'How is she, cunt?' Joey asked casually from where he lay on the couch as the naked, chained woman approached, her red striped tits wobbling invitingly and her ass swaying as she'd been told.

'Slutchild's fine sir. She's getting better.' The naked woman bobbed into a curtsy, her web of chains rattling at her throat, ankles and wrists. 'Thankyou for asking.'

'My pleasure,' Joey grinned as he sipped his drink. 'I hope she doesn't take too long to recover from all that whipping and her piss shower. I don't expect slaves to lie around for days after being punished. It was yesterday I punished her so I hope she's up soon. You remember to check she was properly strapped to her bed?'

'Oh yes sir. All straps and chains are secure, as you demand. Oh, and I double locked her room door.'

'If she's not locked down and locked in properly and I check, guess who suffers?'

'I do sir,' said the woman. She paused. 'Um, perhaps you would like to whip me now sir, just in case.' She pushed her well-marked chest forward, wincing as she recalled that morning's harsh beating with a belt. She offered but hoped the man would decline.

He did. 'Thanks bitch, but I'm relaxing right now. Maybe later.' Joey went back to the book he was reading. Something about torture in the old days he had found among the books at Melinda's home.

'Sir,' said the woman, hovering close by. 'May I ask a question?'

Joey sighed and put the book down. 'Y'know, cunt, the thing about not gagging slaves is they keep asking stupid questions. What is it?'

'I know we are your captives and we cannot ask for anything but pain, but may I ask if the slutchild will be punished again like that?'

Joey shook his head. 'You should be clear that there are lots of ways both of you can - and will - be punished. If I want to torture her again, then I will. Or worse, if I feel like it.'

'Yes sir. This slutwhore understands.' She paused, shifting her weight uneasily. 'But I am not sure she can take much more of a beating like the last one.'

'So?' The man shrugged. 'Think I care?'

'No sir. But the next whipping, with your quirt... perhaps it would be better if it was me and not her.'

'In that case, she will be whipped again by me.'

Melinda looked startled. 'That wasn't what I was asking -'

'No, I know what you were asking, whore. But asking me not to do something makes me want to do it more.' Joey went to go back to the book but noticed tears forming in the woman's eyes. He sat up and took a deep breath. 'Listen. I know you still have this mother instinct thing and want to protect the brat. To be honest, I wouldn't expect anything else. That's part of the appeal of making slaves of a mother and daughter. But I've told you, your bondage with her was just little games. Oh, imaginative in some ways, I grant you. But strictly minor league stuff. Kneel down in front of me and let me tell you about who I am and what I do.'

Grateful that the man wasn't angry, the woman dropped to her knees.

'Joey sighed. 'Get up, arrange the chain so it goes under your knees and then kneel again. It will hurt.'

Melinda blinked but did as she was told. He was right: as her weight settled on the chain links under her knees she winced. 'Ah,' she said, trying not to cry out.

She remembered his instructions that if they cried out too much with pain when ungagged they would be gagged and have to do it all over again.

'I want you to listen carefully,' Joey began. 'I am not a bad man but I'm not nice, either. I like hurting women and I love hurting little girls. I've been doing it for years, capturing females and punishing them. At least, until I get tired of them.'

The kneeling woman's pained face took on a different look. Her eyes widened in fear.

'Don't worry, I don't kill them. I know I threatened you and I would if I really had to, but most women like the pain and the humiliation and though they take a little persuading they all do what I want.'

'T-thankyou sir,' said the woman.

'Don't thank me whore. I haven't started with you two yet and there's lots of punishments ahead for you both. In a way that's good news as I don't get tired of you so quickly. Nothing bores me like the same old slut being used the same old way.' He studied the woman, taking in her large, well marked tits and her surprisingly attractive face. He liked the fact she shaved her bush off, so he could see the lips of her cunt. She had, he was also glad to see, remembered to kneel with her legs slightly apart but not sit back on her heels: it might give a better view of her slit but he wanted the weight of her on her knees. He'd told her earlier and she'd remembered. Now they would be really hurting on the chain links.

'So,' he continued. 'What do I do with the ones I'm bored with?' He paused for dramatic effect. 'Well, I sell 'em. I know lots of people who buy well used whores - young and old. Now, what happens to them then I can't say.' He smirked. 'It's nothing to do with me. I just go out and get myself a new one. Or two.'

The woman's face showed she was thinking this over. Then she said: 'If slutchild and this whore were good slaves, would you keep us?'

'I told you. I get bored, eventually.'

'But I could help...' she began, unsure quite how to continue.

'Meaning?'

'I could go and bring more women to you. Children too. People wouldn't be so suspicious if I stopped to help them if their car had broken down. Or I could become their friend and lead them here. Or get a job, working with kids.'

Joey laughed. 'My oh my, a really helpful slave.' He pursed his lips and turned the idea over. 'Maybe,' he said after a minute.

'Sir?'

'Maybe it would work, but I have to be careful. What I do is illegal, so I'm very, very careful. What if you weren't? What if you left some clue, or a trail?'

'Then' said the woman brightly. 'I have to be trained properly and punished so I remember.'

'Okay. I'll think about it. Now get up and go and start making my meal.'

'Sir, may I wait a little longer?'

'What the fuck for?'

'So I may kneel here on my chain and suffer more.'

Joey laughed and agreed. 'But I will whip you for being late with my meal, understood?'

Melinda understood perfectly. She didn't move a muscle, save to weep at the pain in her legs and watch him masturbate over the book on torture. She recognized the place in the book: the page where it told in detail how naked children would be hung upside down over a fire and whipped...

---

'Mom, has he done anything to you.'

Melinda looked down at her daughter where the child lay, strapped to the bed in her room. 'Of course he has. See,' she showed her chest to the immobilized child. 'Marks from this morning and,' she stood and turned to show her big, round ass covered with more recent whip marks, my ass for being late with his meal.'

'No,' said Belinda. 'I mean, you know... fucked you.'

'No,' said the woman, sitting down on the edge of the bed where the child was fastened down. 'He says he doesn't fuck slaves until he's sure.'

'Sure about what?'

'I don't know. I think he means that they're clean. Or they really want it.'

'Do you want it?'

'Course I do, honey. He's hard with us but I like him. He's got a real big cock too, but I guess you've seen that. Anyway, I think he gets off on just playing with it for now. Kinda stroking himself slowly while he watches us. Now be quiet and drink this.' The mother held out a cup with a straw and allowed her heavily secured daughter to raise her head the few inches she could manage and take a drink from it.

'What is that,' grumbled the child, screwing her face up at the taste.

'It's special. The master has this formula for slave drinks, so they're nutritious and well, allows us not to waste time eating food.'

'Does that mean you won't shit on me again?'

Melinda laughed. 'Really, Belinda! That naughty mouth deserves a gag!' Then she fell serious. 'Well, he says I have to have some solids, just in case. So I guess I will.'

The nine-year old looked disappointed. 'It smelt real bad mom. And I stood in it all for ages.'

'Shit happens,' the woman laughed at her joke. 'Here, have some more of this drink and I'll get you gagged again. You have to be up tomorrow and working with me. I think we'll be attached by short chains.'

'Yes mom,' said the child. 'B-but will you take my nipple clamps off?'

Melinda glanced down the naked body of the child, seeing where Belinda's nipples poked through a gap in the leather straps - or should have done had they not been all but hidden by the steel clamps screwed harshly on to her small nubbins. 'Not yet honey. You can't just expect to lie here bound and gagged and not have some pain.'

'But how did he know we had them?'

'Easy,' said the mother, sounding pleased. 'I showed him and said I would put them on you. Now let's have this finished so I can get that big ball gag in your mouth and your neck strap back in place.'

---

The arrangement over the woman's bed was interesting, she had to admit. Lying spread-eagled on the bed with a cushion under her hips to lift them up and make her shaved cunt more accessible, she was able to watch as the Master finished tying her daughter to the board above the bed. Belinda was sobbing with the pain of the bonds - the rope was rough on her still not fully healed body and the knots were tight. The way she was tied, with her arms stretched over the back of the board so the edge of the wood cut into her arms, was especially painful.

More fascinating though was the dildo that had been strapped to Belinda' small hips: it was at least nine inche long and was as thick and veined as the man's own cock. But this was black rubber and looked incongruous springing from the tied child's hips. It glistened with lube oil and Melinda knew exactly what was going to happen.

'Okay, sluts,' said Joey as he stood back.' Here's the deal. The cuntlet here is going to fuck you, mommy. Well, not all her as such as nature gave her a slit and not a proper dick, but I figured this is the next best thing. I'm gonna lower her to you and slide the dong in. Then I'll set her wriggling - and you too - so the prick slides in and out of you, mommy dearest.'

Melinda groaned into her gag. Although it had been quite a while since she had been fucked and had hoped the Master would screw her, she had resigned herself to waiting. After all, the man had been at their house nearly a week and hadn't even touched her cunt. In fact the only physical contact from him was when he grabbed her tits and squeezed or pulled her nipples. No fingering, no sucking, no licking. It was almost as if he didn't really get off on women - only their suffering.

But here was the chance of sex of some kind, even if Melinda never reckoned the drought would end at the end of an artificial cock wielded by her daughter.

The board was being lowered and Belinda drew closer to her spread out mother. Melinda did wonder how the child would get enough movement to penetrate her fully but the Master probably had a plan.

The tip of the rubber cock was introduced into her gaping cunt and the board adjusted so the child was moved forward and the dong rested in to a depth of about two inches - nice enough but static. Melinda tried to wriggle her hips but drew a stern look from the man. Better, she knew, to wait for orders. The helpless Belinda was almost touching her mom - in fact, the child's flat chest could just about brush the tips of the woman's already hard nipples, because although her heavy tits flopped sideways there was still enough firmness to make them lift up enough. Melinda understood even the slightest movement would bring a surge of thrill to herself. Trouble was, tears from the hurt girl were splashing on to the woman, though Melinda accepted it added to the eroticism of the scene.

'Okay, cunts, now for fun,' said Joey having checked the dildo was in the woman. 'The daughter will now screw the mommy,' he announced. 'Maybe not as good as I could but, well, it will have to do for now.'

Melinda felt a surge that maybe he would fuck her one day.

'To get you two going and wriggling, I'm going to beat the soles of your feet.' He held up a small switch and snapped it in the air. 'I figure that will make you both wriggle and move and hey, we have a coupling. Oh, and I don't care how many times you cum mommy, or not at all for that matter.'

Joey moved to the end of the bed where he had easy access to the four female feet: two tied wide apart and two bound tightly together. Three targets that he set into with enthusiasm, lashing and striking each foot or feet with abandon. He could hear the two females shrieking into their gags but more importantly, they were wriggling. The dildo was sliding into Melinda's cunt and she was gasping when not trying to scream. More tears were falling from the child, forming small rivers between the woman's wide-flopped tits. Occasionally, the twisting, squirming child caught one of her mother's hard nipples, especially as Melinda was trying to twist in her bonds to make sure one of them got the thrill of friction. Melinda's hips were bucking up and down in pain and pleasure and had the gag not been there, words like 'fuck me harder, little cunt!' and 'make me cum, you bitch,' would have filled the air.

Joey contented himself with thrashing feet. He could keep this up for an hour, easily, and he'd only pause to spray his cum over the feet of the two bitches.

---

'Mommy looks cute,' said Belinda.

'Not mommy,' admonished the man. 'Mommycunt.'

'Yes sir. Mommycunt looks cute,' said the girl. Then she asked: 'Sir, am I girlcunt?'

'Only if I say so. Now be quiet and watch the movie with me. In fact,' he added, tossing a ball gag towards the child, 'tie that in your foul mouth.'

Belinda picked up the ball gag - nothing spectacular, just an ordinary red rubber Bondakid ball gag - and secured it behind her head as well as her cuffed hands would allow. 'Mnnth,' she said, as if testing it.

Joey ignored her and kept his eyes on the TV screen. On it, a woman with big tits was being punished - a woman with big, pendulous tits tied to a wooden frame. Her chest bags however weren't recognizable as ordinary tits: they had been tied up tightly at the base so they were like purple balloons. These bloated melons were tied to an arrangement of ropes that dragged the breasts sideways, as if threatening to tear them off her chest. It looked painful and clearly was. The woman in the movie, naked of course, was struggling against the titropes and the fact that a man was hanging weights from the punished woman's big, shiny nipple rings while behind her, a young woman in black leather was whipping her back. The poor woman arched forward as if to escape the rain of blows on her back but tied in a spread-eagle fashion to the frame couldn't escape.

A rope was introduced round the woman's neck and pulled sharply upwards. It stretched the woman up on to her toes. She was making choking noises but it was clear she wasn't going to hang. Not when there was more punishment to come.

'Cool,' said the watching child, except her gag swallowed the word.

There was a branding iron, glowing bright red at the heart shaped tip. The stretched, agonized female stared as the man, mouthing fear. The red-hot heart shape was held in front of her terrified face and then pushed on to one of the purple globes. Smoke came up from her chest. The woman screamed and Joey increased his jerking off as he watched the woman writhe in the frame.

He knew what the kid was doing but didn't care. The brat's hands were between her young, naked legs and she was playing with herself too, the short chain on her cuffs tinkling as she rapidly fingered her small, hairless twat. She was moaning into her gag too, as if about to cum.

On the screen the woman fainted. The woman in black cut the rope to her neck so she wouldn't choke. Water was thrown over the slumped figure. A whip was produced for the woman's front and she was lashed across the belly and thighs. Weights clipped to the sobbing, shaking female's cunt swung as she twisted in a futile bid to avoid the whip.

Belinda probably came about the same time as Joey, but her little orgasm was nowhere as spectacular as the fountain of white cum that arced up from the man's thick cock.

---

'You were good,' Joey said to Melinda as she lay on the child's bed in a web of straps. 'Must have hurt.'

Melinda gave a small nod. She was still gagged from her journey back from the movie studio, her chest rising and falling gently, the silver rings through her nipples gleaming. The heart shaped burn on her left breast however was looking angry.

'You were really cool in the movie mom,' beamed the naked child, standing next to the man. 'We watched it lots of times.'

Her mother's eyes flickered a response. She was obviously tired after being trussed up in a small packing case for the two day journey back from LA.

'Your mom's a movie star,' said the man. 'Folk all over the world will pay to see that. Pay good, too.'

'Do we get money for mommycunt being tortured?'

'I do, you and her don't,' said the man. 'Go and get the nipple weights I showed you, cuntlet,' he said to the girl. At once the girl scurried off, her ankle chain rattling as she scampered down the hallway on her errand.

'Guess you need to sleep some,' said the man to the sedated woman. 'But first, your cuntspawn is going to give you a present.' Melinda, eyes closed, nodded once.

Belinda hurried in, holding the dull lead weights. 'Can I put them on her, please sir?'

'Yep,' said the man. 'She won't appreciate them until she's up and about but she has to get used to them.'

The nine-year old busied herself, attaching the first weight to one of her mother's new nipple rings with a small padlock. 'Sir, will I have jewelry like these?'

'One day. If you're good. And if I want your tits hanging down to your belly.'

'Cool.' The first weight was on, hanging to one side and dragging the woman's tortured tit with it. The second one went on, padlock closed, and Belinda stood back admiring her work. From behind the gag in the woman's mouth a faint gurgling gasp could be heard.

'We'll put heavier ones on from time to time,' said the man with a grin. 'If we do it right we'll have her tits hanging down to her cunt.'

The child grinned up at the man as if she'd like to see that too. Then she asked: 'Can I touch her brand?'

'Sure thing, bitchlet,' said the man.

Belinda reached across her mom with her cuffed hands and stroked the burnt flesh, making the secured female twitch. 'You're famous mom. Bustyboobs Savage, that's your star name. I know. I saw it on the titles.'

The man laughed. 'As you can read, we can have a word branded on your shitmom's other tit. Any ideas?'

Belinda looked thoughtful as she stroked the damaged breast. 'Um... how about Punish Me Please?'

'Perfect,' said the man as he picked up the child's gag from the side of the bed. 'Now let's get you flogged kid. I feel the need to hurt you.'

'Yes sir,' said the child, opening her mouth as he held out the new Fulsome gag. The one with metal points on the rubber ball.

---

With her tits chained by the nipple rings to the bench so she couldn't do anything but remain bent over, Melinda had to wait until the dog had finished.

The animal - a big Rottweiler with a massive dick - was rapidly filling the woman with dog cum but wouldn't withdraw until the knot had subsided.

From where she sat, bound to the chair, Belinda looked on amazed at what was happening to her mother.

'It's okay honey, it doesn't hurt,' the bent over woman reassured her daughter. 'Attila's quite good with me.'

The child nodded, unable to speak because of her gag.

'But he does like a lot of fucking,' said Joey standing by the tied child. He looked down at the kid. 'You feeling hot between your legs, watching your cunt of a mother being dog fucked?'

Belinda nodded. Her little legs had been tied apart so she couldn't rub her thighs together and get pleasure. As the man had said, this was a lesson in sex school and you can't go having orgasms at school, right? But the child was wriggling, hoping against hope.

Attila the dog hadn't separated from the female. He was just up on his hind legs, panting. Joey left the child where she sat and walked round to the front of Melinda, squatting down to stare into her face.

'Thankyou sir, for letting the dog fuck me,' she said.

'But?'

'But nothing, sir.'

'No, there's disappointment in your voice. Guess you want me to fuck you, not a dog, right?'

The mother blushed. 'Well, I, uh... I mean, it would nice, sir. I could be chained like this, by my tits.'

The man laughed. 'So you think I should follow a dog in there?'

'What? Oh no sir. I-I didn't m-mean that...' the woman blushed and stammered. 'Um... only that... you didn't have to borrow the dog.'

'But I want you dog fucked, okay?'

'Um, yes sir.' The woman was crestfallen.

Attila the dog disengaged, still panting. Joey could imagine the child could see the dog cum leaking out of her mother's sore cunt, running down her thighs. The dog casually sniffed the woman's abused cunt, as if examining what he had done before wandering off. Joey watched as the dog ambled over towards the horrified child and poked its nose towards the little girl's open cunt. The man smiled as he saw the girl try to struggle back against the chair, as if that would get her far enough away. Melinda followed the man's gaze and gave a gasp. 'Oh sir, is Attila going to fuck her too?'

'Shit no,' laughed the man. 'She's way too young for that. She can wait a few years. Watching her mother being screwed by animals is fine. Lots of different animals I guess. Hell, it'll be like a zoo in here.'

The tit chained woman looked sorrowful but nodded.

The man turned her face back to him. 'But I can use your mouth, slut.' He stood, flipping his hard cock out. Melinda gave a gasp of delight as it pressed up to her face. She needed no orders to open her mouth and let the man's big cock slide in. 'I'm going to fuck right down your throat,' said the man as he pushed forward, deep into her. 'I hope you know how to breathe when there's a dick at the back of your throat, whore.'

The woman wasn't sure, but she soon learned.

The dog, bored with the smell of the child's slit, came back and sniffed again at Melinda's cunt. There was a different smell about it, so the dog licked with its big soft tongue. Melissa moaned with pleasure just as the man came, pumping his cum down the woman's gagging throat.

When he had emptied his balls, the man fastened Attila up by the side of the child and went back to whip the bending woman's butt, just for fun.

The dog watched the silenced child struggle against her ropes in a desperate attempt to get to her own hot little pussy while the tit-chained mommycunt screamed.