Prior to abusing Ellie atop any of the soiled mattresses I had available it was incumbent upon me to remind the twenty-three year old brunette of what she habitually never wore behind the bar at Xavier’s Pub.
“I can’t imagine what it must feel like having your arms pinned behind your back like this. How it must hurt. So maybe it would have been wiser to display a little less cleavage at the bar? You think……?”
Early on and already I was dead certain that Ellie was going to be one of those ‘whimperers’. Which suited my plans fine. Both atop the mattresses as well as with other activities I had slated for the nude body of this green-eyed slut.
So before raping Ellie for the very first time I reminded her that my friend Nathaniel had paid for her surgery. Had laid out for the doctor as well as her time off from work. It remained unsaid - but obvious between us - that both Ellie and I were aware of how she’d skipped out on my friend right after her tits got done. In my book this was a sin unforgiveable.
“So you have a debt to pay and it appears I’m in a position to act as collector. Bad news girl.”
One of the last things I did before using Ellie’s body was show her how I intended to dispose of the clothing she’d been wearing her last day as a free woman. It was then that the ‘whimpering’ segued to a lovely stretch of ‘trembling’. A small portion of me felt guilty. Not for Ellie…but for my friend Nathaniel. He’d never witness this goddess in the manner I was presently enjoying. Still…it was ME that did the work. Did the stalking. Took on the risk. I now had the right to play God.
“I’ll take the dildo gag out of your filthy mouth after I cum. But ONLY if you cum too. This is rape. But it gets worse kid. You aren’t going to be allowed to just ‘lay there’ with this fine body of yours and get serviced. You - my dear young lady - are going to strive diligently to earn your keep around here. This ain’t Xavier’s. I call the shots from now on.”
One of the first things I did after puncturing Ellie with my cock atop the thinnest mattress I utilized for my sex games was to ask the bitch if she remembered me. From the bar. On Wednesday nights. When she was half naked, smiling and scheming. Before she realized how much she ‘owed’ me.
“They’re supposed to do that. I roped up your arms behind your back so that they’d dig into your spine once I mounted you. I’m sure it hurts like a sonuvabitch girl…but your cunt does feel sweet. Dry…but very, very sweet. Ha! Nate may have paid for your boob job…but there are severe repercussions here if you DON’T cum whore. So you’d best be advised to ignore the pain in your shoulders…and concentrate on relinquishing what little value and dignity you may have once lied about having. Nice breasts. Does this sting?”
I hardly let up the pace of my driving cock as I took turns biting each of the barkeep’s nipples a half dozen times each. It accentuated the contortions of Ellie’s prime body as I raped her for the first time. It was apparent the whore didn’t recall me from Xavier’s. Which gratified me. When I stalk prey it’s best to be stealthy.
It was a million-to-one shot that the slut was ever going to climax during one of her rapes. Either today, tomorrow or several months from now. Thus I had a built in reason (not that I really needed one) to freely administer discipline and punishment to Ellie’s body for each future instance of gross disobedience. Truth be told I had been relaying a lot of information verbally to Ellie in the run up to her rape. Primarily to humiliate her. But I had left out the data which confirmed that having her breast tips mauled by my canines was child’s play compared to the detailed tortures that awaited Ellie’s feet, labia, anus and ass cheeks.
“Look at me when I fuck you girl. Look straight into my eyes Ellie…if you know what’s good for you. That’s better. The first few days will be the most difficult. Then - if you’re lucky, if you admit to being worthless - the shame and agony may plateau around week two or three. It’s delightful to see you cringe when I reach for your nipples with my teeth. Ha ha! Guess you wish you’d covered up your body a bit more at Xavier’s, huh? Too late. LOOK AT ME!!”
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Later on I thought of Nate, the guys along the footrail of Xavier’s, the other girls who cocktail there who I’d passed on in favor of obtaining Ellie. I pondered all of this as my victim went from trembling and whimpering to full on sobbing and pleading. Once I had ‘mercifully’ removed the suffocating dildo gag. This was the backdrop as I escorted that perfect body to its very first session of torture. Inside my basement. Poor Ellie had failed to achieve orgasm after I’d condescended to brutally raping her.
Which was beautiful because it signified that Ellie’s debt was still growing. And that the whore was about to make a ‘minimum payment’ as I strapped her face up and spread-eagled atop a chrome surface table that was ideally suited for vulva punishment.
“Damn girl, your nipples look raw as hell. Guess that happened as I was efforting my second orgasm. No worries. I am though very sorry to say that you won’t be able to tease or cajole your way out of this little bit of amusement girl. Like I said…this ain’t Xavier’s. And even with your clothes off and your legs splayed this patron is more concerned with what you owe rather than how breathtaking you are. Toes pointed at the ceiling. Arch your back a bit. Eyes open. It’s wise to make a good - and submissive - first impression whore. Don’t make me the bad guy Ellie. ARCH YOUR BACK!!”
Prior to systematically torturing Ellen Cash for the first time in my cellar we spent some lovely quality time utilizing sundry means to freshen her vagina in terms of hygiene. Immediately after - as the helpless girl begged for mercy - I took the time to shave her inviting snatch clean of all pubic hair. Then I rearranged the restraints holding Ellie’s legs at her ankles to painfully - agonizingly - spread her sexy legs even wider.
“Aaaarrrrgggggghhhhhh! EE - uugggggghhhhhhhh!!”
I took my time. This bitch was so indebted to me.
“Fake breasts. Lying mouth. Nice ass. So! Ellie! How SHALL we induce pain onto this exquisite template? Hmmm? Tell me whore, what are you most afraid of? Ha ha! It’s sublime to hear you scream like that girl. Ha! Tell you what…let’s spend some time with the rim of this vaginal canal. Very tender…quite susceptible to searing heat. Sounds like a plan. Of course that means I’ll have to start in with anal sex a day or two before I’d planned. No worries. Hell…being fucked hard and deep up your worthless ass may in fact be thee most painful thing you endure while you’re down here kitten. It was for your sister. Let’s begin.”
“No! Please! Not that…pl-please! Oh, Kara…oh, God…please! I’m begging you s-sir! PLEASE! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please, no…PLEASE! Oh, Kara…please! NO! NO! I’ll do anything…pl-please! PLEASE! EE - aaaarrrrGGGGHHHHHH!!”
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Weeks later I left Ellie strung up by her wrists on a Tuesday afternoon. Serenaded by an audio loop of her older sister’s screams from a torture session three years ago. I was meeting my buddy Nate for a burger and a beer at Xavier’s Pub. The bistro had a new hostess I couldn’t help but show some interest in. Miranda Kemp habitually displayed batshit level cleavage on a consistent basis. And eleven months after my luncheon with my good mate Nathaniel she would become the third young attractive female to mysteriously disappear who had ties to the Downtown District.
By then Ellie had followed in her sibling’s footsteps all the way to Mexico City. Senor Dunbar’s prostitution ring. And all that that implies.
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“C’mon Miranda. A little higher. Show off your legs. That’s it…that’s better. Higher! Stretch those calf muscles. Great legs slut…there’s more to you than your whore’s tits Miranda. I SAID HIGHER BITCH! MOVE! Remember…you owe me girl. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. I wasn’t the one telling you to incur so much debt. Xavier’s is in your rear view mirror young lady. Time to pay the fiddler. This is what happens to stupid girls who refuse to cum when they’re raped. Well, ‘this’…AND what awaits down the hall. Kara and Ellie grew to dread the walk from here to the torture chamber. Those are Ellie’s stilettos you’re wearing girl. I got a feeling you’re going to look incredible atop a certain chrome-topped table I keep on hand for projects like you Miranda. I SAID SHOW OFF YOUR LEGS!”
