In the three days that they’d been imprisoned the Controller kept Mia and Janey physically separated. This was due to the fact that every statement made to the two helpless women was an out-n-out lie. And said lies were fashioned in such a way as to pit Mia and Janey in a degrading competition as to which female was the Controller’s favored plaything in bed.
Because in the three days that they’d been imprisoned both the blonde and the brunette had been made aware that it was infinitely more beneficial to their own health if they WERE in the Controller’s bed.
As opposed to entertaining their kidnapper in other ways…
Which is why Janey - twenty, blue eyed, naked, in four-inch heels, remarkable breasts - was only too, too happy to once again straddle the ‘log’ which lay upon the floor perpendicularly between her legs. Her new Lord and Master was mercifully lubricating the thick, intimidating dildo that shot up from its entrenchment upon the log. Straight up at Janey’s waiting vagina. The blonde was trembling. But Janey was reasonably certain that if she did as she was told for the next few hours her Controller would torture Mia - not her - once the sex games scheduled for today had been completed.
“Thank you s-sir. Are…are you going to film me again Master?”
The Controller was just finishing up applying a modest amount of lube to the punishing dildo Janey was meant to mount, ride and heat up with her aching pussy. This being a very sensual feat considering that the twenty year old’s arms were bound up behind her back and that Janey was extremely unfamiliar in being pranced about and abused in stiletto heels. Her Controller was a genius in being able to administer just enough lube to the dildo to make it possible for Janey to entertain him with her humiliation upon the log…yet not so much as to interfere with (from his own perspective) the deep, grinding discomfort the blonde was meant to endure in the next couple of hours.
“Shut your filthy mouth whore. I do what I do…and you obey orders. Back straight!”
Janey jumped in fright but obeyed her tormentor instantaneously. Such was the genuine quality of the severe disciplinary training she and Mia had absorbed in such a comparatively short time as sex slaves.
“Yes…y-yes my Master.”
Nearby twenty-seven year old Mia Haggart whimpered in agony. The brunette was just as naked as Janey…but barefoot. She’d been strung up very painfully by her wrists to a ceiling gripe via a length of rope the Controller was confident would allow for minimal abrasion of Mia’s flesh as she struggled in misery. From a vantage point where she couldn’t help but witness what poor Janey was about to be sexually subjected to.
“Quiet down whore…unless you wanna’ take Janey’s place atop my log. Hmmm?”
Mia sobbed and (obediently. ashamedly) splayed her magnificent legs as wide apart as she could for her Owner’s amusement. The brunette’s feet and calves were burning with pain as she sought to properly display herself to the Controller in a manner he insisted was suitable with Mia’s overall worthlessness as a human being. The pull of the rope above her head sent rivulets of crippling pain along poor Mia’s shoulders, spine and hips. Still, the brunette took a tiny bit of comfort in knowing she a) was temporarily NOT being obliged to mount the Log and b) her kidnapper only very rarely tortured either of the two females he possessed when they were together in the same chamber.
For now the Controller was content that the mere threat of excruciating pain was enough to cow Janey and Mia into submission. For now. This would change later…as surely as the sun rises in the east. But in the three wonderful days that Janey and Mia had been his slaves the Controller reveled in having each victim verbally relate to the other precisely what sort of physical torture had just recently been applied to their nude body in the time they’d been apart. Weeping inside separate cages. Awaiting their own torment. Helpless. Miserable. Hopeless.
“Yes sir. Yes my Master. Sir…s-sir this slut eagerly awaits the pounding her anus is going to take once you’re bored with Janey. Thank y-you sir. I hope my b-body pleases you sir.”
Which was when the Controller suggested (instructed? ordered? commanded?) Janey to lower herself down upon the spike of his dildo atop the leg betwixt her exquisite legs.
Sobbing herself (and desperately searching for a way to keep her balance atop the degrading high heels upon her freshly whipped and aching feet) Janey navigated first her pussy lips and then her vaginal rim to the contours of the dildo head that awaited punishing her. This was sport…and Janet was convinced she was the Object in the Arena. Existing merely to arouse the rage of the Good Strong Man who’d selected her for rape. And worse…
“Sir…Master…I…I mean, this whore will try to do it right th-this time. Thank y-you sir…”
And that’s how it happened. Every day, all day…for Janey and Mia.
He’d first run across this method of sexual torture in a depraved comic about twenty years ago. Heck…right about the time the whore Janey Hoyt was being born! Irony. It was well and good to witness tears brimming in Janey’s beautiful blue eyes as she allowed gravity and the weight of her perfect body to slide down the pike splitting her apart. To see her matted hair and the perspiration atop her bare shoulders as the slut very painfully applied herself to her humiliating task. Tottering atop stilettos she didn’t even own. Clumsily riding the dildo given the fact that doing so with her arms roped up so very TIGHTLY behind her back was nigh impossible.
“Faster! Heat up that dildo with your cunt, cunt! I SAID FASTER!”
These words from the Controller were aimed at Janey’s contorted body from a spot directly behind the still strung up Mia. The sadist was pawing his brunette’s exposed ass cheeks…and deriving pleasure from tracing the gentle swells of Mia’s tush with his greedy fingertips. All expressly designed to remind Mia of the forthcoming agony of anal rape slated to commence inside the torture chamber once the Controller ‘decided’ Janey had had enough.
At least for today.
“Sex is freedom, ladies. And rape is better than sex. Remember whores…in the absence of rape ONLY torture is allowed. (…one of the Controller’s digits slid agonizingly up into and towards Mia’s rectum…) Isn’t that correct slut?”
The brunette squirmed in agony. The ropes restraining Mia’s arms so painfully above her head strained against the gripe keeping her nude body on full display. Her tormentor’s finger prodded her most intimate parts savagely. Mia was sobbing uncontrollable…
“EE - aarrgghh! YES! YES! Yes m-my Master! Uugghh! EE - uugghh! Yes kind Master! YES!!”
Janey continued to ride the sinister dildo atop the infernal Log despite the twisting pain in her hamstrings. Despite the thudding, thundering agony in her abdomen. Already the blonde was dreaming of how well (and with what effort) she would apply the blow job her Controller would insist upon immediately after removing his cock from Mia’s ass after raping her later. Already Janey could anticipate the flow and aroma and texture of her Owner’s cum inside her mouth which might assure the blonde she’d done her duty for the day.
Belowstairs.
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For weeks which stretched into months the Controller kept Janey and Mia separate. So that he could spin his lies. So that he could match the blonde’s shame against the brunette’s humiliation in a Catch22 of which might be tortured and who could be flayed. The women were brought ‘together’ only for the rape sessions…which actually increased in ferocity (not decreased) as the Controller learned precisely over innumerable days and night of rape and punishment WHAT each victim feared the most.
Much later Mia and Janey were also obliged to come together on several occasions to bear witness to the sadistic treatment of a third girl added to their roster. Adria Camp; eighteen, long legged and complete with thee sweetest Dixie accent the Controller had ever wrung from a whore as she shrieked in agony.
Good times. Belowstairs.
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“Yes my Master. I do think it’s for the best. Thank you sir. This worthless whore remains your very good girl. I’m very happy that my body still pl-pleases you s-sir……”
Twenty-one year old Janey Hoyt was humiliating herself for good reason. As the blonde sat perfectly still - roped to the chair with her beautiful blue eyes wide open - her Owner was fondling her epic breasts and licking her stiff nipples. Janey had ‘graduated’ to six-inch heels some time before…and was being extremely careful to keep her bare legs and pretty feet aligned to the Controller’s specific desires as she sat and parroted her torturer’s decision.
“Continue Janey. You were always my favorite……”
The helpless blonde began to sob. Because she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her Keeper was lying. That he always did (and always would) lie to her. A certainty conveyed to Janey upon the day - weeks past - when the Controller had dragged Mia Haggart’s naked body behind his Yellow Door to be discarded. Apparently Mia had been ‘disobedient’ in some small but unforgivable way…after almost a year of degrading sex service. Apparently Adria (and her eighteen year old body) had been found to be more ‘suitable’ for the Controller’s bed…despite the uncounted episodes of anal rape Mia had endured submissively since the night of her own kidnapping.
“Yes sir. Th-thank you for noticing my breasts. I… I mean…th-this whore and her body hope and pray to be of continued value to you Master. Being your favorite is a privilege sir…and it’s Mia’s own fault that she broke the rules sir. I’m…no, sorry…sorry s-sir…this whore is ecstatic that Adria’s vagina and mouth will suffice…now…n-now that Mia won’t and can’t pollute our…our…our arrangement sir. Thank you Master for fucking me when I deserve it.”
She always had fine breasts. Janey, that is. The Controller licked each of the blonde’s nipples one last time before beginning to arrange Janey’s nudity for a good, solid titty fuck. He had plans for Janey. After all…Adria was a wunderkind in bed. Filthy slut.
“Shut your fucking mouth whore.”
Janey snapped her lips shut. Felt tears splash across the tops of her ample breasts as they were configured for sexual use by the Good Strong Man who had the right (and the continued opportunity) to maim them. As he had already done with Mia’s.
Janey was frightened because she and Adria were being kept apart. And fed lies. Each female being manipulated to exert all her sensuality in the vain hope that the absorption of physical pain could eventually constitute the key to being allowed to go free.
“Eyes open! I intend on enjoying myself whore! Don’t fuck up like Mia. It must be obvious how often I choose Adria over you Janey…I SAID EYES OPEN!!”
Janey at last accepted the Truth of the Lie just short of her eighteen month anniversary inside TheP.o.R.T. Finally realized she was never going home. That was the day the Controller added Elise Warner and Helene Pappas to his harem beneath 2112 Division Street. And THAT was six days before Janey was ushered screaming behind the Yellow Door for what her Controller referred to as ‘unpardonable acts’. When Janey arrived within the torture chamber she noted immediately that Adria was already therein. Strung up, gagged with Elise’s panties and duct tape…squirming in fear. Which was when the Controller casually suggested that being flayed alive might well be a final honorable service his whores could offer up to him. Unselfishly…especially if Janey and Adria desired that their sisters or their cousins or their roommates be spared.
At least the sluts wouldn’t be alone in the end……
