The Controller would only ever use Sara for sex ‘activities’ once she was exhausted. Which is to say that he would cajole, threaten, demean and punish his captive’s naked body to a point where Sara was all too willing to accept being raped.
And further, this very same Controller would only ever ‘discipline’ that exquisite twenty-seven year old body if and when Sara had been strung up by her wrists in tandem with Ellie.
“Good girl. Let’s try that again……pay attention ladies.”
Sara moaned (silently!) and considered again if her initial two weeks as a sex slave would be the sum total of her experiences over the next two years. Which her sadistic kidnapper had promised would be spent under his roof. And under his guidance.
With Ellie forgotten (for the moment) in a crippling hogtie within a far corner of the chamber the Controller refocused his evil intent on the willowy body of poor, spent Sara. A slave learns a great deal about her new Owner within the first two weeks of her captivity. And Sara was sure what was going to be done with her over the next several hours. Until such time that either a) it would become Ellie’s turn or b) both girls would be ushered back to an adjoining room to be strung up yet again. So that their now dissatisfied torturer could revisit the day’s goals and objectives with his young, pretty victims.
“Yes sir. Th-thank you for fucking me again Master.”
That was Sara. Ellie was unable to reply, beg or reason with the Man who’d selected her for punishment. Solely due to having a pair of Sara’s panties inside her mouth and a pair of her own nylon hose being used a s a cleave gag to retain those panties halfway down her throat.
Fourteen days. Sara - now and (per her Controller) forever a whore - took her place timidly atop the rape mattress. And waited for restraints to be applied to her depleted body. Based upon both Sara’s physical attributes as well as her reaction to torture the Controller had found that raping Sara vaginally from behind was a suitable way to spend a Wednesday afternoon. Belowstairs.
“Now slut…I do NOT want to hear about ‘how much this hurts’. Understand? Think about someone other than yourself for a change Sara. Ya’ never know whore…you concentrate on pleasing me in a more satisfying manner and perhaps neither one of you girls will have to spend so much time dangling by your arms inside my basement. Eyes open……”
Despite what was now becoming a savage routine in being raped Sara couldn’t help but think primarily of herself and her welfare. As her Controller’s hands began to arrange her body and affix the coarse hemp ropes to her joints. Her pussy DID hurt. And having her aching arms manipulated roughly behind her back to have them pinned in an agonizing ‘frog leg’ brought the sobs out of Sara’s lungs.
“Quiet down slut. No worries…but I plan on being a bit rougher with Ellie later. So maybe I’ll just have a quick fuck with you Sara so I can get to more amusing aspects of today’s itinerary.”
Sara felt the biting ropes behind her back cinch TIGHT…and immediately sensed what the Controller meant about being ‘rough’ with Ellie. Sara’s younger partner in misery possessed incredible legs…and the sadist who played with both of them sexually had special games for a body as useful as Ellie’s.
“Yes s-sir. Thank y-you again Master for fucking, I mean…for raping a slut like me…”
It would be the same as before. Fourteen days. Sara would be put upon her belly with her arms so painfully restrained behind her back. Then the soles of her bare feet would be moderately whipped so that Sara would know it was time for her to hide her tearstained face inside the cushion provided. And to hoist her ass HIGH into the air.
The penetration always hurt…
“UU - eeaarrgghh! Uugghh! Thank…uugghhhh - th-thank you s-sir. I’m…EE - aarrgghh - I’m glad you’re fucking my body Master! Nagh - aagghhhhhh!!”
It pained Sara so very much because the Controller was never content to simply use his slave’s vagina for sexual pleasure. Sara squirmed in agony and pondered why he HAD to pull back her head and face with a firm handful of her long black hair. As he raped her. Why he HAD to wrench her bound arms in such an unbelievably painful way just so that Sara’s face was visible to him in profile. As he fucked her. Why he HAD to then (every time!) wrench her throbbing arms in the opposite direction just so he could enjoy the violent gyrations of Sara’s breasts as she contorted herself in excruciating pain. As he constantly raped her.
“Nagh! UU - naarrgghh! Nugh, uugghh, nugh! EE - AARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!”
These were the moments - those splendid moments Belowstairs - when Sara’s exhaustion was replaced by anguish.
But the Controller was true to his word. He WAS rougher with Ellie……
