You can understand that when times are flush certain girls can get accelerated through the system. That’s what happened first to Stephanie Childs. And shortly thereafter to Alexandra Cobb. Because in the end remaining under my supervision for what turned out to be an abbreviated amount of time proved merciful for this pair of whores.
Opportunity is an irresistible siren. And twenty-five year old Tammy Grayson was accelerant personified.
When times are indeed flush you can spot of batch of prey in Daisy Dukes coupled with a revealing top knowing that inside of two short weeks - three at most - she can be helpless inside your cellar. And subjected to regular abuse. Which is precisely what I’m trying to confirm is what transpired with the body known as Tammy Grayson.
I selected the bitch - and almost immediately became bored with the thought of fucking Stephy or Allie - based upon Tammy’s continuous state of ‘sex hair’, cleavage and an inviting pair of sand wedges upon her dainty feet. When good lady Opportunity knocks upon your door you leap at the chance of wiping the smug smile off the pretty face of a confident, worthless female, I can tell you!
Let’s see…it merely cost me personally a barking shin that resulted from the tussle Tammy and I had inside her bedroom. The night she was abducted…which - by the way - was the first and last time Tammy ever saw her roommate Heather naked. But I digress. An aching lower leg and a slightly swollen lower lip was really all it cost yours truly to get the petite girl under wraps, silenced and transported to the best version of Hell any good strong Man could create for the suffering of a doomed female.
Flush times.
Partly by happy chance but primarily through solid staff work I had Stephy and Allie’s nude bodies strung up and waiting for the arrival of my newest project. This allowed me to make an almost immediate transition from the surreal detachment I’m sure Tammy felt within her new surroundings to a level of terror stricken disbelief prompted by the agonized screams of the two girls once I began torturing them. In Tammy’s presence.
All of a sudden my shin didn’t hurt so much anymore……
From the POV of the crippling hogtie that I had applied to Tammy’s perfect body clues were relayed from Master to Slave of how the soles of the bare feet of sex slaves - as well as their exposed nipples - were ideal sites for the application of excruciating pain. As evidenced by the barely disguised agony Tammy was sensing in my dangling, writhing and now blatantly obsolete playthings. It was while using a 1960s era, standard issue U.S. Army bayonet to slice away all the clothing from Tammy’s body (save for her brassiere) that I also implied that even deeper more substantive punishment might be administered very high up in between a useless whore’s legs.
It was then that Miss Feisty began to sob in an epic way! And that I felt like the beating I had laid onto Tammy inside her apartment and the lashes I had dealt across her Daisy Duke ass cheeks within my van were finally taking hold. It didn’t hurt that Stephy and Allie were pathetically attempting to outshriek one another in self centered efforts to gain my attention. The baseless hope that I might mitigate their torture and condescend to use them for anal sex or a particularly throaty blow job. Never amazes me how nude women in six-inch heels and such dire circumstances can go into such graphic detail of how they’ll use their ruined bodies to satisfy me…if only I’ll ‘please, please, please’ show mercy. Too late girls.
This barely went on for about an hour until I realized I could no longer hold off on my desire to initiate Tammy to the bed, bedroom and being ‘bedded’. It had been quite some time since her bestie Heather had cringed and suffered under the assault of my cock atop her own bed inside 1770 Dwight Circle. Apartment 11. As Tammy had watched and had listened with her friend’s panties taped inside her filthy mouth. I wasn’t gentle then.
And I wasn’t going to be gentle now.
So everything that day that led to this had sapped Tammy Grayson of all vitality. The fear. The senselessness of her roommate’s humiliation. Each and every constrictive binding that had been applied to her ankles, knees, wrists and arms. The torture she’d witnessed. My bayonet. And the realization that she was almost certainly never to leave this new place that seemed so well equipped for her torment.
As such it was more a haversack of bones and muscles that I heaved off the floor of my torture chamber. And carried over to a pre-selected Rape Room. Like I said, I left Tammy in her bra…for now. And despite the numbness in my ill-used lower lip (a crime for which poor Tammy was going to pay dearly for over the next several months) it was a joy to escort her body to perdition. I recall how her bare feet trailed behind along the cement floor. How her incredible breasts swam against the cups of her slutty brassiere once her gasps of dread took hold. How her hips and abdomen slumped into my grasp as all control was lost on her part to direct fate. Alone. Humiliated. Helpless.
Knowing that after she was raped that she’d be tortured. For sport.
“Good girl. All I insist upon is a solid year of service. Sex service. Maybe a little more than a year Tammy. The discipline will help you. That’s how those other two girls learned so well, so fast. Your turn now. Just a year or two slut…here, with me. You’ve got exquisite legs. It’s a shame about poor Heather. No worries. Now you’re here. You can keep the bra on for a bit longer Tammy. Up you go. On your back whore. EYES OPEN! Now…these ropes will just take a few minutes to apply. Bitches aren’t allowed the freedom of their hands during lovemaking for the first month or so. Yes…these knots ARE cinched tight. That’s half the fun whore! SHUT YOUR GODDAM MOUTH! SHOW OFF YOUR BODY! Now…if you’re wondering Tammy, ‘yes’…you WILL be getting it up the ass today. Damn you’ve got great legs. A little tighter, yes? I SAID QUIET!! YOU’RE PISSING ME OFF SLUT. Just…j-just…keep your gorgeous brown eyes wide, wide open girl and the next few years down here will fly by like it’s nobody’s business. That’s better. I like it when my victims cry……”
You can understand that when times are flush I can work through slaves incredibly quick. I admit that when this is the case the nuances of say, Stephy’s pale breasts or Allie’s bare feet or Heather’s desperate pleas for mercy can easily fall by the wayside. As I listened to every delicious note of Tammy’s wailing sobs as my erection - for the first time - split her asunder and confirmed her body as MY property I had no idea if good lady Opportunity would allow me to sufficiently delve into the suffering of Tammy Grayson.
Or if someone prettier, something more fresh, might catch my eye in a week or two.
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“It…it stops there?”
“No…actually there are separate addendums that detail this initial rape of Ms. Grayson extending into the next day as far as the following morning. Guy was a fuckin’ stallion.”
“But…but wait. The other two women. Uh…Childs, Stephanie…and, let me look…Alexandra Cobb? They…th-they just hung there, dangled there…the whole time he was raping and torturing Ms Grimes?”
“No…and ‘yes’. We suspect these two girls were ‘lowered’ from time to time - as it were - in order to keep them alive as well as partly conscious for further specific exercises in pain. Once he’d done what he wanted with them - remember, all of this in Tammy’s direct proximity - both Allie and Stephanie were presumably hauled back up, perhaps gagged, and forced to contemplate their fates. Like I’ve said…this guy was a piece of work!”
“Jesus Christ.”
“Anyway Division wants us to get this material to the lads in Taupin County. Reports of three missing women in as many weeks. Double checking….yup!…three females; two Hooters girls and a forty-six year old mother of three. If it’s related…well, our boy is experiencing a bonanza of sorts. Just keeps updating his base of operations. Brings his equipment and - I suspect - however many girls he currently has in stock to keep himself amused. All we get is his bloody memoirs……”
“Lieutenant…is…is th-this Miss Grayson?”
“Yup. In that image she’s twenty-five…but since her disappearance she’s turned twenty-six. If…well, if she’s still with us. I mean…you read the report on her roommate, right? This dude is a real effin’ pistol! Shit. Let’s go.”
Sergeant Jeremiah Kearney allowed his eyes to linger over the picture of the missing woman whose plight he had been assigned to evaluate only the day prior. Beyond attractive. A sexual being. The kind of female - the type of prey - only a confident sadist would stalk, acquire and punish. ‘JK’ as his team referred to him finally allowed the 8×11 to slip back onto the abandoned work station where the raiding officers had discovered the cursive styled notes of what was certainly a serial rapist. A sadist. A sexual being. Beyond redemption.
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“Sir…s-sir…if you like, if you untie my hands, I can take off my bra and panties for you. I know you like me in these heels. Allie had such good taste. Master…I…I th-think we’ll be happy here. Yourself sir…me…the other girls you’ve added…you…y-you have such g-good taste, my Master. Their torture WAS entertaining for you, w-wasn’t it sir? So…so if you’ll please, please just allow this miserable whore the privilege to undress for you and show off her nudity then perhaps…I mean…maybe…sir…maybe y-you’ll condescend to fuck me again Master. Please. I know you really, really like me in these heels sir. It’s not th-that I don’t enjoy being strung up by my wrists Master, but…stupid as I am I can’t help b-but feel I can be more useful to my Owner in his bed. Pretty please. Please look at my b-body sir……”
First rapes. Last rapes. They’re equally thrilling. But whereas initial rapes are a necessity so as to progress to more subtle tortures it’s the concluding rapes that truly define who I am. I liked knowing that Tammy suspected that I was certain my trio of new arrivals had complete precedence over her moving forward. I was again flush with slaves. And the youngest - the teenage bitch who was only into her first week at the Ridge Road Hooters when I acquired her - held the promise of sublime orgasms, ear splitting screams and a decided ‘presence’ before my vid equipment and lighting. First rapes and final rapes. Tammy Grayson was still painfully beautiful…but now all I could think about within my fresh digs was that MILF and her blue eyes. The cunt had a daughter in her early twenties…and my friends were aware. I had leverage on that worthless bitch.
“Quiet.”
Tammy shuddered and began to weep. One word answers from a Man such as me are very bad news. They betray the fact that my mind (and my fantasies) might be elsewhere. Which for Tammy was dire because her body was here, it was half naked and I had the power to administer punishment to it.
“Yes sir.”
She DID look exceptional in those heels. And as I rearranged the ropes and pulleys that kept Tammy’s exquisite body in restraint the combination of those six-inch heels and the bra in which she’d been kidnapped brought me back to the torture of Alexandra Cobb. And the screams of Stephanie Childs. Good times. Today would be even better.
“I said shut the fuck up whore.”
From simply being strung by her wrists I now had Tammy bent forward at the waist - her belly button HARD up against a horizontal bar that spanned the width of this newly unveiled Rape Room. A set of handcuffs had been mated with a leader line that allowed me to secure the sobbing female’s arms to a gripe in the floor about four feet away from her head. As her beautiful ‘sex hair’ cascaded this bondage forced my slave’s ass ever so much higher into the air. And allowed for Tammy’s stately legs to acquire an air of helpless inevitability as my victim pathetically balanced herself atop the humiliating stilettos. Propped thus it was actually uncomfortable for Tammy when I then slipped her panties down to about her knees and then prompted her to spread her legs wide apart with a lash from my bely across her ass.
“ASS IN THE AIR! LEGS APART! STOP SNIVELING BITCH! This is what you wanted. I’m going to rape you. Except what happens next you are definitely NOT going to enjoy. EYES OPEN!!”
Farewell rapes. With Tammy bent forward - wrists and (now) ankles secured painfully tight - and the Man who’d abducted her worthless body getting set to enter her aching vagina from behind. For like the hundredth time. I could sense more than see Tammy’s perfect breasts (barely contained by the dark blue bra I always secretly adored) begin to rock and then sway from side to side as thee most forcible fuck strokes I could possibly conjure elicited moans of agony from my victim. Her panties were still at her knees but stretched to their breaking point by the splay of her legs. The bar at her abdomen must be hurting like hell. Must be. Because Tammy began screaming a full six minutes before I even began to think about cumming inside her. It was only when I heard the clattering of her heels against the concrete of the floor - as her body spasmed in agony - that I brought Tammy up to date.
“I’m keeping the pair of young girls as sex slaves. Here. I’ve already started keeping a set of notes on the whores…just like I did with you Tammy. You…ah, fuck that’s nice!…y-you and the MILF won’t have it so pleasant though. We start tonight…me, you and Mrs. Litchfield. ASS IN THE AIR WHORE! HIGHER! Now…yes, that’s sweet…rotate your hips a bit…there…more…faster Tammy…that’s a good girl…fuck, that IS nice! I know you’re frightened…so…so…f-fuck you’re such a good lay!…so I w-want to assure you that the young gals will keep me smiling for months to come. I knew you’d want to hear that Tammy girl. And you can be certain I’ll enjoy every second and every ounce of the torture I have planned for you starting tonight. EYES OPEN SLUT! SHIMMY THOSE TITS FOR MASTER!! It’ll be sublime to have the MILF on hand for context…once the heavy returns start rolling in. I’m concerned you m-may lose your v-voice halfway through Tammy. From the shrieking. Before I even get your labium properly sutured. No worries. Litchfield has the breasts and nipples to carry the load once you exhaust your possibilities atop the Chrome Surface young Tammy. Gawd…th-that feels SO good slut! Move your hips…nice…nice!…NICE!……oh sweet hell I am gonna’ relish torturing you whore! Fuck! FUCK! Ah, jeeezus…JEEEEZUS! Fuck right, fuck right, FUCK YEAH!! Nice!! Oh, God…so n-nice. NOBODY SAID YOU COULD RELAX! FEET ON THE FLOOR! SHOULDERS BACK SLUT! YOU GOTTA’ LOOK GOOD ON YOUR LAST DAY TAMMY!!”
In a corner (nude and distressed from the most agonizing hogtie her kidnapper could apply) forty-six year old Karen Litchfield heard every word. Bore witness to the concluding chapter of Tamara Grayson. In her heart the mother of three hoped against hope that her own daughters were safe. The fetching brunette was already locked against her will inside a mindset that demanded she do whatever she could with her own body to cajole the Man who now owned her to concentrate his passion against HER breasts and HER nipples and HER vagina and HER anus.
“Funny that” I said as I wiped my cock clean of Tammy’s juices with her own hair. I reached underneath the torso of my trembling (and still splayed) victim and cut away the straps of a bra that Tammy would no longer need. Then reveled in the sight of those perfect breasts swelling towards the floor of the torture chamber. “Hilarious. I do believe in looking at her that ol’ Mrs. Karen Litchfield actually believes if she writhes enough and screams sufficiently that my friends won’t gather up her three girls. Funny that. Well ladies…shall we start?”
