CHAPTER 27
A SLAVER’S JOB IS NEVER DONE
Although Trent
would have loved to have spent a few hours watching his hot slut slave desperately
but vainly struggling to somehow relieve her body of the severe pain she was
experiencing, he had a few new errands to accomplish before regrilling Bob
about his niece. Even though Susan and Bob were his very first subjects dealing
with the affects of the bullet ant’s venom, everything he had read indicated
for the first 6 to 8 hours there was nothing that could be done about the
surging pain levels so he was pretty sure whatever the camera recorded of the
slut’s struggles over the next couple of hours would pretty much be the height reel
of her performance until she physically wore down and would eventually sag from
her bonds in pure whimpering agony. The thought of how much pain her tits and
cunt were feeling though did make him hard as he went up to make
some phone calls.
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Trent
was somewhat lucky to find just what he was hoping to locate which was a
company that leased transportation shipping containers. The heavy metal
security box could be delivered by the next day. He went out and bought a few
items to bring power to what would be Bob’s new confines. He also would need a
few more restraints and bondage gear.
As he drove to the places where he would supply his needs,
he once again went over all his back ground check on Susan and Bob and tried to
figure out how he over looked this niece. It wasn’t like him to miss even the
smallest of details so he wondered why during his extensive surveillance of the
household and inquires had he not seen nor discovered the teen?
On one hand if the girl was as cute as she appeared in her
picture Trent
knew he had another sale available but on the other hand he was leery about
trying to control a third captive. Trent
knew the risks of kidnapping and controlling just a single healthy adult.
Female or not when a captive discovers her situation and fights it, it can be
difficult to control her. The reason Susan and Bob had been so readily reduced
to docile captives was their concerns for the other’s wellbeing and even
survival.
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Upon returning to the farm house, Trent once again changed clothes and his
appearance again. He went into the basement and indeed found Sue’s limp body
where she was spread eagle. Her hair was damp from perspiration and hung over
her face. Even Trent
was shocked to discover Susan’s nipples were still engorged 4 times their
normal size. Between the swelling in her tits and nipples she looked more like
a one of those cartoon characters of an outrageously large breasted bimbo. He
reached for her left tit. His simple touch alone caused her to scream as she
jerked back as far as the bonds and dildos still planted up into her would
permit. “I see the slut has her voice back already.” He said looking at his
watch. It had been nearly 3 hours since numbing her tongue.
Trent
went behind the camera and switched it off. For Bob, who was on the receiving
side of the pictures, he wasn’t sure that finally not seeing his wife suffer
was better than not knowing what could happen next.
Susan struggled to lift her head up. “Please, Master. Water.”
Trent
got a bottle of water which she devoured while he held it to her lips. He took
the empty bottle and refilled it and poured it over her head and over her body.
It bolstered her physically a little. “Slut, why did you receive this
punishment?”
Sue looked at her captive, she noticed he presented and
entirely new look. “I disobeyed and lied to you,
Master.” She replied hoping by using the term master, he’d be happy with her
mind-set.
“Yes indeed.” He smiled. “Do you think the punishment fits
the crime, slut?” Sue replied no before even she had a chance to reflect on her
answer. She hoped he would be angry with her answer.
Trent
on the other hand almost laughed at her honest and flat out unambiguous reply.
“It may be hard for you to believe at this moment but punishments can get worse
slut. Your tits like they are could be whipped. Or you could be fucked in your
situation.” Trent looked down at her redden crotch. He
honestly had forgotten about her ass and cunt being impaled. “Opps,
my bad. I forgot. In a way you are being fucked but imagine being
manhandled and raped in your condition.”
Susan just shook her head. “Kill me.” She said as she did consider not only
how much worse it could be but also knew by now this man would not hesitate
doing any of the things he spoke of.
“Oh no, slut. You are going to
behave and be a good slut slave. If you don’t you may wish you were dead but
that ain’t going to happen. So let me ask you slut, are you going to obey with
out hesitation from this point forward?” Sue nodded her head then added yes
Master hoping to please him. “Are you going to lie to me anymore?” Again Sue
answered no, Master. “We’ll see.” He said.
“When you became able to speak did you say anything to the
camera? To your husband watching?” Sue shook her head
no. Trent
thought for a moment. “I’m going to ask you again if you attempted to speak to
your husband because you know I have been recording this whole time and will
know if you lied or not. If you did you will get ten lashed on each tit for
doing so but if you lie about it again you will get 20 on each tit and 20 on
your swollen cunt. Did you speak at all while I was gone?”
“No, no Master.” She replied.
Trent
knew she had to be telling the truth. She knew he would have to check. She
wouldn’t dare risk a worse punishment. “Ok slut. From now on, you will never
speak while the camera is on or Bob is in your presents. If you do, you know
the punishment for this.”
“Master may this slut speak? She whimpered?
Yes, speak.”
“Master please, I can’t take this pain any longer. I have
learned my lesson. This slut will obey. This slut will not lie but please stop
this pain.”
Trent
actually felt sorry for her when he informed her there was nothing that could
be done to an infected bite from a bullet ant. The pain has to run its course.
He told her in a few hours the stinging will stop escalating and then only will
it slowly begin to subside. He removed both the spiked butt plug and the dildo
from her very raw orifices. She screamed as he carefully pulled each out. She
had neither strength nor fight left in her. When he completely untied her but
her hands, they instinctively went to her injured tits and cunt. Trent decided for her own
good he would cuff her wrists behind her back so she didn’t claw at the throbbing
pain centers. He placed her on her bed and turned off the lights. In the dark she
heard him say it was her husband’s turn to be punished for her disobedience. Trent was lying. Of
course, but it was one more guilt reinforcement.
Susan was too exhausted to plead for her husband. She was
too sore to even think how he would punish him.
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“Well Bob are you beginning to understand just how much your
wife will suffer if you don’t cooperate? You know she is suffering a lot worse
than your thigh’s pain is experiencing.”
Bob nearly shouted at him but caught himself. He knew
anything that might be construed as rebellious just might get his wife worse
suffering. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt
her again.”
“Well Bob, that is pretty much up to you,
isn’t it? And remember, she suffers for your mistakes.” Trent pulled out a gun and held it on Bob. He
tossed him the keys to the hand cuffs which he was told to unlock himself. It hurt to move. Bob’s thigh which also was
bitten by the bullet ant was still in severe pain but he forced himself to
obey. Trent
told him to go sit on his cot while he unhooked the TV and wires. Bob watched
as Trent seem to have some difficulties with trying to use only one
hand. He placed the gun on the floor. Bob’s eyes widen.
Trent
began asking him about his niece Pamela. He learned why his background check
didn’t bring her name up. Not only did she still have her parent’s last name
but learn she’d been out of the country since he was first contacted by the
couple. Bob also told him she was
returning this very weekend.
As Trent continued questioning Bob, facts like how Pamela despised
Susan came out as well as the fact on more than one occasion, Susan had asked
her to leave them only to have Bob intervene and somewhat settled the two of
them down enough to not actually tolerate each other buy at least enough to
live under the same roof. That was when he came up with the idea of sending her
to Europe to give his wife a break.
A whole new idea began forming within Trent’s
head as Bob continued revealing more information than Trent even needed. Trent was pretty sure today had broken Bob. If not completely broken him at least had given his male captive
enough concerns so as not to do anything too foolish. Then again that
was the test Trent
was about to check. “I’m getting hungry.” He announced to Bob. “I suppose you
are too.” Both Bob and Susan had only been given a bowl of cereal all day. “Do
I have to use those cuffs on you or are you going to be good.” He said getting
up to retrieve the cuffs left against the cell fencing and bars. In doing so,
Trent seem to have forgotten the gun on the floor as he went to pick up the
cuffs. He deliberately kept his back to Bob. He knew full well he could easily
go for it even with his injured leg.
Trent
picked up the cuffs and turned toward Bob who had looked at the gun but did not
move an inch. “Very good Bob. You’re learning. Hand me
the gun would you?” he asked pointing to it. By this point Bob was pretty sure
the gun had to be unloaded. He limped the one step and
picked it up and handed it to him, handle first. “What would you say if I told
you, I just made a very stupid mistake and played a mind game with you by
making you think it was just unloaded?”
“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Bob replied. I don’t know
where you are holding Susan and I’m pretty sure you would let her die before
giving up the information.”
“True.” Trent
simply replied. “Plus you will never know what is real and you know the consequences
if you fuck up.” Trent
pointed the gun out of the cell and pulled the trigger. CLICK. “Over the next
couple of weeks you or Susan will be tested and you will never know what is
real and what is a set-up. You won’t know if a person
you might come in contact with is a plant by me or who they seem to be. Remember
this Bob. And remember just how much your wife can suffer for a fuck up.” Trent locked the cell but
did not restrain Bob in anyway. He turned on the surveillance cameras and left.
To Trent
this was a new level for Bob. He would never be sure what was real. Inaction by
him would always seem to be his safest decision.
That evening, Trent
tried to get some needed rest. With the slut downstairs in no condition to
fuck, he turned on the video of her afternoon’s torment. It only took a few
minutes before he was so hard he was going to jerk himself off but then thought
about Susan. He went down and found her moaning on her bed. “Get up slut and
suck me off and you better be good at it or I’ll slap this bloated tits of
yours.” Susan painfully struggled to get up. Her wrists were still cuffed
behind her back but she managed. It hurt to walk with both her clit still
somewhat swollen from the bite and both her ass and cunt raw from her torture.
Susan knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. Expertly she used her
tongue to her best ability. “All the way down.” He commanded. Susan relaxed her
throat and took his whole length. Trent
let out a gasp as he began shooting stream after stream deep down her throat.
Susan did her best not to choke.
“You might be an older slut than I usually deal with but you
sure are a hell of a cock sucker.” He said as she used her tongue to clean him
up.
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