It wasn’t all that long ago she was a fighter. After all her admirer still sported the purplish bruise above his left eye that he’d acquired the day he acquired Amber.
It wasn’t very much in the past that she’d kick or scratch or claw or snarl. After all the man who remained obsessed with her still opted for restraint when being unrestrained with Amber.
In a nutshell she’d been snatched on impulse. With a minimum of recon. And found to be a bobcat with knives for elbows and hammers for knees. It wasn’t all that long ago that Amber presented challenges to her host. But that was then.
This…is now.
**
Today Amber is neither fighting nor fleeing. The thirty-two year old brunette with the green eyes and full breasts is content to be breathing and glad to be nude. Amber Sloan-Hicks has convinced herself she’s done with the beatings and the deprivation of sleep and the jet of ice cold water nozzled into her naked flesh thrice a day.
It was barely a week ago that she took satisfaction in the allure of her body. Its exhibition in public. Barely seven days ago when Amber thought of her body as her own.
Today Amber is not considering fighting. Has no illusions as to fleeing. The brunette with the perfect breasts and sexy legs is content to be nude in the presence of the man who now owns her. And submits almost eagerly to having her image taken and archived by that same man’s cameras and video gear.
It wasn’t all that long ago she thought of a ‘submission’ as a noun. As ‘submit’ in terms of choosing an icon. Of ‘submissive’ as being a thing other females built a fetish upon.
That was then. But pretty little Amber was caught in the Here and Now.
**
“Yes sir. Yes m-my master. That…that will be exactly as y-you demand sir.”
She was content to be fully naked again. Amber had learned that being seductive in these environs meant her kidnapper could ‘rediscover’ the appeal of her body. Which invariably involved him raping her yet again. Which (usually) lessened the severity of any planned discipline upon her person afterwards.
“Sir…master…m-may I please show off my legs for you? I…I want you to be happy with your personal whore.”
It sounds insane to be put into words but the thirty-two year old was glad to be strung up by her arms again. Dangling from the ceiling of a torture chamber in such a manner that only the balls of Amber’s bare feet made contact with the cement floor. It was in such displays that Amber realized her Controller was most enthralled with her helplessness and shame. And most apt to fuck her again. Rather than hurt her for the sake of hurting her.
“Sir…do I have your permission to arch my back as best I c-can? This slut wants with all her heart that the pics you’re taking of her w-worthless body will meet Master’s standards…”
The ache in her shoulders was ALMOST bearable to Amber. The crippling throbs of agony in her lower back NOTHING like the pain her kidnapper could administer in more intimate ways if her degrading attempts at submission failed to please him. Being strung up nude for a Controller is a compliment, she reminded herself time after time as she dangled like an ornament.
“Yes…y-yes sir……the bed does look comfortable. Uugghh! I…I merely hope th-that this slut is up to the task of amusing her kind Master today. Nu - uugghh! Yes sir! Please…is it time sir?”
It wasn’t that long ago - up above in the Real World - that Amber was completely oblivious to the sublime connection between Pain and Mercy. Betwixt the antipodes of Humiliation and Survival. Just one short week of sex slavery had demonstrated to Amber that her body was integral to the Controller’s well being. And that THAT body no longer even remotely belonged to her.
Fight? Flee? These were concepts that had zero relevance Belowstairs.
“AA - uugghh! YES! Y-yes sir…I do like having your hands on my breasts. UU - aarrgghh! It’s an honor to be displayed like th-this for y-you Master! YES! EE - aarrgghhhh! Master…please use and f-fuck and rape this worthless whore! PLEASE! Uu - uugghhhhhh!!”
**
In a way it was the easiest thing in the world to do. To be raped.
With her wrists uncomfortably tied up behind her back Amber sought to ease the weight of her Controller atop her own body. His lance was deep, deep inside of her…probing smartly at her femininity. Digging into Amber and causing the narrow bed they shared to whinge. Like a good girl the exquisite brunette stroked her pelvis upwards at the Controller’s erection even as her lips and tongue paid homage to the nape of his neck.
“Please sir…pl-please squeeze my titties hard as you fuck me. I’m…sir…s-sir…I’m just here so that you can have a g-good time.”
In the transition from being strung up to being raped upon her back Amber had been obliged to don a pair of stilettos that her admirer favored upon her feet. As the shame of the attack mounted the thirty-two year old ensured that both her sexy legs AND her well manicured toes pointed in the right direction. The Controller was quite exacting in having his victims properly employ their bodies in service to his appetites.
“Uu - aagghh! Yes. YES! Yes my Master…it’s proper that my whore’s body should offer you pleasure. AA - uugghh! Fuck me sir. Fuck me k-kind Master! EE - aarrgggghhhh!!”
For today at least, it wasn’t anal. Amber demonstrated her appreciation for this small mercy to her torturer by coyly caressing the Controller’s face as his own orgasm began to swell, blossom and explode. Amber demonstrated her Place and Purpose by talking about her body as the man who owned it drove his passion and anger to the hilt.
“Loving s-sir…are my nipples firm enough for your teeth? I…I have my worthless legs splayed as wide apart as I can atop this mattress sir…I…I…hope y-you’re enjoying yourself Master. Fuck your accommodating whore sir. PLEASE! I’m…I’m useless without you sir. EE - aarrgghhhh!!”
As always the jolt of her rapist’s cum startled Amber as she writhed in misery atop the bed. Words like acid, electricity, corrosion and garbage leapt to her mind as the Controller’s mark tainted Amber’s sexuality forever. She half succeeded in ignoring the blinding pain in her ample breasts as the Controller’s molars added their usual coda to the assault.
“Mu - uugghh! EEEE - aarrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!!”
In a way it was indeed THEE easiest thing in the world to do. To be violently raped. For Amber the trick was to avoid being tortured straightaway.
“Thank…th-thank you for fucking me Master. You c-can do whatever you want with me.”
**
It wasn’t that long ago the Controller focused his sadistic efforts on Amber Sloan-Hicks twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But with the arrival of the twins a mere week after their eighteenth birthdays - blonde haired, blue eyed Shannon and Colleen Walton - it became quite apparent that Amber would be allowed a bit of down time within TheP.o.R.T.
That was the good news.
The bad news was that the Controller began prepping and using Amber exclusively for anal sex.
“Eyes open slut! I want more sway in those breasts as I split you apart girlie! ASS IN THE AIR WHORE! I deserve to have a good time Amber…so ignore the pain and swivel that ass onto my cock. NOW! Shut…the fuck…up! You can plead for mercy later. When I’m biting those tits!”
By his own criteria the Controller knew that Amber (now thirty-three) was too old to sell into prostitution. Yet was also MUCH too pretty (and FAR too accomplished in bed) to flay alive for entertainment purposes. So - just as Baldrick had - he came up with a cunning plan…
“That’s better girl. I expect to see those breasts shimmying with every fuck stroke. Believe me, I know it hurts Amber slut…but you gotta’ admit that this is nothing like what poor Shannon experienced yesterday! Ha! Those two gals are going to be very profitable prostitutes. Pardon my alliteration. I SAID KEEP YOUR ASS IN THE AIR. I don’t care if you’re tired. Or sore. Or cold. EYES OPEN SLUT! Haven’t you learned anything in thirteen months? ARCH YOUR BACK!!”
Yes. A very cunning plan. Which, for a Controller, translated to the blunt force approach.
“Ha! I’m not cumming for another ten or fifteen minutes girlie. So buckle in and strap on for a lovely long ride Amber. STOP SOBBING UNLESS I GIVE YOU PERMISSION WHORE!!”
With Amber underfoot the Controller could force her to witness the various tortures planned for Colleen’s nipples and Shannon’s feet and ass cheeks. Then - like a ‘gentleman’ - the sadist could wean Amber off anal rape and properly train her to submit to months of continued, acceptable service as his mouth slave. Ala face rape. Via various humiliations involving his sperm. Truth be told Amber’s dreary captivity thus far had concentrated upon her vagina, her anus and her breasts. But given her relatively advanced age, her facial beauty and her well developed sense of submission the Controller was sure that Amber would beg for the privilege of kneeling before his cock with her filthy mouth wide open just as wonderfully as some fresh twenty-something to be added later.
“Does your ass hurt? Does your sweet little ass hurt whore. I ASKED IF YOUR WORTHLESS ASS IS IN PAIN AMBER!! Good! Now shut the fuck up and keep those pretty eyes wide open……”
It was fine for the Controller to ride his slave’s anus for what seemed to his victim to be hours on end. Using that beautiful long hair as a set of punishing reins to control Amber’s nude (and spent) body. But our hero was already thinking ahead. Of the satisfaction in a near suffocation of Amber’s lungs as his cock might delve down, down her throat from above. Absolutely raping the brunette’s pretty face once she’d been spread-eagled upon her back atop a wide mattress inside the torture annex.
“Keep your feet and legs exactly the way I want them whore! MOVE!!!!”
Yes. That was the future. A second year of misery for Amber in the basement. And a lifetime of abject servitude for the Walton twins within an as of yet undetermined locale that was sure to be described as inhospitable even by the rodents that prospered therein.
You know, it wasn’t that long ago that the three females being tortured beneath 2112 Division Street believed their lives to be golden. Stupid whores. Someone should have whispered into their ears that their bodies existed solely for the amusement of of Men. As well as a sadist like the Controller who knew exactly what to do with those very same naked bodies.
