Twenty-six year old Amy Lothgren did as she was told and kept her brown eyes fixed upon the man who’d kidnapped her. Just three hours previously. The brunette did as she was told because here - in this place - it hurt very, very much to have your ass cheeks paddled.
Amy was barefoot, topless and strung up uncomfortably by her wrists in a corner of her host’s dank basement. Only the blue jeans and cotton panties she’d been wearing when she was abducted remained on Amy’s trim body. Except that as she dangled helplessly like a carcass of meat Amy’s jeans had been pulled down to her knees and her panties had been pushed back enough to expose her well tanned buttocks for the purposes of corporal punishment.
’It’s like he’s done this before’ thought the brunette. Being sure to keep her doe eyes submissively upon the sadist who now both owned her trim body and controlled her fate.
As Amy shifted her weight from the ball of her right foot to her left she witnessed the man raping the other girl that had been acquired earlier that morning. Amy’s line-of-sight was directly along a vector that included the blonde girl’s widely splayed legs, their rapist’s ass crack and the arms of the victim being bound up (just like her own) at the wrist and pulled over the blonde’s head. Except she was horizontal…with their kidnapper atop her. Whilst Amy remained vertical. Awaiting her turn.
’It’s…it’s like he’s deliberately trying to hurt her’ confided Amy to herself. She could readily see the fiend raise his haunches high above the blonde’s pussy as a prelude to each and every pounding, spearing fuck stroke. That…and the plaintive retort of the bed the pair occupied. Bearing co-witness to the savagery of the attack. And - if all that wasn’t enough - the horrid grunts of agony and desperate pleas for mercy which the younger blonde girl was unable to stifle.
’He’ll…he’ll keep hitting her if she doesn’t k-keep quiet’ thought Amy. Her shoulders aching from her bindings and her hamstrings cramping from the rapist’s deliberate positioning of the ropes used to restrain her. ‘He is going to make me watch…and wait.’ Still, Amy was certain her turn in bed was approaching fast. The unreality of her shared predicament with the tormented blonde not quite drowning out the dread fear Amy felt in this hellish place.
The pair of victims sorta, kinda knew of one another. From the office campus. Since the return post-Covid. Amy grimaced, readjusted her hips as best she could without daring to make a sound and noticed again that the man had forced the blonde to keep her four-inch high heels on during her rape. To Amy it made her look more desperate. And increasingly less and less dignified as the humiliation mounted atop the damnable rape bed.
There came a time - as Amy waited for her own ordeal to commence - that the evil man turned the blonde over to her belly atop the bed. And midst a chorus of protests, screams and shrieks began to ponderously (and very painfully) use her body for anal sex. For a split second Amy determined to look away…but the memory of the pain inflicted upon her own bare ass cheeks by the demon’s roster of whips and paddles made Amy reaffix her gaze onto the happenings atop the rape bed.
’I wonder if I’ll be able to smell her body on the mattress once he ties my wrists and arms to that cleat in the far wall’ whimpered Amy to herself. For a moment the brunette was terrified that her audible disgust with what was being perpetrated upon the helpless blonde’s rectum might disturb the man’s amusement with his new slave. But then Amy remembered how the man had taken the blonde’s panties off her legs and placed them firmly inside Amy’s own mouth. Finishing up this task with several swaths of silver duct tape across Amy’s lips to ensure that the underwear - and the crippling shame - remained firmly within what the rapist referred to as “this whore’s filthy mouth”.
Remarkably it was only then that Amy began to cry. To sob. This act did nothing to tone down the screams of pain the blonde was reciting as her ass was ruined. But already young Amy Lothgren was hatching a plan to survive.
’He’ll…yes, he’ll be tired after her. When…when he reaches out for me he’ll be a bit t-tired. Yes! I have to cling to that. I’ll have a chnace. This is the first day. He’ll take out most of his hos-hostility on her. Yes! I…I have a ch-chance. He’ll…he’ll be tired. Right?'
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“Eyes open! NOW! Filthy slut……”
Amy cringed in fear, obeyed and awaited the next rush of pain. Her new master - only several minutes after having finished with the spent blonde - had leapt into a pre-planned, well-executed regimen of sordid nipple/labium torture. Upon Amy’s nude, restrained body. The Controller felt no fatigue whatsoever. And had decided to begin raping Amy tomorrow, not today. The bitch possessed such SWEET ass cheeks!
“For a first-timer your body dances well under torture girl. This is what a whore deserves Amy. Ha! Wait till I start in on your clitoris girl. No need to hurry. I’ve got all the time in the world ladies. Kara! I SAID EYES OPEN!!”
From a far corner - strung up naked by her wrists - Kara Ferguson straightened her spine like a soldier on parade. The blonde had been ordered to watch (and learn from!) Amy’s physical punishment. The nineteen year old sobbed and tried to ignore the taste of Amy’s panties being shoved (and securely taped) inside what the Controller called her “worthless goddam maw”. Kara was just as afraid of her kidnapper’s whips and paddles as Amy was.