Author: Powerone
Title: Slaver Training
Part: Part 5: The Auction
Summary: This is the story of Slavers and the capture and auction of their prey.
Keywords: M+/F, BDSM, slavery, bond, humil, nc, serious, rape, violence
Slaver Training
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 have 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. Then, there's Lyn, who had been a virgin in her asshole. She squealed
like a pig when I sodomized her. 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 the other, almost like they were one. And nothing turns
on buyers like making them have girl sex, twins would be so unique, almost like
eating yourself," he laughed.
"We are going to extend the auction this year, bring some new life and
excitement to it. We will have the auction on Sunday, which will allow buyers
to use our facilities for three days to play with their new purchases. Buyers
have always loved our torture chamber with all that lovely bondage equipment and
furniture. And then there is the "headmaster's office," which 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
the common interests. Well almost, Michelle had always been bolder with regard
to sex. While she had a great body, nice long legs, firm ass, great set of
tits, 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 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, 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 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 pulled 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 nose and mouth. 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
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 captured. 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, 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 the 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 businessman, mostly older, powerful men in
their sixties that desired white, blonde Americans. They didn't want them 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 in the last five
years since the fall of Communism, coming to get girls for the sprawling
pornography industry that flourished in Russia and Eastern Europe. Unlike
pornography 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 for 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 that you had ever seen 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
the girls. They didn't have to wait long, the sound of shuffling bare 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 backside 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 with electricity, 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 the 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 a tear from her cheek, "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, feeling 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 against his hard cock pressed against her virgin ass. "See
how nicely she moves, imagine her pussy around your cock 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, hearing 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 tease the guests, but not yet completely revealing her, wanting to
tease them. 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 let his fingers push under the flesh
meat, cradling the globes in his hands, offering them out 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 in their grip, 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 body, the hands returning to play with their breasts, again.
"So firm," Michael putting his hands under her tits and making 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 the pink buds,"
his fingers returning to her nipples. "See how she arches up," his fingers
gripping her 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 his hands 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. He let his
hands move back to her ass, his hands grabbing her cheeks and squeezing them
tightly in his large palms. "Such a 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 do anything." He grabbed her
skirt in his hand and slowly 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 front of the audience
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 above their crotch now, the white panties exposed.
They had 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 to 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." He let his hands grip the waist of her panties, "put your
legs together until I pull your panties off your feet, them spread them wide
again. If you disobey, I whip your ass raw," he threatened Jacqueline, seeing
the terror in her eyes as she nodded. He pulled the panties slowly down,
bending down so he could slip the tight panties over her hips and down her legs.
They sat at her feet, Michael's hand on her ass making her kick them off. He
waited, Jacqueline quickly spreading 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, seeming to outline 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, seeing 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
onto his hard cock, pushing forward again as soon as she felt the 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, spreading them wider, his fingers tightening
their grip as they 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 your 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 saw the shame in her face as he spoke. "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 shocked at the move, his tongue sliding 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. They both grabbed a piece of hemp rope hanging down from the pulley
and encircled the tiny ankle 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 the
tightness." He stopped the rope when her leg was almost pulled up parallel to
her body, her other foot hopping as she gently swayed. She looked over
Charlotte suffering from the same obscene position.
Michael pulled their bodies closer together, 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.
Michael and Steve each grabbed a black leather paddle, tiny metal studs
lining the face, the leather supple. He 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 your 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 their pussies, hopefully full of cum first after their pussies are 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 were 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 shut tightly, 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 that the Russians would
cruelly rape them for their movies. Their faces and bodies would be spread
around them 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 their 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 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 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 more 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 up the silence as 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, feeling 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 breast 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 over ten minutes of non-stop pain, Michael and
Steve let the whips dance across their bodies, sweat pouring from jerking
bodies, tears blocking their vision, no longer seeing the whip approaching, 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 whoosh 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,
a puddle of 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, the 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 whip
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, but
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 girl's 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, the entire ass feeling the
wooden paddle, 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 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 aching
beginning 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 feel 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 have so many interesting devices that will
keep your body on the edge of pain. Imagine electricity racing through your
body, jolting your nipples and breasts, electrified 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 whip 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 blow he 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 painful 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, they
had 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 out the 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 excellent 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 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 giving birth to Becky, her pink nipples surrounded by a dark brown areola
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, bracing
for the sting of the 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 must have been at least three inches in diameter, a bulbous
head on the end, the shaft running for about nine inches. The other one,
farther back 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 in 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 the control panel. Michael would be able to control the flow and
severity of the electricity 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 just be 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 into their throats imperative to getting 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 with
force, her hair ripping 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 tightly confining 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 the her throat, the outline of the shaft
protruding from her neck as Steve force fucked her face on the dildo. Her
saliva was running 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 coming
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 mouth, 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 now, 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 gripping her
tighter, pushing down on her shoulders. She felt the hard rubber slowly
stretching her vagina, the slow gradual spreading of her pussy by the large
dildo now getting 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 pushing harder on her shoulders,
her slowly forced down onto the seat of the chair, her orifices taking the twin
shafts inside her body.
The pain was terrible, the juncture of her legs seemed to be one giant
burning pain, the dildoes sliding painfully inside her, her rectum fighting the
anal probe, her body betraying her, her own weight driving the shafts inside
her. Her pussy fought the hard, rubber dildo that painfully 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 the depths of 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 he saw her body twitching, 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 forced 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 was
slowly forced to endure the brutal tearing of the dildoes as they pressed 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 clamps. Fingers sought out their nipples,
pinching fingers, twisting and turning on the rubbery nubs into they grew 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. If 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 with 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 they 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 tender 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
contoured in pain as she suffered the electrical shock. Michael quickly
switched again, this time her asshole feeling the electricity, the 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 pressed tightly against 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 clamped 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 worse, 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 in 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
couldn't stand it anymore, her eyes pleading for forgiveness with 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 contoured 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, knowing the cruelty of the Sultan and that no one
would dare bid against him. Michael stopped the electricity, Sara and Becky
slumping 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 impediment, the twin dildoes quickly
and harshly yanked out of her asshole 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."
To Be Continued
