I forced the girl I was going to abuse downstairs with the help of a pair of handcuffs, a choker leash and thee absolute certainty I’d already implanted within her mind that if she disobeyed me in even the slightest way or ways she was going to instantly regret it.
“This is your new home. Your roommates will be excited to meet you Deidre…”
The brown haired female I was set on using and abusing managed the descending stairwell tolerably well. Considering the dim lighting and the palpable fear I could sense in the way her bare shoulders quaked. It always pleased me whenever a new addition sobbed uncontrollably her first day down inside my wine cellar.
“There’s a song. ‘Long haired ladies, well they look so fine! LOCKED in my cellar full of cheap red wine…’ Ha ha! That’s going back a few years. But you get the point Deidre. Watch these last few steps. You behave and keep your filthy mouth shut and I just may loosen those bracelets a bit. Not that you deserve any coddling whore……”
The twenty-four year old that I’d decided to add to my harem was barefoot. I had Deidre’s panties in the left front pocket of my blue jeans and had pulled her black tube sort of sweater down past her shoulders so that I could revel in her cleavage, bare back and exquisite shoulders for the walk to the punishment rooms.
“Quiet down girl. You can fret and beg later…after we’ve had a bit of fun. Like I said…Missy and Adria are looking forward to your full participation in the recreational activities planned for the next few months. Here…in the basement. I’m embarrassed to say that I have no spirits in the cellar. No casks of Amontillado. But you sluts are going to be far too busy to worry about a lack of wine tasting belowstairs. Turn left…good girl.”
I directed Deidre’s worthless and half naked body to a portion of the cellar where I was sure she could see Missy dangling by her wrists in subtle agony. And where my newest slave couldn’t help but hear Adria’s moans of discomfort as this - my youngest victim - ‘recovered’ from her most recent session of torture.
“See? You have company. We’re a tight little group down here Deidre slut. Of course that tramp top you have on will have to come off. I’ll burn it along with your knickers and bra. Your panties I’m keeping as a souvenir. Now…just to the right…back to that wall whore. Good girl! Well done Deidre…I may not have to beat you as unflinchingly as I expected. Once I get you strapped down to the surface of this disciplinary bench. SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!”
I placed the third of the four females I was dead set on ruining upon her back along a fairly narrow length of seating. About waist high off the ground and ‘cushioned’ by a mean strip of rubber foam against Deidre’s back. I hummed the entirety of the lyrics of Bernie Taupin’s “Midnight Creeper” as I arranged Deidre’s body for her initial rape and her second dose of physical punishment. What I’d done to the bitch upstairs in the garage inside my van was old news. It was time for the main event. The Deidre Perkins version……
“Yes…these ropes ARE uncomfortable. And you’ll very soon see - unless you’re even more stupid that I imagined the entire time I was stalking you Deidre - that you’ve been positioned so that those cuffs at the base of your spine will dig mercilessly into your back as I fuck the life out of you today. All day. And then every day after today. Yup. Welcome to your new home whore. Missy and Adria deserve a rest…and it’ll be at least a week until I can add Caroline to our troupe. EYES OPEN SLUT!! GET YOUR ASS IN THE AIR!! I can retrieve my whip in no time if you choose to piss me off girl.”
As the blue-eyed girl sobbed I sliced away the last clothes Deidre would ever wear from her torso. And then spent a reasonably healthy amount of time enjoying the sight of her rib cage spasm with frenetic breaths of deep-seated terror. When I was ready - but only after I had added torque to the nipple clamps currently causing the strung up Missy so much distress - I positioned in readiness the lance of my erection adjacent to Deidre’s vagina at the near end of the bench. I was going to rape Deidre with her fantastic legs drawn up against my chest and the soles of her pretty feet pointing straight up at the ceiling. This was a method of fucking that I knew from experience would lengthen the amount of time I could chisel away at the worthless whore’s insides. I wanted to make a good first impression on the slut…
“That’s it. You can cringe and grimace all you want Deidre. Nobody is deducted points down here for suffering excruciating pain. That’s it…good girl. I already like the way you’re swiveling your hips in a pathetic attempt to avoid the deep thrusts of my cock. Good girl. GOOD GIRL! Ha! You’ll be screaming in agony inside of fifteen minutes I’ll wager! Ha! Addie over there absolutely HATES it when I use her like this. This is your new home. And THIS (savage, brutal rape stroke…Deidre shrieking in pain) is your only purpose. EYES OPEN! ASS IN THE AIR! You belong to me now Miss Perkins.”
This female who would be seen naked last by me - who would be fucked last by me - begged for mercy the entire thirty-six minutes I raped her atop the bench. That first time. It wasn’t so much ‘Deidre Perkins’ that I untied and lifted off the bench once I had jettisoned my release deeply and painfully up her snatch. That first time. Rather, it was more of an object that I had shopped for, paid for and carried home to enjoy that sobbed within the clutches of my strong arms. As I relayed Deidre’s body to a spot directly aside Missy’s. So that I could string Deidre up and have a matched pair of helpless victims pleading for a respite. With four crushing, crunching, crippling nipple pincers abusing four pain-riddled breasts.
“Good girl Deidre. I must say you look nice up there…next to Missy. Let’s see…I think I can hoist you up another few inches so that only your toes can (barely) reach the floor. Yes. That’ll be better. Here we go. Shush girl…it’ll be over in a minute or two.”
“EE - aagghh! Mu - uugghh! EE - aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!”
As I tortured Deidre in this way I compared her legs - her tear streaked face - with those of Missy. I was well pleased. The old Tolkien line reads ‘Like…yet, unlike’…and that’s what I had at my mercy. Here inside my basement. A Chablis and a Cabernet.
“No worries. I’ll be sure to check back with both of you in a few hours. Alrighty? I mean, I’m not a wholly unreasonable man. You sluts chat…get to know each other. It’ll help when I have the pair of you trade turns plunging your tongues up and into the anus of one another over the next six months. I SAID EYES WIDE OPEN!! That’s it…I warned you about the lash.”
“No! PLEASE! PLEASE! I’m…I’m…I’m s-sorry…please! NO!”
“Nagghh! EE - aarrgghh! Nagghh! EE - aaaarrrrGGGGHHHHHH!!”
Only when I was confident that a lesson had been both imparted and learned did I allow Missy and her new best friend to dangle in relative peace (I.e. - agony). Content with Deidre’s initiation to the coven I strutted over to the corner of my lair where the youngest of my slaves was trembling in fear. Speaking of an anus, Addie had a splendid one…and I felt like rewarding myself for the flawless execution of Deidre’s kidnapping and imprisonment.
“Please s-sir…pl-please…not today. I’m begging you sir…PLEASE!”
This was the sort of selfish disobedience that could grind my gears…
“PLEASE! NO! NO! PLEASE…uuuugggggghhhhhh!! EE - uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh!!”
As I raped poor Adria to within an inch of her life I whispered into her ear that the final member of our quartet was slated to arrive soon.
“If I find that Caroline takes it up the ass better than you Addie you’re going to regret it! Move your hips! Don’t let your nipples touch the mattress beneath you! Head back! Go ahead and ‘scream’ bitch! SCREAM!!!!”
I had planned on doing exactly THIS with Adria. But only after shooting my load inside Deidre. Male physiology dictated that young Addie was in for a very long hour and fifteen minutes.
“PLEASE! Nu - uugghh! Maaaarrrrgggggghhhhhh……”
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EPILOGUE - Once I had gotten Caroline Webb inside my wine cellar and completely naked it became apparent that the slut WAS better at absorbing anal sex better than Adria. Which hardly mattered to Deidre. After all…that whore was spending a lot of quality time with her pretty face between Missy’s legs. In the end, they were all ‘clutch performers’…these expendable, disposable tramps. In the end they all prayed for the end.
