I have lost track of time. How long have I been in this hell hole? Is there any hope of getting out of here? Surely, my editor has notified the Feds by now of our disappearance. And what about Laura's college? Certainly, they miss her. The authorities will get suspicious of that hotel attendant. But how will they ever trace us to here?

I was brought out of my reverie by footsteps on the steps leading up to the main house. When I saw Winnie, I immediately got on my knees in front of her as she entered my cell. "Learned your manners, boy?"..."Yes Mistress!"...

She got a sneer on her face as she gathered my wrists behind me, then knelt in front of me, holding a long, thin piece of rope. "Spread your thighs boy!" Very carefully she tied up my balls in a tight noose, then pulled the ends taut, making me grimace. "Stand up, boy!"

I had no choice but to follow her up the stairs. She led me into a large family room, where a large gathering of women smiled wickedly. "What you got there Winnie?"..."Our new slave boy; thought we'd have some fun with him this evening." She led me to the center of the room that featured a long sturdy chain hanging from the ceiling.

"Chain him up Mom!" I heard the daughter exclaim. Winnie tied the other ends of rope to the chain, making me dangle there literally by my balls.

"Yeah Minnie!" another one cheered. It seemed like each lady in the room held a whip in their hand. My entire body was filled with stripes and welts. Then they took me down and each took turns making me suck their pussies while I was being butt-fucked by another one.

I heard Mistress Winnie boasting. "I told you all that his ass would be ours!" There must've been fifteen women there and they each took a turn.

This went on for hours, and my screams filled the room. My ass was sore and my mouth was stretched, and the daughter added her specialty; she almost tore my nipples off with metal pliers.

When they were done, Leroy had to carry me back down to my cell.