The Controller continued raping the female beneath him. Even as nearby the voice of a second victim begged for mercy. The two women had been inside the Controller’s basement for the better part of a week. And the sadist had already informed the girl with the pleading voice that she would never ever be released.
As for the object suffering underneath the Controller’s pelvis and stabbing cock a decision hadn’t yet been made regarding her own dim prospects for freedom.
He’d chosen the two girls based upon the respective wardrobe they’d chosen to wear the day they were both kidnapped within a hour of one another. On that occasion the Controller had blessed the bounty that climate change had afforded him. In the person of the dark haired girl - the one he was currently fucking - having pranced about in jean shorts and a bikini top. And the fair complexioned girl - she who was at present pleading for forgiveness - having exhibited her worthless body in beach heels and a halter top that brought the Controller back to his early days of slave trading. In the halcyon days of the 1980s.
The girl being raped - the one who still retained a chance of surviving her ordeal - grunted in agony as her torturer’s thrusts speared her. She’d been used almost exclusively on a vaginal basis…and the wear n’ tear upon her pussy made each successive rape all the more physically painful than the one prior. The low bed upon which both she and the Controller were horizontal was squealing in loud protest as the attack continued for many, many minutes. This dark haired girl had spent the majority of her time Belowstairs gagged with either her panties or her bikini top shoved inside her mouth. Sometimes both.
“Hurts…don’t it? Filthy whore…this is YOUR fault.”
The blonde female no more than ten feet away from the rape bed was contorted in pain. Mainly due to the overly large stationery clips biting onto her aching nipples. Not to mention that she’d been placed in a crippling hogtie more than three hours ago. And the Controller had displayed no sign that he meant to loosen her bindings anytime soon. After all…this wretch begging for mercy had already been slated for what her Controller liked to taunt victims with as ‘the exit treatment’.
Which (defined loosely) guaranteed that her young perfect body would soon be flayed.
“Good. Suffer bitch…just remember, you’re the lucky one Lori. Rotate your hips slut.”
The dark haired girl being raped - Lori…the one with the ball gag between her jaws because it hurt more than merely having her bikini top taped inside her mouth - obeyed her kidnapper and began to prompt her tormentor to orgasm with her silken hips. She was wisely accepting her ‘sex punishment’…her humiliation…because even SHE was aware of what the Controller had in store for the blonde. Before each of her rapes the sadist would display to Lori the implements he was planning on using with the less fortunate girl’s body. Once he began skinning her alive. Lori was understandably frightened. Which enhanced her value in the Controller’s eyes since she was better in bed than the other slave anyway.
“Please…(the hogtied woman with the fair complexion was begging again)…please…j-just use my ass again. Please! I’ll…I’ll improve sir. PLEASE! Just…j-just keep both of us sir. I’ll go down on Lori s-sir…I’ll go down on Lori with my mouth. Just for you! PLEASE! I’ll…I mean, th-this whore will do everything you desire master. Please…I’m pleading with you sir! PLEASE!”
The Controller ignored the doomed girl. Then whispered a degrading but helpful ‘hint’ to Lori as to EXACTLY how to buck her exhausted hips. Up and against his tireless cock. The spearing rape thrusts continued atop the low bed for many more minutes. Until the squealing of the bed drowned out the futile pleas for mercy from the hogtied blonde who was certain that real pain was coming.
Excruciating pain. All part of the exit treatment.
“Good girl. I’m close pig. Real close! Good…good girl. I’m going to keep you Lori. And…and I’m going to do everything with you. Like I said…this is all your fault. I definitely approve of your whore’s body…that’s why I’m gonna’ keep you in one piece Lori. You’re VERY lucky. No lie…I plan on doing just about everything with this nice little body. And ‘yes’…most of what I have planned for you Lori is going to hurt. Like this…TAKE IT WHORE!!”
The Controller’s shredding climax atop the rape bed caused a wave of pain to radiate along Lori Haggart’s nude, spread-eagled body. The brunette would have sworn that her pussy was afire. And that turpentine had been poured deep inside her wrecked womb. This was rape…Controller-style. Intended to maim. Intended to ruin.
And already the villain of 2112 Division Street was looking ahead to strapping his expendable blonde to an ‘A’-frame next door. His was a basement with multiple attractions.
