Part 5 - Saturday morning
I awoke at around 10:30 in the morning. I was exhausted from the exertions of
the evening before. Looking through the enormous picture windows, I smiled as I
recalled the events of the previous evening.
Lying in bed, I let my mind wander. It was going to be an important day for
Natasha and Rachel's continuing education and I wanted to be prepared for what
was to come. You may think it's easy teaching a pair of bitches like those two
a lesson but let me tell you, you have to keep your mind focussed and make sure
that your enjoyment of the situation doesn't cloud the real issue: namely that
you're being paid to do a job and you want the right end result.
Outside, I could hear excited cries of laughter. Reluctantly, I slipped out of
bed and looked out of the window.
Los Angeles was spread out before me in the valley below, partially hidden in
the smog. Despite this, I could see the skyscrapers of downtown glinting in the
sunlight. Immediately below me, the garden of the house stretched out before
me. I smiled as I looked down on Frank and Ted playing with Rachel. She was on
all fours, a dog collar around her neck, her nude body smeared in grass stains
and dirt. Frank was holding a leash attached to the dog collar, whilst Ted was
seated on her back, slapping her ass and digging his heels into her thighs,
forcing her to crawl slowly and unsteadily across the grass. Boys will be boys,
I thought to myself.
Turning round, I walked across the room to the end of the bed. Natasha was
still kneeling there, her hands tied behind her back, a pillowcase over her
head, fastened to the bedpost by a rope around her neck. She was, of course,
stark naked except for the pillowcase. She obviously could hear me moving
around; I could tell from the way her body tensed and her head moved slightly as
she tried to work out what I was doing from the sounds in the room.
I seated myself at the end of the bed and lifted the pillowcase off her head.
Her brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Looking down at her, I
marvelled at her beautiful breasts once more. God, they were fantastic. I ran
my hand over her boobs, feeling their fullness below my fingers, tweaking her
nipples as I did so. I let my hand stroke her face and ran my fingers through
her hair. Natasha silently looked up at me, her eyes wide, her face an
expression of submission.
I patted her on the head. "Good girl," I said. I paused and then spat in her
face. I laughed as the gobbet of saliva trickled down her pretty face.
"Let me tell you a story, Natasha," I said, "When I was a teenager, I'd always
wondered what it might be like to own a slave. Not just some girl who you hire
for an hour who lets you tie her up and play with a little. No, I'm talking
about a real slave. Someone who is mine to do with as I wished. And when I
say, do with as I wish, that's what I mean. Someone I can do anything with.
Absolutely anything, no limits." I paused to let this image sink in. "A bit
like you really, puppy."
"Having said that, let me make it clear, I have limits. I'm not really into
real heavy stuff like mutilation or heavy beatings, scarring or snuff. I've
known some guys who were into that kind of thing but it's not what turns me on.
What I'm into is the sexual humiliation side of things. I love to take some
pretty little thing like you and reduce her to the level of a fucktoy: strip her
of her clothes and her dignity, reduce her to the level of an animal crawling in
the dirt. And the more of a bitch, the more of a stuck up little cow she is
when I start, the more pleasure and satisfaction I get from her total
subjugation and humiliation. Again, a bit like you, slut. Do you understand
what I'm talking about, Natasha?"
Natasha nodded her head. That wasn't good enough. Firmly, I slapped her across
her face, "Speak up now, slut." "Y...yes, sir," she stammered, the imprint of
my hand red on her skin.
"Do you, Natasha," I continued, fondling her breasts as I did so, "I wonder if
you really do. You see, the funny thing is with bitches like you, when you
start working on them, they hate it. They struggle and fight at first, which
just makes it more fun of course. Then after a couple of days, you see their
resistance break and they start, if not enjoying it, but doing stuff because
they realise that's all they're good for. Women were designed to satisfy men
after all: nothing more, nothing less. I'm often surprised how dirty gals like
you can get once they've been broken. It's a real buzz training whores like
you, Natasha. Take you, for example. You're a real fucking dirty bitch, I can
tell already. You were really getting into it with your sister yesterday,
weren't you. Yes, we're going to have some real fun with you today, I just know
it."
I smiled as Natasha blushed. Even though she was scared and totally humiliated,
there was a part of her - maybe a bigger part than she liked to admit - that was
getting off on this perverted treatment.
"You've probably gathered that I've developed quite a bit of experience in this
area over the years. My first slave was a girl at college. She was a
girlfriend at first and we just started playing around and things got kinkier
and kinkier, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, that kinky bitch
was crawling on the floor, covered in my piss and cum, begging for more like the
pig she was. I had some fun with her for a while and then at the end of term, I
dumped her. And when I say, I dumped her, I mean it. Last time I saw that toy,
she was tied up and naked, sitting on a pile of garbage behind a frat house,
with a sign round her neck saying "SEXSLAVE". I understand those college boys
had a real good time with her. I didn't stick around to find out what they did
with her though. I had had my fun with her and it was time to move on. Would
you like to be treated like that, Natasha? Would you like to be a little
fucktoy used for whatever perverted and kinky uses guys have for you? Tell the
truth, girl?"
"N ... no sir," stuttered the naked slave, kneeling at my feet, lowering her
head in shame, "P...please don't. I'll give you anything, just don't torture me
any more. Pleeeeease."
It was such a turn on to see this big titted whore kneeling at my feet, cowering
and pleading for mercy. I let her whine and beg for a while before I spoke
again.
"Why is it that bitches like you never learn," I grinned, stroking my slave's
hair almost tenderly, "I told you I enjoyed it when sluts like you beg for
mercy, didn't you. Just listen to you whine like the whipped puppy you are.
Now shut the fuck up and listen.
"As I was saying, I've had the pleasure of messing with a lot of fucking whores
like you and your sister, Natasha. And as I got more experienced, I realised
that the real fun was to be had with girls who weren't that into it at first.
Girls like you, in fact. It's one thing to take a subbie girl and make her do
stuff. It's quite another to take some bossy stuck up little cow and make her
your slave. That takes real force of will and real imagination."
Natasha looked up at me, her eyes briefly catching my gaze. Her eyes burned
with submission. I reached over and began to untie her wrists. "What shall I
do with you today, my little slut," I whispered, "The possibilities are
endless."
I gave her a hard slap across her boobs. She moaned and I laughed as her
breasts wobbled back and forth from the blow. "Suck those tits for me, bitch,"
I ordered. Natasha obediently grabbed her left breast and pulled it up towards
her mouth. I watched as she lowered her pouting lips around the erect nipple
and began to suck.
"You like that, slut," I whispered, bending over so my mouth was next to
Natasha's ear, "You like how that feels, you dirty little whore." She didn't
need to answer: of course, she liked it. I could see the shame etched on her
face, see the way she was rolling her big erect nipples in her wet little mouth.
Natasha moved on to the other tit, spit trickling down the impressive globe of
her breast. "I bet you wish those tits of yours were covered in cum, don't
you," I continued, "So you could lick it off like the pig that you are."
"Enough," I said and Natasha raised her head up, her tits red from the treatment
she had been subjected them to. A string of drool hung between her mouth and
her erect nipple.
I took my erect cock in my hand and began to slap the kneeling slave across the
face with it. With each slap, Natasha's tits wobbled pleasingly. I love the
sound of a cock against a girl's cheeks. Soon Natasha's face was smeared with
precum and her cheeks marked with red streaks where my cock had smacked across
her face.
"Get that cock between your tits," I ordered, "And suck it, you fucking bitch."
Obediently, Natasha raised herself up slightly and eased the shaft of my hard
prick between her enormous globes, the red engorged head sticking out from
between the fleshy orbs. Bending her head slightly, Natasha began to flick her
tongue in the eyehole of my dripping cock, expertly rolling her wet little
tongue around the end. My cock began to twitch as she licked and sucked at it,
the movement of her body rubbing my shaft up and down between her firm tits. It
was obvious this slut was an experienced titwanker.
"God," I said, "You are such a fucking slut", stepping back. I didn't want to
cum this early in the day. There was a lot I wanted to do to this whore and I
didn't want to waste my spunk on her just yet.
"Now crawl into the main room," I continued, "And kneel in the middle of the
room in front of the video camera with your hands in on your head." I untied
the loop of rope from around her neck and then watched as Natasha fell to her
hands and knees and crawled out of the room, her ass wiggling seductively, her
head lowered. I followed the crawling little tramp into the room and watched as
she knelt in the centre of the room, breathing heavily, head lowered to avoid
the impersonal gaze of the video camera which was now running once more in order
to record the girls' humiliation and degradation..
I called out to Frank and Ted still out in the garden playing with Rachel. They
began to walk towards the house, pulling Rachel behind them, crawling at the end
of the leash. Frank leaned over and unclipped the leash and ordered Rachel to
crawl over to Natasha and kneel next to her, hands on head. Rachel obeyed, her
body still marked with smears of mud and grass stains.
"You been having fun with Rachel," I asked.
"Yeah," replied Ted, "We've just been messin' with her, treating her like the
dog that she is."
"Cool. I was just telling Natasha what a fucking whore she was, Frank," I said,
turning to him.
"Yeah," Frank replied, "Look at that big titted cunt. I bet she's getting all
wet at the thought of what we're going to do to her."
Ted stood in front of the two girls, winding a length of rope round his hands.
"Natasha," he commanded, "Stand up and hold your wrists out."
Natasha obeyed, standing before Ted, her arms outstretched. "Please," she
sobbed, "No more. Please."
"Stop whining, cunt," hissed Ted, "Take your punishment like the piece of meat
you are." Saying that, he swiftly tied one end of the rope around Natasha's
left wrist. Frank handed Ted another length of rope and he tied that around her
right wrist. Frank and Ted took one of Natasha's arms and lifted them up,
pulling them to one side and secured her wrists to one of the beams on the
ceiling, fastening the naked girl tightly in the middle of the room, her arms
spread apart above her. Ted knelt at her feet and locked her ankles into an
anklespreader. Natasha now stood, naked and exposed in front of us,
spreadeagled in an X shape. Frank meanwhile took a ball gag and forced it
into the whimpering slut's complaining mouth.
Rachel, still kneeling on the floor with her hands on her head, looked up at her
helpless sister. Frank bundled her to her feet and expertly tied Rachel to a
wooden chair facing Natasha. He forced a piece of cloth into her mouth, gagging
her. "Don't want you making a fuss while we play with your sister, do we?" he
smiled.
Ted brought the holdall out from behind the couch and opened it, taking out
three marker pens and handing two of them to Frank and I. "It's about time we
made it clear exactly what you are," I said, walking slowly and deliberately
towards the restrained Natasha, removing the top from the pen as I did so.
I looked deep into her wide brown eyes, running my hand over her taut tanned
belly. I felt her tremble as my hand stroked her yielding flesh, helpless to
resist. Smiling, I took the marker pen and wrote 'SLUT' in bright red letters
across her chest just above her breasts. "What do you think, boys?" I laughed,
stepping back to admire my handiwork.
"I think she needs a bit more work, boss," Frank said, stepping forward to write
'WHORE' in large black inky letters across Natasha's belly. Ted also stepped up
and used his marker pen to write 'PIG' on Natasha's left thigh, the letters
running down her leg.
"Better put some instructions for use of this cunt on her," I said, writing 'CUM
HERE" on her right cheek with an arrow pointing to Natasha's gagged mouth.
Meanwhile, Frank was writing 'FUCK HOLE' on Natasha's right thigh with an arrow
pointing to her pussy and asshole. Ted had gone behind Natasha and was writing
'SPANK ME, WHIP ME' on her beautiful smooth back. I then wrote CUMSLUT across
Natasha's forehead.
"Doesn't she look beautiful," I said and Frank and Ted laughed at the sight of
the naked girl daubed with obscene words, her body racked with shame, tears of
humiliation trickling down her cheeks.
I reached into the holdall and pulled out two large dildos, and handed one to
Frank. Standing in front of the helpless girl, I gently pushed the large black
dildo into her exposed cunt. A moan escaped from behind the gag as the plastic
cock slid into her vagina. Meanwhile Frank was inserting the other dildo into
Natasha's ass, eliciting another moan from behind the gag as the thick phallus
filled her rectum.
Ted meanwhile was finding a bag full of clothespins in the holdall. He opened
the bag and began to throw them at Natasha. The clothespins bounced off her
body landing on the floor. Frank took a handful and threw them hard at the
naked spreadeagled girl. Natasha swung back and forth in her bonds as the
clothespins fell around her. "You know what we're going to do with these, don't
you, bitch," chuckled Ted as he threw them. A muffled "Nooooooo" emerged from
behind the gag.
Soon there were between thirty and forty clothes pins lying on the floor around
Natasha. Frank, Ted and I began to pick them up off the floor and attach them
to the powerless slave in front of us. I started with a clothespin on each of
her nipples and then began to attach more of them to the skin of her breasts in
concentric rings. Within a minute, each of Natasha's huge breasts had at least
ten clothes pins attached to them. Meanwhile, Frank was kneeling and attaching
as many clothespins as he could to her sensitive labia. Ted meanwhile was
working on attaching clothespins to her ass, and then as many as he could to the
taut skin of her belly. I finished Natasha off by clipping two clothespins to
each of her ears and one on each nostril.
It was all we could do to stop ourselves from rolling on the floor with
laughter. Natasha looked so silly, so humiliated, standing there bound and
gagged before us stark naked, her body plastered in obscenities, her smooth skin
tortured with clothespins, a dildo sticking out of each orifice. We watched as
she wriggled and writhed in her bonds, squealing behind her gag, squirming like
a bitch on heat. But her torment was not over yet. Not by a long way.
Frank took a collection of candles from the holdall and placed them on the table
in front of the couch where Natasha and Rachel could see them. Lighting them
with his cigarette lighter, he stood back and looked at them and then at
Natasha.
"You ever had any wax torture, girl?" he said, "You ever felt the pain of hot
candlewax dripping on your body? Well, you're about to find out what its like."
A muted moan emanated from behind the ballgag.
Soon the candles were well alight and pools of wax were forming on top of them.
I picked up a large red candle and walked over to Natasha, holding it
horizontally over Natasha's pegged right tit. She leaned back, trying to avoid
the heat and dripping wax. Gobbets of hot red wax dripped onto her nipple. A
squeal of pain came from behind the gag as the burning wax trickled over her
areola and breast. Soon Natasha's right breast was spotted with several globs
of red wax now dried on her flesh. Frank meanwhile had approached with a blue
candle and began to drip the burning wax onto Natasha's left tit. The helpless
girl struggled and squirmed against her bonds, moaning like a stuck pig.
"Bend her back, Frank," I said, "I want to get some wax on that pussy of hers."
Frank grabbed Natasha's hair and pulled her head back. Her body was forced
backwards, her back arched, thrusting her belly and crotch forwards. I held the
candle over her belly and let the hot wax drip onto her belly, then down over
her navel, and then onto her pussy hair. Finally, I dripped wax onto her
clothespinned pussy lips. Natasha yelped like a spanked puppy as the wax
dripped onto her labia and clitoris.
Ted by now had taken a candle and was dripping more wax over her tits and belly.
Soon Natasha's breasts were covered in gobbets of different coloured wax, her
belly a kaleidoscope of colours, her skin red and inflamed where the hot wax had
fallen on her skin. The combination of the different coloured words on her body
and the wax was most pleasing!
We stood back and admired our handiwork once more. Natasha hung before us,
completely degraded, splattered with candle wax, her body adorned with
clothespins, her flesh decorated with obscenities, a dildo in her pussy and ass.
"You think she's humiliated enough yet, Frank," I laughed. Frank chuckled,
"Don't think so, boss. I think she needs some more." Natasha's eyes pleaded
for mercy and a stifled moan came once more from behind the gag as the
wax-plastered beauty hung helplessly before us.
"Let's give her a whipping while we think of what to do then, boys," I said, "I
always find a good whipping stimulates the mind." Frank took two large leather
whips from the holdall and handed one to me, and walked behind the helpless
slave. "Let's see if we can whip those clothespins off her," he said, "She
looks a little uncomfortable with them on."
Frank and I began to whip the spreadeagled Natasha, me thrashing across her
exposed pussy and tortured tits and Frank across her back and ass. Her body
rocked back and forth as the two whips bit mercilessly into her skin from all
angles. Clothespins flew off her body with each flogging she received,
eliciting a muffled yelp from behind the gag, Natasha's body thrashing around on
the end of the ropes.
After a minute or so, we stopped beating her. Natasha hung there, head bowed
with exhaustion, breathing heavily, her body still covered in wax but clearly
marked with red weals from the whipping, and still with a large number of
clothespins attached to her sensitive flesh.
Ted looked at her, licking his lips. "She looks real hot, all tied up like
that," he said, "Can I fuck her, boss?"
"Sure, Ted," I said, "Do what you want with the fucking whore."
Ted unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles, revealing his
erect cock. Stepping out of his pants, he walked up to Natasha, rubbing his
penis, smiling evilly, "You ready for this, bitch. You ready for some hard cock
inside you?" Natasha shook her head back and forth, pleading from behind the
gag.
Ted pulled the dildo out from inside her pussy and wiped the slimy plastic
across her cheek. Then he pulled each of the clothespins off Natasha's labia.
Natasha squealed as each was removed. Taking his erect member in his hand, he
guided it inside Natasha's wet cunt and pumped back and forth. Her body rocked
back and forth with each thrust. Frank and I laughed at the sight of the naked
spreadeagled slut being fucked by Ted. Ted began to slap her ass as he
approached orgasm, the clothespins covering Natasha's tits clacking together as
her body swayed. And then Ted came, moaning as he did so, pumping all his cum
into Natasha's used pussy.
Ted stayed inside her a moment and then withdrew, his cock dripping cum.
Looking into Natasha's face, he spat directly into it, the spittle running down
her pretty humiliated face. Semen dribbled down Natasha's wax splattered inner
thighs.
"Thanks boss," said Ted, pulling up his pants, "I just couldn't wait any longer.
I just needed to fuck that little bitch."
"S'ok, Ted," I replied, "That's what they're here for." I then turned to look
at Rachel, still naked and bound to the chair, "But now we need to give Rachel
some time. She's feeling left out. I think she needs some humiliation, don't
you." Frank and Ted cackled at the sound of this.
"OK, boys," I said, "Get the bitch untied and on all fours on the floor. Time
to remind this whore what a total slut she is."
Rachel was soon on her hands and knees in front of us. "Get that ass in the
air, bitch," I ordered, "As high as you can." Rachel raised herself up so she
was bent in an upside V shape on tiptoes, her hands flat on the floor, her arms
and legs straight, her ass exposed to us, head hanging down.
"Now we're going to spank you and we want you to count each blow and thank us
for each one, " I continued, "Understand?"
"Yes," Rachel whimpered. I bent over and pulled her head up by the hair, "Yes
WHAT, cunt." "Yes, s....sir," the humiliated slut whined. "That's better," I
said, letting her head fall back.
Frank stepped up behind Rachel and ran his hand over her exposed buttocks.
Smiling, he raised his hand high above his head and brought it down hard on
Rachel's right ass cheek. The room echoed with the loud slap.
Rachel moaned loudly with the blow. "One. Thank you, sir." Ted then spanked
her left cheek. "Owwwww," moaned the naked slave, "Two. Thank you, sir."
Slap after slap rained down on Rachel's exposed ass. Soon her ass glowed red
and tears ran down her pretty face. "Twenty. Thank you, sir. Twenty one.
Thank you, sir."
It wasn't until Rachel's count had reached forty that I motioned to Frank and
Ted to stop. They stepped back and I allowed Rachel to slump to the floor,
exhausted, her ass burning, her body covered in sweat.
"You like being spanked, huh?" I called, "Come over here and get on my lap, face
up. Do it!" Rachel crawled over to me, her ass still glowing red. Reaching my
feet, she stood and gingerly lowered herself onto my lap, so that the small of
her back and her buttocks were resting on my lap. Her body went limp, her body
arching over my legs so that her toes were on the floor, her arms outstretched
supporting the weight of the rest of her body.
I looked down at her. I love to look at a bitch's body when it's stretched taut
and hard like Rachel's was. I could see her rib cage pressing against her skin,
her tits stretched tight and firm, her hair hanging down, her pussy mound raised
and exposed. I ran my hand over her tight skin and felt her tremble beneath my
palm. It felt good.
I lifted my right hand above her pussy and brought it down hard on her mons.
Rachel yelped as my hand made contact. "Count bitch," I snapped, "And remember
to thank me." I slapped her vaginal lips again, feeling her pubic hair beneath
my palm and the slight wetness of her cunt. "One. Thank you, sir," she moaned,
her body shaking with the blow.
I slapped Rachel's warm little puss ten times, feeling it moisten further with
each blow. Moving my hand up her body, I began to slap her tits with a waving
motion, hitting first one and then the other rapidly. Rachel groaned with each
slap, wriggling on my lap. After ten seconds or so of this, I had had enough of
her and unceremoniously pushed the naked slut off my lap, sending her sprawling
onto the floor face down.
"Get on all fours, whore," I snapped, "We've not finished with you yet." Rachel
wearily raised herself onto all fours and crouched there, breathing heavily.
"So why don't you boys show me some of the tricks you've been teaching your new
pet," I said, patting Rachel on the head.
"Be delighted to," laughed Frank. "Kneel, puppy," he ordered Rachel, "On your
knees for your collar." Rachel got onto her knees and raised her hands up in
front of her breasts like paws. Her face was stained with tears of humiliation.
The boys had sure trained her well. Frank fastened the collar around her neck
and clipped the leash to it.
"Bark for us, pup," commanded Ted and Rachel barked twice, "Woof woof" like a
little puppy dog. All three of us burst out laughing at the sight of this naked
girl kneeling before us, yipping like a pet dog. Frank gave her leash a tug and
Rachel obediently fell onto all fours. He led the puppy slave across to the
still bound Natasha and ordered Rachel onto her knees.
"Now lick the cum out of that bitch's cunt," Frank ordered. Obediently, Rachel
began to lick and suck Natasha's wet red pussy, lapping the cum out of her like
the dutiful little slave that she was. We could hear Rachel's mouth working
Natasha's cunt as she slurped the cum out, her face buried deep in Natasha's
crotch. "Don't forget that cum on her thighs," Frank said and Rachel ran her
tongue over Natasha's sensitive inner thighs, eliciting a low moan from the
bound slut, as Rachel lapped at the rivulets of semen on her sister's skin.
Once she was finished, Rachel fell to all fours, her face wet from Natasha's
crotch. Those two bitches looked so pathetic, Natasha still covered in wax,
her skin criss-crossed with red marks from the clothespins and the whippings she
had endured, and Rachel cowering at her feet like the spanked puppy she was.
Ted removed a dildo gag from the holdall and moved over to Rachel. The gag was
black leather and comprised a leather belt which he fastened around her head and
two straps which ran up from her mouth over each side of her nose and connecting
to the belt at the back of her head. Ted grabbed Rachel's hair and pulled her
to her knees. The leather bit of the mask was forced between Rachel's teeth,
the 12 inch hard leather dildo protruding from Rachel's face at mouth level.
Ted picked up the leash and tugged on it, pulling Rachel's face and the dildo up
to Natasha's crotch.
"Fuck that bitch with the dildo," Ted ordered, "Give her a real hard fucking, or
else."
I could see Natasha's eyes widen with horror and spittle run down from behind
her gag as she moaned piteously, shaking her head in despair. Slowly Rachel
eased the unlubricated dildo between Natasha's pussy lips. Natasha whimpered
behind her gag, her legs shaking, her body bucking against her bonds. The
kneeling Rachel began to move her head back and forth, the dildo sliding in and
out of Natasha's cunt. I could see the dildo beginning to glisten with
Natasha's juices as Rachel pumped it in and out of her. Rachel's tits bounced
as she worked it in and out, her head moving rapidly, the hard leather dildo
hammering into the helpless Natasha, tearing at her stretched vagina. Natasha
began to moan behind her gag, thrashing her head around, powerless to resist as
the pounding dildo rammed into the sensitive flesh of her used vagina.
Meanwhile, Rachel continued to pound the dildo into Natasha's slit, forcing the
leather monster in right up to the hilt, Natasha's pubes scratching against
Rachel's soft cheeks as she did so.
"Fuck, these bitches are hot," breathed Frank as he watched. I could only nod
my head in agreement.
After two or three minutes, Natasha could resist no longer and her whole body
shook with a powerful orgasm. Drool trickled from behind the gag. Natasha's
nude body went taut for a few moments and then she went limp, hanging against
her bonds, her head drooping, hair falling over her face, breathing heavily.
Rachel pulled the dildo from Natasha's cunt with a satisfying squelch. It was
dripping with Natasha's juices.
"What a fucking slut you are, Natasha," I said, "Here you are naked, tied up,
covered in wax and fucked with a dildo - and you fucking love it, don't you, you
fucking whore piece of shit." Natasha simply hung there, humiliated and
degraded.
Ted unfastened the dildo mask from Rachel's face and ordered her to lick the
dildo clean. We laughed as Rachel ran her tongue up and down the 12 inch
leather penis, lapping up the glistening cumjuice like a hungry animal.
I then ordered Rachel to lie on her back with her legs together, her arms by her
side. Frank and Ted then each grabbed one of Rachel's ankles and lifted her
legs up, pulling them over her head. Rachel was now almost bent double, her
legs pulled over her head, her arms stretched out behind her, balancing her in
position. She was one supple bitch. Frank and Ted then took some rope and tied
Rachel's legs to her chest. When they had finished, Rachel was tied
uncomfortably bent double on her back on the floor, her face looking out from
between her legs, her cunt and ass hole completely exposed, her buttocks round
and inviting.
"Let's shed some light on this situation, shall we," I grinned and reached into
the holdall, pulling out two thick 12 inch candles, one blue and one red. I
took the blue candle and ordered Rachel to open her mouth and grip the base in
her teeth. "Don't you dare drop it, bitch," I commanded. Taking the red
candle, I then eased the base of this candle into Rachel's exposed cunt,
stretching her pussy lips wide to accept it. Rachel squealed behind the gag as
the candle filled her vagina. She sure made a nice candle holder: Rachel lying
there on her back, the candle standing straight up in the air.
But I was not finished yet. I took my cigarette lighter and flicked it open. A
naked flame flickered from it. Rachel began to moan strenuously behind her gag,
shaking her head. Frank and Ted bent over, holding her shoulders down on the
floor. I bent over and lit, first the red and then the blue candles, and
stepped back.
Slowly wax began to melt at the top of the candle and ooze down the shaft. The
red candle was particularly interesting: closer and closer, the wax trickled
down the candle towards Rachel's exposed pussy lips. Muffled pleas for mercy
escaped from Rachel's mouth. And then the first drop of wax touched her
glistening labia. A muted squeal came from behind the gag as the hot wax
dribbled onto Rachel's pussy lips. We watched and laughed as more and more wax
trickled onto her cunt and Rachel begged and moaned for mercy in vain. Soon
pools of drying red wax layered her pussy and trickled down to her exposed
asshole, her buttocks and mons spattered with scarlet wax. Meanwhile, Rachel's
pretty mouth and chin were spattered with blue wax from the other candle. She
looked quite the pretty picture!
Frank began to thrash Rachel's exposed buttocks with a whip, eliciting more
moans and squeals from the powerless and vulnerable slave. Red stripes appeared
across her asscheeks, still red from her earlier spanking. Meanwhile, the
candles continued to drip wax onto Rachel's exposed skin.
Frank stepped back and we all stood around Rachel, laughing at her predicament.
She made quite the candlebra.
"Okay boys," I said after a while, "We've had our fun. Put those candles out
and untie her."
Slowly and deliberately, Frank and Ted unzipped their pants and eased their
cocks out of their shorts. Both of them pointed their dicks at Rachel, Frank at
her face and Ted at her cunt. And then both of them began to piss on the
helpless bound slut, dousing the flames on the candles, drenching her with
streams of pee. Rachel began to cough and splutter as the piss rained into her
face, and pour over her exposed labia and buttocks. Pools of pee collected on
her stomach, her face and her mons.
When the boys had finished, they zipped up and Frank cut the ropes from around
Rachel with a knife. Rachel eased herself to her knees, the red candle still
protruding from her vagina, and knelt before us, pee dripping off her used naked
body.
"I think these bitches are starting to understand where we're coming from,
boys," I grinned, looking at the two slaves before us. Natasha was still bound
spreadeagled in an X shape, her naked body covered in wax, the obscene writing
on her body still visible through the spatters. Meanwhile, Rachel knelt in
front of Natasha, head bowed, her face and crotch splattered with wax, pee
glistening on her nude body.
I turned to the boys, "Okay, let's get these whores cleaned up. We've got a
long afternoon ahead of us."
