There was something in the way her head bent downwards as Lana was escorted to the cellar that pleased her Controller. Those downcast brown eyes as the stairwells (plural) descended to areas of his prison set apart for entertainment, amusement and punishment. Those cramped shoulders that belied a cavernous depth of trepidation that only the victims of sexual slavery could ever attempt to describe.
In many ways for the Controller it was merely another ‘day at the office’. But since for his tanned twenty-eight year old captive it was her very first time being half naked, hands being bound up tightly behind her back and sexy legs carrying her pampered body down, down, down into misery, that well…this was Christmas morning in May!
A fresh project.
The sadist was confident that Lana could negotiate the lengthy transit without mishap because a) her bare feet were better suited for the dimly lit stairs than the four-inch heels she’d been forced to leave behind inside the van as well as b) the line that he’d looped beneath the whore’s armpits and the complimentary leash encircling her throat gave him full control of Lana’s body.
There was no chance of Lana Hernandez slipping and falling. At least not on the stairs that led to her new Owner’s torture chambers. The fact that the sensual beauty had already ‘tumbled’ into misfortune was - to the Controller’s eyes - her own damn fault.
A fresh object.
As the pair turned one particularly tight subterranean corner the Controller beamed with satisfaction at Lana’s trembling form. Since the brunette was topless her breasts had the capacity to sway. Since the slut was barefoot she exuded vulnerability. Since Lana was not gagged she was pleading for mercy.
“I…I was g-good, sir…in…in the v-van. Yes? Please. Please sir…we…we don’t have to do th-this. PLEASE! Where are we going…oh, God…where are y-you taking me s-sir? PLEASE! I was a good girl up in the van. I…I was submissive to you sir. PLEASE! Where the fuck are you taking me? PLEASE SPEAK TO ME SIR! Oh, Jesus please don’t hurt me any more than you already have. PLEASE! Sir…sir…I’ll do whatever you want. I promise! PLEASE! Oh, God…not th-this!”
They had one final landing to attain and then the Controller could be confident that Lana Hernandez would never see her home again. Adjacent to the hitching post that he’d secured the whore so that he could unlock a penultimate security door was a supply of fairly clean cloth diapers. With access accomplished the Controller utilized one of these diapers as a gag by stuffing the rag forcefully between the jaws of his (now)struggling and (still) wide-eyed victim.
“NO! PLEASE! UU - aagghh! Muuugghh. Maa - aagggghhhhhh!”
Silenced, the pretty girl was hoisted uncomfortably onto the tips of her toes via the leash lines that compromised her torso, neck and shoulders. Squirming in agony, Lana unknowingly afforded her rapist a fine display of her naked breasts and bare feet as she foolishly resisted the inevitable. Her howls of pain stifled by the humiliating gag, the brunette wearily efforted gaining control of her luscious body. Lana was afraid of the Controller’s whip. She was deathly afraid that if she fucked up again - like she had inside the van - the soles of her aching feet might be brutalized yet again with the lash.
“That’s it. Quiet down slut. Now…we have one last set of stairs. And then one final door. You’re doing fine Lana girl. It’s a simple process…even for a cunt like you. But, mind…any further lip out of you WHEN and IF that diaper comes out of your filthy mouth and it won’t be just your feet that’ll get whipped raw. With nipples like yours whore I’d have a care to keep my mouth shut and my legs wide apart. Are we clear young lady?”
Lana nodded vehemently. She swallowed what little remained of her dignity and submitted to her Controller’s tactics and intent. She’d already been raped. And was now sensing that something she couldn’t name - something as revolting as slavery and captivity - was staring her straight in the face. Gratefully she maintained eye contact with her kidnapper once the Controller finally allowed her feet to fully contact the floor beneath her. And without fully realizing it Lana imperceptibly cast her body in a welcoming pose for the Man who now owned it. Aghast at her own duplicity in the crime overtaking her freedom, Lana was glad she was topless. In this way she was confident she could gain and hold her tormentor’s attention.
After months of planning, weeks of stalking and a grueling day of risking his neck the Controller at last led Lana Delores Hernandez inside her new home. And immediately strung her up in a crippling strappado next to Lisa Geller. The blonde was nude…she’d been servicing the Controller for almost two months now. For Lisa it’d be pleasant to have a rookie aboard.
To make mistakes.
Just as if he were decompressing after a long stint in the coal mines the Controller stripped off his clothing directly in front of the two females he now possessed. Then he locked the door - that LAST door - which imprisoned Lisa and Ms. Hernandez. As he made his way over to where the blonde was helplessly dangling the sadist began fondling Lisa’s breasts. The very same breasts he’d come to know so well in the preceding eight weeks. Then Lisa spoke. Lisa spoke with the full knowledge that as agonizing as Lana’s restraints were she’d have no difficulty in hearing (and comprehending) what she said.
“Master…will you start by raping me? Or do you plan on torturing this new girl right away? I remember MY first day Master. So shall I beg you to fuck me immediately or do you desire that I first witness this pathetic girl writhe in agony next to me? I await your decision sir. I serve you alone. With my body. I am proud to be your property Master. These breasts belong to you…”
As Lana began to sob uncontrollably the Controller unfastened the tethers that secured Lisa’s fine arms, legs and hips. And actually carried the blonde in his arms honeymoon style to the mattress in a far corner of the chamber. He spent just short of two hours enjoying the sex slave he’d trained so well and maintained so expertly. Lisa experienced two orgasms…then the Controller climaxed himself. Playing the part of a good girl Lisa offered her thanks in having been slapped only three times during the entire grueling session.
Finally the Controller had Lisa (naked and flushed) seat herself in a straight-back chair. Facing Lana. So that Lisa’s wrists, elbows, hamstrings and ankles could be painfully bound up in leather thongs. So that the blonde had a ringside seat.
The show was about to begin. Lana had to learn - like Lisa already had - that being repeatedly raped was far from the worse thing a Controller could do with a pretty girl. So when Lisa was in place and the stage was set the Controller approached Lana’s helpless body. He had a short lash in his powerful right hand and a smile upon his handsome face. Despite the excruciating pain of her bindings the doomed brunette began to frantically struggle. And with the sharp retort of the whip impacting upon Lana’s left instep Lisa began to weep herself. Lisa knew from experience that - for poor Lana - THIS was the easy part. Their Controller tickled with the lash.
This was because he possessed much darker methods and more sinister implements to truly impress Lana with. Later. Tomorrow. The next few days. But for the present it was going to be a long night for the rookie. Lisa kept her beautiful blue eyes wide open, licked her lips and reminded herself to casually offer oral sex to the Controller once he’d decided to take his first break from this obligatory torture of Lana’s fine body. The lash flicked a few more times.
“MU - uugghh! Maarrgghh! MU - UUGGHHHH!! MAA - AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!”
