Twenty-two year old Kaitlyn Downs was - for the moment - happy to be an afterthought. Her Controller was only a few feet away…and Kaitlyn kept quite still, kept very silent as that maniac continued to subject Ashley to the agonizing spit of his cock. Belowstairs it is oftentimes best to be a complete afterthought.
“Nugghh! Please! Please stop sir. PLEASE! Ugh! Ugh! NUUGGHH!!”
Like Kaitlyn the Controller had strung up Ashley Stuart naked by her wrists. In the basement. But in contrast to Kaitlyn (who was for the present unwanted and unheeded) Ashely was being speared from behind by her Controller’s insatiable penis. His never ending erection. Standing as she was - her arms pulled painfully above her head and then secured to a cleat in the ceiling - the rape was proving extraordinarily painful for Ashley. Indeed…‘spitted’ was an extremely apt comparison.
“Ugh…please! PLEASE STOP! Aagghh! Ugh…ugh…ugh…NAAGGHHHH!!”
Kaitlyn’s brown eyes were riveted upon the revolting activity within the cellar. They had to be. Kaitlyn had been ordered to watch. To listen. To witness. The pretty brunette with the sexy legs and enticing breasts kept her gaze upon Ashley’s tortured, dancing form. As well as her Controller’s powerful back and leg muscles as he prodded his cock deeper and deeper inside his dangling vertical victim. His helpless fuck toy.
“Oh God! It hurts! PLEASE! Oh, sir…PLEASE! Na - aagghh! Neee - aarrgghh! AARRGGHH!”
Kaitlyn licked her lips, adjusted her weight upon the soles of her bare feet and calculated that the man who controlled both herself and Ashley had ejaculated at least twenty minutes ago. And that this present session of ongoing, unending rape was intended to partially maim and thoroughly cow Ashley into accepting her whoredom.
“Uu - uuggh! Agghh…ugh…agghh…ugh…oh, please stop sir. PLEASE! EE - uugghhhh!!”
Kaitlyn recited a short prayer inside her head and thanked her lucky stars that her nude, fully-on-display body was an afterthought. Until…
“Aagghh! PLEASE! Pl - please…sir…please f-fuck Katey now! PLEASE! It’s her goddam turn…ugh…ugh…ugh…it’s Katey’s turn master! PLEASE F-FUCK HER NOW! Oh God I’m b-begging y-you sir…please rape Katey’s ass now…PLEASE! EE - uugghh! Ugh! NAARRGGHH!”
Kaitlyn immediately went stock silent. Went frozen still. Looking towards the center of the rape/torture chamber she noticed initially that Ashley’s spent body had ceased bucking in agony. And next that the Controller was circling around towards Kaitlyn’s own buttocks. As she hung helplessly strung up by her wrists. Naked. Alone. Vulnerable.
Kaitlyn was no longer unwanted. Unheeded. Ashley - in her misery - had reminded the man who owned both slaves beneath 2112 Division Street that Kaitlyn Downs’ body was available. And promised sensual amusement.
Katey was no longer an afterthought. In moments…she would be screaming in agony.
