To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 93 "The requests"
John sat back in his chair and took a fax from his in-tray. He looked at it for
a few moments and then put his feet up on the desk. He continued to read the fax
and slowly but surely, he smiled.
"Phoebe!"
After a moment's hesitation the door opened and Phoebe walked in. John loved the
way Phoebe dressed. She had on a cute little rectangular-neck top which hugged
her firm breasts very nicely. John loved the way Phoebe showed off her cleavage.
Her ass was covered nicely in some cut off jeans.
John wished that Phoebe could suck cock just as well as she wore clothes.
"Did you read this fax?" asked John.
"No boss."
John smiled. "Then read it and make the necessary arrangements."
Phoebe took the fax and read it. John silently waited for the gasp and was
rewarded it when he saw her get to the second paragraph. She looked at John with
a mixture of shock and terror. He knew full well that Phoebe and Theresa were
best of friends.
"John please, not Theresa."
"And why not Theresa?" queried John.
"But .. but .. she's ... " stammered Phoebe.
"Nothing more than a slave and right now someone wants her and is willing to pay
a very nice price. Get Ivy ... Damn! Get TC to whip Theresa a few times and ship
her out to the Winslows. Also see if you can get teenage boy sent over from
China."
Phoebe nodded and walked off. She sat in her chair and cried for a few minutes.
Then made the necessary phone calls. _______________________________
TC's cell phone rang. He quickly rammed the end of the cat whip into the ass of
his current student which was accompanied by a loud groan. He ran his hand over
his towel and quickly pressed the 'Send' key.
"Yeah ... what ... ah ... girl called Theresa. No worries. Will get onto it this
morning."
He put the phone down and returned to his student. Patting her on the ass he
twisted the whip handle in her anus. She groaned loudly through her gag.
"Sorry honey, I have to go in a few minutes so let's really make this one
count."
TC pulled out the whip and wiped off the blood and shit on the student's hair.
He lashed her buttocks and back until they were deep red, then he thrashed her
some more.
The girl was unconscious when he left. A few minutes later TC got to his
destination, the holding cells. He walked in and pulled the clipboard off the
back of the door. He ignored the jumbled pleas for help and mercy. Locating
Theresa's cell, number 23, he marked down that she was no longer there and was
assigned to himself. On one wall there was a metal cabinet. It was as far away
from the slaves as it could be placed and it had a strong metal covering on it.
TC took a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He then flicked a switch
corresponding to Theresa's cell. He also removed a key with with number 23 on
it. He strolled along the wide corridor to the cell. The door's magnetic lock
was released but TC still had to unlock the door itself. Inside were three girls
who stood up immediately as soon as he walked to the door. TC could tell they
were planning to escape. He unlocked the door and opened it.
"Theresa?" he asked.
One of the girls look up and then quickly away. Unfortunately not quick enough
for TC. He walked in and beckoned her over. TC was big enough to handle three
girls but he also wasn't stupid. He walked over to the nearest one and punched
her in the face. Blood spilled from her nose as she crumpled to the floor
screaming. The other girl lunged at his back but TC grabbed her and threw her at
the bars. There was a light bell sound like someone hitting a gong and TC
watched as the girl fell to the ground, unconscious.
Now there wasn't any threat. He took Theresa by the hair and dragged her outside
of the cell. After he locked the door he placed cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Then he connected her wrist cuffs together behind her back and led her out to
the courtyard. The sun blinded Theresa. She had been locked in the cells for
weeks. She blinked often but tears streamed down her cheeks.
TC led her to a whipping post. He un-cuffed her wrists and then cuffed them
again to some chains at the top of the post. He connected an ankle cuff to a
much smaller post in the ground behind her. Theresa heard a rip and felt her
clothing being cut from her body. She mumbled a rejection to this but couldn't
say the words properly. There he left her to warm up in the sun.
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Phoebe knocked on John's office and entered. John was reading some accounts and
didn't bother to look up. Phoebe waited.
"What is it?" John mumbled.
"China is sending over a teenage male slave and he should be here day after
tomorrow. Theresa is being looked after by TC. I've asked him not to do anything
to her vagina or anus as she's being sold."
"Good."
Phoebe waited for a few seconds in case there were any orders. She turned around
and started to walk back to her desk when John called out to her.
"Yeah boss?"
John pushed his chair back and stood up. He beckoned Phoebe to come to him and
stand between him and the desk. Phoebe moved into position. After a moment's
hesitation she started to unbutton John's shirt. A minute later John was naked.
Phoebe removed her top and jeans. She didn't wear any underwear, there wasn't
much point as it only got in the way.
"Turn around and lean forward. Open your legs. When was the last time you were
ass-fucked?" asked John.
"Not for a few weeks Sir." Phoebe confessed.
"Is that good?"
"No Sir, a slave should have her ass fucked at every opportunity."
"Good. Now this will hurt ... a lot."
Phoebe reached behind her and parted her ass cheeks for John. She felt John
place the tip of his huge cock at the entrance of her ass hole. Then John leaned
forwards putting all of his weight into the slow thrust. Tears from Phoebe's
eyes streamed down her cheeks as she gasped with each movement. John grabbed
Phoebe's shoulders and lifted her upwards. Phoebe could feel herself being
completely impaled on his member. Phoebe groaned loudly.
Using her tits John started to fuck her. Hard and fast. She felt like he was
ripping out her insides. John piston his hard cock into her ass hole. Her
screams and bucking made him harder. Her insides tore from the insertion and
blood became the Phoebe's only lube. Shit leaked out around his cock. Phoebe
couldn't even breath she was in so much pain.
After a few minutes John came. He panted and finally withdrew from Phoebe's
tortured backside. Phoebe lay there panting but felt a hand around her neck. She
was stood up and turned around.
"Kneel."
Phoebe obeyed. Right in front of her was a shit and blood covered cock. She knew
what she had to do.
"SUCK!"
Phoebe startled from the order and still with tears streaming down her cheeks
she opened her tiny mouth and John forced his cock into her throat. She did what
she was trained to do ... ignore the smell and clean up her master.
Phoebe did a good job too.
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An hour later TC returned. Theresa wasn't as pale as she was when he first went
to get her. He dropped the cat's tail whip onto the ground beside him and
rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out some string and tied up Theresa's long
hair. It could get tangled in her hair and his orders were not to damage her too
much.
Theresa watched TC pick up the whip and swing it a few times. Then he lashed her
and Theresa was so shocked she couldn't even scream. She did have some movement
though and jumped around as much as possible. After five or so lashes TC wasn't
getting the kind of results he wanted.
He rummaged in his pocket again and found what he was looking for. He dropped
the whip and walked to the post. As he walked past he grabbed Theresa's tit and
dragged it with him. He ignored Theresa's protests and clamped a very strong and
nasty clamp onto her tortured nipple.
But TC wasn't done yet. He reached around and grabbed Theresa's other tit and
pulled the end of the rope and tit together. Theresa nearly fainted when he
clamped the second clamp onto her tit. She leaned against the post trying to get
her breath back and her body under control. Both her nipples were cruelly
stretched either side of the post. She couldn't move or she'd lose her tits.
TC picked up the whip again and lashed at Theresa's back. Theresa groaned.
"Much better. Let's try again."
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