To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 86 "Carpe Diem"
It was a warm spring night when the they heard the first knock on the
door. It shook violently. Kim Henderson open the door and peered out
into the darkness. She could see shapes in the distance but her focus
was on the man standing in front of her.
"Yes?" she asked.
"You Henderson?" came the reply.
"Whose asking?!" said Kim getting a little peeved and slightly cold.
The man was easily six and a half feet tall. His shoulders were broad and
he seemed to fill the doorway. It took very little effort for him to reach
forward and pick up Kim by her neck. She squirmed and tried hitting him. His
coat sleeve rolled back and she noticed a number of tattoos along his forearm.
She was starting to choke by the time her husband Don arrived.
"What is the meaning of this?" Don demanded.
The man let go of Kim and she had enough presence of mind to land squarely
on her rump. She rubbed her neck while slowly moving backwards behind Don.
"Are you Henderson?" the man asked.
"Yes, I am. And you are?"
"Smith, Mr Smith. I believe you allow men to fuck your daughters for a price?"
Don was unsure about answering the visitor's question but business was
business. He was independently wealthy but always felt he could use some
more cash.
"I do. Please come in Mr Smith. What would you like to drink?"
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John looked at his watch. He did a quick calculation in his head.
"They'll be there by now."
Phoebe nodded quietly. Her eyes clued to the clock on the wall.
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Mr Smith took the chair that Don offered him and sat down. Kim was ushered
off to the kitchen to make some tea. Don sat on the other side of the table.
"How did you come to hear about us Mr Smith?"
"A friend." replied the visitor.
"Fair enough. You do know the rates?"
"I do. But I'm not here to rent, I'm here to buy."
Both men looked up towards the kitchen as the sound of a gasp and a cup
clanging around the tiled floor. Don shook his head.
"My daughters are not for sale Mr Smith."
For the first time the visitor smiled.
"I'm not offering Henderson, I'm taking."
This time a second cup didn't clang, it smashed on the tiles.
Don smiled slightly and stood up. He moved swiftly into the kitchen and for a
few seconds there was a loud whisper between husband and wife.
Mr Smith let his head fall to the side and rolled it gently across his
shoulders to relieve the ache in his neck.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black Beretta with a silencer on the
end. He buffed the side of it a little and peered down the sight. For a couple
of seconds the argument got a little heated in the kitchen. He shook his hand to
relax it slightly. He repeated his client's orders
in his mind and decided that the mother was too old and too stupid to deal with
what his client wanted. He put the gun on his lap and folded the coat
over it just as the couple entered the room.
He looked up and smiled. Don smiled back but Kim crossed her arms and glared.
"Where are the girls?" asked Mr Smith.
"What? .. They're up in their room. Tied of course." responded Don.
"Good. What have you decided?" asked Mr Smith.
"Decided? ... Oh, um ... well. The wife and I don't want to sell." said Don.
Mr Smith smiled. It was a really big smile. The gun tapped the side of the table
as it appeared upwards. Don's eyes grew wide as he saw the muzzle and with a
quick movement had managed to grab Kim and put her in front of him just in time
for the first two shots to enter her body.
Kim slumped to her knees and fell forwards onto the floor. Blood appeared slowly
around her and began it's new life as a stain on the carpet.
Don pulled himself up of the ground and looked directly into the barrel of the
gun.
"Nice move." said Smith. "If it helps, I would have done the same."
Mr Smith gave one last smile before squeezing the trigger.
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Paul Winslow peered out through the curtains. He was completely naked and in the
lounge's soft light his body glistened with sweat making him look more like a
male model than the father of a teenage slave.
"Looks like Don has some more guys over to fuck his daughters." he said to no
one in particular. There was one other person in the room and that was his
daughter Cindy. She reframed from making idle chitchat. Fear from
speaking without permission saw to that.
Cindy's shins ached from kneeling too long and she lifted one of her knees
slightly to relieve the soreness. Unfortunately this didn't go unnoticed
by her father.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked politely.
Cindy looked from her father to her knees. She lowered it back onto the
triangled ruler and sighed quietly as the pain in her upper shin returned.
"That's better. In fact, you might need some help."
Cindy remained quiet but watchful as her father walked passed her and picked up
a couple of 2 kg barbells. He handed them to her and she held them above her
head. This extra weight forced the ruler deeper into her shins.
Cindy's eyes watered and she blinked furiously. The pain in her legs was
unbearable but it would be nothing compared to what her father would do if she
moved. She watched as Paul sat on the sofa reading a magazine.
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Mr Smith opened the door and shouted out instructions to four men who were
waiting by the van. They carried the two girls into the van and dumped them
on the floor.
After the crew had a pick though the Henderson's processions Mr Smith took the
keys and locked the door. The van drove off and it's red lights
disappeared around a corner.
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Twenty minutes had passed and Cindy was on the verge of crying out. She
meditated as she was trained to do at Hackmoore's school. She tried to ignore
the pain but her concentration was slipping. Thankfully before she lost her
focus she was roughly pushed over onto the floor. She laughed with relief as the
blood returned to her shins. It even tickled slightly.
"Good to see you're in a laughing mood. You'll need it. Down to the cellar."
Cindy slowly stood up and stretched her leg muscles. After a minute of
rubbing her shins she walked very slowly down the cellar stairs where Paul
was grabbing items from the cupboard.
"Strip and kneel." he commanded.
Cindy removed her light pink cami and boy-short pyjama shorts. She tossed them
into the corner of the room and knelt down where her father had pointed.
"Turn around!" he barked.
Cindy saw she was facing the wrong way and quickly did a one eighty turn.
Sitting back on her knees Cindy reached down and tied her ankles to straps which
were in the ground. Then she reached forward towards a leather strap
on a post and tied it around her neck. There she waited.
Behind her mounted on a swivel in the ground was another post. It had a
metal connection about halfway for an assortment of dildos and devices. Paul
dropped some candles and a gas lighter beside her and tied the remaining straps
to Cindy's wrists. He checked the tightness of the neck and ankle straps and was
satisfied. Even though he didn't communicate this to Cindy.
Next he connected a rigid dildo to the post behind her. It had a number of metal
spikes along it's sides. Then he placed the candles about two inches ahead of
Cindy's breasts.
"Okay Cin. This is an easy game. I'm going to pulled on this lever and if
you're stronger than me then your tits won't get burnt. Easy eh?"
Cindy braced herself and gasped as the post behind her was pulled forward enough
for the dildo to enter into her anus. She had no choice but to force herself
back onto it or suffer burns to her breasts. The spiked dildo was cruel but not
so rigid that it didn't bend slightly. Paul reached down and
lit both the candles. He stood up, rubbed his hands and then pulled on the
post. Cindy groaned inwardly as the dildo forced itself into her asshole.
It was only about two inches in but it felt like it filled her ass up entirely.
Paul put more pressure on the post and it slowly inched it's way up Cindy's
tight ass. The flames on the candles got closer and closer and Cindy forced
herself back but she knew she couldn't hold out for long.
Paul then did something that Cindy didn't expect. He yanked the post forward and
Cindy fell forward knocking her head on the post in front of her. The dildo tore
through her asshole and Cindy screamed. The flames from the candles licked away
at her very sensitive nipples.
Paul locked the post in that position and sat back. Cindy screamed in torment
all the while Paul took photographs. Her nipples sizzled from the flames.
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