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Subject: {ASSM} John Argus - Kidnap Slave (part 2)
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         He left her hanging there for several more hours, her breasts an
agonizing mass of throbbing pain, her mind blasted and dazed. When he
returned she didn't even look up. He gripped her hair and tilted her
head up.
	"Ma...master," she moaned, eyes dull.
	"Do you love me, slut?"
	"Y...yes, maasteer," she moaned.
	He smiled.
	He let her down and she groaned in pain, shaking hands trying to hold
her aching breasts without causing more pain. He produced a knife and
cut her breasts free, and she cried weakly, moaning and sobbing as the
returning blood made them hurt even more.
	"Are you going to be a good girl?" he demanded.
	"Yes, ma..masster," she sobbed. "I'll be good. I'll be good."
	He sat down with a sigh.
	"Come here, slut," he ordered.
	She groaned as she took her hands from her wounded breasts, then
slowly crawled over to him.
	"My feet seem to be a little dirty," he said carelessly. "Clean them
for me.'
	He held one of his bare feet up in front of her face and she slowly
reached out and took it in her hands, then began to lick it, sliding
her tongue up and down the heel, over and in between the toes, and all
over the top and sides.
	He sat there smiling.
	It had been less than twenty-four hours since he'd taken her, and in
that time his deliberate brutality and feigned madness had changed a
bright-eyed, self confident, self-assured young woman into a
whimpering, grovelling animal eager to do his slightest bidding.
	He marvelled sometimes, at how easy it was, at how their minds broke
and splintered under the force of pain and his sneering anger. While a
male would react to screams and blows with anger, a female tended to
cower back. A female's instinctive response was to do whatever was
required to please her attacker and stop him from hurting her.
	It was an instinctive survival mechanism, and it served his purpose
well. The angrier he seemed, the more eager she would be to please
him, to try and make him happy and halt the pain. Pride and dignity
were shredded and vanquished in her desperate desire to please him, to
make him happy with her.
	He did not think she would resist anything now, anything at all.
There was still some treatment required, followed by a few more tests
for her to pass, but after that it would be time for the second phase
of her training. He would start rewarding her with kind words and
treatment. This would be such a shocking change that she would be even
more eager to please, convinced that this was what was making him
"like" her. A single harsh word would send her cowering and
whimpering.
	He watched as the blonde licked at his toes, her eyes beseeching him,
imploring him to like her, doing her best to be appealing, to do what
he wanted, to make him happy. He smiled, and her eyes lit up. She
sucked his big toe, blinking happily at him as she worked her tongue
over it.
	Her tongue was kind of dry, though, but that was part of her
training. She'd had only the one bowl of water in the past twenty-four
hours, and had sweated copiously. She'd had nothing to eat whatever,
and that too had its effect.
	He checked his watch and shrugged. He would give her water, but it
was too late to get her food now. The wife and kids would be home
soon.
He shoved his foot against her face so hard it sent her tumbling end
over end. Then he stood up and walked into the other room. He filled
another bowl for her and brought it back, setting it on the floor.
	"Drink," he ordered.
	She gladly crawled over and began to drink, gulping the bowl dry in
less than a minute.
	"All right slut, over here," he ordered.
	She crawled quickly over to where he stood, eager to please. He
snorted and reached down, grabbing one of her ankles. He lifted it
roughly, jerking her off balance. She gasped as he pulled her leg high
into the air, lifting her off the ground as he got her ankle restraint
up to one of the hanging chains and hooked it there.
	He considered leaving her hanging by one foot, then disregarded the
idea. He pulled up the other ankle and fastened it to another chain a
few feet away. She hung upside down, legs apart, hands touching the
floor. He bent down and pulled her right hand to one side, then
snapped a chain to the restraint and locked it to one of the rings in
the floor. He locked her other wrist to another, so she was, tightly
bound upside down, spread-eagled.
	He rolled over the cart that held the tape recorder and squatted next
to her head. He shoved a ball gag into her mouth and locked it behind
her head, then put a blindfold on her. He snapped the earphones over
her ears, then put a different tape in the recorder and turned it on
to continuous play.
	Lastly he picked up two thick, metallic objects, long, glistening
tubes with wires sticking out of the base, and shoved one down into
her pussy to the hilt, and the other down into her little round anus.
A flick of a switch started them humming and vibrating, as he forced
both in as far as they could go.
	He stripped off his leather gear, then got into a golf shirt and
pants. Then he left, turning out the lights behind. He carefully
closed and locked the soundproof door. He looked around carefully, but
there was no sign in the Rec room to indicated the girl had ever been
there.
	He went upstairs just as the kitchen door opened.
	"Hi, daddy," Holly said.
	"Hello, sweety," he smiled, reaching down and kissing her on the
cheek. "Have a nice day at school?"
	"Are you kidding?" she said, rolling her eyes.
	"School can be fun," he said.
	"Maybe if you're a teacher and get to give all the work to kids," she
said.
	"I don't give that much work out."
	"Well, MY teachers do."
	She tossed her book bag on the table with a sigh, then headed up to
her room. She was only ten, but would be a real beauty one day, he
told himself proudly.
	He started dinner, whistling to himself as he prepared. His son Mark
came home a half hour after his sister, then an hour later his wife
Susan bussed him on the cheek as she came through the door.
	Julian MacDonald had a wonderful life. He had a wonderful, beautiful
wife, two beautiful kids, and a great job, as a psychology teacher at
the University. His house was large and beautiful, and fully paid for,
though few guessed how that had come to be.
	Susan thought he had inherited money from an uncle. Neither she, nor
any of his family or friends dreamed that the big house they'd moved
into some years back had held a bomb shelter which he had carefully
hidden behind a bookcase.
	Certainly none could have imagined the luscious young female flesh he
secreted away there from time to time, young screaming females of
particular physical beauty who would find their minds and spirits
expertly crushed by the good natured professor, their bodies cruelly
and lewdly abused again and again.
	It had started eight years ago, on a trip to the Middle East. There
he had met Abdul Muhhammed, also a psychologist, and the subject of
young western women and their delicate, fragile psyches had come up in
the conversation.
	He had found the idea of breaking, then re-making a mind to be an
intriguing one. The sexual aspect had been somewhat exciting as well,
of course. And then when Abdul had mentioned the fantastic moneys that
would be paid to a discrete man who had a...pliable, submissive young
beauty to sell...well, he had decided to give it a try.
	He had found it a rewarding experience, in every way. The sexual
pleasure he derived was almost secondary to the tremendous ego
gratification he got from blasting their delicate minds away and
making them into the true little sluts that all men fantasised about.
	And then there was the money, of course.
	He had been too kind, too reasonable with the first girls, and it had
taken longer. Now he knew precisely what was required, and allowed no
hint of kindness of sympathy to show as he screamed wild-eyed at them
and sent them squirming and sobbing into cowering, terrified
submission.
	When they were ready he loaded them into a box, drove the box to a
local warehouse, and dropped it off. From there it would be flown, as
diplomatically protected baggage, aboard a private plane to the middle
east, and there the girl would be sold to one of the many wealthy
Arabs oil sheiks who lived in large, secluded, well-protected palaces.
	He didn't consider what he did to be particularly criminal. Oh, it
was true that the girls suffered a little, but just in the first few
days. After that they were generally happy, if only on a simple level.
In fact, he was probably doing them a service.
	He was removing them from a life of boring drudgery, where they'd be
expected to spend decades in some miserable office job, and sending
them where they would be able to lounge around a pool, and have the
freedom to enjoy their sexual desires, instead of repressing them.
	There would be no wants, no worries, no fears...so long as they were
obedient. And he made sure they were that. They would be quite happy
with their new lives.
	Anyway, there were lots of them around. It wasn't like they were an
endangered species.
	As far as he knew the police did not pay any particular attention to
his little business. He always grabbed the girls in different
locations, in different ways and times. He spotted some on busses,
some at malls, some at beaches or pools. He never grabbed anyone from
where he lived, nor, except on one occasion, had he ever taken a girl
from the University.
	There was no pattern to alert the police. The girls were all
beautiful, but some were blonde, some redheads, some brunettes. The
were of various ages, and from various places, taken from a half dozen
different counties in the area.
	He generally took a girl a month, not wanting to be greedy, and not
wanting to take time off from his job. Sara was, to his count, the
ninety ninth girl he'd taken, broken, and sold. Hopefully there would
be a second hundred, and a third, and a fifth. Maybe he could get in a
thousand before he retired.
	No, not likely. Not unless he decided to do it full time. 
	Of course, he could take two at a time. Now there was an idea. Would
they reinforce each other's bravery, or would he be able to play them
off against each other and speed things up? It was an intriguing
notion, one he thought about as he served up dinner to his family.
	Beneath the happy family, in the darkness of the stone room, Sara
groaned low in her throat, eyes glazed behind the blindfold, head
throbbing with the pressure as she hung upside down. Her arms and
legs, all stretched tightly, ached, and were beginning to cramp. Her
back ached too, and she would have given almost anything to be able to
bend over.
	The...things, in her pussy and behind continued to buzz and purr, but
she couldn't guess their purpose. They didn't hurt, and that was all
her mind cared about. She had more than enough other pain to occupy
her miserable thoughts.
	Not that she thought, as such. There was no real thinking going on
behind her eyes, just a glazed, dull acceptance of whatever was
happening.
	The girl's voice continued to speak into her ears, the words much
like before, but with a few new phrases added. "I must be a good
girl," she said. "Master will like me if I'm a good girl. Master will
make me feel good. Master will give me pleasure. I love master. I love
master's cock. I love it when master fucks me."
	She wasn't really listening to it, and paid it very little attention
as the words went on and on and on.
	The evening passed above her. Julian's kids went to bed, for tomorrow
was another school day. He sat up with Susan and watched the news,
then they too went to bed, and he made love to her before they drifted
off into slumber.
	Two stories below them Sara's dazed thoughts caught something new and
unfamiliar, it was...nice.
	She didn't understand it, didn't recognize it, didn't know what it
was or where it came from. Her mind was working only on a very
primitive level, and she wasn't able to actually think and make
decisions, only to respond to stimuli.
	The stimuli was...pleasure, something she could scarcely remember. It
was mildly distracting from the pain that filled her world, though, so
she tried to focus her attentions on it. She welcomed it, and it grew.
She didn't care where or why.
	Her groin seemed to be the source, though there was some pain there
too. The pleasure was growing, though, nudging out the pain, and she
unconsciously tried to reach for her groin. She groaned a little as
the heat and pleasure made her hips roll and grind, then felt a wave
of....something...sweeping through her.
	She shuddered in pleasure and her head jerked spastically as it
washed over her. She groaned in happiness as her body was for a brief
period, free of pain.
	Then the pleasure faded, and the pain returned.
	Julian went to work the next morning, not bothering to check on the
slut in the basement. He taught two classes, and then went home,
knowing he'd have the place to himself.
	He went downstairs and unlocked the secret door, then turned on the
lights and closed it behind him. He looked at the girl hanging there
upside down. She smelled badly, and was a bedraggled, twitching,
sweating, moaning mass of flesh, with little there that could be
called intelligence.
	He wheeled over another cart and picked up an alligator clip from the
top. It was attached to a thick wire, and he carefully eased the
girl's pubic lips open and singled out her clitoris. He clipped the
thing to her clitty, and she jerked and thrashed weakly for a few
seconds before lapsing to soft trembling motions.
	He picked up another clip, then squatted in front of her and slid the
teeth around her right nipple, then let them snap closed. Again she
jerked and spasmed, a small groan escaping her gag. He ignored it,
reaching up for a third clip, which he snapped onto her other nipple.
	He went into the other room and stripped, then put on what he thought
of as his "working" clothes. He returned and walked around the girl,
humming to himself, letting her get used to the tight, sharp aching at
her clit and nipples.
	He turned off the tape and plugged in a microphone, then bent and
pulled the gag out of her mouth. She coughed and gasped for breath as
he played with the machines, setting them properly.
	Then he picked up the microphone.
	"Are you a good girl?"
	She didn't answer, and he turned a switch, sending a sizzling bolt of
electricity into her clitoris.
	She screamed and bucked and jerked helplessly for long seconds, then
he turned the dial down.
	"Answer me, slut. Are you a good girl?"
	"I...I..'m a goooood giiiirl," she moaned.
	"Are you a slut?"
	"Yeesssss, Maaassteer," she groaned.
	He turned the power up to the vibrators, then flicked more switches
to send electricity to her nipples and clitty. It was just the right
amount to make them buzz and tingle pleasantly.
	"Do you love your master?"
	"Yes," she groaned. "I love my master. I love his cock."
	"Do you want to run away from your master?"
	She blinked her eyes in confusion, for this required her to actually
think, not something she was used to doing.
	"Do you want to run away, to escape, to leave your master, to never
see him again..."
	He turned the power up slowly as he spoke, so it went from pleasant
to burning, to aching, to agonizing. She jiggled and shook and gurgled
in the grip of the crackling electricity as he continued to speak into
the microphone.
	"Do you want to go away? Do you want to escape? Do you want to
resist? Do you want to disobey? Do you hate your master? Do you think
you're a human being? Do you..."
	He turned the power down but it took long, long seconds before she
stopped twitching and shaking and gurgling.
	"You love your master. You love his cock. You love being fucked.
You're a cheap, worthless slut. You're only good for fucking and
sucking. You belong to your master. You must never ever disobey. You
are happy to see him. You love him touching you. You want him to fuck
you."
	He slowly turned the power up again. "You hate your master. You want
to escape. You want to disobey! You think you're special! You want to
resist! You..."
	Back and forth it went for the next hour or so. Every time he spoke
of disobeying or resisting or defiance the pain made her shriek and
thrash. Then he would speak of loving her master and obeying him and
the electricity would purr gently.
	He removed the alligator clips, slid the earphones off, pulled out
the electric vibrators, and then cut her down. She lay limp and
semi-conscious, eyes glazed as he looked down at her. He dragged her
into the other room and put her in the tub, then washed her body and
hair.
	He lifted her out and put the restraints back on, then carried her
out into the other room and set her on the floor. He snapped her
wrists together behind her back, then snapped her ankles together. He
set down a large bowl of water and a bowl of dog food, then left,
locking the door behind him.
	He went back to work to teach his afternoon classes. By the time he
got home Susan and the kids were there. He watched TV, ate dinner,
then played a little pool downstairs with his son.
	The next morning after the others had left he went downstairs and
entered the secret room. The blonde lay in the same position he'd left
her on the floor, but the water and food were gone. He smiled in
satisfaction, then went into the other room and filled up the bowls
again.
	The girl was awake when he returned, and looked up at him through
large, anxious eyes.
	"So. Awake at last, hmm?" he smiled. "That's good. I hope you got
plenty of rest."
	He got the leash and snapped it onto her collar, then unclipped her
wrists and ankles and jerked on the leash. "Up," he snapped. "On all
fours, slut."
	She groaned, then pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.
	"Let's go for a walk," he said. 
	He walked around the room as she crawled along next to him.
	"Keep your head and ass up," he snapped.
	They walked around and around, then he halted and removed the leash,
standing back.
	"Tell me what you are?" he said.
	"I-I'm a dirty slut," she said in a flat, dull voice. "I'm a
worthless piece of meat. I'm a cunt hole. I'm a cheap whore. I'm a
filthy scummy fuck machine. I'm a..."
	"Enough," he said. "Sit."
	She paused, as if searching her shattered mind for the memory of what
to do, then her knees collapsed and she sat back on her heels,
spreading her legs and straightening her back.
	"Keep your back straight and knees apart," he nodded. "Now, I'm going
to give you new tricks to do. I'll explain once, and only once. Any
hesitation, any failure to perform properly, and you'll be punished.
Understand?"
	"Yes, master," she said anxiously.
	"Ass up! When I say that you press your face down against the floor,
spread your arms and raise your ass as high as you can, spreading your
legs apart. Understand?"
	"Yes, Master," she said.
	"Ass up!"
	She slid forward, gasping in pain as her breasts were crushed against
the floor, then she raised her bottom and spread her legs.
	"Sit!"
	She pushed herself up and sat back on her heels, carefully spreading
her legs and straightening her back.
	"Kneel!"
	She hesitated briefly, then rose, pushing herself up off her heels
and bringing her knees together.
	"When you do that put your hands behind your back, slut," he said.
	"Yes, Master."
	"Sit."
	She sat back on her heels.
	"Beg! That means beg like a dog. It's the same as kneel except you
bring your hands up and out like a dog's paws."
	"Beg!"
	She knelt, arms up and paws out.
	"Sit!"
	"Lie down! That means lay back with your hands above you and your
legs wide."
	"Lie down!"
	She fell back and spread her legs wide, then raised her hands,
spread-eagling herself.
	"Knees back! That means bend your legs and raise your knees. Pull
them back and spread them wide."
	He put her through various tricks, most of which had no real purpose
other than to degrade her. He had her crawl around some more, roll
over and play dead, beg, then had her whimper like a dog while she
begged. He finished up by sitting down and having her crawl across the
floor on her belly and lick and suck on his toes.
	She showed no emotion the entire time, no hesitation, no
thinking...nothing but complete acceptance of his orders and
authority. He wasn't happy about her lack of emotion, but that could
be changed in the next phase.
	For now she was a perfect little fuck machine, three holes for anyone
who wanted in.
	"Ass up!"
	He dropped to his knees beside the girl and stroked her bottom, then
pressed his cock against her exposed pussy pad. He slowly worked it
down inside and then began fucking her, using her casually as she held
still like a masturbation machine.
	He dropped his semen inside her belly, then slapped her bottom
lightly, got up, and left.
	For the next phase of his training he would begin to treat her with
kindness. First he would show her exactly how he wanted her to behave,
get her to begin acting in the way he wanted, then, as he reinforced
her acting with treats and kindness, she would begin behaving that way
naturally.
	He hoped.
	He certainly didn't want a dull-eyed, apathetic piece of meat. Nobody
would pay much for that.
	Before leaving, he brought in a TV set and a bunch of pornographic
books and magazines. The TV was hooked to a VCR, and the only tapes it
played were porno tapes of happy women in chains being fucked and
reamed, and sucking cocks to the hilt.
	She was lying on the floor as he walked in. She looked up at him
through the same unemotional eyes as she had the day before. He smiled
at her, this time making it a nice smile, a calming, friendly smile.
	"Are you a good girl?" he asked.
	"Yes, Master," she answered automatically.
	"Really?"
	"Yes, Mater," she said, a bit of worry creeping into her voice.
	"Do you think you deserve a treat, then?"
	"I..." She blinked her eyes, trying to think what he wanted her to
say.
	"Here," he said, holding his hand out. 
	There was a bit of chocolate in his palm. She looked at it, then up
at him, then got to her knees and licked it out of his palm. He smiled
and patted her head,
	"Have you been watching the movies I left for you?"
	"Yes, Master," she said.
	"Did you see how the sluts acted? How they groaned and moaned and
begged for more when their masters fucked them?"
	"Yes, Master," she blinked.
	"I want you to do that too. I know it'll take a little time, but I'm
sure you can do it. Let's start by smiling."
	She curved her lips in a sickly attempt at a smile.
	"Not good enough, slut. Now I want you to smile! Come on." He smiled
himself, and she slowly curved her lips again, smiling tentatively.
	"Well, it's a start. Now let me hear you groaning pleasure. OOOoohh!"
he groaned, making a face of pleasure.
	"Ooohhhh!" she groaned weakly.
	"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UHHhnggghh!"
	"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! UNhhghghhhhh!" she imitated.
	"Stand up."
	She stood and he turned and turned on the stereo. He smiled at her
again, and then stepped against her, taking one hand in his, and
putting his arm around her.
	"Let's dance," he said.
	She was completely surprised, and only moved because he moved her.
After some seconds she began to imitate him, though, and after a few
minutes they were dancing with a fair degree of grace. He stopped as
the music ended, and let her go.
	"Very good, slut!" he said, smiling happily. "You're a very good
dancer. Can you dance to faster music? Like rock?"
	She blinked again. "Uhm. I uh...I guess so, Master," she said.
	He turned the stereo to a rock station and nodded at her. "Dance for
me, slut," he said.
	She swallowed uncertainly, then began to sort of sway in place
awkwardly.
	"Pick up your feet. Come on," he said encouragingly. 	"Dance for me!"
	She swayed more energetically, swinging her arms and moving her legs.
He danced himself and she began to dance more freely, smiling a little
as he smiled. When he stopped she stopped, but he motioned for her to
continue.
	She had her eyes almost closed as she danced, tuning into the music
and shaking herself, swinging her arms and rolling her head. He let
her dance through the music, then clapped his hands. "Very good! Very
good!" he said, clapping.
	He went over to her and hugged her, then kissed her on the top of the
head. "For such great dancing you deserve another reward," he said.
	He went over to the far end of the room and took out a key, then
stuck it in a small keyhole just above his head. He twisted it and
pulled, and a section of the wall fell forward. He lowered it to the
floor, and it turned out to be a hideaway bed.
	"How's this?" he smiled. "It will be much more comfortable for
sleeping, don't you think?"
	"Yes, Master," she said, looking at the bed.
	"You're a very pretty little slut, you know. You deserve to sleep on
a nice, comfortable bed, not on the floor. Get in. Get in."
	She climbed into the bed and sat down.
	"Comfy?"
	"Yes, Master."
	"Good. Good. Now, why don't we run through your tricks? Hmm? It'll be
much easier on you to do it in a nice, soft bed than on the cold
floor."
	He had her go through the various positions for the next fifteen
minutes, finishing it off with new ones...namely moaning and groaning
and making faces, all of which she found fairly easy.
	"Okay, slutty girl. Now we'll have you dance for us again. Come on."
He took her hand and pulled her gently out of bed, then kissed her
head and pushed her to the centre of the room. "I want you to move
exactly like I do. Okay?"
	"Yes, Master," she said, her voice a little more alive now than when
he'd first come in.
	He swung his hips slowly as she imitated him. He smiled, and she
smiled, then he smiled seductively, slitting his eyes. He slid his
hands up and down his body slowly, then over his chest. He humped
slowly out at her and she humped back.
	For the next ten minutes he did his best attempt at a bump and grind
routine while the blonde teenager did her best to imitate him. He
complimented her effusively, patting her head and telling her what a
pretty slut she was, then went into the other room and brought out a
full length mirror, which he hung on the wall.
	"You can practice in this so you get it down perfect," he said.
"There's a tape here that you can watch. It's got some really good
whore dances on it. Ahh, here it is. Watch this and dance the way
these girls do."
	"Yes, Master," she said.
	"Do you love your master?"
	"Yes, Master."
	"Good girl," he smiled, stroking her head again. "Now, I think you
deserve another treat. Would you like that?"
	"Yes, master."
	"Good. Good girl. Okay, lay down on the bed."
	She got into the bed and lay down, spreading her legs. He stripped
and got into the bed between her legs, then knelt and stroked his
hands along her thighs.
	"You have really soft skin, baby," he said.
	"Th...thank you, master," she blinked.
	He stroked his hand softly across her pussy mound, then bent forward
and licked his tongue gently along her slit. He ran his tongue up and
down the pussy cleft several times, pushing slowly deeper. Then his
thumbs eased into her, pulling her pussy lips apart and exposing her
soft, pink skin.
	"What a pretty little pussy," he said. "You're such a pretty girl."
	He licked slowly along her pussy meat, then screwed his tongue down
into her pussy and pumped it in and out. He tongued her clitty
repeatedly, lapping gently, then rubbing his wet lips over it. He
sucked it in and blew softly, then sucked again.
	She lay there for a very long time without responding, but he was
patient, and he knew how to lick pussy better than almost any man in
the state. He blew streams of air across her clitty. He rubbed it with
his fingers, he ground and rolled it between them, he licked and
lapped and sucked and tongued it until the blonde slowly began to move
her bottom on the bed.
	He eased a finger slowly down her fuck tunnel and pumped it in and
out as he sucked her clit. Her bottom started to grind and her pussy
jerked helplessly up towards him.
	"Does that feel good, sweety?" he purred.
	"Ye...yes, Master,"she gulped.
	"Good. I want to make you feel good."
	He slurped on her clitty again, then sucked it in and whipped his
tongue across it some more. She gasped and shuddered, groaning as the
pleasure took hold of her.
	"Good girl. Don't worry about anything but the pleasure. I want you
to feel good, baby."
	He opened his mouth wide and vacuum locked it around her pussy meat,
sucking and slurping and chewing and lapping at it as she began to
hump up faster and faster.
	"Ooh! oohhh! Uhhhh!" she gasped, eyes fluttering as she panted for
breath.
	"Sexy girl," he purred. "Hot, sexy little slut."
	He licked faster and harder and she started to groan and moan with
greater emotion. Her head rolled on the pillow and her legs jerked
spastically alongside him. Her chest heaved and her eyes rolled back
in her head as she came.
	Her back arched violently and her head jerked back as he gnawed and
sucked hard on her spasming fuck button. She thrashed and gurgled in
pleasure and lust as he sucked the hot, sparkling pussy cream out of
her pussy opening and gulped it down.
	Then she went limp, panting for breath as she lay there. He crawled
slowly up alongside her, sliding his body half over hers. He kissed
her gently, first on the head, then the forehead, then on the lips, as
his hand stroked her breasts softly.
	"There, there. Wasn't that nice?"
	"Ye...yess, Master," she gasped.
	"That's what you get when you're a good girl," he smiled, kissing
her.
	"Do you love me, slutty girl?"
	"Oh yes, Master," she sighed.
	He decided to give his idea of breaking in two girls at once a try.
It would take a little bit of experimenting to get it right. He wasn't
sure yet whether it would be best to get two girls at the same time,
or get one first, break her, then get the other girl and use the first
to help break her.
	If he decided that was the way to it would probably be a good idea to
start right now. After all, the blonde slut was almost completely
ready. It was too late for some new girl to come in and do much damage
to what he'd done there.
	And, he was forced to admit, two girls offered some interesting
possibilities. He wouldn't mind watching a little lesbian show now and
then. For that matter, maybe he could use the blonde to do most of his
work. Would she be capable of whipping a new girl, of beating her and
maybe raping her with a dildo?
	It would be fun to see anyway.
	He went downstairs a couple of days later and found her lying on the
bed.
	"Good morning, Master!" she said, jumping out of bed and crawling
over to him. She licked at his shoes as he stood there, and he leaned
over and patted her head.
	"How are you feeling, slut?"
	"Good, Master."
	"Do you love me, slut?"
	"Oh yes, master!"
	"Stand up."
	He drew her to her feet, then slid his arms around her. She hugged
him as well, eagerly tilting her head back to bring her lips against
his. Her tongue pushed against his as she ground her pelvis against
him, and his hands slid down onto her bottom, squeezing and kneading
the tender flesh there as they kissed.
	He pulled back and smiled. "What are you made for, slut?"
	"Fuck and sucking, Master!" she said eagerly.
	"And you love to do both."
	"Yes, Master!" she cried.
	"Suck my cock, baby."
	She dropped to her knees and her hands went to his pants, quickly
undoing them and sliding them down. Her lips slid over his cockhead
and she sucked it and the shaft into her mouth as she stroked and
squeezed his balls.
	She sucked eagerly and happily while he ran his fingers through her
soft blonde hair. He looked down tolerantly, letting her bring his
cock to life and then sighing in pleasure as she bobbed her lips up
and down the full length, easily taking the whole thing down her
throat.
	"Ahhhhh, ass up," he said.
	She pulled off, spun around, and dropped her face and chest to the
floor, throwing her bottom up and out.
	"How do you want it, slut?" he grinned.
	"I love your cock, master," she groaned. "Fuck me hard!"
	"I love your pretty round ass, baby!"
	"Fuck me in the ass, master! I love being fucked in the ass!"
	"Well then, I think that's just what I'll do."
	He dropped to his knees and pressed his spit-wet cockhead against her
wrinkled little anal opening, then slowly sank it into her. Sara
groaned happily. She reached back and gripped her buttocks, prying
them wide as he sank his tool down into her butt.
	"Nothing like a good butt-fuck to show a girl what a cheap whore she
is," he said.
	"Yes, master! I love a good butt-fuck!" she said.
	He drove his cock in to the balls, then ground it around inside her
as he caressed her softly contoured buttocks, then began to pump,
moving slowly, but working up to speed as her rectum adjusted to his
pumping cock.
	"What a tight, round little ass you have," he groaned.
	"My ass loves your cock, Master," she groaned. "Rape my asshole! Fuck
it hard and deep! Ream me out, Master!"
	"I will, slut," he grunted, fucking faster.
	"Oohhh! Oohhhh! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! OOohhhh!"
	He rodded his cock in faster and faster, pounding it down her rectum
with wild abandon as she moaned and groaned and yelped and panted for
breath.
	"All fours!" he gasped.
	Her hands clawed at the floor, then she pushed herself up onto all
fours and began to ram her hips back onto his pumping prong, grunting
with each impact.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oohh! Yesss! Master! Master!
My ass! Oh, fuck my ass! Ohhhh!"
	He skewered her with furious, stabbing thrusts, hammering his hips
against her rutting buttocks as she drove herself back onto his spiked
pole. His hands slid along her sides, then under her, cupping her
swinging, bouncing breasts, digging his hands into the soft flesh as
she yelped in glee and grunted in pleasure.
	He came, groaning in delight as her rectum sucked the juice out of
his balls and threatened to rip his cock right off with it. He groaned
again and collapsed over her, letting the last dregs of his juices
dribble down into her belly as she knelt there.
	"Nice," he panted.
	"I love your cock, Master," she said.
	"I know you do, slut."
	He got up and went into the other room, then pulled an inflatable sex
doll off a shelf. He pumped it up and returned to the other room.
"Look what I have, Sara," he grinned.
	She looked up from the bed in surprise.
	"What's' that, master?"
	"It's something for you to practice on."
	He hung the doll from the wrists, then tied the ankles down and apart
to the rings in the floor. He picked up the riding crop and motioned
the blonde over. 	She approached worriedly.
	"Here, take this," he said.
	She took it gingerly; looking at it like it was a poisonous snake.
	"Now, I want you to whip this whore here, Sara. Whip her ass. Go on."
	She swung the crop awkwardly and it bounced off the rubber doll's
buttocks.
	"Harder."
	Again she whipped it, then again.
	"Who is that you're whipping?"
	"I...I don't know, master," she gulped.
	"That's a whore, Sara. Tell her what a whore she is."
	"Whore!" Sara shouted, whipping the crop on the doll's ass. "Dirty
slut!" she cried, whipping it down again.
	"That's it. Again! More!"
	"Cheap cunt!" Sara yelled, snapping the crop on the doll's bottom.
	"She's a bad girl, isn't she," Julian smiled.
	"Bad girl!" she shouted. "Bad girl!" she cracked the crop down again
and again.
	"Good. Now come around front and whip her breasts."
	Sara moved gingerly, very much remembering how her own breasts had
been whipped. Even days later they were still kind of sore.
	"Remember, she has to be trained," he said. "She has to learn not to
be a bad girl."
	She nodded and whipped the crop onto the doll's breasts.
	He laughed and watched. He moved up behind her and slid his hand down
her bottom and in between her legs, then fingered her pussy as she
whipped the doll's breasts, then slashed it between the legs.
	"Very good,"he smiled smugly.
	He checked his computer and found where his last dozen girls had been
taken from. He decided the next girl should come from Conora County.
He spent the next several days scouting there, riding the bus lines
used by high school and college kids, touring the malls, and driving
around the local hangouts.
	Finally he settled on a girl with curly brown, shoulder length hair.
He didn't know her name, but she was short, busty, and smiled a lot.
She didn't look any too bright, but who could tell until they talked.
	She lived with a boy a few years older than her, which meant, of
course, that this one was no virgin. Well, that hardly mattered in the
long run. He took her in the garage as she was about to step into her
car, using much the same method he had with Sara. He wanted to spend a
little time alone with her before introducing her and Sara. That meant
he couldn't use drugs this time. Instead he used a stun gun, which had
much the same effect.
	He left her in the van as he went inside and downstairs. Sara greeted
him like a little puppy, and he patted her head, then led her into the
other room. He settled her in a corner chair, then locked her
restraints behind her, put the earphones on, and told her to stay
there until he got her. He turned on the stereo to a fairly loud rock
station, then left her, closing the door behind him.
	He went back upstairs and got the new girl, hefted her over his
shoulders and brought her downstairs. He dropped her on the floor,
then removed the cuffs he had placed on her wrists and ankles and
stepped back.
	She jumped to her feet and backed away from him, terror in her eyes.
	"Hi there," he smiled evilly.
	"Le...leave me alone," she gulped.
	"Why should I?"
	"I...I'll tell the police!"
	"No you won't."
	"I will!"
	"What you'll do is behave yourself."
	She stared at him in fear.
	"If you're a good girl, and obey me I won't have to hurt you," he
said. "otherwise..."
	He walked over to the corner and picked up the riding crop, then
turned to her. She stared at it in fear, then yelped as he swung it
down against the side of the table.
	"This will hurt an awful lot," he growled. "And you'll scream so
loudly you'll hurt your own ears."
	He stepped closer. "But nobody will hear you," he smiled. "Nobody can
hear anything down here."
	"Y...you leave me alone," she whimpered.
	"Obey me!" he snapped, cracking the crop against the table.
	She jumped and whimpered harder.
	"Now. I want you to take off your clothes."
	"Wh...what?" she gulped.
	"Strip!" he screamed, slamming the crop against the table.
	She yelped and jumped back, banging into the wall.
	"Strip now!" 
	Her hands darted to her blouse and her shaking fingers unbuttoned it,
then jerked it off.
	"P...please mister!" she whined, blinking back tears.
	"Strip!" He cracked the crop down again and she screamed, then
started crying.
	She undid her skirt and let it slide down around her ankles, then
stood there cringing in bra and panties as he glared and swung the
crop threateningly.
	"Get your bra off! I want to see those TITS!"
	She sobbed and shakily undid her bra, then lowered it, looking down
at the floor in misery and shame.
	"The panties! Let's see your CUNT!"
	She tried to cover her breasts with her arm as she scooped her
panties down and off. Then she stood there, trying to cover her pussy
and breasts.
	"You whore!"
	"P...P...Pleeeasse!" she sobbed.
	"Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs...SLUT!"
	She sobbed even harder, then did as he ordered as he approached and
stood over her.
	"Filthy piece of fuck meat," he yelled. "A cheap, two-bit whore made
for fucking and sucking! That's what you are, you bitch! You're a
stinking, filthy fucking slut!"
	She shook and trembled and moaned in terror, her tears trickling down
her cheeks as he slid the riding crop over her breasts, then down
between her legs. He sawed it along her pussy lips and laughed in her
face, then reached up and clutched one of her breasts, squeezing
cruelly.
	"You filthy, shitty, slutty, lowlife piece of worm meat!" he snarled.
"You're only good for one thing! Do you know what it is! It's fucking!
That's all. FUCKING! You're a piece of CUNT!"
	She shook, gut wrenching sobs spilling out of her as he snarled and
screamed down into her face.
	"Turn around!"
	She turned and he grabbed her wrists, slamming her hands against the
wall.
	"Push that ass out and spread your legs, you WHORE!!"
	She obeyed, shaking and weeping as he slammed the crop against the
wall.
	"If you move, I'm going to whip your cunt with this. UNDERSTAND!?"
	He went into the other room and got Sara, uncuffing her and removing
the restraints. He pulled down a pair of leather pants and had her
step into them. She did so casually, for she'd worn them on several
other occasions, usually when she whipped the doll or fucked it with
the strap-on dildo he'd given her.
	He took down the stiletto heeled boots and helped her into them, then
helped her put on the leather bustier, a garment that covered hardly
an inch of her breasts, but merely served to shove them up and out
attractively. Finally he put on a pair of elbow length black leather
gloves.
	"Good," he whispered. "There's a new slut out there and you're going
to help me train her."
	"Yes, master," she said, since she could hardly imagine saying
anything else.
	"Don't say anything I don't tell you to, and look nasty. Remember how
to look nasty?"
	She gave him her nasty look and he smiled and kissed her head.
	"Remember, do it right, or I'll think you're a bad girl."
	"Oh I'm not, Master," she said, eyes wide.
	He walked out into the other room, Sara trailing him. She let out a
startled gasp as she saw the other naked girl standing by the wall,
but she never said anything.
	"See this filthy piece of cunt meat here?" he snarled.
	"Y...yes, master," she gulped.
	The girl turned her head and stared in shock and embarrassment at
Sara.
	"We're going to train this good for nothing piece of cunt meat. We're
going to make her a good little slut just like you."
	"Yes, Master," Sara blinked.
	"Turn around, slut," he barked.
	The girl turned slowly, her arms going to her breasts again as she
whimpered and shook.
	"Put your hands behind your head!" he screamed, making the girl and
Sara both yelp. The girl jerked her hands up behind her head
instantly.
	"Sara, get me a pair of wrist restraints."
	"Yes, Master," she said.
	She went to the table and picked up two of them, then hurried back to
him.
	"Put them on this slut here, and buckle them tight."
	Sara swallowed nervously then moved behind the brown haired girl and
buckled the restraints around her wrists.
	Julian tilted the girl's chin up and smiled into her tear-filled
eyes.
	"What's your name, whore?"
	"L...L...Li...Lisa," she sobbed.
	"Lisa. Not much of a name. But then, you're not much of a person.
What do you think of my little slut helper here? Her name is Sara."
	Lisa continued to tremble and shake, sniffling and whimpering
helplessly.
	"I asked you what you thought of her, slut!" he hissed, gripping her
hair and jerking it painfully.
	She cried out in pain. "I...I don't knooooow," she sobbed.
	"Do you think she has nice tits?"
	"I...I don't know."
	"You good for nothing slut," he said in disgust. "You don't know
anything do you? Well I'm going to teach you a lot, me and Sara here.
You're going to learn how to suck cocks and how to eat out pussies.
Will you like that?"
	She sobbed louder not replying.
	He got a ball gag and joined Sara behind the girl, first jamming the
thing into her mouth, then tying the leather strap around behind her
head.
	"This is so your screams don't hurt our ears when we torture you,
Lisa," he said conversationally. "You can scream all you want now.
Just remember, if you become a good, obedient little slut like Sara,
you might be treated a little better.
	"Or maybe not," he sniggered.

\	He pulled Lisa's wrists down behind her back and cuffed the
restraints together, then he turned her around and smiled.
	"Now the first thing we should do, is give you a good and proper
raping. Don't you think?" he smiled. "I want you to kneel down on the
floor, bend over, put your head on the floor, and spread your legs.
Then I'm going to take my dick out and ram it up your fuck hole."
	She stared at him in terror, groaning into the gag."
	"Go on. Do it."
	She whimpered, turning her beseeching eyes on Sara, as if she would
help.
	"Don't bother looking at her. She's got a strap-on dildo and she's
going to rape your asshole after I rape your pussy."
	Lisa's eyes bulged in shocked horror.
	"Go on now, bend over and stick that little ass up for us."
	She trembled and shook, slowly backing away. He laughed and followed
her, then he grabbed her by the hair and swung her around. He forced
the snivelling, yelping girl to the floor, then raised her bottom as
he knelt behind her.
	"There's nothing like a good rape to get a girl used to her new
duties," he said. "Don't worry, slut. You were built for fucking."
	He took out his cock and rubbed it up and down against the shaking
girl's pussy slit, then slowly forced the head inside. He peeled her
pussy lips open with his thumb as he drove his cock deeper and deeper,
grunting with the effort. He slapped her bottom several times, then
thrust forward hard, burying the entire length of his prick in her
heaving belly.
	She sobbed piteously as he ground his hips against her bottom and
stroked her soft flesh, then he began fucking, tearing his rigid
fuck-pole back and forth inside her, raping her pussy open as he dug
his fingers into her hips and jerked her back to meet each thrust.
	"Ahhh, nice pussy," he said. "What a nice little cunt hole you have."
	He hammered his prick into her with furious, brutal strokes, spiking
his cock into her again and again and again as she sobbed and shook
and whined in misery and pain.
	"You bitches all think your pussies are made of gold," he grunted.
"Well they ain't. Neither is the rest of you. You aren't worth shit.
You belong to me now and I can do anything I want with you."
	He rode her long and hard, intent, not on his own pleasure, but in
her misery, on prolonging it and degrading her as much as possible.
	"Stupid whore," he sneered. "Look at her whine from a little fucking.
Wait until we let the dogs fuck her, huh, Sara? Wait until we get all
my friends in here to rape her asshole for her."
	Sara had no idea what he was talking about, but wasn't about to say
anything. She watched the furious raping with some sympathy for the
girl, but also some envy. She had begun to enjoy the fuckings master
had been giving her, and wasn't happy that he was wasting his erection
on a stupid girl who didn't even seem to be enjoying it.
	She watched as he speeded up his strokes, knowing he was about to
come. She felt even more envious, then sighed unhappily as he slowed
and stopped, knowing he had dropped his hot, juicy sperm into the new
girl's pussy, and that his cock would soon get soft.
	He pulled out and stood up, then turned around and kicked Lisa in the
side, throwing her sideways and sending her tumbling across the floor
to land on her back, groaning in pain.
	"Get your strap-on dildo, Sara," he said in a nasty tone of voice.
	She hurried to comply, stripping off her leather pants and then
stepping into the straps and drawing them up to her thighs. She
buckled the top strap around her hips, then turned back to him.
	"Get on this whore and fuck her cunt as fast and as hard as you can."
	"Uhm...uh...yes, master," she gulped.
	She'd only used the strap-on dildo on the sex doll, but it was really
no different to fuck a real slut, she told herself.
	She got down on her knees as the girl groaned and blinked her eyes up
at her. Sara found it hard to look at her and turned her eyes away,
looking at the girl's slit as she held her dildo and pressed it
against the pussy cleft.
	She sank it down into the shaking girl's belly, then lay down atop
her, sliding all ten inches up Lisa's pussy. She felt strange with her
breasts rubbing against the other girl's breasts, but she began to
fuck and grind her hips as she'd been shown before with the sex doll.
	This doll was groaning and grunting and sobbing below her, though,
and Sara was not really enjoying herself as she pumped the dildo
inside her pussy. She didn't like the idea of hurting people, even if
they were bad girls.
	"Okay, now lift her legs up and shove them back against her tits."
	She pushed herself off the girl and got to her knees, reaching down
and gripping her legs. She raised them, shoving them back as she tried
to keep the dildo inside, then leaned forward against them to force
them back. She fucked some more, averting her face from the other
girl's tear stained, wretched eyes.
	"Okay, now take the dildo out...and RAM it up her ASS hole!"
	Lisa mewled in protest at the harsh words, but was hardly in a
position to resist as the blonde slowly pulled the long, thick dildo
out of her pussy and pressed it against her anal opening. She groaned
and cried out in pain and mortification as the dildo slowly drove down
into her rectum, feeling every inch of its progress as it forced its
way deeper and deeper into her guts.
	"Rip her ass hole open!" Julian leered.
	Sara gulped and sank the dildo all the way in to the hilt, then began
to pump her hips, raping Lisa's anus. The girl shook and moaned and
sobbed miserably as Lisa pumped the dildo up her anus, and Sara felt
like sniffling herself.
	"Harder! Harder! Ream out that ass hole. Butt fuck this little bitch
till she bleeds!"
	Both girls winced, and more tears poured down Lisa's cheeks as Sara
fucked harder and faster, pounding the dildo down into her anus with
long, deep, hard strokes, her own round bottom rising and falling like
a blur as her hips smacked against the other girl's.
	"Enough for now," Julian said.
	Sara slid the dildo out of the girl's bottom, throwing her an
apologetic look.
	Julian leaned over and grabbed Lisa by the hair. He yanked her to her
feet and brought her over beneath a set of chains, then unlocked the
snivelling girl's wrist restraints and raised her hands high above
her. He locked them to the chains and stood back
	"Go and get the riding crop, Sara," he said.
	Sara scurried to fetch it, then brought it back to him.
	"Did you see how this bitch disobeyed me when I ordered her to get on
her knees?" he asked.
	"Yes, Master."
	"She has to be punished for that, doesn't she?"
	"Yes, master."
	"You do it."
	She blinked in surprise, then looked at the girl standing there.
	"You've done it before. You can do it to her. Go ahead. I'll tell you
when to stop."
	The only times she'd done it before had been with dolls, and Sara
wasn't at all happy about the idea of doing it to a real person. She
held the crop hesitantly until Julian's snapped command sent her
scurrying around to the girl's rear.
	She stared at Lisa's soft round bottom for long seconds as he glared
at her, then raised the crop and, closing her eyes, swung it down
against them. The crop hit, but without the necessary snap in her
wrist to really make much of an impact.
	Lisa yowled in pain anyway, but it truly wasn't all that much. Sara
swung it again, but was holding it too tightly, and again didn't snap
her wrist as she should have.
	"You call that a beating!?" Julian screamed at her. "Whip that ass
red or I'll hang you up there and remind you how its done!"
	She whimpered in fear, then swung the crop harder, snapping it
properly so it bit deeply into the brunette's buttocks. Lisa screamed
into the gag as an angry red welt appeared across her twin cheeks.
	"Harder! Harder!" He screamed into Sara's ear.
	She swung harder and faster, lashing the crop against Lisa's buttocks
as he snarled and cursed.
	"Whip that ass! Whip it! Show this slut what it feels like! Go on!
Harder! Faster!"
	The blows landed in a flurry, Sara's arm swinging wildly as the crop
lashed and bounced across the softly rounded flesh.
	"Let me show you how it's really done," he snarled at last, taking
the crop away. He turned and slashed the crop across Lisa's back. The
brunette shrieked, her head thrown back, her legs jerking apart as the
long red line burned into her flesh.
	Again he slashed it across her back, then again and again, leaving
criss-crossing welts all over her white skin.
	He halted and dragged the blonde girl around in front, then handed
her the crop again. He moved behind Lisa and put a hand against her
back, forcing her chest out firmly, then he gripped her hair and
forced her head up so she was looking directly at Sara.
	"Now," he smiled. "I want you to whip these fat round breasts here,
Whip them as hard as you can!"
	Lisa moaned in terror, pain and misery, and new tears poured down her
cheeks as she stared at the wide-eyed blonde in front of her.
	Sara swallowed fearfully and stared at the miserable girl, then at
her breasts. She raised the crop slowly, but couldn't bring herself to
use it. She had always been non-violent, and the brutal treatment she
had received over the past days had robbed her of whatever aggression
she had once had.
	"Whip them," he growled. "Whip them hard!"
	"I...I...I can't," she whimpered.
	"You can't!?" he glowered.
	"I...Please, master, can't you do it?" she whimpered.
	"I want to see you do it, slut," he hissed.
	She raised the whip and brought it down against one breast, but very
slowly, not even hard enough to draw a cry of pain.
	"I guess you need more training too," he growled, moving away from
Lisa.
	He jerked the crop out of Sara's hands, then turned and slashed it
across Lisa's left breast. The leather tore deep into the fat, round
mammary, cutting it two and snapping against her ribs beneath before
bouncing back. Lisa howled and shrieked and thrashed in her chains.
	He whipped the other breast then the first, lashing and whipping them
both, then bringing the crop down on her chest, belly and thighs until
her entire body was criss-crossed with welts.
	Then he tossed the crop away and turned to a cowering Sara. "So,
little slut, you haven't learned your lessons yet, hmmm? Well we can
do something about that."
	"I'm sorry, Master," she sniffled.
	"You'll be a lot sorrier."
	He dragged her over to a cupboard and opened it, then withdrew what
looked like a pair of leather mittens, except they had no thumbs. He
shoved her hands into them and then buckled them tight at the wrists,
adding a small padlock so she couldn't remove them even with her
teeth. Then he took out a studded leather belt and slid it around her
waist, buckling it tight.
	He locked her wrist mitties to the sides of the belt, then punched
her in the belly. She gurgled in pain and folded in on herself,
dropping to her knees. He put his foot against her chest and shoved
hard, so she went flying back onto her back on the floor.
	He moved to the other end of the room, picking up the riding crop
along the way.
	"Crawl to me, slut, on your belly," he hissed.
	Grunting in pain, Sara slowly wriggled across the floor to him,
panting and gasping for breath as she made her way over to where he
stood. Without being asked she began to lick and suck on his toes as
he stood over her looking down angrily.
	"Go over there and lick the new slut's toes since you seem to care so
much for her," he sneered.
	She groaned and wriggled back to where Lisa was half standing, half
hanging. The brunette was still sniffling and moaning in pain, eyes
half closed. She opened them and looked down as Sara's pink tongue
lapped over her toes and feet, but she showed no emotion or care.
	"Lick your way up her legs, slut," Julian said, coming up behind her.
"Then suck out that pussy."
	Lisa licked up Lisa's ankles and then over her knees to her thighs.
She pushed herself up, though not without some effort, onto her knees,
and licked up Lisa's thighs to her crotch, then began licking her
pussy mound.
	Lisa looked down and whimpered in misery at this new and disgusting
outrage, but did nothing to resist it as the blonde slid her tongue up
and down her slit, then pushed it inside.
	"Yeah, suck her, bitch," he snarled. He slashed the crop across her
bottom and Sara cried out in pain, then continued licking.
	"Suck it. Suck it!"
	Again he cracked the crop on her bottom, and again she screamed, but
then shoved her mouth into Lisa's snatch and sucked frenziedly.
	"Fucking dyke bitch whore," he sneered. "Filthy fuck rag."
	He gripped her hair and yanked her back so hard she fell heavily on
her back, then brought his knee slamming up into Lisa's moist pussy
pad. The girl bounced in her chains, her eyes bulging as the pain and
nausea blew through her.
	He reached up and unlocked the wrist restraints, throwing her on to
of Sara on the floor, where she lay, moaning weakly.
	He went over to the cupboard and got another pair of mitties, then
replaced the normal restraints on the brunette's wrists with these. He
freed Sara's mittens from their locked position against the belt and
stood back.
	"All right you two sluts," he said. "Let's see you crawl like the
bitch dogs you are!"
	He snapped the riding crop across Lisa's buttocks, then Sara's hip.
"Get on all fours, you sluts!" he screamed.
	The two twisted around onto all fours, Sara whimpering, and Lisa
moaning in pain.
	"Now lets' see you crawl along on your four paws," he sneered. "Move.
Shake those asses!"
	He walked them all around the room, doing wide circles, moving
alongside and cracking the crop down whenever one or another slowed.
	He started putting them through their paces then, using Sara to show
Lisa what he wanted when he gave orders. He soon had them begging,
rolling over, sitting and heeling, grovelling and crawling and
thrusting their bottoms up to be raped.
	He removed Lisa's ball gag and put a collar on her, then dragged both
girls up into his lap as he sat back, letting them both take turns
socking his cock. When he was about to come, he gripped both girls by
their hair, pulled their faces together, then came on their faces,
spurting his wads into their eyes and onto their noses and foreheads
and cheeks.
	He got up and had them crawl after him to the far side of the room,
where an odd looking wooden construction was laying in wait. Basically
it consisted of a sawhorse, with a long, thin strip of spikes running
along its length. The spikes were not sharp enough to cut through
skin, nor did they feel bad against, say, a hand. But put something
very tender and sensitive on them, and force it down with a hundred or
so pounds of weight, and discomfort would quickly give way to agony.
	He dragged Sara up to her feet by the hair, then lifted her and
dropped her down atop the sawhorse. She cried out in pain, and started
to wriggle, then cried out again, finding very quickly that any kind
of movement was not advisable while she sat astride the horse.
	"Oooh! It hurts! It hurts!" she cried. "Please, Master! I'll be good!
I'll be good!"
	"Shut up, slut or I'll gag you."
	He pulled her wrists to the sides again and snapped them there while
she gasped and panted and whimpered in pain, then reached over to a
nearby shelf and pulled down a leather strap. He slid it around her
thighs just below the beam and jerked it in tight, making her cry out
once again.
	He buckled it there, then stood back, sniggering as he saw her
panting desperately, trying to not even breathe. Every movement was
agony as the sharp spikes dug up into her tender pussy. Even without
the spikes her pussy was crushed down against the narrow wooden beam,
every pound of her weight resting atop it.
	He bunched her hair into a tight mass sprouting from the top of her
head and wrapped a thin cord around it, then tugged it up and tied the
cord off to a low hanging chain. Then he knelt, snapping the
restraints on her ankles together.
	"Now you," he said, turning to the busty brunette.
	"P..Please," Lisa whimpered.
	He dragged her to her feet and buckled a belt around her waist before
snapping the mitties to her sides, then lifted her onto the horse
facing Sara. She cried out in pain, more tears spilling free as he
adjusted her so her pussy was right down on the horse, then strapped
her thighs tightly together below the beam. As with Sara, he bunched
her hair up at the top of her head and bound it to a chain above her.
	He snapped clamps onto her nipples and she cried out in pain, tears
spilling more heavily from her swollen eyes. Similar clamps bit into
Sara's nipples, and then chains linked them tautly together. He smiled
as they looked up at him with wide, apprehensive, pain-filled eyes.
	"Now don't move," he said.
	The crop sliced in across Sara's back. She screamed and jerked
helplessly forward on the spikes, then howled in pain and jerked her
pussy back. The crop lashed against her back again, and again she
howled and jerked forward, then back.
	This time not only Sara cried out, so did Lisa. As Sara jerked back
she pulled on the chains biting into her nipples, jerking her pussy
forward on the spikes. Then Lisa jerked her head back in pain, pulling
Sara's breasts, and pussy forward.
	He laughed, then moved behind Lisa. He cracked the crop on her back,
getting the same result, then cracked it again. He moved to the side
and whipped Lisa's right breast. She screamed, jerking back hard,
pulling against Sara's nipples so that they strained, distended, her
breasts pulling out into cones, rocking the other girl forward atop
the small spikes.
	Sara howled in pain, jerking her chest back violently, pulling Lisa
forward.
	"You will learn to obey me, sluts," he said with a grim smile.

	He left them sitting on the sawhorse for several hours while he
watched a baseball game, then finally returned to let them down. Both
were sitting shakily, sobbing and moaning in pain.
	"Masster!" Sara sobbed. "Pleeasse, Maaaster!"
	"Shut up, slut," he said casually.
	"I...i...iiii..itt huuuurrts!" Lisa moaned.
	"Good."
	He undid the straps around their thighs, then removed the chain
holding their collars together. He looked at them for a moment, then
stepped behind Sara and straddled the sawhorse himself. He, of course,
had longer legs, and could stand, so none of his weight came down on
the sawhorse. He gripped her hips tightly, then began to jerk her back
and forth along the sawhorse.
	She howled in pain, screaming and writhing, jerking and thrashing her
head wildly as he pushed and pulled her back and forth along the
spiked surface of the sawhorse. He laughed as her howls rose higher
and higher, then finally dragged her all the way along the horse to
the end and let her fall off onto the floor.
	He looked at Lisa, and she lost control of her bladder, which spilled
out onto the sawhorse. She sobbed in terror as he sniggered and moved
around behind her. He gripped her hips and began to grind her back and
forth along the sawhorse as well, laughing as she screamed and wailed
in agony.
	Then he slid her all the way down to the end so she tumbled off. 
	"What's the matter?" he cooed. "Your little pussies hurt? Maybe you
want someone to kiss them and make them better."
	He kicked Lisa in the bottom, throwing her aside, then reached down
and dragged her around by an ankle, dropping her over Sara, who lay on
her back. He positioned her pussy over Sara's mouth and dragged Lisa's
head by the hair until her face was over Sara's pussy.
	"All right, you filthy dyke sluts. Start eating each other out," he
barked. "Let me see some good licking and sucking."
	He reached down and jammed Lisa's face into Sara's pussy, then got
down beside them to put his face in close.
	"Lick it, slut," he growled. "Lick that pussy. "Give her a good suck
job. You dirty, filthy fucking whore! Go on, lick it, slut! Cheap
tramp!"
	Lisa licked frantically, sucking at Sara's pussy slit as he watched.
He crawled over to the other end of the lewd sixty-nine and cursed at
Sara, making her lick harder and faster on Lisa's slit. He stood up
and kicked Lisa in the side, making her cry out in pain as she was
hurled off the blonde.
	He reached down and grabbed Sara by the hair, dragging the whimpering
girl up to her feet, then pulling her across the room to the table. He
slammed her belly down across the table, then kicked her legs wide
apart. She lay there moaning as he unhooked her mits from the belt at
her side, then lifted them above her and clipped them to a small ring
on the other side of the table.
	Then he went and grabbed Lisa by the hair, pulling her to her feet as
well.
	He dragged the dazed girl back to where Sara was and stood her in
behind the girl. He gripped her hair and jerked her head back
savagely, then put his mouth in close against her ear. "Are you going
to obey me, slut? Are you? Are you going to do what I tell you?"
	"Ye...ye...yess," she said in a choked voice.
	"Yes Master," he hissed.
	"Ye...yes, Master," she sobbed.
	"You know what I want you to do? Huh? Huh? I want you to lift your
right knee up as fast and hard as you can. You got that? You
understand that? Huh?"
	He jerked her head to the side painfully, then reached down and put
his hand on her knee. "This knee," he breathed. "Right here. This
knee. You are going to slam this knee right up here."
	He jerked her face forward and pushed it to within inches of Sara's
pussy mound, then cupped it and squeezed.
	"Right here. Right here? Understand? Huh? Huh?"
	He jerked her head back and she cried out again, sobbing helplessly.
He cupped her knee, slapped it, then cupped Sara's pussy.
	"Do it! Do it! Do it!" He cried, his voice getting louder each time.
	In desperation the frantic girl raised her right leg, jerking her
knee up in the air. He cursed her and twisted her around, shoving her
forward, in behind the moaning blonde. "Now! Now! There!" he snarled.
	Again she jerked her knee up, and it slammed against Sara's pussy.
	Sara gasped and groaned, her bottom jerking up helplessly.
	"Harder! Harder! Again! Again!"
	Again she jerked her knee up, hardly knowing what she was doing,
slamming the bone into the soft, aching flesh.
	"Again! Again! Again!"
	She gasped and panted and moaned in confusion, jerking her knee up
into Sara's pussy again and again and again, harder each time,
grinding and mashing the soft, sensitive flesh under her hard bony
knee.
	Sara's bottom bounced and jerked upwards, each blow knocking her legs
up and out and then dropping her back to the floor. She gurgled and
groaned and choked, her eyes glazed slits as her mouth opened and
closed soundlessly.
	He jerked her back as she raised her knee again, and she almost fell,
off balance. He unlocked her wrists and then removed the mittens from
around her hands. She stared dazedly as he poured lubricating oil over
her hands, then spun her back and shoved her against the blonde.
	He gripped her right hand in his, jerking her fingers out and
pressing them together. He pushed the fingers against Sara's slit and
slowly drove them inside, pumping them in and out until she started
doing it herself.
	"That's it, slut! Pump those fingers! Pump them in and out! Whore! Do
it, whore! Slut! Finger fuck this bitch! Another finger, slut! Three!
Shove three in there, bitch! Three!"
	She whimpered and moaned in terror and pain and confusion, thrusting
three fingers into Sara's fuck tunnel and pumping them in and out.
	"Four! Four! Shove four in there! Four!"
	Sara groaned as four fingers were forced up her burning pussy,
pumping slowly in and out all the way to the knuckles. Her head rolled
slowly on her arms, her eyes closed, her mouth open. She had little
idea what was going on, and cared only about the pain gripping her
body.
	"Faster! Faster, you cunt!" he screamed into Lisa's ear. "Put your
thumb in too. Go on. Press it in! Shove it in!"
	Lisa formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and clenched her
teeth as she slowly worked it into Sara's fuck tunnel. Her pussy lips
strained and stretched as she twisted her hand from side to side, but
they didn't seem to want to go wide enough to allow her entire hand to
pass through.
	Then finally she managed to get the heel of her hand inside. The rest
slid through and the pussy lips closed tautly around her wrist.
	"Deeper! Deeper! Shove your fist up her dirty cunt! Go on! Do it you
stinking bitch!"
	Lisa desperately shoved her hand deeper and deeper, feeling the
tight, warm pussy sheath sliding along her hand as she drove deeper.
Her wrist slid through the blonde's pussy lips and her forearm
followed.
	She paid no attention whatever to the gasps and groans coming from
the girl before her. She hardly even knew it was a girl's pussy she
had shoved her hand into. All she knew was that the horrible man was
screaming demands, and if she didn't obey she would be hurt again.
	She pushed her hand all the way in the bottom, until she could touch
-  something at the end of the tube of flesh that enveloped her hand.
	"Close your fingers into a fist, then shove it in deeper," he
growled.
	She hurried to obey, though it wasn't easy getting each of her
fingers to close. Her hand was wedged in a tight mass of flesh and she
had clawed each finger along the tight, elastic wall before pulling it
in to her palm. Under his continued screaming she managed, though, and
soon had a tight fist inside Sara's belly.
	Then she pushed it deeper, forcing it through the sucking, squeezing
meat until her knuckles ground against that hard something deep in the
pit of the pussy tunnel, that hard, irresistible something that was
Sara's cervix.
	"Pump your fist in and out. Pump it in and out, slut!" he snapped.
	She screamed as the riding crop suddenly bit into her buttocks.
	"Pump it! Pump your fist!" he cried.
	She jerked her fist back and forth as hard as she could, but wasn't
able to pump it very much because it was too tightly encased in hot,
sucking flesh. Again she howled as the crop snapped out and whipped
across her buttocks. She redoubled her efforts, jerking her hand
desperately, ignoring the screams of the blonde as she fought to move
her fist.
	His hand gripped her other hand then and he shoved something into it.
It was the riding crop. He closed her hand around it and then slapped
it lightly against Sara's buttocks again and again.
	"Hit her! Hit her! Hit her ass! Do it! Hit her!" he screamed into her
ear, letting go himself as she continued to hit Sara's round bottom.
	"That's it, slut! Swing your wrist! Snap the crop down hard! Hard!
Snap it! Harder!"
	She whimpered in fear and lashed the now screaming girl's bottom as
she continued to pump her fist in her pussy. She was bent over
herself, of course, and her bottom stuck out invitingly.
	He slid his hand in between her thighs and cupped her pussy,
squeezing it cruelly, then shoved a finger into her anus and pumped it
in and out. He drew his finger out and unzipped his leather pants,
then took out his once again erect cock.
	"I'm gonna fuck your ass!" he hissed at her. "I'm gonna ram my big
cock right up your ass hole, Lisa!"
	He forced the head inside, then gripped her hips and thrust forward. 
	She cried out in pain, but continued to lash the crop down on the
sobbing blonde girl's bottom and back and thighs while her fist jerked
back and forth in her pussy. Shocked, traumatized, frantic, she was
working like a robot set in motion, and would continue until something
stopped her.
	"Ahhh, there you go. This is better than plastic, isn't it, slut?
Your first real cock in the ass. Get used to it. Uhhhggnnn. Good ass
flesh."
	He pumped his cock up her anus with brutal force, completely
unconcerned about the pain he inflicted on her. His hands clawed at
her breasts and mashed them tightly, forcing the fat, soft meat to
ooze out between his groping fingers.
	"Stinking whore," he sneered, thrusting even harder. "Stinking slut,
bitch."
	He poured his semen up her anus and then slowed and stopped. He
panted for breath, then eased out. Lisa continued to whip Sara's
bottom...after a fashion. Her hand and arm were too exhausted to
continue hitting with any strength, and as he watched she dropped the
crop and groaned, leaning over Sara and panting for breath. She was
still pumping her hand, but slowly, that arm worn out as well.
	He slammed his fist into her side and she screamed and fell against
the table, falling to the floor. She didn't quite reach it, and hung
from her wrist, her fist stuck inside Sara's pussy. As he watched it
slowly slid out, forcing her pussy lips wider and wider.
	Then it popped free and the brunette fell to the floor, clutching her
aching side. Sara's pussy hole stayed gaping as the blonde moaned
softly, barely conscious.
	He dragged the brunette into the corner of the room and forced her to
her knees, then placed his flaccid cock in her open mouth. He held it
there for several seconds, until a warm stream of urine shot out the
tip and into her mouth.
	"Swallow it. Swallow. Swallow!" he snarled.
	The dazed girl swallowed automatically, not caring what it was, or
what it tasted like. Urine poured down her throat and into her belly
until he finished.
	"Suck. Suck and lick it," he ordered.
	Again she did as ordered, like a machine, licking and sucking his
cock clean.
	He fastened wrist and ankle restraints on her, then hung her upside
down and spread-eagled from the chains. He attached the earphones,
blindfolded her, and stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, then turned on
the tape machine and left her be.
	He went over to Sara and leaned over the table.
	"And how are we feeling today?" he asked pleasantly.
	"H-H-Huuurt," she whispered.
	"I sure hope you do. Next time I tell you to do something you'll do
it."
	He pulled her off the table and dragged her under a set of chains,
then locked her in them, leaving her hanging by the wrists. He left
and locked the door behind him, figuring another sixteen or eighteen
hours would do them good.
	He wasn't happy with Sara's attitude. He wondered if there was a way
he could make her a totally mindless drone, but also a happy, smiling
one. He didn't want her aggressive, of course, just completely
obedient to his every wish and whim.
	She was good enough to sell, of course, but he took a certain
professional pride in perfection. He didn't want to sell just any old
slut. He wanted to sell an absolutely perfect slut. Maybe he should
grind her mind down again and then try and rebuild it.
	On the other hand, Lisa was certainly coming along well, even faster
than Sara had. She hadn't resisted anything at all. Of course, she
didn't really know what she was doing, there was that.
	He went upstairs and changed into shorts, then went out back and
cleaned the barbeque. He had a dozen people coming over that night for
a party.
	A few hours later the lawn was filled with their friends. A couple of
the women, feminists, started arguing about how sexist society was,
and how women were perceived as mens' playthings.
	Julian had to hide his smile. The women were sitting, as it happened,
right above the underground bomb shelter that now contained two
moaning, naked, young girls who were to be sold as sex slaves.
	He agreed with them completely, of course. It wouldn't have been
politically correct not to. At the same time he wondered why those two
would possibly care. He wouldn't get two cents for either of the ugly
bitches.
	One had brought her daughter, though, and he glanced at her
appraisingly several times. Good product, he thought, knowing at the
same time what heights of fury, of rage, her mother would reach if she
could read his mind.
	In fact, the more he thought about it, the more interesting the idea
was. He didn't know the woman all that well... she was his wife's
friend, after all, and knew her daughter hardly at all. Her
disappearance, in a few days, say, wouldn't be linked to him in any
way. His name would never even come up.
	And after the hot assed little bitch had been properly trained, maybe
he'd have her make a video for mummy, a video where she crawled on her
knees and licked his toes, sucked his cock and begged to be fucked.
Wouldn't mummy like to see that, he grinned?
	Yes, that idea was quite appealing. The girl had a sweet, small,
round face, long, luscious, soft brown hair that tumbled over her
shoulders like silk. She had a long, slender body with good, sold
looking breasts. She'd sell, all right, sell for a good price. Better
yet, she was Jewish. His Arab customers would pay big for that.
	He could have some fun and make an extra profit. As an added bonus,
she'd had her head filled with all that feminist shit, and thought of
herself as an equal. Wouldn't it be fun to make her whine and whimper
about what a cheap whore she was, and how she was built for fucking
and sucking!
	The girls were quiet when he went downstairs the next day. In Lisa's
case, of course, the ball-gag made her silence mandatory. The
disoriented girl had been hanging upside down for something like
twenty hours now, so it was unlikely she'd have anything meaningful to
say in any case.
	He went over to Sara's and gripped her hair, lifting her chin off her
chest.
	"Are we having fun yet?" he asked.
	She blinked her eyes at him dazedly.
	"How do the arms feel?"
	She whimpered and he laughed, letting her head go.
	"Are you sorry for being a bad girl?" he asked.
	"Y...y..yesss," she croaked.
	"That's nice."
	He unclipped her arms and let her tumble to the floor, then stepped
back. She groaned and hugged herself, shaking as the numbness began to
leave her wrists and arms and pain flooded in. He left her for some
minutes while he inspected Lisa, making sure all was right with her,
then returned to find her lying on the floor, groaning weakly.
	"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Sara. I thought you were
going to be a good girl, then you turn out to be a disobedient little
slut."
	He went into the other room and got a bowl of water, then brought it
back to her. He held it under her mouth as she drank desperately,
gulping down the water until there was nothing left.
	"Are you ready to make it up to me?"
	"Ye...ye..yessss. Maaaasster," she groaned.
	"All right then, get some clothes and do a strip tease for me. I want
to make sure you haven't forgotten how it's done."
	"Oh, I remember. I remember!" she panted, stumbling across the room
to where he kept some sexy lingerie and slutty clothes.
	She quickly pulled on a G-string, then fumbled with a garter belt.
She got that on, added a French bra, pulled on stockings, then
shrugged on a tight top and long, slitted skirt.
	He turned on the radio and she began to sway to the music, making her
eyes slits as she slid her hands up and down her body and moaned low
in her throat. She swirled and twirled, humping and jerking in awkward
time to the music, peeling off her top, then her skirt, then
continuing the dance in her underwear.
	She slid the bra off, then tauntingly covered her breasts with her
arms, then her hands before baring them entirely. She cupped and
stroked and squeezed them, then slid her hands up over her head and
shook her breasts at him, eyes bright with desperate passion.
	She turned and shook her bottom at him, then peeled her G-string down
and off, dancing and humping and shaking her bottom back and forth.
	It wasn't bad, he decided. It wasn't great but it would do for a
start. No doubt her new owner would teach her more and give her more
experience. He stood up and moved across the room to check on the
other slut.
	She wasn't doing much, of course. He pulled the blindfold off, and
her eyes fluttered dazedly. He snorted and removed her gag, then
turned off the voltage going to the vibrators and pulled them out. He
turned and went over to Sara, who'd stopped dancing.
	He pulled her over in front of Lisa and handed her the riding crop.
"There's your target," he said, sliding his hand onto Lisa's pussy
mound. "Whip her pussy as hard as you can. Keep doing it until I tell
you to stop."
	Sara whimpered, then raised the crop and brought it down against the
soft, exposed pussy. Lisa groaned and trembled, but was too numbed and
dazed to feel the full force of the pain. Sara sent the crop whistling
down against her pussy again, then again, trying to crack her wrist in
the way he'd shown her when whipping the doll.
	The riding crop lashed into the pussy and made it burn hot and deep,
slowly driving through the mist that had settled around Lisa's mind.
She started to whimper and groan louder, started to jerk under the
impact of the cruel beating.
	She cried out in pain then, began sobbing and moaning and whining,
her body shaking as the crop lashed her pussy mound.
	Sara faltered, whimpering and looking back at him as though he would
tell her to stop. He glared, and she turned and continued to whipping,
though tentatively.
	He cursed and gripped her hair hard, jerking her head back as he tore
the crop out of her hands. "Go behind her, you cheap whore!" he
snarled.
	Whimpering, Sara scuttled around behind the other girl and peered at
him through her legs.
	"Reach down and grip her pussy lips, then pull them open," he
ordered.
	Sara did as she was ordered, gently tugging the moaning, whimpering
girl's fuck lips open to reveal the pink flesh inside.
	"Wider! Wider! Split that bitch's cunt open, whore!"
	Sara pulled wider, though the girl's pussy lips were already hard and
tight. She grunted with effort as she pulled them as far apart as her
strength would permit, feeling some sympathy for the moaning girl.
	Then he brought the riding crop whistling down and slashed it right
into the exposed pink flesh.
	Lisa shrieked in agony, her entire body thrashing and shaking in
wild, maddened pain. Sara yelped at the nearness of the blow to her
fingers and let go of the brunette's pussy lips, jumping back a
little.
	"I didn't tell you to let go, you slut!" he yelled. "Spread the
bitch's lips again! NOW!"
	Sara gulped in fear, then leaned in and pulled Lisa's pussy lips
apart again, straining and stretching the tight, elastic pussy lips
wide, wide open. This time she was ready for the whistling crop, and
only flinched a little as they smacked down into the pussy meat
between her fingers.
	Lisa screamed in agony again, her body shaking and convulsing in pain
as her sensitive pussy flesh was beaten so cruelly. Again the crop
whistled down, again she howled in mindless agony as the pain tore
through her body.
	Again the crop whistled down, and this time caught the edges of
Sara's fingers. She yelped and jerked them back in pain, stuffing them
into her mouth as they throbbed hotly.
	"You stinking whore!" he snarled.
	He came around Lisa and grabbed her by the hair, then dragged her
under another chain. He jerked her hands up high and, ignoring her
whimpers and begging, locked her wrists above her head.
	She sobbed in misery as he moved around behind her and raised the
crop, then screamed as it cut into her round buttocks.
	"I've been too gentle with you, slut," he growled as he slashed the
crop across her back. "I've been too soft, too nice." The crop hissed
through the air and bit her between the shoulder blades. "I should
have beaten you down into the dirt long ago!" The crop lashed across
her back, then her buttocks, then her shoulders.
	She howled in pain, jerking and straining and pulling against the
chains in hopeless agony.
	He came closer and grabbed her hair, jerking her head painfully far
back. "You need to learn real discipline, slut!" he snapped.
	He drew the crop up and then lashed it across her straining breasts,
cutting a line across the perfect white mammaries, a line of fiery
pain that made the blonde scream and jerk agonized response. Again the
crop lashed her breasts, then again, making the soft meat bounce and
shake and jiggle.
	He stepped back then lashed the crop across her belly, then her
thighs, then up higher, across her ribs, then onto her breasts again.
"Dirty stinking whore!" he yelled, cracking the crop against her soft
flesh again and again.
	He walked in circles around her, lashing her sides and hips, her legs
and arms and breasts and back and buttocks. Then he hooked her ankles
high and whipped her pussy until her screams became little more than
grunts and the semi-conscious girl's eyes were closed.

	He turned his attention to the brunette, leaving Sara hanging
senselessly from her wrists. He saw the girl watching him in fear and
smiled. The lesson would have helped her, as well.
	He slowly lowered her to the ground and unlocked her ankles and
wrists. He fetched water for her and waited patiently for her to
overcome her dizziness and nausea. then gulp down the water.
	"Are we learning anything, slut?"
	"Y...yeesss, Ma...masster," she said in a ragged voice.
	"And what is it you're learning, slut?"
	"I-I..must obey you, master."
	"That's right, whore. You must obey my every order, immediately. You
don't need to think about it. You only need to do it at once."
	"Yes, master."
	"How does your pussy feel slut? Was it fun having the vibrator up
your twat all night?"
	"Ye...yes, Master," she said.
	"Good. Let me see you play with yourself. Jerk off for me, slut."
	She stared at him for a second, then looked down at her naked,
battered body. She sat back and began to rub her hands over herself,
squeezing her breasts, then rubbing her fingers against her sore
pussy. He could see her clenching her teeth against the pain, but she
was doing as she'd been ordered.
	He sat back in amusement. He didn't need to punish her more because
she was doing it herself. It must indeed be agony rubbing her fingers
against the swollen pussy meat he'd just beaten.
	"Finger fuck yourself, whore," he called out.
	"Ye..yes, master," she said in a strained and shaken voice. 
	She slowly wriggled her fingers into her pussy opening and pumping
them in and out as she stroked her clitty.
	"More fingers. In fact, shove your whole hand up your cunt."
	She looked up at him in fear.
	"Now!" he glowered.
	"Yes, Master!" she gulped.
	She moaned and winced as she began to work her hand against her pussy
opening. She formed her fingers and thumb into a tight wedge and was
trying to work them into her pussy. It clearly hurt, but she continued
to try, twisting them from side to side, grunting and groaning and
straining as she panted for breath.
	"I have a much bigger hand than you do, slut," he called out. "But I
bet I can get mine in there if you can't push yours inside."
	"I'll do it, Master!" she panted despairingly. "I'll do it!"
	"Then hurry up. I'm tired of waiting!" he growled.
	He watched as her knuckles slowly eased through her taut, straining
pussy lips and the heel of her hand followed. Her face was a mask of
pain and she moaned and whimpered as her pussy burned. Then her hand
passed through her slit and went up into her pussy tunnel, and the
pressure eased as her pussy lips closed around her wrist.
	"That's it, slut," he said approvingly.
	He went over to her and took her legs, which she had drawn up and
back already, bending them further back. He locked each ankle to the
floor above her head, but apart, so her bottom was high in the air and
much of her weight was balanced on her shoulders. Her crotch gaped,
her hand tightly embedded in her sex.
	He gazed down at her arms, in between her spread and gaping thighs.
"I bet your arms are cold," he smiled. "Push your hand deeper into you
twat. Shove it down there to the elbow."
	"I...I...Yes, master," she said dazedly.
	Excellent, he thought. She was going to say she couldn't but had
decided not to. Luckily for her. He knew, having done this sort of
thing for quite some time, that the distance between her knuckles and
her elbow was probably about twelve inches. She could get it up to her
elbow given enough...encouragement.
	She groaned and strained, sliding her hands from side to side,
screwing and jerking it slowly and gently to work it deeper. He saw
her wrist sliding, very slowly, through the girl's pussy lips, and
watched as more and more of it moved inside.
	She gave a gasp, but continued pushing her hand inside, her fear of
angering him outweighing all other considerations. Her forearm slid
slowly into her pussy, making her pussy lips strain wider, increasing
her pain.
	"Go on, bitch. Shove it up to the elbow or I'll shove mine in there
all the way to the fuckin' shoulder," he growled.
	She moaned and whined but continued to slowly force her hand deeper.
	"Tell me when you touch your cervix," he said in amusement.
	A minute later she did, and looked up at him with wide, frightened
eyes.
	"Close your hand into a fist, then shove the fist in deeper," he
said, smiling.
	She groaned, but did as he ordered, slowly closing her fingers one at
a time, pulling them in against her palm, clawing them across the
tightly strained elastic walls of her pussy tunnel until she had
formed a hard, thick ball inside her guts. Then, obeying a primal fear
of him, she slowly screwed it in deeper.
	The pain mounted. The deeper her hand moved the more of her forearm
slid through her pussy lips, and the more of it that went inside the
wider it got. Sweat beaded her forehead and she gnashed her teeth
against the intensity of the agony that was rippling through her. She
felt like she was giving birth, only in reverse.
	Then she felt her elbow against her pussy lips. She let out a
desperate moan of relief, and looked up at him.
	"Naaah, push it in to the shoulder," he said.
	Her eyes widened in horror and he laughed.
	"Okay, okay," he said. "That's deep enough... as long as you push
your other arm up your asshole."
	Her lips quivered and she began to sob. He snorted and went to the
table, coming back with a squeeze bottle of lubricating oil. He shoved
the nozzle into her wrinkled anal opening and squeezed hard, spurting
oil up her rectum. He pulled the nozzle out and squeezed it over her
free hand, soaking it in glistening oil.
	"See how nice I am?" he demanded. "I'm making it easy for you. Now go
ahead and start. First the fingers, then the wrist...go on, do it."
	Again he was pleased when she made no effort to plead with him. She
eased her fingers against her anus and slowly worked one up inside to
the knuckle. It was awkward, what with the position she was in, and
her other arm already in her pussy to the elbow, but she managed to
pump first one, then two, then three fingers in her anus.
	She twisted them around inside herself as she pumped them, then
slowly added a forth, groaning as she strained to open her rectum wide
enough. He sat down and watched in amusement as she strained and
sobbed and moaned in pain, and slowly worked her wedged fingers into
her rectum.
	Her anus strained wide around her knuckles, and her face was a mask
of pain once again, then they slid through and her heel followed. Her
whole hand slid down into her rectum, and the opening closed around
her wrist.
	"There. See. That wasn't hard," he smiled. "Now the rest. Up to the
elbow like your pussy."
	She cried out several times, sobbing and whimpering and groaning as
her wrist slid up into her anus and her forearm followed. Her teeth
clenched and unclenched, gnashed and snapped, her lips drew back into
a snarl of effort, then quivered as she wept. Her eyes closed, then
clenched then widened as her arm slowly moved down into her rectum.
	Until her elbow was against the opening. She stared up at him in
shock and dazed relief.
	"Very good," he smiled. "You look very sweet. We'll have to take a
picture of you like this." So I can send it to your mother."
	He snickered at her expression.
	Lisa proved to be perhaps the most obedient girl he'd ever trained.
She showed little enthusiasm for things, the way Sara could, but she
obeyed his slightest whim without protest, whether that meant shoving
her arms up her belly or crawling on the floor to lick his toes.
	She drank his urine willingly, whether it came from his cock or he
set it out in a bowl for her. She ate dog food, masturbated, crawled
across the floor and "fetched" for him with her teeth, or whipped Sara
with the riding crop.
	She showed none of the reluctance Sara had displayed in that last
instance. When ordered, she would whip the blonde girl mercilessly, on
her back, breasts or pussy. It didn't seem to matter at all to her.
She was given a strap-on dildo and fucked Sara's pussy and rectum with
whatever speed and force he desired.
	Sara soon became frightened to even be around the brunette, which
Julian found amusing, and made use of.
	The two girls were standing naked in front of him, Sara smiling
hopefully, Lisa's face unemotional, as always, when he turned to the
darker girl.
	"See this slut blonde here?" he demanded.
	"Yes, master," she said, eyeing Sara.
	"She has a pretty face, doesn't she?"
	"Yes, master."
	"I don't want you to ever punch her there. You can punch her anywhere
else, but not there. There you can only slap her.
	"Yes, master," she said.
	Sara looked at her nervously.
	"Lisa?"
	"Yes, master."
	"Beat the shit out of this little slut blonde for me."
	"Please, no, master!" Sara whimpered.
	"Yes, Master!" Lisa said.
	She turned and slammed her fist into Sara's belly, making her grunt
and fold over. She grabbed the blonde's hair and threw her back
against the wall, then slammed her knee up into her pussy with brutal
strength.
	Sara's eyes rolled and crossed and her mouth opened and closed in
dazed pain.
	Lisa punched her hard in the right breast, then in the belly, then
drove a roundhouse right fist into her side. Sara cried out and
twisted over, only to get a left in the belly. She fell to her knees
and took a two handed blow to the back of the neck which drove her to
the floor.
	Lisa dragged her up by the hair and sank her fists into the blonde's
breast again and again, then kneed her in the pussy and threw her into
the wall. Sara fell to the floor again and Lisa kicked her in the
side, then in the pussy, then in the ribs, then reached down and
grabbed her hair, dragging her up again.
	Sara flounced helplessly, and as she was on her side Lisa stomped
down on her left breast, crushing it against the floor. Sara howled in
pain and writhed desperately, rolling into the other girl's leg and
pulling her breast free.
	She tried to crawl away but Lisa kicked her directly in the pussy
again, throwing her on the face on the floor. Her eyes dull, vacant,
uncaring, Lisa dropped to her knees, jerked the other girl's leg up
and punched her again and again in the pussy.
	Sara seemed incapable of defending herself as the slightly larger
brunette pounded her fists into her belly and sides, hammered her
knees and feet up into her pussy, and twisted and pulled at her arms
and hair almost at will.
	"Enough," he said. "Make love to her now."
	With barely a pause, like a robot, Lisa pushed the other girl onto
her back and began to kiss her, sliding her hands slowly across the
bruised, red breasts as she brought her lips down on Sara's.
	He shook his head in admiration. This girl would jump off a cliff if
he asked it. He watched as she sucked on Sara's nipples, licked the
tears off her cheeks, then slid down her body and began licking and
sucking on the blonde's pussy.
	He started thinking about keeping Lisa for himself, using her as a
helper to break in new girls. It would save him an awful lot of time
down here if he could get her to do most of the work. Oh, he'd still
come down to dip his wick in the merchandise, but the long, gruelling
sessions of beatings and psychological torture could possibly be
shortened considerably.
	He had Lisa walk the blonde on all fours, then had Lisa deliver the
instructions, to put Sara through her paces, make her crawl, fetch,
beg, sit, lay back, and all the rest. Lisa spoke the words
unemotionally, but Sara whimpered and obeyed.
	All she needed was a little more supervision herself, a little more
discipline... just to be sure.
	He strung her up by either the wrists or ankles every night, making
sure the tape recorder was on continuous play and the earphones were
firmly in place. In the mornings he beat her with straps or the crop,
making her crawl and grovel. Then he would have her do the discipline
on Sara.
	He shaved all Lisa's hair off, not just between her legs but on her
head at all, making her head as smooth as a cue ball. He pierced her
nipples and put gold rings in them, then pierced her pussy and added
another ring. He thought about putting one in her nose too, but didn't
want to mar her appearance.
	He installed a camera in the corner of the roof, and gave Lisa a list
of instructions. She was to put on the studded leather strap-on dildo
and fuck Sara's pussy every hour for five minutes. Then she was to put
on the black strap-on dildo and fuck the blonde in the anus for five
minutes.
	After that she was to make the blonde lick her pussy for at least ten
minutes, and finish up by spanking the girl.
	When he checked the tape the first day he saw that Lisa had obeyed
him to the letter. However, as a few more days passed he noticed the
sessions were growing longer, that she was fucking the girl's pussy
for almost ten minutes, fucking her anus for another ten, and
sometimes making the blonde suck her pussy for almost a half hour
before spanking her.
	She was also making the girl crawl along the floor to her, and lick
her toes and feet. And...from the look on her face, she was clearly
enjoying it, especially when she forced the girl's face between her
legs and was eaten. What appeared to be orgasms shook her every few
minutes.
	He had his girl, all right.
	He went down and fucked Sara a final time, then turned to Lisa. "Take
this slut in the other room. Wash her and do her hair. Brush it out
very nice and thick, then put on her collar and, oh, that leather
corset. After that tie her up with rope and leave her be. I'll be back
for her.
	"Yes, Master."
	Several days with only spankings had made most of the blonde's
bruises and welts disappear, and had certainly disciplined her to
accept orders. She sat meekly in the tub as Lisa soaped her up,
unsurprised when the bald girl's hands lingered on her pussy and
breasts.
	After she was clean Lisa made her eat her out before drying and
brushing her hair. The she tied her wrists together and, uncertain
just how the master wanted the blonde tied, simply tied ropes all
around her, circling her chest and belly and hips with loops.
	When the door opened, Sara was sitting submissively on a chair. Lisa
was lying on the bed reading a porno book. Both looked up as the door
opened, both surprised to hear voices.
	"Why hide a wine cellar with a bookcase?" a woman's voice asked in
surprise.
	"I have some very valuable things in here," they heard the master
say.
	A girl about their own age came though the door, then halted in
shock, her jaw dropping as she saw Sara sitting tied up in the corner,
then the naked, bald Lisa now sitting up on the bed.
	The girl was taller and a little older than the other girls, and
slimmer. Her red hair was long and mostly straight, maybe a little
wavy, and she wore aviator style glasses.
	"What is this?" she gasped.
	Julian slammed the door closed behind her and she turned to stare up
at him in shock.
	"Welcome, my dear. It's time you learned just what you were made
for."
	"You...you let me out of here,' she gulped.
	"Eventually. After you've been trained.
	"T-T-Trained?"
	"That's right...slut."
	"I-I'll tell my mother."
	"She'll never see you again," he smiled. "Except maybe in a video
where you're telling the world what a stinking, filthy whore you are,
how you love to take cocks up your asshole and down your throat, and
how you love your master more than anything else."
	"No!"
	He motioned to Lisa, who got up off the bed and moved over behind the
redhead.
	"Lisa, this is Megan. She's a slut and a whore and she needs to be
beaten."
	Megan turned and stared at the other girl in horror, her eyes
sweeping over the bald head, the naked breasts and pierced nipples.
The shaved crotch, the hard steel shackles on wrists and ankles, the
collar around her neck.
	"Y...You stay away from me," she gulped.
	"Beat the shit out of her," Julian smiled.
	Megan turned and stared at him, then grunted as Lisa's fist slammed
into her belly. The naked girl brought her knee up into Megan's groin,
dazing her and making her cry out in stunned disbelief. Fists pounded
her belly and chest and ribs as she sank to the floor, desperately
trying to cover her face.
	Julian watched in excitement.
	"Get her clothes off, Lisa. Strip her," he called.
	Megan sobbed in fear and horror as the girl ripped her blouse open
and tore it off over her shoulders, then undid her bra and jerked it
free. Humiliation was added to the terror and pain that was blasting
through her shocked system, and she slapped and hit ineffectually at
the determined bald girl.
	Her pants were ripped free, and with them her shoes, then her panties
were pulled off.
	"Bring her here," he ordered, walking to the corner.
	It was something new in his arsenal of pain and psychological shock.
A different kind of horse for the pretty redhead to straddle. This one
was made of a simple iron bar stretched between two metal braces.
Megan struggled weakly, sobbing, as Lisa determinedly dragged her
over.
	He pinned her wrists behind her back and forced them up high, then
took the rope Sara handed him, binding her wrists roughly together,
then throwing the rope over her shoulder and around her throat to tie
them off.
	Then it was up across the iron bar and down. He held her in place as
Lisa drew her ankles up and back behind her and bound them to the bar.
Then Lisa held the girl steady as he drew her long hair up and bound
it in a cord to hold her in place.
	He grinned at her wide, horrified eyes as he snapped the acetylene
torch on and let the flame jet out of the end.
	"Dirty bitch," he said. "You'll be sorry you didn't obey me."
	He swung the torch around, the flame on low, and let it sweep across
her pussy where her soft, podgy lips jammed down around the metal bar.
She howled but the pain was minor. The whiff of singed hair came to
him, however, and then again as he played the flame back again,
burning off her pubic hair.
	"Bad, nasty, disobedient slut," he growled.
	He drew the torch back and narrowed the fire into a white hot dagger,
letting her bulging eyes see it, then moved it closer.
	"No! Please! Please! I'll do anything!"
	"Oh I know."
	He aimed the fiery jet at the front of the metal bar she was sitting
atop, grinning at her. It took her only a few moments to understand,
for her wide eyes to widen still further.
	"P-P-Please!" she sobbed, wriggling atop the bar.
	"Dirty whore."
	He held the fire in place and the tip of the bar began to glow, the
heat flowing up the bar to where she sat, to where her soft, naked
pussy lips were crushed down around the metal. She moaned as the iron
began to rapidly warm, then heat.
	"Please! Please! I'll fuck you! I will!" she cried desperately.
	"Tell me what a whore you are."
	"I'm a filthy whore! I'm a dirty nasty slut!" the girl cried, her
hips moving, wriggling, trying to ease the growing heat between her
legs.
	"Do you like to suck pussy?"
	"Yes! Yes!"
	"You've done it a lot, haven't you?" he asked casually, watching the
iron glow, watching the glow moving backwards.
	"Please!"
	"Have you?"
	"Yes! Yes! I like pussy all the time!"
	"It was your mother who taught you, wasn't it?"
	She gaped at him, then screamed. Her body was streaming sweat now as
the bar she rode grew hotter and hotter.
	"Yes! Yes!"
	"Tell me about the first time your mother raped you with a dildo."
	"Oh God! Oh Please!"
	"Tell me."
	"Yes! She did! She raped me with a dildo. My mother raped me with a
dildo! She rammed it up my pussy and raped me! She does it all the
time! Please! Please don't burn me!"
	Her voice trailed off into sobs as the glowing spread further down
the bar.
	He gripped the bar just between her legs and winced, pulling his hand
back. It was hot! Perhaps not hot enough to burn, not quite but it
soon would be. And it must be awfully damned hot against that soft,
pink flesh.
	"Will you obey me, slut?"
	"Yes! Yes! Anything!"
	He turned off the torch.
	"Put her on her knees, Lisa," he ordered.
	Lisa unbound her and then dragged the sobbing redhead off the horse,
forcing her to her knees, then jammed her face into the floor. Julian
got up and moved behind the sobbing redhead, then dropped his pants
and moved into position behind her.
	"You're going to make a real fine slut, Megan," he smiled.
	He rubbed his cock over her nearly hairless hole, then thrust in,
driving in to the balls as Lisa half sat on the other girl's head and
clung grimly to her arms. Megan howled in misery as he raped her
aching pussy with violent savagery then dropped his load inside her.
	He sighed in pleasure then got off, slapping the miserable girl's
bottom.
	"Okay, Lisa. She's yours," he said. "Rape her pussy and ass, then
make her lick you off. After that string her up and use the crop on
her pussy, ass and tits. I'll be back later.
	"Yes, Master," Lisa said, her voice sounding a little less dead now,
sounding almost..happy as she looked down at the whimpering redhead.
	Julian moved over to the chair where Lisa still sat.
	"Well, baby, it's time for you to go," he smiled. "I've just sold
your pretty pussy and you've got a plane to make."
	"Yes, Master," she gulped.
	He pulled her up by the arm and led her across the room, past where
Lisa was already fucking the sobbing redhead with her dildo, and over
to the door. He unlocked and opened it, then led the girl out.
	Behind them they heard Megan's voice shriek as the dildo thrust up
her anus. Then the door closed.

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