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w32.C1H.SPACEFILLER virus and inflicted it on the world and myself in particular. (Don't you
hate it when bad things happen to good people?) If I ever meet the guy...bang zoom ---to the
moon Alice!!
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Trophy Wife
Part 5
I had given Vicki a couple of days to recover. She would need these days as the beating
had been quite severe. During these two days, she had nothing to eat or drink. As for sleep I
had let her have virtualy none, a couple of hours at most. To keep her amused I had her watch a
steady diet of porn and any tit shows I could think of. Good intellectual shows like Baywatch,
and Showgirls, and 9 1/2 weeks. Still looking in on her she looked great, her eyes were sunken
and hollow but other than that she looked ready to fuck. That sounded like a good plan for the
day.
I made myself breakfast and ate, then went into the dungeon. Stacey was still stretched
out on the bed, still in her maid costume. She was asleep when I entered the bedroom portion of
the dungeon. Seeing her fantastic body all stretched out, combined with my morning hornyness,
distracted me from my plans for Vicki. I stripped, and stradled her sleeping form. I tried not
to wake her, instead I dangled my cock against her lips, and began to play it against her mouth.
In her sleep she parted her lips slightly, that was all I needed. I slowly pushed my way inside
her mouth. Before I got to far in she woke with a start, her face filled with shock and panic.
She had partially begun to suffocate, in her sleep. I let her get used to the invasion, before I
continued my movements in and out of her now responsive mouth. Tied as she was to the bed, she
could move very little. I was extremely horny and my erection was at its fullest already.
Looking down on her strugling to accomodate me combined with the vision of her taught arms
chained to the bed corners filled me with a tremendous rush of excitement. I had to pull myself
back from the brink, and withdraw from her sucking mouth. Merely resting it on her face was
almost too much, as she continued to lick at the underside of my cock, one of the more sensitive
areas. I was glistening with her saliva. I leaned down positioning my hands on the bed and slide
myselfdown her body till I had my cock hovering above her helpless spread entrance. Despite the
fact that I had been in her hundreds of times by now, she looked up at me, her face filled with
fear and trepidation. Catching her off guard like I did must have really rattled her cage.
I owned her completely, without further delay I began to force myself into her dry
vagina. The only lubrication she could rely on was the saliva she had imparted to my cock. There
was of course no baby oil on her cunt. If she had had the time to think back to her now dead
lover Jason, perhaps she coul have conjured up some moisture from her pussy to ease the way. But
the manner of her awakening did not allow this. As I penetrated her I could see her face
changing from the pantomime lust to pain and back again to actificial lust as I took her in
stages. It would have been slow going had my concern revolved around her pleasure in the
slightest. Which of course it did not. She was not my wife, nor my girlfriend. She was my
property. I wanted my property to suffer, I wanted her to suffer for all of her days for her
crime. Soon I was buried in her softness, I was home again in a familiar place, as was she. She
was flat on her back, helpless looking up at me, her owner fucking her, raping her senseless
again. I couldn't think of a more suitable punishment for this trecherous murderous bitch, who
up to this point in her life had gotten everyting in her life by willingly putting herself flat
on her back. In effect prostituting herself to her own husband. Poetic justice, what a turn on!
I pounded into her slowly, rythmically, I wanted to be certain that she was getting every
portion of every inch I had to give her. Every so often I would send myself into her as hard as
I could. I wanted to catch her by surprise and off guard. She was trying hard to act like a
slut. Trying hard to present the illusion of excitement that I expected, that I demanded. She
had however been moved up the bed incrementaly by my thrusting, and her ankle chains had been
pulled taught. The iron cuffs were digging into her fishnet clad legs, holding her from sliding
further up the bed. The cuffs digging into her legs would occasionally produce a grimace of
pain, on an otherwise lustfull demeanor. I lay myself completely flat on her, my entire weight
crushing her into the bed. My perspiration was dripping off me and onto her. Further painting
her with my essence. I insinuated both my hands beneath her, to squeeze her ass. A hand in each
cheek. I crushed her globes in my hands, each one was a near perfect fit for one of my large
hands. I tilted her pelvis in my hands to get maximum penetration. A little upward angle was all
that it took. Soon the familiar pinprick of her IUD was hitting the end of my dick. It was
strange, but I was beginging to enjoy that little bit of pain the strings wold cause me. I knew
she was getting the worst of it though. Stacy was crying out now in simulated passion. Despite
Victoria being behind two curtains, and two rooms away, I knew she could hear us. Her screams
had joined ours. Poor thing hearing her fate, being caged up for a few days was too much for
her. It was the first sign that proved to me that I was on the right track with her now.
Screaming was a good sign. A defiant woman would not scream like that. As I was raping Stacy, I
heard Victoria yelp. She had no doubt inadvertantly touched the electrified wall cage door.
Stacey's skirt was pushed up high and bunched around her waist. Her belly would be my target for
this shot. After a few more violent plunges into her I reared back, up and out of her, aiming my
spurting member at her body. My cum splashed all over her abdomen. Weeks earlier she would have
reacted with supreme disgust at this degrading spectacle. Now however, she was writhing in her
chains like a porn queen trying to earn a bonus cheque.
I released her arms and made her scoop up the cum with her long fingernails. She slurped
up the mess, and sucked it down like it was life-giving nectar. Which of course it was, if she
failed to drink it down I would not be pleased, and her life would be in jeopardy. Her cum
drinking routine was suitably slutty. I crawled up to her face and made her clean me off too.
Afterward I released her, to let her stretch, eat, and go to the washroom. After that it was
time to check on the fresh meat.
I opened the wall cell to reveal a different woman. Gone was the defiant independent
woman that had gone into the cell a few days earlier, to be replaced by this broken creature.
She smelled horrible, she must have pissed all over herself in fear. The bedpan that was in the
cell with her had been filled. Her hair was dirty and stringy, it fell down her face without
grace or charm. She looked like shit, however she was not beyond repair. Stacy would get her
cleaned up. I left the women with hair, makeup, and apparel instructions. There werre two of
them to prepare. I knew that Stacy would have to do the majority of the work for the both of
them. Vicky was in no shape to refuse anything. That however, made her in no shape to
participate in her preparations either. I gave them two and a half hours to prepare themselvves
for me. This was an uncommonly generous amount of time. Stacy realized this, Vicky did not know
my habits yet. The amount of time was for Vicky, I would only have one first time for her, as
would she. And I wanted it to be memorable for us both.
My anticipation made the time pass slowly. I was very horny for my new prisoner. The
longer I waited for her the harder my erection seemed to get. Soon I was rewarded with a
delicious sight. Stacy walked into the bedroom chamber first. Her face was painted like the
whore she was, as always I specified that her lips and nails were bright red. Her hair was
perfection and framed her face in a soft cloud of bouncy curls. I had forced her to wear my
favorite outfit. It was the essence of simplicity. It was also the first costume that I had had
her wear for me. The bra she had on was merely her black underwire. There was no material
covering her breast. They were fully exposed to my hungry eyes. All the underwire would do for
her would be to support her tits, and keep them from swaying too much. It is as if they were
being held out proudly, offered to me for my inspection, and use. The single other garment that
she was wearing was her garterbelt and matching stockings. What else would she need really? The
sole reason for her to be wearing clothes was to exite me. Her minimalist ensemble was surely
doing that to me. Her red hair was complemented perfectly by the black lingerie. I had to call
Vickie to make her breach the final curtain that seperated us. She passed throught the curtain
slowly, dread was walking with her. In contrast she was a vision in white, I had decided that
she would be dressed as a bride for her first time with me. It would be one of many firsts for
her. Being a lesbian, it was likely her first time with a man. A bridal ensemble was suitably
sick for this event. She would likely have never gotten married in the real world. Being gay she
may have had a commitment ceremony that she would have cherised. Now she would remember this no
matter what her future would bring, if in fact she ever had a future.
She was a vision of femininity, and vulnerability, as all brides are. Her hair was
similar to Stacy's, with many lush full curls framing her heavily made up face. I had however
instructed Stacy, to take away her friends natural blonde color. She had changed her friends
hair, bleached it completely white. A platimum blonde caricature of a woman stood before me now.
As always her lips and nails were matching bright red. Over her head she wore the veil that I
had ordered for her. It came down to cover her exposed breasts. Around her waist I had her
wearing an antique corset, white of course. It cinched her already trim waist into a surreal
hourglass shape. Following her body down, her hands were clasped before her nervously fretting.
They were encased in lace gloves, which flowed up her arms to her elbows. Her hands held a tiny
clutch purse, which both Stacy and myself knew what lay within the purse. My cock throbbed in
anticipation of revealing to Vicky what it was she was carrying. She wore no underpants, there
was no point, but she was not bare. She was wearing a see through lace skirt that merely
obscured her crotch but did not conceal it. As I looked closely at her crotch I could see that
stacy had followed my instructions and shaved her friend bare down there. How much better this
would be for her first time, for her to feel everything I could give her. She was certainly more
sensitive there now. He skirt was short, if she were to bend over slightly she would expose
herself to me completely. Her ass would merely be enhanced and framed by the lacy covering.
Certainly not protected or covered by it. I had covered her legs in matching white silk
stockings. They were decorated with a floral print. But the crowning touch was on their feet.
Stacy and Vicky both wore the same foorwear this time, each in their respective colors. Black
for Stacy and white for Vicky. They were bedroom slippers, with heels on them. Covering the toe
portion of the slippers were a poof of simulated feathers. They were very delicate, feminine and
ridiculous all at the same time.
Tons of slutty makeup does wonders to improve an exhausted womans appearance. She looked
good enough to fuck. I had Stacy help her to the bed. I had Vicky lay down on the bed on her
back in the bed. Stacy sat at the head of the bed holding her friends arms stretched out above
her head. Vicky looked fantastic stretched out like that. Her pose and the attire contributed to
her sacrificial appearance. In effect Stacy would be helping me rape her friend.
Without further ado I stripped naked, but slowly. My erection clearly frightened and
disgusted my new captive. Hers eyes were nevertheless drawn to my crotch. Whenever she caught
sight of me she would turn her head away, then look back again, further torturing herself. It
was as if she had a toothache that she kept prodding with her tongue. You know your tooth will
hurt but you have to poke at it anyway. I climbed between her legs, I purposely let my erection
drag across her thigh as I settled into position. Despite her fear her flesh was warm and
inviting, drawing me, welcoming me her rapist in. Despiter her fear she did not move a muscle at
my touch. I left her veil down over her face, but used my cock as my hand to brush her skirt up
and expose her cunt to my gaze. It glistened beneath the sheen of baby oil that had been applied
to her. I looked up into Stacy's eyes, I wondered how it felt for her to have applied the oil to
her friends vagina for my use. I poked at her entrace with my dick, just too provoke a reaction.
She flinched a bit but otherwise did not react. Stacy was still holding her arms tightly, above
her head just in case. Penetrating her did however provoke a reaction, I slide myself into her.
I wanted to take my time with her. It was surprisingly easy to penetrate her. I expected the
going to be tougher, given the fact that I was the first man to ever enter her. Before I knew it
I was in her completely. She was trying hard to remain stiff as a board, trying to make herself
a dead fuck rather than a good fuck. In this she was doing a good job. Foolish little bitch! She
obviosly didn't know I had ways of making her fuck. For now however, I would be satisfied with a
reaction of some sort. Pain was a crude but effective motivator, and before me were her nipples,
they were ready made pain receptors. I licked my way to them, drew one in my mouth and began to
crush its tenderness between my teeth. My weight held her body down as she began to twist and
writh beneath me. Stacy was still holding her arms down as Vicky struggled ernestly in her pain.
Her struggles transformed her body into an extremely pleasurable ride. One that I fully intended
to enjoy. Toward that end I was slamming into her freely now. The bed rocked with the weight of
the three of us on it this time. It would not collapse though. I had made sure that it was
strong enough to chain someone of my size to. It was incredibly sturdy. Looking down on her as a
drove myself into her repeatedly, I noticed that I had done more damage to her nipple than I had
intended. A small trickle of blood had begun to seep from her. It was quite erotic to notice the
red in contrast with her virginal white attire. I continued to drink in her beauty. Looking down
her body I watched as I entered her and then withdrew over and over again. "How does it feel to
get fucked whore?" I taunted. She failed to respond, except animalisticaly, with grunts and the
odd strangled scream.
Her body was being stretched as I fucked her and Stacy held her arms down. Her breasts
were fully exposed to me having been lifted out of her garments minimmalist cups. They bounced
freely, pleasantly to the rythym I had imposed on her body. I came in her, as always it was too
quick for my tastes. It would always be better if I were able to last longer. The better to
debase her with a long session. The realization of what I had done to her hit her. That I had
actually exjoyed torturing her, hurting her, raping her enough to actually receive enough sexual
pleasure to cum in her. This realization left her face contorted in pain. My experience had been
the exact opposite of hers, and would always be so. She was destroyed now, I had destroyed her.
No man had cum in her before, no man had had her to this point in her life. No other man would
ever have her, unless I decided to share my good fortune, and expose her to others.
I kept myself in her for as long as I could. I felt myself gradually soften in her
delicate folds, and then fall from her. She was not struggling beneath me. The expulsion of my
cock brought some relief to her face, but I would see to it that this relief was short lived.
She looked suddenly used up, as thought my rape of her had aged her greatly. I sat back to enjoy
my handywork, to survey what I had done to her. My cum was dribbling out of her exposed vagina,
and was trickling down between her ass checks. Vicky was flushed from her efforts, and her
breathing was begining to return to normal. Stacy was still holding her arms lightly now. She
had moved on to comforting her friend gently stroking her hair.
"You girls must be hungry." They both looked at me hopefully. Vicky hadn't had anything
to east since the night I took her. Neither had Stacy, whom I was now directing my gaze towards.
"As an appetizer you can start by feeding on my cum Cunt. Just because it's in whore box is no
reason to let it go to waste."
She looked like she would be ill. The prospect of eating my cum had become a normal part
of her everyday existance by now. But the demand to eat it from another woman, her friend no
less, was a development that she might have suspected would be in her future. This suspicion
though horrible was nothing compared to the horror of the imminent reality of her plight.
Surprisingly she began to shake her head no continuously, she tried her best to plead
her way out of it. "Please Darling, I've been so good.... I've done everything for you...please
don't make me do this....this to her." I had heard quite enough by this time. I cut her off.
"Who the fuck do you expect I get to clean her up?! You don't expect me to stick my face in her
filthy dyke crack do you cunt?" She wasn't crying, she was likely beyond that by this time. "You
stupid little bitch. You know your going to do it in the end. You know I can make you do
anything." As I spoke I rose from the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, and retrieved an
implement to inflict pain for her. "It's boring having to prove that simple fact to you over and
over again cunt. But I suppose that I really should that you for giving me the chance to try out
my new flogger on your hide."
She had begun to move slowly to her disgusting task, her every movement was the picture
of reluctance. Vicky had closed her legs at
the first mention of what I had in mind. It was amuusing to watch Stacy fight with her friend to
pry them apart. Stacy was going to be raping her friend for me. "Oh Vicky I'm sorry...I'm so
sorry." I slashed into her rear with the flogger. It wasn't an easy blow. Angry welts rose on
her flesh, shortly afterward. Despite the blow she didn't cry out. Vicky resisted, but not much.
She recogniozed the inevitability of the forced coupling just as Stacy did. Stacy kept up her
babbling apologies. I kept slashing at her. "Shut up cunt, I didn't say you could talk. Just
fill you mouth with her, get started." I punctuated the remark with a series of hard blows to
her backside and her legs. Vicky was holding Stacy's head in her hands keeping her from getting
any closer to her than about six inches. Stacy was reluctant to proceed further to her goal,
despite the whipping I was administering. I was getting impatient. "Get started, I haven't got
all day you dumb bitches." In truth I did have all day. Vicky was holding her away from her
croth, still. By now tears from her pain and shame were flowing down Stacy's cheeks freely.
"Please....please." She begged..though not directed to me, but to her friend to release her grip
and in effect let her continue. Her begging was effective. Vicky transfered her grip from her
friends head to her own face, submitting to the lesbian rape. She covered her face with her
hands in an effort to block the scene from her conciousness and remove herself from this latest
torture. Theway now clear I watched as Stacy's toungue crept out for a first tentative lick. At
first contact Vicky's legs had tightened around Stacy head, making my voyeurism all but
impossible. I knew from their joint reactions that Stacy was making tentative licks at her at
least. While she licked I climbed on the bed behind Stacy, and began to feed myself into her
cunt which had poked out between her the plush curves of her thighs all vulnerable and
available. I entered her easily and completely entering her with practiced familiarity. We were
fast becoming lovers, she had learned just how to move to facilitate my entry and ensure a
pleasurable ride for me. And despite her predicament, her face being pressed into her friends
vagina, she managed to hold herself up, and at just the right angle for my entry. Each time I
pressed myself into her, her face was forced into greater contact with the crotch of her friend
Vicky. Of course I didn't expect either woman to enjoy what I was forcing them to do. In fact I
expected them to detest it, that was the point after all. Soon however, I would compel them to
feign delight and enthusiam at the prospect of putting on a lesbian show for me. As I fucked her
I taunted her with comments like "How's that taste cunt?" and "You're really getting into this
now cunt." After a while Stacy stopped making such a fuss and got down to the serious matter at
hand. She lapped at her friends vagina, cleaning up all the mess I left behind. I made sure that
she licked down Vicky's ass to get every messy drop that had trickled down her behind. For her
part Vicky was laying on the bed stoicly letting Stacy finish. This tactic would end her ordeal
quicker, but I was making mental notes for latter discipline. I didn't want her to be a board. I
wanted her to respond. After a while of using Stacy I became bored, I pulled my cock out of her
cunt and began rubbing it up and down in the crack between her cheeks. In effect I was menacing
her ass. I pushed the head into her asshole, it popped in, she moaned, groaned loudly into her
friends crotch. "You are such a horny slut! Aren't you cunt?" She paused briefly in between her
slurps, managed to croak out a "Yes Darling."
Vicky still was covering her face with her forearm, in a feeble effort to blot out reality. I
called out to her. "Hey whore! Is she any good at eating you?" She answered in a way contrived
to spare her friend any trouble. "She's doing fine darling." Her effort to spare her friend
emperiled herself instead. "It doesn't look like she getting to you. Are you sure she's doing
ok?" All the while I was slowly entering Stacy's ass, I didn't want this to ever end. At that
Vicky moved her arms from her face and grabbed onto the headboard. Her makeup was ruined, her
mascara had run all over her face, making her look like a racoon. She began to mimic, though
poorly, arousal on her friends toungue. By now I was alternating between Stacy's cunt and ass. I
would spend a few minutes, a few strokes in her ass, then pull out and do the same in her front.
Not very hygenic, but I didn't mind, she would clean me up latter. The defeated expression on
Vicky's face was exciting me beyond description, beyond my ability to contain myself any longer.
Owning these women there was no need, I relaxed completely and let myself come into Stacy. As
luck would have it I just so happened to be in her pussy. After I had come down from my climax,
Stacy knew what to do, all I had to do was to gently push her into motion. I turned her around
till her mouth was able to engulf my softened cock. This brought the women into a near
sisty-nine position. Vicky put up a bit of a fuss, but I soon had the women slurping away at
each others crotch. This was a moment that deserved to0 be imortalized properly. I left them to
their own devices for a few minutes to retrieve a high quality 35mm film camera. Say what you
want about them, in relation to digital cameras, but if you want great color seperation you
still can't beat film. Soon I had returned to find them, their faces still buried in each others
crotches. They had continued to enjoy each other while I was gone.
I began snapping away, they were surprised at first but I urged them on to greater
efforts, coaxing a more convincing performance out of them for each picture. I used up several
rolls of film. The majority turned out great. Most revealed the horror and shock on their faces,
expecially on Vicky's as she was not used to my ways and her new life yet. Some of the pictures
were however remarkably convincing and indeed erotic even. Suitable for framing, perhaps even
for posting on the web, in some amateur newsgroup. There was no point in letting them continue
for very much longer. I had what I wanted, I had made them perform with each other, they were
both humiliated, fucked and licked clean, and I had the pictures of the episode that I wanted.
As they were about to leave I noticed that Whore had forgotten her purse behind on the bed. To
be truthful, in all the excitment I too had forgoten it. I called ou to them, and tossed it into
cunts hands. "Help her put this on for me would you?" She removed the ring gag fro the cluthc
purse and strugled with her friend for a bit till she calmed her down enough to fastten it about
her head. Her mouth was held open by the round tempered steel ring. her lips were help apart and
formed a perfect O for my disk to enter. I held her on her knees
before me by her platimum hair. I fed myself into her mouth, my cock dripping with the residue
of cunts orifices. I handed the camera to cunt and as I slowly entered her mouth for the first
time the flashes of the camera going off distracted me. Cunt had begun to snap some pictures.
They did not turn out very well her hands were trembling too much and the images were all blurry
and shaky. Having cum several times in the last few hours I was in no condition to pop again in
whore's mouth. Too bad really, but I could always save that for latter. I had all the time in
the world for her.
They had both been remarkably well behaved. Being raped in front of another woman seemed
to make them both more submissive and compliant. A surprising bonus that would make my task, of
breaking them an easier one. I supervised their cleanup myself this time. They removed the
humiliating lingerie that I compelled them to don, and returned them to their respective boxes.
I watched them shower and clean themselves and each other up. Watching them use the soapy dildo
to clean each other made me wish that I still had my camera with me. Those would have been hot
pictures. After their shower they stood before me as if for inspection waiting tfor further
instructions. For a moment I was struck dumb by their beauty and my good fortune. Vicky was
basically asleep on her feet, she was swaying gently back and forth before me.
I walked over to Vicky, and placed the iron collar around her neck and fastened it
seccurly. I next moved to the door of the wall cell, and opened it for them. "Ok bitches in you
go." Stacy complied first, falling down to her hands and knees and crawling into the hole in the
wall. I gestured for Vicky to follow her in. She fell to her hands and knees and followed her
friend into her new home. After they were both tucked in. I bend down to examine them. The wall
cell was so tight that it really was unsuitable for two. Their naked bodies were pressed up
against each other. No matter how they were to move they would be touching one another in some
manner. Satisfied with their plight I swung the door closed on them, and sealed them in securely
for the time being. I would have to see about expanding their quarters. I'm not an overly cruel
man. Prison over crowding is a major source of discontent among convicts. I had planned on
imposing a lifelong sentence on these two. As such they would need a more humane environment.
More humane, though not a country club. At least not the underground portion.
Keeping two women in captivity was going to naturally be twice the work. Some of this
work I had decided to offload on the women themselves. In particular their meal preparation.
Based upon their weight and the physical demands I placed upon them, I calculated the caloric
intake that they would need to keep them alive. I decided to come up with a method that they
could prepare their own meals. Denying them the needed food would also povide me with another
angle to make them do what I wanted. I ordered a rolling cart built that had some drawers built
into it, that I then placed some non-perishable food items in. Built into this little cart I had
a small refrigerator installed as well. So that the fruit and other items that I allowed on
their diet would not spoil. Each week I loaded up what would hold them for only five days. Their
good deeds would have to earn them the remaining two days worth of food. Elsewise they would go
hungry.
I didn't place either of the women in charge of rationing the supply. I decided to let
anarchy reign supreme. That way if one turned out to be more bossy than the other, she could
dominate the other and hog up more calories than the other. I thought that this would provide an
excellent chance to make their captivity even more hellish. If they did start to compete for
food, then they would start to hate one another. How awful it would be for them to have to
perform sexaully with each other, hating each other so much. Additionally they would have to lay
beside each other each night, constantly in contact with the other. Or they could cooperate, but
if they did start to cooperate I would reduce the caloric intake till I did get them to compete
fiercely with each other. An interesting experimment in justice and their mentality in
captivity. Also it removed a tremendous amount of work from my hands. I no longer had to prepare
any of their meals, except of course if they were good enough to earn their extra two days worth
of rations. I would have to be careful, I wouldn't want the poor dears to starve, not to death
anyway. Who would I play with then?
Meanwhile back in the real world the police had discovered Vicky's abandonned car. Harv
had traveled to the scene at the invitation of the local police and was on the tube announcing
the discovery. But other than that he was being very tight lipped. They did not show any
pictures of the car in the report. I would call him later to pump him for some info. I suspected
that the reason that they did not show the car was because they wanted to conceal from the women
that the car did not burn completely. Consequently he did not make mention of any of the
incriminating articles that I had left to be found in the car. I considered this an extremely
promising development. After all the only reason that I could think of was that they believed
the scene to be genuine. I suppose that If they really tore into the car they would find that
the underside of the car has strange scratch marks on it fron the chains that held it down to
the flat deck of the truck. They might even find tire tracks from the tow truck and put it
together. I would find out from Harv, when he got back.
I had the girls rise earlier in the day and shower together and do their exercises
together. When they reached the dressing room, they found the cart with the built in fridge. I
explained the rules of their feeding to them. They looked a little disturbed by the idea but
they appreciated the chance to make some decisions about their fate. They tucked into a meal as
soom as I had finished explaining the rules of the game to them. They ate well, a little too
well, and by the end of the week I was sure they would be out of food with days remaining.
The next day began around noon for me. I set about preparing the bedroom chamber for the
girls. I had instructed them that I wanted them to be ready for 1:30 pm. They were too. I had
dressed them rather conventionally this time. Cunt was wearing black, and Whore was wearing
white. They had matching garter belt, and stocking ensembles on, I had liked the effect of their
feathered slippers from the previous day, and had them wear them again. The heels were not
quite as high as I liked them. But no matter they would spend most of today on their knees
anyway so it didn't really matter all than much. So that their breast were available and
somewhat contained, I had them wear bras that were cut to an underwire again. Always a favorite
of mine. I insisted as always that their hair and makeup were perfect, and in the case of their
makeup heavily applied.
They passed throught the curtain, cunt was holding whores hand no doubt to support her
and give her strength. I had placed large comfy pillows on the floor for them to sit on and
directed them to do so. They sat down together, their long supple legs folded delicatly and
demurely beneath themselves. After they had settled they looked up at me sitting on the bed with
expectation and dread filling their eyes. They looked terrific sitting their ready and more or
less willing to do my bidding, my excitement level was at its peak with anticipation.
I was sitting on the bed considering them. With us I had setup my video equipment, the
tape was rolling even before they entered the room, and I also had my still camera. On the bed
beside me I had a towel, covering a few items of fun for later.
With my best cheery voice I asked them.."How are you two bitches doing?" They both
murmered that they were fine, of course they managed to add Darling to the end of the statement.
"Were you comfy last night? Did you sleep well?" I knew full well that neither of them were
comfy or slept well but they both answered "Yes Darling." anyway. Vicky answered just as
cheerfully as Stacy, though not as quickly, teaching Vicky was easier and was going quite
quickly and smoothly with Stacy's help.
"Today we are going to play a game, a new game that I'm quite sure that neither of you
have ever played before." I really had their attention now. "The game is called 'Lady and the
Tramp', and the object of the game is to be declared the Tramp. Unlike in the real world where
the object is to be declared the Lady. Well, in most cases, but not in your life eh cunt?" At
the mention of her name she responded "Yes darling" "Yeah you were a real slut weren't you,
offering your cunt up to that old fucker just to put a roof over your head. But then you fucked
up such a sweet deal with that limp disk Jason. So this may not be much of a challenge for you
after all."
"Anyway, you both remember the movie don't you?" They both gave me a blank look. "The
movie, the cartoon, Lady and the Tramp!" At that I saw recognition in their eyes. "Yes now you
remember very touching scene where they are eating spaghetti, and they meet in a kiss." Stacy
was nodding, remembering the touching cinematic moment. "You won't be eating spagetti though,
you'll be eating this." With that I reached beneath the towel and revealed a large two headed
dildo. I had it fashioned after my own member, it included all the gnarly veins and ridges and
was quite lifelike, even in its coloring. It was however not a single continuous dildo. It was
joind in the middle by a spring joint, so that it could bend into interesting angles. To reach
those hard to reach spaces. "This is a competition, I will be judging you on technique, as well
as amount you manage to stuff into your mouths. In case of some scoring dispute, the event will
be videotaped." I motioned to the camera sitting on its tripod. "I also want to record it for
posterity as well." I let the information sink into their psyches for a moment. "Remember this
is a competition, their are prizes for winning, as well as punishments for loosing." At the
mention of punishments Vicki began to tremble slightly. I continued with the rules of the game.
"The winner gets to fuck me, first. The looser gets to be fucked by something else." Stacy knew
what I meant by that, I could see her swallow hard at the allusion to the dogs, and steel
herself for the upcomming competition her determination to win rising within her. Vicki her eyes
were wide and searching looking I imagined she was looking about for what I would make her fuck.
"Cunt, why don't you tell her what I am talking about."
Stacy turned to her friend, she coudn't look her in the eye but she began to speak anyway.
"He's got some dogs.." "I don't just have some dogs, I've got two big mastiffs. They've got
dicks bigger than mine and I'm going to arrange it so that they'll ride you for hours." As I
continued my enthusiastic speech I watched as disbelief and shock were replaced with
understanding, and acceptance on Stacy's face. Vicki all but collapsed in shock, being the
novice, and a lesbian she no doubt felt herself sure to loose. I ignored their reaction and
continued. "If you loose the dog that you'll fuck will not come till I let it happen. Before you
get your dog treat I'll have you use your hands or your mouth on the dog, then I'll have you put
a condom on the dog. Because he's so much bigger than a man we will need something to hold the
condom on. So I'll have you wrap a thick rubber band around and around the base of his dick.
Poor dog, he will stay hard till I let you remove the rubber band." I paused for a breath.
"After the dog is exhausted, I'll let you remove the rubber band so my dog can cum into the
condom. If your good to my dog, and give him a good fuck then I won't make you eat his cum. If I
don't think that you acted like you liked it enough I'll give you a second try at pleasing my
dogs. You can fuck the second one too." After speaking for such a long time my mouth was dry, I
took a long drink from a cup of tea that I had with me. The women were devastated by the
punishment for failure that I had dreamed up. "Cunt here knows that I can make her do anything I
want, by finding things for her to do that are so disgusting that she would rather be my slut. I
hope for your sake that it is a lesson that you learn quickly, or you may spend a great deal of
time being punished. Not that I'll mind. It can only calm the dogs down, and make them happy and
contented. Of course it will be a little bit of a chore to strap the loser down for the session
with the dogs, but again I won't be doing it. I'll get the winner of the contest to truss up the
loser. That is unless the winner wants to join the loser too."
I really wasn't interested in having either one of them get fucked by the dogs. They
belonged to me after all, I had gone to a lot of trouble and risk to acquire them. They were
beautiful, and I wasn't about to waste them on a couple of stupid dogs. I had better plans for
them. Most of my plans revolved around the head of my cock. It was neccessary to find something
that I could scare them with. I mean really scare them with. Like George Orwell did in his epic
1984. You find the one thing that terrifies your victim, in the novels case it was the notion of
a rat gnawing at the protagonists face. In the case of the women it would be the prospect of
being reduced to satify the dogs for as long as I wanted them to. Besides once I actualy did let
the dogs have them I could not use the threat on them anymore. Its meaning would have
exaporated, one day no doubt they would indeed slip up and I would compel them to couple with
the dogs. But that would be far off in the future, once they could no longer amuse me. One day
in the far off future they would have lost their charm. They would be older and worn out. I
could find better prospects on the street.
By now I had finished my tea and was almost ready to play. "I know you two are always planning
something. I know you two are thinking that both of you can overpower me and escape. But you
can't. You won't overpower me. And if in the unlikely event that you do I intend on taking
precautions." With that statement still in the air I left the chamber and retrieved the dogs
that I had left waiting in the basement of the farmhouse. I walked back into the dungeon bedroom
with them, and held them away frok the women. "Now then sluts, if you two ever try to take me
on. This is what I will do." I addressed the dogs, "PROTECT" as I uttered the command the dogs
lunged at the women, barking noisily. By now the women had cowered into the corner of the room
abandoning the pillows, and sought comfort in each others arms. They had started screaming again
clearly terrified of the dogs, and what I would do with the dogs. The dogs were clearly viscious
when it came to a runaway blanket. I expect that they would be just as viscious when it came to
the sluts. "ALERT" The dogs stopped barking, I hauled them into the corner of the room and
secured them to the wall to a breakaway ring that I had fastened there. If I needed them I could
call out 'PROTECT' and the dogs would breakaway to attack the women. But they would be kept out
of the way, still operating as a reminder to the women to behave. I went over to the sluts and
moved them back to the pillows. It was time for the competition to begin. I tossed the dildo to
whore, she caught it and held the alien object awkwardly in her hands. "Time for some practise
whore. Look into the camera, introduce yourself and show me what you can do." She looked into
the camera, she was scared and nervous, but she began. "My name's wh.. whore..." She began to
felate the dildo. I watched through the viewfinder of the camera. I had zoomed close into her
face and watched as her ruby lips slipped over the head of the dildo. She took as much of it in
as she could. she got about three quarters of the dildo into her mouth, then withdrew it and
began to bob her head up and down on the dildo. She never did get more than three-quarters of
the length into her mouth. I was watching her closely. She had small tears forming at the
corners of her eyes, as she struggled to engulf the fake penis. I watched her practise for
several minutes till she had demostrated a bit of rythm. When she looked up into the lens of the
camera I zoomed out an motioned to her to hand it to cunt. She did, cunt being the practised
slut that she is now took it from her looked into the camera and began to speak. "My names cunt,
and I'm going to be the tramp and win for my owner." With her introduction speech concluded she
dove onto the dildo and began to slide herself up and down on it. She was impaling her mouth on
it further and further with each plunge. It was all but effortless for her Soon her lips had
taken all of it in her and she was brushing the edges of the joining spring with her lips which
were being stretched around the wide base of the dildo to the limit. Their performance had me
incredibly jacked up, and they hadn't even started in enmest yet. With the preamble out of the
way I repositioned the camera to cath them both in profile. I wanted to get a fair vantage point
to record the event from. I had them balancing the dildo between themselves, it was proped up
between them with only the head of each side resting on their respective lips. They were waiting
for the signal for me to start. I let them wait nervously for nearly a full two minutes before I
finally whispered 'go'. I had hoped to catch one of them by surprise, but it was not to be. They
had both be waiting for me to give the command that they start, fearfull of the consequences of
failure. They both dove forward onto the dildo racing to take as much in as quickly as possible
trying to earn as many early easy points as they could. Stacy won the point for first to the
middle, by default that meant she also earned the point for most swallowed. Vicky was trying
hard too and she had driven herself onto it almost as far and as fast. Their joint actions each
had the effect of forcing part of the dildo into the others mouth as well. Together they drove
each other to further depths. Their hands had reached out to each other grasping each others
arms for balance and support. Surprisingly they soon fell into a near cooperative rythym, with
one holding the dildo for the other, and presumably taking a break for a moment while the other
bobbed up and down on her portion. However, as they continued further into the ordeal, they both
realized that they could only win throught the aquisition of style points, and their actions
became more frantic, and desperate to be convincing. Stacy was moaning and carying on as though
she were blowing me, she made sure that her hair was brushed back to keep her face revealed for
the video camera. Vicky opened her eyes for the first time to watch. She saw her friend carrying
on, and began to emulate her. Soon they were both straining to reach the middle again. Their
actions forced the entire length of the dildo into each others mouths. Their lips met in the
middle and they formed into a kiss. They were kissing each other while their respective mouths
were impaled on the choking dildo. Their bodies and their bare breasts were pressed into one
anothers. If it were not for the bulges in their throats, pressing out of their cheeks the scene
would have been one of lesbian love, which of course it also was. But after they pulled back the
dildo became visible, until it aqain dissapeared into their mouths, and they formed another kiss
around the dildo. It was a pornographic personification of the cartoon feature Lady and the
Tramp. Only in this case neither was a lady. During one such kiss I caught the girls attention
and had them turn to face me. The spring joint acted as a hinge allowing them to turn and face
and my camera. It made a lovely picture. I let them keep at it till they both felt that their
respective 'man' reached his simulated climax. They let the dildo, now covered with their
saliva, fall to the pillows, beneath their bodies.
"Well now sluts, I suppose that you are eager to find out who won aren't you?" They both
nodded toward me, Stacy mumbled her yes darling first followed shortly by Vicky. I tossed a pair
of handcuffs to each of the women, and instructed them to fasten their wrist behind their backs.
I heard the handcuffs ratcheting closed around their wrists. I rose walked to them and checked
them to see that they were in fact on securly. While I was inspecting their cuffs I snapped iron
collars on both of them. The iron collars were secured to each other by a chain that was about 9
feet long so that they could maintain some mobility.
I fastened the ring gag to Vicky. "I liked your enthusiam Whore. And I'm going to give you a
chance to earn some bonus points. I wouldn't want to see you go to the dogs prematurely." The
ring was wedged behind her teeth by this time. Still she managed to sputter out "thsnng yu
Drlng."
I sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for her to come over to me. She crawled
unsteadily the few feet to where I was sitting. Having her arms cuffed behind her had several
effects that I found pleasing. First it would compell her to use only her mouth on my dick.
Secondly, it enhanced her posture, jutting her chest out for me to play with, and made it
difficult to maneouver. Thirdly, and perhaps least important of all it enhanced my security.
They did after all outnumber me, I could not afford to be too careful.
When she was within my reach I learned forward slightly and grabbed hold of her chain,
and tugged her toward me. She fell into my widesread legs and hurridly crawled the rest of the
way to me. She quickly nestled herself between my legs sitting back on her heels for some
balance. Without further delay I took her head in my hands and fed myself into her mouth. The
feeling of the ring as it passed my head and then trailed down the length of my shaft was
exquisite. I could feel her hot breath on my crotch as she began to gag at the alien intrusion.
I pulled her into me by her hair, I was trying to get every bit of myself into her. I wanted her
go get the entire length of me into. I wanted her to have the total experience. I filled my
hands with her hair wrapping it around and around my fingers. Without letting up the pressure I
lay myself down on the bed. This left my legs dangling down to the floor resting on either side
of her body. I could feel the hair stretching from her scalp, she screamed around my cock, the
rush of air passing from her widely pried open lips made a plesant tingling sensation on my
dick. I chuckled at her predicament. "Tell her what she has to do cunt." My words startled Stacy
from the security of her trance like state. "Use your tongue on him whore....Cooperate." After a
few more tugs at her hair she relented. I could feel her tongue begin to work its magic on the
sensitve underside of my dick. I could feel her forcing herself into contact with me. I enjoyed
her gagging and retching on the male intrution into her. Power, the ultimate aphrodisiac, the
power that was formerly her's and now was mine, caused me to grow even deeper into her throat.
After a few more minutes of her efforts I had released my grip on her hair and she was licking
and slurping away on me, no doubt she was desperate to end it quickly. "For a dyke your a
natural whore. After you finish there i'm going to take you again. But don't get worried that
I'm going to knock you up or anything, not this time anyway. Where I'm going to fuck you you
can't get pregnant." She gave a little grunt and a sob around me as she realized what I meant,
unable to offer any other form of effective resistance whatsoever. I raised my head up of the
bed and propped it up with a pillow. I wanted to be able to watch her as she forced herself into
greater and greater contact with me. Her face was pinched tightly. Her eyes were clamped tightly
closed unable to bear the sight of what I was making her do. She could not close her ears to me
though. "Cunt, get your mouth to work on her asshole. I don't want it to be too painful for her.
I want her to enjoy her first assfucking from me. After all the more of my cum that I dump into
your ass the less I dump into your cunt. The longer you will remain attractive to me and
available to continue in your present capacity as my newest fuck toy." I paused to savour the
feeling of her flickering tongue on me for a few moments. Stacy had crawled the few feet that
had seperated them. I watched as Stacy's face dissappeared into the round globes of Vicki's ass.
I felt Stacy make contact with her friends puckered ass through Vicki's lurch into my crotch.
"The more you sluts slobber away the more lubrication there will be so don't be shy." Vicki's
ass was wiggling away from her friends probing tongue, there was however not much wiggle room.
Stacy having her hands secured behind her back had a difficult time in moving her friends bound
arms from their defensive position shielding her own rear. The weight of Stacy's own body helped
her drive her tongur into her friends ass. Eventualy the women settled into a tolerable rythym
that allowed them to complete the odious task that I compelled upon them. Vicki's head was
bobbing up and down on my length faster now. The anguish that I so enjoyed moments ago was
obscured by her now platinum hair. She was a mop of hair pressed into my crotch. I reached down
to her, let my fingers tangle themselves in her coarse locks and pressed myself deeply into her
mouth. I came, but depite the depth of my penetration, her jaw slackened around my cock. I
brushed her hair away to watch my cum slide out of her mouth and slide down the length of my
shaft. Soon it was pooling around the root of my shaft spreading throught the pubic hair that I
had forced her face to nestle in. I rubbed her lips and face in the gooey mess. "Your manners
are very poor whore. I might feel slightly rejected if another slut had failed to lick up all my
cum." My fingers held her whimpering mouth in place around my softening cock. "But I don't feel
hurt by your lapse in manners whore. 'Cause I know you're gonna clean up your mess right now."
And she did too. I felt her head shifting in my lap and she began to purse her lips around my
shaft and clean up the sticky drops from my hair. Stacy had not stopped probing her friends ass
with her tongue either. Vicki's ministrations soon had my erection returning to menace her yet
again. I rose from my position and pushed her off me to the floor. She fell to the floor in a
heap. She fell hard unable to blunt the impact with her arms. I grabbed her by her ankles, and
dragged her into the position I wanted. I moved her as thought she were a wheelbarrow, till her
face was in Stacy crotch. "You know how to eat a pussy, get started." She did too. She was
beyond resisting me now. I watched as her tongue flicked out throught the opening in the ring
gag, and played on the lips of her friends vagina. I slapped her ass with my open palms. "Get
your ass up high in the air whore." She struggled to draw her knees up under her body. "I
promissed you an ass fucking whore." I kept slapping at her ass, as hard as I could. Soon her
ass was red. I could see hand prints in the color that I was imparting. "If you want me to fuck
your butt you'd better get it high in the air whore." Soon she had maneuvered her bottom as high
as she could. I grabbed her ass checks in my hands and squeezed her cheeks tightly. Beating her
ass had caused my erection to recover fully. I drove my thumbs into her puckered asshole and
pried her trembling opening apart to view her. The opening was predictably tiny. I couldn't see
how I could make myself fit into her. But that really was her problem, not mine. I pressed
myself into her rear. Before I had made much progrees in entering her an involuntary high
pitched squeel erupted from her mouth, interupting her oral efforts on her friends crack. It was
music to my ears, and I reveled in my ability to make her make this sound. In seconds I could
care less that she had abandoned eating her friend out. I was swept up in the sadism of the
moment. Her squeels, and my power combined to drive me wild with lust. I had hoped that my
earlier orgasm would have allowed me to plunder her for a longer time. But it was not to be. I
soon painted her bowels with the first of what I hoped would be many deposits of my cum.
After hours of being steeped in sex I was exhausted and due to sleep soundly. I dragged
them both to a kneeling position before me, my penis was closer to Stacy's face and she set
about using her mouth on me to clean me up. "Don't worry cunt, you missed out this time, but
next time I'll make sure you get all the cock you could want." Without removing me from her
mouth she mumbled her thank you's.
"I suppose you are eager for the result of the event. Because of the bonus points that
whore earned I am declaring the competition a tie." The shoulders of both of the women slumped
with relief. "The next few days are going to be a part of the tie-breaker. I expect you to both
be on your best behaviour. Unless you want to make me cross with you." I pulled them back
through the make-up room back to the shower room. This time I did not let them remove their
humiliating lingerie. This time they would sleep together in their attire. I left them chained
up on the floor while I retrieved the dildo from the bedroom chamber. I inserted it into cunts
vagina and had her crawl back into the hole in the wall head first. I left her there laying on
her back. I removed whores gag from her mouth, but I left it on her body adorning it like a
vulgar necklace around her throat. I had her crawl in feet first and lay on top of Stacy in a 69
position for the night. I left them like that, their collars chained to each other by the nine
foot chain. Their hands trapped behind their back, and their faces placed near each others
crotch. For Vicky, the lesbian she would be presented with a dick, albeit an artificial one, to
suckle on for the night. And for Stacy, the cunt, she had another womans cunt all her own to
explore and practice her tecnique on. I connected the current to the collars, and closed the
door to their wall chamber and left them there like that.
Once back in my study I turned on the cameras to watch them struggling to get
comfortable for the night. It was not easy, and I could see that whores hands were beginging to
swell up a little from the painfull pinching of her cuffs. I flippped a switch and gave them
both a painfull blast of the juice. I could hear them yelp and saw them jump about excitedly
throught the monitor, desperate to avoid the current. "I expect you sluts to use your mouths for
something more productive than screaming. Get started now please" And they did too! What choice
did they have.
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