Twenty-two year old Jaimee Holds paid close attention to what the man was saying. Already the fetching blonde with the pretty blue eyes was becoming adept at maintaining eye contact with the man…while at the same time cradling his massive erection inside her mouth without her teeth becoming a nuisance.
“More tongue.”
Jaimee listened. And obeyed. It was very difficult to do thus kneeling stark naked upon the flagstones of this particular basement. And especially with her arms twisted up painfully behind her bare back and bound up tight at the wrists and elbows. Still…Jaimee’s blue eyes never wavered from the seated man’s brown eyes. As this female who was experiencing only her second day Belowstairs danced her tongue all about and along her kidnapper’s cock.
“Ankles together.”
The frightened blonde repositioned her exquisite legs in a manner she hoped the man would approve of. As she submitted herself and pleasured her new Owner with her lips and mouth Jaimee for the umpteenth time rationalized to herself why the man had chosen her last among the three girls for sex. True…he had already whipped Jaimee once. Using strips of flooring cove that had been cut to specifications allowing for it to whistle loudly through the air of the dungeon and causing crippling pain upon impact with Jaimee’s flawless vanilla skin.
“I said ankles together!”
Jaimee kept her eyes riveted to the man’s cruel face. And ignored the cramps in her lower back as she shimmied her bare legs for the amusement of her torturer. Jaimee felt the man growing ever closer to climax as she applied herself to the task of humiliating herself by ‘consenting’ to perform oral sex. Of the three females who went missing early yesterday morning Jaimee was acutely aware (as she knelt before him naked) that the man had chosen her body to rape last. Jaimee rationalized that that meant she was going to be his future favorite.
Never thinking that she just might be the most expendable.
“Pick up the pace whore…I want to see your breasts sway a bit more.”
Twenty-two year old Jaimee Holds paid very close attention to what the man was saying. Ashamed, she was conscious of how her breasts DID sway as her sore throat efforted giving this sadistic man sexual pleasure. Sexual service. Her blue eyes fixed upon his demanding brown eyes. In the cellar. Behind Jaimee as she continued to work upon her aching knees the other pair of hostages moaned in agony. These two girls - the brunettes - had ‘disappointed him’ said the man. He had raped the female who was closest in age to himself first. Then had whipped Jaimee’s buttocks. Then he had raped the younger brunette who was still in her four-inch high heels. That was yesterday. Their first day. Today he had tortured both of the brunettes. Then - apparently - had decided it was finally time for the blonde slut to entertain him. Jaimee hoped desperately that it was because he desired her body most.
“Do not spill a single morsel of my cum…”
Jaimee listened. And didn’t. Didn’t allow even a smidgeon of her Controller’s ejaculate to escape her throat and belly. Jaimee did all this as she kept her ankles together and her breasts swaying. Jaimee accomplished this without taking her pretty blue eyes off of the man’s face. His climax had been powerful…and full. Jaimee smiled inwardly and told herself she had absorbed the worst this animal could dish out. Jaimee - in an instant, Belowstairs - fooled herself into believing that she liked the taste, aroma and texture of her Master’s sperm.
“Good girl. Today…you won’t be whipped.”
Without waiting for Kenneth Myers, Esq. to order her to do so Jaimee licked clean the penis that had just shot off so disgustingly inside her parched mouth. Using her lips and even her long blonde hair Jaimee worshipped and cleansed the weapon that medical reports later confirmed would terrorize her vagina (and eventually her anus) for the next seventeen months. Jaimee was a good listener. Jaimee was a quick learner.
“I’m going to insist that you watch closely and listen carefully to what I’m going to subject the other whores to today. They are going to be tortured. And then you are going to give me another blow job slut. It’s obvious to me Ms. Holds that YOU are going to be my pride n’ joy moving forward. I imagine that suits you as well slut? Yes? Hmmmm….?”
Twenty-two year old Jaimee Holds (who never saw her family again) listened to every word the man spat at her. As she remained on her knees and the ropes binding her arms behind her back blossomed into claws bent on inflicting pain, shame and hopelessness. Jaimee’s eyes never faltered as she stared up at the man who had chosen her body for sex slavery. The doomed blonde heard a voice that sounded oddly like her own whisper in a meek, defeated tone that ‘Yes…that suits me quite well, my Master’. The Controller rewarded his prize with a short, sharp slap across the face. As he left Jaimee’s nakedness to wallow on the flagstones of his prison.
Shortly afterward the two brunettes began screaming in pain.
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(It is three - no, four - months later and Jaimee remains thee sole occupant of the slave cages within TheP.o.R.T. Far below street level at 2112 Division. Anita and Katey are long gone. Their shrieks of pain and their ignored pleas for mercy a faded memory in Jaimee’s mind. On this occasion Jaimee is being vaginally raped yet again. At length. And is secretly (not to mention disobediently) praying that her Controller won’t bite down too harshly upon her nipples once he reaches orgasm. Jaimee - more precisely, Jaimee’s naked body - has indeed become the Master’s favorite. Especially once there’d been less and less of value left in the spent bodies of Anita Morse and Katey Dobbs to maim and torment.)
“Yes. Yes master…my…m-my pussy hurts. But…b-but I want you to enjoy yourself s-sir.”
The Controller could hardly hear the demeaning words Jaimee was offering up to him. The bed they both occupied was loudly protesting the savage exertions of the rapist and the murmurs of excruciating pain from the worn out yet still pretty victim. Already the sadist was lining up the tips of his slave’s breasts for another visit from his incisors. He was close to cumming. Jaimee always had been and continued to remain a very worthy fuck.
“No sir. No…I want you to keep pounding me s-sir. Please! Make me a w-woman lord.”
The Controller took note that his prime whore was utilizing the words and phrases he had instructed her to say during ‘sex’. So as to debase herself. And thus surrender her worthless identity in hopes of becoming what Jaimee truly deserved to be: first, a target…and now, an object. A rape diversion for his exclusive amusement and entertainment.
“May I please splay my legs wider for y-you sir? Is…(uugghh!!)…is this f-filthy slut…(aagghh!!)…pl-pleasing to you Master?”
Being sure to wait for her debilitating grunts of pain to assure himself that he was raping Jaimee with appropriate brutality, the sadist speared the blonde’s pussy with deep, hard strokes. He was astounded the overworked bed could withstand this level of punishment…let alone his slave’s battered vagina. As he began licking Jaimee’s nipples in preparation for gnawing at them with his sharp canines the Controller gloried in his victim’s humiliating submission.
“It…s-sir…it…it is s-such an honor when y-you cum inside me…ohhhhhhhh!!”
The Controller had a well laid out plan for Jaimee’s pussy lips. Something sexy. Something very, very painful. Belowstairs. After all…he’d already decided (now that Anita and Katey had been sold off as Istanbul prostitutes) in what detailed manner he was going to torture Miss Jaimee Holds. Belowstairs.
“EE - aagghh! Thank…(uugghhhhhh!!)…th-thank you Master!! EE - AARRGGHHHHHH!!”
It was high time the stuck up bitch starting taking it up the ass anyway. Just like Anita. Just like Katey. Jaimee was no better, thought the Controller. No worse…but NO better either. Heck…it was exactly what he’d craved to do with Jaimee’s pussy from the very moment he spotted her in the yellow sweater. Months ago! Yes. He was indeed impatient for both the punishment of Jaimee’s cunt and the experience of her rectum. The whore was overdue for some serious usage. And - the Controller reasoned - if he devastated her clitoris with pain, well…it would be up to Jaimee to continue earn her keep with that sweet little bum of hers.
“Oh, please…pl-please sir…did…did th-this whore afford you pleasure sir? Ohhhhhh…”
She had. She always did.
But Jaimee’s situation was about to become much more dire. Anita and Katey were the lucky ones. As a stupid whore, Jaimee Holds hadn’t the awareness to AVOID becoming the Controller’s favorite. And now - today…as she gritted her teeth to absorb the stinging pain in her womb…and accepted the crushing agony being applied to her bitten and wrecked nipples - Jaimee was about to pay a heavy price. Unfortunately for this prettiest of blondes the Controller in fact WAS having a very, very good time.
Plus he saw NO reason to change his ways as long as Jaimee had breath in her lungs.
“Thank you…thank you sir for n-not torturing me. I…I want to serve you Master. Sexually.”
But when the Controller laughed Jaimee’s heart froze. Checkmate, bitch.
