A funny thing happened along the way to Caracas…
The Controller had spent four days and four nights with Lorraine and Sara and, frankly…could NOT have been happier. Mainly because Sara - blonde, petite, modest breasts, brown eyes - had transformed herself in bed from an Object that the Controller considered a throwaway to an essential piece of ass. Someone (and something) that the sadist regularly looked forward to when he was otherwise in the process of tormenting Lorraine.
These thing happen in a Belowstairs.
“Up. Up…up. Grind with your hips Sara. That’s it. Good girl. Isn’t it nice having a real man inside your pussy…?”
Sara’s secret - the Controller confided to absolutely no one - was her ability to accommodate his lust with her rectum. The nineteen year old seemed ‘willing’ to offer herself up in this manner in a way that had become drab for the Controller with ‘Lori’.
Good news for the blonde. Worst possible scenario for Lorraine Brewer.
“You may cum later Sara. Right now concentrate on me. I’m going to lick your nipples a bit - but believe me - you won’t experience even a fraction of relief from the pounding that my cock is administering to your vagina. You’re a very fortunate young lady Sara…”
Despite the barkeep-slash-stripper’s proficiency with her anus the Controller adored using his slave in a traditional Missionary position more and more often. It was the shame in Sara’s eyes and her seeming eagerness in kissing and caressing his face during the extended rapes that warmed the Controller’s heart to this…the younger of his two victims. Plus the blonde was more adept at ignoring the pain caused by the bindings that pinned her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows during rough sex.
“Legs wider apart. Focus on what I deserve whore. Remember…I used the needle-nose pliers on Lorraine’s vulva and not yours. I may give you permission to cum later. Right now you keep your toes pointed straight up at the ceiling and your pretty eyes wide open. I thought I told you to grind your hips slut! Last warning……”
Sara checked that her admittedly pretty bare feet were EXACTLY as her torturer desired. And redoubled the upwards effort of her pussy against the Controller’s erection despite the aching exhaustion within her own hips and hamstrings. Her shame in actually achieving an orgasm during three or four of her previous rapes weighed heavily upon the girl who whimpered more than sobbed whenever her appealing body was abused. But her humiliation at such times seemed to ‘reach’ her Controller…and Sara was almost proud that on the occasion when she did cum (strictly after having been granted permission) her rapist reveled in watching her face very closely at the moment of orgasm. And later…when the pair would recap the assault and the Controller would wax eloquent over the manner in which Sara’s legs convulsed and her back arched…there almost seemed to be a whisper of respect in the Controller’s hard demanding gaze.
“That’s better. I’m close…think about the necessity of pleasing ME whore! Good girl! Jesus God, but you ARE such a very, very good girl! FUCK! Jeeeesus……!!”
As her Owner and Master frenzied inside of her Sara hazarded a glance in Lorraine’s direction. The suffocating dildo gag was still in place. A matter not helped by the positioning of the brunette’s nude body. The Controller’s strappado expertise had contorted Lorraine’s arms agonizingly behind her back…yanked cruelly towards the ceiling by a system of rope bindings and pulleys…bent forward (and DOWN) at the waist with her mangled ass cheeks high up in the air…and her incredibly sexy legs splayed obscenely far apart. Sobbing hysterically.
“Yes, my Master. This is for you! I…I’m just here so th-that you can feel good sir. My legs and feet are just as you ordered s-sir. Thank…th-thank you for raping me again, my Owner. This worthless body belongs utterly to you sir. EE - uugggghhhhhh!”
Sara’s degrading admission of submissiveness was cut short by the pressure her rapist’s canines were applying to first one - then both of her nipples……
“PLEASE! Maarrgghh! AA - EEaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!”
It was clear to the blonde crushed underneath the weight of the Man who’d just defiled her that (though she’d been wise to offer up her thanks for being raped) it was time to keep her filthy mouth shut so that her Controller could decompress.
“Thank y-you…th-thank you kindly…my Lord and Owner.”
Day Four was bleeding into Day Five and Sara was quite sure of the protocols. She’d be allowed to bathe. Then a ‘luncheon’ of hot, wholesome food…a pair of cigarettes for her vice…hydration…and then a most humiliating hour spent adjusting her makeup and deciding which high heels would please the Controller best. Lorraine would be tortured, of course. Not for the first time, you can be sure. And Sara would (upon kneeling before her tormentor and casting her pretty brown eyes downward) offer her ass to the Controller so that he might see that even she had a bit of value from time to time.
Needle nose pliers have a way of motivating helpless girls to amuse their Controller at all costs.
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As Day Eight dawned Lorraine was shrieking in agony atop the horizontal surface of a chrome topped table. Which was inconsiderate because it made it difficult for the Controller to converse with his newly arrived guest.
“Tell Perez that she’ll need to be limited for the first six weeks or so to oral and anal sex. Her pussy’s taken quite the beating down here, but…a few eggs must be broken to bake a cake.”
Jorge smiled at his business partner’s deliberate use of quaint language and mentally tallied up the future earnings the naked, writhing body atop the torture table would reel in. Once Lorraine accepted that Panama City was to be her ‘home’ for the next seven years.
“Si. No problem.”
From her perch no more than six feet away Sara kept her eyes open and her mouth shut. It wasn’t overly painful (she lied to herself) being strung up like this with her arms pulled up over her head. And with an incredibly tight line of nylon rope encircling and pinning her knees together. As she dangled helplessly.
What was surreal though to the petite blonde was the exceptional shame she felt at being displayed fully dressed in front of the Controller’s ally. She’d earlier been ordered and had applied herself to donning all the clothing she’d been wearing the night she was abducted and tossed inside the back of her new Owner’s van along with Lorraine. An age ago. Jeans. Hoodie. Running shoes and socks. Even her mismatched brassiere and panties.
Lorraine was due for transit…and she was stark naked. Sara was remaining within TheP.o.R.T. And she had on more clothes at this moment than she had had for quite a spell.
For not the first time Jorge glanced away from the scene of Lorraine’s perfect body bouncing frantically in pain (seductively in agony) atop the Table and took in the sight of Sara.
“Amigo…you have excellent taste. That blonde there. Exquisite senor…”
The Controller was enmeshed in completing a final set of excruciating torments to Lorraine’s body before the brunette shouldered her new career opportunities as a prostitute. One last pinching clip placed upon a labia petal…one final dig with the police baton up her spent cunt.
“Her? A prize. Great tits…and the perfect ass. Not for sale. Help me with these restraints lad. Buh bye Lori! It’s been real! Fucking tramp……”
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Two hours later Sara was still dangling from the ceiling - her shod feet mercifully allowed to reach the floor - when the Controller reentered the chamber sans Lorraine and sans Jorge. Without so much as an insult or a slap across the face the sadist navigated his hands beneath the fabric of the blonde’s hoodie and traced the seams of his victim’s bra.
“Tomorrow you get a new roommate slut. Someone twice your age! Right up my alley, get it? Ha! Her name’s Elise. And the two of you are going to be very, very close friends.”
Sara whimpered as her rapist lowered her aching body from it’s humiliating perch and then carried her to an adjacent closet barely big enough to contain the bed within. Ordered onto her face and belly Sara wept as the clothes she’d been wearing were VERY slowly, VERY methodically removed from her excellent young body. Four hours later and neither the Controller or Sara had exited.
She was raped, of course. The Controller hadn’t lied when he described Sara’s ass as being ‘perfect’ to Jorge. The sadist was so very content with his prospects that he reminded Sara often during her sexual ordeal that Elise was going to be great fun. Until at one point the Controller said something else…in a cold voice that betrayed no mercy.
“Girl…swivel your hips. Don’t make me angry whore! Lori is gone. And you’re still here girl. Truth is, Lori’s the lucky one Sara. You and Elise are in for a nightmare. I SAID GRIND YOUR PUSSY SLUT! NOW! HARDER! Your sweet little anus would have been entirely wasted in Panama City. EYES OPEN!! Stop whimpering…jeez, the real torture doesn’t start until Elise arrives. Might as well enjoy this as much as you can Sara girl. GRIND YOUR GODDAM HIPS SLUT!! Make me cum…then you get the privilege of offering up that ass again whore. Happy? Hmmm? Funny things DO happen on the way to Central America. But you get to remain here Sara. Here! Where I can keep an eye on you. ARCH YOUR FUCKING BACK WHEN I RAPE YOUR WORTHLESS BODY!! DON’T MAKE ME ANGRY WHORE!”
