The Controller closed the door behind him with a sickening thud. The latch fell…keeping What Was Inside safe and secure until the sadist had further need of it. But to intimidate What Was Outside he theatrically spun the dial of the combination lock securing the door at least three or four times more than was necessary.
Despite her stricture twenty-seven year old Mary Condon took notice.
The platinum blonde was barefoot. In only her blue jeans and a white lace bra that truly set off an exquisite set of pale breasts. The ropes that held Mary’s arms behind her back (once they had been pulled upwards almost to the level of her shoulders) were causing her agonizing pain. Accentuated by a second less intricate length of hemp that tightly encircled her denim clad legs just above the knees.
“Now girl…we can have some one-on-one time.”
Not for nothing but Mary had once falsely accused a lacrosse player back at Tech of making concerted and unwelcome sexual advances towards her. And then only a year prior to her kidnapping had engaged in a session of oral sex along Route 6 with a state trooper in order to avoid a speeding ticket. Given his obsession with detail the Controller was well aware of these aspects of Mary’s character. Which made terrorizing her a true delight.
“You’ve been in those jeans too, too long slut. Time to dance for your dinner Mare Bear.”
To drive home his point the sadist physically manipulated the bindings that restrained Mary’s arms just an inch or two more towards the ceiling. The blonde squirmed in agony and was ashamed of how her breasts bloomed like blossoms as the pain contorted her excellent body.
“Uu - uugghh! EE - aarrgghh! Yes! Yes sir!”
The Controller was operating off strong black coffee, a strict maximum of two cigarettes a day and an all consuming passion to hurt and humiliate pretty girls. Mary, the whore locked behind the door and the two females already in transit to Caracas constituted a most fruitful foray: the procurement of attractive women for new lives as sex slaves. And - if they were VERY unlucky - the remainder of their lives spent as Syndicate prostitutes. Four objects - four bodies - to water, feed, maintain and discipline had played hell with the Controller’s sleep cycle. But the money promised to be stellar and - in all truthfulness - the Controller had been very amused and entertained by his quartet of guests.
“Shut your filthy mouth……”
Inwardly and outwardly Mary cringed. Her torturer was in a foul mood. Most probably due to Shannon not being as compliant as she should have been behind the now locked door to the punishment area. From her first moments as a captive Mary had employed every feminine art she could conjure to allay her Controller’s disdain for her physical well being. Deep throated blow jobs, hips that were super eager to make him cum during sex and a submissive display of body language that swapped Mary’s abject shame for two or thee hours of restless sleep. Or a rare hot meal.
“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir……”
It hardly manifested itself as ‘relief’ once the Controller allowed Mary’s arms to fall more naturally behind her back. And removed the bindings from her aching legs. The blonde nearly toppled over…she’d been propped up for over three hours as the Controller had raped and tortured Shannon on the opposite side of the door. But Mary felt strong arms encircle her waist and steady her atop her cold bare feet. Ever the optimist, Mary knew she was in possession of a set of VERY sexy legs. And delightful feet. She was cautiously optimistic that she could soothe her tormentor’s temper once her blue jeans had been stripped off and discarded.
“You better be. That bitch inside isn’t gonna’ make me a dime unless she improves her attitude right quick! Remember our agreement Mare Bear…you only get to remain here with me IF that slut Shannon impresses Alejandro and his boys. The audition is tomorrow…and I’m in a position where BOTH of you whores are going to have to be ready to take the plunge. Now…let’s see what we have here…lovely.”
Mary shot her owner a smile both coy and submissive as the white bra was sliced away from her torso with a an ultra sharp kitchen knife. Despite the prospect of physical torture and/or a life of prostitution south of the border the blonde relished having her body objectified by a Man who knew what to do with it. Mary was no masochist…but she was a survivor. And there was no way in hell Shannon was going to take her place in the Controller’s bed. That slut could rot in Venezuelan whorehouses for a decade for all that Mary cared.
“Excuse…excuse me for sp-speaking master, but…but I hope my body pleases you today. You deserve it…and I’m privileged to provide you with a distraction sir. This…th-this whore can’t wait to get out of these blue jeans for you s-sir. I’m glad you approve of my body master.”
Mary detested being graded on a sliding scale. The pair of girls who’d already been transported had been such a drag upon her seduction of the Controller. Each of their failures…every one of Shannon’s willful disobediences…had been paid for mutually by Mary in the form of rough sex, nipple punishment and the jet spray of ice cold showers. She’d had enough. There were two girls left. And Mary was certain her attitude - as well as her body - exceeded the output of Shannon’s sexuality. Once kidnapped, all Mary Condon desired was a chance to convince a Good, Strong Man that her effort and her vagina and her throat warranted a chance for her to return to a normal life. Even if that journey Belowstairs took months or even years…
“Good girl. I might keep you under wraps tomorrow after all…Alejandro just might have to make do with Shannon or nothing. You’re the right whore for me…”
Mary smiled as her rapist then carried her body away from the punishment area to a set of stairs that led upwards to one of the Controller’s rape rooms. Once there the now confident blonde became steady upon her feet…as the Controller (at last) pulled off Mary’s jeans and took in an eyeful of those incredible legs.
“Good girl. Yes…a very good girl.”
Now fully naked, and still aching from the restraint she’d been subjected to during Shannon’s torture, Mary purred as the Controller untied her hands. Then laid her face up atop the narrow twin bed upon which he was ever free to use her body for sexual pleasure. First her wrists were bound up again but this time so that they could be pulled up over Mary’s head and secured to the headboard.
“Thank you, my Master.”
Next each of the blonde’s ankles were roped to corner posts at the foot of the bed. Until splayed thus with her legs wide apart and her green eyes glimmering Mary exuded a sensuality that could diminish any male who had the good fortune of witnessing her plight as a captive.
“Yes sir…I…I hope you have a good time sir. This…th-this whore begs to be fucked. Please!”
These were the last words Mary uttered until late the next day. Well after Alejandro Pena and several of his more sturdy lads had left with a futilely protesting and scantily clad Shannon Giles in tow. Destination Mexico City.
“Good girl. These were Shannon’s. They belong to you now. I’m giving you a chance Mare Bear. You’re a very fortunate young woman…you’re going to see that I can be reasonable.”
The cotton bikini bottoms that the Controller taped inside Mary’s mouth just prior to raping her multiple times tasted of sex. Mary constrained the disgust in her throat and drew the Controller’s attention away from her facial spasms by arching her back, showing off her breasts and lining up her fantastic legs as best she could considering the ankle ropes. She’d won. It’d been a hard fought victory against the trio of now doomed girls who would forever remain property of the Syndicate. Granted, Mary did remain a pawn…under the Controller’s thumb. But the blonde liked her chances moving forward.
“Eyes open. I’m in a better mood than I was an hour ago. Good girl. Your nude body has an impact on me Mare Bear. Good girl. Eyes open. This won’t hurt a bit…”
It DID hurt a little. Mary’s overworked vagina was shading towards raw as the Controller placed his muscular weight atop his helpless victim and aimed the girth of his cock at Mary’s sexual heart. The blonde sensed that initially the brutal penetration (UU - uugghh!) and secondly the frantic fuck strokes (Mu -uugghh! Maaaagghh! Mu - uugghh!) seemed to tighten the bindings at her wrists and legs. Mary became aware of how her breasts swayed as the rape swept her body in a linear pattern along the north-south axis of the bed. It did hurt.
“Good girl. You’re staying with me. Forever Mary…forever.”
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‘Forever’ to the Controller meant exactly two months and six days. That was when Mary - as the newly designated What Is Inside - was locked inside the punishment area. By a sadist who dramatically spun the dial of the door’s combination lock to impress and intimidate a newly arrived What Is Outside.
The Controller sidled up to the helpless form of nineteen year old Shea Susan Mannion that happened to be strung up and dangling by her wrists outside the door that separated her from Mary. The new arrival was naked but for a pair of four-inch high heels. And - in addition to the agonized rending of her body due to her display as a sex ornament - was sickened by the salty, sour taste of a pair of cotton bikini bottoms that had been taped inside her mouth.
As he fondled he new girl’s breasts the Controller asked Shea if she was impressed by how poignantly the girl on the other side of the door had screamed during her torture. And if Shea realized it was only her youth, beauty and submission in bed that allowed her new owner to ‘show mercy’. And refrain from treating her nude body similarly.
“Jose and Barbara are coming in day after tomorrow to collect up Mary. I hear Costa Rica is lovely this time of year. Provided one isn’t involved in earning their living as a ghetto prostitute. You wouldn’t like Jose…and you’re very fortunate Shea that I’m going to keep you hidden from Barbara the Butcher. Hmmm…very lucky indeed. Tell you what whore…you stay here. Let’s say for a year or two…keep me company. Keep me happy. And I guarantee you’ll never ever have to transit south of the border. Beautiful titties. KEEP YOUR LEGS STRAIGHT SLUT! EYES OPEN AT ALL TIMES WHORE! Mary found out how ornery I can be if I lose my temper…please don’t tell me I’m going to have similar issues with you Shea Ray. ARCH YOUR BACK SLUT!!”
It was in such a state that the Controller unceremoniously dropped Shea from her perch Belowstairs. And - without a word and without binding up any of the sobbing female’s limbs - dragged her down the hall by her long brown hair. And up a flight of steps to a rape room wherein a narrow twin bed was waiting.
Like Mary so long ago the fresh slave had her wrists pinioned to the headboard. And her legs - still in the degrading heels - secured by the ankles quite painfully to the corner posts of the bed. Legs wide apart, whimpering like a banshee and nauseated by the bikini bottoms in her parched mouth Shea resigned herself to being raped again. To being raped every day. Raped without hope. Costa Rica was on the line. Caracas was calling. Mexico City was in her future.
Shea was a sight more pragmatic than a slut named Mary. A whore who’d offered up her mouth on at least one occasion just to avoid a ‘traffic’ infraction.
