Karma

[Nem]

First attempt at writing one of these... I know it reads like it could be continued past the last Chapter I'll be posting but I'm currently intending to end it there. I figure it's plenty long enough already.

Hope you enjoy.
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KARMA

Chapter One. Acquisition.

She really did bring it on herself.

It's not that I think of myself as some kind of crusader dishing out cosmic justice or that I had any interest in the idea of justice whatsoever... my own motivations were purely grounded in the fact that I am a sadistic, vindictive bastard who enjoys my little hobby. But that doesn't change the fact that she did still bring it on herself. And that my actions could be interpreted as the universe smacking her down for what she had done was extremely amusing to me.

You see, I'd been planning a gift for myself for quite some time. All the preparations were made. Had her all picked out... the cutest little thing. Korean, maybe 19, all of 5 feet tall. Just perfectly proportioned. I'd been mapping out her routine for weeks. She was going to make my year once I got her back to the room I'd prepared for her in my basement... getting that properly in place inconspicuously had taken considerably longer. I hadn't started shopping for my present until the room was nearing completion. Then that stupid red headed bitch fucked it all up. There I was, one day away from making my move. One. Freaking. Day. Just checking in on her to make sure she was sticking to her usual routine, and then out of nowhere *WHACK*. She's down. Some Idiot Blind Fucking Whore just had to try and race the light as my little treasure was stepping off the curb. Oh, she was still alive and breathing, but she was all screwed up when the paramedics took her away. No telling how long she was going to be out of commission and who the hell knows when if ever she'd get back into a routine that fit my plans. Assuming I would even still be interested after she was patched up. A blink of an eye and all my work was shot to hell.

There would be repercussions.

I had to spend all afternoon lounging around outside the police station waiting to see if the careless slut would be released... not a place I wanted to be spending my time. But after several hours she finally came walking out of the building and headed for the bus stop. I guess the cops were holding her car still, or maybe they'd taken her license. That made things easier.

During the ride I sized her up. I had a decent view of her, she was sitting up front on one of those benches that run lengthwise and I took a seat about halfway back on the opposite side so she'd be in my natural field of view. She wasn't exactly my type. Mid to late 30s, light red shoulder length hair, decent rack... maybe a C cup. About 5' 8". Thin, not quite athletic. Looked like she probably did just enough jogging or something to keep her weight down but no real muscle tone. Overall entirely fuckable, but nothing I'd be setting my sites on normally. None of that was the point though. She'd taken away my present. If I had anything to say about it she was going to damn well replace it. This wasn't about window shopping for eye candy anymore, I was pissed. But I'm a patient person. I would take my time, do this right.

I followed her off the bus at her stop then headed to the opposite side of the road after watching her turn north up the street... then tailed her at a distance. I was making sure not to be too obvious but there wasn't much point, she was clearly way too preoccupied to be paying any attention to her surroundings. Finally she turned into the driveway of a house on a quiet little cul-de-sac across the street from a small park (sometimes things just come together) and I took note of the address then headed home. I had some planning to do.

....


I killed the next few days catching up on my work backlog and doing some brainstorming. Working on contracted out software jobs gave me a lot of flexibility in my schedule to pursue my interests but I'd been letting things slide lately with my preoccupation with my impending treat and that wouldn't do. No work, no paycheck, no more playtime or special little additions to my facilities downstairs.

First thing I needed to do was make sure she was clear of any direct involvement with the police from today's little incident before moving in, that was for sure. It was a complication I didn't need any part of. So it looked like I was going to have lots of time for research. The room I had prepared downstairs should serve its purpose just fine, the change in occupant made no difference there. What nagged at me was what to do with her once I had her. Oh, the usual activities would keep me entertained sure enough... but something additional was called for here. Something punitive. Something agonizing. Well, it would come to me eventually. First I needed information.

I got the most important piece of it a week after the accident, on the first day I started watching my new target.


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There I was, relaxing in the park across from her house waiting for the stupid klutz to either leave or come home so I could start collecting data and figuring out her routine and then out steps the daughter. Ha! A red-headed teenage collection of curves! At best guess she was a senior in high school. There was some clear resemblance to her mother, but oh the differences. She was about 5' 4". Her hair was a darker red, and hung down her back all the way to the top of her ass. She wasn't as thin as her mom but any extra flesh was strategically located. She might be a D cup under that shirt, then her waist thinned before flaring out into just a terrific ass. Oh yes, things were looking up. I got so absorbed thinking of all the sheer joy I could have defiling that young little body I drifted off and lost track of where she went before I realized it. No matter, there would be plenty of little trips to come tailing after her.

And then inspiration struck. That missing punitive element would be realized in spades... it would be a thing of absolute beauty.


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It took months before everything was ready. The legal proceedings around the accident had to be resolved, which I kept as up to date on as I could. Apparently the stupid bitch eventually got off with paying damages but fortunately no jail time, which gave me a green light. Additions had to be made to the basement to outfit a second, separate area. That seriously drained my funds but it would be worth it, I wouldn't have any need for any additional entertainment expenditures after this for a good long time. The daily habits and routines of my quarry had to be fully mapped out. And, fate smiling down upon me... there was no father in the picture. At least, not one that ever put in an appearance while I had been watching. It turned out Kelly was actually in her first year at college, she looked younger. Then, finally, the day came.

Monday night, that was the time for it. The neighborhood saw particularly little traffic that night, most people resting up after their first day back at work after active weekends... sticking inside and grabbing some early sleep. And my two girls almost always spent the night in and alone without any visitors or interruptions. All it took was for the proper circumstances to present themselves. And after several Monday nights in a row waiting and watching it happened. I knew they were both inside and alone. It was getting later, 10pm... the neighbors were all home and settled in... watching their televisions or otherwise occupying themselves indoors. Scattered lights were on but nobody was moving around outside. And then out came mom, waving over her shoulder and heading for the car (which she'd eventually been allowed to recover). She was wearing casual clothes, no make-up... she wasn't heading out for a night out. No... this was probably a snack run or something. It would do just fine.

Once she was gone it was time to move... this was the critical time. Everything had to go right now. I took a moment to settle myself and get a handle on the adrenaline surge, then headed for the house with my backpack over my shoulder and my tools ready.

I strolled right up to the house, scanning the neighbors continuously while I approached. No open blinds or curtains... nobody peeking out any windows... nobody taking a stroll outside. I could vaguely hear the sounds from a few louder television programs drifting into the street, which was good. Low level ambient noise masks a surprising variety of sounds. I reached the door and knocked. They had no peephole, and they never answered the door with a chain in place when any visitors showed up while I'd been monitoring them. It was such a nice, safe neighborhood... which made it ever so vulnerable. Sure enough, a few second later the lock promptly clicked and the door began to swing open.

"What? Did you forg..."

As soon as the door cleared her body I slammed my foot into her stomach then lunged forward. I heard the air blasting out of her lungs as she smashed back against the wall behind her and then I was through the door, swinging it shut behind me and moving in on her. Her face was a mix of terror and pain and confusion as she tried to fight to get a breath and stand up, curl around the pain in her gut, and scramble away from me all at once. There was no time for her to do anything though. I immediately jumped on top of her and pinned her with my weight while I grabbed her hair with my free hand... the one I'd knocked and then closed the door with... forcing her head down to the ground against the wall, while my other hand came around and pressed the chloroform soaked rag firmly over her mouth. She was struggling hard now, but she didn't have the strength to dislodge me... and soon enough she started getting more docile and disoriented. Good enough... I needed to move. No telling when mom would be home. Some geniuses think you're supposed to just slap a soaked rag across a face and hold it until they pass out... like knocking a person out chemically is the easiest damn thing in the world and anyone can do it right. I mean hey, that's why anesthesiologists make minimum wage, right? Stupid. No way to guess inhaled dosages from a freaking rag, just as likely to end up killing the girl if you try that crap.

I dragged her back into the house, past the first rooms, and into a bedroom in the back. Looked like the master, certainly didn't feel like a teenager decorated the place. She was making some moaning and whimpering noises and still trying to struggle but the anesthesia and the kick to the gut were combining to prevent her from accomplishing much. I threw her face down on the bed and pulled out a set of cuffs, quickly securing her arms behind her back. Then I grabbed an ankle, bent her leg back towards her arms and secured another cuff to it... then looped it between her arms and the cuff chain there, grabbed her other ankle, and clipped it on. It was clumsy, but I was rushed and it would impair her movement enough for now and let me work without worrying about her suddenly bolting. Now I went back into my pack, and pulled out the needle. She was facing away from me now, so she never even saw it until it went into her arm.

She's be out cold soon, and stay that way for hours. That was taken care of.

I quickly ducked back out to the front door to look things over... some furniture that had been knocked around while I was dragging my new plaything into the back needed to be straightened out. No mark left on the wall where she hit it... that was good. If she'd knocked a hole in the drywall or something I would have had to intercept mommy right at the front door... which was not ideal. Re-locked the door... a quick peak out the front window through the closed blinds... still all clear. Good. Then I went to the bathroom I'd seen across the hall from the master, turned on the shower, and closed the door on my way out and went to keep an eye out while planning my ambush. The shower would produce enough background noise to give mommy a handy explanation for why her little girl didn't greet her on arrival or answer her if she called out.

About 20 minutes later, the car pulled back up and out got the object of my retribution, carrying hat looked like a plastic bag from a convenience store or something. If I'd known I had that much time I'd have done a more thorough job securing the girl... but oh well. I quickly retreated to just inside the door of the first room down the hall and waited until I heard the front door open. This seemed to be a guest room, it was unlikely she'd walk right in here for anything. I pulled on my face mask... mom getting a glimpse of my face just wouldn't do for what I had planned.

"Kelly, I'm home!"

There was the sound of shoes being kicked off... then some rustling plastic...

"Kelly? Are you having a shower again?"

Shit... the little slut’s hair hadn't seemed wet that I noticed. Well, no big deal. I could hear her approaching the hallway... now muttering to herself...

"Damn teenagers... never leave the bathroom..."

She went past my door and continued down the hall towards the master bedroom and bathroom. As soon as she was past I slipped out behind her and immediately hammered my fist into her kidney. She went down with a shocked little screeching gasp and I was on her immediately, jumping on her back and forcing her forward onto her stomach then yanking her head back by the hair while pressing the chloroform rag around over her mouth. Her body was writhing under me, trying to buck me off, and she was letting out muffled screams around my hand but she didn't have much strength and pretty soon the anesthesia worked its magic and she calmed down.

Home free!

With the trickiest part behind me the temptation to just rape the bitch right then and there on the floor in celebration was extremely strong, but I knew better than to indulge myself. This house was still an uncontrolled environment, too many things could go wrong still if I lost focus. I dragged her by the hair back into the master bedroom where my pack still was and pulled out more sets of cuffs. Pinning her face down on the floor I began the same procedure I'd followed with the kid, but making sure she never saw my face. Then once everything was taken care of I hauled her up and threw her on the bed facing away from me... where she saw her daughter. That almost snapped her out of the effects of the chloroform completely, the howl she let out from behind the ball in her mouth was just gorgeous. But then it was time for the needle in her arm as well and soon everything was quiet.

Relocation was relatively easy... thanks to the garage. They didn't seem to use it regularly but there it was, my own personal loading bay. After taking a peek outside to make sure nobody was around to observe I grabbed mommy's keys, took the garage remote from the visor of her car, then walked up the street to my car and drove it right inside. Then with the door closed I loaded both of my new playthings into the trunk. Then stopped to review everything.

I'd been wearing gloves all night, so no prints to worry about. There certainly weren't any cameras around. I was very confident there had been no witnesses. There was absolutely no connection to be found between me and this house or these girls... oh yes. This was a good night. I hopped into the car, and headed home to unwrap my presents.

[Nem]

Chapter 2. Introductions: Sharon.

The next morning I watched on the monitors as both Kelly and mommy gradually regained consciousness. Each in their separate little room. Preparing that second room had taken some serious effort, but it was going to pay for itself with its entertainment value.

Both of them found themselves in a spartan little cell. A toilet and a sink in one corner away from the door, a mattress in another with sheets laid out on it over top of the plastic cover it was encased in. No windows. Some small vents near the ceiling... a rat might be able to crawl through one but not a person. And each was completely naked except for a metal collar around their neck, fastened to a heavy chain which was firmly bolted almost to the center of the concrete floor, just a little further from the door than the other walls and just long enough for them to barely reach those walls, and almost reach the door, if the chains were laying flat on the floor. A few steel eyebolts were strategically set into the ceiling and floor as well, plus of course the cameras. One in each corner of the room at the ceiling, all simultaneously recording to disk when I activated them... but right now three of them were in standby while I watched the live feed from the fourth. The only thing distinguishing the two cells, besides their occupant, was the video monitor and speakers mounted above the door next to the ceiling in mommy's room, safely out of her reach.

They both had terrified, confused expressions on their faces and they were starting to scream for help... which was amusing. The rooms were soundproofed of course. I could only hear them when I turned on the mic feed, but it was off now so I could only see them wailing away. But it seemed like it was time my new toys and I formally met. I'd considerably enjoyed unwrapping them earlier while I got them settled in, but toys are for playing with.

Mommy would be first. I'd brought her purse with me when I hauled them back home with me... and I'd browsed through it after securing my prizes then grabbing some sleep. Turns out her name was Sharon.

I began recording from her cell, retrieved my face mask and pulled it on, then approached the door to her cell otherwise unclothed, turned the key in the lock, and swung the door open. The pleading of course began immediately.

"Oh God Please! Pleeease! WHERE'S MY DAUGHTER??? Just let us go.... please...we'll do anything you want!!!"

Stupid clueless bitch, as if she had any other options but to do anything I wanted. I could have had her waiting for me gagged of course... or bound and restrained in some imaginative position... and that would certainly follow. But this first encounter, when they still don't really grasp the reality of their situation and they're still full of fight and spirit... well, half the fun is the struggle really. No, I wanted her able to move around in here right now. To put up a bit of a fight. I didn't say a word, just stepped into the room and shut the door behind me as she backed away as far as she could against the far wall, still pleading, pulling the chain tight between her neck and the floor. I hung the door key on the hook above the door... out of her reach with the length of chain available, then moved across the room towards her. As I got closer I grabbed the chain and yanked her in towards me, making her stumble forward, right into my fist to her stomach. That put a stop to the pleading, and the gasping and sobbing began. She was still upright, half standing and half being held up by my grip on the chain and trying to stumble back away from me but I hauled the chain back around and swung her down hard on top of the mattress, landing on her back. I jumped on top of her, straddling her waist, as she screamed and tried to beat at me with her fists. I grabbed both of her arms and pinned them above her head, then grasped them in one hand and slapped her hard across the face with the other... three times in quick succession, making her gasp and sending tears streaming down her face. She was bucking and writing under me, straining to throw me off. I could feel her muscles contracting under my hard cock as it lay across her stomach. Her legs kicking, trying to twist away from me but having no luck at all.

I slid my free hand further down and grabbed her breast. It wasn't bad at all for a tit that had seen almost 40 years... sure as hell not anything you'd call perky but it had some miles left in it and was only a little on the droopy side. I took her little pink nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard, which earned me a nice little scream, some more sobbing, and a lot more thrashing and wriggling. I kept the pressure on, crushing her flesh between my fingers, then twisted and pulled upward as hard as I could, as if I was trying to tear it off her body... watching her tit stretch out from her chest then pull her whole upper body off the ground while she screeched and convulsed in pain underneath me. I held it there for several more seconds then let it go...dropping her back onto the mattress and leaving her gasping. Before she could recover I flipped her onto her stomach then straddled her back, facing her ass.

She did have decent legs. Slim, smooth, soft.... leading up to a frankly average ass. It was probably toned and extremely appetizing once but it was definitely sliding into flabbiness now. I stroked my hands up the back of her thighs, then slapped them both down hard on her ass... which got me a breathless little squeal and a little livelier wriggling. So I reached down and grabbed one cheek with my left hand for leverage, then hauled off with my right and slapped her other cheek as hard as I could. Again. Again. Again. Again. "smack"... "Smack"... "SMACK"

I gradually accelerated into a nice fast rhythm...

"SMACK"

"SMACK"

"SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK"

Oh, she was howling now. Her left cheek was starting to absolutely glow red as I continued punishing it. The slapping of my hand against her flesh and her shrill screams echoing off the walls of the cell continuously. I kept it up until my arm started tiring and my hand was aching... then quickly slid down further and grabbed her by both ankles before she knew what was happening. My rock hard cock had been sliding all over the smooth skin of her back the entire time while she twisted and bucked underneath me and it was time to relieve some pressure.

I flipped her over onto her back, spread her legs wide and dropped down between her thighs all in one quick movement, then let go of her legs and reached for her arms. She tried to avoid me, waving them and trying to push me away at the same time... she knew what was coming next... but I got a hold of both after a little struggle and pinned them above her head with her wrists crossed. Then holding them squeezed together in one fist I reached down, guided my cock to the entrance to her pussy, and started grinding in. She was still dry of course, I could have brought some lube... but I always enjoy it more when I make the first entry "unassisted". She'd slicken up soon enough one way or another, either her juices would get flowing or she'd start bleeding when her tender pussy stated tearing under the punishment I was about to inflict on it.

I worked the head of my cock into her then started thrusting hard, each one scraping further into her until my balls slapped against her ass. I was grimacing myself, it can be rough on the dick to really tear into a dry pussy... but mommy, well.. "screaming" doesn't really do justice to the sounds coming out of her throat. Her face was all contorted in a grimace of agony as tears streamed down the sides of her face from behind her squeezed shut eyelids while she shifted up and down in time with my fucking. She was arched backwards with the muscles in her neck standing out like cables as every muscle in her body strained against me. One of her arms got away from me and started flailing against me trying to knock me away but I grabbed it with my other hand again and pinned it to the mattress at her side without breaking stride. Her screams were getting hoarse. I was loving the way they kept peaking and falling in time with her rape, every time my cock bottomed out in her the impact causing them to be disrupted for just a moment as her body jerked upward...

"aaaAAANNNGGGHHHaaaAAANNNGGGHHHaaaAAANNNGGGHHHaaaA AANNNGGGHHHaaaAAANNNGGGHHHaaaAAANNNGGGHHH..."

My cock was nice and slick now, and I looked down to watch it pistoning into her. Her screams were hardly letting up at all still so.... yep, definitely some red down there. Seems she didn't get her own juices flowing fast enough and I'd torn her up at least a little. Good. She wasn't even close to tight compared to what I usually had wrapped around my dick, couldn't have expected it with her having a kid I guess, but the way her muscles were convulsing from the pain was at least partially making up for it.

I would have loved to keep going for a marathon session, but I'd been anticipating this too long and my balls were bursting. I brought both her arms together back over her head again to free up one hand and clamped it around her neck and squeezed while I felt the tension in my cock peaking, she started more violently jerking and spasming under me desperately trying to get air and then I started pumping cum into her womb until I was drained dry. Then I pulled out, let her go and stood up to watch her curl up in the fetal position gasping and sobbing and trembling... with a giant satisfied grin on my face under the mask.

"I'll see you later." I told her, my tone making it clear it was phrased as a promise... the first words she'd heard from me. She didn't seem to like hearing them too much, and started crying even harder. Can't imagine why. I grabbed the key from over the door and let myself out. As I was closing the door I added "I'll say hi to Kelly for you."

Just before the door sealed and cut off the sound the agonized animal wail she let out damn near got me hard again right there.

[Nem]

Chapter 3. Introductions: Kelly.

After leaving Sharon's cell it was time for a little recovery time before moving on to the delicious little piece of meat waiting for me in the other room, so after shedding the mask and hanging it on it's place by Sharon's cell door I went upstairs to grab some food, then brought it back down to eat while I watched the monitors some more and made sure the recording of what I'd just done to Sharon had been saved. That was an encounter I'd undoubtedly want to look back fondly on in the future. She still hadn't hauled her violated body off the mattress and looked like she was still sobbing uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, it seemed as if young Kelly had given up on yelling for help while I'd been busy breaking in her mother and was now wandering slowly around the cell... undoubtedly trying to figure out a way to escape.

There wasn't one. Something I would be sure to fully impress on them later before I got started working their throats over with my cock... making sure they fully understood the futility of pissing me off or trying to get clever was essential before letting my dick get between one of my little playthings teeth. But there was time for that later. For now watching that sweet young piece of rape bait pacing around my cell while the footage of her mother's treatment I was reviewing played in a window in the corner of the screen had me ready for round 2 and I got up and headed for her cell, grabbing the mask on the way.

As I entered Kelly's cell she reacted much more timidly than her mother had. Apparently the extra time to think about her situation had let at least a few basic facts sink in and asking the naked guy with the erection who had just walked into the cell she had woken up chained naked in to please let her go must have been too absurd for her to even attempt. Instead she just whimpered and shrunk away while I closed the door behind me and hung the key in its place then turned to look her over and appreciate all over again what I'd found when I first stripped her naked and chained her up.

The first thing that caught the eye was the hair of course. That burning red magnificently long hair with the tips just tickling the curving flesh at the top of her ass. Then those terrified green eyes staring at me over top of the light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and her little button nose and tiny little mouth. I swear, if I could only see her from the neck up I'd think she was 13. But then my eyes moved lower.

Her skin was creamy white and almost unblemished. No sunbathing for this one. And those tits! I'd underestimated them from watching her walk around town all clothed and concealed, the damn things must be at least double Ds and they practically defied gravity! Her nipples were much darker red than her mother's, and larger too. Her waist was flat and smooth. Not toned. Not muscled. Just... smooth. Then flared out into hips it was going to be an absolute joy to hang onto while I rode her ass senseless... and damn, that ass! Two perfect white globes of firm jiggly flesh. Mmmmm.... the patch of red hair over her pussy looked like it was trimmed, it certainly wasn't growing out much, and then those soft creamy white legs extending straight down to finish off the package.

I realized she was starting to sniffle and take little gasps of air like she was fighting a losing battle against bursting out bawling, probably because of the look on my face while I ran my eyes over her. Well, no sense drawing out the tension any further. That, after all, would just be cruel. Time to get started.

"Hello Kelly, it's time for introductions." I said. This was going to be fun.

"You," I continued "are my job. And I am your jailor. A very special kind of jailor. The kind whose responsibility it is to use and abuse that pristine little body of yours while you're held here."

This, I could tell, had jarred her enough that her mind was starting to get into gear a little. Enough at least that she finally overcame her fear of what was coming enough to utter a syllable.

"What?"

"You see, I offer my very special services to some really perverse people. People who get a great deal of personal satisfaction from seeing some sweet little thing like you violated and broken by someone really, really good at it. And that's me. Now you might be thinking you couldn't possibly know anyone who would be able to afford to hire me to do this to you... but you see my rates are actually extremely low. I don't do it for the money you see... I very much love my work. No, the people who hire me aren't rich. They're just... dedicated. Twisted in that special way that gives them the kind of drive it takes to eventually discover I exist and make to contact with me. I am, after all, beyond discreet. As you might imagine.

And you, little girl, are unfortunate enough to know one of these people."

I could tell she was still struggling to absorb that, I doubt she really believed it yet... confusion and disbelief were now actually starting to break through the expression of terror she's been wearing since I walked in. But she would accept it a lot easier once she'd screamed for a while. Which, of course, was overdue.

"And speaking of violating, I do believe I'm running late for work. Feel free to struggle, it makes the process so much more satisfying." ...and I stalked across the room towards her.

It was almost comical, watching her try to shrink away from me with nowhere to go, she was actually backing her ass into the wall turned halfway sideways with her head bent over towards me, pulled down by the chain on her collar the wouldn't reach quite that far with her standing up. She was starting to make little mewling whimpering "nonoNO-o-onono" sounds and trying to hold her arms out between us as if that would keep me away... of course with her bent over like that her incredible length of hair was hanging down in front of her damn near to her knees. I swatted her hands away and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her up against me, then spun her around and locked one arm around her throat while my other hand got a nice full handful of tit and squeezed and kneaded it. I made sure to turn so one of the cameras had a perfect direct view of the full exposed length of Kelly's body, her tit I was mangling, and of course the look on her face. Her hair was spilling down between her body and mine and I could feel it... soft and smooth... shifting between us all the way down my torso as she wriggled and struggled.

I kept up the mauling for another 30 seconds or so to make sure the opening act could be properly appreciated in later viewings, then released my hold around her neck to grab her other tit with my second hand and lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the mattress while she kicked and cried. When I reached it I swayed a bit to build momentum then swung her out hard so she was practically parallel about 4 feet off the floor, face up, while keeping my grip on her tits, then continuing the motion I hurled her straight down onto the top of the mattress hard enough her whole body bounced at least foot back into the air. The scream that started when she found herself flying towards the ground was cut off in a grunt as she rebounded off the mattress. As she landed again I was already climbing on top of her to straddle her stomach and grab her arms. I pressed them down to her sides and slid further up her body so I pinned them firmly between my legs and her body and as a bonus dropped my cock right between those magnificent tits. As soon as I felt those warm, soft globes of flesh jiggling against the sides of my dick as the little whore struggled against me I just had to take a moment to enjoy it. So I got another good hard grip on them and jammed them together around my shaft and started slowing stroking between them while I pinched and twisted her nipples.

Then I noticed the slut was turning her head away and squeezing her eyes shut, probably trying to shut out what was happening. That just wouldn't do...

Her hair had ended up fanned out all around her head. So I reached up, gathered a handful and yanked her head up, getting a gasp and popping her eyes open. Then I used my other hand to start pulling the rest of her hair out to the sides in both directions. Once I was done I put all my weight on one hand to pin her down by the chest as I levered myself up then I quickly jumped down and grabbed both her ankles. She started thrashing and kicking and screaming, knowing where that was leading... but she didn't have the strength to stop me, only slow me down a little. Soon enough I had pushed both her legs up so the top of her knees were pressed into her chest, squashing her breasts beneath them while I kept my grip on her ankles which were now sticking straight up above her. Her back was arching forward and her ass was pulled up into the air now, soon enough for that though. First things first...

I started leaning all my weight into her ankles, slowly forcing them further forward and straightening her knees... and she started to shreek. She didn't have the flexibility to go where I was putting her and the further I pushed the more the agony mounted...

"uuunngghhhhaaaaghhhhaaAAAAaaggHHHHAAAAAGHHHHOOOOO OOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWW!!!!!"

When I had her so her lower legs were pointing a bit past 45 degrees forward over her head I stopped, leaning my body in so her calves and heels were pressed together against my chest between my arms. If I pushed much further I'd probably tear something up pretty badly and it was early for that. I wouldn't even be able to keep her in this position for long, but seeing the agony she was in while I had her there and imagining the effect of the sounds she was making echoing through the other cell in the near future had my cock hard as steel. Once I was sure I had her legs braced with my body so she couldn't push them back I reached down with my right hand and grabbed the hair I'd stretched out to the right side of her head, then started rotating my wrist... twisting... twisting... twisting... working my way down the length and slowly forming a crude rope that I twisted tighter and tighter until I was satisfied. Then I pulled it up and looped it once around the top of her calf just below the knee and pulled it as tight as I could, then transferred the end of my "rope, to my left hand to hold the tension and grabbed her thrashing right arm. I pulled it up next to her leg and then the hair made another loop around it just above the elbow, pulling that tight as well so it was pressed close against the loop near her knee. Doing her other leg and arm was a little more awkward since I had to keep a grip on the end of the first rope of hair to keep the tension on it but a couple minutes later I had her all trussed up to my satisfaction. Once I leaned back her knees immediately bent back to a less painful position but she could only bring them away from her chest a few inches by pulling her head forward and pressing her chin to her chest.

I moved down to kneel behind her upturned ass and took in the view for a moment. In each hand I was holding the end of a length of her hair looped around my palm which then extended to wrap around her knees and elbows then back to the sides of her pretty little head.... which was currently yanked forward so she was staring straight down at me through her legs. Hew face was soaked with tears and she was blushed red from all the crying and screaming. Her tits were being squeezed in between her knees, bulging together into two creamy white mashed together mounds of flesh. Then the taught stretched out muscles along the backs of her thighs ran down on each side of her compressed stomach until they reached her young, ripe pussy lips... with my cock currently lying directly across them... and her tiny puckered little asshole that currently had my sack resting on it.

I gave a little tug on my improvised reins and her whole body jerked and rocked forward, sliding her pussy up and down against the bottom of my dick and bouncing my balls against her asshole... and increasing the volume of her whimpering. Perfect. I spent a couple more minutes playing with my new setup, jerking her up and down and toying with her while she imagined what was coming next before I transferred both lengths of hair to one hand then shifted so I was keeling beside her... running my other hand down the back of her leg and over her ass cheek, then sliding it into her crack and running my middle finger forward, directly over her puckered little anus which immediately twitched and contracted, then resting my hand on her cunt and rubbing while her sobbing and crying steadily increased. I loved that sound.

There were others I liked better though.

My arm came up, then flashed down as hard and fast as I could drive it... pulling on her hair with my other hand for leverage to put maximum force into it, and my hand smacked into her pussy with a ***SLAP*** that echoed off the walls a split second ahead of the piercing howl the little fucktoy let loose with. She desperately tried to twist and roll away but it was easy to control her with my grip on the "reins" and my hand rose and fell again and again and again. Her legs started jerking, and her head was yanked and twisted and bounced up and down as I continued punishing her twat. Watching it get more and more red and swollen and tender. After a minute of uninterrupted open handed blows I adjusted just a bit and drove a punch straight into her crotch before resuming the pussy spanking. Now she was screaming and begging for me to stop... which naturally motivated me to go even harder.

I started feeling moisture on my hand when it struck and the slapping sounds echoing around the cell started sounding more liquid... sure enough, her pussy was reacting to the "stimulation" it was receiving and she was getting wet. Hard to say if she's have preferred to be raped dry like her mother had been or after the beating I was giving her of course... but I'd already done the former today and variety was, after all, the spice of life.

I kept up the punishment for another full minute... sprinkling in two more punches. She was barely able to scream any more now, her voice was getting a little hoarse and she was having trouble catching her breath. I shifted back down behind her ass, worked the head of my cock into the opening of her pussy, then hammered it into her, driving my shaft through the bruising swollen flesh I'd just finished beating on. Her mom had taken my 2 and a half inch wide cock without much difficulty besides the pain of lack of lubrication... but I don't think her little girl had ever had anything that thick in her. The opening to her cunt resisted for a moment as it stretched, then the head popped past it and I stabbed into her. To my surprise and delight I felt the head of my cock smash into her cervix after only a few inches and I saw her eyes bulge as she let out some kind of rasping high pitched grunt of agony through teeth clenched together so tight I could see her jaw muscles spasming. I kept myself buried in her for several seconds, feeling her warm, wet convulsing cunt writhing around the end of my cock. Her pussy was already stimulated, which means she was already loosened up a bit. I'd stretch her out some more... but I still had 6 inches waiting to bury in her. No way was she going to take it all, which meant she was really about to take a beating. The little fucktoy's pussy was tiny! I marveled at my amazing luck, then I went to work.

I pulled almost all the way back out, then plunged in hard again, this time pulling hard on the two lines of hair in my hands and rocking her body into me violently. I felt my cock flex as I the head hammered into her cervix again. I quickly fell into a fast rhythm, slamming my cock into her over and over again while jerking her towards me with each thrust. Sometimes I'd only pull one side and then the other... forcing her head to be twisted back and forth while her body bounced off my dick again and again and again. She had her eyes squeezed shut again but she wasn't blocking this out... tears were pouring down her face, which was screwed up in absolute agony while she screamed her lungs out every time I bottomed out in her. I was beginning to stretch her out slightly, and another two inches of cock was disappearing inside her now. The earlier session with her mother was paying off, despite the absolute bliss of violating her tight clenching little twat while she jerked and shuddered and suffered under my control I was having no problems holding back from shooting her full of spunk... so the rape just went on, and on.

Finally I noticed she was no longer reacting as dramatically as I continued assaulting her, possibly starting to be numbed to the repetition. It was time to finish off the session anyway... and remembering her earlier reaction I knew the perfect way to get a last gasp of life out of her while I peaked. I brought my hands up, dropping the hair and grabbing her ankles in the same movement and then as I thrust into her again throwing all my weight forward. Her knees smashed up deeper into her chest again, squashing her breasts flat and making them bulge out, then her knees were driven straighter... maybe even slightly past where I'd maxed out with them before. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice and every muscle in her body almost seemed to be experiencing a seizure as she made an absolutely inhuman animal howl of pain which just went on and on as I ploughed into her, feeling my cum rising and then finally spewing into her.

I finished off several more strokes and thrusts, squirting every drop I could inside her before pulling out and releasing her legs... which immediately flopped straight down on either side of me. I stood up and stepped back and watched her curl on her side and begin crying uncontrollably. She might not even be hearing a word I was saying at this point, but I didn't really care... they weren't just for her after all.

"Well Kelly, I think we're done for the time being. That was quite an enjoyable little warm up session. Of course in the future we'll be getting a lot more serious about your treatment but since this was your first day I thought we should take it easy while we got acquainted.

We'll be meeting again soon."

And then I left.

[Nem]

Chapter 4: Conditioning

I spent the rest of the day catching up on errands, finishing off some projects, and tossing some food into the cells through a sliding shutter in the doors to keep the whores strength up enough that they’d remain entertaining. Then I decided to turn in for the night, but as I lay there thoughts of what the next morning was going to bring as I began progressing my plan filled my mind with anticipation. Eventually followed by the decision that nothing said that that had to wait for tomorrow. I needed something to tire me out so I could get a good night's rest, and I knew just what would do it.

Shortly afterwards I walked through the door of Sharon's cell. The image on the monitors seemed to show she'd fallen asleep so I entered carefully and silently. The doors, while heavy and strong, were newly installed and the hinges well greased and the bolts on the locks slid smoothly and quietly. I entered the room with almost no sound, and her prone body never even stirred. Maybe my restlessness was a blessing in disguise, I hadn't been planning on surprising her in her sleep but the idea had appeal. She was laying face down but twisted slightly to one side, her right leg drawn upwards slightly and her face turned in that direction and both her arms curled above her head. With her legs slightly spread I could see her pussy peeking out at me, still slightly swollen and red from the earlier assault that had also left the bloodstains on the single sheet beneath her.

Enough of playing the spectator though, I was on a timetable here.

I walked over next to her then grabbed her by the hair and arm, hauling her body around so her head was facing the door as she jerked away with a gasp. Before she had time to register what was happening I slammed her face down into the mattress then sat on her lower back, let go of her hair, and grabbed her other arm. I forced them both around behind her until her forearms crossed then grabbed them both in one fist. Then I reached back up and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back towards me as I spoke.

"Hello again Sharon. Did I wake you?"

"Ungh... oh god... fuck you!!!" she gasped.

"Now see, that's just rude. And here I am about to let you see your daughter! That kind of language makes me think maybe I should change my mind, but of course I did already set the timer so I suppose we'll just go a..... oh look, right on schedule." I finished, as the screen over the door came to life with the footage I'd set up to play before I'd come in. There was Kelly, pacing her cell earlier that morning just before I'd entered. I could see Sharon's attention was instantly focused completely on the monitor and felt her breathing quicken, then start to race as the screen showed me entering the room.

"I'm ashamed to admit, I completely forgot to tell her hello for you. She's just so delightfully distracting."

Then the recording of my earlier self started his speech, and I occupied myself holding her tightly restrained so she could enjoy the performance as I told Kelly all about my "special services" and clientele.

"It's all nonsense of course", I spoke into her ear as the dialog on the screen was reaching its conclusion. "But it amuses me. What do you think of the story?"

"You sick asshole! If you fucking hurt her..." ... and then I had to hold on tight when every muscle in her body went taught and she fought to get loose as she saw the me on the screen finish talking and advance on her little girl, grab her, and start mauling her.

"No! NOOO!!! I'll kill you!"

Damn she was fighting hard! I lost one of her arms as she wrenched it free. She tried to beat at me with it but it was impossible for her to put any force into it with me at her back and I wasn't in position for her to get an elbow on me. Then she tried using it to push her off the ground and help her buck me off of her while the image on the screen finished with fondling and moved towards the mattress. I really wanted her properly focused to appreciate the next part... so I slammed her face down hard into the mattress again then let go to use both my hands to get her arms back behind her back... then grabbed a fistful of her hair again and pulled back hard in time for her to see her daughter, with her ankles now firmly in my hands, start to have her legs forced up towards her chest. I had a firmer hold on her this time, she wasn't getting loose.

She struggled and screamed and cursed at me while Kelly's legs were driven beyond what they could tolerate and her howling scream of pain filled the room, not letting up at all as she watched me bind her legs and arms with her gorgeous hair. As the earlier me took hold of the lengths of hair and jerked and toyed with the sobbing crying girl on the screen Sharon started tiring under me, and sobbing and crying started breaking through the profanity she was hurling at me.

Then the beating started, and the threats made a comeback.

"You're dead! You sick asshole! You're fucking dead! Oh god!!!! Stop! Stooooopppp!!!"

"It's a little late for that, I'm not a time traveler you know." I answered, having to speak loudly enough to make myself heard over the sound of hand striking flesh and Kelly's shreiking response pumping out of the speakers. "No, there's no stopping what's coming up there. Aren't you enjoying the show? I almost never get to watch my work with an audience you know. Maybe you could give me a critique!"

Then she tensed underneath me as she saw how events on the screen were unfolding. My shift in position to line my cock up with Kelly's tender swollen cunt. A kind of high pitched whine started emitting from her throat, gaining volume and pitch quickly... then as she watched her little girl get fully violated by my raging cock she collapsed in hysterical gasping sobs and tears. All the fight went out of her, her eyes squeezed shut. I almost started beating her into submission to make her look back at the screen... but then I decided hearing it and the images that was creating in her mind would be just as good. So I let go of her hair, took one arm in each hand and pined them down by her sides, and lay on top of her so I could speak into her ear with those lovely sounds as the background music.

"Now, listen up. If you want sweet little Kelly there to survive her stay here you need to understand, completely, what I'm about to tell you. Are you listening?"

She made some incomprehensible gasping sound...

"Are You Listening!?!?"

"Yeee-eh-eh-esss..."

"Good. Now let's run down the list first.

One. That steel collar around your neck? It can't be picked. You can't break it off. And the key never even enters this room. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Two. You would need a jackhammer to get those bolts on the other end of the chain out of the floor. Understand?"

"Yes!"

"Three. These rooms are completely soundproof. The hall outside these rooms is also completely soundproof. The door to this room is never open at the same time as the door out of that hallway. You can never, ever, ever make enough noise for anyone to ever hear you. Understand?"

Nothing but sobbing and tears...

"UNDERSTAND!?!?" I screamed into her ear.

"Yes!" She hissed.

"I think you're starting to get the picture... so I'm going to skip to the point. Very soon you're going to have my cock buried in your throat. When that happens you might start getting certain ideas. Maybe you'll think you can chomp down and force me to let you go... that's there the key to the collar never entering this room comes in. Couldn't let you out if I wanted to.

You might think if you bite me bad enough you could stop me from fucking you and your little girl. Maybe true. Of course if that happens I'll have to find another way to amuse myself with you. Something involving a blowtorch probably. Do I have to go into more detail on that? Do I?!?"

"No-o-o"... she was starting to sob again. The hopelessness of her situation starting to sink in.

"You might even think you could do enough damage while I'm in there that you could take me out with shock and blood loss. First, not likely honey. Second... if you did you'd wish you didn't. See, you probably already grasp that you and Kelly would be left here slowly starving to death. Maybe you even think that would be better than what you're going through now. That is not, however, what would happen.

"See, I own some dogs. Big, unfriendly dogs. And whenever I'm in here, they're in their cages. Cages with doors that open into the hall outside. Doors on 72 hour timers that are triggered automatically when I enter my little facility here. Now... see those food slots on the bottom of the door there? The ones I tossed your dinner through earlier? They can be pushed open from the outside. The dogs know how. And they know to expect to find food in here when they do.

Now, I want you to imagine young Kelly sitting in that room for three days, alone, with no food and no contact... getting hungrier, and weaker... then the dogs come through the slot. Big, starving, slavering dogs. Then I want you to imagine her being ripped apart, shredded by tooth and claw. And now you tell me if you think she'd prefer that to spending some more time having me play with her until my little game here is done and then going on with the rest of her life?"

...

"ANSWER! Think she'd thank you for that?"

"Fuck you! I'll do what you want! I get it! Just fuck you!!!"

I watched her, lying there, no longer struggling, dejected, soaked by tears as Kelly's grunting yelping screams continued to echo through the room... yep, she grasped the situation. Of course the dogs were pure bullshit, but the claim served its purpose of focusing her mind on the hopelessness of her situation. Of course, it remained to be put to the test. The responsible thing for me to do would be to forget about it, shove a jaw spreader in her mouth to lock her jaw open and work her over that way... but it just wasn't the same. Time to roll the dice.

I got up and pulled her onto her hands and knees. If I remembered the timing right the girl on that screen should be letting out one hell of a screech in a few more minutes and I really wanted my balls bouncing off this whore's chin when that happened. I was getting tired of speaking to her though, so I knelt in front of her, stretching her head back with my grip on her hair, and lined my cock up with her mouth. She tried turning to the side, and my other hand came slashing down to slap her face hard once, twice, three times... then gripped her jaw and squeezed hard until she opened wide and my dick pushed forward between her lips. Her wet, warm tongue pushed against the bottom of my prick. I slowly, steadily plowed forward. An inch... another... another.... she let out a muffled alarmed moan as I pushed back further, the head of my cock approaching the back of her throat... and I felt her teeth make contact as she instinctively tried to stop me from pushing deeper.

"I feel those fucking teeth again and I will go get that blowtorch I mentioned and pay Kelly another visit just to illustrate the fucking point. OPEN!!! And keep those goddamn hands on the ground!"

Her jaw stretched open as far as it could reach, and I pressed my hand against the back of her head and pressed further. I hit the back of her throat and she started gagging and heaving... trying not to vomit. I pressed harder, felt her windpipe start to stretch around my dick as it began sliding down her spasming throat. 6 inches down, 3 to go... I yanked her head into my crotch and jerked my hips forward, burying my cock the rest of the way, jamming her nose against my body and feeling her chin hit my sack... then I thrust fast and hard, withdrawing a couple inches then hammering back in a half dozen times while she tried to yell but only produced muffled groans that vibrated up my shaft until her stomach clenched, her back arched, and I felt the bile forced past my cock just before it sprayed out of her mouth and nose. I pulled back out just enough for her to hack and cough and get a breath, then shoved her head back down until her lips were pressed against the base of my cock again and went right back to work on her throat. Short, hard, fast strokes in and out... keeping one hand on the back of her head I reached the other one around under her throat and grabbed her by the neck for more leverage. I could feel her throat stretching and contracting, my cock driving in and out while her gagging, choking, and desperate muffled attempts to beg for air kept humming against my dick. Her hands came up trying to push me back so she could breath and I drove in harder, ramming her face down into my crotch and holding it there and another load of puke flowed past my cock and out her mouth and nose. I let her go then and she collapsed on the mattress, choking and gagging and gasping for breath. I waited a few moments until she'd inhaled a few deep lungfuls of air, then grabbed her arm near the shoulder and threw her sideways so she rolled onto her back, then pulled her forward until her head hung slightly off the edge of the mattress and slapped her face and squeezed her jaw again to remind her what was required now. She was almost hyperventilating now, her eyes were panicked, her face covered in puke and spit just like the cock I was dangling above her face but she opened wide again then she squeezed her crying eyes shut against the goo starting to drip up her face now that her head was tilted back and I grabbed both her arms, pinned them to the mattress beside her, and drove my shaft back in to the hilt until the base of my cock hit her face and drove her head back deep into the edge of the mattress behind it. I'd been keeping my attention on the screen while I'd been raping her throat and knew that massive scream of agony I was expecting should be coming right about... now.

Looking down I could see Sharon's eyes snap open under my cock, and the upside down screen was directly in front of her between my spread thighs, giving her a clear view of her baby girl screaming in horror and pain while her legs were driven back to a tortuous angle and her pussy continued to be violently penetrated. I couldn't tell if the sound she tried to make through her raped throat then was screaming in anguish or yelling in fury but whatever it was it had volume that made it feel like my dick was buried in some kind of mechanical vibrator that had just clamped down around it and been turned up a few setting. I was really testing her control now, but her mouth stayed stretched open as wide as it would go and I began fucking her face viciously, bouncing her head into the edge of the mattress over and over while I felt my balls constricting, getting ready to blow. She puked again but I gave her no relief this time, plowing into her again and again then burying myself as deep as I could go and holding it there while I pumped cum down her throat and she kicked and twisted and thrashed desperately trying to breath... then I pulled out and let her go to watch her retch and choke and try to breath all at the same time. When I thought she'd recovered just enough to register what I was saying I spoke again.

"Well, it looks like you did understand your situation, my blowtorch can stay in the garage. That's good, I really do prefer a more... intimate and physical method for interacting with my playthings. I think we've accomplished what we needed to tonight."

And I turned to walk away...

"Wait!" She barely managed to rasp out... "You said..." and then she collapsed into hacking coughs again...

"I said...?" I prodded.

"You said... 'when your game is done'...."

I thought that would have got her attention.

"Ah, you want to know when you and your little girl get to leave? Is that it?"

That received a pathetic nodding of her head, speaking as much as she had apparently pushing her abused throat to the limit...

"Like I said, we've accomplished what we needed to tonight. You've accepted certain realities of your situation, which is necessary before you're going to be able to do what you need to do to satisfy me and end your stay here. As for the rest of the activities we're going to be enjoying together, those explanations are for another time. I wouldn't want to use up all our conversation subjects in one night now would I? What would we talk about when I'm raping you tomorrow?"

And I walked out, passing under the screen which now showed Kelly alone in her cell curled up in the fetal position and crying her eyes out... locked everything down, and went upstairs to get some sleep.

[Nem]

Chapter 5: Indulgence

I woke up the next day refreshed and full of energy. I hadn't felt this alive in years. I'd originally planned to be educating Sharon this morning but since I'd gotten ahead of myself last night I had leisure time now. I went down and tossed some breakfast into both cells then spent some time video editing the footage from the last day for my future reminiscing. Of course that could only be done for so long before watching the last day's action had me ready to start today's.

The question was who to go to first. Sharon was the one who was going to need the most work, getting her to do what was necessary and do it properly was going to require breaking her down further than I'd needed to make her keep her mouth open last night. On the other hand... hot as hell 18 year old fuckdoll behind door #2. Decisions, decisions.... screw it, Sharon could wait. I was in an indulging kind of mood and I really wanted to see how Kelly's throat compared to mommy's.

Not too long later I had her whimpering on her knees in front of me in the center of her cell. A simple repeat performance laying out the reality of her situation had done the job, with no need of any nonsense about dogs or consequences to others requires. As far as she was concerned her only worry was saving her own skin after all, making it clear the only way out (not to mention avoiding horrific tortuous punishment) involved keeping her mouth under control accomplished everything I needed. So there she knelt, eyes closed, sobbing and sniffling, waiting for it to begin.

She had her legs bent underneath her with her ass on her heels, placing her mouth slightly lower than my cock. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back, arching her back until she was looking almost straight at the ceiling and I'd have a straight shot down her throat, then straddled her body so my dick was hanging directly over her face, watching the ends of her hair almost brushing the floor behind her as it swayed.

"Open. Now."

Hew pretty little mouth formed a small "o" barely big enough to fit around my thumb, she had an amazingly small mouth but that wasn't even trying. I hauled back and smacked her across the face and repeated my demand over her gasping little scream and she opened up properly, straining her jaw... and still only produced an opening barely larger around then my cock. Tight fit, but nothing wrong with that. I dropped the head of my cock between her lips and pushed it down 3 or 4 inches into her mouth. She was already making distressed gagging sounds... it was like she'd never sucked cock before in her life. Maybe she hadn't, selfish little whore. I knew she was no virgin when I acquired her, she definitely should have swallowed some dick by now. My curiosity got the better of me and I pulled out and asked her, and her little head shake confirmed it. Never had a cock in her mouth in her life.

Well, well, well... this was going to be a learning experience for her.

I pushed back down into her to the same point where she started gagging, feeling her tongue thrashing around under my dick trying to push it out while my head was pressed against the roof of her mouth.

"Stick your tongue out."

She might have tried to say something, but all that came out was more gagging "mmphhnnphnnngggghhh" sounds. I felt her tongue slide forward slightly over her teeth and then she brought her hands up to try and push me away as her stomach heaved and I slapped them down.

"Hands behind your fucking back! Now! That's right... grab your elbows! Now hold onto them. You let go and you'll pay, understand?"

She nodded her head slightly up and down with my cock still shoved in her mouth.

"Now. Stick. Your. Tongue. OUT! As far as it'll go!"

This time I felt it squeeze between the tiny space left between the bottom of my shaft and her teeth. Fuck that felt good. I bobbed up and down just barely an inch, stroking myself along her tongue but keeping far enough out that she was able to control her gag reflex... taking my time and letting her begin to believe that was as far as I was going to go and relax just a little. I kept that up for almost a minute, listening to the slurping and moaning sounds coming from the clueless little slut as I slid my other hand around the back of her head to take a two-handed grip on her. Then I tensed hard so she couldn't pull away and dropped all my weight down, driving all the way down her throat like a pile driver until my balls squashed her protruding tongue against her lower lip and following through several more inches, forcing her head back towards the floor. Her eyes bugged out, her tongue pulled back in, her arms shot up to grab at my hips and try to push me away and as I held her in place she heaved and puked all over her face, the vomit spurting out around my dick, running up into her nose and dripping down her hair towards the floor while she thrashed and struggled to break away from me and clear her airway. I bore down harder, locking her head in place and holding her while muffled panicked sounds added their vibrations to the spasming throat muscles desperately trying to expel the foreign object choking her. Then I released her and let her collapse to the ground while I walked to the door and let myself out.

I was back in seconds, carrying several sets of cuffs and a supple leather strap. She didn't notice at first, being too busy trying to get her breath back and clear the puke out of her airway, but it got her attention when I dropped them on the floor beside her then grabbed her by the hair again and shoved her face first into the mattress and knelt on her back.

"What did I tell you about your hands Kelly? Now you just made things worse for yourself."

I cuffed her hands behind her back then flipped her over onto her stomach and grabbed an ankle, slapping another cuff around it then dragging it out to the side to snap the other end around one of the eyebolts I'd set in the floor. She tried to thrash and kick her other leg so I couldn't grab it too but that only slowed me down a little before I had her legs chained wide apart. Then I had to shift the mattress so I could get the edge of it under her head and lean it back.

"Now, let's try this again. OPEN!"

As soon as her sobbing mouth popped open I jammed my cock back into it until it hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and puke again but I just bore down and pushed forward until I was all the way down her throat with my sack resting on her slimy nose while she thrashed and struggled and let out more of her muffled choking squeals around my cock. Then I pulled out until I heard her gasp in a breath and plunged back in again and started short violent thrusts, plowing her tight little throat but not pulling back far enough for her to breath. I could see her neck bulging as I forced myself up and down it and she heaved another load of bile around my prick, into her mouth, and all over her face and I kept going for another 20 or 30 seconds. Then I pulled out enough for her to breathe again... one gasp, two, three... and I slammed back down her windpipe again. Then I set up a rhythm. Driving in, holding for a few seconds, back out for one breath. Over, and over, and over. She was absolutely panicking for the first couple minutes, but finally she looked like she was figuring out how to adjust to the pattern.

Then I slammed in again... held myself pressed as far down her throat as I could, and my hand came around and down with the leather strap and whipped it down across her pussy. She didn't have enough breath for a proper scream but the spasms her body went into felt incredible as her mouth snapped wide open with a gagged rasping noise, then it closed partially and I felt teeth pressing on my shaft. I immediately smacked her across the face to focus her attention and screamed at her about the far worse consequences she was going to bring on herself if she didn't keep her fucking mouth wide open, the teeth separated again and I pulled out enough for her to catch another couple of breaths. Then I drove down again in time with another lash of the strap across her pussy even harder this time and settled into a new rhythm. Out, breath, thrust in and lash and feel the (attempted) scream and spasming. I kept it up for several minutes.. she dry heaved several more times but had nothing much left to puke up... and by the end she almost seemed to be getting a bit of a handle on her gag reflex... or maybe she was just getting too numb and exhausted to react as strongly to the continuing violation of her throat. I was starting to draw blood on her pussy and was ready to cum so I set the strap aside to use both hands to brace myself on either side of her body then started fucking her skull as fast as I could, bouncing her head back against the mattress like some kind of rag doll while her body went wild struggling against it's restraint... but she kept her mouth open still. I'd done a sufficient job instilling that fear in her. Then I plunged in one last time and held myself down her throat while I pumped sperm towards her stomach, not pulling out again until I'd drained myself.

I left after taking the cuffs back off, this had turned out to be a great session. I hadn't anticipated defiling virgin territory this morning, and her failure to control her hands under the strain had given me an excuse to take it to another level. Not that I needed an excuse of course, but I liked making them think they had some tiny degree of control over their lives still. At least in the beginning. It left something to take away later to make sure I wouldn't get bored with them too early.

[Nem]

Chapter 6: Casting

As much fun as playing with Kelly was, I really did need to get back to work on Sharon now that I had rested up and refilled my energy reserves. Kelly was just a pure pleasure toy that uniquely suited my purposes of the moment but Sharon still had to be made to fully pay for carelessly ruining my previous plan and breaking my chosen plaything, and raping the living shit out of her while making her witness the same happening to her daughter was just a good start on that. She was going to play a role in bringing the worst of the pain on herself, just like she's brought this entire situation on herself... and it was time she started learning her lines.

This time when I walked through the door of her cell she didn't even get up from the mattress she was laying on, she just curled into a tighter ball and whimpered... she'd obviously resigned herself to the fact that her only way through this was to ride it out and was now thinking that she just had to outlast my interest in using her. Time to disabuse her of that notion.

I walked over and grabbed her by an arm, pulled her onto her stomach, then ordered her to lift her ass in the air while keeping her face and chest down. Just thinking of what today's session held had me hard before I even walked in so I immediately knelt down behind her and started violently forcing my way into her dry pussy in a repeat of the first day's treatment. I still regretted not having a longer go at her that time and making up for it now would be fun. As I tore into her, going deeper with each jerking thrust, she sobbed and yelped in pain. I decided this was going to be my preferred method of fucking her, compared to her daughter's tight little holes doing Sharon wet would be like fucking a door but getting things started this way definitely had it's appeal.

Once I was buried all the way inside her I pushed forward and forced her flat onto her stomach and kneed her legs apart, then pulled her head back and started speaking into her ear while I kept punishing her raw cunt with hard violent jabs of my cock.

"Now, I believe you wanted to talk about when you and Kelly get to leave?"

"nngh... NNNGHH... yyyyoooOOOWWWWW.... YES!!" she gasped...

Well, that will happen after I'm satisfied you've suffered enough Sharon. You see, you're the reason both of you are here. Do you remember a little Korean girl? A few months ago? And a reckless bit of driving on your part? REMEMBER????"

"ugh... it uuuUUGHHHH... it wannnGGHHH oh god... was an accident!!!"

"I don't give a shit Sharon. That girl was very, very special to me and you messed her up pretty bad. That pissed me off. A lot. So now you're paying the price. Part of that price is the violation you're experiencing right now. And part of it is having to watch what I do to little Kelly. But that's not quite enough. If you want to get yourself and your daughter out of here you need to make a sacrifice. You need to take on the kind of pain and anguish I can't inflict on you myself. That's the way to free you, and to free Kelly. Are you listening?"

"YES! NNNGGGHHHOOOoooOOOOWWWWW... just teuuunnnghhhh... tell me what to do!!!!"

"Remember that little session of mine and Kelly's I made you watch last night? I'm sure you do. There was a story I told her at the beginning of it. Do you remember that? A ridiculous little fairy tale about how I was doing this to her because I'd been hired by some sick sadist in her life to punish and degrade her? Remember the story Sharon?"

"YESSS!!!"

I stopped thrusting into her, holding myself buried deep and letting her focus fully on my next words...

"Well, if you want to get out of here, and if you want to get Kelly out of here, you need to convince her that you're my employer."

I watched the look of confusion and disbelief wash across her face as she processed what that meant, and the sheer horror as it began to dawn on her what that would involve, then she broke down completely... tears streaming down her face, sobbing so hard she was almost hyperventilating, I couldn't help but start thrusting into her some more I was enjoying it so much... but after a while I decided to snap her out of it. I'd allowed plenty of time on the timer this session to give me slack for bringing her up to speed but I didn't have forever before that monitor turned on and I needed Sharon to pay attention and start accepting her role. So I stopped raping her again and bounced her face off the mattress a half dozen times or so and yelled into her ear.

"Hey! FOCUS! You screw this up and you and Kelly both never leave here! And I swear I'll make what you've experienced so far seem like fucking paradise! Are you hearing me?"

She spastically nodded her head up and down, still unable to speak intelligibly through her gasping sobs and I finished explaining the situation to her. That she wasn't going to be allowed to even try and pull off the performance required to free herself and Kelly until I was satisfied she could do it convincingly, and the only way to do that was to show she could act the part, spontaneously, while under stress. Which meant that from now on while she was being raped and watching her daughter being violated she would be required to verbally encourage my image on the screen. To express sincere appreciation when I was especially creative at violating or tormenting her little girl. To offer suggestions for how I should abuse her next. And to do so in a tone voice which made me believe she was getting off on it. When she was able to do this convincingly and off the cuff to my satisfaction then I'd let her try one performance, live, in Kelly's cell. And if she pulled it off then one week later (after Kelly had had time to live with the belief her mother had done this to her, and Sharon had time to live with the knowledge that she believed it and the memory of making her do so) I'd let them both go. Neither of them had seen my face or knew where they were, nobody could ever trace the nature of my connection to the girl she'd hit, I was untouchable and would be satisfied the price had been paid.

If she refused, she was going to spend the rest of her life watching me slowly rape and torture Kelly to death while I did the same to her, making sure she lasted longer.

She accepted, although it took quite a long time to get past the screaming and crying and cursing.

A few minutes after that the video monitor came to life, and my earlier throat rape of her little girl began playing. I listened to Sharon trying to pretend to be cheering me on and think up depraved suggestions for me to try while she stared in anguish at the screen with tears streaming down her face and I yanked her back to her knees to fuck her doggy-style, but it was pathetic... as expected. She could barely get 3 words out without choking up and sobbing and crying. After I finished filling her pussy with cum and was on my way out I told her so and instructed her to spend her time until my next visit figuring out how to improve fast or she was going to be here a long time. And that although I had to keep her in relatively good physical shape so she would be able to play her part later, no such restriction applied to Kelly and she was going to be suffering mounting degrees of damage if Sharon slacked off.

[jwham]

That is bar none the best story I have read in a LONG long time, Nem, very descriptive and excellently written! I was captivated from start to finish! Whether you change your mind and add to this story or write others, I will be looking forward to reading more of your writing in the future! + Rep!

[Nem]

Originally Posted by jwham

That is bar none the best story I have read in a LONG long time, Nem, very descriptive and excellently written! I was captivated from start to finish! Whether you change your mind and add to this story or write others, I will be looking forward to reading more of your writing in the future! + Rep!

Thanks jwham. I'm brainstorming my next victim/storyline now actually so maybe I'll have something else to post before too long. Probably won't be quite this length though...