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Part 8 - Sunday morning
When I tell people about what I do, a lot of people make the comment that I must really hate women. Well, let me tell you something, the truth is the exact opposite. I love women. Really love them. And that’s the reason I do what I do (or one of the reasons anyway). Everything I do is aimed at teaching women what they could be.
Take Natasha and Rachel for example. Both of them are a pair of sluts. They just love being fucked, being treated like worthless pieces of meat, and feeling the splash of fresh warm cum in their faces. I didn’t make them like that. They were born like that, grew up like that, or learned to be like that. All I’ve done is direct their slutty energies more appropriately, taught them how to harness their desires and how to use them to please their respective men. Before I came along, they were out there fucking around, probably because the guys they were married to didn’t appreciate what they needed - and because they themselves didn’t understand what they needed. I’ve taught them what they want - and as a by product shown their husbands what their wives want.
Before I came along, they were just out there, sleeping around, getting laid, giving blow jobs to any guy with a six pack and an 8 inch cock who came along. And I bet - no I know - that they felt unfulfilled. That’s why they were fucking around. They were trying to fill that aching emptiness in their souls. What I’ve done is show them that they can achieve fulfilment by submitting themselves heart and soul to their master (in this case, their husbands). I’ve shown them the way. It’s up to them to learn the lesson I’m teaching them.
And I’m happy to say that 9 times out of 10, the sluts I deal with get the message. It can take some time to get it through their stupid whore brains but believe me, the methods I use ensure that the message gets through in the end. Only a few times have I failed and usually that’s because the guy in the equation has fucked things up, either by not being sufficiently dominant with his woman afterwards or because he’s allowed some other guy to take on that role. Rarely, if ever, has a slut not learnt her lesson - and learnt it well.
Having said that, it’s always a tense time when my task comes to an end. There’s always the risk that the girl hasn’t learnt anything and the client won’t be satisfied with what we’ve done.
Sunday morning was Natasha and Rachel’s big test. On the way back from the bar in the van, I leant over the back seat and told the two caged sluts what I expected of them the next day.
“You’ve done well, girls,” I said, “Very well. You’ve taken everything we’ve asked of you. And I hope you’ve learnt what you are and realise what you’ve become. The purpose behind the last two days was to teach you two bitches what a pair of filthy whores you really are and teach you the proper way to express that. True fulfilment comes from serving your master not from fucking around with any guy who comes along. And I hope you’ve learnt that lesson and feel that fulfilment burning inside you.
“I don’t know yet whether you’ve learnt what’s required of you. That’s what we’ll find out tomorrow. From tomorrow morning, we’re not going to subject you to anything that you don’t want to do. From tomorrow, you will act as true slaves, as true sluts to your masters. You are to serve us the way that you will serve your husbands for the rest of your lives. It’s up to you how you go from now on. It’s your hands now. I only hope that we haven’t failed you.”
I didn’t know whether Natasha and Rachel knew what was required of them. They just crouched there naked in their cage, silently. I would only know whether all our time and effort had been worth it in the morning.
That night, I slept like a log. Despite my usual nervousness about the outcome of my training, I was reasonably convinced that Natasha and Rachel, good sluts that they were, would have learnt what was required of them.
I awoke at around 8. Already I was thinking of the day ahead and my cock was hard at the thought of what was to come. Opening my eyes, I focussed on the end of my bed and the sight of the nude Natasha and Rachel tied to the bedposts by a rope round their necks.
“Hey bitches,” I called, “Wake up, you fucking lazy whores and give my cock some attention.” A sleepy-eyed Rachel turned round and moved onto the bed. Natasha followed suit. The girls’ eyes were puffy and red from lack of sleep. No doubt, they had spent a sleepless night thinking about everything that had happened to them over the past day and a half.
Rachel pulled the bedclothes over to one side and the two slaves that half-laid on the bed, their heads at my waist, one each side of me. Both of them began to run their wet little tongues up and down my erect cock, occasionally pausing to kiss my hard-on with their pouting lips. Natasha began to turn her attention to my balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking hard, whilst Rachel closed her mouth over my penis and began to expertly fellate me.
After a minute or two of this, I was quite aroused. Much as I would have loved to have cum and sprayed those two whores with my spunk, I had all morning to play with these bitches and I didn’t want to waste my jizz so early in the morning. Reluctantly, I ordered the girls to stop sucking me and to kneel by the side of the bed. The girls obeyed and knelt before me, drool running down their chins and onto their firm young tits.
“So tell me whores,“ I said, laying back in bed looking at them, “Tell me what kinky and disgusting things you pair of cunts want me to do with you.“ The girls were silent, looking quickly at each other. They still didn’t get it. “Listen, you stupid fucking sluts”, I snapped, “Tell me what two dirty whores like you love to do unless you want me to beat you both until your asses are raw.” That seemed to do the trick.
Natasha was the first to speak. “You can do whatever you want, sir,” she replied, head lowered submissively, “We can suck you off and swallow your cum, or you can shoot over our faces so that we can lick it off each other. You can fuck us in any hole you desire. You can spank us, tease us, make us drink your piss. Anything you desire, sir. Just tell us.” I just loved hearing girls talk dirty!
“And you Rachel, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“You can treat me like the fucking dirty whore I am, sir,” stammered Rachel, “ You can fuck me up the ass, cum in my face, cover me in sperm, sir. Make your filthy little cumpig.”
I smiled, “Good girls.” I paused slightly and continued, “So let’s see if you’re as good as your word. Let’s start with something easy.”
“Natasha,” I commanded, “French kiss Rachel.” With a sigh of resignation, Natasha embraced her sister and planted her lips firmly over Rachel’s open mouth. I watched as the two passionately kissed, their tongues rolling around in each other’s mouths, their naked bodies pressed together, their tits rubbing up against each other‘s.
“Enough, girls,” I said, “Natasha, slap Rachel across the face.”
Natasha broke the kiss, lifted her hand and slapped her sister hard across her left cheek with her right hand. Rachel made hardly a sound, a red mark raising on her pale cheek. The only sign of her humiliation was a slight lowering of her head as she looked at the floor.
“Rachel,” I said, “Suck Natasha’s right nipple.”
Obediently, Rachel leant over and took Natasha’s erect nipple into her mouth. I could see her lips closing around the hard nub on Natasha’s breast and Rachel’s saliva glistening on her sister’s boob. Natasha moaned quietly as Rachel’s agile tongue teased and played with her flesh.
“Okay,” I commanded, “Rachel, twist that other nipple between your fingers while you keep sucking that one.”
Rachel gripped the nipple between her fingers and twisted it hard. I could see the skin pulled and pinched. Natasha moaned again, a little louder this time, as her nipple was painfully tweaked.
I ordered Rachel to stop. It was time to show the boys the results of their handiwork and give these sluts their last lesson.
“Fetch your collars and leashes, girls,” I ordered, untying the ropes from around their necks “and bring them to me.”
Dutifully, the two slaves crawled off on their hands and knees and soon returned with their collars and leashes gripped between their teeth. I ordered them to kneel and told each girl to fasten the collar round the neck of the other one. Soon, the two pets were kneeling at my feet, the leather collars fastened round their necks, the attached leash between their teeth.
Slipping my robe on, I took the leashes from the girls and held the ends tightly in my right hand. With a tug of the leashes, I ordered the girls to crawl out of the bedroom and down to the main room where I knew Frank and Ted would be waiting.
It was quite a buzz walking into the main room with our two playthings crawling naked in front of me on the end of their leashes. Frank and Ted looked up as we entered and smiled broadly.
I unclipped the leashes from the collar and ordered the girls to kneel in front of Frank and Ted sitting on the couch. I then seated myself next to them and the three of us drank in the sight of our two obedient slave girls kneeling dutifully in front of us, heads bowed, awaiting their next orders.
“How do you feel, Natasha,” I asked after a while. Natasha looked up, her brown eyes burning with submission. I noticed the nipples on her enormous breasts were hard and erect.
“Like …. Like,” she stammered, lost for words.
“Let me tell you, bitch,” I laughed, “Like the fucking filthy cumpuppy that you are. Am I right?”
“Y…yes sir,”
“And you, slut,” I said, turning to Rachel, “How do you feel?”
Rachel looked up and swallowed hard. It was obviously difficult for her to tell us what she really felt.
“Come on, my pet,” I continued, “Don’t be shy.”
“I feel ….” she stammered, “I feel …. like a cheap little whore.”
“That‘s because that’s what you are, Rachel,” I said, “A cheap good for nothing piece of meat like your sister. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” said the two girls in unison.
“Excellent,” I continued, “ Now listen. In a few hours, your husbands will be returning. You are now their slaves. Not their wives. Their slaves. You will treat them as you would treat the three of us: with humility, with respect, with complete and utter obedience. You will do their bidding at all times, is that clear?” Obediently, the girls replied in the affirmative.
“Good,” I said, “Now here are some rules that you must obey. Firstly, you must never wear clothes unless you are given permission to do so. You are to be stark naked at all times unless your master tells you otherwise. If you are permitted to wear clothes when you leave the house - and that will be a privilege you will have to earn - you must strip naked as soon as you come back inside.
“Secondly, you must crawl on your hands and knees at all times. You may only stand if given permission to do so.
“Thirdly, you may not sit on any furniture unless instructed. When at rest, you must kneel at your master’s feet.
“You never eat at the table with your master unless he gives you permission. You drink water out of a dog’s bowl on the floor, if you’re lucky, and the toilet if you’ve been bad. You eat your food either out of a bowl or off the floor.
“Some basic etiquette rules now: you must greet your master by kissing his feet and prostrating yourself at his feet. You must remain silent at all times unless spoken to or given permission to speak. You must always refer to your master as either ‘sir’ or ‘master’. Do you understand, sluts?”
“Yes sir,” the kneeling slaves chorused.
“I hope so,“ I continued, “Any breech of these rules and the three of us will be back to teach you some hard lessons. And to make sure you pair of fucking worthless pieces of meat remember what you are, here‘s a little reminder.”
Ted handed me a black marker pen. Leaning over to the girls, I wrote the word ‘CUMDUMP’ in big black letters on Natasha’s forehead and ‘CUMSLUT’ on Rachel’s. “That’s what you bitches are, understand?”
“Y….yes sir.” the girls chorused
“So you,” I said, looking at Natasha, “you big titted piece of shit. What are you?”
“A C..cumdump, sir.”
“Louder. I couldn’t hear you.”
“A cumdump, sir,” shouted the humiliated slave.”
“And you, blondie,” I laughed, turning to Rachel, “What about you?”
“I’m a cumslut, sir,” stammered Rachel.
“Good,” I said, “And don’t you forget it.” The first stage of their instructions was complete: now for the second stage
“Now some basic sexual rules,” I continued, “First and most importantly, you may not play with yourself or seek sexual gratification of any kind without the express instructions of your master.
“Your body and all its holes must be made available without question to your master 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Your mouth, cunt and ass are all at the disposal of your master whenever he commands it. Your body must also be made totally available to anyone on the command of your master. You are playthings, fuckmeat, cheap and nasty little whores who are here solely for your master’s pleasure and nothing else. Do you understand?”
Again, the girls chorused their response.
“Okay,” I said, “Let’s see if you truly understand. Natasha, stand up, hands on head.”
Natasha obeyed, standing in front of us, her hands on her head, her legs apart. I could just look at this bitch all day, gaze at her large tits, the way her hair fell onto her shoulders, her shaved cunt, and the submissive look on her slutty face.
“Now then, what‘s a cumdump like you for,” I said, “Tell me what your face is good for?”
“Being covered in cum, sir,” she replied, “Pissed on, spat on, and being cockslapped.”
“Your mouth?”
“For sucking cock, for filling with cum, for licking pussy, and for gagging so that my master can’t hear my filthy slutty moans when I’m being degraded for his amusement.” It was hard to keep the smile from my face: Natasha really was a nasty submissive whore.
“Those tits?”
“For cumming on, titfucking, tit bondage and tit torture.”
“The nipples?”
“For sucking, pinching, attaching clothespins and nipple clamps to.”
“Your ass?”
“For spanking, sir.“
“And your asshole?“
“For filling with cocks or dildos or vegetables or anything my master desires.”
“And that dirty cunt of yours?”
“For sticking my fingers in and playing with, for being licked, for being filled with cock, being filled with cum, or being fucked with whatever my master commands.”
“Excellent, Natasha,” I said, “Excellent. I love a slut who knows her place. Now you, Rachel? Tell me what you’ve learned.”
Rachel lowered her head slightly and then looked up at me. She looked so submissive, so obedient, so sexual. “I learned I’m a worthless cumslut, sir, a dirty filthy whore,” she said quietly.
“Speak up, girl,” I said, placing a finger under her chin and raising her head, “Don’t be ashamed.”
“I’m a dirty nasty cumslut, sir,” Rachel continued, this time louder, her voice trembling, “A filthy cum drinking piece of meat.”
“Good,” I smiled, “Now tell me how much you love cum.”
“I love to be covered in it, sir,” the obedient slave continued, “I deserve to be plastered in hot sticky jizz from head to foot, to have it dripping from my face, my tits, my ass. To have it dribbling out of my cunt and pussy and mouth. I love to lick it up out of bowls or off the floor, sir, like the cumwhore I am, sir. I love how it feels on my skin, how it feels when it splatters in my slutty face.”
God, I was getting hard hearing these bitches degrade themselves. There’s something so hot about hearing slaves talking dirty.
Slowly, I walked around the two sluts kneeling submissively in front of the couch, looking down on them and, I must admit, congratulating myself on our success with these bitches. I can’t explain how good it feels knowing that you’ve managed to turn two disobedient ungrateful whores into two obedient slaves - especially two as beautiful, as submissive, as kinky as these two were.
Looking back, Natasha and Rachel were probably two of my most successful projects. Sure, there were other notable successes. I remembered a whore called Jessica that I’d had to train a few months ago. She was another bitch who spent her man’s money and didn’t give a fuck. The only things going for her were that she was blonde, beautiful, and had an amazing body. You should have seen her when we first captured her: struggling, fighting back, calling us all the names under the sun, trying to escape. But we broke her in the end. We always do. Last time I set eyes on her, she was crawling naked on the floor, covered in cum and piss, her ass red from a good spanking, promising she‘d be a good girl from now on. Yes, I remembered Jessica with some affection. She was a great success. And Natasha and Rachel were right up there too.
“So then girls,” I said, still walking slowly round the kneeling slaves, “What shall we do now? Now that you’re fully trained.” The girls were silent. “Well?” I said, leaning over to Natasha.
“A … anything you want, sir,” said Natasha.
I crouched in front of Natasha and looked into her dark submissive eyes. “Anything, honey?” I smiled, “Are you sure you mean that?”
“Yes sir,” Natasha nodded, “We are your slaves, your playthings. Do with us as you wish.” Damn, she was good. And if she wanted us to do whatever we wanted with her and her sister, who were we to refuse.
“Okay,” I said, standing and slipping my robe off so I stood before them naked. I smiled as the two slaves looked up at me, trying to avoid looking at my erect cock, and blushing with shame at the thoughts that were no doubt running through their slutty minds.
“Okay, slut,” I said, pointing to the dining table, “Get up there and sit on that table.” Natasha obediently crawled across to the table and sat on the table, her legs hanging down.
Ted and Frank, both of whom were now naked, walked over to her. Ted crouched and fastened a pair of ankle cuffs around Natasha’s ankles. Behind her, Frank was tying her hands behind her back with some rope. Ted meanwhile had looped some rope through the clips on the cuffs and was drawing Natasha’s legs as far apart as they would go, pulling her pussylips wide open. The ends of the rope were secured to opposite legs of the table, resulting in Natasha’s ankles being pulled wide apart, fully exposing her shaved cunt.
I walked over to Natasha and grasped her face in my hand, forcing her to look into my eyes. “This,” I hissed, “is to make sure you understand the nature of true submission.”
“Y…yes, master,” Natasha whimpered.
Letting go of her cheeks, I grasped Natasha’s ample left breast in my hand and squeezed it hard, causing the bound fucktoy to cry out and plead for mercy. The flesh of the tit ballooned between my fingers. I love the feel of tortured titflesh in my hand and the look on a girl’s face when I grab her tit and squeeze it hard. These bitches are so used to having their tits played with gently that when you come along and treat a tit hard like they‘re supposed to be treated, they just squeal like pigs.
Expertly, with a little help from Ted, I began to wrap rope around Natasha’s bulging breast flesh, binding it tightly, causing it to stick out, the nipple hard and erect. I then turned my attention to her right tit and soon Natasha’s breasts were tightly bound and beginning to turn red from the blood trapped in them.
“Mmmmmm,” Frank smiled, “Those tits look mighty sensitive.” Saying that, he produced a riding crop from a holdall resting under the table and whacked Natasha hard across her nipples. Natasha shrieked in pain as the crop cut into her vulnerable boobs.
Ted handed a pair of nipple clamps to Frank which he attached to Natasha’s nipples, staring into the helpless slave’s eyes as he did so. Natasha squirmed and screamed as the clamps bit into her flesh. Frank smiled, revelling in the humiliation and pain burning in her eyes.
I watched this with relish. Turning to Rachel, still kneeling on the floor, watching the further humiliation of her sister, I said, “Are you enjoying this? Are you getting off on watching your sister being tortured?”
Rachel lowered her head, afraid to answer. She was right to be afraid. There was no right answer. “You fucking slut,” I snapped, striding over to her and slapping her across the face, “Answer us when we ask you a question. Now tell us, does it turn you on?”
“N….no, sir,” stuttered Rachel.
“You fucking liar,” I shouted, “Look at you all wet down there. Whore!”
Ted reached into the holdall and produced a thick black dildo. He then threw it at Rachel, the dildo bouncing off the kneeling slut’s forehead and tumbling onto the floor.
“Since you’re getting turned on so much,” I laughed, “get that up your cunt and frig yourself, you fucking slut.”
Rachel picked up the dildo and began to rub the tip up and down her pussylips. I slapped Rachel across the face again, “Didn’t you hear me, bitch? I told you to get it up your cunt, not play with yourself. Now do as you’re told. NOW.”
Trembling, Rachel plunged the thick black phallus into her snatch, moaning as the hard plastic cock slid into her, filling her vagina. Still kneeling, Rachel fixed her gaze on the sight of her sister, her pussy grotesquely exposed, her painfully bound tits being whipped with the crop by Frank, each blow eliciting a moan of pain and sexual frustration. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker, Rachel began to pump the dildo in and out of her cunt, whimpering like a slut on heat from the friction on her engorged clit, all the whilst staring at the sight of her slutty sister being tortured.
Natasha must have endured about twenty blows across her swollen tits, each blow causing her to writhe around and wail in pain. The noise of her whining was becoming irksome. I reached down and grabbed the dildo from Rachel. Quickly, I moved across to Natasha, the dildo dripping with Rachel’s cuntjuices.
“Fuck girl,” I said with contempt, “You are one whiny bitch.” And saying that, I unceremoniously stuffed the slime-covered dildo into Natasha’s open mouth, stifling her cries.
“Okay, boys,” I said, drinking in the sight of the squirming slut in front of me, “Tie Natasha down to the table and let’s have some fun with that other bitch.”
Frank quickly untied Natasha’s hands and pushed her down so that her back was lying flat on the table. Frank and Ted then each tied rope round one of Natasha’s wrists and tied them to opposite legs of the table, resulting in Natasha being stretched over the leaf of the table, her legs hanging over the edge with her ankles tightly secured.
I looked down at the helpless slave. “Mmmmm,” I said, “Looking good. Just need one more thing to make this perfect.” I reached into the holdall and pulled out two more thick dildoes. Crouching down between Natasha’s legs, because of the position she was tied in, not only was her cunt wide open but her stretched asshole was visible between her legs. I eased one of the dildoes into Natasha’s gaping vagina, causing her to moan and shake her head from side to side. I then shoved the other dildo into her open asshole. As I did so, Natasha emitted a muffled squeal from behind her dildo-gag and struggled against her bonds. She looked quite the picture, a dildo filling each hole and with her boobs tightly tied. Rivulets of cuntjuice began to trickle out of her pussy down the part of the dildo shaft sticking out from between her legs.
I turned round and grabbed Rachel by the hair. “Come on, bitch,” I snapped, “ Now its your turn.”
“Pleeeeease, sir,” pleaded the helpless slave as I roughly dragged her across the room, “Pleeeease, have mercy.”
Stopping, I slapped Rachel across the cheek. “Stop whining, bitch,” I hissed, “Remember you’re here for our pleasure and nothing more. Call yourself a slave. I think you still need to be taught a lesson.”
Frank handed me a large bag full of clothespins. I jiggled the bag in front of Rachel’s face so she hear the clothespins rattling about inside, revelling in the expression on her face.
Smiling, I tipped the bag upside down over Rachel’s head. A rain of clothespins tumbled over her, scattering onto the floor.
“Mmmmm,” I said, “Looks like 20 or 30 clothespins there. I wonder if I’ll be able to fit them all on you. Now get down on the floor and pick them up.”
I dropped the bag to the floor and watched as Rachel crouched at my feet, picking the clothespins up and putting them back in the bag. When she had finished, she knelt before me and offered the bag back to me.
“Offer it in your mouth, bitch,” I snapped, “Don’t you ever learn?”
Rachel placed the lip of the bag between her teeth and knelt before me, the full bag dangling from her mouth, her eyes wide with apprehension and submission.
I looked down on her for a moment and then ordered Rachel to stand. I placed my hand between her legs, staring into her eyes as I did so. “Damn, bitch,” I laughed as my fingers probed her cunt, “You’re getting wet down there. You really get off on being treated like a fucking piece of meat, don’t you. Well, let’s just see how much you can take, slave.”
I took the bag from Rachel’s mouth, only for the stupid whore to start whining and pleading again.
“Pleeeeeease …” whimpered Rachel.
“I thought I told you earlier to shut the fuck up,” I said, “Stick your tongue out, whore. Do it.”
Rachel obeyed, sticking her lithe little tongue out of her mouth. I clipped a clothespin onto the end of her tongue, causing Rachel to emit muffled whines of pain.
“Seems to have done the trick, boss,” laughed Ted, “That bitch doesn’t seem to be complaining much now.”
I then began to attach more clothespins to Rachel’s face. I clipped a clothespin to each nostril, leaving Rachel looking so stupid and humiliated, sitting there with three clothespins dangling down from her face.
Ted crouched at Rachel’s feet and fastened ankle cuffs around each of her ankles. He slapped the inside of her thighs, “Come on bitch, open those legs wide.” Rachel shuffled her feet apart and Ted fixed an ankle-spreader to the cuffs, securing her ankles so she was standing with her legs wide apart. He then ordered Rachel to sit on the floor which she did, her knees raised, legs wide apart revealing her pussylips.
Frank walked over and attached two chains to each of Rachel’s ankles, throwing the other end over the rafter above her head. Ted and Frank then grabbed the chain tightly, wrapping it round their wrists, and pulled at it. This had the effect of pulling Rachel’s spread-eagled legs into the air, causing her to fall onto her back. She squealed and struggled as her legs were pulled higher and higher, eventually lifting her off the ground upside-down. Involuntarily, Rachel used her hands pressing against the floor to take some of the pressure of her legs as she was left dangling upside-down, her legs fixed wide apart. The naked slut was now completely helpless, hanging upside-down by her ankles from the rafter, her cunt and ass exposed.
I walked over to the helpless slave and ran my finger up and down her gaping slit, spitting on her labia to moisten them. I looked down at Rachel, her boobs dangling down, her hair falling over her face. I nodded to Frank and he handed me a large cylindrical candle. The candle had been burning for some time and a large pool of wax had accumulated in it.
Smiling, I hissed, “This should warm you up, bitch,” and slowly upended the candle above Rachel’s exposed and reddened pussy. Globules of hot wax dripped onto her pussylips. As the wax hit her labia, Rachel squealed in pain, thrashing helplessly but unable to escape the burning wax dropping on her cunt. Slowly, I tipped the candle further, allowing thick streams of wax to pour down over Rachel’s exposed crotch. The squeals and screams of pain were louder now, accompanied by gasps for mercy, muffled by the clothespin still attached to her tongue “Oh God, noooooooo. Pleeeeeeeeeease, no more. Pleeeeeeeeeease.”
Soon, Rachel’s crotch was covered in a thick film of hardening red candle wax. Droplets of wax streamed down over her taut belly and onto her boobs. As the hot wax poured over her sensitive skin and pussylips, Rachel continued to thrash around, suspended upside down, and wriggle, her muffled squeals of humiliation and pain eliciting only laughter from me and the boys/
Frank handed me another lit candle and I eased one end into Rachel’s waxed cunt, leaving about six inches sticking out of her pussy. Ted passed me another lit candle and that one I inserted into Rachel’s asshole.
“You make a real good candelabra, bitch,” I laughed, stepping back to admire my handiwork. Rachel did look quite the picture, hanging upside down, her legs wide apart, the area between them covered in candlewax with two lit candles forming a V-shape as they protruded from her tortured cunt and ass.
Frank, Ted and I stood around for a while, drinking in the sight of our two tortured slaves: Natasha grotesquely exposed with dildoes rammed into her holes, her tits tight bound and clamped, and her sister, suspended upside down, her pussy covered in candlewax and with her holes plugged with lit candles.
After five minutes or so, we left the girls where they were and began to tidy things up. Our client would be returning soon and we needed to leave the place looking as we had found it. Plus there was a game on TV - we could catch an hour or so before it was time to cut the girls down and get them cleaned up.
It was around 1:30pm by the time we returned to cut the girls down. I I walked across to Natasha, her head slumped down. Lifting her head up, I looked into her eyes, drinking in the humiliation burning in them. I smiled and spat in her face, watching the thick glob of saliva ooze down her pretty face.
I ordered Frank and Ted to cut the girls down. Freed from their bonds, the two girls lay cowering on the floor, their bodies caked in sweat, their skin red with marks from the clothespins, ropes and hot wax. I wished that it were possible to see how much more they could take - they were good sluts, that was for sure - but time was short. There was just enough time for one last fucking before we had to get them cleaned up for their master’s return.
Leaving Rachel lying on the floor, we dragged Natasha over to the table and lifted her on to it. Frank, Ted and I removed our clothes and stood around her, stroking our cocks. Frank and Ted moved towards Natasha’s head and began to rub their engorged penises over her face. At the same time, I stood between her legs, lifting them apart, and rubbing my hard cock up and down her tortured slit. As Frank and Ted began to slap Natasha across the face with their cocks, I slowly slid my prick into her cunt and began to roughly fuck the helpless slave. Frank and Ted slowly forced their cocks into Natasha’s slutty mouth, stretching it open, their cocks sliding between her wet lips as I continued to pound into her vagina.
Before too long, Frank and Ted came, pulling their cocks from Natasha’s mouth and pumping their hot cum over her slutty face. At the same time, I came hard into her wet cunt, filling Natasha’s pussy with my sperm.
Leaving the fucked and tortured slut lying on the table, we moved across to Rachel, forcing her onto all fours. Ted knelt behind her and eased his still hard cock into her asshole. Gripping her waist with his hands, Ted started to pump into her, thrusting his penis into her rectum. Frank and I watched as Ted assfucked Rachel, the slut’s face contorted with pain and humiliation as he tore into her asshole.
It wasn’t long before Ted came, emptying his balls into her tight ass. Removing his dripping cock from Rachel’s asshole, he pushed her down onto the floor. Frank moved over and rolled Rachel over and eagerly rammed his thick black cock into her cunt and began to fuck her. Meanwhile I straddled her and, grabbing her hair in my fist, forced my cock into Rachel’s mouth, face-fucking her. The slut moaned and whimpered as we used her body, helpless to resist. Grunting, Frank shot his load into her pussy and almost simultaneously, I came, filling Rachel’s mouth with my hot cum.
The three of us stood around, looking at Natasha and Rachel, their used and abused bodies a testament to what had happened to them over the last 48 hours. They had been good sluts - and that was the highest compliment you could pay to a bitch. All that was left now was to clean them up and get them ready for their master’s return.
During the next hour, we hosed them down and cleaned them up. By the time we were ready to leave, they looked like a million dollars: their make up immaculate, hair washed and styled, their skin clean. They were still naked though: sluts like these didn’t deserve (or need) clothes of course. I ordered them to kneel, heads lowered, hands behind their backs in the centre of the room to await their master’s return.
And that was how I last saw them as I reluctantly left the house, turning to gaze on their naked bodies as I shut the door behind me. I hoped they had learnt their lesson.
Next day, I checked my bank account. The balance of what we were owed had been paid. An hour later, the client called me on my cell phone. He was pleased, very pleased. He had obviously had a good night with his two new slaves. He got in touch with me again about a month later. Seems things were going real well. Natasha and Rachel had learnt their lessons well: no more fooling around with other guys, and they were showing total obedience and subservience. Another satisfied customer.
I still look back on Natasha and Rachel with fondness but in this job, you can’t get too attached. There are always more bitches who need to be taught a lesson. That morning, for example, I received an email from a guy in San Francisco needing my help. His girlfriend, Cheryl, needed to learn some manners. I looked at the picture of her. She was a cutie, a doe-eyed brunette with a wicked smile and real sexy eyes.
Yes, I thought, its time I introduced myself to Cheryl. I could just imagine what that pretty little face would look like covered in cum as she pleaded for mercy.
I reached for my cell phone and dialled the number on the eMail. A man answered.
“Hi there,” I said, “I’m ringing about Cheryl.”
THE END
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