In what passed for a library in the deepest bowels of his lair the Controller savored his one and only tumbler of gin for the evening. He wanted to keep his wits about him, you see. Renovation complete, the sadist could not have been more pleased with the newly applied aesthetic of his sex prison. ‘Ambiance and Hopelessness’ was what the Controller called it.
Like each and every room - each and every chamber - of his dungeon the Study contained a bed. A bed with hitching posts at each corner as well as centered along the edges of the top and bottom frames. There was also a cage. And within that cage (as usual) was a girl. Naked, sobbing and already petrified with fear due to both the whipping she’d received from the Controller’s hand and the surreal portraits she’d witnessed during her parade Belowstairs.
Before raping his new slave the Controller did want to accomplish one final task related to the contributions of Karim Christian Aboah. What were once a tall pile of stills, sketches, preliminary etchings and 8×10s of the victims now featured along the walls of The.P.o.R.T. had been reduced by himself to a few last additions. A few final physical images to tie in the various aspects of the collage that the Controller had gone about cloaking the entire east wall of his Library with. Females under violent duress. Women captured in the humiliating act of kneeling. Victims subjected to torture and their likenesses captured for all of eternity.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they? I think they’re a lot like you Sarah.”
The petite blonde whose bare feet, vanilla flanks and perfect butt cheeks still ached from her kidnapper’s beating avoided making eye contact as she whimpered ‘Yes sir’. To the man who would afford her NO mercy between this moment and the time when it might be determined she also deserved a visa for transit to Caracas. But that was in the future…
“Damn straight. And, mind you, you deserve to be treated in exactly the same fashion whore. That…is why you are here Sarah Bell. STAND UP STRAIGHT! Hands behind your neck…lace our fingers together. Tits out! SHOW OFF YOUR LEGS SLUT!!”
The waif jumped in fear, choked back her sobs and obeyed her new Owner to the letter. In essence offering up her nude body for his inspection, approval, use AND judgement.
With his back to the caged twenty-one year old the Controller reminded himself of how the contrast of color photography with the black-and-white…how the scribbles on parchment paper augmented the more refined renderings in oil…truly represented the torment of the very unfortunate ladies who’d preceded Sarah to this place. There were only two or three more images to apply to the wall. The Controller gulped down the last of his gin and with thoughts of how painful he could make rape seem to the helpless girl inside his cage went about finishing up his collage. His private mural. His testament to torture.
“On your toes. Higher! I hope you’re better in bed than you are in taking a beating whore.”
Sarah could not be more ashamed of the pose her naked body was forced to undertake. Could not be more terrified of what this man’s cock might do to her vagina. Or worse.
“I’m going to do everything with you Sarah girl……”
The Controller meant to accomplish what he said to his newest victim…about ‘doing everything’ with her, her body and her mind. But completion can only come about once there’s been a beginning. And as far as the Controller was concerned the whipping he’d administered to Sarah two levels above hardly constituted a proper ‘beginning’.
His gin gone and his artistic task sufficiently managed the Controller entered the cage that Sarah was displaying herself in. Given a curt order the forsaken girl obediently put her hands behind her back and ‘allowed’ the man who admired her body so much to very painfully bind up her arms at both the wrists and the elbows. From there twas a very short walk to the bed where the Controller had designs to punish the sexy-legged and amply-breasted blonde with his penis.
“Please…it…it hurts s-sir.”
Sarah was foolishly complaining about the knots being applied to her ankles that would keep her willowy pins splayed FAR apart. Once they’d been cruelly secured to hitching posts at both corners of the lower bed frame. Upon her back the young girl forced herself to be as small and as quiet and as unassuming as possible in her Controller’s domineering presence. Despite how the arm bindings gnawed at her spine and how the leg ropes bit at her ankles.
“What did you mumble whore?”
“Sir…n-nothing. Nothing sir…I’ll be good. Please don’t whip me again s-sir.”
These were excellent rapes. These first ones down, down here in the very lowest ebb of the Belowstairs. With a petite blonde trying to learn how to adjust both her hips and her rapist’s body weight in the forlorn hope of easing the agony of cock, cum and shame. Wonderful rapes. Pounding at the slut’s pussy and installing discipline (‘Eyes open! Grind your cunt! I said eyes open!’) via the use of incisors upon the shuddering girl’s pink nipples.
“Yes sir! Yes…uuggh, y-yes sir! I…I like it sir…I…I d-deserve this master. Uugghhhh!!”
The renovation was complete. He had Sarah to reward himself for all the helter skelter of accomodating Aboah. And all those clumsy wenches who failed in the simple task of either standing properly in the light or refraining from weeping as they were portrayed were ALL being attended to within South American brothels. Whorehouses that weren’t nearly as much a paradise as poor Sarah was meant to occupy for the next several months.
“Please! It hurts sir! PLEASE! No…not my breasts! PLEASE!! EE - maaaarrrrgghh!!”
His orgasm nigh the Controller shushed his Sarah and kindly informed the squirming wretch beneath him that if her skills did not improve significantly within, say…‘an hour or less’… her virgin anus could very well soon lift her thoughts away from the agony her nipples were currently experiencing.
“Oh, God…y-yes sir. Oh, please master…please show mercy. Ohhhh…please! UU - uughh! UU - uugghh!! Maagghh - aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhh!!”
The Library was complete. Mural? Check! Whore naked and in pain? Check! Definite plans for torture of said whore? Double check, CHECK!!
“Don’t fret girl…it gets better if you cooperate. I can be reasonable Sarah. Now…arch your back as best you can with your arms crippled and your exquisite legs so far apart. A little more sweetie…just a little more. GOOD GIRL! You have very pretty breasts. I mean, who knows…someday maybe a random Kenyan might paint a picture of YOU onto one of these walls! I SAID EYES OPEN BITCH!”
