The bare fact of the matter was that the Controller kept Erin fully clothed a great deal longer than most of the unfortunate females he collected up for sex slavery. And the reasons for this were simple: flattering blue jeans, a close fitting top and the allure of a wholly probable matching set of bra and panties beneath.
The whore was barefoot however. And Erin’s kidnapper DID experience a boatload of pleasure in slapping her around and whipping her flanks with a length of specially prepped vinyl coving. Despite the fact that Erin Carr’s exquisite body had yet to be displayed, photographed and fucked.
All that…plus the fact that the Controller - for reasons to be divulged later - possessed limitless leverage over the twenty-six year old. Meaning Erin’s gainful employment in providing oral sex to her tormentor was blissful and unquestioned.
Woe unto the slut who has a younger sister that the Controller fancies.
Well into her third day of captivity Erin stumbled blindly into a pit of misery especially prepared for her enticing body. Staggering under the mental abuse and physical beatings that only an accomplished Controller could foist upon an entity as lovely as Erin still was.
Her kidnapper reminded the tall, brown-haired beauty that the time was fast approaching when she would be required to strip naked. And accept her status as a Nothing. The Controller smiled as his victim sobbed at the incomprehensible thought of slavery and sex torture. It pleased him how Erin’s concealed bosom would swell with deepening gasps of fear…how her denim wrapped legs would tremble violently at the mere thought of what lay ahead for her own vagina, nipples and anus.
So after a debilitating blow job that seemed to rasp the entire length of Erin’s spent throat the actual unveiling of her worthless body ended up as an act of consummate brutality. The Controller spared no mercy in the application of his whip to prompt young Erin to strip naked in a certain way, at a certain speed and with an eye to maintaining her fetching profile well within the frame of the witnessing cameras.
The blue jeans, the slutty top, and what ended up being a very nice set of parchment bra n’ panties ended up in a pile in the corner. Within one of the Controller’s most sinister rape rooms. Only then did the torturer partake of the evidence his lash had left upon Erin’s long legs and flat belly. Not enough to mar her beauty…but more than sufficient to give the slut a veneer of discipline and conditioning that would augment her shame during the rapes ahead.
“Good girl. Now…unless you ardently desire that I also stripe this whip across your nipples I suggest you get on that bed. Right now. It’s time. ON YOUR BACK! LEGS APART! Shut…your filthy…fucking…mouth. Happy Hour is over whore…now we can determine if you’re to be used for sex…or torture. EYES OPEN! I SAID SPREAD YOUR LEGS BITCH!!”
He’d waited long enough. And now that the Controller could revel in Erin’s bare legs and naked breasts - whilst his cock pounded and ruined a cunt that was destined to serve - all was well below 2112 Division Street. It would get even better once Ms. Carr’s younger sister was added to the mix. Already the Controller had plans to debut Sarah to Erin in a state of complete nudity. No need to prolong the suspense with that whore. He wanted the sisters to suffer and he wanted to ensure that they watched each other suffer.
With their clothes off.
