whipping the shit out of you! It seems to have worked on my wife!”
He said this with a sneer that turned into smile as he looked over his shoulder. Maddie shivered from head to toe, her voice low and cracking as she nodded at him and mumbled, “Sorry Sir…I will pay attention.”
The smiling man then placed the filth covered butt plug on the tray. A look of shock spread across Maddie’s distressed face. The weight of the enormous butt plug on the tray was unbelievable, and Maddie began to sob.
“What’s wrong with her now, Greg? You show her your monster sized cock and tell her where she’ll get fucked by it later tonight?” she heard her husband ask with a chuckle.
She glanced up at her husband standing next to the 6 foot 4 inch tall Greg. Maddie couldn’t believe how this night was unfolding. It was nothing like she had imagined.
It was much scarier, much more degrading. And by the amount of moisture, she felt down between her trembling legs, it was shockingly and embarrassingly more arousing.
Arousal that took a brief few seconds holiday, as she shrieked in pain. The shock collar once again igniting and excruciatingly zapping her neck. She was panting as the pain subsided. Her outstretched arms still holding the tray, the near full drink and the disgusting butt plug.
“Wow, I am impressed, still no spilling and still no begging. Garcia, you’ve got yourself a pretty damn good subservient slave wife there!” exclaimed a third man.
Maddie’s husband nodded and then he asked Greg for the shock remote. He stood there in front of her struggling pose with the shock remote in one hand and the riding crop in the other. Her arms were obviously close to giving out and tears soaked her anxious cheeks. All the other man now stood behind her husband.
“Impressed, yes! But let’s see what breaks her.” He snorted, “Crop on her tits, or a few long blasts of the shock collar…Or maybe… I make her clean off this disgusting used butt plug…with her mouth!”
Maddie’s horrified eyes glanced straight up into her husband’s. The words ‘No Gawd No’ on her lips, but never escaping them as she shrieked from the riding crop slapping and stinging at her tits.
And still to the rowdy men’s amazement she hung onto and kept the tray aloft. That was until her husband stepped back and then aimed the shock remote at her as if it were a pistol. Then he hit the trigger and Maddie howled.
The butt plug toppling over and hitting the ground first before the tray dipped and most of the drink sloshed out.
“You bad, bad, slave cunt! Such disrespect for your simple duties…Well that deserves the most painful of punishments”, her Husband growled.
“I am sorry, I am sorry…so so sorry….No…pleazze no…NO NO NO!” Maddie ended up wailing.
The men had surrounded her. Her husband painfully hauling her up off the floor by her hair. A man then was grabbing onto each of her stocking clad legs, stiff from kneeling for so long. Their groping hands on her ass and upper thighs, lifting her up till her bare back smacked into the post.
Greg held her cuffed hands high above her head as they hoisted her flailing about body higher into the air. Her husband stood there in front of her. The shock remote pocketed so he could reach out and cup her pussy.
“You’re fucking soaked, slave. You’re an honest to goodness slave whore who likes it nasty and rough!”
He exclaimed excitedly as he curled two of his fingers up into her pussy. His knuckles knocking at the hard rubber dildo the other men had her spread legs poised over.
As the tall man locked her hands up to the top of the post, Maddie’s husband violently pumped his fingers into her spasming slit. His hand pumping so fast, her eyes began to cross. The impending orgasm was going to be explosive, and she couldn’t wait.
But then his hand withdrew, and she opened her mouth to beg. But all that came out this time was a long drawn out scream, as she felt her body get lowered and her pussy stretched and seemed to fill with something horrid.
It just kept drilling up into her as her body sunk down on it. Inch after inch of hard rubber fake cock disappeared up inside Maddie’s wriggling body. Her screams and sobs desperate and despairing as she finally found herself fully impaled on the device.
Perched there, she moaned in the ultimate sexual discomfort. Her head was lowered and rolling around as she suffered. She tried to use her feet to alleviate the agony but found that at some point the men had shackled them together behind the post.
Her arms had been weakened so much by her tray holding that she could not even hope to use them to lift herself up for a tiny moments relief. Because of her weak arms and legs cuffed behind the post, her whole naked body now arced outward from the vertical beam.
She glanced at the group of men laughing as they abandoned her to suffer on the post. Through her water filled, half focused eyes, she watched them walk to the far corner.
There the poor whipped and sodomised woman was now forced to her knees. Her blubbering mouth now ring gagged open to receive the men’s cocks again, whether she wanted to or not. Maddie just dropped her head and began to sob.
Time trickled by. The gagged screams and begging of the other woman seemingly endless. Then she heard her bell ring. The tug on her crushed nipple causing her pussy to unexpectedly twitch. Maddie opened her eyes to see a perfectly manicured female hand swatting at the brass colored thing.
“I see you failed in your duties, slave…Well that was expected. None of you weak slave whore’s ever seem to be able to perform as you should! Hmmmm, but there is one thing different about you!” Madame Clare uttered.
Her long nailed fingers were stroking the soft delicate flesh of Maddie’s sex where the nasty phallus speared her. Her face full of delight as she parted the hood over Maddie’s swollen and pulsating clit.
“You’re fucking drenched. Your cunt is literally dripping while your impaled on this big fake dick.” Marvelled Madame Clare as her fingers began to circle and then rub at Maddie’s clit.
Within seconds Maddie’s hips were twitching and then jerking on the wooden support that held the dildo buried deep up in her slit. The constant pain in her sex of riding the wooden mount blending with the sweet feel of Madame Clare’s fingers on her aroused bundle of nerves.
The woman used both her hands to caress, grope and probe Maddie’s speared sex and thrust out tits. It made Maddie moan, then groan and then shout as the woman ferociously rubbed her fingers into Maddie’s puffed up nub.
The final straw, the final thing Maddie needed to unleash her orgasm, being the nail pinching twist Madame Clare gave a howling Maddie’s clit as the panting older woman also shoved her pussy coated fingers into Maddie’s wet open mouth.
…A couple hours later…
Maddie slunk to her knees as her body dropped from the ceiling. Her weak arms where numb, just like her buttocks. The feeling in them replaced by an unrelenting heat after the last brutal caning.
She shuddered as her husband pried her bum cheeks apart and roughly removed the butt plug from her ass. The last twitch in her over worked pussy subsided as she felt the device pop out of her stinging rectum.
“What was that? Your 5th orgasm of the night?” he remarked with much surprise in his voice.
A voiceless Maddie could only nod, her ability to communicate long gone from the degrading yet sexually mind blowing torments she had undergone. She collapsed onto the floor as he unlocked her wrist cuffs from the overhead chain system. Her eyes closed as she prayed it was over.
Then she felt her husband cup her head and whisper, “Now imagine the fun we are gonna have in the private room. I can’t wait to see you strung up on that St. Andrew’s cross. Plus, I have invited Greg and his friends to drop by for a visit and maybe even Madame Clare and her big burly friend will pay you the honour of a visit…I certainly hope so.”
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Story Index Part II
Nov 2022 Update for Stand Alone Stories, Posts new in the last few weeks are labelled NEW. Separate Update for chapter stories coming soon.
**Auction Time, and Selling Their Cute Asses
NEW Sarah’s struggling time
NEW Beatrice`s one way vacation
MILF on the waiting bench
A new one presented for sale
Selling Chey Mia and Abigail
Sisters caught and sold
Anita’s new owner show’s her some love
For $100 you get use of her mouth
April’s sad goodbye to her Mom and Sis
The Wait, Holding Cell Series #4
Lot 7, A pretty thing for sale
CuntsRus, Shipping Instructions
Crate and Barrel
From beach bunny to sold sex slave
Picture this scene, A schoolgirl gets presented
Reluctant Irina’s turn on the stage
Her 24 hours are up!
The Shipments
She’ll have a new Daddy soon
Nigella, up next for sale
Minerva, Holding Cell Series #1
Bethany Ziptied, Holding Cell Series #2
Three new terrified arrivals, Holding Cell #3
Petra pleases the perverted crowd, Holding Cell #5
***School Girl Problems & Teen Slaves
NEW And she looked just like his Katie
NEW Trying to be a good girl & not a piece of shit
NEW A perv’s dream ‘Snatch’
Tiny Tara’s Nightmare
Marta’s time with Father Franco
The questioning and selling of Princess
Connie ‘Cunt’s’ time on the chair
A Tortured Teen’s Unhappy Anniversary
Sweetest Sexteen Party Ever
Captured, tested and sold
Protest Day, especially for these two
Private School Girl’s are Best
Izzy’s Punishing Day at School
Santa’s Naughty List
Her Prom Night Horror
First Encounter, by MissBehave
What a Bastard does with another `Taken` schoolgirl
Her First Captive Christmas…of Many?
Sarah works hard for her grade
Angelina’s time in St.Mary’s School for Girls
Kellie in her underwear and rope
**Dark and Nasty, Non Consensual, and Forced Enslavement
NEW Robbie’s Xmas Cum Dump in the attic
NEW A shiny thing for a tiedup new thing
His vacation, her nightmare
Lucky for her, she’s his favourite
The Kings new sweet prisoners
Amelia and her new friend
Naked and Hands Cuffed High
The Robbers squirming and sobbing loot
She’s to be an ass licking slave
Having to Torture Hannah…Twice
Getting sick revenge on Angela
Farmer Jim’s Prego Slave Problem
Showing the innocent newbie the way
The Surprise in the Closet
Making Good Use of the Cane
A Good Girl, Abducted and Roped
An Unwilling Bondage Model
Nasty ‘Auntie’ Linda buys young April
Carmen, lots of forced oral training
Kelly, She thought she had found a way out
Updated Steel Again for Christmas
Abduction and submission of Talia
Stephanie, Bent over and used
Rose, in the hands of her new owners
Poor Emily, In Metal and Rope
The sick and spiked torture of Molly
Just a girl in a Spikey predicament
Erin, A kidnapping and woodworking
Rose, Held evilly in preparation to be sold
Amanda, down in the basement
Severe Oral Training of some un-named girl
A Simple PSA (Public Service Announcement)
PokeHer Night
Forcibly bent over, by her Boss
Cynthia…A teaser
Paigie Poo, kidnapped teen
Her Hell in being his PET #8
The Conversation she really wished not to hear
His Sick Experiment
Melika, Slave Cow, pumped and hosed
The Box
And Two More Boxed Captives
Alyson, A fresh teen is about to be sold
Terri`s Final New Year`s Party
A Struggling University Student
The Package, The realtor becomes the purchase
Carly, A Hanging Predicament
The Teen left in the Forest
The brutal confinement of Sydney
A Teen doesn’t understand why…
His shy Librarian
Beth and her slave girl
His New Slut Puppy
The pear and his toy called ‘It’
Kidnapped Lauren’s power tool torture
Sold for Toilet Paper
Claire’s Very Strict Predicament
Tied to the old seatless chair frame
Jim’s Poor Piggie
Julia and the Artist
Just another girl in a sadist’s basement
Lilah, No Hope of Release
He chose you, So respect him
The new hires and their training subject
Leah, from out jogging to being sold
Christine, Her horrific memories
Lilith, the innocent shoplifter
Hooded, captive, shown and abused
Gerald solves his problems, an IDD story
Keeping his niece in the hole in the wall
The Depraved Steel Hood
Jean Hardstone’s new acquisition
She didn’t know how lucky she was
****Imprisoned and Mistreated****
NEW Her miserable life in the ‘T’
NEW Abuse and Execution of an Innocent
The prison’s unlucky lottery winner
Inmate 562 in solitary and steel
Her life in strict steel in Cell 17
Inmate 941-124, the cleanup slave
Keeping them locked and suffering
A Tour of Secret Facility #1
Hanging day and the lost bet
Marjorie’s Mistaken Impression
Prisoner 373, alone and chained
A trio of unwilling girls in a cell
The guards celebrate Women’s Day
Prisoner 187′s grade school crush
Quinn, New and abused inmate #470-18
Prisoner 118 and the hell of the punishment hole
Inmate #13, The cleaning slave
Another Day in Slave 813′s Life
Prisoner 718, The Paperwork Problem
Prisoner 113, Trapped in Stocks
Prisoner 381
Bethany, torture of an Innocent
Slave 7141 meets the new recruit
When a seat is not a seat
On The Wall, A new one suffers
***Daddy’s, Little’s, and Daughter’s needing attention
NEW Chelsea put in the corner
NEW Kailyn’s Halloween Treats
Princess K (bunbun) gets paddled
Pet Appreciation Night, with Mary & Riley
Master’s House, Master’s Rules both mom and daughter
Samantha, Eager to Please Daddy
Nadia gets to choose
Pheobe’s night with her toys
Emily gets prepared for Church
Her Daddy said it was Pet Day
A Little’s, Little Shorts Problem
Kinky Little Bernadette gets to choose
Sarah’s breathless afternoon with Daddy
Young Lily’s Anal Predicament
Haley’s To Do List
Little Roped Up Natalie
Callie’s Shocking Discovery
A Proper Father’s Day Gift
Kendra’s Hot Afternoon*Repost
Allie, Well deserved punishment
She waits obediently
Cuffed in the corner
Her Diary comes to life
Holly’s forced oral training time
Up in the attic, she waits
Posture Training for a young one
Tears and semen, while hogtied
Helping out with the blog
Penny’s Big Night…She wins in ropes
The Fun Seat
The Cabinet, Tiffany’s Punishment
Brigette’s rope bound afternoon
***Curvy Girls and MILFS, Suffering in Bondage
NEW A newly minted slave cow earns her keep
NEW Kidnapped MILF’s story in numbers
Another Fat one sold by the pound
Welcoming them to The Club
The Plump slave in Pen#4
Serenity, A Desperate Fuck Doll
Audrey and the Maestro
Audrey and the Maestro Part 2
Lori, longterm punishment at the post
Roxie, Learning her place
Of Mousetraps and Men
Megan, The Doggie Treatment
Isabella, Punishment for Sloppy BJ’s
A hard working Mother’s release
Nigella, up next for sale
Fat Slave 57D, A Helen Hardstone owned slave
Carol, begging to be sold
Deborah’s self bondage mistake
***Caged Slave Girls
NEW Bailey Kidnapped, sold and shipped
Dani, Letting her choose
The Delivery
***Slave Wives and Bound Girlfriends
The Promotion
A simple task for Paula
Honey’s Shower Time
Date Night, Rape Night
Olivia’s night at the Club
Playing more games with Haley
Haley’s Game, Whose Cock Is It *** A Fav
Her 10th Anniversary
Kira, Waiting for Daddy’s Big Surprise
Brittany and Greg In the woods
Brittany Gets Punished
What a wife needs
Riley and the PEAR
Morgan’s Birthday
Slave wife Nora and the football game
A Husband and Wife, And a quiet night in
Updated Letting her choose at Christmas
A Rope Loving Wife
****Mother Daughter Issues
April saying goodbye.
A captive daughter feeds her mother
Master’s House, Master’s rules mom and daughter
Updated Halloween at Farmer Brown’s
500 lashes for Mommy, or else
The Successful Hunt
A mother finds her missing daughter*repost
Saturday Morning at Master’s House
***Training, and Nasty Brutal Predicaments
NEW Stephanie, Kept bent over and used
NEW Not on pins and needles, stuck with
Evie meets the suffering Anna
Daphane’s pussy problem
Slave Transport Model ST003
They call her ‘Slave Ugly Tits’
Hooded, Belted and Self Impaled
Repost Cuffed in the corner
Time is all she has
Cynthia becomes Cunthia
Abducted to be snuffed
Promises that end with a Chainsaw
Snuffed by the Drop
Gag changing time for Zoe
A pretty Asian Princess
Aiko, Her pain is his pleasure
A young thing choking on the mattress
Nova, Bald and Abused
Oral Training of a Nameless Captive
She`s yours to fuck up, for a price
The Box
Carly, A Hanging Predicament
A leg tied, the other wobbly
Alexa in hard steel bondage*reposted
Kelsey’s sick choice*reposted
20 Questions for his slave
Anna, Getting it in both ends** repost soon
A Slavegirl’s Afternoon..in Hell
Melanie’s Horrific Live Stream
Her new jewelry..It’s a lovely nasty clit ring
She fibbed about her oral abilities
Properly on all fours
The Hopeless Reach
Poor Imogen, Her tits take the brunt
Rachel, A willing and horny subs long night
A Balancing Predicament
Heather’s rather nasty predicament
Heather Part II, Tortured upside down
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Does she look a little distressed lying there, trembling in her snug ropes? Is she wishing she were like the bird in the tree, singing freely on the other side of the window, instead of being firmly tape gagged and stuck tight in rope, waiting to be used by her demented captor on his return?
Or is she happy lying there, captive in tight rope and wondering when her Daddy or Master will return to cuff her from the ceiling or to the wall, so he can use her in any way he likes..which she hopefully will like too?
Some of the stories here are like that, some..are more ..nasty and utterly non-consensual…Hopefully all will entertain you, just like this woman will eventually be doing for the man…or possibly woman, who possess her.
Story Index link here for phone App
And my back up SFW censored archive index here…It’s slowly getting all the same stories uploaded as well, and offers a better way to search for stories than scrolling thru a phone, by using the easily searchable archive…I hope to have all the stories posted in the next week or so..
Plus, look for a bunch of new stories based on follower requests coming soon. There’s been a few and I am far behind…sorry
JB
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Story Index Update, Part II
For January 2022
Chapter and Multi part stories, some willing, some not and some just plain dark and nasty..
Newer posts put up in the last few weeks are labelled NEW
The separate Part I story index for one off stories is linked here..
***Ellie, A pretty coed and secret willing slave
CH1, Ellie and the professor
CH2 Ellie gets punished
CH3 Ellie Sees Double
CH4 Ellie’s New Boss
**The Deviant Helen Hardstone’s Collection
Rainbow, kidnapped and defiled
Another Satisfied Customer
Ed Goes Shopping
Slave 57-D, AKA, Fat Cow
Sold by the pound
Cassy, Entertains the girls
Renting out poor Rashida
Young Lacie forced to please in the club
Helen’s afternoon surprise
***Leon’s captive girls**
Star’s Anal Testing
Story #1- The Run
CH1 Laura Abducted and Abused
CH2 Laura gets ‘Nailed’
CH3 Laura’s ‘Tacky’ time
CH4 Laura’s Miserable Xmas
CH5 New Owners, New Pain for Laura
CH6, More Brutal Tit Torment
CH7 Laura Inspires a Girl, to Run
***Madame Clare’s Obedience School
Francesca’s Flexibility Training
Amelia, depth training
Jessica, spread and wailing
Young Annette’s Stiff Training
**Haley and the upstairs Penthouse neighbor
CH1 Kneel, Mouth, Suck
CH2 Haley’s Roommate gets included
***Riley, A Sub and her Daddy
NEW Riley on vacation at Slave Island
NEW Riley’s vacation Part II
***The Pastor, a Holy Mean Bastard***
CH2 The Pastor’s Newest Charge
CH2 Kat, the abuse of a ‘sinner’
CH1 Kat, forced to her knees
***Bill and Brenda, Happily Married Sadists
CH 1, Purchase of Tracy
CH 2 Tracy’s Oral Training
***Jessica, Taken, Sold, Snuffed***
Jessica CH1 taken
Jessica CH2 Sold
Jessica CH3 Snuffed
***Julia taken and enslaved series
Julia CH1 Abducted
Julia CH2 Auctioned Off
Julia CH3 Tied Tit Torment
Julia CH4 How loud can she scream
***The Asylum, Girl’s being treated properly
CH1, Sabrina CH2, Patient 15
CH3, Poor Becca becomes Patient 16
CH4 Becca’s Suspended Torment
***Raina, A Willing Slave Series
Raina, The Deal
Raina, A Pissy Day
Raina in London Part I
Raina in London Part II, At the Club
Raina, Ballgags and Masks
Raina, Back in the Park
***Lena, NC long term Metal Bondage
Chapter 1 tricked into it?
Chapter 2, chained and suffering
Chapter 3, at the beach house
Chapter 4, in the Pit
Chapter 5, In anal ‘Pear’ hell
**Mikayla, Horrible case of Mistaken Identity
Chapter 1, Kidnapped, it begins
Chapter 2, The gang has some fun
Chapter 3, Auctioned off into sex slavery
Chapter 4, Being put to valuable use
**Mia, Teen enslaved by her Sister and boyfriend
CH1, Earns her sister’s wrath
CH2, Her first weekend being a live sex toy
CH3, Her cousin Abigail joins her unwillingly
CH4-5, The teens get filmed
CH6, The teens suffer together
Mia, Hobbled and Sold
***Nyasia Series***
Nyasia’s First Story
Nyasia, Rough Full Treatment
Nyasia asks & gets ‘Ruined’
Nyasia in her slavegirl’s bedroom
Spreader bar fun
Nyasia’s 23rd Birthday Surprise
Nyasia, Bent over, bound and brutalized
Nyasia’s Bondage Wedding
…Slave to The Stormtroopers
CH 1, Chloe Is Arrested
CH2 Chloe, a forced oral slave
NEW CH3 Chloe, Her horrific interrogation
****Chey Abducted****
CH1 The sordid beginning
CH2 Sitting Pretty
Chey, 6 months, locked away and alone
***Justine kidnapped****
CH1 accepting a ride
CH2 Bought as a sex slave
****The Cheryl Series
CH1 The kidnapping…Day 1
CH2 Day 2, Hooded Deprivation
CH3 Day 13, Some Electro Fun
CH4 It gets even more Strict and Permanent
CH5 Day 31, Nasty Anal Training Begins
CH6 Day 131, Tied Tits & Blowjobs
CH7 Day 160, Left Alone for Days
Cheryl’s Sick Christmas Abuse…
CH8 Day 214, Valentine’s Day
CH9 Day 365, Accepting her Fate
And if you want an easier way to search thru stories, here is a link to my back up blog archive
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Two bumbling bank robbers steal more than just some cash.
The middle-aged assistant bank manager, she becomes their unintended profitable ‘loot’
Arlene, the assistant bank manager of the local Washington Savings and Loan, is hyperventilating under that hood. Her mouth trying to gasp in air. The cloth gag, wrapped horribly tight around the thick light blocking bag that the two brutal men threw over her head, keeps her verbal pleas to nothing but useless groans and moans.
Her arms ache from the ropes they wrapped tight around her wrists. And more deviously and painful, are the wraps they used to squeeze her elbows tight together. Another short length of rope binds her flailing bound ankles back up to those pinching elbow ropes.
The end result, that she lays on her side sobbing and shaking, cruelly hogtied in the back of the non-descript truck. The ache in her arms though no where near what currently hurts her the most though.
Her heaving chest is exposed and suffering the most abuse. Pain and intense agony the only thing Arlene’s full breasts have felt from the moment they ripped wide open her blouse and cut out and disposed of her bra.
She feels him flicking her insidiously attached employee name tag, again, over and over. Flick, flick flick. She groans and sobs into her soaking wet gag as he plays with the cruelly place name tag now stabbed thru the flesh of her sensitive nipple.
She can’t believe this is happening to her. But the unrelenting pain tells her it is all too real. Then a lightening shot of pain suddenly ripping thru her right breast, from her grotesquely pierced nipple tip to the rest of her thrashing body.
The horribly painful vice-grips he has crushed and locked back around her tortured nipple. The tool sending waves of unrelenting pain thru her captive body as some faceless man yanks up on the lockable shiny metal pliers.
“Couldn’t give us the combo, could ya…You fucking silly whore! Jeez for a supposedly smart bitch, being an uppity bank manager and all…You woulda thought giving us the bank’s safe combo would have been better than having your nips and pussy tortured!”
Arlene can’t see, but she catches a whiff of this vile man’s cigarette as he waves it over her head. Then she flails her head about. A scream erupting from her throat as she feels him jab the lit end into the soft flesh of her exposed breast.
“You …. Stupid …Proud….Cunt!” he says, poking her breast with the glowing tip on every word.
Her screams now blasting past her gag and hood, as he reaches up under her short flowered skirt and he grabs the business end of the slot head screw driver wedged up between her bruised thighs.
The handle of the screwdriver embedded deep in a place it shouldn’t be, her violated and throbbing pussy.
He takes a second to admire the tops of her thigh high stockings and the bare flesh just above the top seams. His cock goes even harder in his jeans as he ponders replacing the screwdriver with his actual cock.
“Come on ya dumb whore…You gonna tell us the combo!?”
He jerks the screwdriver around and then pumps it even deeper up into her channel. Her thick bound thighs unable to stop his deviant penetration of her sex. A violation she still can’t fully believe is happening, that she is being raped and tortured with a screwdriver.
She screams into the layers of cloth covering her face and mouth. Even if she could tell him some sort of combination, she would never be able to get the words out of her gagged mouth and anything she would tell them, they wouldn’t believe anyways.
…
Earlier, when the two bank robbers burst into her branch, right after closing, demanding she hand over the hundreds of thousands they mistakenly assumed banks still kept, she pleaded with them, she begged them, trying to make them see that no bank in this modern electronic age keeps more than a few thousand per teller on hand.
And worse, the drop safe which they dreamed held those hundreds of thousands, which in reality held maybe twenty thousand, could not be opened until the following morning, by the bank’s actual manager.
All truths that the two robbers decided not to believe. All truths that led to her being brutally bound and being dragged into the back of their truck. Truths they didn’t believe as they drove her around the city and degraded and defiled her like a captive pain toy.
Their use and abuse of her in the most degrading ways, culminating in them finally pulling over, after hours of driving, and towering over her trembling hogtied body in the back of the disguised moving van.
“Yep bitch, this is when we rape you for real. Seeing how you ain’t giving us anything else to do!”
The robber’s voice gravelly and deep as her head began to flail about and her gagged pleas of “NO..No…No” were muffled by her hood and gag.
She began to flail about even more as she felt her skirt being pushed up over her hips. Her torn panties now in full view as one of the men grabbed the screwdriver. Laughing, he began to pump it in and out of her sore slit, thru the jagged hole in her panty.
“Just a little more of a warmup before we both stick our cocks in your ugly middle aged cunt hole. And while we are at it…Can you scream a little more, ya useless old skank? It really gets my rocks off!”
Pumping the screwdriver violently into Arlene’s raw pussy, he then grabbed the vice grips and began to yank and twist. A sick and sadistic action that both men wouldn’t grow tired of until both had forced themselves between her awkwardly spread thighs, numerous times.
Callously fucking her without mercy while she remained hogtied and screaming herself hoarse under the stifling hood.
….
The truck has stopped again, and Arlene rolls onto her side groaning in excruciating discomfort as she terrifyingly waits for the next unnecessary assault to begin. She can feel the remnants of their last ejaculations leaking out of her ravaged pussy and slicking up the bare skin of her thighs, just above her now ripped stockings.
Every muscle in her body shivers or shakes as she waits for what horror they might inflict on her next. Her useless hands claw at the ankle ropes that just will not give. Her sealed together arms making her shoulders painfully throb and adding to the misery of how captive and defiled she feels for every second of this unending nightmare.
Then Arlene flinches, her whole body stiffening and a new feeling of dread swamping her as she hears a series of new men’s voices.
“So, what did you boys bring us today? Something good and fuckable, I hope?”
She can’t see the men; she can only hear their horrific conversation. The words she keeps hearing, make her more and more panicked and frantic.
“Just a bank manager, or assistant manager, not really sure! But boy, for a middle aged old skank, the bitch is fun to fuck!” says one of the robbers.
Arlene suddenly squeals loudly under her hood as her tormented right tit feels the upward pull of the horrendous vice grips. The locking pliers have been sandwiching her tender nipple for over three hours now. The nub is deep purple, ut still feeling the agony of when callously pulled up on.
Then the pliers release, unlocked from her nipple, which in a split second later, leads Arlene to wail into her gag as the throbbing pain in her name tag pierced tit returns with a vengeance.
“She’s a damn nice screamer too, huh? Even with the gag and hood. And I think she wasn’t that bad looking either. Though we’ve had her hooded for so long, I truthfully can’t remember what the bitch looked like!”
“So why did you bring her here?” she hears another man’s voice ask.
The response of one of the robbers makes Arlene’s pitiful sobs, then grow even louder.
“Well, we sort of tried to get the old skank to find us more money at the bank. But she kept saying this was all there was.”
The robber’s foot then kicked out and poked at the almost empty duffle bag. The few piles of bills in it making him mad all over again.
“But the useless bitch…even after we took some painful liberties with her fine full titties, well the stupid whore, she wouldn’t give us shit! So, we figured we would bring her here. We can vouch for how good a fuck she is, right Jake?”
One robber elbows the other and they both nod. “And we can vouch for that at least three times…and once with a screwdriver too!” adds the other robber.
There’s up roaring laughter amongst the robbers and the other newly arrived men. Laughter which makes Arlene feel even more exposed, more degraded and utterly scared out of her mind.
A fear that is warranted when another deep voice booms aloud.
“Let me see this fuckable old cow!” shouts the voice.
A large stout man, cigar in hand, appears at the back of the truck. He’s known as The Boss, the head of this underworld gang the deals in drugs, contraband, kidnapping and of course white slavery. The selling of young freshly acquired women being one of his most profitable and personally pleasurable pursuits.
He looks into the back of the truck and then orders, “Pull the old skank over closer here to the back. I want to get a good look at her twat and tits!”
Arlene screams into her gag as rough male hands untie the rope around her neck and more hands grab her bound ankles. Then she is yanked chest first along the harsh wood plank floor of the truck. Splinters and dirt grind into her already tormented breasts as she is dragged to the open back end of the truck.
The Boss leans in and clasps his large right hand over her cigarette pock marked breast. He squeezes it as he takes his left hand, and he tugs up on the hem of her once pretty skirt. His thick fingers finding the hole the screwdriver had made in her panties.
The hole that the not so successful robbers used to penetrate Arlene’s sex with their overly excited cocks. A hole the grinning and domineering Boss slides a finger in thru. Pushing his whole hand in between her bruised and clenching thighs with a grunt, so he can penetrate her slit with his wriggling thick digit.
He takes his time plunging his finger into her raw channel and grunting with approval of what he feels, all why he tells her,
“Don’t worry…Arlene, even a well used and full figured MILF like you, can fetch me some good dollars at auction. You still have some worth left in this fuckable plump body!”
His other hand squeezes her tits. That hand enjoying bouncing back and forth between her name tag stabbed nipple and her heavily cigarette burned left one. Then he adds,
“Especially if I advertise you as a former bank manager. Then every man who’s been pissed off by his bank will, I am sure, want to buy you. If not to fuck your old cunt holes plenty, then for nothing else but to use your fat old ass to fuck up and make feel the pain of their rejections! You could make a really fine pain slave for the right pent up sadist!”
He pushes a second finger up inside Arlene’s quaking torso. Her tight clenching slit, pulses around his two fingers, making him groan as he tells her,
“You know Arlene, I could see some sick bastard hanging you up by these full tits and whipping the daylights out of your thick thighs and plump ass as being quite cathartic!”
To say that Arlene now has become a flailing about and screaming mess would be an understatement. The ropes are not giving a fraction of an inch as she screams for mercy into her gag and thrashes her hooded head around.
Her mind screaming out that this can’t be happening. That she is an assistant bank manager, a career woman who expects respect. She isn’t some piece of meat to be sold and abused and she tries to howl out these thoughts as this vile man keeps viciously probing her slit.
Finally, her sobbing and thrashing head stills, but for only a moment. All because the lecherous Boss has grabbed the top of the bag trapping her head. His voice deep, threatening, and also chuckling, as he let’s her know,
“Better get all that thrashing out of the way now bitch, cause in a few moments my boys will have you seriously locked up on your knees and barely able to squirm an inch. And you’ll stay that way…until we sell you in a few weeks… or months…But in the meantime we’ll start using that bank bossy mouth of yours for what the good lord intended every dumb cunt’s mouth be used for…Cock swallowing!”
Then the Boss stands and struts away from the back of the truck. Ordering his henchmen to pay the two befuddled bank robbers more than they got from actually robbing the bank.
A growing look of realization and amazement, on their not too bright faces, as they realized what they had to steal next..or should we say, who they had to ‘steal next’…unsuspecting middle aged women…of course…
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