Slaver Training



By Powerone

Copyright  2002-2009


Sara’s face was covered in tears and you could see the pained expression on her face.  She lay hog-tied on the floor of her home.  She had a ring gag in her mouth, keeping it open.  She was still dressed.  Her arms were yanked up high behind her.  Her wrists had been bound tightly, secured with heavy hemp rope.  A spreader bar was attached between her knees, it was over three feet long, keeping her open and spread.  A rope was attached to each ankle, the other end attached to her bound wrists.  The rope had been pulled tight, forcing Sara’s body into a tight bow.  A rope had been wrapped around her neck using a slipknot.  The other end was attached to the spreader bar, it pulled taunt, forcing Sara to keep her head up.  When she tired, her head would fall, the rope would tighten on her neck until she began to gasp for air.  She would be forced to raise her head high again, straining to maintain the position.  Her daughter Becky was facing her, also tied and bound, her breasts and pussy arched up into the air.  She was almost naked, some of her clothes, torn and tattered, hanging from her body.  Tears were running down her face as she strained under the tight bondage.  It was only an hour ago that she and Becky were eating lunch.  It seemed like days.


Michael watched as Sara and Becky squirmed on the floor.  They were his latest victims.  His occupation was a slaver.  While little knew of it or even believed it existed in the United States, it was more common than most believed.  In fact, this was the first week of training for a new slaver, Steve by Michael.  Michael became a slaver almost ten years ago.  He was personally responsible for capturing and training over one hundred slaves.  It takes about four weeks to train a slave once captured.  It is an art.  It was very important for the victim to lose all hope and control over their body as soon as possible after capture.  Tight bondage is imperative as soon as the victim is captured.  Shortly after that, the victim would be repeatedly raped.  Her pussy, mouth and ass would all be raped, often gang raped.  The victim would be forced to feel the helplessness of her situation.  Michael liked to capture mother-daughter combinations.  They bring higher prices and it is easier to control them by playing one against the other.  Each victim would suffer greater pain and indignities to spare the other from the same fate.  Michael also enjoyed forcing the other to see the acts of perversion he would perform on the other, especially when they raped the daughter in front of the mother.


Slavers made a lot of money.  A young slave could be sold for over $200,000 each, a mother-daughter combination could sell for $500,000.  But it was also costly to capture and train a slave.  It required considerable planning of the habits of the victims before the capture.  Once captured, the victims are taken to one of his “holding areas”.  She is trained at this facility during the four-week period.  The victim is than delivered to the client.


Most purchasers of slaves are from outside the United States.  Not all are foreigners, some Americans living outside of the United States do purchase slaves.  It is very costly to get victims outside of the United States and into other countries.  Custom officers are expensive to buy off.  Many of the buyers are Arabs and Japanese businessmen, all very wealthy and powerful.  They like American women.  Slaves are purchased to abuse, both mentally and physically.  They are used for entertainment purposes, often for customers.  They might be used in rape parties, whippings or torture.  They are often sold to become prostitutes when the purchasers get bored and want a new, untouched slave.


For Sara the day had started out uneventful.  Sara is 36 years old, medium length blonde hair (natural), slim waist, firm 36C breasts, large nipples, wide hips and a great ass.  She had been divorced for over 5 years and took care of her body.  She dated occasionally but had been unsuccessful in finding a “good man”.  Her sex life is almost non-existent, with it being over two years since she had slept with a man, though she did enjoy masturbating.  Sara enjoyed sex, oral sex only under protest and had refused the one time her husband had tried to get her to let him fuck her in the ass.


The pride of her life was her daughter, Becky.  Becky had just turned eighteen and graduated from high school.  She was had been accepted to three colleges but had not decided which one to attend.  Becky is a blonde like her mother (also natural).  Her hair is longer, reaching almost half way down her back.  Becky is slimmer than her mother, she has an athletic body.  She has long legs, a firm ass and 36C breasts like her mother, also with large nipples.  While she was not a virgin, having lost her virginity in the back seat of a car over a year ago, her sex life is limited.  She had been fucked about five times, refused oral sex (disgusting) and never even considered anal sex as an option.


It was lunchtime and Sara and Becky had just sat down in the kitchen.  There was a knock on the door.  Sara was expecting her neighbor, Jessica to bring her over some catalogs that Sara wanted to see.  Sara got up and opened the door, not bothering to check to see whom it was.  As the door opened she briefly saw four large men push through the door, two heading for the kitchen, the other two quickly grabbing her and slamming the door shut.  Sara began to scream but a hand over her mouth quickly silenced her.  She heard a muffled scream from the kitchen and she knew Becky was suffering the same fate as she was.


A body behind her held her arms pinned to her side, the large arms tightly around her waist.  Another hand was thrust quickly over her mouth silencing her scream.  She began to hyperventilate, the oxygen cut from her by the hand over her mouth.


“Give me the gag, let’s shut this bitch up,” Sara heard the voice behind her.


She saw a hand move toward her mouth, a large gag in it.  It consisted of a large ring with straps falling from it.  The ring was pushed toward her mouth and fingers under her chin pushed down hard on her neck, forcing her mouth to open.  The ring was quickly forced into her mouth and wedged into her back teeth.  She could feel a mechanism begin to open her jaws wider and wider.  Her jaw began to ache from the strain until it finally stopped, her mouth now a large gaping hole.  The straps were attached around the back of her head and cinched tightly.  Sara’s mouth was now open obscenely wide, drool running down her chin, only muffled noises coming from it.


“We wouldn’t be fucking her mouth for a while, stick a cock gag in it.  Let her get used to having a cock in her throat for a while.”


She saw the hand return with a large object shaped like a penis.  It began to push into her mouth, pushing her tongue out of the way by brute force.  It hit the back of her mouth, just to the entrance of her throat when it stopped.  She felt it being locked onto the ring in her mouth, sealing her mouth shut tight.  She could only breathe through her nose.  Fingers reached for her noise and tightly pinched them.  She began to panic, unable to breathe.


“Now listen, bitch.  If you cooperate, I will let you breathe.  If you struggle, I will wait until you black out and than I will do what I need to do.  Are you going to cooperate?  Groan if you want me to let you breath.”


“GGGGRRR,” moaned Sara through the gag.  She began to feel lightheaded, her body beginning to become limp.  “GGGGRRr,” she moaned again, hoping they would let her breathe.  She began to gag as the object buried in her mouth began to push into her throat as she struggled and moaned.  She tried to relax her throat, allowing the penis gag to sit at the entrance to her throat.


“Yeah, you like that cock in your throat.  As soon as we get you tied up I will push it in a little deeper into your throat.  You’ll have to get used to accepting large cocks in your throat.  Let’s get her bound up.” 


The hand left her mouth and Sara sucked in air through her nose, filling her lungs again.  Her breasts heaved as she continued to fill her lungs.  She began to panic.  Until now, her only concern was survival.  Now she began to worry about what they intended to do to her.  It sounded like that they were going to rape her.  That also meant that they would probably do the same thing to Becky.  She did not know why they were doing this to them.  Would they kill them?  They did not try to hide their identity from her so they were not afraid of her describing them to the authorities.


“Down you go bitch,” hands pushed her down to the floor. 


Her knees hit the floor and a hand pushed her head down, forcing her to lie flat on the floor.  Her arms were pulled behind her back.  She felt a thick, rough rope being bound around her wrists and pulled tight.  She groaned in pain as her fingers began to tingle from the tightness of the rope.  The end of the rope was pulled up high in the air, forcing Sara to arch her back up to stop the pain.  Michael put his foot on Sara’s back, forcing her to the floor, the pain returning to her arms and shoulders.  It felt like he was going break her bones.


“Spread your legs or I will break your arms,” Michael ordered her.  He pulled up on her arms while his foot rested on her back. 


Sara groaned, “AAAGHHHH, MMMMMGGGHHH,” the gag preventing only muffled sounds.  Sara gagged again, the penis gag pushing into her throat from all of her movement.  Her arms were breaking from the strain.  She began to spread her legs, hoping to stop the pain.


“More, cunt, I want them spread wide.  I have a three-foot spreader bar to put between your knees.  I want them spread until they hurt, now move,” Michael jerking her arms up again.


“MMMGGGHH,” Sara groaned again, her legs spreading wider.  She continued to push them open, the pain beginning in her groin from the obscene spread.  She felt a foot edge between her thighs, banging against one thigh, forcing it open wider.  Her thighs ached as her legs were spread.  Sara felt hands touching her knees, the spreader bar attached to her knees by straps.  Her knees were locked into place, unable to bend, her legs spread wide, unable to close and protect herself.


“AAAGGHHH,” Sara moaned in pain as they began to attach ropes to her ankles.  The other end of the rope was pulled toward her bound wrists.  They pulled the rope tighter, bowing her body backwards, her head and feet rising from the floor.


“Steve, if you tie the rope tightly, like this, it has a pulley attached in the center of the rope.  Once secured, you can ratchet the ropes tighter.  Just remember that when you bow the body if you ratchet it too far, you may break some bones or the back.” 


Sara’s body ached from the bondage they were placing her in.  She could hear the noise of the ratchet and each time the pain increased.  Her body felt like it was going to break.  “BBBRR,” again the bow in her body increases.  Her breasts now rose from the floor.  Only her stomach and abdomen were supported.  Her legs and upper body were pulled back.


“The purpose of the bondage is to make the victim feel helpless.  At the same time it is made to inflict the maximum amount of pain.  After a while, the victim will do anything to get out of the ropes.  During the training, the victim will be placed into bondage almost 24 hours a day.  We feed the victims with IV’s.  This makes it less messy, especially when you want to ass fuck the victim.  You do not have to bother with enemas to clean out the victim each time.”  Michael continued to explain the procedures in training a new slave to Steve.


“Just one more thing and we will be ready to go.”  Michael picked up another rope and slipped one end over her head, making a slipknot and attaching it to her neck.  He pulled the rope back and as it tightened, Sara had to pull her head up or the rope would begin to strangle her.  Michael attached it to the spreader bar and tightened it.  Sara groaned through the penis gag.  Michael ratcheted the rope, forcing Sara to raise her head higher or start to choke.  She now had to keep her head up high or begin to suffocate.  “Grab the other end of Sara.  Let’s bring her in the kitchen so she can see what has happened to her daughter.”


Becky had suffered almost the same fate.  She had heard a commotion at the door after her mother went to answer it.  As soon as she stood up, two men burst through the door.  The first one caught her as she stood up and punched her in the stomach.  She fell to the floor, attempting to suck in air.  Hands grabbed her and pulled her to her feet.  She struggled for air, her lungs attempting to suck in the air that was pushed out by the punch. 


“Take your last deep breath, cunt.”  Justin grabbed the wadding he had in his hand.  He pushed his fingers in her mouth.  “Open up, bitch.”  He pulled her mouth open, his fingers pushed in her mouth making her gasp at the way she was being treated.  He began to push the cloth into her mouth, her cheeks beginning to bulge out from the large amount of material being pushed in.


Becky cried out as the rough fingers forced themselves into her mouth.  She felt dry cloth being stuffed in, the material quickly soaking up her saliva, her mouth becoming dry.  She could feel her cheeks begin to expand as the cloth continued to be pushed in her mouth.  “MMMMMDGGGHHHH,” she cried, the cloth now pushing further back into her mouth, heading for her throat.  More cloth was pushed in and she began to wretch as some of the material began to slide into her throat.  She felt tape being wrapped around her mouth, preventing the wadding from coming out.  Her mouth was stuffed, her cheeks bulging, her gag reflexes continuing to choke on the material in the back of her mouth.


“Get used to it bitch, it’s going to be there for a long time.”  Justin pinched her nose tight.  “This is what will happen if you don’t obey.”


Becky’s body began to buck, she was beginning to get lightheaded.  She struggled, her lungs gasping.


“Moan if you are going to obey me, cunt”


“MMMMGGG,” she cried, “MMMMMGGHHH,” please let me breath again she prayed.  She felt the fingers leave her nose and she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose.  Her chest heaved, her lungs beginning to inflate again.


“On your knees,” his hands pushing Becky to the floor.  Her wrists were grabbed and pulled up into the air. 


Becky felt a heavy, rough rope wrapped around her wrists and than pulled tightly.  She groaned in pain as her fingers began to tingle from the tightness of the ropes.  Her arms were pulled up high, forcing her breasts out as her body was pulled taunt.  She felt a hand push out on her right thigh, forcing her to spread her legs open.  A slap this time and a command for more, forcing her to spread open for them.  She felt something placed between her knees.  A strap was attached to each knee and a bar was placed, keeping her knees from moving back together.


“That’s a spreader bar between your legs.  That will keep you open for us.  We will have access to your pussy and asshole and you will not be able to stop us.  Now we need to tighten you up a little, we don’t want you going anywhere,” Justin beginning to pull the rope from her wrists over her head and down toward her ankles.  He tied the rope to her ankles, pulling tightly.


Becky heard a noise and felt the ropes tighten.  Another noise, again tighter.  Her body stretched backwards, her head pulling up, staring toward the ceiling as she was pulled backwards.  Her back felt like it was going to break as she was forced backwards, her breasts now pushed up high, aiming toward the ceiling.


Sara gasped in surprise when she saw her daughter.  She was bound tightly, her back arched, her head pulled back, her breasts thrust out.  Hands were beginning to run over her young body, squeezing her breasts a pained look on her face.  Her mouth was jammed with something, allowing only occasional grunts of pain.  Her cheeks were bulging. 


“Looks like it’s going good, Justin.  I like the way you got her bound, it really accents that young, tight body.  Steve, there are different methods to train a slave, based on age.  Young girls, like Becky do better when humiliated.  Notice the way she squirms as Justin runs his hands over her body.  Even though it is painful for her to move, she does not want to submit.  If you did that to her mother, she would allow it.  He will begin to expose her body, first her tits, than her pussy and ass.  He will not take off all of her clothes, it is much more humiliating to be stripped partially naked.  Before we leave, Justin will masturbate her in front of her mother.  Even though she is bound, he will force her to cum.  As for her mother, older women must be trained differently.  That is why she has the ring gag in her mouth.  Justin is going to fuck her in her mouth.  He has a very long cock, it will fit nice and tight into her throat.  He also has a tendency to shoot large amounts of cum.  She will be forced to swallow it, the penis gag pushing it back down her throat.  By what I understand about Sara, she does not like oral sex.  That is why we are going to do it, especially in front of her daughter.  Older women are better as pain slaves.  They are good for whippings and torture.”


  Becky’s body ached all over.  She was bound and stretched backward.  One of the men was running his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts.  She squirmed, trying to avoid the brutal hands as they pinched and pulled on her breasts.  She could only make muffled noises, the padding in her mouth preventing all noise.  Every time she moved the pain rushed into her arms and legs.  She felt her blouse pulled, the buttons popping out onto the floor.  She felt the cool air on her stomach, she knew they could see her bra.  The bondage prevented her from seeing what they were doing to her, she could only see her captors staring down at her.  She knew her mother was brought in and placed near her.  A hand moved under her bra and pulled it up, her breasts pulled free, the cool air making her nipples hard and erect. 


“MMMGGHHH,” she cried in the gag as rough hands grabbed her naked nipples and began to pull and twist them.  “MMMGGHH, GGRRR,” her body trying to twist away but only incited new pain in her bound body.  She felt her nipples pulled from her body, stretched out, the fingers twisting them.


“Nice tits and nips on this bitch,” Justin’s fingers molesting her body.  He moved his hand down her stomach, unsnapping her shorts, the zipper pulled down and yanked them down until they would go no further because of her spread legs.  “RRRRIIIPPP,” the shorts fell to the floor, a pile of rags.


Becky squirmed in the ropes as hands moved down over her panty-clad abdomen, running over her body, toward her pussy.  The large hand grasped her pussy and squeezed it tightly.  She felt a finger push forcefully between her pussy lips, pushing her panties into her pussy.  “AAGGGHH,” she cried, the finger moving up and down her pussy slit, her wetness soaking her panties.


“The cunt’s getting off on this, her panties are soaked,” Justin yelled out to the others.  His fingers grabbed her pussy again, squeezing even harder.


Becky felt humiliated, she was being sexually abused and stripped and she was getting wet.  She could not see her mother’s face, but she knew that she was watching her humiliation.  She heard the tear of her panties, her pussy now naked.  The hands reached out again, this time running over her naked abdomen.  One hand reached lower, lightly grazing over her sparse pussy hair.  Becky felt a finger reach out and split her pussy lips apart and slide along her wet pussy slit.  She could feel it slide all the way down, almost to her anus before moving back up again.  She shivered in fear as the finger began to masturbate her.  Becky felt her pussy get wetter as the finger pushed her pussy juice along her slit.  Two fingers now moved down her slit, spreading her pussy lips even further apart.  They reached down to her pussy and one finger began to enter her tight pussy.  “MMMGGG,” she moaned in her gagged mouth.  The tight bondage did not allow her to move away from the finger and it slowly and forcefully entered her pussy, now hot and wet.  “AAAGGGHH,  MMMGGGGHHH,” the finger now pushed into her tight pussy up to the second knuckle.  Becky’s pussy was very small and tight.  She had only been fucked five times and her boyfriends cock was very small.  She could feel it pull out and than push back in, this time going deeper.


“This bitch has a real tight pussy.  She hasn’t been used much.  She should bring a pretty penny,” Justin continuing to run his finger in her tight pussy.  “I can’t wait until I get my cock in this bitch and ride her for a while.  I’ll loosen her up real quick.”  He pulled his finger from her pussy, it felt like it was trying to grip them as he pulled out.  He pushed back in, this time two fingers spreading her open.  He could hear her moan in pain as his thick fingers wormed up inside her pussy, forcing her to open wide from his masturbating fingers.  Becky bucked in the tight bondage, pain radiating through her body as the stranger masturbated her.


Becky could feel another set of hands reach out for her breasts.  They squeezed her tit flesh hard, fingers seeking out her nipples.  They were still hard and erect.  The hands pinched hard on the ends and began to pull on them, stretching them from her body.  Her nipples were pulled and pinched as she felt the fingers in her pussy push in deeper, spreading her unused pussy to open wider.  When they were in up to the knuckles, she could feel them begin to spread open, her pussy straining to accept the brutal fingers fucking her pussy.  “GGGHJHHHHH,” she cried as they spread her pussy open, the fingernails digging into the sides of her delicate pussy tract.  The fingers pulled from her body, her pussy forced to stretch open as they were kept spread as they were pulled from her body.  When they were almost all the way out, they moved together as they pulled from her pussy.  They rushed back in, forcing her open again, her muffled “GGGMMMMGHHH,” coming from her lips as brutally ripped into her body.  “GGGGRRRHHHH,” she moaned as they sank deep into her pussy, the fingers battering against her cervix as they pushed in deep.  She could feel them twisting and turning inside her body, the knuckles rubbing harshly over her pussy.  They again pulled out from her pussy, her lips closely slowly as the fingers disappeared. 


She felt the finger running down her slit again.  This time it moved slower, running over her naked and exposed anus.  Her tiny anus looked so small and pink, shaped like a tiny star.  Her body continued to betray her, her pussy soaking wet, running down her thighs from the forced masturbation, her body trembling as she felt the finger run over her defenseless anus.  She could feel the wet finger run over it, each time a little more pressure put on the finger, her anus forced to slowly open.  It felt strange to Becky as the thick finger began to enter her anus.  It slowly began to expand, the finger lightly circling, pushing into her, her anus forced to open.  “AAAGGGGHHH, MMMFFFFF,” her body trying to jerk away, but her tight bondage forcing her to accept the cruel ravishment of her virgin asshole.  Her anus accepted the finger and began to grab it tightly as it forced itself deeper into her body.  “GGGUUUUGGGGHHH,” the finger pushing relentlessly into her anus, her sphincter muscle forced open wider as it bore into her anal tract, entering her rectum.  Two fingers pushed back into her pussy, spreading her open wide again, this time with a finger pushing deeper into her asshole.  She had never felt so full, fingers now stuffed deep into her body.


“Grab her clit, let’s see if we can make this bitch cum,” he ordered.  Cruel fingers pulled back her clit hood and grabbed her hard and erect clit.  It stood out over ½ inch, begging to be used.


Becky bucked in her tight bondage, her clit now grasped tightly between two fingers, pulling and pinching, two fingers in her pussy crawling around inside her like tiny animals and a thick finger plunging in and out her tight asshole.  She could feel an orgasm coming on.  Please, don’t make me cum in front of them, please, she thought.  The fingers continued their masturbation of her tender body, forcing her to moan in pleasure. 


“Cum for us, Becky, show your mother what a cum slut you are,” the humiliation overtaking her emotions as Justin finger fucked her.  Becky’s body began to buck in the tight bondage, trying to escape, yet at the same time accepting the fingers masturbating her near virgin body.  Her asshole sucked the finger in deep, grasping it tightly as the two fingers in her pussy continued their relentless masturbation.  Her clit was swollen and hard, the finger grabbing it cruelly, the pain adding to the pleasure.


“I think little Becky is going to cum for us,” Justin said, his two fingers pushed deep inside her.  He could feel Becky’s pussy grab them tightly as if she did not want them to leave. 


“GGGHHHHRRR, AAWWWWW,” moaned Becky, her first cum overtaking her body.  While she had been fucked before, she had never been brought to an orgasm.  The boys were too interested in getting themselves off and did not seem to care or want to give Becky her pleasure.  Her body bucked like a horse as the second cum overcame her, her body shaking from the intensity.  “GGGGGRRRRGGHHH,” the gag preventing her from screaming, the pleasure engulfing her body.


“Well, Momma, I think your daughter is a cum slut.  She’s bound like a bondage whore and being masturbated by four strangers and she cum’s as if it was natural.  I can’t wait to stick my cock in her pussy and rape her hard.”  Justin looked at Sara, “now it’s your turn to suck my cock, let’s see if you are as much of a slut as Becky is.”


Justin moved over to where Sara was lying, bound tightly.  Her head was pulled up high, her mouth held wide open by the ring gag.  They had removed the penis gag from it, she would now receive the real thing.  He unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off.  He sat on the floor in front of Sara, his crotch only inches from her face.  He pulled his shorts down and his ten-inch cock sprung from it, slapping Sara in the face as it was released.  Sara tried to move, but the rope around her neck prevented all movement.


“Now, Sara, I am going to stick my cock in your mouth.  I want you to rub your tongue over it and bathe it.”  Justin moved closer, his cock moving between her split lips and entered her hot mouth.  He pushed it in over three inches and held it there, waiting for Sara to obey.


Fuck him, I’m not going to do anything, Sara thought.  She almost gagged as she felt the hard cock enter her mouth.  She had never sucked a cock before and she was not going to let him be the first.


“I kinda figured you wouldn’t be too cooperative, but that is what we are good at.  Motivation.  That is why we like Mother-Daughter combinations.  It makes it so much easier.”  Justin turned to Steve, “would you mind showing Sara why she is going to lick my cock with her tongue.” 


Sara saw Steve move toward Becky.  Becky was still bound back, her breasts and pussy spread open for them.  She saw a whip in Steve’s hand.  It was a short black leather whip, only one strand, but looked very hard.  Her tongue went quickly to work, running over Justin’s cock but it was too late.  She could only watch as Steve raised the whip up and brings it harshly onto Becky’s spread pussy, slapping hard between her pussy lips. 


Becky screamed in her gag as the most incredible pain filled her body as her pussy felt like it was torn.  “MMMMFFFF,  AAAGGGHHHHH,” she yelled, her body bucking in the ropes, the pain intensified by the bondage.  Oh, God, she thought, please don’t do that to me again, please Mom, do as that want.


“That’s much better, Sara, you must learn to obey.  It will be a lot less painful for you and Becky if I don’t have to repeat myself.”  Justin felt Sara’s tongue running over his cock, his precum dripping from the head, as she performed like a French whore.  Justin began to push his cock further into her mouth as her tongue continued to bath his cock.


“GGAAAGGGGGHHH,” Sara felt the cock push into the back of her mouth, her gag reflexes beginning as it tried to enter her throat.  It pulled out, only to push back in again, this time even deeper.  “GGGAAAGGHH, AAAAHHHH,” the cock making her gag again, this time staying in her throat, her gagging milking the cock.  She felt a hand on her throat, feeling the large cock now deep in her throat.  She began to get lightheaded as she sucked in large quantities of air through her nose.


“Sara, you have such a nice tight throat, you are squeezing the cum out of my cock.”  Justin pulled his cock out of her throat, keeping it in her mouth.  “Tongue fuck me or it’s the whip for Becky.”


Sara hurriedly ran her tongue over his cock, tasting the cum leaking from the head.  It tasted salty and stayed in her mouth, refusing to go down.  She knew that he would soon cum and it would shoot into her mouth and she would be forced to swallow it or choke on it.  She continued to massage his cock, hoping to make him cum soon, anything was better than his cock in her throat.  She felt the cock push back in again, the gagging and choking beginning again.  Tears ran out of her eyes as it pushed deeper into her throat, her gagging almost constant now.


“This bitch gives a great face fuck, her throat is sucking the cum out of my balls.”  Justin pushed his cock hard once more into her throat, holding her tightly by her ears as he pushed it in further than before.  He was ready to cum.  He pulled his cock out of her throat and let it lie on her tongue.  He could feel her tongue begin to work on his cock again, just as he began to cum.


“CCCOOOFFF, GGAAGGGHHH,” Sara choked as the first wad of cum shot out of Justin’s cock and sprayed into her mouth.  Her tongue bathed his cock, the foul tasting cum filling her rapidly.  She swallowed hard, the first load going into her stomach, just as the next load shot into her mouth.  Again, her mouth was filled, some of it running down her chin as she was having difficulty swallow the large amount of cum filling her mouth.  The choking was making it difficult. 


“What a good cunt you are, Sara, you might not like sucking cock, but you sure do a great job at it.”  Justin let Sara run her tongue over his now deflating cock as he saw her still trying to swallow the cum he deposited in her mouth.  He pulled his cock out, her tongue following it as it left, not wanting to Becky to suffer for her refusal.


Michael watched both of his new slaves before him.  Sara with cum dripping down her chin and Becky with her own cum running down her thighs.  “See how they react, Steve.  Daughter was made to cum and Mother was forced to suck a cock and they both did it willingly.  It will be a pleasure training them.  Let’s get them out of her and get them to their new home.  There they will be raped, both vaginally and anally.  There is no better way to get a woman’s attention than having a big cock up her asshole.


Rape Party


            Michael was explaining to Steve on how to rape the victims the first time as they drove in the van to the holding area, a new facility about 2 hours from the city, in a deserted section of the county. 


Steve was only partly listening to Michael, he was more interested in Sara and Becky.  They had been thrown into the back of the van, Sara still hog-tied.  Becky had been taken from her kneeling bound position and now was hog-tied like her mother.  Sara was still clothed but Becky had only tattered remnants on her.  Steve had to hold back on fucking them when they were in the house, his cock hard and erect.  Michael said it was imperative that they be raped later, allowing them the time to think about what was going to happen to them and feel their helplessness of the situation.  Steve rubbed the front of his pants, his hard cock straining the jeans he wore.  He could see the frightened looks from Sara and Becky as they were forced to stare at him. 


“One of the requirements of being a slaver is that you must have a large cock.  As you know, it must measure at least 4 inches in diameter.  In order to break the victims will, we take pleasure in causing as much pain, for as long as possible when popping each and every cherry, mouth, asshole or cunt.  We fuck, especially assholes, dry or with just enough lube not to cause us damage.  This sets the experience permanently in the victim’s mind and helps bring about the complete helplessness of the victim’s situation.  I can see you that you can’t wait to rape them, especially little Becky, but we will soon be there and you will have your fun.”  Michael watched Steve, the lust in his eyes in expectations of his first brutal rape.


Becky watched as Steve walked towards her, fear in her eyes.  Her body was drawn into a bow, her head pulled back, her eyes forced straight ahead, her hair pulled tightly to her ankles.  The strain of the bondage forced her breasts off of the floor, her weight supported on her stomach.  She was almost naked.  She could see a huge bulge in Steve’s pants.  She knew that she was going to be raped, they had already forced her to cum for them.  She did not know why they were doing this to her.  She just dreaded what they intended to do. 


Steve looked down at Becky.  Her naked ass, her legs drawn tightly to her wrists.  He had made sure she was bound tightly and knew that it was painful.  She had a ball gag in her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around it, forcing her mouth open wide.  He bent down until his face was in front of hers.  His hand moved tenderly over her face, stroking her cheeks, wiping the tears running down her face.  “You are such a lovely thing, Becky.  Do you know what I am going to do to you?”


Becky moaned into her gag, she could not even move her head.  The hand that caressed her cheek repulsed her.  This was the same hand that had intimately entered her body and forced her to cum.  She was afraid of him and what he could do to her.  She was bound and helpless and unable to stop these evil men from doing anything to her body.


“In an hour we are going to be at your new home.  You will spend a month with us where you will be trained to be a sex slave.  After that, you will be sold to the highest bidder who will do what he wants with you.  I am going to rape you when we arrive, in your pussy and your asshole.  It will be very painful for you as you may have noticed, I have an extremely large cock.  I will enjoy taking you brutally.  I will do everything to make the experience as painful as possible for you.  You will learn that you only purpose is life are to sexually service your masters.”  Steve’s hand moved lower, grabbing her hanging breast, his large hand completely encircling the naked flesh, squeezing it.  He could hear her moan in the gag as his fingers sought out her nipples and pinched them tightly.  “You have very large nips, they make very good targets.  I will enjoy punishing them in the future.” 


Becky continued to squirm in her bondage, trying to escape.  Every time she moved the pain increased, but she could not stay still and allow him to ravish her body.


Michael watched as Steve played with Becky.  He knew that Steve would work out well as a slaver.  He was cruel and thought of a woman as no more than a plaything for the male cock.  Many women would regret meeting him, losing not only their future but also their virginity’s.


Sara felt the truck moving slower, it now travelling on a dirt road.  Her body ached and her mouth could still taste the cum from her rape.  She could see Becky out of the corner of her eye, one of them men roughly fondling her body as she squirmed to escape.  She was so young and she was now being sexually molested and bound.  Sara could not understand why this was happening to them.  If seem like days ago when they were having breakfast.  She only hoped that the police were looking for them and they would soon be able to return home.


The truck stopped in front of the building.  It was a windowless, modern structure, seemingly out of place in the country.  It looked more as if it belonged in a big city.  High fences surrounded the grounds, with razor sharp barbwire sitting on the top.  The sign said “International Services, Inc., Private Property, No Admittance Allowed.”  A guard shack and a German shepherd dog sent out the message that no visitors were allowed.


The truck backed up to a loading dock, the cargo to be unloaded hidden from view.  The doors being opened startled Sara and Becky.  They could not see out the back but they knew their trip was ended.  The pain began again as they were hauled up and taken out the truck.  The men tossed them around like sacks of potatoes, paying no attention to the pain they caused them.  They watched as they were hauled down a long hallway, white sterile walls and floors.  They passed a number of doors until they reached the end of the hall.  They were pushed into a room, this one stark and antiseptic.  They gasped as they saw various pieces of furniture, all seem to have various methods of securing the victim securely to them.  Becky and Sara knew that each would soon be bound to one of them to be raped. 


“I want them facing each other, I enjoy raping them one at a time.  The other can see what will soon happen to the other.  Let’s start with Mother.  Help me with her,” Michael ordered Steve.  They grabbed up Sara and pulled her toward one of the pieces of furniture.  This was a large aluminum structure.  There was a lower piece consisting of two aluminum tubes running parallel about three feet apart.  Straps ran along the tubes.  The upper piece was a platform about two feet higher.  This also had leather straps in the furthest corners.  In the center of the platform were two large holes.


Sara was untied and before she could even try to stand and straighten she was hauled up to her feet.  Michael’s hands moved quickly over her, ripping first her blouse, than her pants, lying in tatters at her feet.  Her hands moved to cover herself but Steve slapped them down. 


“Keep you hands down,” he ordered, slapping her hands again to reinforce his point.


Michael’s hand shot out and hooked into her bra in the front, pulling it out until it strained and began to tear.  Sara cried out into the ring gag as it pulled on the skin until it finally tore and was pulled from her body.  Her breasts heaved as they were finally released from their constraints.  Michael made short work of her panties, the delicate fabric tearing easily.  She was now naked.  She felt hands push her over to the strange piece of furniture.  Hands helped her kneel up on the tubes, her legs having to spread unnaturally to keep from falling.  Thick leather straps were secured, first to her ankles, than to her knees, keeping her bound and spread tightly onto the apparatus.  A hand on her back forced her forward, her upper body pushed down on the cold metal.  She now understood the holes in it, her breasts hung down through the platform.  They would be unprotected and vulnerable.  Her arms were pulled forward, stretching her body until she felt the leather straps attached to them.  She cringed in pain as they were tightened cruelly.  Hand began to run over her ass and she now understood how naked and vulnerable she was.  She was bound on her knees, her legs spread wide and she was sure her pussy and anus was exposed.  She could feel the cool air rushing over them.  She felt the fingers run between the cheeks of her ass, running over her anus and down to her pussy.  She was dry, afraid of the rape she knew was coming.  A rope was attached around her neck and tied to the table, forcing her down onto to it, looking to the side.


Steve grabbed the metal table and pushed it to the side of Sara.  He grabbed Becky and started to untie her.  Michael came over to help, pulling the last of the remnants of her clothes from her body, as she was untied.  He pushed her over to the table forcing her to bend over it, Steve grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the other side, stretching her tightly.  He secured the leather straps to her wrists, tying her tightly to the corners. 


“MMMMGGG,” Becky groaned into the gag as she felt a hand grab her left ankle.  She felt the cold steel attach to it and heard the metal clank as a metal cuff was attached and snapped tightly.  Her leg was pulled out to the side, forcing her down on the table.  The table was cold, her nipples hardening instantly as they were forced down on the metal table.  A loud snap and she pulled her leg, the cuff banging noisily as she found herself securely bound.  The hand returned to her right leg, the cold steel attaching another cuff.  Her leg was pulled to the other side, her legs spreading obscenely.  She could feel her pussy and asscheeks spreading open.  She tried to pull back on her right leg but the powerful hands were stronger, opening her up and she again felt the cuff banging and she knew she was now bound tightly.  Her ass was thrust out, her pussy and anus spread open.  She knew the only reason she was in this position was to be raped.


Sara watched as Becky was bound.  She could see the tears running down her face, as she was bent over the table, naked and spread.  Hands manipulated her body until she was in the position they wanted.  Like her, they tied a rope around Becky’s neck and bound her tightly to the table, facing Sara.  They stared at each other, the helplessness of their situation showing in their faces.


Steve walked in front of Becky.  “You look so fuckable, little girl,” his hands stroking her head.  He looked down at her tear stained face.  “You’re going to be first.  I’m going to rape your pussy, than my big fat cock is going up your asshole.  I’m going to fuck you hard and long.”


Becky started whimpering, tears running down her face.  He intended to hurt her with his cock and there was nothing she could do about it.  She watched as he began to undress.  First his shirt, than he started unbuckling his belt, the zipper next.  She was forced to look at his fat cock bulging out of his shorts.  He dropped his pants and stood before her, his cock hard and erect.  His hand reached down and stroked his cock, it getting bigger and bigger.  He hooked his hands in his shorts and let them drop to the floor.  Becky gasped as his cock sprung free.  It was huge, over four inches in diameter and had to be at least ten-inches long.  It wasn’t a cock, it was a weapon.  She watched as he stroked his cock, it seemed to get bigger.


Steve looked at the terrified look on her face as he stroked his cock and moved it toward her face.  He rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, spread wide over the ball gag.  His precum glistened on her lips.  “You’ll suck my cock later.  You’ll suck lots of cocks, but first I am going to bust your pussy open with my cock.”


Sara could see the distressed look on Becky’s face.  The man had moved out of her view and Becky’s face took on the appearance of fright.  She knew that Becky was about to be raped and she could not do anything about it.


Becky saw him move out of her view and knew that he was moving behind her.  Her body jumped when she felt hands grasping her hips.  They casually moved back over her ass, almost caressing her skin.  She groaned, as the fingers became more urgent, squeezing her ass flesh tightly between his fingers.  She could the fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, the cool air rushing over her pussy and anus.


“Look at that juicy pussy, Steve, it looks so tight.  You are going to have to earn your keep to fuck that pussy open.  And that asshole, it’s just a tiny star.  This bitch is going to be in a lot of pain when you fuck her, but it’s going to be the tightest pussy you ever felt.”  Michael smiled as he spoke.  He looked over at Sara.  “Mommy won’t be as tight, but she will feel my cock tearing into her body.”


Steve fisted his cock, the bulbous head swelling larger.  He moved forward and felt Becky squirm as he moved between her legs.  He moved his cock head over her naked ass cheeks and began to rub it up a down, his precum leaking onto her flesh.  He took a bottle of baby oil and put a small amount on his cock, rubbing it over the huge instrument.  “This is for me, not you, bitch.  It will make it a little easier to put my cock into you but it will wear off quickly.  With the pain you will feel, I doubt you will get very wet, so it will be a hard fuck, but that is what I like.”


   Becky could feel the huge cock moving over her flesh.  She tried to move, but only succeeding in making his cock harder.  She looked exceedingly sexy, her ass moving side to side, her pussy spread open.  She could not just do anything, waiting for the rape of her pussy.  She felt the head of the cock push between her legs, searching out her pussy, now spread open, seemingly begging to be raped.  It pushed up against her pussy, a tiny opening in her body.  The head felt massive.


Steve fisted his cock and placed it against her pussy, now spread wide before him.  His fingers peeled back her pussy lips, her pink insides beckoning his cock.  Her tiny opening widened, his cock beginning to push inside of her.  He could see her pussy spreading wide under the brutal attack of his huge cock.  It began to stretch wider, unable to stop the brutal rape.  He pushed harder, watching Becky buck in her restraints, her body trying to escape.  He continued to follow her moving ass, limited by the cuffs holding her spread open.  His cock pushed her open more, her pussy clinging to the huge head as it began to tear, unable to take the cock.  Her body lurched as her pussy tore, the pain increasing as the head of his cock was almost all the way in her pussy.  Her painfully stretched pussy lips slipped over the head of his cock, grasping the huge head as if it wanted it in her.


Becky’s pussy felt like it was on fire.  The huge cock was tearing her open as it continued its brutal rape.  Her body jerked on the table, unable to stand the pain he was inflicting on her young body.  She shrieked in the ball gag, only unintelligible sounds escaping through the ball gag.  Her eyes were filled with tears as the cock pushed relentlessly into her near virgin body.  She felt her pussy being filled, clinging to the cock like it was welcoming a lover, instead of accepting a rape.  Her eyes opened wide, her poor pussy now tearing, unable to accept the huge cock, the pain shooting into her groin.  She wished she would pass out, the only way she could escape the rape, but her body continued to be alert, the pain increasing as her pussy began to pass over the head of the cock, clasping tightly to the instrument of torture.  She felt it stop, her body clinging to it, her movements still, hoping to avoid any additional pain.


Steve’s hands stroked over her ass, caressing her naked flesh like a lover, his cock now held tightly in her pussy.  It felt like it was in a vise, her clasping flesh massaging his cock in response to the pain she was feeling.  “How does that feel, Becky?”  He watched her move her head, the rope preventing only minor movement, tears running down her face, gagged responses coming from her mouth.  “Now that you got the head, you are going to get the next nine inches of cock in your pussy.  Then we are going to get down to some serious fucking.  If you think this is bad, wait until I get to your virgin asshole.  I will already have cum once so it will be a long, hard ass raping.”  Steve leaned down over Becky’s spread body, his chest on her back, his ass raised up high, his cock just inside her pussy.  He began to push his hips in, his cock pushing inside her pussy, spreading the walls of her pussy open, her pussy clinging to every bump and ripple on his cock as it began it’s brutal descent into the depths of her pussy.  His cock felt like it was rubbing against sandpaper, her pussy so dry, the pain not allowing her natural juices to flow.  It hurt him, but it was hurting her a lot more.  Her body jerked and bucked on the table, but his cock held her pinned down, sprearing into her tender flesh like a pole.  Two more inches of cock entered her body.  He pulled it back out until only her pussy gripped the head, than pushed back in again, this time three inches of cock managed to bore into her body, pushing past all resistance.  He could see blood covering his cock.  At least there would be some lubrication now.  Each time he would pull his cock out and then forcefully thrust back in, her back trying to arch to escape the brutal rape, but pinned down like a bug, unable to defend herself.  He had never fucked anything so tight, most women would not let them fuck them, his cock too huge.  Only whores, their pussies worn and battered allowed him a fucking.  This cunt was almost a virgin and there was nothing she could do to stop him.  He fucked hard, her body reacting.  “You like my cock, Becky.  You will get a lot more of it, so you might as well get used to it.  You are going to become my little fuck toy.”  Steve laughed and ruthlessly plunged into her pussy, changing the angle of his cock, forcing her pussy to stretch even more.


Sara saw Becky lift her head up and tears fill her eyes.  She could hear mumbled screams coming from her gagged mouth.  She knew that her rape had begun.  She watched as her body slammed up and down on the table, the metal cuffs binding her legs clanging noisily as she tried to escape.  This went on for long, terrible minutes.  Than she was silent and still, tears running down her face.  She figured that his cock must be in her now.  Becky’s head raised up again, screams again muffled by the gag, her rape beginning again.  She saw her body being buffeted forward, knowing that the cock was pushing into her, forcing her pussy to open and allow entrance to the large cock.


Becky could not believe how much pain the cock was giving her.  She thought the tearing of her pussy was bad, but the continual rasping of the huge cock in her pussy was worse.  Each time the cock would push deeper into her body, than begin its descent until on the head was grasped by her pussy.  A few seconds reprieve and than it would begin its painful journey back down her unused pussy, pushing all resistance out of the way.  Each time it would force itself deeper into her body, opening her pussy wide, the tearing and the burning becoming worse.  She could feel every bump on his cock as it pushed into her body.  The pain forced her pussy to involuntarily grasp the cock, the pain even worse.  She knew that this was making his cock harder, but she could not stop her bodies’ natural reactions.  Her pussy would squeeze the cock and than he would make it jump in her body, forcing a new batch of pain.  The cock felt like it was going to come out her mouth, she had never felt anything that deep.  She screamed again, the cock pushing in deeper.


Sweat was running down Steve’s body and landing on Becky’s back as the continual pumping of his cock in her body brought new anguish to his victim.  It was hard to push his cock into her tight pussy, but each new muffled scream brought out a fresh batch of energy and a new enthusiasm to the next hard fuck.  He laughed as his cock pushed in again, still only five inches of cock in her body.  “You’ve got half of it now, cunt.  You still got another five inches to go,” his hips pushing forward, another inch added to the fucking.  He pulled it out and pushed it back in again, not allowing Becky’s pussy to grow accustomed to the cock.  He felt her pussy expand to accept his cock and than shrink and grab at his cock as it pulled from her body.  The body under him jerked and thrashed about as it received his painful instrument of torture.  He pulled the cock out and than pushed back in again, now eight inches of hard cock filling her up.  He continually buffeted her body, each time filling her tight pussy with more cock.  A trace of blood covered his cock, he would force her to suck it clean when he finished, lubricating his cock for the rape.  One last thrust, pushing with all of his strength, forced all ten inches of cock into her pussy, the head of his cock battering at her cervix.  Her body jerked in pain, her cuffs clanging noisily in the room, her battered breathing and muffled screams the only discernable noise.  His stomach hit her ass with a loud smack, his cock now fully in her.  He paused in her pussy, her body grasping the tool tightly.


Becky felt so full.  She could feel his stomach against her ass as his cock was now fully embedded in her pussy.  She felt in pulsing her body, her pussy stretched tightly around it.  Her body felt bruised as the last powerful push into her pussy beat against her cervix.  The pain shot into her brain.  She could not conceive that an individual could get so much enjoyment out of her pain.  She could hear her own screams, but knew the ball gag prevented others from hearing only but muffled sounds.  She could hardly breathe, the body lying on her back, the heavy weight sucking the breath out of her lungs.  The cock twitched in her pussy, bringing a fresh batch of pain, as her pussy had to expand further to accept it.  She could hear his voice.


“You ready for a good fucking now, Becky.  Your pussy is so tight.  It will be hard but I will make sure you get all of the cock you deserve.”


Becky felt the cock pull from her pussy, sucking her insides out as it dragged painfully from her body.  She could feel every bump and bulge on his cock as it rasped over her stretched pussy tract.  It felt like sandpaper on his cock as it dragged over her dry pussy, eliciting new pain through her body.  It pulled from her body until only her pussy grasped the head.  It paused for seconds and than Becky shrieked as the cock forcefully pushed back in, this time all ten inches forcing itself into her body.  Her pussy stretched open again, painfully tearing and rasping as the cock bore into her body in one single, forceful thrust that sent his stomach slapping shamelessly against her asscheeks.  The wind was knocked out of her lungs as the head of his cock banged painfully against her cervix.  The pain shot into her brain as the brutal rape of her pussy began.  Before she could catch her breath, the cock was pulled out again and than back in again, all ten inches raping her painfully.  Hands held her hips down, as the cock began its punishing rape of her body, pushing in and out, tearing her flesh in each painful thrust, opening her body to be used as a receptacle for his cum.


Steve pushed into her hard, forcing his cock into her defenseless body as he pummeled her.  His cock tore into her flesh, his body slamming down on her back, his hips pumping his cock into her pussy relentlessly.  He watched her head rear up each time his cock banged against her cervix, bottoming out in her pussy.  He continued to rape her for long minutes, the blood on his cock increasing as he raped her hard and long.  He could feel her body jerk in pain as he pumped his cock in and out, her pussy clinging to his cock as the rape continued.  Five minutes and he continued to pump his cock into her painfully stretched pussy.  He was trying to hold on as long as possible before he had to cum.  He wanted her to feel the pain of his cock for a long time.  “How do you like my cock, Becky,” he asked, his cock boring into her pussy at a different angle, forcing a new batch of pain as she was stretched wide.  He pumped his cock into her relentlessly, a stroke taking only 5 seconds.  The slapping of his stomach against her ass and her muffled sounds the only noise coming from the room as her rape continued.


Becky thought she was going to die.  The initial rape of her pussy by the cock was bad enough, but not the continued fucking was taking a toll on her body.  It was over ten minutes of his cock fucking into her body, it seemed like hours.  Her pussy was being turned into raw meat as the hard cock continued to fuck deep into her body, tearing up her tender flesh.  Her body continued to milk the cock, the painful thrusts forcing her pussy to clench and unclench on the huge cock.  She felt his cock grow bigger, new pain added as she knew he was ready to cum.  She felt one last powerful thrust, the cock feeling like it was going to shoot into her stomach and he bottomed out in her pussy and she felt the head grow bigger and begin to shoot out inside her.  The first blast of hot cum filled her.  At least it would add lubricant.  The cock was pulled out and then pushed back in again, another hot blast of cum filling her pain filled pussy.  It felt like gasoline was being poured inside of her pussy as he continued to pump his cock in her pussy and fill her full of his hot cum.


“What a hot pussy, hot do you like my cum, bitch.  I am filling your sweet pussy so full,” Steve’s cock continuing to shoot her full as he pumped her pussy with his cock, not caring how much pain he was causing her.  He pushed it in her pussy one last time and dumped the last of his cum in her.  He pulled his cock out, covered in cum and blood, dripping on her ass as her pussy clung to it.  He watched it leave her pussy, still stretched wide from the brutal rape.  He slapped her ass hard, “great fuck, cunt.  Give me a couple of minutes and I will do your asshole.”


Sara watched as Becky was continually raped before her.  She could see the pain in her eyes as she was bucked about on the table.  She could not understand how this was happening.  It was only a few hours ago that it was breakfast time and now her only innocent daughter was being raped and she could not do anything about it except wait for her own rape.  She saw the tears and sweat pouring from Becky’s body as the rape continued.  Finally it seemed to be over, the body on her slumped down and Becky’s head fell to the table.  She heard the voice tell Becky that her asshole would be next.  “No, please, don’t do this to my daughter, “Sara cried out in the gag.


Chapter 3


            Michael stood next to the table where Becky was bound.  He saw her tear strained face, flush from the fucking she had endured, a sheen of sweat covering her naked and spread body.  Her mouth was still stuffed, only muffled sobs coming from her lips.  He pulled out his cock, almost identical in size to Steve’s and began to stroke it in front of her face.  “Did you like that, Becky?  I bet you were never fucked like that before.  You might as well get used to it, you are going to be fucked in the next month more then you ever expected to in a lifetime.  And it’s not going to be a gentle lovemaking, you will be fucked hard.  You will learn how to please a man using your body.  Some of it will be very painful, but that is what men require of young females like you.  They love to hear you scream.”


            Becky began to get frightened again.  Her pussy burned from the brutal rape that Steve subjected her to.  She could still feel the sticky cum on her pussy, her arms and legs aching from the tight bondage.  Now Michael was standing in front of her, stroking an equally big cock.  They were ready to fuck her again.  And she feared that they would be fucking her in her asshole next.  She shook her head, mumbling in the gag, hoping that they would leave her alone.


            “How about a new position, for little Becky, would you like that Becky, maybe something with your ass ready and open?”  Steve walked next to Becky, still naked, his cock already hard again.  “You going to break in Mommy, Michael while I do little Becky in the ass?”


            Michael continued to stroke his cock, looking over at Sara, naked and bent over on the metal apparatus.  She was spread open and ready, her asshole and pussy exposed.  Her mouth was still held open by the ring gag, ready for a large cock.  “Yes, I think Mommy should have a cock in her when her little girl gets ass fucked.”  He walked in back of her, his hands stroking her ass as if he owned it.  “Why don’t you use Mommy to get your cock wet.  That is the least she can do for little Becky.  Make it slick so it will be less painful when you fuck her asshole, not that it will help much.”


            Sally cringed when she heard Michael’s comments.  She knew she was going to be raped.  She saw the pained look on Becky’s face.


            “How about over the vaulting bench?  I always loved that.  I just can’t imagine them using a vaulting bench for gymnastics.  It is so much better utilized to keep a nice, ripe female spread and open, her ass raised up, begging to be fucked.  Give me a hand with Becky, we’ll get her all ready for her ass fucking.”  Steve began to untie Becky, slapping her hands when she tried to move them down towards her body.  “Behave, cunt, this is only temporary.”  His hands moved to her ankles, releasing her from the table.  Michael moved next to her and she soon found herself dragged over to the vaulting bench.


            The blood rushed to her head as they bent her at the waist, pushing her down onto the vaulting bench.  She smelled the leather of the bench, her skin sticking to the surface as she was pushed over it, her head pushed down.  She felt Steve grab a wrist and tie it to one of the legs, then the other.  Her hair hung down to the floor, her face less then a foot from the floor.  She felt hands on her ankle and she gasped in pain as a rough rope was tied tightly to it and then spread wide.  She tried to pull it, but it was already secured tightly.  Now the other ankle was subjected to the same, this time her legs spreading wide, feeling like he was trying to tear her up the middle.  She could feel the dried cum between her legs parting as she was spread wider and wider.  “OOOWWW,” the rope now tied tight, tighter then needed.  She knew that Michael did it to inflict pain on her.  She felt his hands sliding up and down her legs, unable to do anything to stop him, moving higher up until he reached her spread pussy.


            Steve looked at her face, turning red as blood rushed to her head.  “Nice and comfortable, Becky?”  His hands reached out for her breasts, now hanging down towards the ground, almost hitting her chin.  “Nice tits, Becky, such big nipples, you’re going to give me a good tit fucking later.  Is Michael feeling up your pussy?  Time to get your ass fucked, Becky.  This is going to hurt you, really hurt you.  Mommy will get to see her little girl get her first cock up her ass, but Michael will take care of her.  He’s going to be fucking her as they both watch the rape of your little asshole.  No gag this time, I want to hear you scream.”


            Steve moved over to Sara, his hard cock jutting out from his body.  It was an angry red, the crown already glistening with his precum, his balls hanging heavily between his legs, full of sperm, ready to unload deep inside Becky’s asshole.  He pushed his cock between her lips, held wide open by the ring clamp jammed tightly in her mouth.  “It will go easier on Becky if you get it wet.  Otherwise I’m going to tear her asshole dry.  It’s up to you.  Use your tongue and get it as wet as you can.”


            Michael watched as Sara’s tongue began to run over the cock that split her lips and was jamming into her mouth.  “You’re quite a cocksucker, Sara.  You’re going to get even better.  You going to have to swallow so much cum.”  He moved behind her and ran his cock up and down her pussy slit, now gaping wide as she knelt there, legs spread wide, ass arched up.  “You better make that pussy wet if you don’t want it to hurt as much.”  He saw her twist her ass, the apparatus limiting her ability to move to only a few inches each way.


            Steve pulled his cock from her mouth with a pop, slivers of saliva hanging on to his dick as it pulled out.  “Good Mommy, you got my cock nice and wet.  Ready for little Becky’s asshole.”  He moved over again to the vaulting bench, stepping between Becky’s wide spread legs.


            Becky watched as her mother sucked on Steve’s cock, her tongue running over the huge instrument.  She could hear her slurping, wetting the large cock that would be soon entering her asshole.  She saw it pull out, glistening with spit, Steve moving behind her now.


            Sara bucked in the apparatus, her scream unheard by the others, the mouth clamp effectively doing its job of keeping her silent.  She thought a baseball bat was being slowly and forcefully up her vagina.  Her husband did not have a large cock, not like Michael’s.  She tried to spread her legs open wide, anything to stop the raping pain as her pussy was slowly and painfully stretched open to accept the giant cock entering her.  She felt the head pop inside her.  She could feel her pussy stretched tightly over it, clinging to it.  Please, she begged in silence, take it out, please.


            Michael smiled as he saw his cock slowly swallowed up by her cunt.  His hands gripped her hips, feeling her trying to escape the rape, but unable to do anything but tremble in pain and fear.  “Never had anything that big in your cunt before, huh, Sara.  Get used to it.  My clients like older women as pain sluts.  That cunt of yours will have to take many large items, not just cocks.  You ever fucked a horse, Sara?  Or a dog?”  He pushed with his cock, slowly and painfully pushing his cock into her cunt, her pussy gripping it tightly as he forced her to accept inch after inch of hard cock.  He had over half of it inside her.  “Watch Becky, she is about to get her first ass fucking.”


            “No, please don’t, fuck my pussy again, not my asshole,” Becky cried, tears running from her eyes and falling down to the floor beneath her.  She could feel the wet cock pushing along her ass crack, each time running over her small asshole.  His hands held her hips tightly, his fingers turning her skin white as he forced her ass up towards his cock.  She could not stop him.  He was going to rape her asshole and all she could do was scream in pain.  She looked over at her mother, her face contoured in pain as Michael now had over three quarters of his cock embedded in her pussy and was beginning to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy with ever increasing speed.  There eyes met, locked upon each other, unable to comprehend why this was happening to each of them, only knowing that it was and they were defenseless to do anything to stop them from raping them.


            “I already had your pussy.  It was good, nice and tight, but now I want that little asshole.  Beg me to fuck your asshole, Becky,” his hand slapping her ass hard, the noise ringing out in the room.  Again, his hand beat her other cheek, the skin turning an angry red, a handprint almost discernible on her cheek.  “I can do this all night, you will beg me to fuck your asshole,” his hand slapping both cheeks in a rapid staccato. 


            “OOOWW,” she cried out, the hand hurting her tender ass each time it beat down on her flesh.  She could feel the heat of the blow, the terrible stinging, the painful aftermath.  “OOWWW, no more, please.  Fuck my asshole, please, just don’t hit me anymore.  Fuck my asshole.”  She saw her mother look at her, the look on her face as she was forced to beg to get ass raped.  She felt Steve grip his cock tightly against her defenseless asshole, the hot head pushed up against her tiny opening.  She began to groan as he put his weight on it and started to push it into the tiny opening.   She felt it bend and slide off her asshole, unable to force her open.  She sighed, relieved as the cock was no longer pushed against her asshole, but it was short-lived.  His cock returned, this time it felt harder, his hand pumping it up and down as it held it against her asshole.  She would not be so lucky this time. 


            Goddamnit, open up your asshole, bitch.  Push back on my cock, like you are trying to shit.”  His hand slapped her ass hard again, feeling her body tremble in pain.  He gripped her hips and pulled her back onto his cock, pumping it into hardness, ready again.  “Open up your asshole, fuck back onto my cock or I will beat you senseless.”  He felt her asshole straining, her muscles pushing out, her tiny pucker straining outward, the crown of his cock slowly pushing against her, forcing her pucker in.  “That’s it, push out again, obey me, Becky.”  He watched her asshole pucker out again, this time the crown of his cock slowly stretching her tiny asshole wider.  “Stretch out, stretch out your asshole, my cock is going in you.  Push, push harder,” he ordered her, feeling her straining to will her asshole to open to accept the large cock.


            Becky gritted her teeth, pushing back on her asshole, afraid she might have an accident and actually shit.  She could feel her asshole pucker getting bigger, the head of his cock slowly forcing itself into her painfully, millimeter by millimeter.  She heard her mother grunting and looked over.  Michael now had all of his cock firmly embedded in her pussy and was fucking her hard and painfully.  She was rocketed back and forth on the apparatus, her breasts swinging freely back and forth.  His belly slapped against her ass cheeks loudly as he put all of his strength into each lunge into her pussy, forcing it to spread painfully wide each time, gripping it in defense. 


            “That’s it Mommy, ride my cock.  You like a big cock inside you, don’t you?  Not like your husband’s puny dick.  Now fuck back, squeeze my cock when it is inside you.  Make me cum, or I will ride you all night.”  Michael felt her pussy grip his cock as he pulled it from her body.  It was difficult, his cock so big, her pussy so small.  He pushed back in again, panting as he used all of his strength to fuck her pussy as hard as he could.  He smashed into her ass cheeks, his cock buried deep inside her, banging into her cervix, her body trying to escape, but his hands held her tight.  “That’s a good little Mommy, fuck the big cock inside you.  Look at little Becky, see her asshole straining wide.  Steve’s cock is about to pop inside her for the first time.  Your little baby is about to get her first cock inside her asshole.  Listen, you will be able to hear her scream when he does.  They always do.”


            “AAAAAHHHHHHHH, OOOWWW,” the scream tore from her lips.  She had never felt such pain before, even when they had raped her pussy.  “Don’t move, please, don’t move,” she begged.  Her asshole felt like it was torn and bleeding as it was finally forced to accept the raping cock.  She could feel her asshole wrapped tightly around the head of his cock, gripping it in terror and pain.


            “Nice, tight asshole, Becky.  Hot and tight.  You like my cock inside you?”  He looked down at her tightly drawn body, her ass cheeks spread wide, the head of his cock slipped into the tiny indent in her body.  He traced his fingers around her tightly drawn asshole, small traces of blood appearing from the tearing that was required to accept such a large instrument in her asshole.  He flexed his cockhead, watching as her body jumped in pain as the head of his cock expanded.  He knew he could not wait, he had to ride her asshole with his cock.  He began to push down on her body, the unyielding vaulting bench holding her pressed tightly to it, unable to escape the painful journey of his cock up her backside.


            “Oh, God, that hurts so much,” her body jerking back and forth to the side, unable to stop the raping cock as it began to push inside her body.  Her body jerked in pain as the head of his cock was suddenly swallowed up by her asshole in one very slow and painful thrust up her backside.  Her head was swimming in pain from the cock entering her.  It was just too big to enter her asshole without doing some physical damage.  She could feel every ridge and bump on his cock as she was subject to the terrible rape of her ass.  “No more, don’t push anymore inside me.”


            ”Squeeze my cock with your asshole, or it goes in deeper.  I will push it in until it comes out your mouth.”  He watched, her asshole gripping his cock tighter, a moan of pain coming from her lips as she was forced to tighten up on the cock inside her, the pain increasing.  “Again,” watching her asshole stretched over the head, feeling like a giant rubber band wrapped tightly over the head of his cock, trying to suck out the cum in his balls.  He could actually see her asshole tighten, her pucker now a gaping hole, stuffed full of man cock.  “You’re going to be a good ass fuck, Becky, you sure you haven’t been fucked in the ass before.  Just don’t want Mommy to know what a slut you are.”  He laughed and began to push his cock inside her again.  “I lied, Becky, we are going to fuck and you are going to take my cock all the way up your hot and tight asshole.”  He slapped her ass cheeks hard, feeling her asshole clench on his cock as he painfully pressed it further up her backside.  “Yeah, I like that, again,” slapping her ass cheeks again, forcing her to tighten on the cock inside her.


            Sara could only watch as her beautiful daughter screamed in pain as she was raped in her ass.  She knew she would be next, but she could not concentrate, the cock in her pussy, tearing up and down her pussy in hard and brutal motions, bruising her insides as it battered her with the huge head.  Her body was continually buffeted about on the apparatus, holding her pinned tightly and spread, her body defenseless to the rape.  His hands flew over her body, fingers searching out for her breasts, grabbing them tightly, not caressing, but squeezing and pinching.  Her nipples were already red and swollen, fingers and fingernails having sought them out and abused them until they stood out hard and erect.  A hand was underneath her now, fingers rubbing over her clit, another hand pulling back her clit hood as the raping cock inside her continued to plummet her body.  Fingers tapped at the exposed nub, first softly, now turning harder, tapping harder and harder on the sensitive bud.  It was like a spanking, but only using a single finger.  Relentless, always returning with another finger slap, moving over her clit, back and forth, up and down.  The good feeling began to be replaced by the constant irritation and pain.  She pushed her hips backwards, attempting to escape the punishing finger but only succeeded in exposing her pussy to the raping cock, allowing greater access for more powerful fucks inside her. 


            “That’s it Mommy, fuck back.  You like a big cock inside you, don’t you?”  He tapped at her clit over and over again.  He knew that he was making it very sensitive and the pleasure would turn to pain.  He liked that, his cock hardening.  He would make her cum, in spite of the pain.  She would soon learn to love the pain, as there would be so much more of it.  “Ride me, bitch,” his cock squeezed so tightly by her pussy.  It was difficult not to cum inside her, but he knew he must continue fucking her.  He wanted her pussy sore and tender.  He would fuck her many times over the next half a day.  He and Michael would fuck them both many, many times.


            Becky screamed again as Michael pulled the cock from her asshole until only the head was gripped tightly, then plunged back, tearing along her rectum, burying over four inches of giant cock inside her.  Her stomach cramped in pain, her asshole clenching and unclenching on the raping cock, not in pleasure, but in pain. 


            Steve loved the way that her body gripped his cock as he began to fuck her asshole, each time burying more and more of his cock inside her once virgin asshole.  “You have half of it now, Becky, can you feel it deep inside you?”  He stabbed his cock into her, feeling her body jerk in pain.  He loved to fuck little girls in the ass, especially virgins.  He loved the way they could not control their bodies, their asshole clamping down on his cock, trying to push it out, but only succeeding in sucking it further into their hot depths.  “Yeah, here’s more,” pushing another inch of cock inside her before pulling it almost all the way out.


            Becky could not believe the pain that radiated from her raped asshole.  It drove up her spine, a sharp piercing pain that registered in her brain.  His cock continued to punish her once virgin asshole, stretching and tearing as it raped deeper and deeper into her asshole.  Her sphincter had clung to it as long as possible, fighting to keep it out, squeezing down on it, trying to push it out.  But in the end, it lost its fight.  The giant cock winning, her sphincter finally giving up, allowing him unlimited access to her asshole.  Her rectum clung to the cock inside her, each time stretching as the cock penetrated her, feeling every lump, blood vessel and bump on his cock as it fucked her hard.  “OOOWW,” she screamed as his cock entered her colon, forcing it to straighten to accept it, the cock now having over six inches inside her.  It felt like a baseball bat was thrust up her ass.  The bent over position allowed him complete access to her asshole, a direct path deep inside her colon.  She felt it pull from her asshole, a vacuum forming as it was withdrawn, feeling like it was pulling her guts out with it.  When it almost pulled out, her asshole gripped the head tightly, he would thrust it back in again, each time forcing more cock into her, the head of his cock reaching virgin territory, stretching it open wider then it should was meant to stretch.  She groaned in pain, the cramping and tearing of her anal tract shooting up her body.  “Please, no more, don’t go any deeper, its going to ruin me,” she cried out, afraid that her asshole would be torn beyond repair.  Tears poured from her eyes, as she lay bent over, her eighteen-year-old body being sodomized, never even having a hint that this could ever happen.  She saw her mother, suffering a similar fate, bound in the cruel apparatus, holding her spread open as she was fucked from behind like a dog.  She could see her body jerk each time as the hard cock raped her pussy.


            Michael continued the relentless “spanking” of her clit, two fingers now punishing the erect and tender morsel.  He knew by now that the pain was beginning to become excruciating, his fingers drumming down on her clit each time, slapping hard against the bud, only to return in a few seconds again.  It was a painful, monotonous spanking, never yielding or changing.  He pushed his cock deep inside her, hitting her cervix painfully, banging up against it, bruising it.  He held his cock inside her, flexing it, forcing her to feel it twitch inside her, unable to stop the rape of her body.  “It’s beginning to hurt now, the spanking of your clit, isn’t it Sara?  I’m going to keep my cock buried in your pussy.  The pain will force your pussy to react, squeezing on my cock, trying to expel it from your body.  It will not win, it will only succeed in making my cock bigger and harder.”  His fingers continued to drum on her clit, each time her body jerking in response to the pain, each time massaging his pulsating cock buried inside her tight pussy. 


            Sara could not believe that two fingers could ignite so much pain in her body.  It had started simple, caressing her clit until it became hard and erect.  Then one finger, tapping lightly against it.  But the longer it continued, the more inflamed her clit became.  It was now over twice it’s size, blood pulsating to the top.  The one finger became harder, slapping it instead of caressing it.  One finger became two, the sound magnified as it continued relentlessly.  She almost forgot the cock that fucked her, only when he fucked her with a cruel stroke, pushing his cock in at an unnatural angle, banging painfully against her the side of her pussy, did she realize that she was still being raped.  She could hear the loud slap of his fingers, her body jerking back in pain.  His cock was now buried deep inside her, not moving, but twitching inside her.  Her body braced for the next slap, jerking back onto the cock as his fingers hit the pulsating clit, igniting the pain again.  “Stop slapping my clit, it hurts,” she begged, but she felt the fingers again, slap-slap, attacking her clit.


            Steve looked over at Sara, her body sweating, the pain from the fucking Michael was giving her forcing her to push back on his cock, fucking herself.  He had seen Michael use the clit spanking before.  It worked great, forcing the victim to fuck back, anything to escape the relentless slapping.  He would have to try it on Becky later, he would love to see how her body reacted to it.  Steve felt Becky’s body shudder, her lung releasing a loud rush of air as he fucked his cock fully into her asshole, forcing her to take all eight inches of his rigid cock in her asshole.  He grabbed her hips, his hands making her hips move side to side, dancing on his cock as he buried his cock inside her.  Her asshole clamped down on the raping cock, squeezing, pushing, trying to force it from her body.  “Dance on my cock, Becky,” pushing down on his cock, trying to force more cock into her, watching as her asshole was spread so tight around the base of his cock, squeezing the blood out of it.  He continued to roll her hips, side to side, watching as her asshole had to stretch more to allow the sideways movement.  “Good girl, that’s it, squeeze my cock now,” forcing her to fuck back.


            Her head was clouded in the pain of the sodomizing cock buried deep inside her.  She was dizzy, the blood filling her head in the bent over position, her hips held tightly, moving her around his cock as if she was to enjoy the painful ass fucking.  “Get it over with, cum in me and get it over with, it hurts.”


            “We haven’t even started fucking yet, Becky.  You got all of my cock inside you, but there is so much more.  Wait until I start fucking you with it.  Eight inches of steel hard cock, just waiting to open you up.  I will having you singing soon, Becky, like your mother.”  Steve began to pull his cock from her asshole, feeling her asshole gripping it tightly, almost as if she did not want it to leave.  He pulled it until only the head was gripped tightly and then pushed down with all of his strength.  He knew that it would be a difficult path to push all eight inches of his big cock into her almost virgin asshole in one painful push, but he wanted to hear her scream.  He was not disappointed.  He could feel it push aside all defenses of her body as it tore into her asshole, stretching and tearing to reach its destination deep inside her colon.  Her head pulled back as she screamed, a gut wrenching scream that scared her mother next to her.


            “OOOOOWWWW, OOH, GOD, its tearing me apart,” Becky screamed as her asshole went from empty to full in less then one second.  His cock ripped through her body, scraping painfully along her anal tract as it tore into her, her stomach cramping as it filled her colon with his hot, pulsating cock.  Her breathing became shallower, unable to fill her lungs before he ripped his cock from her asshole again, this time allowing the head to pull from her asshole.  It felt like he tore her body apart as her ass pucker stayed open, a gaping hole in her once virgin ass. 


            Steve watched as her asshole slowly began to close.  When it was half way closed, he fisted his cock again and pushed it against her shrinking asshole.  He pushed with a grunt, her asshole unable to stop the raping cock, pushed aside again, stretched tightly around it as it raped deep inside her again.  All eight inches of steel cock shoved into her delicate asshole in less then two seconds.  Another scream burst from her lips, her sobbing heard from all in the room, her body jerking around atop the vaulting bench.  “You like getting ass fucked, Becky.  Your asshole was made for it, hot and tight.” He pulled his cock out again, then back in again, hearing her breathing, rapid and gasping, unable to catch her breath, his cock punishing her asshole painfully.  “So tight, such a good little girl you are Becky.”  His hips began to blur as he fucked her faster and faster, his stomach slapping against her ass cheeks, his large, hanging balls slapping under her and against her pussy.


            Sara was shocked back to reality by her daughter’s screams.  She could see the big cock fucking in and out of her asshole and knew it was painful.  But she had her own problems.  Michael continued to clit slap her. The two fingers were slapping her harder and harder, her clit swollen in pain, giving him a bigger target.  She kept jerking back onto his cock, feeling it twitch inside her pussy each time as he kept it buried deep inside her.  She did not know how much longer she could stand it.  The fingers were relentless, returning each time in a predictable pattern, never missing, always harder.  Her pussy began to spasm on the cock inside her, forced to grab it and milk it.  She could feel a stirring beginning, something she had not felt in a while and she was afraid of it.  She felt like she might have an orgasm.   Please, don’t make me cum, please I don’t want them to see that they are doing this to me, she thought.  But the more she tried to hide it, the more it became prevalent.  The fingers continued to drum on her clit.  The hard slapping of his fingers, the enflamed bud reacting, getting harder and bigger, her hips bucking back each time they slapped it, her pussy tightening in pain on the huge cock buried inside her.  Her body began to tremble, slight tremors running through it as her pussy massaged the cock that stretched it open so wide.


            Michael saw the change in her body, feeling the way she began to fuck back on his cock, even though he kept it still, buried deep inside her pussy.  He ran his hand up her back, feeling the layer of sweat forming on her body.  He let his hand slide back down towards her ass, feeling her body clenching and unclenching on his cock as he continued the hard slapping of her clit.  “You like the cock inside you, don’t you Sara.  Watch Becky get fucked up her ass.  See Steve’s big cock pushing inside her.  It hurts her, but she will soon learn to like it, just like you are learning to like getting fucked.  Even my fingers slapping your clit are beginning to feel good.  See his cock going inside her asshole, it feels just like this,” his finger pushing down between the cheeks of her ass until he reached her delicate, tiny asshole.  It was a small star on a sea of pink flesh.  It was a light brown, the tiny pucker opening and closing as her muscles clamped on the cock inside her.  He pushed his finger onto her pucker and let the pressure slowly force itself into her, feeling her squirm as it opened.  “Yes, like that, your tiny flower opens for my finger.”  He pushed his finger in deeper, feeling her clench on the digit as he ground it into her rectum, twisting it from side to side.  “Tight and hot, I like that.”


            Sara felt the finger running over her asshole, watching as Becky’s asshole gripped the huge cock stretching it open.  It was an angry red, forced to stretch wider then it had ever before to allow the cock to fuck it.  Hands held Becky’s hips tightly, moving them side to side, forcing her to fuck the cock in her asshole.  Sara arched her back up as she felt a finger pierce her asshole, a gasp of pain coming from her lips.  The fingers continued slapping her clit, her body now tightening down on the cock and the finger inside her.  She could feel his knuckles as they rubbed harshly inside her rectum as the finger corkscrewed inside her asshole.  She moved her hips, back and forth, clamping on the twin probes in her body.  “Oh, God, yes,” she cried out, a second finger now joining the first, opening her asshole wider, the pain mingling with the clit slapping she was receiving.  “Oh, harder,” his fingers hitting her clit harder now, her hips bucking around on the apparatus, “fuck me, please, you must.”


            Becky could not believe her ears.  Was her mother asking him to fuck her?  Were they going to make her cum like they first did to her?  “AAAAAHHHHH, OOOWWW,” the pain continuing.  She felt her asshole burning as they cock continued to sodomize her.  Any lubrication that her mother had provided was now gone.  All she felt was the rasping of his hot weapon in her backside.


            “Great asshole, Becky.  So hot and tight.  You ready to make me cum, Becky?  Squeeze my cock with your asshole and it will be over soon.  I will fill your hot asshole with my cum.  In not, I will continue to fuck you.  I can wait.”  He pushed in hard, changing the angle of his cock, the head banging against the walls of her asshole.  He felt her body jerk in pain.  He pushed again, slamming against the sides instead of shooting straight down with his cock.  “You ready Becky, ready to make me cum.  Show mommy what a slut you are.  Make me cum with your asshole.”


            To Becky, it felt like she had been sodomized for hours, even though it had only been twenty minutes.  Her body ached from the bondage, her head dizzy from being upside down and the pain was excruciating.  It felt like his cock was a lead pipe, jammed in and out of her asshole, so hard and unyielding as it forced aside all of her defenses and ravaged her young body.  She felt a burning from between her legs, the pain from the rape of her pussy, mixing with the rape of her asshole to leave her body one mass of pain.  She could not continue for much longer.  She had to stop the rape.  She had to make him cum.  She knew that when she started milking his cock with her asshole, it would hurt her more.  And when he dumped his cum inside her, the salty semen would burn her asshole.  But she had to end it.  She grunted as she squeezed the muscles in her asshole, feeling the cock gripped tightly within her.  He dragged his cock from her asshole painfully.  She relaxed her asshole as he raped back in again, filling her asshole with the ravaging cock.  Once seated firmly in her colon, she squeezed again and the painful dragging of his cock out of her began again.  She clenched her mouth tightly from the pain, her fingers curled into a fist as she bore down on it.  “Hurry, cum in me, hurry.”


            Steve could not believe the pleasure this little teenager was giving him.  She clenched his cock so tightly that it was almost painful for him to pull out of her asshole.  “It looks like Mommy made a real slut with Becky.  She is fucking my cock so nice with her asshole, just like a real whore.  And it sounds like Mommy is going to cum.  The whole family are nothing but cum sluts.”  He continued to fuck Becky, hearing her groans and grunts as he sodomized her brutally.  He wanted her to remember.  To remember because they would soon be back for another round.  Yyess, here it comes, slut, suck all of my cum out.”  He pushed his cock inside her with all of his strength, burying it deep inside her colon as he began to shoot her full of cum.  He felt her asshole grip it, his head expanding as it shot out the first load. 


            “OOOWW,” the last push felt like he was trying to jam it out her mouth.  It went in deep inside her colon, her stomach cramping in excruciating pain.  She clamped down on it.  She felt the cock expand, growing bigger, knowing that he was about to cum.  She felt his cum shoot out, the hot cum filling her colon.  She tightened again and was rewarded with a second load, her colon filling fast with the large amount of cum he was dumping in her body.  “AAAGGH,” his cock flexing inside her, igniting a fresh batch of pain.  Another load of cum followed, her colon now feeling hot as it rapidly filled with his sperm.  She gritted her teeth and flexed her asshole onto the cock as it shot a final load inside her.  “Thank God,” she sighed as she felt the cock begin to shrink.  She felt it pull from her asshole, feeling like gasoline was poured on her as the salty sperm burned her asshole.  She felt her asshole grip the head and then a large pop as it pulled from her asshole.  She slumped onto the vaulting bench, exhausted and in pain.  Her body felt like it was torn beyond repair.  She felt a hand slap her ass hard, yelping in distress.


            “Great fuck, Becky.  You’re missing Mommy dearest.  Sounds like Michael is making her cum.”  Both turned to see Sara, Michael starting to fuck his huge cock in and out of her pussy, the slurping sounds of a very wet pussy ringing out in the room.  His fingers continued to slap Sara’s clit, the pain mixed with the pleasure of the fucking.


            “Cum on my cock, Sara, show Becky what a slut you are.  She’s all fucked out, but she wants to see you cum.”  His fingers continued to molest her clit, her pussy clenching and unclenching on his cock as he began to fuck her hard.  Forcing her to take all eight inches of hard, rock cock in each punishing thrust.  “Here it comes, Mommy, cum with me, cunt.”  He pumped his cock deep inside her, burying it deep in her pussy and began to unload his cum.  He felt her cum at the same time, her pussy gushing out, covering his cock with her slippery cum.


            “Oh, God, yeeess, I’m cummming,” yelled Sara, not caring if Becky heard her.  The pleasure had taken over her senses, not even the pain stood in her way.  In fact, the pain increased her pleasure.  She was bound and raped against her will and she could not do anything about it.  Now he was forcing her to cum.  “YYYYEESS,” she could feel her pussy shoot out onto the cock buried inside her.  She knew that she must have been soaking him.  This had never happened to her before, not this much cum.  She felt him unload his cum in her super heated pussy, spraying her down, filling her with his heavy cream.  She jerked about onto the apparatus, his fingers still drumming on her clit, now so sensitive, dragging another cum from her body.


            Michael slowly dragged his cock from her pussy, Sara still gripping him tightly as he did.  He pulled it from her, cum dripping down from between her legs, running down her thighs.  He slapped her pussy from underneath, a scream tore from her lips as her body lifted up from the painful slap.  “Great fuck, Mommy sure is a cum slut.”  He looked over at Sara, seeing her slumped over in exhaustion.  “Let’s tie them up for later, Steve, it will take me a half-hour before I am hard again.”


            Michael and Steve made quick work of Sara and Becky.  They were so exhausted from their rapes that they do not fight as they were released from their bench and apparatus and pushed over to the large bed in the corner.  They were quickly tied with thick, horsehair roped.  Their wrists were tied tightly to their ankles, forcing them to bend their knees.  They were rolled to their sides, facing each other and then Michael and Steve left.


            “I’m sorry, baby,” Sara said to Becky.


            “It’s not your fault, Mom.  They are evil.  Are we going to get out of here?”  Becky searching for answers.


            “I don’t know, baby, we will just have to do what we can to survive and hope they will find us missing and search for us.  I don’t know where we are, so I’m not sure if they will be able to find us.  But don’t give up hope.”  Sara looked over at Becky.  Here was her eighteen-year-old daughter, naked, bound and now thoroughly fucked.  And she was not doing much better.  “Rest for a bit, baby, they said they were going to be back soon.”


            “I don’t know if I can stand much more, Mom.  They hurt me so much.  They seem to enjoy punishing me with their cock.”  She closed her eyes, trying to shut out all of the awful pain. 


Chapter 4

Torture Equipment


            The bed was enormous.  It was a four-poster bed, but the posts went from the floor up.  They must have been at least 6 inches in diameter with large wooden balls on the top.  The top had a canopy, also made of wooden slats spaced out at one foot intervals.  This bed was made especially for bondage.  Sara was on the bed on her side, her wrists tied together, her arms stretched out and bound tightly to the top left corner head of the bed.  One leg was tied with a heavy rope and stretched out until it reached the back right corner of the bed.  The other leg was also roped, but the rope was pulled up to one of the center slats in the canopy, dragging Sara’s leg at a right angle to her body, shooting straight up into the air.  Her sex ached, her legs split harshly.  But that was the least of her problem.  Michael had rodded his cock up her asshole and this is where it sat.  A hard log stretching her anal track painfully, twitching inside the hot and tight confines of her asshole.


            Her predicament was bad, but Becky’s was worse.  She was bound, not just tied up but bound and spread.  Her arms were pulled out at right angles to her body, each arm pulled tightly to the two upright poles on each side of her.  Her arms were pulled backwards, Becky unable to bend them without breaking her elbows. They were stretched tightly, the muscles in her arms taut, her wrists secured tightly into the metal bands on the posts.  Her arms were pulled at waist level, forcing Becky to bend painfully at the waist.  Her ass was thrust out behind her, as if begging for a rapist to take her.  Her hair was pulled up into a bun and two small ropes were wrapped around it and then the ropes were pulled back to the large wooden supports, thrusting her head up and straight ahead.  Her legs were spread wide, almost tearing her up the crotch.  They were attached to a similar set of posts, except placed behind her at least three feet.  Like her arms, they were spread as far as humanly possible, the only goal was an extreme spread, opening her sex to whatever they desired.  Pain, her pain was of no consequences.  She had to stand on her tip toes, her ankles trapped in the metal cuffs.  The muscles on her calves stood out, stretched painfully to maintain her precarious position.  With her head forced painfully up in the air, her breasts hung down, unprotected. 


            This was the position Steve wanted Becky in.  He was going to whip her, wanting to hear her screams of pain.  And her tits were going to be first.  His cock jutted out in front of him as he walked up to Becky, his cock bumping against her face.  He rubbed it over her cheeks and lips, small slimy trails of cum sticking to her features.  “Comfortable Becky, I just love the way your body is bound.  Look what it does to my cock.  I’m going to whip you, you realize that don’t you.”


            “AAAAAHHHH,” Sara screamed as Michael gave her a painful fuck with his cock, jamming against the side of her anal tract, making her stomach cramp in pain.  It had taken over ten minutes to get Becky and Sara bound.  Michael was finished first and had brutally shoved his cock into her asshole, tearing her back passage as it was forced to accept the inhuman sized weapon.


            “Look at your mother getting ass fucked.  You remember how that feels, don’t you.  How good it felt to get a big, hard cock to stretch your asshole,” he laughed.


            He moved behind her, his hands running freely over her body, the tight bondage preventing all movements from Becky. “I’m going to whip you, whip you hard.  First your tits, then your ass and finally your pussy.  I have such nice bondage equipment to use that will make different parts of your body readily available to the whip.  I am an expert with a whip and you will be surprised at places I can reach with the tip of the whip.  And you will be surprised at the pain I can inflict on your delicate body.  I’m not going to gag you this time.  We want to hear your screams, especially your mother.  She is going to be ass fucked by Michael while they watch you.” 


            Becky’s body ached from the tight bondage and spread of her limbs.  “Fuck me, fuck my pussy, fuck me in the ass again, just don’t whip me,” she cried out.  She did not think she could stand the pain.


            “Oh, I will fuck you Becky, and yes, I will fuck you in the ass again.  I love that tight asshole. But first I am going to whip you raw.  If you thought the fucking was bad last time, this time it will be worse.  Your pussy and asshole will be skinned raw.  You are going to jump around and give me a good fuck.  But first a good whipping to get my cock real hard.  Scream all you want, Becky, my cock hardens with your screams.”


            “AAAGGGH,” Steve stretching Sara’s anal tract painfully with hard fucks, his big cock testing all of her, making her stretch wide to take the bulbous head plunging ruthlessly into her.  She felt like had she had to vomit, her stomach doing flip flops as her asshole was hammered.  Her crotch felt torn, his fingers and hands roaming freely over her bound, naked body


Sara watched as Michael grabbed a braided leather strapper.  It was made specifically for the breasts, its string is exquisite and lingers afterwards.  Becky’s eyes opened wide when she saw the strapper. 


Michael heard noise coming down the hall.  “Sorry Steve but I think you will have to whip her later.  But both of them will come in handy.  I almost forgot that I have a customer coming in today.  As you know, we also sell the latest bondage and torture equipment.  It helps pay the bills and it keeps us in a good supply of all the latest equipment.  Mr. Smith, John Smith,” laughing as he said that, they’re all called Smith, “is the owner of the largest chain of BDSM houses in the world.  In fact, we supply some of the girls.  He heard about some of our top of the line equipment and has made a special trip to see them.”


Becky looked over to the door as Mr. Smith came in, “help us, they raped us!” she shouted. 


“Why of course they did my dear, that is what they get paid for and I’m sure that you were a delightful fuck,” laughing.  “Hello Michael, is this Steve, your new protégé?”


“Yes it is, Steve, this is Mr. Smith, John Smith.  Is that your son, John Jr.?” laughing as he said it.  “Is he in the business?”


            “Yep, just graduated from Harvard with an MBA.  Going to take over the business in a couple of years.  Knows quite a bit about it already and loves the fringe benefits.  Takes after me, has a cruel streak about women.  So who is the big mouthed cunt?”


            “That bent over one is Becky and the one that has my cock up her ass is Sara.  A nice mother/daughter combination that we just captured yesterday.  Just starting to break them in.   Becky has been raped in the pussy and asshole, but she’s barely broken in.  Steve was just about to start whipping her, starting with her tits, but I think they both might enjoy being models.  We can use them to highlight some of the features of our equipment.  Feel free to jump in and use them anyone you want.  They are for sale, after all.”


            “Mighty hospitable of you, Michael.  I love that bed.  So massive and so many different ways to tie up the victim.  I see you have Sara spread very nicely.  Hello Sara, are you enjoying your ass fucking?  I bet your legs really hurt from being spread so far.  Feels like it goes to rip your pussy up the middle?”


            “Help us, please, they are hurting us,” Sara begged.


            “I might have to try out the pair, I love the way they beg.  My customers would love to break them of that habit.  I might just have to fuck Sara before I leave, I’m sure Junior would love a piece of Becky.  She looks really tight, even after Steve fucked her.”


            Michael pulled his cock out of Sara.  “Sorry Sara, but business calls, I’ll have to finish your ass fucking later.  Or maybe Mr. Smith will.  This bed has an added bench.  Let me show you.”  He got up from the bed, leaving Sara still bound tightly.  At the foot of the bed, he opened a door and slid out a bench.  “Mind untying Sara while I get this ready?”  While he got it ready, Mr. Smith released Sara from the bed.  His hands roamed freely over her body as he did, fingering her asshole and pussy, pinching her nipples and sticking his fingers in her mouth.  “How old did you say this pair was?


            “Sara is 36 and little Becky just turned 18.  Sara has a great body for her age and Becky is just peaking.  Becky doesn’t have much experience, but we are working on expanding her horizons.  She took real hard to the rape of her pussy and just about climbed the walls when her asshole was raped.  They both sucked cock like pros.”


            The bench came out from the end of the bed, attached to the larger bed with a large wooden beam.  The bench was padded, with ½ of the bench adjustable from laying flat to sitting up at a 90 degree angle.


            Mr. Smith pushed Sara towards the end of the bed where the bench was, his hands slapping her ass, forcing her along.


            “Over here Sara, sit down on this nice bench, see how comfortable it is,” helping her onto the seat.  Arms out to the sides, see how the cuffs snap into the rings on the pole.  There are rings every six inches, from the bottom to the top, giving an almost unlimited variety of bondage.  See how well she is presented, her arms almost out parallel, her breasts unprotected.  The adjustable back can be used to push her breasts out to whatever you desire to do.  Now the best part.”


            Sara felt them both each grab and ankle and pull them up and back.  Her legs were spread obscenely, her pussy opened wide.  Higher and higher her legs went, now over her head before they finally secured them to each respective side.   They were doing it again, forcing her legs so wide that she thought they would tear her open.  “Please, don’t,” her sex displayed openly.


            “How do you like that, open and spread in less then a minute and our dear Sara is comfortable and ready for whatever you desire.”  He slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand, a muffled sound resounding in the room.  “You could spank or whip her pussy and she wouldn’t be able to move away from it.”  He spanked her pussy again, “you like that Sara, like your pussy spanked?”


            “OOOW, not there, you shouldn’t hit a woman there.”


            “Give me a hand, higher up this time,” letting the backrest fall back until Sara was flat on her back.  The cuffs were opened and her ankles were pulled up higher, her body drawn up from the bench.  Her ass and then her lower back pressed up into the air, her upper back and head the only part of her body supported on the bench.  She was almost upside down now, her legs in a wide V, her sex, both pussy and asshole, open and exposed.


            “Please, let me down, I’m getting dizzy,” Sara almost upside down, the blood rushing to her head.


            “This is an especially good position to whip her pussy or her asshole.  And the upside down position makes her all the more vulnerable.”  He slapped down on her pussy, the flat of his hand making solid contact with her spread pussy, slapping between her pussy lips to hit the tender pink insides.


            “I like this one, do you have a more modern one, maybe metal tube instead of wood?


            “Yes, it’s all chrome, with the usual metal rings.”


            “I’ll take that one.  It’ll go good in my house in France.  It has more of a futuristic theme to it.  What do you have next?”


            “How about benches and chairs?  It’s in the other room, Steve already has Becky in there, hopefully already cozy in some nice piece of equipment.  This might be a good place for Junior to play with her a little while she is bound.”


"Ah, I see Steve has picked one piece that will be of special interest to you.  I know how much your customers like to make their victims scream when they fuck them, but most do not have the size cock that will do it.  This will give them the added advantage and will make them satisfied customers.  It’s called the Upright Bench.  This is another solid wood piece.  You will notice that it is nothing more then a wooden table stood up at a right angle to the floor, hence its name.  There are wooden supports on the bottom to given it the stability needed to keep it upright.  The victim’s arms are secured sticking straight up into the air next to each other.  There is what looks like bookshelf ledges about 1/3 of the way up from the floor.  This is for securing the females legs."


"Steve, put little Becky into it.  Maybe Junior would like a few practice strokes with his cock in her pussy."


"Over here Becky," pulling her towards the bench.  "Junior is going to ride your pussy a little, you don't mind do you, maybe he can make you cum again," laughing at her misfortune.  He pushed her up against the back of the bench, "raise your arms up, all the way up, Becky," watching as she submissively complied.


Becky could feel her body being manipulated again, the metal rings in the bench holding her arms tightly to it.  Her arms were pinned back, unable to move.  She felt Steve's hands reach down to her breasts, thrust out and unprotected, his fingers pulling on her nipples, making them get hard.  "Look at them nips, so big and hard, think maybe Becky is a pain slut.  I think we have a few things to test out the theory, what do you think Becky, you get off on the pain?"


"No, I hate what you're doing to me," closing her eyes, not wanting to see all of the men staring at her naked body.  It was humilating what they were doing to her and her mother, stripping them naked, raping them, spreading them open in obscene positions.  And now, these strange pieces of equipment, their only purpose to spread them so that they could be sexually tortured.   She could not believe that there were men that would do this, could not believe that it could happen to them.


"Now for her legs, want to give me a hand Junior, grab the other one and place it on the shelf, yeah, that's good, see how she spreads out so nicely.  Take that two inch dowel and place it in the hole in front of her leg, which will trap her leg behind it.  It is two feet tall and very sturdy, there is no way she can rise up over it.  You don't even need to tie her down.  Now isn't that a beautiful sight?  Now tighten the belt around her waist, make it real tight.  See how it sucks in her stomach, tighter Junior.  It's best when it makes it difficult for her to breathe."


Junior stood behind her spread legs, "don't close your eyes, Becky, that's a good girl, look at me.  She is a very beautiful girl," his hands running up her spread thighs, "and look at that young pussy.  You might have fucked it, but look how tight she still is," his fingers running up and down her slit, shoving one finger into her vagina.  "Her pussy grips my finger so tight.  Do you like that, Becky, do you like your pussy played with?"


"So what else does this do, Michael?" Junior asked.


"This is the best part, watch the expression on Becky's face."  Michael pushed a button and the sound of a motor began. 


Becky's mouth opened in surprise as she felt her legs being pulled farther back, the wooden dowels and the supports her legs were secured to being pulled into the back of the bench.  She pushed her ass out as the stretch of her crotch continued, hoping to release some of the pressure.


Junior stood between her legs, her sex so open.  The dowels pulled back towards the back of the bench, her legs forced to go the only way it could, outward.  Her pussy began to pull forward, but the belt around her waist prevented only limited movement.  The only thing that could happen now was that her legs would spread wider.


"Oh, God," she cried out, "you bastards, you're going to split me up the middle, stoppppp!"


"Now be careful you don't go too far or you will snap her hips, a little farther Steve.  See the way her muscles are taut, that's when you know you’re about at the maximum."


Junior ran his fingers up and down her thighs, feeling the tension in her muscles.  His fingers returned to her pussy, two fingers pushed deep inside.  "Damn, this bitch is wet," his fingers sliding effortlessly, her pussy clamping down on them once inside.


"Why don't you ride her for a bit, Junior, I think little Becky would like a nice cock.  Watch how she reacts."


Junior unbuckled his belt, slid his zipper down and let his pants slide down towards the floor.  He pulled his shorts down, his cock springing out of the confined space.  He watched Becky's eyes, staring intently at his crotch.  His hand grabbed his cock, "is this what you want, Becky?"  Teasing her with it, his hand stroking it harder.  It was not as big as Michael's or Steve's, but it was still above average, about eight inches of hard cock.


He moved closer to her, the head of his cock riding up and down her slit, gathering up the wetness.  He pushed her vulva aside, the big head pushing into her vagina, watching as it spread wide to accept the cock.  He felt her shudder as her pussy began to grip it as he humped his hips forward, jamming the head inside.  He could feel her pussy clenching on the cock head, squeezing it tightly.  "For a girl with not much experience, your pussy sure knows what to do."


Becky looked around the room, all eyes on her as she lay pinned to the bench like a butterfly on a collectors table, her sex opened for all to see.  Her eyes met her mothers, her mother trying of offer whatever compassion she could.  Becky turned from her, unable to let her mother see her like this.  All of the men stared at her, her nipples hard and pointed, her pussy gripping the head of the cock inside her, seven inches of cock still waiting to go in her hot, tight vagina.  She watched as Junior's hands moved up her body, pulling aside her clit hood to expose the swollen organ, his finger rubbing it harshly before gripping it tightly, her moans exciting him to even greater cruelty.  She could not escape the fingers, her body bound tight.


Junior moved his hands up until he cupped her large tits, his fingers plucking on her nipples as they clenched the tit flesh.


"Fuck her, fuck her hard," the other men yelled out.  That is all the encouragement Junior needed.  He tightened his buttocks and shoved his hips forward, plunging all eight inches of rock hard cock into little eighteen year old Becky's tight cunt.


You would have thought she was being killed, though I am sure that is what it felt like.  "AAAGGHHH, OOOWOWW," her face contoured in pain.  The pain in her crotch shot up to her brain.  The back of the wooden bench stopped all escape for her, a rigid barrier that prevented any movement from the raping cock.  Her body, with no place to go could only absorb the cock, the hard weapon banging painfully inside her pussy, bruising and tear where it could.  When Junior pushed in, his body rammed against her spread legs.  Her legs were already split up the middle, the maximum spread.  The force of his fuck bent them back farther, threatening to snap her hips.  Her chest heaved up and down, the thick strap around her waist preventing her from sucking in enough air.  She murmured unintelligible words, the pain too much for her to bear.


Junior could not believe how good her cunt felt.  There is nothing like fucking a girl in pain.  A body in pain fights it, the muscles tightening up, all reactions are to stop the intruder.  In this case, her pussy gripped down on the hard cock, trying to push it out.  The tight bondage prevented this, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the hard cock only exciting it and bringing more pleasure to him.  "Hot damn, what the fuck happened?"


"You like that, huh, Junior.  The heavy, rigid wooden bench would not allow any cushion to the fuck.  Your cock probably slammed and bruised her cervix.  In addition, you banged against her already painfully spread crotch, feeling like you were going to tear her up the middle as she was spread painfully more.  Her body fights you, squeezing your cock, bringing you such nice pleasure."


"Pump her a few more times, you'll get the same reaction.  Not like a regular fuck where once you open them up they're loose.  No, she'll scream and fight as much the last fuck in as the first."


Junior ran his fingers over her face, wiping the tears from her pain contoured face.  "Did you like that Becky?"


"God, please, you're killing me," even his cock twitching inside her bringing about fresh pain.  "No more, please, no more," she begged.


"Pump her again," she heard them yelling.  "Make her scream again."


Needing no further encouragement, "take a deep breath Becky, gonna fuck you hard."  He pulled his cock out until only the head was captured by her pulsating pussy then shoved back in again, a brutal rape that knocked the wind from her lungs.  While she was still screaming, he pulled out and fucked back in again, his cock hitting her cervix hard, knowing that he was bruising her tender insides.  Twice more he pumped her, her screams continuous, her pussy contractions pleasuring his cock beyond belief.  He pulled his cock out until only the head was trapped, watching her pussy spasm on the raping weapon.  "We'll take 10 of those.  Damn, we'll have so many happy customers thinking they got the mightiest weapon in the world."


Becky slumped down, finally fainting from the extreme pain.  She did not even feel Junior pulling his cock out of her pussy.


"Somebody get Becky some smelling salts.  I guess we'll use Sara for the next demonstration.  Step over here and someone get Sara."  Michael pointed to the corner of the room.


"What have you done to my daughter?" as she was released from the bench, still dizzy from being almost upside down for so long.  "I heard her screaming."


"I wouldn't worry about what we did to her, I would worry about what we are going to do to you?”  Steve dragged her into the next room.


"This is our assortment of chairs.  We have the restraint chair, the torture chair and the confession chair.  The restraint chair is a basic wooden chair.  All of these are made of wood.  We find that wood is so imposing, and they do such a wonderful job of securing the victim with little chance of escaping.  This one is the restraint chair," pushing Sara into a massive wooden structure.  The chair had wide wooden arms with metal rings in the arms, legs and back of the chair.  Sara was pushed into the chair, her head pushed against the backrest, a large metal band snapped around her neck.  "I like to make it tight, tight enough where they can barely breathe.  It cuts down on the amount of fighting they do.  They have to spend so much energy just to breathe."  Her arms were next, metal rings for her forearms and wrists attaching her bent arm onto the armrest.  Two metal rings at her ankle, two on her thighs, just above the knees kept her secure in the chair.


"As you can see, Sara is now completely immobilized.  This chair is good for making victims watch, as in the case of her and Becky, making her watch as you torture Becky.  No amounting of fighting would allow her to escape.  There is not much chance of molesting the victim while in this chair, the limbs are too close to each other, not like some of the others where the victim can be spread."


They pulled Sara out of the chair and pushed her into the next, the confession chair.  "The head is restrained by a leather strap tied around the victim’s neck.  It is attached to the upper part of the chair and can be made as tight as required.  The arms are spread straight out to the side and attached in two places, upper arm and wrist to a large plank running the width of the top.  The sheer weight of this piece and the tightness on the neck again gives the victim no chance for hope.  Another great feature of wood is that it allows you to rough up the piece, be it the back or seat, allowing the victim to get slivers in her body, often in their sex or anus.  Very painful especially if you can continue to make the victim move about."


"You can also take a more active role in molesting or torturing the victim in this chair.  Let's secure poor Sara's legs.  See, more metal rings, making for quick binding, no need to tie and untie rope.  Rings encircling her thighs and also her ankles keeps her limbs rigid.  Her arms are held up high and to the outside, giving unfettered access to her hanging breasts.  Good position for whipping or just hanging some nice jewelry on them.  Now the best part, the legs."  Michael began to pull outward on them, her legs spreading out to the side.  "You can make her sex as available and open as you desire.  From just a bit, to tease and inspire, to an obscene spread."


Sara could just barely breathe, the strap around her neck too tight.  Her arms were bound tightly to the wood plank.  She felt Michael's hands playing with her breasts, lifting them up for the others to see, talking about how they could torture and whip them.  She trembled in fear, hoping that he was just talking, and that was not what he was going to do.  Her legs were bound to the heavy wooden planks, pins and needles already prickling them as they had secured the rings tightly.  Oh God, they were spreading her open again.  She blushed as they stared up between her legs, her pink pussy gaping wide, her pussy lips open.  "No more," she begged, but they continued to spread them, her crotch beginning to ache.


"There is an almost unlimited spread of the legs, the planks will go to over 110 degrees wide, farther then the limbs will.  There is a locking mechanism to make sure the victim cannot close her legs.  One more chair which I think you will like even better.”


“This one is called the torture chair.  This is similar to the confession chair except for some positive differences.  Let’s place Sara in it and let her try it out.”  Sara was pulled from the other chair and placed in the torture chair.  “You will notice the seat has a slanted back to it, forcing the victim to the edge, leaving their sex open, from pussy to asshole.  The arms are secured to hanging rings from the end of the pillory secured to the top of the chair.  This still leaves their breasts open and unprotected.  The neck is secured within a metal ring attached to the same pillory.  I enjoy the feel of metal around the neck better then the leather strap.  So much more imposing and less give in it.  See how Sara is having trouble swallowing, the metal giving no headway.


The legs are much better then the confession chair.  A metal screw runs from the base up to the bottom of the seat.  Attached to the screw are two metal stirrups that are also attached to wooden struts at the bottom.  The screw allows for the adjustment of the width of the spread between the two stirrups.  You can go from legs together, to a complete spread that would literally split the victim up her crotch.  The victim’s thighs are placed in the stirrups, just above the knees and the metal rings are clamped shut.”  They placed Sara in the stirrups and ratcheted them open, watching as her pussy opened up like a spring flower.  Her ankles were secured with metal rings on the base, preventing any movement.  “Notice how her legs tend to bow out, the more the spread.  Makes for a lovely touch.  Notice how more open she is, her sex hanging open over the edge.  Great for some toys” 


Would you like to try out Sara, Mr. Smith?  I have a nice tool that you can use on her and watch how well she is restrained."


"What is it?"


It's called The Brutal Tool.  He pulled out a large metal device looking like a long dildo with a handle.  It stood about three feet long, looking like a giant cock, complete with a bulbous head.  It was about three inches in diameter, a very imposing instrument."


"Don't put that in my, please, it will tear me up!"


"No Sara, this wouldn't hurt much.  You might have to stretch a little to take it in your pussy, but it wouldn't tear you up.  Now this will!"  He hit a lever on the side of the dildo.  The head began to pull back on the inside, revealing a large metal ball on the end of a metal pole.  The ball was not bad by itself, but it was covered with sharp barbs, over forty of them completely encircling the ball.  "It wouldn't hurt much going in, but on the way out it will feel like it is dragging out your womb."


Mr. Smith grabbed the pain weapon, "spread her open a little more, I want it to hurt."  They grabbed her legs and pulled outward, locking in the stirrups as she groaned in pain, her legs now almost at a right angle.  His fingers reached down to her pussy and began to masturbate her, his fingers playing up and down her slit, circling her hole, rubbing over her exposed clit.  "You better get wet for me or it will hurt like hell going in, Sara."  He continued to masturbate her, two fingers now squeezed up her cunt.  "For you age, you sure are tight, didn't your husband ever fuck you?"


They all watched, entranced as Mr. Smith finger fucked Sara, watching his fingers become wet as the plunged in and out of her pussy.  Two fingers became three, stretching her open.  "Come'on Sara, get wetter, you can do it.  Your daughter did, she probably got it from you," his fingers encouraging her to cream for him.  They plunged in and out, the sound of slick fingers sliding in and out, his other hand grabbing her clit between two fingers and pinching it hard.


"OWW," she cried, her clit hurting from the sharp pinch, her pussy sucking the fingers in deeper.  When would they stop humiliating Becky and her, watching as they masturbated them for their enjoyment?


"Yeah," pinching her clit again, "that's good, just needs a little pain to get you wet.  Twist her nipples" he asked one of them.  Four fingers now sliding effortlessly in her soaking wet pussy, "look at how much cream she is putting out." 


Sara squirmed, her nipples hurt as thick fingers pinched them unmercifully, her clit swollen, clamped tightly between punishing fingers and four fat fingers fucking in and out of her pussy.  But she was so wet!


Mr. Smith pulled his fingers from her pussy, wiping them on her thighs, leaving a trail sticking to her skin.  "God this cunt can really cream.  You ready for a fucking with the punishment dildo, Sara?"


He grabbed the menacing weapon, running the head of it up and down her pussy slit, the metal glistening in the light from her wetness.  He pushed it against her hole, slowly applying pressure, watching as her pussy slowly opened to engulf the large head.  "Come'on Sara, swallow the head, that's good," her pussy grasping the three inch head tightly, stretched around it like a rubber band.  "Want me to feed you some of it?" he teased her, slowly pushing the dildo inside her, watching her pussy swallow up the instrument.


Sara almost forgot the bad part of the dildo as her pussy sucked in the hard weapon, grasping the inanimate object as if it was a lover.  She tightened up, remember the cruel barbed ball snuggled inside the head, waiting to get out and tear her sensitive flesh.  "No, don't open it up inside me, just fuck me with it closed," she begged.


Mr. Smith gave it one last push, burying it deep inside her.  He wanted her to feel it as he pulled it from her pussy. 


Sara heard the click and could feel her pussy walls collapse as the metal head retracted inward, leaving her pussy closing in on the barbs.  "NNOOO," she cried, feeling the barbs touching the insides of her pussy tract, already hurting and they did not even begin to move yet.


"Can you feel it inside you, Sara?  The only way it's going to come out is to drag painfully along your pussy, scratching and tearing your flesh as it does."  Mr. Smith gave it a sharp yank, dragging it almost all the way out of her pussy before stopping.  She screamed, even louder then Becky had, as her pussy was torn and scratched from the barbed ball.  Her legs were rigid, unable to escape, bound tightly, her pussy being abused for their pleasure.  Mr. Smith waited as she huffed and puffed, unable to catch her breath as the pain shot from her groin. 


"You're tearing me up, take it out, sloowwwly," she begged, her eyes watching his.  She tensed up when she saw him push it back in.  She could not move, her head bound tightly, her wrists anchored to the pillory, her legs, bound and rigid, spread wide.  She could only lay there, scream and take the pain as her pussy was abraded by the barbed probe slicing inside her.  Another quick jerk out and back in, the barb ball on the end pressed painfully against her cervix.


"Hold on Sara, I'm going to twist it inside you."  Before she could react he twirled the handle of the cruel instrument, seeing her body shudder in pain as the barbs twirled deep inside her pussy.  He yanked it out hard, making sure that he ran the barb ball up and down her slit, paying special attention to rubbing it over her swollen clit.   Her screams were continuous, her begging and pleading falling on deaf ears.


"I'll take one of the chairs and The Brutal Tool.  I have one club in Thailand that can use this.  They turn over the girls fairly quickly, they really abuse them bad."


"How about something like stocks, crosses or benches?  Most of my customers like the girls bent over, their assholes and pussy available from the rear.”


“I have one that is very versatile.  It is a great motivator for the girl to give the best blowjob of her life, even the reluctant ones will suck like a pro. “


“How come?”


“We will need Becky and Sara for this one.  This is called the Punishment Blocks.  It is very versatile and can be used in three different ways.”


Steve had pulled Becky over, hanging her rope bound wrists over the suspension hooks.  It was basically a large hook connected to the wall by a supported metal bar about three feet long.  It was over nine feet from the ground.  Becky groaned in pain as her entire weight was supported by her bound hands, her body hanging limply, unable to reach the ground.  Steve ran his hands around her hips, pulling her close to him, his fingers searching out her pussy, two fingers shoving painfully in as her body shook in pain.  “Got to get you wet for this one,” his fingers continuing its forced masturbation of her body.


Sara was pulled over to the punishment blocks.  The put her in the bent over position.  Her ankles were trapped in a pair of wooden stocks at the base at one end.  She was bent over, her tits resting on the wooden board sticking out from the other wooden support, this one sticking up almost four feet high.  Her arms were pulled down the wooden support until they were stretched straight out and locked in two metal clamps, one on each side.  er HHer head was pushed forward, a wooden pillory slipped into the slots in the support until it pushed painfully against her neck.   She heard the click and she knew she was trapped.


“The spread of her legs can be increased and you will notice that her breasts hang down freely and are accessible on both sides to whatever instrument you desire to use on them.  This leaves her pussy and asshole open for whatever punishment your want or make her sexually available.  Now if Steve is finished getting little Becky wet, we can show you the other uses.”


Sara was released and brought over to the other punishment block. 


“You will notice that there is a wooden, saw toothed piece that runs from a block next to where Sara’s feet were secured in the bent over position and runs up at a forty five degree angle and is secured in the large wooden support, right below where her head was clamped in.  This piece can be made as sharp or dull as you want and can also be roughed up so that it leaves slivers.  Sara and Becky will be secured in the blocks, one facing the foot stocks the other sitting on the foot stocks, each with their sex or asshole perched painfully on the saw teeth.”


“I put Sara facing the foot stocks, her arms tied behind her back and secured to the metal rings under the wooden board that her tits were resting on before.  This board now is jabbing into her back, thrusting her tits out, arching her back painfully.  Her ankles are pulled back and secured to the same rings that her wrists were previously, her knees on the base, but her ankles up higher, forcing her body to lean forward.  Her sex is riding on the wooden saw teeth and as you can see from the grimace on her face, it is very painful.  Any movement, and her pussy would be torn by the sharp teeth and she could be inspired to move about with a nice whip.”


“Becky is suffering the same fate, but under different circumstances.  She is facing the large wooden support, but sitting on the low wooden stocks that held Sara’s feet the first time. Her ankles are secured just like Sara’s, in the rings at the base of the wooden support.  Her arms are pulled forward and secured to the rings under the wooden board.  Her body is leaning backwards, the pull of her ankles greater then those on her wrists.  This results in her asshole resting painfully on the saw tooth blades.  Again, movement inspired by a whip would make a very painful experience for Becky.”


Becky watched her mother and knew what she was experiencing.  They had gagged them both first before subjecting their sex to the painful saw tooth blades.  The screams would have been too loud.  They both moved about on the painful teeth, unable to sit still and suffer the painful cutting of their delicate sex, but only succeeding to do more damage. 


“We also have a wide selection of crosses.  They are high quality, wooden crucifixes, with a wide variety of designs, depending on your purpose.  The victim can be affixed in the standard “X” spread, there limbs attached to each piece, with the “X” adjustable as to spread.  The victim can also be hung by her wrists, a painful position with her legs bent at the knees and pulled up and tied behind her.  Her legs would still be spread obscenely, but it leaves her with all of her weight supported by the painful wrist bondage.  You can also turn her upside down, her legs spread wide, a beautiful position for pussy whipping.  You can get a lot of force in each blow.  Such a lovely sight to see the victim shaking the cross as she endures each punishing blow.  It also has a tendency to dis-orient the victim, the blood rushing to her head making her dizzy.  We even have one that allows the victims limbs to be twisted at angles, either the arms or legs, making for the victims sex or breasts to be thrust out prominently.”


“My favorite is the drill. Steve, put Sara on it.  You will notice that it looks like a circular lathe.  A large metal support with a large metal tube sticking out at a right angle to the end.  This tube is over six inches in diameter and is built to support the weight of a female.  A large circular metal disk is secured around the female’s waist securing her tightly to the tube, she rides it like a horse, her legs encircling it.  A chain is attached to the tube and at the other end a ring secures around the females neck, keeping her firmly bent over the tube.  A metal bar from the neck ring back along her back has two additional smaller rings to attach to her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her, the rigidity of the bar keeping her arms up high.  This is important because right beneath her hanging breasts is a metal plate that has large, upright metal nails.  The neck and wrist bondage pushes her tits into these nails at all times.  The unique part is the leg bondage.  Instead of securing the legs with rings or ropes, we have designed simple small buckets, like water buckets.  They are secured by a metal pole at right angle to the metal tube and hang down about a foot.  It a simple, ingenious device.  The female’s knees are pushed into the buckets, with some force.  Once in, the base can be tightened with two wing nuts to make the top constrict tighter.  This leaves the females legs bent tightly, her legs thrust out behind her.  You do not even have to secure her ankles, the buckets prevent her from opening her legs.’


“As you can see by the pained look on Sara’s face, I failed to mention one thing.  At the end of the tube, where her sex is, there is a large metal round ball, slightly larger then the tube.  On this ball are some very sharp and painful barbs sticking out over two inches.   With the leg bondage and the way she rides the tube, like a horse, her thighs trap the ball between her legs and into her open sex.”er H



“Now she can be upright, or you can turn the handle and make her upside down, with her body underneath the tube.  One last attachment.  We have a second apparatus, like another lathe, this time it only has a smaller tube on it, with a handle to make it spin.  You can attach a variety of dildo’s to it, as you can see from this one, called the “pussy ripper” it consists of a sharp metal corkscrewing blade, followed by four rows of metal ridges.  You just slide up behind the bound victim, push in and twist.  Both pieces are made to stand the violent shaking that would ensure when inserted in the victims pussy or asshole,”


“I see that you are running out of time, but let me show you some of the better pieces.  We have some very modern bondage machines.  Long metal poles that have devices to hold all of the victim’s limbs tightly against it.  They have movable joints, allowing to place the victim in whatever position you want her in, from on her back, legs spread wide, arms out, to upright, legs together.  We have a table that has metal clamps in the corner to secure the victim to, but in the center is a ridged board running the width of the table, about twelve inches high.  When the victim is secured on her back it forces her sex up and out.  On her stomach, her ass is arched up high.  Both positions allow for easy access to her sex organs.  This piece is good for fist fucking either the pussy or the asshole.”


“We also have wheels, various types, each attaches the female to it, either forwards or backwards and by spinning it around or up and down you can lower and raise her onto various pieces like spiked dildos, or onto spiked rollers.  Her own weight carries her down on the instruments.”


“My favorite is the horses.  We have a variety, from ones where the victim is forced to ride large dildos to ones where her sex is spread and sits on some form of sharp ridge or saw toothed blade.  Most uses the females own weight to induce the pain but others are built to draw the legs down over the device.”


            “Let’s go into the office and talk some business.  I see that Junior has already chosen his favorite.  I see he has little Becky bound face down on a spiked torture rack.  I love they way he put her legs in the maximum spread of the wooden stocks.  That must be really splitting her up the middle.  Her arms are pulled up and I see him drawing in the ropes, stretching her body until it is almost broke.  Look, he turned on the spikes underneath her slowly, the spikes moving in a slow painful circle, scratching against her tits, stomach and pussy.  Look at her jump.”


            “We added a special spike where it would rub against her pussy.  It is about two inches higher then the others.  Every revolution it comes around and pushes extra deep inside the pussy lips and gouges the inner pussy.  Watch as junior jumps on her back.”


            Becky was in such terrible pain.  The gag prevented her screams, but the pain was so terrible.  It felt like her nipples and stomach were being sandpapered.  Her pussy was bad enough with the spikes, now she felt the large ones rip between her lips and tear her inner flesh.  She felt weight on her back, a naked body, a hard cock rubbing up and down her ass crack.  She could not turn around to see who it was, all she could do was feel as a large cock was thrust suddenly up her backside, raping her anal passage.  It forced her into the spikes, increasing her pain.


            “Don’t fuck her, wait for the large spikes,” Michael told Junior.


            He did and was pleasantly surprised when she fucked up on her own onto his cock, driving it deeper into her asshole.  The pain forced her asshole to clamp on the cock inside her, massaging the huge rod. 


            “Just let her ride you until you cum.”  Michael and his father left the room, Junior getting the fuck of his life.


            Steve grabbed Sara and dragged her over to some of the equipment.  “I still have to finish that ass fuck.”


Chapter 5

 Slaver Auction



            Michael gathered all of his employees to make an announcement about the upcoming auction.  “We’ve had a great month.  We collected six girls and it is time to sell them and collect our money.  First we have the mother/daughter pair, Sara and Becky.  These are our prizes, they should easily fetch upward of $500,000, with their blonde hair, the Japanese buyers will love them.  Mom is in great shape for her age and, at eighteen, Becky will be loved for her tight body, even after the fucking she has been subjected to.


            “Then we have the two girls Steve picked up jogging in Florida, Lyn and Michelle.  Not bad for his first catch.  These two really take care of their bodies.  And tight?  They might have fucked before, but nothing on them is worn out.  There’s Lyn, who had been a virgin in her asshole.  She squealed like a pig when she was sodomized.  These two were made for a rape or some nice torture party.  The Arabs will love them; you know how much they hate Americans and love to take it out on the women.


            “Last are the two twenty-year olds from Atlanta, Jacqueline and Charlotte.  Buyers go crazy over identical twins.  You could fuck one until you wear her out and then turn over and start all over on the other, making her scream just as loud as first, almost as if they were one.  And nothing turns on buyers like making them have girl sex, twins are so unique, almost like eating yourself,” he laughed.


            “We are going to extend things this year, bring some new life and excitement to the process.  We will have the auction on Sunday, which will allow buyers to use our facilities for three days to play with their new purchases.  Our torture chamber with all that lovely bondage equipment and furniture has always been popular.  And then there is the “headmaster’s office,” which I’m sure will be a nice place for the twins.  Customers will love to cane those beauties as they are bent naked over the massive desk, twin ripe derrieres to feel the pain of the cane.  Many of our customers have asked for instructions in using some of our more extensive torture furniture and equipment so I will be available to help them “break in” their new purchase.


            “We must make sure our stock of girls is presented in the most advantageous positions in order to maximize the price we will get for them. They are not to be used for at least three days prior to the auction.  I want them looking pink and fresh to our buyers.  And make sure while they are on the stage they are sufficiently decorated with some nice jewelry.  We have some nice silver nipple clamps and pussy clamps.  Use weights, as it makes the pussy so desirable when the lips are pulled down.  And the buyers especially love their groans of pain.  Obedience must be maintained.  While our customers do like some reluctance, we don’t want any insolent behavior, so make sure you have necessary equipment to enforce compliance.  I suggest the electric probe, a small whip or a cane.”


            “Any questions?”


            “Are the potential bidders going to be afforded the opportunity to try out the girls?”  Steve asked, never attending an auction before.


            “They will have limited access to the girls.  All of our bidders have been prequalified, so we don’t have anyone attending just to play with the girls for free.  The $10,000 bidder’s fee takes care of that.  But one of us must always be in attendance; we don’t want them damaging the goods.”


            “No more questions?  Well thank you, gentlemen, for a great month.  After the auction we will split up the proceeds.  With your help, we will maximize the take and the girls will be off to their new life, whatever that might bring them.”


            Lyn could not believe what had happened during the past two weeks.  It was like a bad nightmare, but each day she woke up, it didn’t go away.  Michelle and her had been jogging, something they did frequently.  Michelle was her best friend, having met over 15 years ago.  While she was three years older, they had common interests.  Well, almost.  Michelle had always been bolder with regard to sex.  While Lyn had a great body, nice long legs, firm ass, great set of tits and big nipples, Michelle was the one that always got the guys and, in some cases, the girls.  She had done threesomes, two girls and a guy.  Michelle had tried to get her to join one time, even going as far as trying to kiss her, but when Lyn backed off, Michelle never broached the subject again.  Lyn dated great guys, but lately that had not been enough.  They were too great.  Gentle, romantic and caring.  But boring.  Just once, wouldn’t someone fuck her hard?


            Well you certainly got your wish come true, she thought to herself.  Since she had been captured, she guessed that would be the correct word, that’s all she’d gotten.  Hard fuckings.  Worse than that, she had been repeatedly raped.  To make matters even worse, she had been forced to help in her own rapes.  That really was the worst part, made to beg them to rape her, made to suck their cocks to get them hard again so they could rape her repeatedly.  They just seemed never to stop.  And, there was the size of their cocks.  She had never seen any that big, never mind felt one inside her.


            They had been jogging along the beach that day, dressed in spandex shorts, low-cut tees with sport bras.  God, they’d looked great; spandex clinging to their asses and pussies.  You could almost see their lips outlined by the stretchy material.  Her own pussy would be wet after running, excited by the looks from the guys that salivated for the firm bodies.  It had been a usual day, neither one paying any particular attention.  Hell, it was the middle of the afternoon.  How much more safe could you be?  She’d noticed the van parked next to the walkway, a little out of the way, but hardly a danger signal.  It had taken only a second.  They ran along side the van and two men jumped out from behind the hood.  Before she had even realized what had happened, a wet cloth had been placed around her mouth and nose.  She inhaled, the heavy smell infecting her.  It must have been chloroform because before she knew it her legs gave out beneath her.  She would have fallen to the ground except her captor caught her.  Not that she should be grateful.  After all, it was he who caused it.


            She’d woken up, her head pounding, her mouth feeling like it was full of cotton, which it was.  Something filled her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, dry, the cloth jammed inside soaking up all her saliva.  She had struggled to get up, unable, finding something binding her wrists behind her, her back arched up high, her arms aching from her weight pinning them beneath her.  She kicked, her ankles had also been bound, fear rushing into her system as she realized her dilemma.  She’d known immediately someone must have grabbed her and looked around the van to see Michelle similarly bound, still unconscious, her chest rising and falling with heavy breathing.  They had been inside the back of a van, the front cut off from the back by a solid wall.  She felt them moving fast, probably on a highway; she could hear the sounds of cars passing.  She’d struggled to escape, only managing to make the ropes dig deeper into her flesh, her body finally going limp, knowing it futile to waste valuable strength on the effort.  She had decided to conserve her strength.  She thought that when Michelle woke up there would be two of them.  Maybe they could somehow overpower those who took them captive.  It had been her only hope.


            Michelle had looked over at her, her eyes moving around in circles, still groggy from the drug they had given them.  Her eyes had lit up, staring, communicating, hoping to make some sense out of the terrible situation they were in.  The van had then stopped and backed up into something.  Lyn had felt the van bounce, someone getting out of the front.  The doors had opened; the bright light temporarily blinded them.


            “Well, the bitches are awake, so much better.  My cock is hard from seeing those asses bounce along as they ran.  I need to get into some pussy.”  Steve had been obviously proud of the catch; his first since training with Michael, though Lyn hadn’t learned that until later. 


“And what a pair of nice, tight, little bodies.  I can’t wait to strip them naked and see exactly what we’ve captured.”  The look on his face told Lyn he could almost feel her hot, tight pussy milking his cock.  “Come on, cunt,” he’d pick her up and threw her over his shoulder as if she hadn’t weighed a thing.  So much for fighting back and overpowering them.  She’d looked over at Michelle, her head hanging down to the floor like hers, the pounding returning.


            Everything had been upside down as they moved down a long hallway, all of the doors closed, some having bars on tiny windows.  She’d wondered if this was some kind of jail or prison.  They hadn’t looked like police and police didn’t drug people.  For the next two days, the two men had repeatedly raped them.  First, they were fucked in their pussies.  When the men grew tired of that and could no longer get the girls to fight the rape, they were turned over, legs spread wide and a hard cock ridden up their assholes.  That brought life back to them, their screams bringing so much pleasure to the men.  Especially Lyn, as she had been an anal virgin, her screams were the loudest.  When the men were no longer hard, the girls’ mouths were used to bring them back to hardness.  Then, it would be another rape.  Lyn brought herself back to her equally horrifying present. 


            The stage was now ready for the girls.  On it was an elaborate rail running overhead, which would be used to keep the girls bound tightly but still allow them to move along on the stage to wherever Michael desired them to be placed, in an manner to best show them off to the clients.  They would be brought in pairs, Becky and her mother, Sara; Lyn and Michelle; and the twins, Jacqueline and Charlotte.  The audience had already arrived, sitting in the seats, about 25 of them from all walks of life. 


There were the usual Japanese businessmen, mostly older, powerful men in their sixties that desired white, blonde Americans.  They didn’t want just to fuck them.  They liked to play with them, forcing them to perform, to do things that their Japanese wives or mistresses would not do.  Elaborate bondage and use of torture furniture were among the favorites.  Then, there were the Arabs.  Rich princes, use to having large harems, but bored with the usual Arab girls.  Their hatred of Americans made it even better, loving to torture their purchases.  Finally, there were the Russians.  New customers since the fall of communism, buying girls for the sprawling pornography industry that flourished in Russia and Eastern Europe.  Unlike in the United States, their pornography industry included rape and snuff films, and the younger the better.


The first girls up for auction would be the twins, Charlotte and Jacqueline, the prim and proper Southern girls.  Although they were twenty years old, Michael learned that they were both virgins.  He had never done this before, but he chose to keep their virginity intact, hoping to bring a larger price for such an unusual pair of girls.  They were identical twins, 5 feet 5 inches tall, long brown hair that hung down below their shoulders.  Brown eyes, pale complexions and the fullest set of lips graced these beauties.  Their southern drawl could almost make you cum when they begged.  And beg they had done a lot of since their capture.  While not raped, they were stripped repeatedly and forced to cum under expert masturbating fingers and tongues.  They had been taught that their bodies were no longer their own.


“Gentlemen, our first set of girls is Jacqueline and Charlotte, an identical pair of twins from the American south.  What makes them unusual is that they are both virgins, prim and proper Southern girls, just waiting to be taught to please.  They will be sold only as a set; I wouldn’t want to break up a family like that,” he added with an evil chuckle.  “There are many interesting things you can do with these girls together.  Imagine.  Forcing these twins to have girl sex or as part of a threesome; two exciting girls ready to please you.”  Michael spoke into a microphone as he saw the girls entering from the side of the stage, knowing all eyes were waiting to catch their first glimpse of them.  They didn’t have to wait long, the sound of shuffling feet sounding out in the room.


They were both so embarrassed as they were prodded onto the stage by the man behind them, a cattle prod in his hand, a prior sudden jab with the electrical probe on their backsides giving them a feeling of what would be in store for them if they failed to strictly obey orders.  They were wearing the outfits they were given, schoolgirl outfits, but for a girl of twelve.  They wore white, button-down blouses, tight, molded over their bra-less breasts, the buttons straining to break free.  Their perky tits were quite sufficient to stand up by themselves, their nipples pressed against the cold fabric, blue blazers temporarily hiding their hard nipples from the crowd.  They each wore blue and white plaid skirts, way too short, riding high up their thighs, a pair of white thigh-high stockings highlighting their long legs, a pair of black patent leather shoes completing the outfit, hair pulled into ponytails tied tightly in the back.


Their arms were bound high, each attached to a pulley in the track above, grouped tightly together, the guard poking them in the ass with the probe, but not shooting them, the girls bracing for another electrical shock, trembling, their nerves in shambles.  They walked slowly, forced to stand on tip toes, the pull of the rope on their arms keeping them balanced precariously, highlighting their shapely calves, as they moved in front of the almost all-male audience.  They had been threatened with a large, red ball gag if they talked, although screaming was allowed and encouraged.  The audience loved the screams of the girls.


All watched as they came into view, frightened looks on their faces, tears running down their cheeks.  With these outfits, they looked so young, something the Russians loved.  “Welcome, Jacqueline and Charlotte, though I’d be damned if I can tell the difference between you,” Michael jokingly added.  “Hold them right here for now, Steve,” watching as they faced the audience.  He moved his hand up to the cheek of one of the girls, wiping away a tear, “be a good girl or it’s the cattle probe for you,” he whispered in her ear, loud enough for the sister to hear, but not the audience.  He saw the fear in her eyes; a fear that he knew was well deserved because before the end of the day they would each lose their virginity and face much more.  “I will start with Charlotte,” looking for confirmation in her eyes, “excuse me, Jacqueline.  These girls have such lovely bodies and they respond well to humiliation.”  He moved behind Jacqueline, a knife glinting in the bright light, her eyes following the long, sharp blade.  “Don’t worry, it’s just for your clothes.  You want to show these gentlemen your lovely naked body, don’t you?”  He watched her face turn crimson in shame at the thought of being stripped naked while she hung like a carcass of beef.


Jacqueline felt the blue blazed cut quickly from her body, the slashed material fall to the ground in front of her.  She looked down, confirming that her nipples were already hard and so publicly displayed, pushing out the cold, harsh material of her blouse.


“Yes, even Jacqueline knows how nicely the blouse rubs against her nipples and makes them stick out.”  His hands reached around from behind her to slowly tickle her sides as he moved towards her breasts, feeling her jerk around on the rope, rubbing his hard cock pressed against her virgin ass.  “See how nicely she moves?  Imagine her pussy around you as she moves up and down, her silky insides massaging your hard cock inside her,” teasing the audience into bidding on her.  He felt her shudder, her ass pushing back against his as his big hands grabbed her near naked breasts, feeling her heart racing under his fingertips.  “Such firm tits, nice size, very resilient.”  His hands squeezed them, producing soft groans from her lips, squeezing harder, not disappointed, as her moans grew louder.  “Let’s show the gentlemen your naked tits, Jacqueline.  You want to do that, don’t you?”  He squeezed her breasts even harder, his fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh. 


Jacqueline nodded her head, her mouth grimacing in pain.  She felt him squeeze harder, “yes, show them my naked breasts,” she finally spit out, wanting to end the painful gripping of her flesh, never having been treated so roughly before.


“Good girl, Jacqueline,” he whispered in her ear, his hands moving down the buttons, slowly revealing the tanned skin beneath, pulling the blouse open enough to taunt the guests, but not yet completely revealing her, wanting to tease them further.  He pulled it out of her skirt, her blouse hanging to the sides.


Jacqueline looked down, the cleavage between her breasts now grossly exposed, the white skin of her twin globes highlighted by her tanned body, contrasting the colors.  Her nipples were barely covered, the edge of the blouse rubbing harshly over the hardened buds, ashamed at how they seemed to be so stimulated by the forced stripping of her clothes.


Michael pulled the blouse back, her naked breasts exposed, the ample breasts firm and tight, her nipples sitting high on her chest, the large dark areoles surrounding the pink flesh of her hardened nipples, the tips pushing out over an inch, begging to be touched.  He pushed under the flesh meat, cradling the globes in his hands, offering them to the audience.  “Have you ever seen a pair of tits like these before?”  A murmur of protests from her sister, Charlotte, gave the answer.  “Ah yes, her sister’s,” Michael proclaimed as Steve had similarly denuded Charlotte for the audience, both of the girls quickly stripped of their blouses, nude from the waist up, Michael and Steve’s hands playing over their breasts as they squirmed, fingers plucking at the nipples, teasing them harder for the audience.


Both of the girls stood there, their breasts openly fondled before a large group of men, their faces red in shame at having been so rudely treated and abused.  They heard the sound of tearing, the flimsy white blouses torn from their bodies, hands returning to play with their breasts, again.


“So firm,” Michael put his hands under her tits and made them bounce up and down, “such big, hard nipples.  For those that like to garnish their females with jewelry, clamps and weights would hang nicely from these pink buds,” his fingers returning to her nipples.  “See how she arches up,” fingers gripping nipples and pulling them up into the air, Jacqueline and Charlotte forced to move higher on their toes to keep them from being ripped from their bodies.


Michael released her nipples, the audience watching as both girls’ tits bounced on their chests.  “Look at the long legs of these girls, the white thigh high stocking accenting the tender thighs peeking out above.”  His hands moved down Jacqueline’s hips, feeling her shaking as he continued the exploration of her body.  “Would you like me to show them your pussy now, Jacqueline?”  He whispered in her ear, seeing her shaking her head no, but knowing that she couldn’t stop him from stripping them both naked.  His hands moved back to her ass, grabbing her cheeks and squeezing them tightly in his large palms.  “Such nice tight ass cheeks.  They both must work out; this flesh was made for punishment.  A paddle, whip or cane on their naked ass and thighs and these girls will consent to anything.”  He grabbed her skirt in his hand and began to move it higher up her thighs, the white flesh slowly revealed.  “Watch for the nice white panties, virgin panties,” he joked.  “Very un-sexy except they are cut two sizes too small.  They mold to all their contours.”


Jacqueline and Charlotte squirmed again as they were now being stripped below their waist, their most intimate charms soon to be boldly exposed to the lecherous men in the audience.  The forced stripping in public was far worse than what they had been subjected to thus far.  At least before, there were only two, not a large group of men.  A large mirror on either side of the stage reflected their images, Michael wanting each to see what the other saw, their skirts slowly raised above their crotches now, white panties exposed.  They felt the panties cutting into their flesh, the silky material drawn tightly between their legs, pushing apart their pussy lips and butt to contour along their sex.


Michael pulled the skirt all the way above Jacqueline’s waist.  He unbuttoned the garment, pulling down the zipper, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of her discarded clothes.  “See how the material cuts into her pussy lips?” his hands reaching down over the flat plane of her abdomen, her muscles tightening.  He seized her pussy lips, feeling her jerk back onto his hard cock in shock as she was grabbed so ruthlessly.  “Such big puffy lips, hiding that cute little virgin pussy.  Her pussy lips were made for abuse, a whip, clamps even a paddle on them will get her moving strenuously for you.”  His fingers moved over her virgin pussy, noting her fearful trembling at the ideas he was giving the audience. 


Both girls stood, clad in only the briefest of panties, their sex outlined to the audience.  At the urging of Michael and Steve, they reluctantly parted their legs, brutal pinches to their pussy lips by powerful fingers unrelenting until their legs were spaced out as wide as their shoulders.


“See how well they respond to pain?  Willing to do anything to please you and stop the infliction of pain on their young bodies.”  His hands smoothed down over her abdomen before gripping her sex, this time one fat finger pushed harshly between her pussy lips, the other gripping her between her legs almost pulling her up by her sex.  “Such a handful,” he laughed as he cupped her pussy.  “Now off with her panties so you can see that beautiful cunt.  Both girls have been shaved bald to emphasize their virginity.”  He let his hands grip the waist of her panties, “put your legs together until I pull your panties off your feet, then spread them wide again.  If you disobey, I will whip your ass raw,” he threatened Jacqueline, she nodded, terror clearly seen in her eyes.  He pulled the panties down slowly, bending down so he could slip the tight material over her hips and down her legs.  They sat in a puddle at her feet, Michael’s hand on her ass making her kick them off.  He waited, Jacqueline quickly spread her legs out again.  He could smell her pussy, the sweet smell of a virgin mixed with the sweat of fear.


Both girls stood there naked except for the thigh-high white stockings, making them feel even more naked with them on, outlining their naked sex.  Their pussy lips were clenched tightly, no peek of the pink insides, no peek of the hymen that protected their vaginas.  Their faces were beet red, forced to endure the humiliation, the leering glances of the men in the audience, some of them grabbing at their cocks pushed hard against cramped trousers.


Michael slipped his hands down the front of Jacqueline again, feeling her body shake in fear, knowing what he planned to do.  She arched her ass back, pushing forward again as soon as she felt his hard cock behind her, pushing her virgin pussy into Michael’s waiting fingers.  His fingers were not idle; quickly gripping the puffy lips and stretching them open wide.  He heard her moan in pain, spread them wider, tightening his grip as he pulled outwards.  “Look at the tender pink insides, untouched, just waiting for a hard cock to enter it for the first time.  You can be the first inside this pair of virgins, the first to make them scream in pain as you rape them with your hard, thick cock.”  He quickly turned Jacqueline around, her face now staring directly at his, his fingers gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them open.  He enjoyed the shame in her face as he encouraged the audience.  “And, just look at this virgin asshole.  A tight, wrinkled little hole, barely open.  Imagine your hard cock sheathed in her buttery insides, clenching on your organ.”  He kissed her, her face displaying shock as his tongue slid inside the hot confines of her mouth, playing lightly with her tongue.  He felt her shiver in fear when his fingers edged closer to her anus, her naked pussy rubbing against his bulging pants, his cock straining to be free of its confines.


“Let me show you how well these two will perform for you,” moving from behind her.  Both Michael and Steve grabbed a piece of hemp rope hanging down from the pulley and encircled one tiny ankle of each sister with the rope, tying it off.  “Steady now, Jacqueline,” watching as a winch slowly began to pull up on the rope, her ankle having no choice but to begin to rise, her other foot precariously trying to balance.  She cringed in pain and humiliation as her foot slowly rose higher, up past her knee, Michael making no attempt to stop the upward movement.  Higher and higher her foot went, now over her waist, her leg almost pulled straight up, her muscles straining, the pain beginning, not even concerned with how exposed her anus and pussy was becoming.


“Please,” Jacqueline begged, her crotch feeling as if she was being split up the middle, her reflection in the mirror showing how obscenely her sex was being split open.


“A little more, Jacqueline, look how nicely your pussy is opening up.  And your tiny asshole, the darkness inside giving the men a glimpse of your tightness.”  He stopped the rope when her leg was pulled up almost parallel to her body, her other foot hopping as she gently swayed, Charlotte suffering from the same obscene position.


Michael pulled their bodies closer, Jacqueline feeling the hot sweaty body of her sister pushed against hers.  They both felt a rope around their hips, Michael pulling the knot tighter and tighter, Steve positioning the girls’ bodies so that their pussies pressed against each other, one other leg thrust behind the other girl so that they criss-crossed, forcing their splayed sex against each other.  Steve gave the rope one final pull before tying it tightly together, one’s inner pussy rubbing against the other’s.


Each man grabbed a black leather paddle, tiny metal studs lining the face, the leather supple.  Michael moved behind Jacqueline, “I want you both to rub your pussies together, have girl sex until you cum.  We’ll be spanking your ass with these paddles to make you jerk back and forth.  The sooner you cum, the sooner we will stop spanking your ass.  Now, be a good girl and show these men how you will cum for them with your sister.”  Michael laughed as he moved behind her.  “Watch as they dance for you and cum.  Some lucky person will get to force these lovely sisters to have girl sex, making them eat out each other’s pussy, hopefully full of cum after they’ve been raped.”  He swung the paddle back and let it fly, hitting Jacqueline’s ass cheeks at the same time Steve’s smashed into Charlotte’s ass, their bodies jerking back and forth, their pussies rubbing up and down, the rope preventing them from escaping the grinding of their sexes.


The girls danced on the end of the paddles for over fifteen minutes, their asses red from the studs, their screams of pain deviating into pleasure as the unexpected rubbing of their pussies was having the desired effect.  It only took another five minutes before Jacqueline screamed in pleasure, followed quickly by Charlotte as her pussy was covered with her sister’s juices when Jacqueline came.  Even the pain of the paddle hadn’t deadened the sensations, their eyes tightly shut, attempting to block their public humiliation, their bodies shuddering with their orgasms. 


The bidding started quickly, the Russians first, the Japanese following next.  The Middle Eastern buyers were not that enthused with the pair, virginity in the Middle East was often taken for granted and readily found in fresh girls from the poorer villages.  No, they were saving themselves for Sara and Becky, eager to torture the American mother/daughter pair, or even better, force them to torture each other for pleasure.  The infidels would pay for what their powerful country had done to the Middle Eastern countries. 


“$400,000, going once, twice, sold to the Mr. Petrok.”  The Russians had won the bidding.  Michael was pleased with the price. 


The girls hated the results, having been told previously that the Russians would cruelly rape them for their movies.  Their faces and bodies would be spread around the world, their humiliation complete.  They were quickly ushered from the stage, crying loudly at their fate. 


Michael was eager to bring on the next pair, not wanting to lose the momentum; pleased at the high price he received for the virgin twins.  He hoped he could convince the Russians to film their rape in his “cells,” an elaborate mock up of a jail.  He would love to see the “prison guards” indoctrinate the girls with rape; maybe even take part in their debasement.


The audience quieted down as the next two girls were quickly brought out.  These were the two girls that Steve had captured in Florida, Lyn and Michelle.  Michelle was the older of the two, in her early thirties, Lyn twenty-nine.  Both were joggers and had kept their bodies in excellent shape.  Steve had found out that Lyn was an anal virgin, loving the way she screamed when he first raped her asshole, bucking around on the bed, tied, unable to stop his cock from forcing its way inside her tight passage.  Michelle was the more experience of the two, having engaged in threesomes, though with two girls and one guy.  Michael figured these two for the Japanese; they would have fun with bondage and torturing their lovely bodies, with the mother/daughter pair being bought by the Arabs.  They would love to make them inflict pain on each other.


Steve had done a good job in preparing the two for presentation, clad only in the briefest of panties that clung to every nook and cranny of their tight bodies and five-inch high heels to keep their leg muscles straining.  They were similarly hung by their wrists, their tits boldly displayed, Steve’s fingers plucking their nipples into hardness before pushing them out onto the stage.  The heat from the lights had already begun to make them sweat, the light sheen on their bodies making them look even sexier.  Michael had a different idea for these two; he needed to give the buyers some useful suggestions on how to use these bodies to the fullest.


Michael moved next to Lyn, slipping up behind her, his hands on her naked flesh, his cock pushed up against her ass.  “Do you remember when you had a hard cock up your virgin asshole?  How you screamed so loudly?  Steve said he thought he was going to cum right away, your screaming and the way your asshole fought as inch after inch of cock slid up inside your colon.  It brought him so much joy, I almost hate to sell you,” he whispered into her ear.  “But sell you I must.  Yet, I will take my turn at the pleasures of your body before you leave, though I don’t think you will enjoy it as well as I will.”  He laughed, seeing the terror on her face as his hands smoothed over her flesh, feeling her trembling in his touch.


“These two beauties were meant to be hurt,” he spoke to the audience.  “Such lovely bodies, firm and tight, ready to receive whatever pain and suffering you can dish out.  They will scream and beg, their bodies fighting you every inch of the way when you rape them, especially this one in her asshole.  It’s so hot and tight, it will milk the cum from your balls,” he laughed at the girls’ obvious discomfort.  “They are already almost naked, just their sweet cunts covered, but not for long.  Let’s warm them up a bit for your pleasure first.”  Steve handed Michael a Cat o’ Nine tails, taking a similar one himself.  Michael walked in front of Lyn so she could see the instrument he held in his hand.


“We’re going to start with their tits, since they are so prominently displayed for you.  Both girls have nice tits, Lyn having 36C’s, nice hard nipples, such nice targets for a whip.  Steve has handed me a special whip we have for sale called, the Titty Tenderizer.  It’s a Cat o’ Nine with kangaroo leather tails and an instantaneous effect wherever it hits.  It will turn these nice white breasts dark red before we are finished and make the areolas and nipples so tender to the touch.  When fucking them, just a light touch to their breasts will make their pussies squeeze tight in pain and a less subtle touch will urge a gasp of pain from their lips.”  Michael whispered into Lyn’s ear again, “I’m going to love whipping your titties, Lyn, it’s going to make my cock so hard.  Scream all you want, in fact I insist on it.  I bet I can make them bounce up and down,” he laughed.


Steve and Michael stood back, looking at the terror in the girls’ eyes as they stared at the evil whips, looking back down at their breasts, ashamed at the way their nipples were still swollen and hard, giving them such easy targets for the whip to bite into.  They looked back at the men, their eyes pleading but the only thing they saw in their eyes was lust.  They didn’t have to wait long, each whip swinging back and then forward, the whoosh as the leather strands sailed through the air, breaking the silence.  Everyone in the room waited for the sickening sound as the leather finally found their targets, the nine individual strands spreading out over the youthful breast flesh, no target safe.


Lyn was first; the leather hit her sensitive breast, not initially registering.  Then there was a sudden flash of pain, feeling like nine individual whips biting into her at different times, each carrying with it its own brand of pain.  Her nipple felt like it had exploded.  Michael, expert in the use of the whip, extracted the maximum amount of pain, sending one strand to expertly strike the tip of her nipple, the most sensitive part with the knot on the end.  The harden leather extracting a scream that tore from her throat as all watched her body shudder and shake in pain.  The rest of her breast was not neglected, two strands tearing on the large areola surrounding the nipple, the rest of the strands hitting the exposed breast with equally painful bites.  Lyn was not alone, Michelle’s scream no less strenuous, Steve having picked up the talent for beating young girls’ flesh with various instruments, loving the way he could make them sing for him. 


And sing they did.  For more than ten minutes of non-stop pain, Michael and Steve let the whips dance across their bodies, sweat pouring, tears blocking their vision, no longer seeing the whip approach, the only warning of the impending shock of pain that would dance through their bodies as they dangled from the ropes was the sound of the whip.  They screamed, their bodies twitching, the pain overcoming all other sensations.  Michelle was the first to pee, her bodily functions no longer under her control, urine running down her leg to puddle at the floor.  Michael, not to be outdone, struck Lyn’s body harder.  When she failed to respond, a quick upswing of the whip between her legs, striking her unguarded pussy got the response he wanted, urine loudly hitting the floor humiliating the girls further.  “Good girl, Lyn,” he encouraged her quietly, the whip returning to her breasts, the white flesh now a bright red, nipples swollen to twice their size, dark red, throbbing with blood.  “I control your body, I own you!” he exclaimed to her.


It was five more minutes before they stopped, the girls hoarse, the whips hitting harder, encouraging them into louder screams to please the buyers.  Michael moved toward Lyn, the whip in his hand, small splatters of blood on the black leather, her breasts showing the terrible abuse that he had inflicted on the flesh.  He let the leather whip run over her breasts, the hard leather rubbing harshly over tortured nipples, her body shuddering as she could only stand and bear the pain he continued to inflict on her.  “It made my cock so hard to whip you, Lyn.  Your screams pleased me.  But we have so much more before we are finished.  It will be a paddle on your ass next.”  Michael swung her around, her sobs ringing out in the room.


“Such a lovely ass she has.  She trained hard to make it this way, it will only take us minutes to turn it into a mass of pain,” his hands rubbing over her ass cheeks, clenching on the flesh, feeling her tighten under his fingertips.  “You’ll soon tire of doing that, Lyn.  The pain will make you forget.”  He handed Steve a paddle, keeping one for himself.  He pushed it in front of Lyn’s eyes, “how do you think this will feel?” showing her the medieval paddle, a sixteen-inch long, three-inch wide wooden paddle with thirty-six metal studs lining it; the traditional headmaster’s paddle in old England.  “The only thing you will sit down on for a week will be a hard cock, and it will be up your tight ass,” he laughed at her obvious distress. 


Steve brought out two leather bolsters, each about waist high.  They were pushed under the girls’ hips and slid back, forcing their arms up high and their ass to arch backwards, higher and higher as the boosters slid farther from their bound arms.  They stopped when it was over four feet from under their arms, their ravaged breasts hanging down painfully, their asses thrust up in offering to the paddles.  Michel ran his hands over Lyn’s ass cheeks, feeling her shudders as she waited for the pain to begin again.  “Yes, it is going to hurt, Lyn.  Hurt bad.  But think of all the pleasure you are bringing me!”  He let the paddle run over her soft ass cheeks, feeling her body shake as the metal studs rubbed harshly over her flesh.  He stepped back, letting the paddle lightly tap against her ass.  “Get ready for the pain, Lyn,” he teased her pain-wracked body.  “So much more pain for you.”


The first time the paddle hit the girls’ ass flesh, the roar of the wood hitting their soft skin shattered the quiet of the room.  The force of the blow, the hard wooden paddle sinking deeply into firm flesh, metal studs leaving small dents in the skin, pushed the girls’ bodies forward.  The pain was immediate and powerful, their asses stinging hotly from the blow, each ass feeling the wooden paddle entirely, not like the small leather straps of the flogger.  Michael rubbed the paddle over Lyn’s ass, rubbing the metal studs into the hot flesh, letting her get ready for the next blow. 


Lyn felt the paddle leave her ass, pain still radiating from the bruised flesh, her legs pressed tightly together, her ass thrust up in offering, waiting for the next blow.  She did not have long to wait, this time the paddle hitting lower, catching her on her upper thighs, the tender skin not use to such brutal treatment, the angle of the blow forcing the metal studs to criss-cross her thighs, tearing tender flesh as they moved harshly.  And the girls began to sing again, their cries hoarse and raspy, but nevertheless, just as loud as before. 


Michael and Steve continued to rain blow after blow on the ass flesh before them, stopping only long enough to pull the panties down, already torn and hanging in remnants from their bodies.  A quick rub of the studded paddle over naked flesh and the paddling began again.  The tightened legs, serving to hide their sex from the prying eyes were quickly forgotten as the pain increased, their asses raising up and down in pain, almost as if they were fucking something beneath them.  Their pussies peeked out from beneath their legs, the upturned ass giving the audience a quick look at the puffy lips from behind.  Michael and Steve let the paddle move up and down their posteriors, moving from the top of their ass cheeks to lower down on their thighs, the pain more overpowering on the tender inner thighs.  Another fifteen minutes of sobbing, crying and pleading only broken by the murmur of the paddle and the thud as it landed so expertly on the intended spot.  Finally, they stopped again, hands rubbing the hot flesh, feeling the girls flinch each time a calloused hand rubbed the reddened and inflamed flesh.


“Catch your breath, Lyn.  You’re doing such a good job.  Just one more place, Lyn.  It’s time to whip your pussy.  If you thought the breast whipping and the paddling were painful, they will be nothing compared to this.  You have never felt anything like this before.  Take a deep breath and prepare yourself while we get your bodies in the right position.  We want you open and spread.”  Michael looked in her tear-stained face, her sobs pleasing him; knowing her cries of pain will please him even more.


The bolsters were removed, the girls’ pain-wracked bodies hanging by their arms, their legs barely able to hold them upright.  “Don’t worry, Lyn, we will make sure you stand upright,” laughing as thick rope hanging from the overhead pulley were attached to one of each of their ankles.


Lyn knew what they had planned to do, not surprised as she let her left leg relax, feeling the rope slowly pulling her leg up by the ankle, bending her knee to allow the upward movement.  She groaned in pain, her sore ass flesh pulled, igniting fresh pain.  Her crotch began to split, the painful ache in her sex as her leg was pulled up almost as high as her arms, her pussy and anus now so obscenely exposed to the audience and also to the whip that they planned to use.  She was balanced on one foot, unable to escape Michael’s cruel plan.


Michael picked up the Stinger Flogger, a nice black and red flogger twenty-five-strand fall, three feet long that would leave no nook or cranny untouched.  The spread of their legs left their pussy lips pulled back, the soft, pink insides exposed, their tiny anuses peeking out, unsuspecting of the pain that the strands would inflict on the tiny puckered openings.  Michael let the strands run up and down her slit, letting her juices coat the leather, making them more pliable.  “You may scream in pain but your pussy is still wet.  I think you like the pain a little too much, Lyn.  And, that’s good, Lyn.  Because as soon as you are sold, I will have so many interesting devices to sell your new owners that will keep your body on the edge of pain.  Imagine electricity racing through your body, jolting your nipples and breasts, probes placed in your vagina and anal tract, shooting varying jolts of electricity into your internal organs.  How about the feel of large dildos or butt plugs spreading you wide open?  So much more pain I can give you Lyn.  But now, for your pussy.  Scream as loud as you want, Lyn.  Or better yet, as loud as I want.”


Both men stepped back swinging underhand, the whips flying up from the floor between the girls’ legs, slapping at the exposed flesh with a loud explosion, the twenty-five strands going their separate ways, each intent on inflicting the maximum amount of pain, each succeeding in their purpose.  The girls jumped on one foot, the force of the blow making them jerk upward.  This time it was Michelle that screamed first, Steve’s first blow lucky, two strands pushing aside her pussy lips, a single powerful strand driving straight through the slit to hit her directly on her swollen clit.  The pain must have been incredibly intense the way her body danced on the rope, her screams continuous, Steve, so impressed with his first hit, rained blow after blow on her pussy, leaving her no time to even catch her breath.  Michael was more patient, knowing that it was much more effective to let the victim feel the full impact of the blow, letting them wait for the next, the waiting almost as bad as the pain itself and then allowing the next blow to come only after the pain of the previous had somewhat diminished.  This left Lyn’s body always on edge, either feeling the pain or waiting for it, both just as bad.


They stopped at only five blows, not wanting to wear the girls out, there was so much more their owners would want to inflict on them.  They cried loudly as the bidding started and, as Michael had planned and predicted, the Japanese millionaires bought Lyn and Michelle for over $300,000.  All three were over sixty years old, agreeing to rent Michael’s torture furniture and room for three days before taking the girls away.  Michael would be available to show them the correct use of the elaborate equipment.  As they moved from the room, Michael grabbed Lyn by her sex, his fingers digging painfully into her whipped pussy, did you like that, Lyn?  Did you like me beating your pussy?  It made my cock hard,” laughing at the pain he ignited in her body with his massive hands.


“And now for our final selection, a rare mother and daughter pair.  Sara is thirty-six years old, her young daughter just eighteen.  They have been with us the longest and we have raped them numerous times.  Both respond well to pain, their bodies tightening up and giving a very pleasurable fuck.  Their cunts and assholes have exceptional grip and will provide excellent service.  The good thing about mother and daughter packages is that you can induce one to perform in order for her to spare the other from a similar fate.  Each would rather accept the pain then force the other to take it.  This will provide many hours of pleasure in playing them back and forth.”


The audience’s gaze shifted from Michael to the side of the stage as first Sara, then Becky were brought in.  They both wore four-inch high heels, strapped to their ankles to make sure they would not fall off and a pair of low-cut panties.  That was all.  Their naked bodies were already covered in a sheen of sweat from the bright lights, highlighting their naked skin.  Steve was behind them, a black riding crop slapping harshly against their ass cheeks when they would try to stop, urging them into the center of the stage for inspection.


Sara looked so inviting, her ample breasts still standing proudly even after having given birth to Becky, her pink nipples surrounded by dark brown areolas that seemed to paint them like a target, something that Michael planned to take great advantage of.  Her abdomen had little excess weight, taut from vigorous exercise, the same for her ass, the tiny panties stretched tightly over her cheeks.  Becky followed her mother, a bright red ball gag stuffed tightly in her mouth, leather straps running around her head keeping it in place, drips of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.  Her tits stood up high on her body, her nipples pointed and erect, easy targets for Michael’s cruelty.  The four-inch heels highlighted her muscular legs, leading up to a gorgeous ass, her thin panties clinging to every nook and cranny of her body.  A grunt from her lips and she moved forward again, Steve’s whip keeping her body on edge, braced for the sting of leather on her naked skin.


Michael loved the look in their eyes when they spotted the two chairs in the center of the room.  Identical, but what drew their attention was the twin dildoes rising up from the seat.  The first one was a formidable weapon, a black rubber shaft that was three inches in diameter, a bulbous head on the end, the shaft about nine inches.  The other, farther back on the seat, was a thin shaft, or at least by the standards of the front one, being only two inches in diameter, six inches long with a slight curve to it.


Becky cringed when she saw them; her eyes wide open with fear.  She knew they were designed to be sat on, the larger one to open up their vaginas, stretching them wide to accept the girth of the dildo.  The other one was designed for their smaller assholes, the curve to allow it to enter deep into their colon giving them cramps as it forced their anal walls wide.  Good thing she didn’t know about the other features of the dildoes.  Tiny metal dots lined both of the dildoes, all tied together inside with a series of wires, each connected to a control panel.  Michael would be able to control the current and severity that would flow through the dildoes, watching the mother and daughter feel the jolts of electricity run through the most intimate part of their bodies.  The dildoes were also on a loaded spring, able to fuck their bodies, to run in and out at least three inches, the head of the dildo fully opening up their passageways.  She shook her head back and forth, her muffled cries pleasing the audience.  Sara, likewise secured, her mouth stuffed with a penis gag, the thick rubber shaft bulging out her cheeks, her throat moving up and down as she continually choked with it at the opening of her throat.


“You like them, girls?”  Michael taunted them, “just wait until they are stuffed up inside you.  The twin shafts are going to make you feel so full.  And that will be just the beginning.  I have such wonderful treats for you.  But first, I think you need to get the shafts wet for each other.  I’m going to remove your gags.  I want you to take the shafts in your mouth and get them nice and wet.  Your partner will be counting on you to do a good job.  If you don’t, their entry will be so much more painful.”


Steve helped him as they both removed the gags, Sara relieved when the penis shaft was pulled from her throat, her stomach turning from the constant gagging.  She knew it would be short-lived though, the shafts long, the need to take them deep into their throats imperative to get them wet enough to lessen the pain of entry.  Their arms were released from the overhead track, their wrists still bound tightly as they were both forced to their knees in front of the chairs, hands grabbing their hair and pushing their heads over the first dildo, the larger of the two.  It was huge, a black, hard rubber shaft rising from the base of the chair, the domed tip in the shape of a cockhead, larger than the shaft, over three inches in diameter, a girth that would force their vaginas painfully open.


Becky opened her mouth wide as cruel hands gripped her hair, strong hands easily overpowering her, forcing her to do his bidding.  The dildo stretched her lips wide, feeling like they would tear as the bulbous head was slowly engulfed into the hot confines of her mouth. 


“Lick it, bitch,” Steve ordered her, his hands pulling on her hair, feeling it rip from her head, tears in her eyes as he slowly forced her down on the black shaft that entered her mouth.  He heard the sounds of her slurping, her tongue busy at lathering the shaft with her saliva, hoping to relieve some of the pain her mother would feel when the shaft was forced into her.


Sara looked over at Becky, her predicament similar, Michael forcing her head up and down on the thick shaft.  She feared when he would force it down her throat, the black rubber shaft smashing against the back of her mouth, her hair ripped from her head as he used her like a puppet, her hair the strings making her move.  She gagged, the thick black head forced into her tiny throat, Michael allowing no respite, one hand gripping her under the chin, the other on the top of her head, up and down on the rubber shaft, each time forcing more of it into her tight throat, her choking and gagging only spurring him on more.


Becky choked, sucking air in her nose as the thick shaft pushed aside her muscles and shoved deep into her throat, the outline of the shaft protruding from her neck as Steve force fucked her face on the dildo.  Her saliva ran freely, the choking and gagging filling her mouth with bile from her stomach, the awful taste mixing with her spit to bathe the rubber surface.


Michael and Steve pulled the mother and daughter from the shafts, the black rubber glistening in the light, soaked with their saliva.  “Good job, girls.  Now the smaller one, that should be easy,” hearing the girls gasp as they were forced down on the slimmer shaft in one powerful stroke that shot the dildo into their throats before they could even finish sucking in enough air.  The choking and gagging began again, the faces of Sara and Becky covered in tears, spit falling from the corner of their mouths, as they were again face fucked by the shafts.  It didn’t take them long to coat the dildoes, their mouths again painfully yanked off by their hair, their lungs sucking in deep breaths of air.


“Let’s start with Mommy, first,” Michael said teasingly, Steve came over to help him, pushing Becky to the floor.


“Stay still cunt, your turn will come soon enough,” he warned her.


They both manhandled Sara, able to turn her body so she was facing the audience, hands gripping her arms tightly as they slowly pushed her back towards the chair.  “First, the ball gag,” Michael thrusting the large, red ball into her, seeing her lips almost tear as it filled her mouth, the leather straps quickly securing it in place.  “There you go, now.”


Sara felt the back of her legs hit the heavy chair, the men beginning to push her down, her body taunt in anticipation of the first touch of the rubber dildo.  She didn’t have to wait long, the men eager to force her on the hard rubber shafts.  She felt the wet rubber touch between her legs, hands fumbling between them, strong fingers peeling apart her labia to expose her vagina to the largest shaft.  She tried to fight them; the hands gripped her tighter, pushing down on her shoulders.  She felt the hard rubber slowly stretching her vagina, the slow gradual penetration of her pussy by the large dildo painful as she was forced to spread wider than she ever had before, even when they had raped her with their big cocks.  This was a hard unyielding shaft, her vagina having no choice but to expand and tear to allow its entry.  She felt a sudden burst of pain, her vagina forced to grip the bulbous head, stretched so tight, afraid that they had torn her.  But, she didn‘t have time to dwell on it, feeling the smaller dildo touching her anus.


“Yes, now the second one, soon you will be so full,” Michael aiming the other thinner shaft so it pushed against her anus, pleased with the way it already dented the tiny, wrinkled opening, already seeking entrance to the depths of her bowels.  “Lower, now,” his hands pushed harder on her shoulders, slowly forcing her down onto the seat of the chair, her orifices painfully accepting the twin shafts inside her body.


It was terrible, the juncture of her legs seemed to be one giant burning mass, the dildoes sliding painfully inside her, her rectum fighting the anal probe, her body betraying her, her own weight driving the shafts deep inside her.  Her pussy fought the hard, rubber dildo that brutally dragged inside her, stretching her out as it sought the depths of her body.  Her sphincter clenched and unclenched on the unnatural intrusion, unable to stop the onslaught of the dildo as it entered her colon, the curve in the shaft pushing aside all resistance, cramping her stomach as it bore into her bowels.


Michael smiled as her ass hit the hard, wooden chair, a thick leather strap securing her, the twin dildoes filling her passages with their girth.  “Comfortable?” smiling as her body twitched, the rubber dildo in her asshole giving her painful cramps.  “Now, for your lovely daughter.  It will be much more painful for her, her tightness causing her to endure a more painful stretching.”  He laughed as Steve pulled Becky to her feet, a ball gag also thrust into her mouth, silencing all noise but muffled sounds.


“The young lady will have to endure very painful stretching to accept the twin dildoes inside her, but that will only be the beginning of her problems.”  Becky fought as they pulled her over to the chair, the two men easily overcoming her meager resistance, Becky soon tiring and forced backwards until her legs hit the chair.  This prompted another quick bout of resistance but she was no match for Steve and Michael, her body gradually pressed downward, her pussy lips parted by Steve’s fingers, the large shaft fitted tightly against her clenched vagina, strong hands on her shoulders forcing the shaft to spread her wide.


For five minutes, Michael and Steve fought Becky’s body as she slowly endured the brutal tearing of the dildoes pressing into her teenage openings.  Her asshole suffered the most, virgin only days before, now forced to accept a hard, unyielding rubber dildo that sent shudders through her body and forced cramps into her stomach as it slowly straightened inside her colon, reaching the darkest depths of her bowels.  Her face showed her anguish, tears running down her cheeks, her breathing ragged, as she was strapped into the chair, the dildoes filling her inner orifices.


Just when they thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.  Michael and Steve showed each of the girls the pair of clamps, black wires running down to the control panel, sharp teeth on the edges.  Fingers sought out their nipples, pinching fingers, twisting and turning on the rubbery nubs until they grew into hard, easy targets for the sharp bite of the clamps.  They screamed in the ball gags, their tits shaking as they tried to escape the painful crushing of their delicate nipple flesh, but to no avail.  The only respite came as the sharp pain gradually changed into a dull, continuing ache, fearful that it would begin again when they shot electricity through their tits.  Each of them were handed a button.  “The dildoes are electrified, as well as the nipple clamps.  I will only shock one of you and will let you decide when you want to switch.  When you can no longer stand the pain you only have to push the button.  The pain will stop instantly; unfortunately the pain will begin on the other.


Michael turned to address the audience, “I will start off with low voltage and work my way up.  Once the voltage increases in the dildoes, they will also begin to pump inside them, fucking them with short, powerful strokes.  This will bring about very positive responses from the girl lucky enough to receive them.  This will also help to keep them wet, their bodies will respond, even through the pain.  Now we will begin,” Michael moved behind the control board, flipping the switch on the master panel, the board lighting up, a gradually humming reaching a higher pitch.


Sara jumped when the electricity began to run through her nipples.  What first started out as a gradually tingling became more intense, her eyes watching Michael’s hands, seeing him turn the dial, feeling the pain increase as the tingling began to get more painful, her breasts beginning to shake, small blue sparks shooting out from the clamps, the metal getting warmer as the clamps continued to crush her beautiful nipples.  It really hurt when Michael smiled, the knob increasing, the electricity now flowing freely through her breast meat, the heavy tits bouncing up and down painfully, the clamps tugging back and forth.


Michael hit the other button, turning off the charges running through her breasts, the dildo in her vagina now electrified, tiny sharp jolts jumping from the metal dots on the dildo to touch the moistened walls of her pussy.  The charges moved up and down the shaft, almost as if it was fucking her, her pussy clenching on the unnatural shocking of the tender inner walls, her body spasms making her jump.  Higher he sent the knob, the shaft now beginning to fuck up and down in powerful strokes, the thick head tearing up and down her fuck channel, the bite of the electricity on her sensitive inner walls making her sex feel like it was being torn open by a metal rake.


“We mustn’t forget this,” his fingers bringing out another clamp with wires attached, this one aimed for her pussy, his thick fingers seeking out and finding her clit, the metal clamp squeezing the delicate piece of flesh between serrated edges, trapping it forever.  The electricity started immediately, her whole sex now feeling like it was being electrified.  He watched her face contort in pain as she suffered the electrical shock.  Michael quickly switched again, this time her asshole feeling the electricity, this pain worse than all others. 


She felt a need to have a bowel movement, her sphincter sent into spasms, tiny farts of air shooting out as her colon was shocked by the electricity.  The cramps began again as the dildo began to stroke inside her, feeling the burning pain as her anal track was fucked by the dry dildo.  The twin dildoes began to pump faster inside her, the electricity forcing her body to tighten up, the dildoes making them feel even larger as they continued the relentless fucking of her passages.  Her tits bounced up and down, the clamps getting hotter as the sparks continued to shoot out, but the worst was the painful jolts that her sensitive clit received, powerful jolts that seem to tear into her very soul.  She couldn’t believe how much pain she was in nor believe that anyone would want to inflict that much pain on another individual.  But the smiles on Michael and Steve’s faces confirmed the sadistic delight they were getting from her pain.  She didn’t know how much longer she could bear it, her finger held tightly next to the button.  Becky looked over at her; her eyes moving down to her finger then back up again, understanding.  Michael sent a powerful jolt into all of Sara’s orifices, her body jerking, trying to escape the terrible chair, the pain unbearable.  Her finger pushed the button, the relief instantaneous.


Becky felt the electricity running through her nipples, Michael having lowered the voltage, wanting the pain to gradually build, wanting to keep Becky always on the edge, feeling the pain but always knowing that it would get worse.


“Burn her clit,” one of the men in the audience yelled out.  Michael, more than eager to please the buyers, sent a bolt of electricity through her clit clamp that made her almost bust the belt that held her hips tightly to the chair. 


Becky’s legs thrashed open and closed, the unbelievable pain that shot into her delicate clit just a reminder of the greater pain Michael would inflict on her body.  She clamped her pussy onto the thick dildo inside her as the first jolts of electricity began to run up and down her moistened vagina.  The jolt of electricity in her asshole was the worst, the cramping and terrible burning making her stomach turn.  Her sphincter clamped down hard on the dildo, trying to force the hard rubber shaft out, her body allowing only a millimeter of dildo to push outward, her own muscles sucking it back in again.  She screamed into the ball gag as the twin shafts began to fuck her pussy and asshole, dragging painfully along the dry passage, jolts of electricity following the bulbous heads that plowed her passages.  It went on for long minutes before Becky could stand it no longer, her eyes pleading for forgiveness from her mother when she pushed the button.  But nothing changed for her.  The electricity continued to run through her body, her tits bouncing up and down, her clit feeling as if it was being fried, the large dildoes plowing her dual passages, sending jolts of electricity up and down the tender walls.


“Yeah, give it to both of the bitches,” someone yelled out again.


“Fry the cunts!” another yelled.


Michael didn’t need the encouragement, his hand already on the button, sending electricity into both of them, Sara and Becky both suffering under his sadistic touch.  He let the dial go to maximum, watching the pain visible on their faces as they suffered under his touch.  If they only knew that this was just the beginning of a life of pain.


“Three hundred-fifty thousand dollars!” the Sultan’s voice rang out.


“Sold,” said Michael, aware of the cruelty of the Sultan and that no one would dare bid against him.  Michael stopped the electricity, Sara and Becky slumped down in the chairs.  Steve took the belt off of Sara, her body able to pull from the dildoes, but she stayed still, knowing that pulling out was just as painful as staying in.  He shot a quick jolt in Sara’s asshole, her body reacting and jumping up, the belt no longer an impediment, the twin dildoes quickly and harshly yanked out of her in a single painful moment.  The same thing for Becky, her muffled screams a testament to the burning she felt when the dildoes were forced from her body.  “Take them away, the Sultan will play with them, tomorrow.”


“We did well, Steve.  Now let’s get our customers ready to play with their new toys.  The Russians want to rape the twins in our “jail.”  The Japanese want Michelle and Lyn in some nice bondage furniture and would like to beat and whip them before they fuck them.  And the Sultan wants to slowly torture Sara and Becky in our torture chamber.  And, they thought the electricity was painful.  It is nothing compared to what the Sultan will do to their bodies.”


The End



















SHIPWRECKED, OBEY, SUBMIT is an action-packed adventure on the high seas as the super-rich fight the forces of nature in a losing battle with a cyclone that is hell-bent on sinking the superyacht.

Only part of the crew and passengers survive the storm, but they end up on a fog-shrouded island far off course when they should’ve been in the vast open waters of the South Pacific. Three women and three men find themselves left to their own devices for survival, but they are far from being the ideal couples. The three men are part of the crew and the three women lost their husbands or lovers to the storm.

After months on the island, the men see a better life in a different way. The women are dependent on the men for their survival, and there is little they can do to avoid the inevitable outcome. They know little of the background of the men, and that is an unfortunate mistake. The crew had women in every port, and their tastes ran from the exotic to the perverse. Nothing is off limits to satisfy their sexual desires, and with little hope of rescue, it is time for the women to earn their keep.

The captain and the mistress of the ship have been at odds for years, and he finds satisfaction in taming the mistress of the ship, humiliating her in front of everyone, but it is bondage that compels her submission. Her sister finds something disturbing as she watches her sister submit, but unlike her sister, she finds excitement in submitting and the pleasure is enhanced when she is bound. The third young woman, a trophy wife for an older man that had long given up on sex, finds herself drawn to a young, virile man that takes her with youthful exuberance.

But, nothing could’ve prepared them for what the men had in their depraved minds. It’s an exotic island, but the women are more exotic as they succumb to being readily available to the men at any time or in any manner. Is it the island of pleasure or the island of Hell that the six of them occupy? Powerone takes you on an action-packed adventure with the diverse characters forced to confront each other until the strong take command and the weak are mastered in every way.