Burning

by

Whipsaw

   The flames were engulfing the landscape and I stared into the bright red heart of the fiery beast. Entranced, I walked slowly toward the raging inferno. As I embraced the beautiful dancing flames there wasn't any burning or pain…………..there was only redemption. Bitter disappointment filled my very being, as I was seeking destruction.

  

    Scrawled on a wall in Hue City, Republic of South Vietnam----1968---during the Tet offensive.

Chapter One

   I was twenty five years old when the bitch lied and sent me to prison for six years. I was at a party and the cunt was drinking heavily, she got into an argument with her boy-friend and left staggering along the sidewalk. Her boy-friend laughed and continued to party.

   The cops picked her up and for whatever reason she declared that someone had raped her at the party. This led to the cops visiting my job and interviewing me. I told them truthfully what had happened and they seemed to accept my statement. However three weeks later, I was brought into the police station along with several others to be "identified" by that lying whore.

   And she did just that, selecting me and two others, The whole trial was a sham, the prosecutor was missing key elements of evidence. But my fucking public defender was an idiot and made mistake after mistake. The jury returned a guilty verdict in less than an hour.  I got six years and the other two defendants were imprisoned as well, I swore to get that bitch as the judge imposed the sentences.

  

   Prison life caused a sudden and drastic change in my life. You either fought or became a "punk" and was used as a sex toy. If you told the guards anything, then you were labeled a "snitch" and that would result in a "shank" being rammed into your body.  If you lived and returned to the prison population, the attacks would continue until you were dead.

   I quickly learned that you must command respect and not let the slightest insult slip past. It was life at a primal level, kill or be killed. I intergrated into the life by working out with weights and did calisthenics in my cell. I made myself a shank from a toothbrush and almost got caught when I plunged it into an enemy in the cafeteria. However,  I survived and that is the best you can do in a shit-hole like that. Gradually, I became friendly with a few other inmates and began to learn things. The education that you get in prison, is most definitely not taught in high-school.

  

   And through it all I burned with a pure hatred of that lying bitch. I have always heard that hate will consume you and then destroy you. But hate kept me alive and made the transition to living like an animal easy, almost natural.

My cell-mate was an "old timer" and he counseled me that all bitches were the same. That not one of them could be trusted and they deserved anything that happened to them. He gave me a couple of names and said that with one phone call, the lying bitch would disappear forever. However, that was not what I wanted.

  

   I began to fantasize about her begging for mercy and screaming in terror. While I stood over the cunt and laughed, then kicked her in the stomach. The fantasy evolved and developed until it became a part of me.

   Chapter Two

  But, I was careful never to show anything to the guards or the prison psychologist. It was difficult to speak with her anyway, as she was gorgeous and my cock would be throbbing in seconds of being near the slut. And I could tell that the cunt enjoyed my discomfort as she would turn and cause her tits to strain against the fabric of her blouse. Her voice would be husky and her red lips moved sexily as she spoke. Also, her perfume was maddening at times, all sluts are the same.

   I had a plan to implement when I was released, I would abduct that lying slut and get my revenge in full. So, I fought only when it was necessary and did nothing that would delay my release date. I also continued my education on how to be a criminal. I learned police procedures, legal loop-holes, strong arm techniques and the importance of fear to control a captive. I was dead-lifting 450 pounds and felt physically great all the time. My bulging muscles along with a rock hard stomach gave me a menacing appearance.

   My cell-mate gave me a practical demonstration of control one night. They temporarily put, a 23 year old guy in our cell, he had a slender build and was obviously afraid.

 

   My cell-mate approached him and spoke harshly, "hit me, bitch."

   Our cell-mate stammered, "I don't want to hit you…..I didn't do anything, please sir."

   My cell-mate said, "grab my belt punk and do not let go until I say you can!" Adding, "I own you now!"

The guy reluctantly grasped the belt with a sick, fearful look on his face.

   He was led to the small sink and ordered, "pull my pants down, get on your knees and wash my cock or I will beat you until your face is a broken mess!"

   With tears streaming down his face and as he begged not to be hurt, the punk knelt and began washing the proffered cock. My cell-mate turned to face me and with his facial scars glistening in the light he inquired, "want a blow-job or maybe some man-pussy?"

Chapter Three

   I heard the wimp begin to sob and the old-timer slapped his face hard saying, "shut the hell up, punk!"

   I had never had sex with a man before, but it had been so long since having any sex at all, that I accepted the offer quickly. I exposed my 9 inch cock, it was already rock hard from the thought of a warm, tight hole to fuck.

My cell-mate grabbed the punk's hair and slapped him several times and ominously spoke, "you are going to blow him and make it really good or I will cut your ass-hole bigger and then fuck it!" He looked at me and stated, "I love seeing blood on my cock!"

   The wimp hesitated and licked his lips nervously, my cell-mate suddenly grabbed his balls, then squeezed. This caused him to part his lips and gasp, the old-timer shoved his head onto my cock. I felt his tongue trying push the offending shaft out of his mouth and I grabbed his ears then twisted hard. I thrust forward and he retched, but I held my cock in place for a moment. As the pressure from my cell-mate's hand increased on his balls, he began to lick my cock. He choked and gagged but the real threat of having his balls crushed made him continue. I sawed in and out of his wet mouth, feeling every sensation. His fear increased my lust and soon I began to empty into his mouth, the hot thick cum drained from his lips. As I withdrew my now limp shaft, he vomited. My cell-mate kicked him in the stomach several times.

   

    I turned my back as my cell-mate raped the punk, he stuffed a dirty sock into his mouth to stifle the screams. I heard the quaver in his screams as the invading shaft ripped through soft and tender tissue. The punk was forced to move his ass "like a bitch does." My cell-mate was brutal and thrust powerfully into the strained sphincter muscle. After the rape was over the punk kept crying until he was told to keep quiet and his balls were squeezed, again.  The wimp hobbled around for four days, but knew better than to report anything that had happened.  A week later the old-timer sold him for $20.00 and a carton of smokes.

   Chapter Four

   My daily grind, stress and boredom continued until I began to prepare for my parole hearing. I spent hours in the library, spoke to the "inmate counselors" and anyone that might be of assistance. If I did not get released, a full year would pass before they would allow me another hearing.

   Finally the day arrived and I was ready, carefully shaven and my clothes were immaculate, at least for a drab prison uniform. When it was my turn to address the parole board, I was attentive, respectful and focused on their words. The one thing that I did not mention was that I had not committed a crime. This was because I had been counseled, by my cell-mate, "the board ain't going to want to hear about your innocence, because they could care less!"  

  

   After the proceedings ended and I was informed that they would notify me with their decision. I thought about how those pompous asses sat there and allowed one person to go home and tell someone else that they had to stay in prison. The thought pissed me off, but I maintained my calm demeanor. The time for red, bloody and violent rage would come, the thought calmed me and I resumed the daily grind.

   Two weeks later I was escorted to the administration building and heard the board's decision. I was elated, when they told me that I would be released, but there were conditions. Two years of supervised probation, bi-weekly counseling sessions, and I had to find a job.

   My cell-mate shook my hand and told me, "don't come back to this hell-hole, ever!"

   I packed my few possessions and went to "processing" where I completed my release, but in my mind a clock had started ticking, payback time was coming.

Chapter Five

   Reorientation into society was not an easy thing to do as things were disorderly, confusing………….surprisingly, I missed the routine of incarceration.  Some of my old friends shunned me, not wanting to be associated with a convicted rapist. Potential employers didn't respond, not even with "go to hell!"  I finally found a job with an old friend, I was a "lumper," someone that unloads freight from trucks by hand. The pay and the tips I received for unloading a truck  earned me a subsistence living. However, I maintained my "socially acceptable" attitude and began to make friends.

   The loading dock did have one benefit, a slut named Alice. She had a thing for ex-cons and demanded rough sex. I was told about her by several employees and they urged me to give her a try. I was desperate for sexual release, so I asked her for a date, and she readily agreed. When my co-workers heard about the upcoming date, they counseled me to be rough and brutal. That night I took her to a cheap restaurant and she acted normally, talking and laughing, seemingly enjoying herself. I became concerned that my co-workers were playing games or trying to get me "violated." Because if I was convicted of assault on the cunt, that would violate my probation and return me to prison.

  

   She insisted that we go to her home and "relax." At her home she informed me to relax while she changed into something more causal. I accepted the proffered drink and waited for her to return. She stepped through the door, nude except for heels and stockings. Her big tits and those long muscular legs made my cock respond instantly and I had to adjust my shaft up against my stomach. She spread her labia and worked her fingers inside then throatily said, "you want this don't you, jailbird!"

   My face flushed with anger and I replied, "don't fuck with me you cunt!"

   She smiled cruelly and said, "it takes balls to get this pussy, have you got any, criminal?"

   She turned and strutted that gorgeous ass into the bedroom, I heard her call, "you coming punk or did they turn you into a total pussy?"

   She smiled triumphantly as I entered the room and held out a set of handcuffs, then said, "I will even let your punk-ass cuff me to the bed!" Adding , "and if you can't get it up, I have a big dildo that I can ram up your ass and show you what a real man does!"

    This was bizarre, but her taunts escited me.  I cuffed her wrists to the bed frame and dropped my pants, my cock was rock hard. When I turned to climb onto the bed she placed her legs together and crossed her ankles. I could see by her leg muscles contracting that she was squeezing tightly.

   

   She giggled and taunted me, "thought you were going to get some pussy, didn't you punk."

   She had a bushy pubic area and I grabbed a handful, twisting out all the hair that I could. She flinched and let out a cry, I immediately shoved the hair into her mouth. She began to sputter trying to clear her airway and I yanked her legs open. I was on the bed and inside her vagina in seconds. I immediately went full length into that hot, wet sheath of ecstasy. I could feel my balls strike her ass and then I pressed my pelvis into her pubic area. I felt her strong legs snake up around my hips, her ass pumping as it met my strokes, and I could feel her pelvic floor muscles contracting. As I increased my speed she tried to match my strokes, but finally she lifted her ass and held it there for me to pound. My orgasm was intense as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through me, however the abuse kept coming.

   Between moans and grunt I heard, "how many cons did you suck?" And "when they ass-fucked you did they make you lick them clean after they emptied their filthy spunk into you."

   Even after I came she said, "ok, you can leave now." Then she pushed an indentation on the handcuffs to release them.

   She was one weird bitch, but she had good pussy.

Chapter Six

   One day as I finished unloading a truck, one of my friends introduced me to a gray-haired, scarred individual. He wanted to buy lunch and talk to me about a job, that he said, would be more lucrative than what I had. I agreed instantly, as I would have settled for a free lunch.  

   At the restaurant I ordered a steak and he nodded approvingly then said, "Fred says you did some prison time." The question irked me but I responded smoothly, "yeah, six years."

   He stated, "well, I did 10 years of hard time on a chain gang." He pulled up his pants leg to show the manacle scars.

   I waited for him to continue, as the conversation so far was boring. He continued, "well anyway, I want to offer you a job as a "fabricator" in my machine shop."

   My ears perked up at that morsel of information, because fabricators make damn good money!

   He continued, "I will start you at $25.00 per hour until you learn the craft and then you will get an hourly wage plus a commission." Adding proudly, "I have guys making 100K a year!"

   I asked, "Do you have just one client."

   He answered, "no, I have several but the military is my biggest." Then he added, "fuck up and I will fire your ass so fast!" He paused then contnued, "well hopefully you will learn and do a good job."

   I told him sincerely, "if I get into that shop, it will take dynamite to get me out!"

   He smiled and said, "yep, I believe that, at least until quitting time, huh."

   I had to laugh and began to like this old guy. The conversation continued as we ate our meal and he said that my start day was next Monday. I thanked Fred for introducing me to this opportunity.

Chapter Seven

    When I reported to my parole officer about my new job and informed him as to the address, wages, etc. He congratulated me, then went into a pep talk about responsibilities and shit. I sat there thinking, "you have never spent one day in jail and yet you are telling me to make the most of this opportunity, unbelievable!"

  

   The job was difficult and dirty, but I worked hard, learned and did so much overtime that even the boss counseled me to take a break. However, my fantasy was demanding action and my dreams were vivid, about a large breasted, blonde, lying cunt that had stolen eight years of my life. I thought about the cunt constantly and continued to plan for the day when she would be lying at my feet, terrified and trembling.

  

   I couldn't ask about her without the possibility of causing alarm. The parole board had the court to issue a restraining order against me. I had to stay at least 1,000 feet away from the bitch and could not travel the street on which she lived. The good thing about the order was that it had her home address listed!

   One day, while I was at work a military inspector said that the navy was going to sell an island about 30 miles off-shore. It had been an outpost during WWII and there was a bunker complex that could be used as a home. He also said that it would sell for next to nothing as it was in a  "restricted area," meaning that no fishing was allowed, also the area was featureless.  Power and phone service was supplied from the mainland via underwater cables.

   I was all ears and asked him how to go about buying the island. He presented me with a card and said that if I called the number listed they would send me an information packet. The next weekend, I rented a boat and visited the island, the first thing that I noticed was piles of huge rocks forming a breakwater. The perimeter of the island was also piled with huge, jagged boulders that made walking impossible. The concrete pier was the only access to a bunker complex, that consisted of four bunkers, interconnected by tunnels and enclosed walkways. Two of the bunkers were large, with walls three feet thick! Steel shutters covered the windows and heavy steel doors gave the bunker an impregnable appearance.

   Six months later I "closed" on the property and got the deed. I was thrilled as my day of retribution was finally becoming a reality. I also bought a 28 foot power boat from my boss.

  

   The next few months I spent every weekend at the island. I borrowed tools and equipment from the shop and constructed cells, frames and a hoist system. There were eight bunks bolted to the floor and I modified those so that my captive could be painfully restrained. I stockpiled food so that I wouldn't have to return to the mainland for an extended time. When my probation officer released me, he gave me another pep-talk and I went back to my job then resigned. I lied to the boss and told him that I had an opportunity in South America, he told me to give him a call if I ever needed a job.

Chapter Eight

   I began to carry out my plan and cruised by the liar's apartment. I needed to learn her habits, schedules, etc. However, continuously cruising her neighborhood was not a good idea. So, I paid careful attention to the surroundings and people near her residence. I saw that the building diagonally across the street from her apartment was vacant. Also, there were many workers at a construction site down the street and they wore uniforms. And that solved the problem, I purchased a couple of uniforms and arrived early every morning with the other workers. Then I would drift away until I could enter the vacant building without being seen.

    It was difficult looking at that skanky whore, as she made my temper boil. However, I learned that the worthless liar had two roommates, both well built and attractive. They carpooled, so I carefully noted their direction of travel every morning. They took the same route for two weeks, turning right on a street that led to downtown.  The nest morning I waited for them at that street and followed them into town. After they parked and entered a building, I went to a movie.  However, I made sure to be back at lunch.

   They proved to be creatures of habit as they ate at the same open air restaurant daily, I sat and listened to their inane conversations several times. Then after eight years of being patient, my opportunity came.

   One of them said, "are we still going to the club Friday night?"

   The others excitedly said they were going, and started talking about how they hoped to meet a "hunk" there. Then they dropped the nugget of information that I needed to fulfill my plan. The club was located about 30 miles away and they planned to drink throughout the night. However, they had to be back at their apartment no later than 5:00AM.

   I decided that all three would be taken, one to quell the fires of my hatred, the other two would quell the fires of my lust.

I began to prepare carefully for Saturday morning, I bought a "sawed-off" shotgun and located the lot where a popular carpet sales company parked their vehicles. That Friday afternoon I stole a non-descript sedan.

Chapter Nine

   I loaded a carry-all bag with gloves, restraints, gags, hoods and strong metal rods. I also placed into the bag a weapon known as a "slap-jack" it was a leather covered, weighted weapon shaped like a nightstick but much shorter. These jacks had once been used by the cops, however they had caused too many fatalities and were discarded. I also acquired a large cardboard box.I rechecked the area immediately surrounding the liar's apartment and made sure that the alley directly behind the apartment complex connected to the street near the construction site.

   My excitement continued to mount as the time of my retribution was at hand.

   I left my apartment in the stolen vehicle at 2:15AM,  Saturday morning and traveled to the carpet companies parking lot. They had security, a female on a golf cart, but she sitting immobile and reading a book. I cut through the mesh of the fence and stalked the security cunt. She never looked around, and dropped like a stone when the slap jack struck her head just above her neck. I dragged her out-of-sight and cuffed her hands and feet. As I gazed at her shapely form, my cock throbbed. I wanted to remove my gloves and strip her naked then commit my first rape right there, on that rough pavement. However, she was not part of the plan so I moved to the parked vehicles.

  

   I hot-wired a van and used the guard's keys to open the gates, I drove through the gates and closed them. Taking my time, I drove to the liar's residence and parked in the alley. I opened the back door of her apartment easily with a credit card and cautiously entered the room. My inmate teachers would have been proud! It was now 4:17AM.

As I looked around the place there was mostly "fluff and glitter" it was  obviously occupied by cunts. I checked their underwear drawers and there were a few sexy items, also I found two vibrators and a dildo that was 24 inches long! At least two of them had been doing some heavy duty fucking. I placed everything in my bag, including a make-up case and got a cold soda then settled down to wait. I checked my watch and it was now 4:39AM and they should be home before 5.

However they had not arrived at 5 o' clock and apprehensive thoughts flooded my brain, "they were too drunk to drive, they had met a hunk or hunks and were in a motel room fucking their brains out………"

Chapter Ten

   I exerted my will and began to think about what I would do if they didn't return home. I would replace the things into their underwear drawers and leave the van at the construction site then simply walk away.  I would make another plan and snatch the bitches, later.

   However a few minutes later, I heard a thrilling sound, there was someone fumbling around at the front door. I immediately entered the kitchen and stood behind an opaque glass room divider. I counted them as they entered the room, all three were inside and babbling drunkenly. One of them entered the kitchen and I gabbed her throat then squeezed firmly to silence any cries that she made. I struck her with the jack and she staggered, but was not unconscious. I struck her again and she went limp, I yanked two sets of cuffs from my belt and secured her wrists and ankles. I stuffed panties into her mouth and quietly wrapped duct tape completely around her head, several times. I slipped a hood over her face and buckled it into place.

   I waited quietly until someone called "Fran" and repeated it a couple of times. Someone else spoke, "she's probably passed out!"The other voice said drunkenly, "I hope she didn't puke in the sink!"

  They were both giggling as one them noisily stood and announced, "I will go and see!" Followed by more giggling.

  

   I waited motionless until she was completely inside the kitchen then clamped my hand over her mouth and nose. She tried to struggle, but my strength was overpowering and I hit her twice quickly with the jack. I secured her wrists and ankles, applied the gag, tape and hood then groaned in a falsetto voice.

   I heard the voice say "Fran" and "are you ok?"

   I remained quiet and heard her moving toward the kitchen and then heard a crash as stumbled into something. She cursed shrilly and continued to her fate. When I saw her blonde hair and those big boobs, I recognized the object of my hate, instantly. Without thinking, I stepped into to her path and hit her on the jaw with my fist, as she was falling back I kicked her in the cunt. I barely regained control and the only thing that stopped me from killing her right then was that I wanted to torment her for a long time.  I got the large box and was able to stuff the two cumdumps inside, then covered them with carpet remnants and using a handcart took them to the van. I returned and got my prize then drove away being careful not to attract attention to my driving. I felt better than I had in a long time. I was finally going to feed the flames of my hate and every scream from that cunt would delight me. 

Chapter Eleven.

   I arrived at the place where my personal van was parked and transferred the cargo. Then I parked the carpet van behind a billboard and continued to the dock. I had to wait for three hours as the fishermen and pleasure boaters began their excursions. My captives had regained consciousness and began to struggle, but a few well placed punches quieted them.  When the dock cleared, I loaded them onto my power cruiser and chained them together. I was in high spirits as we left for my island. I turned the volume up on the FM radio, listened to rock music and let delicious waves of anticipation roll over me.

  When I docked the boat at my pier and the captives were on the deck, I casually pointed the shotgun at them and spoke, "I can kill the three of you with one shot, so don't get stupid!"

   Their ankle chains would only allow small steps, so we slowly made our way to their new home. Once we were inside and the steel door was locked, I turned and faced them. Then, I approached one of the brunette's and ripped the tape off her face. There were strands of hair that had been ripped out, still clinging to the tape. She had tears in her eyes from the pain.

   I barked at her, "name cunt?"

   She trembled and said, "Jan." She looked as if she might speak again but did not.

   I stood in front of the other brunette and saw her steel herself for the tape being ripped away. When her mouth was uncovered she screamed at the top of her lungs. I punched her in the solar plexus disrupting her breathing and she dropped to her knees gasping. I slapped her head twice and waited for her breathing to return to normal.

   When she began to breathe rhythmically, I grasped her hair and yanked her head back and asked sharply, "name?" She responded and said, "Francis."

   Chapter Twelve

   I moved to the blonde bitch and smiled then stated, "and you are none other than Brenda, the poor rape victim."

   She looked at with a mixture of fear and puzzlement on her lying face.

When she didn't respond I punched her right tit hard, then I yelled, "answer me cunt!"

  She had fallen to floor and looked up at me with horror saying, "your that guy, the one that…………"

   I finished her sentence with, "the one that went to prison when you committed perjury in a so-called court of law?" And "yes, that is me bitch and you owe me eight years!"

   I turned to the other two and growled, "you two are here because of this cunt, this lying piece of shit that sent me to prison for a crime, that I did not commit." Adding, "I am going to use both of you as cumdumps and if you don't cause any trouble, I will go easy on your pain."

   Francis spoke calmly and said, "listen, we will do anything that you want, just do what you want and then let us go, I swear we won't tell, right girls?"

   There were murmurs of agreement as I spoke, "it is possible that I will let you go, but there is not a chance in hell of Brenda leaving!"

   I removed their chains and said, "ok, you know what to do."

   Jan fumbled with her buttons as she began to strip, however Francis stood rigid and defiant with a look of fury on her face.

   I spoke to her understandingly saying, "yeah, I know a few things about rage, but I also know how to break people." I began to punch her with quick, hard jabs in the tits, stomach, arms. She staggered back against the wall as I continued my assault. A few more punches and she went limp then fell to the floor. Fran lay there on her side gasping and sobbing from the pain.

   I spoke calmly, "you have 5 minutes to get naked or the beating will resume."

   I turned to see Jan nude and Brenda removing her panties. Jan was crying profusely and I could see that her body was trembling. Jan was a true brunette, she had green eyes, pert nose, thin lips and her skin was pasty white. Her body was her best feature with 36 cup boobs, probably a 30 waist with a tight, well developed and rounded ass. Her pubic hair was sparse and barely covering her pussy.

   Brenda had a natural slut look, drooping eyes, high cheek bones, a slim nose with full rounded lips and creamy-tan complexion. Her body was all-whore with 42DD breasts, brown nipples, a 28 waist, hairy cunt, full hips and large cunt lips, her legs were short and muscular. I checked Fran to see that she still on her knees, but she was nude. She was pretty with a soft face, large soulful eyes, well formed nose and her lips were inviting. She was a firm 38 cup, with a muscular stomach, surprisingly her cunt was bare. She had a tiny waist and nice ass, with long sleek legs.

Chapter Thirteen  

   I pushed Brenda onto the floor and attached chains to her manacles. I forced her legs apart until she screamed from the pain. I had Jan to lift her off the floor using the powered hoist system. After she was hanging upside down, I attached chains to her wrist cuffs. I got a can of compressed air and inserted the enclosed straw into the release valve. Then turning the can upside down I began to spray her labia with the frigid air. She squirmed as the cold began to bite her flesh and jerked convulsively when I sprayed her clit. When I felt her cunt lips were nearly frozen, I lifted the riding crop. I slowly raised it high and then snapped it down, striking the left cunt lip. Her body tried to bend double, and she opened her mouth to scream but made no sound. The chains restraining her arms snapped rigid as she desperately tried to protect her cunt.

   I struck again and her voice returned with a wavering scream that ended with racking sobs. I could have gagged her, but I wanted to hear every cry. I struck again and she went limp, having passed out from the pain and shock. I got an ammonia "pearl" and snapped it under her nose. She returned to consciousness babbling incoherently. I continued striking her labia and inside her vagina, each time the clit was struck her thigh and leg muscles contracted spasmodically.

   Francis screamed, "please stop, I will have sex with you, please don't hit her again!"

   Menacingly, I turned on her speaking slowly and gruffly, "do not ever interfere with me while I am beating this trash!" Adding in the same tone, "or you will find your ass in the same position!"

   She paled from my threat and with tears streaming down her face remained silent. My cock was throbbing and desperately needed release.

   I growled to Jan, "your first slut, on your back, knees spread wide and you better make it good!" She reclined on the floor spreading her legs in the age-old position of woman pleasing man.

   I ordered Francis, "strip me."

   She hesitated and I struck Brenda in the center of her labia, causing a scream of anguish.  Francis moved quickly and began to remove my clothes revealing a throbbing, blood engorged cock. The bloated head of my cock gleamed dully in the artificial light. I knelt between Jan's thighs and slid my cock inside her dry cunt, but at this point I didn't care, at least it was warm. I placed her hands on my ass and told her to caress my cheeks.

When I buried my cock, ball-deep inside her cunt she moaned, "please don't, it hurts."

   That fueled my lust and I tried to hurt her by ramming into her harder. She was making little moan and lying still, I slapped her twice and ordered to move her cunt. She moved around some, but I knew that she would need to be motivated. I forced her mouth open and explored the cavity with my tongue. I could feel her tongue lying inert in her mouth. I broke the kiss and grabbed her throat then ordered her to french kiss me. She reluctantly obeyed and her tongue entered my mouth, reluctantly. I tightened my grip and felt her body tense then her tongue immediately began doing a little dance in my mouth.

   My balls were tightening as I buried my cock into her tight cunt, I reached down and hooked one of her legs behind the knee. I lifted the leg over my shoulder as my rod began to spurt, filling her with my hot thick sperm. After the orgasm was completed, I remained  motionless, enjoying the sensation of a hot and now wet cunt on my deflating shaft.

Chapter Fourteen

   When I stood, sweat was dripping from my body so I ordered Fran to get a towel and pointed to the bathroom entranceway, The door had been removed, so that I could view my captive's as they sat on the john. When she returned, I made her kneel and rub my body dry.

  Then I opened my bag and retrieved the monster dildo and asked the trio, "who is using this bad boy?"  They stared blankly at me and I calmly got a cane then began to beat Brenda's cunt.

   She was screaming loudly, so Francis shouted, "Brenda and I use it sometimes." Her face was bright red as she spoke.

   I threw the dildo onto the floor and released Brenda from her restraints then told them, "show me how you fuck one another with that damn thing." Then I gave another command, "crawl bitches."

    They slowly moved to the dildo, but I viciously kicked Brenda's well shaped ass, causing her to lunge forward and drag those big jugs across the stone floor. She recovered and scuttled on all fours to reach the huge plastic dick. They met at the dildo and still on all-fours faced away from one another. Francis reached between her legs and lifted the dildo so that Brenda could grasp it. Brenda's face grimaced in pain as they inserted the pussy pleasing toy into their vaginas and began to rock their asses backwards. They worked the monster deeper inside themselves, then reached a comfortable depth and started the fucking motion.

   I barked, "I want your asses to touch, now!"

   I could see Brenda begin to strain trying to force that pole into her cunt, despite her pain.  Francis was using her fingers on her clit to stimulate lubricant secretions inside her pussy. She opened her knees wider spreading that sexy cunt, I could see thin trails of liquid running down her legs. She was grunting from the exertions of trying to engulf the monster.

   I motivated them with quick strikes from the cane, Brenda would scream when I struck and desperately try to touch Francis pretty ass. Francis would flinch as the blow connected with her ass and tears of pain were falling to the floor.

   They simultaneously grunted loudly when their asses made contact. I ordered Jan to play with my cock and enjoyed the scene. They each had 12 inches of solid plastic buried inside their fuck-holes. The grunts of pain and exertion, changed to little moans of pleasure and I used my foot to push them apart. I had Jan remove the big shaft from their cunts and put it away. They were breathing heavily and did not move, with lust showing on their faces, so I decided to fuck with Francis.

Chapter Fifteen

   I began to play lazily with my cock and spoke to Francis, "well I am not 12 inches, but I do have a steel-hard nine inch pleasure pole, here in my hand." She continued  to stare at the floor, so I added, "I just emptied my balls, so I will be able to fuck for a while."   

   She remained mute as I turned to Jan and said, "get on all-fours, you need to learn how to use that pussy properly, so we will practice until you get it right!"

   Jan was dismayed but sank gracefully to her knees. As I knelt behind her, Francis spoke in small voice, "please I need…..I want……oh hell!" Then quickly added, "I am burning up inside, please have sex with me!"

   Her words amazed me, that was the last thing that I expected to hear from that bitch. As I moved to Francis, I saw that Brenda's cunt was dripping fluid onto the floor. However, I was not going to let her cum, ever. I approached Francis and roughly yanked her knees further apart. Brenda was commanded to lie on her back, beside the calf of my leg. Francis was trembling in anticipation as I rubbed my cock against her labia. She waited until my shaft was positioned to enter her vagina and suddenly slammed her cunt onto my cock. She was soaking wet, I could feel her juices on my groin.

   She cried out, "yes oh yes, I love your cock!"

   I thrust and she responded by wriggling her ass and tightening her cunt around my shaft. I grabbed one of Brenda's tits and twisted hard, she grabbed my wrist trying to push my hand away. I locked my elbow preventing her from moving my hand. Then I twisted and pulled her tit, attempting to lift her off the floor. The soft flesh of her breast gave as much as it could, then her shoulder moved upwards. She screamed and tried to bite my wrist, but I quickly released her boob then grasped her throat in a choke hold. Apparently Francis did not notice my actions with Brenda, she kept rocking backwards and squirming, making sounds of pleasure. Jan had her head resting on her arms and was weeping in anguish.

 

I continued to thrust full length into that dripping pussy and sweat was covering my body. When my thighs bumped into her ass it made a wet, sucking sound. I felt my cum rising as my balls became swollen and hard. As Brenda went unconscious, I began to pump my hot load into that hot, wet and energetic fuck-hole. Francis shivered and began to cum, her body jerking from the impact of powerful emotions caused by a tremendous orgasm.

   Chapter Sixteen

   I checked Brenda to determine if she was still breathing then had Francis and Jan move her to a steel pole bolted into the floor. I had modified the pole by placing a locking adjustable arm on it, that held two dildos. I could move the arm up or down and the dildo attachments would slide along the arm.

   I had them lift her into place and attached her wrists and ankles to the pole, being careful to leave some slack in the chains. I commanded them to lift the arm and insert the dildos into her cunt and ass-hole. Once she was impaled on both dildo's, I locked the arm into place. The dildos had taken hours to complete, I had embedded solid copper wire around them from base to tip. Then I devised an electro-shock machine, that operated on DC voltage, with an output of low voltage and high amperage, It gave a jolting, breathtaking shock, I had tried it once and it felt like my head was being torn away.

   

    I had Jan fetch cold drinks and then had them sit on either side of me.

   Francis spoke, "can I say something, please?"

   I looked at her intently and answered, "yes bitch, but watch your mouth!"

   She replied, "yes, I will…..Brenda has always had problems, I have known her since childhood and I know she regrets that incident and that she is sorry………..but someone did rape her that night!"

   I answered, "really, well I was at that party and the bitch got drunk, made a scene, then she was asked to leave." And, "nobody raped her at the party, she is lying!"

 

    Francis continued, "well you could file charges against her for perjury or maybe even sue her in court."

   I said firmly, "I appreciate that you are trying to protect a friend, but  I have waited too long to get even with the slut!"

    I leered at Francis and spoke,  "and the two of you are going to make up for six years of pussy lost!" Jan began to whine, again.

Chapter Seventeen

   She started to speak soothingly, "I know you are hurting inside, I can see it, but we can get through this….each of us!"

   I snapped at the cunt, "don't try that pysch shit on me, it didn't work in jail and it won't work here." Continuing in a harsh voice, I growled, "look at the bruises on your body, they are nothing compared to what I can do to you!"

   Brenda was beginning to stir and I attached wire leads to her nipples and one to her earlobe. I connected everything to the control box and pulled Brenda's head, so that I could see her face.

   My voice trembled from the anticipation of knowing what was coming. I leaned close to her face and spoke, "we are going to have a retrial and this time you are going to tell the truth!"

   I warned the other two, "don't interfere or I will hurt you bad!"

   I turned a switch activating the control box, it emitted a faint hum and began to warm. The look of apprehension on Brenda's face showed that she knew what was about to occur. The box had six switches, I could zap any point that a wire connected to her flesh. I could also flip the "jackpot switch" and zap all the points at once. I placed the box in my lap and made Jan caress my cock, while Francis gently fingered my testicles. I leaned back and zapped her right tit, her eyes bugged out and I could see her muscles twitch convulsively.

   I spoke gloatingly, "not the same as last time, huh bitch?"

   She did not reply and I said, "your first question, were you raped at that party?"

   She didn't answer, so I zapped a tit along with her pussy, there was a sharp splat sound as the powerful current entered her moist vagina. I calmly waited as she cried and pleaded with me to stop. After a couple of minutes I lifted the box and she shouted, "no please…….please I can't take that….rape me or whip me, but please no more of this."

 

Chapter Eighteen

   I calmly said, "answer the question, victim."

   She answered, "yes I was….I was raped."

   I lifted the box and said, "perjury is a serious offense." I popped her ass-hole and cunt, that time. Her chains snapped tight as she strained her muscles trying to ease her torment. She screamed and her voice cracked, as she was becoming hoarse.

   She responded by saying, "I was drunk and they took me to jail, they found semen in my underwear………it went on the report, John asked me about it…….."

   I had my answer finally, she didn't want John to break-up with her whoring ass, she had fucked someone, but it wasn't rape! My rage became a living thing, I felt powerful and omnipotent with the knowledge that I could destroy her instantly and with ease. Without thinking I turned the box to it's highest setting and my fingers inched toward the jackpot toggle.  Brenda saw my hands moving on the box and her face went dead white. Suddenly, Fran's mouth engulfed my cock, her hands were clamped to my ass as she strongly pulled my shaft into her pretty, warm mouth. As her agile tongue licked, rubbed and flicked all around my hard cock, I realized that she had saved Brenda's life. My hands relaxed their grip on the control box, and I leaned back, then spread my legs.

   She pulled her mouth off my shaft and urgently told Jan, "play with his balls."

   Then she began to suck my rod earnestly, licking, pulling the foreskin back and licking around the head. Exploring the piss hole with the tip of her tongue then sliding that sensuous organ along the shaft. She felt my cock begin to jerk and redoubled her efforts to please me. Her head bobbed rapidly and she even managed to deep throat me for a few seconds. I felt her hand move to cover Jan's hand and guide it around my sac.

   I was determined to let her finish me without moving, however that proved to be impossible. I grabbed her hair and began to pump that gorgeous, talented fuck-hole under her nose. Surprisingly, she shook her head and gripped my thighs to stop me from moving. I could feel the cum surging out of my balls and when my cock began to pump she swallowed, greedily. She continued swallowing until I was completely drained.

Chapter Nineteen

   She pulled away from my groin and leaned back onto her hands. With a gorgeous smile, she said, "we are yours, if you get angry or even upset we will please you." She shot Jan a stern look and continued, "all three of us!"

   She gathered herself and then stated, " and we will do much better if we are not tortured."

   I gave her a baleful look and answered, "I am not going to tell you again, stop playing head games or else!"

   I resumed looking at Brenda, then reduced the power setting on the box, for the next 15 minutes I sent violent shocks through her body. When I zapped her earlobe, it would look as if her eyes would pop out of her head. When I removed her from the pole, she couldn't walk. I left her lying in the floor and made Jan prepare dinner. I ordered fried chicken and it was amusing as I watched her flinch from the hot grease droplets as they spattered onto tits, stomach and thighs.

 

After dinner Fran begged to feed Brenda, but I refused causing a resigned look to appear on Fran's pretty face. I took Brenda into her "punishment" room, I had arranged the bed frames into a tiny cell with the bed springs still attached. Once inside the cell she could not sit nor lie down, there was only enough room to stand. I locked the door of her cage and flipped a switch that would energize every inch of that metal frame and the bed springs. She squeaked when the first jolt ripped through her body, I turned out the lights and left the room. It had been a busy day and I was ready for some sleep, so I put Fran into a cell and chained Jan's wrist cuffs to my bed. It was pleasant having a warm body lying next to me.

   I awakened with a feeling of well-being, that had been missing from my life for a long time. When I entered Brenda's room, I took careful note of her, she had a tired, sick look on her face. Her body shivered at the sight of me, the floor was damp around her feet, from tears, sweat and urine. I deactivated the power to the cage and approached her, she was emanating a sour body odor.

  

   I spoke disdainfully, "damn bitch, you stink!"   

   I shoved her into the other room and told Fran to get water. Brenda drank greedily and I allowed her food, because she was going to need her strength.

    As Brenda rested, I turned my attention to Jan and spoke, "your sexual performance is pathetic, do you only get off using plastic dicks?" Fran had crept nearer and I gave her a threatening glance. She remained where she was with a look of concern. Jan wildly looked around, and ran for the door, she attempted to yank it open several times, when that failed

Chapter Twenty

   I told her to crawl to me and she sank down onto her knees then obeyed, crying and sniffling. Seeing her crawling in abject fear, excited my primal urges, my cock sprang fully erect instantly. The tip of my shaft was jerking in anticipation of raping this pitiful female. I was convicted of rape, so why not be a rapist and a prolific one at that!

   Fran started to speak, but I turned and she closed her mouth when she saw my face. She spoke to Jan instead, "baby, just relax and do what he wants, it will be ok."

   When Jan was at my feet, I ordered her to look at me. She complied and a powerful rush of dominance coursed through my body as I looked at her terrified face. I firmly grasped her chin and pilled her mouth open. I ordered Francis to lick my ass thoroughly and inserted my cock into Jan's oral cavity. I felt Fran's tongue begin it's task by licking my crevice.

Jan was choking back sobs and her tongue was barely moving, grasping her hair I yanked her head back and slapped her twice. Then I forced her onto all fours and knelt behind her chunky ass, I roughly spread her ass cheeks and brutally entered her ass-hole. Fran could not continue rimming me, so she caressed my balls.

   Jan cried out as my shaft violated her tender hole, I reached around, and locked my hands around her titties. I squeezed them tightly and began to twist, she shook her head and screamed.

    I felt Fran start kissing my back and saying, "please let me have your wonderful cock, I need it so badly, please!"

    I ignored her and continued to rape Jan's hole, increasing my thrusts and exerting all my hand strength to wring her boobs. Jan screamed again when my shaft went full length into her tiny hole. Fran hands roamed my body caressing, fondling, her firm tits sliding sensually along my arm.

  

   She slid her tongue inside my ear and whispered huskily, "cum baby, pump your hot jism into her!"

   I  growled, "shut the fuck up, you can't protect this frigid bitch!"

   I was stroking hard now and my hands slipped off her sweaty tits, Jan lunged to the floor face first. I followed her and grabbed her wrists then cruelly twisted her arms behind her back.

   I told Fran, "put my rod back into her ass-hole, now!"

   She reached around my thighs and using her fingers positioned my cock. Then she pulled my shaft gently to guide me into Jan's tight anus. Jan was resting on her stomach and I slammed into her ass forcefully, she was squealing and trying to wriggle from underneath me. Her movements were exciting and I pushed her hands upwards, until they were between her shoulder blades. My cock swelled and jerked as my orgasm began, when I had emptied my load, cum was seeping from her ass-hole. I made Francis clean my sperm from her hole and then clean me. I ordered Fran to prepare a shower then made her kneel inside the tub and wash my sweaty body. I also had Fran and Jan wash one another.

Chapter Twenty-One

   After they were finished with their baths, I chained the trio together. However, I put my special harness on Brenda, the leather harness had a wide strap that would fit underneath her titties firmly. Thinner straps from the harness were connected to the collar that fit around her neck. There were 4 strong, rigid metal rods that attached to the tit harness and connected to the throat collar. These rods stood upright, 2 in the front of her body and two in the back. They extended about 18 inches above her head and ended when they attached to a large ring. I got the idea from seeing a medical halo on a patient at the prison hospital.

   I led them to the pier, the sky was gray and a storm was probably on the way. The wind was causing the waves to slap against the rocks. I stopped at the navy crane that was bolted to the concrete dock and released Brenda. I  shoved her under the crane and attached the cable to the ring on Brenda's harness, then attached Brenda's wrists to the ring. She was shaking from fear and her voice trembled as she begged and offered her body to me.

   I laughed and said, "I have your body bitch, and I am going to use it!"

   I activated the powerful motor on the crane and lifted her feet off the pier. I turned the crane, until she hung over the water, then slowly lowered her lovely nude body into the sea until both breasts were covered completely. I made the other two sit on the edge of the pier and I sat with them, they were obviously puzzled by my actions.

   I spoke to Jan and asked, "have you always been frigid or is it that you don't like me?"

   She hesitated and I reached for her tit, so she quickly said, "no I like you, but it's being afraid, I just can't do stuff, I don't know what you want."

   I threatened her with, "you and I are going to have a punk party, just like in prison!" She shuddered and remained quiet, her hands nervously twitching. Fran attempted to entice me with her body, promising that she would make me feel so good, if I wouldn't hurt Jan anymore. I kept watching Brenda and mostly ignored Francis.

   The first jellyfish drifted near Brenda, but did not touch her with it's tentacles. She did not see the gelatinous creature floating with the waves, but Fran did.

   Fran exclaimed, "please, get her out of there, please I am begging you, I will make Jan do much better, if you just get Brenda out of the water."

   I smiled at Fran and replied, "Oh, I will get her out, when I am ready and little Jan is going to do much better!"

   The jellyfish continued to drift around with the wind and tide, Brenda was hysterical once she realized what was happening. Then a large jellyfish floated past, at first I thought it would miss her, but there was a sudden wind shift and the tentacles enveloped her body. She screamed in earnest as the venom inflamed her flesh, a wave splashed into her mouth and she began to gag. I watched in fascination as the animals tentacles floated gracefully around her body. She was screaming steadily and hearing them was so enjoyable. 

Chapter Twenty-Two

   After the jellyfish floated away, I pulled Brenda out of the sea and freed her hands. There were bright red welts about 1 inch wide from those large tits to her ankles. Some of the stripes wound around her body and she was in terrible pain, carefully holding her arms away from her body. As I led them back to the bunker, Fran pleaded with me to allow her to treat the angry red welts.

   I stopped at the door of the bunker saying, "very well, you can piss on her."

   Fran stammered, "no, no, I meant treat her with medications."

   I replied, "the ammonia in your urine will reduce the pain and the redness, but it's up to you."

   Fran reluctantly agreed and I forcefully yanked Brenda to her knees and said, "ok there she is, squirt away."

   She blushed a deep red and approached Brenda until she was about a foot away. I grasped her metal collar and pulled her until she stood over Brenda.

   Then I growled, "you got one minute to piss or you lying friend will have a very bad day!"

   She concentrated and her urine began to spray out of her cunt, striking Brenda in the face and dripping off her nose and chin onto her breasts. The yellow liquid drained down her stomach and then dripped from her cunt. Fran desperately tried to adjust her stance to avoid hitting Brenda in the face.

   I told Fran, "save some for the backside."

   Her blush deepened, but she nodded in agreement. She lifted her leg and stepped over Brenda and then began to spray her back. I watched as her urine drained through the crack of Brenda's ass and onto the concrete walkway.

   I looked at Jan saying, "your turn fuckmeat, piss on her."

   With a look of deep shame and taking small steps she approached Brenda, impatiently I grabbed both of her breasts and tried to rip them from her body. Her scream echoed off the bunker, I dragged her into position and released my grip. Her boobs were black and blue from the abuse that I inflicted in the last few hours.

   She straddled Brenda and said, "I'm sorry Brenda, but he hurts me so badly!"

   She began to piss and thoroughly soaked Brenda's hair, urine was dripping out of her ears. When she had emptied her bladder, Brenda was a mess and now she really stank.

Chapter Twenty-Three

   I had not lied to Fran about the ammonia and it did give Brenda some relief. Once we were locked inside the bunker, I made them give Brenda a tub bath and thoroughly wash the nasty whore. I could hear Brenda's cries and gasps as the cloth aggravated the welts on her creamy, red streaked skin. I made Jan get the make-up case from my bag and had them apply cosmetics to Brenda's face until I was satisfied with the results. She looked like a total whore, which is exactly what she was.

   

   When they finished and Brenda was kneeling at my feet, I cuffed Jan's arms in front of her stomach. Then I took one the metal rods from my bag and placed it so that when I lifted the bar she would be supported by her elbows and shoulders. Using the power hoist I left her dangling with her feet off the floor. In a few hours the constant pressure of her body weight would dislocate her shoulder joints. I snapped my fingers at Fran and then pointed at my cock, she came and sank down in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth and rolling her tongue around my shaft. That talented organ had me hard in no time. I pushed Brenda onto her back and forced Fran's head away from my penis.

  Fran immediately guessed my intentions and grabbed my leg  saying, "please don't, please, I am all that you need and I need your cock, please."

   I ripped Fran's arms away and knelt between Brenda's legs, she tried to rise and I punched her in the chest. I moved between her thighs and spread her labia with my fingers and thrust inside her vagina. I rested my body weight on her, contacting the welts and she groaned in pain. I began to thrust and buried my cock easily, into that well fucked hole. The salt in my sweat was making her welts burn and she was gasping.

   I was amazed when she began to respond, her arms encircled my back and her heels locked behind my knees.  I looked at her face and she was in torment, but she began to move that luscious ass, very deliberately matching my thrusts. Her hands moved downwards until they found my ass, then began to caress my cheeks. I could feel her fluids leaking past my shaft as my balls slapped her ass. I renewed my efforts of fucking this cunt, there were rivulets of my sweat draining onto her torso. Something caught my eye and I looked to see Fran talking to the frigid bitch, but I would deal with that later.

   Brenda had moved her legs to my waist and she was using that fuck hole like a true whore. While the muscle contractions were faint, I could feel her trying to squeeze my shaft. Then she began to moan as she felt my cock begin to throb, she forcefully pushed my cock downwards and then quickly took the full length of my shaft. She snapped her cunt upwards and the sensation started my orgasm, and cum slammed into her cunt.  Using both hands I savagely twisted her tits and she screamed in agony, but she was not going to have an orgasm. I emptied into her cunt and then stood.

   I approached Fran and inquired, "Franny do-gooder what were you two talking about?"

   She blanched but answered, "I was just telling her that she had to let go and please you," Adding quickly, "that if she did, you wouldn't hurt her so much."

   I noticed Brenda's hand sliding toward her crotch, but before she reached that deprived fuck-hole, I caused more pain by jerking her upright. I then dragged Brenda to the punishment room and shoved her inside the tiny cage.

   I taunted her while locking the door, "try to finger fuck yourself now bitch!" I energized the cage and left the room.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

   I returned to Fran and the look she presented was apprehensive. However, she faced me squarely and looked into my eyes, her nerve impressed me. However, I could not allow her to challenge me, so my hand flashed to her throat and I gripped firmly saying, "don't try me bitch, don't ever try me, you have no idea what you are dealing with, cunt!"

 

  She tried to speak, however I maintained my grip and glared into her eyes. When she lowered her eyes I released my grip, and she instantly took a breath. 

   When she regained her breathing rhythm, she said, "please, Jan is in agony, if you could just let her down for a few minutes, I know that she would be very grateful."

   I told her to follow me and went to a chair and sat, then smiled saying, "sit on my lap, just like you were my real girlfriend." Her bare ass felt very good on my skin and my cock began it's countdown to orgasm.

   I looked at Fran and said, "baby you can't help them, Miss frigid will have to continue her lessons and nothing will save Brenda."

   Fran gave me a look of pity and resting her head on my chest said quietly, "so much rage, so much hate." As her fingers caressed my chest.

   Something about that look and those words disturbed me, who the hell was she to feel sorry for me! Strangely, I did not respond and that bothered me, also.

   She spoke again quietly, "when can Jan be released, please?"

   I answered absently, still thinking about what had just happened, "in the morning."

   She murmured, "so very long and she will be in agony for every second."

   I became angry and snapped, "oh yeah bitch, well wait till her shoulder joints dislocate then you will see some real pain!"

   I pushed her off my lap with a stern warning, "keep your fucking mouth shut!"

   I rarely smoke, but I went outside and lit a cigar, the sea breeze felt nice on my nude body. At first I felt Fran was playing head games, trying to manipulate me, but she seemed so sincere. My reaction had bothered me most of all, any other thing and I would have kicked her ass, then fucked the bitch. I reached a decision and went to the door, I paused in the doorway and scanned the room, then entered.

Chapter Twenty-Four

   Without speaking I forced Fran onto all fours then told her to put my cock into her ass-hole. She obediently reached back and found my hard rod then gently pulled it into her opening. I brutally rammed my shaft into her sphincter, and she cried out as the rigid invader ripped, tender flesh. I wanted to dominate her by using brutal sex, make her understand that nothing would deny my retribution. That she was a prop on the stage of my world and subject to any whims that I wished to impose.

   She attempted to rest her head on her arms, but I savagely pulled her hair and she remained in position. There was a loud "THOP" as my sweaty groin smacked into her ass-cheeks. I felt powerful, my dominance was a glorious thing, I was Master taking what was rightfully mine.My chain of thought was interrupted as my balls tightened then I felt the warm and pleasant sensation of orgasm, as my sperm pumped into her tight sheath of flesh.  I remained in her ass-hole for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of that hot, tight hole. I left Fran on all fours and got a drink, she was quietly weeping as I settled into a chair.

   Jan had started making a monotonous whine and after my drink, I gagged her tightly. Fran recovered and asked to use the restroom, I scrutinized her for a moment then agreed.

   As she entered the bathroom I spoke harshly, "do not sit on the seat, fucktoy!"

   I watched through the doorway as she straddled then sprayed the toilet bowl, her urine dripping onto the floor, then I called out, "clean that bowl and floor, fuckmeat!"

   After wiping her cunt and legs, she began cleaning everything. I could see that her painfully stretched ass-hole was hampering certain movements. A storm had rolled in from the sea and I was getting drowsy. I chained Fran to my bed and listened to the sounds of wind, surf and rain until I went to sleep. Several times I noticed that Fran was looking at me, as if she pitied me. However, I was not finished with Brenda and if Fran got in the way she would regret it. I awakened the next morning feeling rested, as the storm was ongoing and decided to stay in the bed for a while.

   Fran opened her eyes and asked, "could you release my cuffs, please?"

   I opened them and she stretched then said, "would you care for anything?"

   I asked maliciously, "what about your little bitch hanging from the ceiling?"

   Her eyes widened and she replied, "oh no, please let's take her down, please!"

   I snickered and left the room with Fran following. I looked at Jan and knew from the unnatural angle of her arms that both joints had dislocated. I released her chains and she dropped limply into Fran's anxious arms.

   I ordered Fran, "lay her down and get an ammonia cap."

   She obeyed and roused Jan into consciousness, I knelt and pulled one shoulder joint back into it's socket, Jan was unresponsive and silent. I relocated the other joint and told Francis, "tell her that she will be hung like that every night, until she begs to fuck my brains out." Adding, "and those joints will only relocate so many times before permanent damage occurs." 

   Francis held Jan in her arms and nodded her head with tears running down both cheeks.

Chapter Twenty-Five

   I entered Brenda's room and she was trembling from the strain of standing motionless for hours.

   I spoke jovially, "morning, have a good night?"

   She didn't respond as she was concentrating on not moving.

   I barked, "bitch, I said good morning."

   Her voice croaked out, "good morning."

   I turned the power off and she collapsed against the frame. I opened the door and she crawled out of the cage then followed me on all fours into the living area. When I stopped, she flopped down and didn't move. I ordered a big breakfast from Francis and relaxed in a chair, I called Jan to come and sit in my lap. Fran kept peeking from the kitchen until I took Jan's labia and twisted hard, making her cry out in pain. Then I pointedly looked at Fran, after that she concentrated on her cooking.

   I began a heavy petting session with Jan, and she showed improvement, using her tongue to lick my lips then shoving it into my mouth. Her writhing tongue was exciting and my cock began to rise with small jerks. She moved to my chest and licked my nipples as I felt her hand searching between my legs. She found my cock and began to slide her fingers along it's now hard length.

   Her voice whispered throatily, "I love you, oh please help me, I love you so much!" Her voice strengthened as she spoke again, "I am going to fuck you baby, I am going to make it feel so good, I love your big, smooth, hard cock!"

   Something had released the slut inside Jan and it was running wild! Of course, dislocated shoulders are very persuasive. I leaned back in the chair, curious as to what she would do, she jumped down and threw one leg across me. She grasped my shaft and with a little twist had it inside her vagina. She sat down on my thighs and threw her head back, then laughed gutturally.

   Her fingers were bent into claws as she gripped my neck and stuck her tongue deeply into my mouth. She began to bounce energetically, while holding that wicked kiss. She was growling and moaning as the animalistic urges roared out of her gorgeous body. She drew back from the kiss and her face twisted into a mask of pure lust.

    I felt her nails dig into my flesh as she leaned back and gripped my knees. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the edge of my seat, behind my hips. Using her arm and leg muscles she squirmed then twisted, as sweat poured from our bodies. She pushed her ass against my groin and squeezed my cock with her pelvic floor muscles. Then keeping the muscles tight she slowly slid up my pole. She reached the glans of my shaft and quickly slid back down. My balls were already teeming with cum and that triggered the release. I spurted into her cunt rapidly, and as her vagina filled, my cum began to seep out of her pussy and form thick globs. Her muscles went rigid then began to flex as her orgasm raced through her body, as she moaned continually. I scrutinized Jan while my cock deflated and she was murmuring her love for me, but still the change in her was unsettling.

Chapter Twenty-Six

   Fran broke the moment by saying, "breakfast is ready."

   Brenda was snoring and I let her sleep, so that she would be well rested for our next adventure. As we ate, Jan darted glances around the room, seemingly afraid that someone would take her food. After the meal was finished I told Jan to clean the kitchen.

   Fran asked to be allowed to speak, but I interjected saying, "You have been warned enough, I am tired of your  bullshit!"

  

   I caught her wrist and forced her arm behind her back. I placed my other arm around her throat and applied pressure, while calling Jan out of the kitchen. I rushed Francis to a frame set into the floor and placed her across it. I ordered Jan to attach chains to her manacles and forced her head to the floor. After Jan secured her wrists, she was bent double with her crevice gaped open, exposing her vagina and anus.

   I took a flexible switch and lightly struck her anus, she flinched from the anticipated pain. I struck hard the next time and spittle flew from her mouth as she shrieked. I tapped her a couple of times then delivered three rapid fire strikes to her crack. Her ass-hole was turning red and she began to jerk from side to side, making the tender hole harder to hit. Sometimes, she was successful but not every time and it was almost like playing a game.

   I noticed that Jan's eyes were rolling back into her head, and she had both hands in her cunt! I placed a set of clamps on Fran's nipples that had strong rubber tubing connected to them. I stretched the tubes and connected them to the frame. Her nipples appeared deformed as they were twisted and pulled out of shape, I took the switch and resumed the game.

   I heard Jan begin a deep moan as she reached her climax. I continued striking Fran for a few minutes, then had Jan fetch the monster dildo. She returned it to me, and I noticed her hands smelled like wet pussy. I inserted the giant into Fran's ass-hole and with effort got about 10 inches inside. Fran was sobbing and lying motionless now, I folded the monster over and shoved the other end inside her cunt.

   I told Jan, "stand here and make sure that toy stays inside her holes!"

   I went outside to cool down and get a bucket of saltwater.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

   I returned to see Jan holding the huge shaft as Francis pleaded with her to remove it from her body.

I placed the bucket near the frame and pulled Fran's head back then asked, "are you convinced or do we take the next step?"

   Fran croaked,  "you win, I can't take this pain, I'll stop interfering!"

   I said, "good girl." Then told Jan to unplug her holes and I released her limbs.

   I commanded Jan to awaken Brenda as Fran painfully staggered away to lie across the table on her stomach. Jan insistently shook Brenda's shoulder and she blearily opened her eyes.

   I snapped at Brenda saying, "you can walk or I  can drag you by those big jugs, which is it?"

   She shakily stood and I pointed at the frame as she began to plead, "no please, can't you fuck me or I will suck your cock, please I am so sorry you went to jail!" She was trembling and appeared to be nauseated, she gripped the frame to keep her legs from collapsing.

   I smugly replied, "it's a little late for that, don't you think?"And as an afterthought, "Are you and John still dating?"

   That increased her weeping and mucous from her nose dripped onto her tits. I shoved her across the bar face down and snapped at Jan, "you know what to do!"

   She secured Brenda's four limbs and stepped back with a fearful look on her face. I noticed that Brenda's crevice opened wider than Fran's.  Taking a wooden ruler, I wrapped a piece of fine grit "sandpaper" around it, then slowly and carefully began to rub the abrasive paper along both sides of her crevice. My goal was not to tear the tender tissue, but to make it raw. When the crevice was completed, I started rubbing her ass-hole. I was interrupted by her violent contortions and had to tighten her restraints. Once her ass-hole was beet red, I lifted the bucket of salt water and dribbled the salty water into her crack. Her shrieks were deafening as the salt inflamed the raw tissue.

   Fran gasped, "oh no, please!"

   However I gave her a threatening look and she placed her head down remaining quiet. Jan was watching with a terrified look on her face. I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cock, Jan scurried to me and dropped to her knees. She engulfed me and her tongue began it's dance around my shaft. Her fingers gripped my thighs and her head started bobbing. I continued to trickle water down Brenda's crevice, reveling in every scream, gasp or grunt.

   Jan was taking me deeper, trying to deep throat my 9 inch rod. Her nose touched my stomach and she paused, I felt her throat muscles working as she prepared to take all of me. With a quick nod she had my cock inside her throat, and it felt marvelous, the head of my cock tightly encompassed by contracted muscles.

    Brenda was unconscious again, but I wasn't about to stop this blow job. Jan held me, until she started to need urgently to breathe, then she moved her head back, parting her lips and sucking air. She took a deep breath and swallowed me again with my swollen, sweaty testicles resting on her dimpled chin. My balls began to deliver their load and I felt her desperately gulp my cum. Her throat flexing as it allowed my sperm into her stomach.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

   I made Jan give me a tub bath, the warm water and her caressing hands was very enjoyable. After my bath, I returned to see Francis pouring fresh water into Brenda's crack. When Fran saw me she dropped the container and fled to the corner of the room. I ignored her and released the still unconscious Brenda. She immediately dropped to the floor and remained motionless. I sat in a chair and ordered Fran to approach me, she reluctantly obeyed with hand on her ass crack. I told her to sit in my lap, but she begged to kneel instead. I sternly refused and she sat cautiously on my legs.

  

   I scrutinized her grimacing face saying, "want some ointment for your ass?"

   She was suspicious but needed the relief, "yes please."

   I made her get the medication and apply it, the ointment began to soothe on contact and her face relaxed.

   I told Francis, "there is two more things that must be done and then all three of you will be released."

   Her eyes widened as she said, "thank you so much." Then she asked suspiciously, "what things?"

   I replied, "well, I have never had two bitches give me a blow job, so you and Jan will do that shortly." I then said, "do not ask me about the other thing."

   She did not like my answer, but knew better than to say anything else. I called Jan and had her kneel at my thigh and Fran positioned her body on the opposite side. I took Jan's head and turned it sideways then pressed her ear onto my thigh. Fran followed suit, now they were facing each other with my cock between their luscious lips.

   I ordered both of them, "put your lips on the head of my cock." Hair dragged across me as they obeyed. My cock was now in both of their warm, wet mouths with their lips touching.

   I commanded Jan, "slide your tongue under the head of my cock." Then I told Fran, "slide your tongue over the head." once that was accomplished, I told them to French kiss. The sensation was spectacular, nothing had ever felt this good to me. I leaned back and closed my eyes sensing every movement of those writhing and agile organs. I could feel them sliding along my shaft and pushing against each other. The warm breath from their noses added to my excitement. Fran began to caress my balls and Jan slid her hand under my cheeks and lightly slid her fingers along my crack.

   I was groaning from so much pleasure and their tongues began to move faster. Their lips were crushed together and they began to drool, with their saliva dripping onto my balls. My orgasm was intense and I delivered a large amount of cum into their eagerly sucking mouths. My balls ached after pumping so much sperm.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

   I chained both of them to my bed and had a long restful nap. Later, I went into the storage bunker and returned with a small furnace that I had built. I placed the unconscious Brenda on a special restraining table, that was designed with arm and leg attachments radiating from it. I secured her wrists and biceps to the arm attachment, then placed wide straps above her knees and a wider band tightly around her midriff. The strong leather straps and band was equipped with D-rings. Using adjustable cables, I locked her body into place. After immobilizing her head and chaining her ankles, I made a phone call to a contact that would arrange transportation for my escape.

   Upon my return I ignited the furnace and watched as the flames turned bright red. I activated the fan that forced a stream of air into the furnace and the coals turned white as the heat intensified. I pushed the branding irons into the inferno.

   Jan was told to awaken Brenda and I smilingly told the liar, "I am going to brand you!"

   Brenda's eyes widened in horror, then with a desolate expression, tears begin to flow.

   After the irons were white and glowing, I began the branding process. I held the iron to her left tit and counted slowly to five as her shrieks reverberated off the walls. I changed irons and repeated the procedure until her left breast read "Lying" and "Slut" was seared into her right tit with two inch letters.

   Her labia was next and with ½ inch letters, I burned "Rape Me" into her cunt lips. The stench of burnt hair and cooked flesh was exhilarating.  I shut the furnace down and called Fran from the bathroom, where she had taken refuge saying, "I will leave tomorrow night." 

   A look of relief and joy flashed upon her face as I continued, "until then, keep the pussy coming."

   She nodded saying, "yes we will, all you want!"

  Chapter Thirty

    I met the freighter the following night that would take me to South America, it cost me a bundle, but leaving the country without documentation is not easy to do. After radioing the coast guard and giving them the coordinates of my island along with a request for rescue, I abandoned my power boat then let it drift with the waves. During the trip I began to feel empty and desolate, my dreams became chaotic and frightening. My desire for revenge but not inspire me any longer.

  

   After the ship docked, I roamed about for months, finally taking a job driving a truck that carried nitro-glycerin to construction projects, gold mines, etc. The other drivers nicknamed me, "demente suicida" or suicidal madman, because I ignored road conditions, weather and rebel activity. Somehow, living just didn't matter any longer.

The End

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