Michelle and Sarah

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This Story is strictly meant for viewing by consenting adults in an environment in which all others do not have access. If you are offended in any way, to any degree, by any aspects of forced sex, rape, nudity, skipping church once a month or anything involving fantasy, things the devil is said to have done, or Pauly Shore movies read no further. If you can not tell the difference between fiction and reality, close the internet window on your screen, turn off the computer and walk away in the safest manner possible. The make-believe characters in this story are all over 21 years of age in the fictional never-land in which they exist. If you are confused or need assistance, if you have ever been adjudicated mentally incompetent, or if you currently or have in the past ever worked for the Department of Motor Vehicles, read no further. This story has the potential to be offensive to normal citizens of the world wide community and has thus been promptly encapsulated into an adults-only viewing area with warnings and advisories to shield the innocent. Please do not read. Repent, Rinse, Repeat  

 

 

Chapter One

 

Once upon a time, in a college far far away, a stupid bitch named Michelle made the biggest mistake of her life by getting her roommate expelled for possession. To add insult to injury, it was Michelle that planted the ecstasy Jess’s room in the first place – for no reason other then to get a laugh for herself and her friends. Jessica is now my wife and unfortunately for her former roommate, she is the type that holds grudges, particularly when dealing with other girls.

 

My wife and I had always fantasized about kidnapping a beautiful girl and holding as our prisoner. We had even played games and had three-ways to satisfy our needs along the way. Jessica could play the part of the soft-spoken girl next door, but she was Valkyrie at heart; the kind of woman that was man’s equal. What I loved most about her was that she allowed me to rule her, standing by my side because she wanted to be mine and not because she was too weak to stand on her own. Soon after we were married she told me the story about Michelle for the first time and right away it was crystal clear what she wanted. I was sitting at my desk and she knelt on the floor, spun the chair around so that she was right at my knees, and looked up with big innocent puppy-dog eyes.  

 

“Please let me have her. I want a slave girl. I want to feel her screaming into my pussy. I want to watch you take her.” She could see I was getting hard and started rubbing me through my pants. Jessica and I both have always had a way of taking whatever we wanted in life and right now we wanted the same thing. I put my hand beneath her chin and brought her face to my eyes. “If we do this, I’m charge without exception. If you don’t play by my rules, you’ll end up right beside her.”

 

I had to smile as I gazed out through the window into the night sky. Somewhere that little bitch was out there, oblivious to the fact that her whole future had just been decided.  

 

Once we made up our minds the rest was easy. With near limitless resources at our disposal we spent weeks converting our basement into a rock-solid dungeon. I ordered and assembled custom welded cages, bed-frames and doors to make the area escape-proof. Then I added steal reinforcement to the basement’s ceiling and concrete-anchored eyebolts to the floors and walls so that I could secure her anywhere I saw fit. Our favorite part was buying the toys and instruments we would soon use on the little whore. When it was all said and done the place was perfect. All we needed was our guest.

 

My brother is a cop in another city and he helped me track her down in no time without even asking why. He seemed to know already anyway. Michelle had only been out of college for a year and was living in some quiet suburb; apparently it had taken her six years to earn a four year degree in hospitality. Jessica dropped me off nearby and I approached her place on foot just after sunset. The plan was to subdue her fast, put her in the trunk of her own car and drive back to my place. In reality, such things do not require much planning.

 

But planning time was over. Now I was walking up to her front door and the lump in my throat was rising quick. The ground seemed to be moving beneath my feet as if I were floating up the steps. I rang the bell once and waited to see what would happen next. It felt as if I was watching everything happen from miles away. I heard footsteps first and then finally the deadbolts sliding free. Must have been my winning smile.

 

“Hi. You don’t know me, but my car is dead and I forgot to bring my cell. Could I just borrow your phone for a quick, 30 second call?”

 

“Yeah sure. Just a sec.” Michelle looked just like my wife had described. Half white, half Venezuelan, 5’6 or less – 110 pounds with a firm pair of C-cups sitting high and proud. It was going to be heaven breaking her and the thought alone was making my mouth water.   

 

Thankfully there was nothing in my demeanor that seemed threatening and she strolled back into her place to get a phone. Of course I did not stand and wait at the doorway like a good boy. I entered and locked the door behind me, getting as close as possible before pulling the gun out of my jacket.

 

“Change of plans. Get down on the floor, face down.”  Yelling would have only made the situation harder to control so I held back and commanded the situation like a professional. 

 

At first she had trouble deciding whether or not to do what she was told or run for her life. So she did what most girls would do in her position and tried to bargain.   

 

“You can take anything in the house you want – you don’t have to kill me.” She was already shrinking to the ground inch by inch so I helped her along and pulled her down to the hardwood kitchen floor.

 

“Do what I tell you to do – I won’t hurt you if you don’t make me. I’m just going to tie you up, take what I need and leave. Does that sound fair?” 

 

Not waiting for a reply I laid her down on her stomach and ordered her to keep her eyes shut and her face down. Then I used my knee to pin her to the floor with my weight while I set to work preparing her for the trip. Having practiced on Jessica made it go much smoother. Using rope from my bag I tied her hands behind her back, wrist over wrist. I finished with her arms and went straight for her legs, tying them together first at the ankles, then below and above the knees, and once at the top of her thighs. Her jean skirt was riding up on her the whole time and it took everything I had not to throw her over the back of a couch and fuck her brains out. Soon I would have all the time in the world to play with her body. Right now I just had to focus on the moment.

 

 

I continued to make a mummy out of her until I was sure she was helpless and then I rolled her over and taped her mouth shut. Slowly she began to realize that for a ‘burglar’ I did not seem to be interested in anything other then her. By that time it was already too late. I put a hood over her head and tied the drawstring tight around her neck. She started to panic as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the garage, even more so when she noticed she was going into the trunk of her car. I had just gotten Michelle inside and ready to go when I heard a sound that stopped my heart cold. The front door just opened and closed.

 

I came back out to the kitchen ready to fight – but to my relief it just another girl about Michelle’s age.  

 

Of course she had no idea what was happening and gave me a quick smile.

 

“You scared me there for a second. My name is Sarah, Michelle’s roommate. Are you Michelle’s friend?” She was the cutest little blonde girl I had ever seen. There was something about her face that made me unable or unwilling to look away. I could almost taste her lips and tongue on mine.

 

There was no real decision to be made at this point. I could not leave her there – taking her was my only choice. I let the gun speak for itself and close the distance quickly. She tried to make it to the door but I tackled her down before she could lift a foot.

 

“Be still. Be quiet. If you do what I tell you – I’ll just tie you up and leave you here. If you fight me even a little bit – I won’t bother wasting my time. Understand?”

 

She did not answer.

 

“Fine then, it makes to difference to me.” I put the gun under her chin and pulled the hammer back. It was not loaded of course. I would never have taken a chance like that with a loaded gun.

 

“You win - you win. Anything.”  …if only she knew.

 

I tied her up just like Michelle and taped her mouth shut. I will never forget the sight of Sarah holding out her delicate wrists to be tied for the first time. It was priceless. Then I hooded her fast, threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the car. With my two beauties nestled snuggly inside the trunk I slammed it shut and went back into the house. I grabbed some of the girl’s suitcases and packed them with as many clothes and personal items as I could so that people would think that her and her roommate had just left. Then I made one last sweep of the house to make sure that there was no indication of a struggle. I even remembered to lock the front door and turn the lights off.  

 

With my cargo in place I drove away from the house and down the empty streets into the pitch black night. It would be days before they were reported missing. By then that car would be in pieces buried on my property and the girls would be mine.

 

The long ride to my ranch began silently, however my passenger was soon full of life and noise. The voices were well muffled, but I nonetheless had the distinct feeling I was being cursed in various languages. The hours poured on relentlessly as the moonless night grew darker still. When we finally arrived I popped the trunk and got to work on the girls. The ropes worked well for the trip – nevertheless a long term solution was necessary to keep them bound and helpless as my prisoners. I grabbed hold of them by their necks with my big hands and applied a bit of pressure to stop their nervous squirming and get their attention. I wanted to show them just how helpless they were – that I could squeeze just as hard or as softly as I saw fit. I knew it was working when the moving ceased and the muffled pleading started up again.

I kept my hands in place while I made my speech.

 

“Glad I have your attention girls. We’re here now – at my place. There is not a single soul within 20 miles. I know these ropes are tight and you want to be untied. So I’m going to cut them away and put on a set of leather cuffs instead. If you try to fight me you’re only going to get hurt. Stay loose and limp and this will be over real quick.”  

 

I started on Sarah because she was closer. I put the cuffs on her ankles and wrists one by one as I cut the ropes away. Once they were buckled down and pad-locked I added a matching leather collar that seemed to humiliate her more then anything else. She was no trouble at all. I locked her hands behind her back and put her ankles together on an eight-inch chain before standing her up and leading the way inside. There was no danger in leaving Michelle unsupervised for the time being, but I slammed the truck down just as a precaution. Sarah was having a hard time walking with her ankles chained together, in fact I was half dragging her the whole way. She could not see the heavy steal door and the staircase – yet seemed to sense that she passing the point of no return when we got there and started crying again. I could have been mean, but at the time I just did not feel like it. I picked her up and carried her rest of the way. Once we were downstairs I locked her collar to eye bolt on the wall low enough so that she could sit on the floor and enjoy the show to come. I locked her wrists to the wall as well and pulled the hood off before I left, giving her a quick pat on the head. 

 

“Stay.”

 

Michelle knew better then to twist and turn as I cut the ropes and resigned her protests to giving me muffled yells. She even shot me the bird once which was certainly amusing. When I put the collar around her neck she went from scared and defensive to just plain pissed-off. Inside the house I basically had to wrestle her for ever foot of ground. Once I finally had her in the main room of the basement I positioned her facing against the edge of a low table, unlocking her ankles and refastening them to the table legs a good distance apart. Now I was ready to share my little secret with Michelle.

 

I took the hood off and allowed her eyes to adjust to the new environment. The whips and chains that decorated the walls of the dungeon merely hinted at the collection of cages, fucking machines and numerous other custom ordered devices. The lighting was dim in the cool main room and the whites of her eyes seemed to blaze against the struggling predawn light creeping in from the bared windows high above.

 

Jessica was looking very pleased with herself as she came down the stairs. I loved the way her soft black hair was bouncing lightly over her white satin negligee. The sexiest thing about my wife was her glorious 36 DD’s and matching hips. She made have wished she was more petite like the two brats we now owned – but I would not let her change a thing.   

 

She had a cruel smirk on her face as she eyed down the girl below.

 

“Hello Michelle, how are you doing these days?” her words dipped with delightful sarcasm.

“We are more then happy to have you as our guest. You see, we’ve decided that you are only fit to be a sex slave, so you will never be free again.” 

 

Sarah could not haven been more then ten feet away, but Jess was only interested in Michelle. She approached like a lioness, her delightfully wicked laughter perfectly complemented by the way she swayed her hips so seductively. Michelle’s tear-filled eyes said it all as Jess ran her fingers through the helpless girl’s hair.  

 

Watching them interact for the first time was almost too much handle and I had to break it up.

 

“Alright then – let’s get the bitch ready.”

 

I left her leather wrist cuffs fastened behind her back and tightened her collar. Of course she feebly tried to twist and turn her arms from my grasp, but with her legs spread wide apart she had no leverage; not to mention the fact that I outweighed her by about a hundred pounds of muscle. The next restraint was an arm binder that resembled an elaborate leather belt. Using this binding I was able to pull her elbows together and tie them securely in place, forcing her shoulders blades all the way back to compensate. This position appeared to be quite painful for the poor girl – yet it would surely be a pleasurable memory compared to experiences to come.

 

I wanted to enjoy the sound of her voice for a little while so I ripped the tape off her mouth and opened the floodgates.

 

“You don’t have to do this – if you let me go I’ll just forget the whole thing. I won’t tell anyone! I’ll walk home--! Please Jessica!” 

 

We were both amused by the endless barrage of pleas, mixed threats, and rants that came from her mouth a mile a minute. It was making me get hard fast – but I wanted to toy with her and make her suffer as long as possible. So with one hand I applied pressure on her back, forcing her to bend forward at the waist and lean onto to the table while I positioned myself behind her so she would get the idea. No sooner had her breasts touched the surface of the table did she spring back up against the light, measured resistance of my hand pressing down on her back. When she made it up-right I simply laid her flat again. This game continued for a brief time until she quickly tired. Then I simply leaned forward and pressed my cock against her ass until she fought with renewed vigor.

 

She was still clothed for the moment and desperately trying to talk her way out of the situation.

 

“Shush shush now little slut. You should be happy we making you a slave. Why you’ve always been a bit of whore haven’t you?” 

 

            “That’s not true – I’m sorry, I just want to go home now.”

 

“You don’t want to spend the rest of your life being fucked and treated like an animal?”

 

            “No! I never wanted this! Please let me go – you’re hurting me!”

 

 “Really? Alright then – I must have made a mistake. Let’s just do a simple test first – then we’ll see what you really want. I’m going to kiss you on your neck a little bit…if your nipples swell out for me you’ll spend the rest of your life as a sex slave. If your body doesn’t react – I’ll drive you home right away.”

 

Without waiting for a formal agreement I pulled her body back against my chest, covered her mouth with my hand and tilted her head up to the ceiling as I sank my teeth ever so lightly into her tender flesh. I pressed my cheek to hers while kissing into her neck like a predator feasting on his helpless prey, licking and gently nipping from the front of her throat around to the back just below her hair. My breath poured over her entire ear and my hot wet tongue traced every contour inside her lobes. With my hand over her mouth I could hear every quickened breath she took through her nostrils, letting me know exactly how her body was responding to my touch.

I parted my lips to whisper. 

 

“Are you ready to find out what you are?”

 

I lowered my hand from her mouth slowly, spread-out my fingers and ran them up and down over her shirt – feeling her hardened nipples jutting out for the entire world to see.

 

“I guess you are a filthy whore after all.” – She was completely humiliated and teary-eyed by this point.

 

I felt Jessica putting her hands up to my shoulders. “She always was a whore sweetheart – I bet she loves it up the ass!”

 

I was having fun humiliating Michelle, but had other needs to satisfy. I ran a pair of cloth sheers down the length of her skirt from the waistline down and did the same to her blouse, ripping the fabric from her body. In less the five seconds I had her standing in only a pair of high-cut panties that I quickly ripped away with my bare hands.

 

I heard Sarah gasp at the sight of what was happening to her friend and I turned my head to where she was chained. She was wide-eyed and motionless – obviously doing her best to remain unnoticed. I would be dealing with her soon and we both knew it. 

 

Michelle was breathing heavily now and begging for me to wait for just another moment. She knew she was going to be rapped – now she was only pleading for more time. I undressed myself leisurely and put my hand around her throat to hold her still as Jessica crawled up on the table and got face to face with her enemy.

 

 “His dick is going up your ass. These panties are going in your mouth.”

 

As expected she refused to open wide at first. I could have forced them in her mouth – but instead simply whispered in her ear that if she did not open her mouth, I would fuck her dry just to hear her scream.

            Her lips parted hesitantly and Jess did the honors of shoving the panties inside. A strip of clear packaging tape sealed her mouth shut and once again I leaned her over – this time I had Jessica lock her collar to a bolt on the table. Now I had a chance to get a better look at my pathetic victim. Her pouty pussy lips were just barely spread, showing a light pink contrast to her brown sugar skin. Her black hair was shortly trimmed, but not shaved. The anticipation was thickening in the room with each passing second as I continued to inspect her most secret areas. My finger slowly traced a path from the small of her back down between her checks and over her sensitive virgin asshole. I dipped my finger into a small jar of greasy lubrication and resumed lightly tracing over the smooth tightened skin, reminding myself to breathe. Slowly I began to press my index finger inside her ass, watching as her muscles tensed and contracted in a vain effort to hold me back. Then I felt my finger pass the grip of her sphincter muscles and force up inside of her.

            I was surprised to find her hot little ass was tighter then I expected. It was my first time entering a woman that way – but I knew it would be satisfying to violate her ass. I pulled my finger out slowly, working more of the slippery gel inside her hole and coating my throbbing hard-on with more of the same. Her legs were shaking as I grasped her tiny waist – locking myself onto her body with the tip of my shaft pressing on her bud. Then I took a deep breath and entered deep inside of her with one long hard thrust, rocking myself in and out until every single inch of my cock was up her ass.

            The feeling was amazing. She felt burning hot against the tender skin of my cock and I could feel every twitch and spasm of her ass as she tried to free herself from the intruder. I pulled out completely and coated my dick with another sloppy handful of lubrication – this time pushing in quickly and pumping as fast as possible. The more she moaned and fought and involuntarily tightened, the more she enhanced my own pleasure.

            With her panties stuffed in her mouth she could not speak at all, yet her fanatic muffled cries were music to my ears. With my hands on her hips I directed her ass to meet every hard thrust I made. The heavy table she was bent over was sliding further away until it reached a wall with a loud thud and it just kept coming. I closed my eyes and thought about the hell I would put her through and how much I would enjoy every second of it. Only her screaming and trashing brought me back to reality.

            I could feel my balls tightening up and the familiar euphoria that builds in the last seconds before the climax that enables me to pound at a furious pace. All the rest of the world faded away as I tried to hold off for just…another…second, until at last I sank my fingers into her hips – pulled her against me with all of my strength and shot a white-hot load into the furthest depths of her bowels. It was followed by another smaller burst and third until at last I was spent and waves of ecstasy washed through my veins. I leaned down and rested myself on top of her body for a moment wondering whose heart was beating fastest. Then I pulled out slowly and felt her asshole close around my cock as it slipped out. Sarah was shaking from head to toe. I knew that seeing what happened to Michelle would help persuade her to stay on good behavior.

 

Jess was certainly looking pleased. “Aren’t you glad we got the whole thing on tape?”

 

I had forgotten the room was video monitored. I just smiled in returned and whispered in her ear.

 

“I know you’re ready for you’re turn to play with her. But be patient. Let me shower her down first and get her ready in the other room.”

 

“That’s fine. I’ll go upstairs – I need to play with my toys for little while.” As she was walking up the stairs she stopped and turned back…

“I want that little blonde girl in there too.”

 

I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. When I returned, Michelle was still faintly screaming into her gag as if she were still being raped. Her arms were turning noticeably red by this point so I decided to untie them for now. She did not have the strength to fight as I carried her to the shower room; in fact her arms were completely useless for the moment. In the shower room I locked her ankle cuffs directly to eyebolts on the floor about four feet apart. She was kicking randomly at me as I locked her down, but once her legs were spread it was easy to lock her wrist cuffs together and fasten them to a chain hanging from the ceiling to pull her arms tautly over her head. Her over-stuffed mouth was giving me ideas about how it would be filled in the near future.   

 

The ice cold water woke her instantaneously from her dismal stupor and the look in her eyes told me to be thankful she was locked down. I thoroughly cleaned every inch of my victim with a garden hose attachment, starting with her feet. The misty clouds of water fell over her like a surreal rainstorm as images of raping her flashed in and out of my mind. Every once in a while I aimed a hard blast of water directly at her clit just to see her go crazy trying to twist and turn away. When she tried to give me an evil eye I sprayed her in the face. Once she was soaked down I got a little bottle of soap and filled my hands. Then I started to get a decent lather going over her shoulders and chest – being sure to get two good handfuls of her breasts and letting my cock brush against her ass whenever I wanted. Michelle was sobbing with her head hung low in utter defeat. She knew there was no escape from my touch.

 

I squeezed her firm little c-cup breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Then my hands slid down over her soapy body, cupping her pussy hard to remind her that I owned her body now. I used my middle finger to separate her lips, curling just the tip of my finger inside her as I whispered in her ear.  

 

“Your mine now slut.” 

 

 

 

 

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