East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 14 – Ingrid Gives up Her Life Savings (or A Bondage Slut is Born)

It was now Sunday afternoon; the scheduled time for Aaron to break in his two new slaves, Ingrid Gaviard (Piggy) and Sandy Hamilton, and fill out their vital statistics cards. They were acquired late on Saturday night and stewed alone in their cages Sunday morning in order to allow the dog-training collars to begin their remorseless training regimes and forced introduction to slavery. Aaron was having a busy day. First, getting Puppy started on her day as Training Mistress just three days after Aaron freed her. Now this important first training session followed by Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid's planned surgery on Wanda and Katria. Then the rest of the evening and night would require finishing up details for the upcoming days. Monday morning he planned to fly to the Cayman Islands with Rachael. Puppy would be busy and alone for the upcoming week. It was risky, but Aaron had to conclude wrapping up the loose ends from the Doctor Patricia Kay fiasco.

Aaron sat down, thoroughly naked and throbbingly aroused, and admired the two forms in front of him. The slightly chunky blonde was bound upright to a steel column designed and welded together by Aaron. He chose blue binding cord to fasten the new slave's arms to the cross piece and to decorate her ample breasts with a figure-eight tie. Her long blonde hair was tightly braided and encased in a leather sheath that held her head back against the pole. Sandy's bright red ballgag was also strapped around the pole, further immobilizing her head.

Sandy's feet were locked down to the floor, widely spaced to open up her pussy for use. Aaron locked eyes with the scared shitless woman and grinned both at her helpless plight and her ignorance of what was to follow. Sandy's last conscious thought before waking to horror in her cage was her brutal rape of the slut bound before her. The merciless collar she wore now for over twenty-four hours enforced her silence with the threat of instant, demobilizing pain. Aaron had just moved her from her cage and tied her at this post moments ago.

Ingrid had undergone identical treatment until Aaron started to tie her up. She now lay on a waist-high steel table with a thin black mattress pad. She was on her belly only due to the cruel backward arch of her spine. A leather sheath also tightly gripped her long black hair; as an integral part of her bondage, it was viciously tightened back to the hogtie holding her wrists and ankles together. Her face was distorted in pain and stress from the painful position. A nostril claw stretched her nose open and up toward her eyebrows. Drool puddled under her arched head from the leather-clad ringgag widely distending her jaw. Ingrid was a very uncomfortable woman.

Aaron turned off the girls' collars from his master controller and greeted them with, "Good morning sluts. Welcome to your new life. My name is Master. Later you will meet your Training Mistress after you each receive a full punishment session to let the reality of your situation sink in. Then, Little Miss Piggy and I have a serious conversation scheduled. Hmmm, who wants to go first?"

"Piggy looks a little too tied up for now. So, I guess you volunteer, Sandy." Aaron offered with a grin. Today's lesson was to be different from what he presented the day before to his new pleasure companion sluts. Sandy and Ingrid had much less value, and required lesser training. Despite this difference in value, all his toys deserved their full PPP rating, though with different end uses.

Aaron picked up the same cat-o-nine-tails that thoroughly cowed Wanda and Katria the morning before. Aaron ran his fingers across the ropes tightly securing Sandy to the pole. "Gosh, this little slut is overweight." His fingers pinched and pulled at the small rolls of baby fat pinched up by the bondage cord. "A weight loss regime is in order. Only high protein, low fat meals and lots of exercise are in store for you. Oh, girl, you'll love it," Aaron laughed heartily as he lied. She would drop from her 135-pound level to 120 pounds within a month. The control modes of the walker, cross-trainer, bicycle, and the rowing machine would ensure that. "This girl may not ever have the chance to snack again," he mused. As a final bit of humiliation, he yanked a clump of pussy hair out by its roots and viciously twisted each nipple. Bound as tightly as she was, her only possible physical response was her widely opened eyes and muffled protests through her gag. Sandy was thankful at least that the horrid collar was turned off.

Suddenly her breasts exploded with pain. She yowled and howled mindlessly into her gag as blow after blow struck her sensitive skin. Nothing was spared. Her titties, belly, open pussy and cunt mound, thighs, legs, feet, and shoulders all received excruciating caresses from the whip's many strands. Unable to breathe because of the tears and snot clogging her nose, she started to suffocate.

Aaron was carefully watching for just this moment. He yanked the red ball out of her mouth. Too winded to screech anymore, she simply gasped air back into her starved lungs. The whipping just proved she was not the worldly-wise woman she thought she was. Sandy reflected to herself that this scene was beyond any that she had watched unfold or participated in. Clearly, this man was way more into D&S than she could ever imagine.

A near replica of Aaron's monster cock lay on a small table beside some other bondage and torture implements. Aaron picked up a damp cloth and carefully wiped her filthy face. "Shush now, no talking or I whip you again. Your collar is off, but I want only silence from you."

Sandy resolved right then to never tempt this man to punish her again. Her tight bondage only allowed her silence as a response to his statement.

Aaron threw the soiled cloth into a bucked and picked up the dildo. He turned back to Sandy and gently but steadily, fucked it up into her cunt. The fear and adrenaline had damped her pussy, not any sexual excitement from the situation. But in the dildo went, somewhat aided by her body's natural response to lubricate when physically stimulated.

He yanked it out and set it back on the table. After donning a pair of latex gloves, he opened a small plastic container. The crisp scent of wintergreen wafted from the open can. Aaron dabbed two fingers in the cream and rubbed the stuff onto the rubber cock. He returned to Sandy and smeared a little bit of the cream across her upper lip. The scent was overpowering and burned her eyes. "Remember, no noise," he whispered before he seated the dildo fully up her cunt in one smooth gliding movement.

Sandy didn't notice anything at first. Then she felt the man she knew as Michael Moore cleaning his gloved fingers off on her cunt lips, clip, and pubic hair. Her sensitive flesh started to feel warm, then hot, and finally unbearable as the powerful coaches' liniment started to burn her soft and vulnerable tissues. Aaron pinched her lips together and reminded her, "Scream and you get whipped and gagged again." He then wrapped a leather strap up between her legs and around her waist to secure the fake cock deep within her belly.

He sat down and threw the used latex gloves into the trash bucket. A six-pack cooler beside him held four ice-cold beers. He drank long and appreciatively from the Pacifico, ignoring the pain wracked Sandy to suffer in silence. Her pony tail anchored her head and kept her from flailing about as she tried to expel the burning penis from her tortured cunt. Afraid to speak, she cried and hoped she would pass out.

Aaron looked over at Ingrid lying painfully atop the adjacent table in obvious torment and abject fear. He placed a small notepad beside the terrified woman's head and said, "Dear girl, you are truly mine now and forever, at least until I decide otherwise. You just saw what happened with Sandy. Do you want the same or worse?"

Ingrid could barely wriggle her body, but she tried to shake her head no and vigorously tried to speak, "Hmfff, ughhh, ughhh," into her ringgag in as best a signal of negativity as she could make.

Aaron rubbed her cheek and released the nose claw and then the ponytail bondage. The cuff securing her ankles and wrists was also removed. Ingrid's legs fell down to the leather mattress lifelessly. Her cheek fell heavily to the puddle of drool and she panted in relief.

Aaron then disconnected the wrist cuffs and locked her left wrist into her waist belt, leaving free her right arm. Aaron swung the sweaty girl into an upright, seated position and placed the writing pad onto her thighs. "Ingrid, I have a deal for you," Aaron started.

Ingrid looked over at the man she knew as Michael Moore and hoped that it was a good deal and not more of the same he had dealt her already. She heard him remind her that Sandy had played a primary role in her rape and humiliation at the bar and then in her apartment. Ingrid remembered her brutal vaginal and anal rape from the relentless dildo strapped to Sandy's waist.

Aaron continued with, "Ingrid, the slut is yours to train for the next month if you help me out. No pain, punishment, or intentionally humiliating acts for you during that period as long as you follow through with her training as I lay it out. Think, Ingrid, one month of payback."

Ingrid countered back with, "Six weeks. I want her for six weeks, … and with my clothes back. Don't leave me like this for the whole six weeks."

Aaron grinned back at her and grinned, "Girl, you are not in much of a bargaining position. I could torture the information I want from you. To be honest, I have reasons for preferring that you do Sandy's training. Be careful that you don't make it too expensive for me." He got up and walked around the two helpless girls, finally stopping beside Sandy's sweat streaked form. "Sandy, you realize what is going to happen?" Aaron asked her as his hands cupped her sore breasts.

Sandy, silent until spoken to started to beg, "No! Michael, please not her. It was supposed to be a game, not like this." Then she screamed, "Eiiiii!" as he struck her titties with the whip; once, and then again after a measured pause.

"My name is only Master from the likes of you," he said sternly. "OK," he spoke decisively as he spun to address the also naked Ingrid. "Here is my counter: You get to train the slut for six weeks while in a privileged trainer status in exchange for doing as I ask with the notepad."

Ingrid smiled hesitantly and stammered, "A…and the clothes, Master?"

Aaron grinned and said, "Well, they are a side bet in addition to our simple agreement. If you want clothes, then you have to risk something in return. Deal?"

"Yes, at least about our agreement. I want time to get even with her, but I won't risk that for clothes," Ingrid countered smartly.

Aaron laughed and said, "This is more fun than I thought it would be. OK. Here's the bet: Win or lose, you get the clothes. Lose and you owe me a full twenty-four hour slave day each week, to be served without clothes. With such generous terms, the catch is you don't know the bet till you agree. However, it will be fair." He idly tweaked one of Sandy's full breasts as he pretended nonchalance. His stiff boner belayed any real sign of disinterest.

Ingrid agreed and Aaron reiterated, "You help me, you get the bitch here and special treatment for yourself for six weeks, time served with clothing. The contest will be this afternoon after you fulfill your part of the bargain."

With that, Aaron explained what he discovered after going through the financial records he removed from her home. Ingrid Gaviard had full access to what had been a trust fund established by her rich grandparents. She had $1.25 million in cash, bonds, and stocks from this fund. Additionally, she had saved a considerable retirement account of her own. Now thirty-six, she had been saving since she was twenty-one. Ingrid could quickly convert another $325 thousand into cash. Aaron explained that since she was now property, she could never have her money. It was best to for her to use the money as barter to better her position as his slave.

Ingrid blanched at this. She now had a better understanding of how detail oriented this man was. He thought of everything. "Master, twelve weeks, please. That's over a $100 thousand a week. Surely, that's way more than my body is worth. Please."

Despite the words themselves, the tone was not begging, it was respectful. Aaron considered the offer. Ingrid was correct in that her value as stock was considerably less than the cash she could access. He loved the delicious irony of getting her both as a slave and as a functioning trainer. It was worth it to Aaron. Torture was not something that he wished to impose upon innocents. He agreed, she smile and then hesitantly asked, "Can you please make this deal a promise? Master?"

Aaron pulled the sloppy dildo from Sandy's cunt and slid on a condom as Ingrid busied herself with the notepad behind him. He unclipped Sandy's ankles and stepped in between her legs, tightly holding the outside of each knee. Aaron swung Sandy's cunt toward his cock and hands-free, let its head burrow around her blonde curls until it aligned itself. Sandy's body sunk down and of its own weight fucked down onto Aaron.

Sandy was still in torment. While Aaron and Ingrid spoke, the hot fire in her vagina subsided to an awful itch. His hard wood felt cool to her abused cunt walls as she sank down onto it. She got a little relief as the fuckstick rubbed against her inner walls. "Yessss," she gasped in uncontrolled relief. Then he hit rock bottom and stopped moving. Sandy felt the burning itch returning and tried to hump her hips against his. She felt his strong grip on her knees intensify, keeping her tightly locked into place. Much more stimulation was needed to quench the burning. Finally she begged, "Master! Please, fuck me! Please … please, … please. Scratch my cunt. It's burning so. Fuck me!"

Sandy's wailing and begging interrupted Ingrid's concentration at the notepad. She looked up and watched with some interest as the haughty bitch that so abused her was reduced to a pathetic whimpering whore.

Aaron turned and looked back at Ingrid. "What should I do? Fuck her or leave her in misery?"

"Oh, Master. Have mercy on the slut and fuck her. Maybe then she'll shut up and I can concentrate on this."

Aaron smiled and moved his hands from the knees to under each full ass cheek. He viciously yanked then into his groin and started to fuck into her with strong strokes. Fingertips on one hand could feel under her ass where his cock slid in and out of her desperate cunt. The other hand's fingers brushed against her tight anus and his middle finger wormed its way in.

Sandy constantly kept up her, "Fuck, … fuck, … fuck me," or her "Oh, yessss, that's better," as her pussy sought relief from the liniment. She felt a finger, and then another start to spiral into her rectum, increasing the tightness of the feeling of his plunging dick against her pussy walls. Sandy felt herself spasm as she lost control and came hard against him. She started to relax from the vigorous fuck.

Before she could finish the orgasm, he yanked both her nipples up to above her chin and hissed, "Cunt, you better keep going until I'm finished."

Sandy involuntarily shifted her hips forward trying to climb up his body to relieve the stress on her poor stretched-out nipples. The pain eased some as she started to buck against him with what little strength remained. Incredibly, she felt herself getting aroused again. The fast plunging dick was beyond soothing, it became something that she craved. The first time she begged for a fuck, it was because of the liniment, this time it was because she felt like a wanton slut. "Yes, Master. Yes, … fuck me, … fuck your slut, … your slave slut. Ahhh," and she came again.

This time, Aaron was finished. As he felt her uncontrolled spasms deep within her womb, he also started to spurt. It felt so good. He had truly dominated this woman. Between the collar, the whip, the threat of training by Ingrid, and his cock, the girl was beaten. As an added plus, she now thought of herself as a slut, a slave slut, his slave slut. Yes, life was good.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Later, Aaron had the necessary account logon identifications and passwords to unlock Ingrid's accounts. That night, he would start the process of moving her funds to his islands accounts. Later, he would travel and physically remove the cash for redeposit into safer accounts than that of Michael Moore or Robert Morgan. After all, he did plan on visiting with Connie Baxter soon.

During their lunch subsequent to Sandy's punishing introduction to slavery, Aaron explained the contest rules to Ingrid, "The contest will be about wringing pleasure and sexual submission from an unwilling participant. This is a timed event. You go first and then I will try to beat your time. The first victim is Sandy. Tell Puppy how you want her arranged and she will be waiting for us later this afternoon. Your goal is to make her cum, twice. We will want to rest up for the contest.

Ingrid and Aaron were sitting at a table overlooking the training area. Ingrid was wearing a tight cocktail sheath that she and Puppy retrieved from her clothes stored in one of the high security storage areas. Puppy had acted kindly to Ingrid and helped her shower, groom herself, and arrange her clothing in her cage. Noticeably missing was any lingerie or footwear beyond heels. Puppy, voiceless forever due to Doctor Patricia Kay's revenge, awkwardly penned a note informing the girl that lingerie was forbidden to property and despite her lucky status, she was still essentially livestock. Ingrid was to be in high heels whenever she had clothes on. No heels, no clothes. The only thing close to an exception was during Ingrid's mandatory workout sessions. Then she would wear leotards, a sports bra, and cross-trainer shoes. Puppy was quick to point out that the other slaves exercised naked except for the shoes and sports bras.

Ingrid set down her fork after nibbling on a slice of strawberry. "Master, what's the other part of the contest that takes place after I make her come," Ingrid asked. She hated this woman Sandy and she disliked having to pleasure her. "Ughh, yeach!" she thought to herself.

"Ingrid, the second half of the contest will show you how fair I am," Aaron grinned. "Your score will be the milestone for me to beat in getting another unwilling slave to come, twice also." He paused to let this sink in and continued, "Of course, unlike Sandy, you have much more to gain by resisting."

Ingrid sat in stunned silence. "He wants to make me climax. No way. I know that I can hold out longer than that slut Sandy," she murmured to herself. Then she groaned in dismay as the reality of the situation hit. She knew that she orgasmed like a whore every time Michael Moore, or Sandy for that matter, abused her sexually. Moreover, she was uncertain that she could take an active enough role in pleasing Sandy to win the contest.

Aaron and Ingrid enjoyed a surprisingly easy conversation for the remainder of lunch, despite the odd nature of the situation and their relationship. Ingrid learned details of how Puppy was to be her Mistress and obeyed in every way the same as her Master.

"So, Ingrid," Aaron started to conclude their dialog. "In a sense, if you lose, then it's the fault of your mind and body that you become enslaved for those twelve days."

Ingrid responded back with some bravado, "Master, you haven't won yet." She didn't realize that by her very actions and speech that she had already accepted her lot as his slave.

Aaron nodded and simply replied, "OK then. If you have nothing more, Puppy will let you shower and rest before the contest. By the way, I want you in this same outfit when it's your turn to resist."

--L--A--T--E--R--

Far too soon for Ingrid, it was time for the contest. Ingrid was refreshed after several hours of attempted napping. Much of the time, she thought over the two upcoming scenarios that were so important to her future. Ingrid's request to Puppy for Sandy's disposition was simple. "Have the slut naked and spread-eagled on a cushiony floor mat."

Aaron started one of the oversize timer clocks with a simple, "Time."

Ingrid started her task with some trepidation. She made the mistake of approaching the sexual contest with the same rules she would prefer in a romantic interlude. Thus, she was doomed to lose. Aaron knew this within a minute of the contest's commencing.

She started by sensuously wriggling her clad body as she approached Sandy's bound form. She knelt beside the blonde, caressed, and rubbed the girl's form. It was too slow. Yes, Sandy's internal fires did start to smolder when the beautiful woman crawled and writhed her silken form across her body.

"Five minutes," Aaron called out loudly.

This was the point at which Ingrid was forced to start using her lips, mouth, and teeth on the captive below her. She realized that time was flying by, but had no idea how fast a woman could climax, if approached correctly. Her hands also started to focus more on Sandy's erogenous zones. She rolled her hands up the sides of the woman's breasts and teased her nipples. Sandy actually moaned for the first time as Ingrid sucked painfully hard on her tender throat. The two girls started to wriggle together in time to a hidden beat.

"Ten minutes."

Ingrid forced herself down to the girl's belly button and her hands felt the way ahead by exploring the woman's pussy area. Ingrid felt the coarse and curly blonde hair protecting Sandy's cunt and moved her tongue down for a first tentative lick of her labia. She felt Sandy start to hump up her hips to meet her tongue and that gave her the encouragement to bury her face in the aromatic cunt in front of her. Ingrid went for the gold, the straining honeypot that fed her lips the sweet dew of arousal.

"Fifteen minutes." The clock was remorseless, much like the training collars. Ingrid decided to hate them both.

Finally, Sandy broke her silence with, "Oh, oh. You teasing bitch. Eat me. Please God, eat me!" The last was a scratchy scream as Ingrid finally managed to nibble her clit. Ingrid sped up her stimulation of the clit and slowly moved two fingers into the steamy cunt below. When three fingers hit the web of skin by her hand, Sandy screamed in orgasm, "Ahhh, … ahhh, … yessss, … you bitch." She then slumped down.

Aaron announced, "First orgasm, seventeen minutes, thirty seconds. Continue, Ingrid."

Ingrid started to slurp and suck with a vengeance. She also shifted her form around so that her cunt was angled back toward Sandy's face. A hurried yank brought her short skirt above her waist and she stuck her cunt into Sandy's nose. "Eat that, you skanky cunt."

Surprisingly, after all the abuse Sandy had received, and the slow easy orgasm that she just finished, the humiliation of the comment actually set her off like a firecracker. It was also the moment that Ingrid stopped acting like a nice lover and jammed four full fingers of her hand into the girl's drooling cunt. Sandy howled in pain and lust and her hips echoed the spasms that started to wrack her body. Ingrid, realizing that her time was finished, folded her thumb between her fucking fingers and punched into Sandy's cunt. Impossibly, she set off another round of uncontrolled orgasms and writhing.

The first round of the contest ended with nineteen minutes, ten seconds on the clock.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Ten minutes later, a sweaty and somewhat tired Ingrid hung loosely from two ropes in Training Area H. Normally, this area was reserved for punishment because the Punishment Cage had many attachment points for displaying victims. Ingrid stood nervously on her heels and watched as Puppy set the clock up in her own clear line of sight.

Aaron sat in his comfortable chair and looked at the delectable sight before him. He was already hard anticipating the delicious contest to come. It was time for another twist. "You did well, Ingrid. I think you convinced the slut to cooperate with you. She seemed to climax fast, long, and hard. Don't you think?"

Ingrid was silent. She stood there considering how best to resist his coming advances. "I say again, Master. You haven't beaten me yet." This last was spoken quietly and with respect, no boisterous bravado now.

"I have a double or nothing bet for you. The nothing involves your unconditional release from captivity, along with your savings. Are you interested?" Aaron asked somewhat mockingly.

"You would release me if I win?" she asked with quiet hope.

"Oh, yes. If you win, you go free. You have to last just one second longer than half of Sandy's time, that's nine minutes thirty-six seconds. The down side is not too bad for you either. You already owe me one day a week as a slave if you lose. This won't change that much. If you lose, then each night you act the slave, I will give you to another slave to enjoy for the night. A sweet reward for them, and humiliation for you."

Ingrid felt her cunt twitch at the thought of humiliating herself to a slave. The lure of freedom was too much. She was enough of a fighter to go for it, "Yes, Master. It's a deal."

With that, Aaron sprang up from his chair, threw off his robe, and said, "Puppy, start the timer."

Ingrid saw him stride quickly circling her once before vanishing behind her. His hands quickly slid from her hips, up across her tight, already aching breasts, and strongly clasped her throat. She felt his lips and tongue wet her throat under an earlobe and his voice mockingly spoke into her ear, "Slut, I can smell the musk of another woman on your face. I think you crave this, want this, enjoy sucking orgasms out of cunts, pussies, and cocks. Hmmm, what do you say, whore? Are you made for this?" his voice hissed ever more silently as he finished the sentences. Again, her pussy throbbed. "Ahhh, my traitorous cunt," she moaned to herself. Her intent to steel herself against his advances was completely foiled by the direction of his attack. She expected caresses, kisses, and romance. She was wrong.

Just seconds into the competition, she felt his strong clenching hands drift down to her hem and brutally split her dress in half. It hung from her thin shoulder straps in tatters, fully exposing her breasts and cunt. Then his hands rolled across her hips and clenched tightly on either side of her cunt lips. Part of each hand yanked the thighs apart, other fingers stretched out her cunt lips, exposing her pink insides to the cool warehouse air. His voice then hissed into her ear again from his position behind her body, "Whore, look into the camera that will capture your sexual submission and self-subjugation into slavery."

She lifted her head in horror to see Puppy aiming a large video camera at her from a tripod beside the timer clock. His fingers slid across her wet and gaping pussy and pinched her clit hard, once and then a second time. Her body erupted in an orgasm. Unlike Sandy's slow and easy first orgasm, this was one for Ingrid's scorebook of personal bests. She howled and her legs twitched like a gutted frog's, his hands still held her pussy and legs obscenely wide open.

Aaron looked at the clock and declared, "One minute, five seconds." He then let her slump down painfully from her arms stretched high above her. He left her limp and panting form behind and opened an ice-cold bottle of Pacifico from his little portable cooler. He reflected that the beer was perfect for the occasion. After a moment, he returned to stand beside the stricken woman. He yanked a handful of her loose black hair and pulled her forehead back. He stuck the beer into her mouth and commanded, "Drink, cunt. You are one orgasm from slavery or freedom. You need the drink."

Still keeping up the domineering Master approach, Aaron faced her holding the cat-o-nine-tails. "You get nineteen strokes, one for each minute of your failure to arouse your charge, your slave, your victim. Ingrid, you have to do better." Without further ado, he stroked the cat fully across her breasts, then up between her legs, fully kissing her cunt, ass, and back with the strands. The whip seemed eager to draw pain to every nerve ending of the woman. He turned his attention to her back, ensuring that the caressing strands found her breasts from around her sides. At the nineteenth stroke, Aaron glanced at the clock and stated loudly, "Five minutes. You have to hold out for another four minutes, six seconds. Good luck."

This time Aaron again approached her from the rear, a condom already mounted on his pulsating cock. It glistened from a substantial coating of sexual lubricant. Aaron pulled two soft nooses down from pulleys built into the cage above. He flipped each noose around an ankle and tugged each line until her legs were just above horizontal, and widely splayed apart.

Ingrid felt Aaron's breath on her ear again. He spoke, "Puppy, move the camera in closer. I want to see close-ups of her begging for my dick in her ass. Ingrid, it's the only way you get fucked, if you beg for it in the ass. That's it, Puppy, now lower the lens, and focus up between her legs. Yes."

Ingrid now hung helpless from her arms and legs, cunt and ass widely exposed to view, torture, and abuse. Aaron next tied nooses onto two leads of heavy nylon fishing line, fifty-pound weight, and yanked her breasts to the side as he secured each of her titties painfully to the side. His breath returned to her ear. "Six minutes gone. I've bet you come in less than three minutes six seconds."

"She shook her head, felt the movement yank her breasts from side to side and panted, "Ahhh, you surprised me Master. Owww, how can I cum when it hurts so much? You will lose."

"No more bets, Ingrid. You have nothing left to bargain with." He then strode over to his chair and using the rollers, slid across the mattress till his mouth was just under her cunt and ass. His lips encircled her labia and sucked them both into his mouth. With strong suction, he pulled his head back, dragging her hung carcass with him. Ingrid grunted above him as her nipples were distended further away from her body. His tongue stabbed forward into her core and his two lubed fingers on his right hand slid into her tight brown grommet.

"Eiiiii," escaped softly from Ingrid's throat as the slippery fingers eased into her rectum. Simultaneously, she felt his lips circle her clit and start a rough licking motion around her inner labia and up to her clit. He kept repeating the circle of stimulation as the two fingers became three. His other hand kept her ass strongly pulled into his mouth and controlling a circular motion of her ass. The sucking lips followed the tight circle of her ass, but the result was another rhythmic yanking and pulling on her tender nipples. Aaron came up to breathe and read the clock face, "Seven minutes, thirty seconds. If you want to cum, you have to beg me to put it up your ass; else you hang here without climax." His lips and fingers continued to stimulate the overwrought woman.

"Ahhh, yesss. I like that. Ohh, Master it feels so good." Ingrid writhed now against his tongue and fingers heedless of the painful tugs on her nipples. The stimulations all seemed to tug on the same nerve fibers; as if he pulled strings under her skin connecting her cunt, ass, and tits. She was soon lost in the pleasure of the moment, certain she wouldn't cum until he put his cock up her ass.

She faintly heard a strong voice say, "eight minutes," but her overloaded brain ignored its meaning and instead focused on the void missing in her inner core. "Eiii, wonderful. Yes, … yes, … more." And then Aaron stopped and walked over to Puppy. Ingrid saw him kissing and fondling her leather-clad body. Both his hands lovingly held her head for a long, deep kiss. Both Master and Mistress sunk down to the floor and proceeded to make love in front of Ingrid. It was too much. "Get back here!" she commanded. They ignored her. "Please, come back here and fuck me." No response from the kissing couple except that Aaron's hands now disappeared under her short, tight skirt. Ingrid could see Puppy's naked sex being manipulated by the Master. "Master, fuck my ass. Please."

At nine minutes, his erect cock drilled all the way up into her loosened and lubricated rectal chute, in one smooth fucking motion. Aaron then lifted her entire body up an inch or two simply with the up thrust motion of his hips; he then smoothly pulled almost all the way out, her body sank down and wriggled from the first in and out stroke. Her breasts moved wildly around, yanked this way and that by the nylon line. He fucked back up and again used his hips to thrust her ass up into the air. The motion he set up overloaded her nerve bundles that so closely tie the female vaginal canal and rectal chute. His hands were busy drawing open her cunt and pinching her clit. He was not gentle in his lovemaking. Rather, her body was almost a masturbating tool simply intended to derive his orgasm.

Ingrid was in a mindless haze. She was unaware of her second orgasm at nine minutes, five seconds, let alone her third and fourth orgasms by the fourteen minute mark. The contest was over, but the vigorous fucking continued for some time. Aaron was in ecstasy dominating this wonderful piece of fuckmeat. She responded so well and so predictably. Nothing he did sexually to the submissive woman quenched her need for orgasm. She came endlessly with so many back-to-back orgasms that nobody could count. Had Puppy wired her up, the input from blood pressure, heartbeat, and nerves system electrical signals would have indicated at least seven waves of orgasms, some atop the previous unfinished one.

At eighteen minutes, Aaron was back in his chair, pulling off the used condom. It went into a nearby garbage bucket. Puppy already had a second Pacifico ready for him. Her soothing lips were already lapping the jism off his spent cock. Puppy was a greedy devotee of Aaron's. She belonged to him body and soul. Nothing could stop her from serving him, worshiping him, loving him. Her manipulations and the sight of the defeated Ingrid still hanging before him, brought his cock slowly to life. Each time it twitched, Puppy redoubled her efforts to draw more blood and energy into the throbbing muscle. He took Puppy on the mattress in plan sight of Ingrid, the defeated slaves cunt and ass already dribbled her own sex butter and lube from her ass fucking. Both orifices gapped wide open.

Puppy was now in her favorite position. She had set herself down on the erect cock of her lover and Master in a dominant position. Her oversized breasts slung out over the pulled down leather top and gyrating from her wildly fucking hips. Her short shirt had ridden up to her belly button. Aaron again observed how much better the female form could fuck. He could never hope to match the speed and strength of her back and forth rocking, let alone attain her endurance. His sperm pumped up into her greedy cunt that never slackened its pace until defeated, his spent cock finally slipped out with a pop. Puppy attained more orgasms than Ingrid.

It was another wonderful day to be alive. Aaron Clarke and Puppy drifted off to sleep still locked in an embrace. Ingrid hung silently, tears quietly gliding down her cheeks. The odor of her own and Sandy's personal musk hung heavily around her body.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com