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Story Index No. 1, Teen slaves and selling girls

Story Index No. 2 Prisons and mistreated prisoners

Story Index No. 2.5 Slaves, Littles and daughters

Story Index No. 3 Training and brutal predicaments

Story Index No. 4 MILFs, Fat ones and mother/daughter

Story Index No. 5 Kidnapping and Nasty.. Part I

Story Index No. 6 More Nasty, Part II

Story Index No. 7 Chapter stories, incl Raina & Nyasia including Helen Hardstone

These two chunky specimens are both up for sale. The one on the left has not even spent a full 24 hours yet, forcibly enslaved, forcibly made to display her thick and ample female parts in order that the rowdy crowd of rich and deviant men may make a bid on owning her, much to her shock and increasing terror.

The other one, the one with huge tits maimed by cigarette burns, rope burns and a nasty needle ripped through her nipple, has been here much longer. Too long for any normal human being to suffer.

But the men who run this secret business and hunt for females to sell as sex slaves and pain toys, they don’t care about how badly these ugly fat cunts get abused. 

These disposable fat ones, these rejects, these women who just happened to get snatched up by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The men who took them just hope to sell them at the end of the day, week or in the case of this poor ugly chunky middle aged woman, hopefully this month, and to hopefully make some sort of return on keeping these ugly fat bitches alive.

She’s been offered up for sale over and over since being abducted and brought to this place. But no there’s been no takers yet. Though her daughter managed to sell the first night her curvy teenage ass was put up for sale.

And the more auctions this despondent and distressed woman is put through, and the more time her fat ass is hauled back down into the dank bowels of this dark and perverted establishment as she screams for her daughter, the more the staff enjoy abusing her and making her life hell.

Like how in preparation for tonight’s auction, a couple days ago the men had the fun idea to stuff her ass with a giant steel plug. A plug from which a cowbell dangles and rings as she waddles around in her strict unrelenting ankle bondage.

Though at the time they forced it deep into her ass, she was not really able to waddle around since thick ropes cruelly choked both of her tits to basically black and blue.

Ropes that then ascended to the rafters of the basement she was trapped in and kept her on her toes while they delighted in whipping her ass and thighs and the chain smoking ‘handlers’ tormenting her, took turns grinding out their glowing cigarette butts on her tit.

With her hands cuffed and locked up high behind her to the back of her thick neck chafing collar, she could not fend off any of their gratuitous canings or whippings. 

She could only hang there by her distended and tortured tits, screaming and wailing and begging for a mercy that will never come as she listened to them start to call her ‘Fuck Pig’, like the words they also went and burned into her flesh.

The only way the needless torment would end, they only thing she could hope for was either to be let down and placed on her knees for performing endless amounts of cock sucking, or laid out on the world’s most soiled mattress and then hopefully just fucked… or maybe lastly….dragged up and out to the auction hall, once again, and then hopefully sold to some pervert who would take her from this hellish place.

And there is an auction tonight, and at the end of it, after all the shapely and sexy young product has sold, they’ll drag Fuck Pig’s fat ass up onto the stage to try see if they can sell it for cheap.

But, let’s not forget there is also the other chunky woman being put up for sale, the new arrival. And once she sees the horrific life she can expect, if she doesn’t sell right away, well that may just be the only incentive she needs to make herself the most desirable of the cheap fat cunts left to sell and leave poor Fuck Pig unsold and screaming as she is dragged back down into hell.

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Slave Transport Model ST003

Another fine product from the Institute of Deviance and Degradation

A re-edit and re-post

Gerald sat at his laptop clicking through his emails. Deleting ad after ad for penis enlargers until he came to his favourite monthly sales pitch.

Clicking on the email from InstitueDD.com, he was more then curious to see what the brand new IDD model ST003, mentioned in the subject line was. 

The email opened and embedded in it was a video that made his recently used dick reharden instantly.

The camera was zoomed in and focused on the pained and distressed, ball gagged face, of a young woman. She was pretty with long dark hair. Her teary and panicked eyes were darting back and forth. Her fear was utterly palpable as the camera slowly began to pan back.

Then a deep male voiceover began. It was smooth and definitely pleased with the perversion being shown on the screen. Gerald was wondering if the man had actually been there in person when filming. 

It was a question that was soon answered as the camera pulled back to show the entire, trembling and naked body of a very young whimpering woman. Her body and limbs were confined to an apparatus in the strictest and most unrelenting of ways. 

Then a dark-skinned man, muscular and well dressed, stepped into the side of the shot. He patted the head of the visibly frightened and uncomfortable looking woman.

“Welcome friends, welcome to the future of slave transport. I present to you the Institute of Deviance and Degradation’s latest slave transport device. The ST003.”

“As you can see by the example of this very pretty,18 year old, and newly acquired test slave we currently have locked into the transportation device, this piece of titanium machined equipment allows for complete control and long term immobilization of your current slave or a newly purchased one. Watch this for example.”

The man held out a small remote device in his hand which he triggered with a grin. Beside him the suffering young woman’s eyes shot open, even wider. Her limbs and torso quaking. 

Her rigidly stuck head was trying to shake a little, as she howled around the large ball gag in her mouth. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes which then clamped shut as the man once again triggered his remote. 

“Notice there is barely any flex in the rigid metal posts as she fights against the restraints and suffers thru the excruciating electrical shocks that the IDD pubic and clitoral shock unit, attached to her crotch belt, delivers. The pubic shock unit and its belt system, is a behaviour modification tool that comes standard with every ST003 device.”

Gerald leaned in closer to the screen to get a better look at the shock control device. He began to stroke his cock without even realizing it as he watched the presentation with aroused intense interest.   

“Along with the titanium supports and base, the ST003 comes with a highly adjustable leather armbinder, titanium quick locking ankle cuffs and a quick locking steel collar.”

The man pointed to the thick metal collar keeping the young woman’s trembling head almost rigidly fixed. Then he tapped her quivering drool covered chin.

“And the ST003 collar system comes complete with an added posture spike. For making your slave remain in a wide range of obedient and punishing positions. We all know that no matter how long you’ve owned a pretty slave bitch, they all need some extra reminding of their place in the world.”

The man on the screen then tapped the center of the girl’s large sized ball gag. She groaned as he traced the indentations the snug straps made around her cheeks. Drops of drool oozed off her quivering lower lip and Gerald groaned in pleasure himself.

The man on the screen lowered his hands and caressed each of the loudly snivelling girl’s cruelly steel ringed choked tits. He grabbed hold of her savagely clamped nipples and twisted them without a thought as he turned to address the camera.

Over her loud anguished shrieks he added,

“So not satisfied with her mouth height? Then attach that included posture spike and instill in her some proper form. Like our young slave here, is learning now.”

He slapped her tear covered face lightly and then smiling at her, he stated, 

”I bet slave, the next time you are commanded to suck on your handler’s cock, even if his mighty dick has just been buried six inches deep in your nearby whiny sister’s snug ass, you’ll be a good little slave slut and suck it clean and dry, right!”

There was the slightest distraught nod from the anguished girl. Then the man returned his gaze to speak at the camera.

“And speaking of proper form, proper mouth height and obedient sucking, the ST003’s collar locking system allows for various slave heights. All quickly adjusted with one bolt. So, the ST003 becomes not just a device to safely move your slaves around without fear of escape or reluctant behaviour, but it also is a device to leave them restrained in while you enjoy the pleasures of their lips, their tongues and their mouths.” The man winked at the camera.

“In fact, we’ve already heard from some satisfied customers who after putting their reluctant slaves into the ST003 for the first time, have decided to just keep the bawling and snivelling cunts locked in the device permanently. After all, moving enslaved pieces of ass and tits around in the ST003 is a breeze compared to forcing a heavily shackled cunt to trudge somewhere, especially if they don’t want to go!”

He strode around to the back of the platform, putting his shiny black loafer on the smooth steel deck, between the girl’s wriggling white socked feet. 

With just a slight movement of the toe of his shoe, he moved the platform silently back and forth. The wheels rolling perfectly below her as she increased the volume of her soft sobs.

“It’s perfectly engineered, with top of the line bearings and friction reducing wheels. Haul your slave around without the fear of being heard, as long as she’s gagged properly. In fact, the bearings are so brilliant, you can even hook it up to a dog or another slave, of any size…And any weight of slave, be it a skinny bitch starving on a diet of just semen, or fat cow in need of visiting a milking machine, all can be harnessed and locked to the ST003. And all can easily be pulled around!”

He strode back around to the front of the apparatus and there the man on the screen reached out and pinched her clamped right nipple. He put his finger thru the fresh nipple ring piercing her painfully bound tit and he gave it the tiniest pull. 

She shrieked as he pulled on the ring attached to her pinched nipple bud. The entire platform, with nary a sound, moved silently and smoothly forward. He continued to lead her around the nondescript concrete walled room by her nipple ring. He was oblivious to her whining and gagged squealing as he continued speaking.

“And if your slave doesn’t have convenient nipple rings to haul her around by, though we do recommend you do get her a pair, but in any case, then look at how we designed this part here.” 

He pointed at the base of the platform and then up high to a bar stuck out over the whimpering girl’s head. Her eyes were now fearfully staring at the overhead bar.

“Two towing points at the front. One in the base and another in the adjustable and fully removable overhead multi function bar. Why do we call it multi function? Because it has a variety of uses. From towing to being used for tying off rope or locking off a length of chain.”

He then lightly swatted the torturous looking phallic instrument dangling from the last hole. It swayed there ominously as the cruelly imprisoned young woman began to make deep guttural sobs again.

“These predrilled holes allow for various hitching points. For example, our reluctant model here has been learning to live with having her tits permanently choked with bolted on steel. Both her lovely tits now permanently wear IDD BR100 breast rings.”

The man traced his large fingers around the girl’s tightened breast flesh, right where the metal band cut into her chest flesh. He gave one a squeeze and then said,

“These tight and uncomfortable rings, once bolted around a well deserving slave’s tits, make for great points to attach more chains, or in this case rope. They can then be used to drag your slave around, suspend her high, or lock her low! Or, as we are showing you here, just another way to make her feel deeply, uncomfortably, and inescapably captive and secured.”

He chuckled as he let go of her right tit, but not before giving her nipple another gratuitously and wholly unnecessary harsh twist. Over her pained shriek he added, 

“And the predrilled holes are a nice place to hang your favourite punishing tools, dead in the terrified face of your misbehaving slave cunt, so she knows what instrument of cunt stretching torment could…oh let’s be honest…Will…eventually be used against her. That right dear slave?”

He swatted the dangling phallic instrument, so it swayed ominously in her face, his grin was lecherously wide as he turned and addressed the camera. 

“In fact, act now and order your ST003 slave transport and we’ll throw in one of these lovely new IDD model DS50 dildos. A high quality IDD product actually tested out dozens of times here on slave 107107 and her equally hot looking sister, product tester number 107108.”

The man on the screen patted the snivelling young woman on the head and then energetically added,

“Both of these adorable slave sluts can attest to the deeply uncomfortable and downright painful width and depth of this latest model. Pump it into your slave’s snug cunt or better yet, hammer it into her tight asshole and you will be rewarded with cries, screams and begging the likes of which you’ve quite possibly never heard before.”

The visibly excited man adjusted his bulging crotch. He easily spun the entire device around, so the terrified girl’s trembling back faced the camera. Gerald by now was panting and gripping his dick as he watched the screen.

“Also friends, if you buy now, we’ll even give you a colour selection for the leather arm binder kit and pubic, clitoral shock unit. The leather can be purchased in red, blue, or common black. And heck, we’ll even throw in a brand new IDD cherry red, extra large, ball gag, just like this one keeping our terrified model perfectly wordless.”

Then the man became even more excited as her spun the wheeled transport back around. Gerald too was overly excited and was stroking his dick hard now as he watched the terrified girl on the screen try and wriggle in the strict restraints. Her face was overly anguished as the man said,

“But act soon! This low low price of only $699 for the entire platform and kit won’t last long. Regular price after this special introduction is supposed to be $999, with no DS50 dildo thrown in. That will cost you extra.“

With a wide grinning laugh the man joked, “And sorry, but that amazing price doesn’t include this hot little slut. Sorry, but she stays here with her equally pretty and scream loving sister.  Both we need to use in fully and thoroughly testing out many more of our wonderfully sadistic IDD products.”

“In fact, while I leave you to pick up that phone or hop on our dark web portal to order, I think we’ll test how well the neck height adjuster works on this device. Keep the video running as you order, and we’ll demonstrate how a slave’s mouth can be kept at just that perfect height…to bury your cock in!”

Gerald’s hand was pumping furiously now as the man on the screen made short work of removing the blubbering girl’s gag. 

And before she could even loosen her stiff jaws up to beg he had rammed his extremely large cock into her mouth. He only had to use the pubic mound shock device twice to make her comply with fully swallowing his dick.

Gerald then made his ‘O’ face, his cock jettisoning a load all over his keyboard and screen. He swore and then turned down the computer’s volume as the girl’s cock muffled shrieks started up again, from the cruel twisting of her clamped nipples.

But even with the volume turned right down, there was still the sobbing sounds of a terrified female filling the room. So Gerald swivelled around in his beaten up computer chair, his glistening cum smeared cock still jutting out as he stood up.

With two easy steps, his jutting out cock was now dripping down onto the ring gagged face of a horrified teenager laying on a most filthy and stained mattress. 

Her slim arms were bound brutally behind her back in an overly cruel and nasty reverse prayer. Her bare legs and socked feet were bent back up to her bare, but red streaked ass.

The contorted look of her legs being entirely due to her tied tight and wriggling feet, being roped devilishly back up to her neck. Her ankles pulling on a rope, that with the right amount of force would cause herself to choke out any chance of air getting down her throat.

She rocked there sobbing and in shock. Her plaid school skirt was pulled up high to her waist and showing the shredded remnants of her pink panties and her red streaked, belt lashed bum cheeks.

“So, what do you think, Princess. Should I get you one of those? It will make moving you around, so you never get found, so bloody easy and convenient. And I think for 700 bucks, we can get the price down to like an affordable 60 to 70 bucks a year, when you think about how long you’ll be using it.”

Gerald dropped to his knees on the mattress and then easily forced his dick into her forced open and  wailing mouth. His decision to buy the device made, as he said, 

She's one of Dr. Berringer's favorites, but she probably wishes she wasn't.

Why? because her long drawn out bouts of screaming are particularly appealing to the sadistic and power loving doctor.

And she can scream, a lot.

In fact her wailing, shrieking and sobbing will go on and on, for what one wouldn't think humanly possible.

Even after the Doctor as long left the sterile barren small room he keeps her in and the pain from the gratuitous tortures he has put her through have somewhat subsided, she’ll continue to shriek, wail and beg for of all people, her mother.

A webcam and microphone well placed in the room, streamed to his computer has allowed him to realize this.

And even when he approaches the thick door that seals her into this twisted and hellish cell-like room he can sometimes hear her anguished wails and mindless begging through the thick door.

Her sobbing screams unending as she waits there stuck in inescapable steel.

Waiting in dread for the good doctor’s arrival and his expected painful tortures he will inflict on her for his own depraved amusement.

Her head thrashing wails and high pitched howls the reaction one would expect when a girl like her no longer has any control of their pathetic existence…And she knows more of her body is about to be taken from her, but only after he makes her feel searing pain all while finding his own extremely enjoyable sexual release.

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Just sitting there, almost numb to the humiliation and pain, but not quite yet...

She once had a name, but it was unknown now to any man or woman in this place. Now she was known only as 747.

It was a short form for her full inmate number of 07471. A number she now had branded into the side of her thigh and across her right buttock.

That long number burned into her ass was hidden from view as she sat dead center of the prison compound. Sitting there under the hot glowing sun and watching it go up and down, day after day, was all she could do.

This was her spot after all…This was the ‘cell’, in this overcrowded prison full of female political prisoners, that the sadistic Warden had given her. 

A spot of dirt she could sit naked in and cower on as the numerous guards went about their business, making sure not one woman in this place never felt a moment of relief from the agony and humiliation inflicted on them.

She wanted to reach up and tug on the thick, rough steel that dug into her neck. Steel that made her chin stay perched up and the muscles of her neck ache and sometimes burn as she tried to swallow and breathe with the cruel and unnecessarily thick cast-iron thing bolted snug around her neck.

But her hands were useless as they were equally secured in inescapable thick steel cuffs. Her shackled hands were then attached to a steel plate and cuff assembly that secured her ankles tightly together.

And to add to her misery and sense of futility, her thick neck sealing collar was then attached by heavy links of unbreakable chain to a steel post mounted deep into dirt of the prison compound. 

No locks available on it to release her, unless the collar was unbolted, which had not been done yet in the many weeks since her incarceration. She had given hope of ever having her neck released. She had almost given up hope that she would ever be allowed up on her feet again.

 The entire movement restricting combination of steel shackles, stocks, collar and connecting chain meant her freedom was limited to embarrassingly shuffling her bare ass around in the dirt of the prison’s large yard if she wanted to change her position under the hot blistering desert sun. 

The highly restrictive restraints meant she had to struggle and earn any tiny bit of movement. It meant trying to bounce her utterly naked body on her bare ass and trapped feet if she wanted to move even a just a few inches around in the dirt…And all in full view of the watching lecherous guards.

Her back burned under the day’s hot sun. But worse was the fact that the heat and sting from yesterday’s gratuitous whipping was still there in her sunburned back. She sobbed as she sat there and she heard the sound of approaching guard boots. 

She suddenly shrieked as one of those heavy black boots kicked her in the side. The steel toe of the black boot squarely impacted her already heavily bruised left tit. Then the entire boot sole pushed hard into her side and she screamed as she began topple over.

But toppling over in this scenario was a nasty and cruel thing to do to her. The heavy neck chain from the post to the back of her collar was so short that it went taut the moment she would topple over.

With no slack in the chain, no chain left to allow her to lay on her side in the filth around her, the collar would of course begin to cruelly choke her, even before her shoulder or side hit the ground.

The cruel combination of having her wrists and ankles also chained to her neck meant she had no free hands to stop the fall, no way to use her legs to hopefully easily upright herself. 

All she could do, as she was struggling to breathe, the thick collar almost strangling her, was to claw her bare feet into the dirt, wriggle her ass and shift her shoulders so she could attempt to upright herself.

She was crying and yanking wildly at her wrist and ankle steel bindings. She was almost successful at up righting herself when the big size 12 boot of one of the taunting guards pushed into the side of her teary face. 

With a slow determined force of his boot sole into her cheek, he pushed her back over as she continued to beg and scream.

The screaming and begging cut off once again as the collar dug into her throat and the neck chain stopped her body from totally titling over into the tear and piss soaked dirt.

Her vision became blurry as the air in her lungs began to evaporate. The collar was doing a bang-up job of choking the daylights out of her. Then she felt a large hand fist her short, chopped off hair. 

That massive strong hand gripped a mass of her filthy hair and tugged painfully on it, but the action did up right her back into a sitting position. And much needed oxygen was able to pass through her gasping mouth and into her lungs.

“Why look at this pathetic inmate, she knows her place. She’s got her mouth all wide open and welcoming me…I guess I better accept.” Roared one of the four guards who had arrived to make her life hell.

He quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect cock. His hand was still in her hair, and her mouth was wide open and still gasping for air as he let the precum wetted head of his cock slide over the tip of her nose and then all across her upper lip. He tilted her head up and asked down at her,

“Hey bitch, I just saved you ugly ass from spending the afternoon fighting to not be strangled…So you want to thank me? Or do we repeat yesterday’s whip snapping fun?”

Just then, unseen by her tear clouded eyes, one of the guards still hanging out behind her, raised the bull whip up high so he could deliver a nasty howl inducing crack of the whip across the sunburned red marks already disfiguring her back.

It was just one crack of the whip, but for her it might have been twenty, the pain was that intense and mind breaking. She began to scream up at the guard,

“LET ME THANK YOU! PLEASSEE! PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK…PLEASSE LET ME SWALLOW YOUR COCK…PLEASSSSE!”

“Well… if you’re gonna ask like that…Then by all means…suck away inmate!” was his laughing, loud response.

So she strained at her collar. She strained her face and limbs to move her mouth to the tip of his cock so her sun parched lips could totally encase his blood engorged large penis head. 

Just a slight forward shift of his hips and half his dick disappeared into her accepting mouth. Her eyes shot open and she began to gag as he forced his hips even more forward and his cock even deeper into her gurgling mouth.

He released his grip on her hair and while the other three guards all watched with grinning and anticipation filled faces, each of them now working to free their engorged cocks from their grey guard trousers, this guard took a firm grip on the sides of her head.

“All right, inmate! We know you like sitting out here and choking down spunk to relieve the fucking boredom…So let’s see you swallow some pile driving cock. Let’s hear you choke and gag on some big hard dick as I skull fuck the daylights out of you…Because what else are you good for… rotting away out here?”

His skull fucking of her was just that, a brutal deep throating that had his guard belt buckle hitting her forehead so hard that her crinkled forehead bruised and even bleed.

The second guard was no less rough or violent. In fact, he finished off his spunk eruption in her mouth by then griping her hair and holding her face in place, so he could piss into her semen filled mouth.

By the time she was onto the third guard she was now sobbing and groaning, with her just pissed in mouth now full of most this third guard’s rather dangling hairy scrotum. 

“Ah nothing like a good ball cleaning with a useless slut’s greedy mouth. You’re doing a fine job there, inmate, glad to see you’re learning some new skills in this place. Now let’s get you slurping and swallowing on the main deal!” he bellowed.

He slapped the side of her face and gripped the hair on the top of her head. She rocked side to side on her bare ass as he pulled up painfully on her hair.

Her hands, stuck in steel down at her feet, fisted and then opened to claw at the dirt as his entire cock violently rushed into her mouth and his wet saliva coated balls bounced off her semen dripping chin.

She could barely see her eyes were watering so badly, and she could barely breathe due to the amount of guard cock blocking her throat.

And when this guard’s last hot shots of spunk made her choke and she tried to swallow the  last load of his cum, she blinked through her water filled eyes, not entirely sure of what she was looking at. It just seemed like a wall of hairy flesh

The fourth guard in the group didn’t even let her have to time to catch her breath as he backed up his hairy bared ass into her face. 

He had pulled down his guard trousers to his thighs which had the other three guards bending over in fits of laughter, as he said,

“Forget about cleaning a set of dirty balls, inmate! I need to have me ass good and cleaned…Now stick that slutty inmate tongue into my butt crack and start cleaning away…Lick me up all good and we promise not to whip the shit out of you…this time.”

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Some 30 to 40 minutes later when the horrific abuse, both physical and mental, appeared over, she let her head hang and she sobbed. The chains and shackles of her strictly limited position bit into her skin as she cried.

It didn’t matter that the four guards who had so brutally degraded her, still surrounded her. Bawling in front of these men and many others, had become the norm in her life of imprisonment in this nightmarish facility.

The sun continued to beat down on her. The piss on her feet, hands and thighs had almost evaporated. The semen on her face, shoulders and back, and even in her hair had quickly began to crust up under the hot sun as she was forced to sit there. No hope of moving away to some forgiving shade possible.

It was then she lifted her head and she pleaded out through her cracked lips.

“Please…please can I go inside…Can I be in a cell…please? Can I suck on your cocks…inside?”

She begged up at the four guards surrounding her. She was shaking. She was trembling so badly that all her chains were visibly shaking and rattling.

One of the guards stared down at her with a puzzled look on his face. Then he sneered at her. A sneer that she had seen once before, and in an instant she regretted ever having opened her mouth.

He reached down to his belt for his radio. He brought it up to his face and triggered it to talk as he turned to face the glinting glass windows of the guard tower.

“Hey Warden, so inmate 747 is demanding to leave the compound… Seems like she wants the privilege of having a nice hard cell floor to piss, shit and sleep on.”

There was a loud squawking coming from the guard’s radio and then a stern female voice. Terrified, poor inmate 07471 quietly shook her head from side to side. She hadn’t demanded anything, she had only begged, but that wouldn’t matter…she knew this.

“You tell that skanky little whore that no fucking inmate ever asks me for anything, let alone demand shit!. You’d think after the weeks she has spent sitting there and watching, the ungrateful cunt would know how to behave. She really that brainless?”

The guard chuckled and then asked inmate 07471, “So bitch, you really that stupid? You so fucking dense you would ask the warden for something? For anything?”

Sitting in the dirt, her tears mixing with the guard’s semen splattered on her anguished face, she shook her head and mumbled a succinct, “No Sir…that’s… that’s not right…”.

Then the guard’s radio crackled to life again. The Warden’s voice could be heard from it and also from the giant loudspeakers mounted on the guard tower.  Her shrill and pissed off voice echoed off the high razor wire topped walls of the compound.

“And punish the insolent cunt! Whip the shit out of her for having such a loose mouth! Though I am surprised she could still use it after watching the way you horny bastards stuffed it full of cock…and balls. That was entertaining for all of us up here in the tower.”

Her shoulders sagged and her body shook even harder in fear as she listened to the cruel words of the sadistic warden.

It was true, her mouth did hurt. Her lips were dry and bruised from the punishing action of the four large guard dicks having pumped back and forth into her captive mouth. Her jaws ached from having kept them open for so long and for such a violent period of thrusting. 

And of course the putrid taste on her tongue, from having been forced to lick the last guard’s sweaty dirty asshole, before he turned around and then ejaculated heavily in her face, that taste had barely left her mouth.

“How many lashes does this pathetic inmate deserve, Warden?” asked the guard into his radio.

The reply out of the radio and speakers was instant, “Twenty lashes for the disrespectful whore!”

He grinned down at the shivering and now sobbing prisoner. His response to the Warden’s threatening tally of lashes, making 07471’s head shoot up. A look of intense terror crossed her face.

“Twenty? That’s all? I would think 30 or 40 would be what she deserves for having the audacity to talk like she did? You getting soft on us, Warden?”

The reply from the Warden was instant again and full of a mix of humor and sadistic eagerness.

“Well then…by all means, give the sniveling bitch what you think she deserves. And I am delighted to say that even from up here in the tower I can see she’s scared shitless and regretting she ever opened up that cum filled cock cavity to complain! What a dumb cunt!”

The last two words said by the warden disappeared under a shock wave of an agony filled scream echoing around the prison walls. For behind inmate 07471, one of the guards had already picked up the bull whip and had decided to deliver the first skin ripping lash of leather across her back without any warning.

He raised the whip up high as she cowered there still shrieking and waiting in terror for the next strike of the whip to shred her bare back.

“How many are we giving the disgusting whore?” Asked the guard holding the whip up high.

That senior guard winked down at her cowering  and trembling form. In reply he said, 

Welcome to the world of Doctor Berringer…A highly regarded plastic surgeon with an incredibly dark and twisted secret 

Story #2

Dr. Berringer’s phone buzzed on his desk as he sat in his office chair going over patient files and his latest round of overpriced billings. Being a world-renowned plastic surgeon meant he could charge whatever he wanted…and he did.

His phone buzzed again and he decided to glance at it. He smiled and said to no one but himself, “Oh yes…feeding time. Need to keep this one good and healthy to heal up before step two.”

He got up from his chair and headed to the secret door hidden behind his bookcase. A door that he was the only person ever to return from. For the others who had either been dragged through it bound and struggling, or semi-conscious and stumbling, it had been a one way trip to this point.

He walked the long hallway to the last set of doors that lined it. He turned and opened the door to his right that was simply labeled ‘#8’.  Striding into the unfurnished and brightly lit room he announced joyfully, “Feeding time, my sexy proud, big tittied, legless whore!”

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A rattle of chains welcomed him and some loud deep snotty grunts. The rattle of steel was from the chains hung from the ceiling. Chains that connected to some steel cuffs bolted tight around a set of wrists. 

Those wrists were tugging and thrashing about at the steel that secured them. Tugging at them as desperately as those rapidly paces snotty sobs sounded. 

The sound of all the physical desperation and panic that his arrival had created made his dick harden instantly in his trousers as Dr. Berringer came to a stop just inside the door.

There in front of him, arms kept aloft by the steel rings and chains, sat a heavily breathing, naked woman. She was sitting there on her bare ass and looking as distressed as one could imagine, since she had no legs to run away from the horrific situation she was in.

She previously had legs, like any normal person, up until a month or so ago. Now she was minus both legs, her right one freshly removed. The amputated stump still covered in bandages and healing slowly.

 Her terrified eyes, pouring out fresh tears, looked up at the grinning doctor. Then she began to moan out a series of sounds that would have been pleading words for mercy if she had been able to talk.

Instead, her words were nothing but indecipherable sounds. Nothing but mournful sounding moans and groans. She was strictly gagged with a leather device that the good Dr. B had created himself. It was a large panel gag that had a mouth filling appendage a good 5 inches deep and 2 inches wide. 

The most important part of the gag though was the tube protruding from it. The feeding tube. It entered the middle of the large rubber voice silencing appendage and then exited into his bawling victim’s throat.

Her chest was heaving as he walked over to her. The steel bar diabolically fastened to her tits was bobbing up and down as he side stepped the various objects lying there on the stained cement floor, dead in front of her abused body.

Her splayed open stumps she tried to close as he approached her. Her swollen pussy ended up remaining fully in view as he kicked at her inner thighs and he sneered down at her with some obvious anger on his face.

Dr. Berringer pointed down at the super thick and chunky dildo perched on the floor. His voice was stern as he asked,

“How the fuck did you get that out of your cunt? I thought that was wedged in there pretty damn snuggly when I left you yesterday!”

The woman’s water filled eyes looked utterly terrified as he reprimanded her. He rubbed his chin and then stated matter of factly, “Time to feed your sorry ass.”

In her watery eyes one could see the mounting distress as the good doctor produced what looked like a full toothpaste tube from his pocket. It was very similar in shape and size except it held his own recipe of much needed nutrients. 

These were the nutrients needed to keep his many helpless victims alive so he could modify their captive bodies to his liking. It was an easy way to keep their bodies sustained and functioning while they healed up from his cruel and twisted doctoring.

Especially the ones who tried to resist eating. The ones who thought they could starve themselves to death before he cut into them any ghastlier than he already had…and disfigured them in ways that they could not begin to believe or comprehend.

This woman had been one of those few fighting hard against him in the early days of her confinement. Trying hard to resist any food he offered her or tried to force into her mouth.

Now she was jerking her head around as Dr. Berringer grabbed at her feeding tube. When she wouldn’t settle down, he smiled and pulled another tube from his pocket. This one was already partially squeezed out.

Her snotty gagged sobs and her head thrashing came to a stop. Then her head did a kind of slow-motion side to side ‘no’.

“That’s right, you remember this stuff from a few days ago? This Carolina Reaper Pepper paste? We put it on your genitals, and you lost your shit… for hours! Hell, I think your pussy is still swollen from it. I bet you even feel some nasty ache down there still? That was some seriously hot shit!”

He lowered the tube down between her spread stumps and bumped the hood of her clit with tube’s loose cap. Both her legs stumps twitched, and her pelvis seemed to want to draw itself across the floor, asway for his hand and the burning pepper paste.

“So, do I need to rub a few drops onto your soft sensitive labia, and maybe your clitoris…again? Or are you going to a be a good legless whore and let me inject some important nutrients into your sexy body…what’s left of it.” He chuckled loudly.

She nodded slowly and tearfully. She was now utterly compliant. No head thrashing to be seen. He tossed aside the skin burning hot paste and he brought out the full tube of homemade feed.

He stuck the squeezable container of feed paste onto the feed tube running into her mouth and he began to squeeze. He watched with delight the feeding tube fill up with the nutrient rich sludge he had created just for her.

“That’s it…Let it ooze down your throat.” He said as he sent pump after pump of the very liquid paste thru the feed tube and into the gag.

He grinned as he watched her throat muscles work to swallow it. Her trapped hands were fisted above her head and he could see her stomach muscles working too.

“You know, I should tell you what’s in this healthy and protein rich concoction. It’s full of all kinds of good healthy ingredients, from basic yogurt, blended up fruits and high-performance athletic protein powders…Plus the best protein of all. The protein from my balls!”

His victim’s eyes flew open and she seemed to choke on the latest pump of liquid food he sent into the tube. Her chained wrists jerked and her eyes started to water. Her reaction though became more distraught when he added,

“That’s right, every tube of this live giving sauce you’re choking down has at least four or five of my copious ejaculations swimming in it.  And of course along with all that sperm ready for you to digest, there’s a healthy dose of my urine to water it down.”

He squeezed the tube of food hard enough that nothing was left in it. But he could see that the feed was not moving deeper into her gag along the feeding tube. Her eyes at this point were bulging out of her head and her color was going from pink to purple.

“Come on, you dumb whore, swallow now…Don’t let it back up…It’s good for you!” He demanded. 

Then with a sigh he grumbled, “Okay…you had it coming.”

He reached out and grabbed the steel bar that connected her ring pierced tits. He had put this on her for a purpose, and he had really only used it on her once… so far.

Her head was thrashing side to side, and she was making all kinds of desperate sounding high pitched noises as he lifted the bar up, and along with it, her legless torso. 

He watched with delight her nipples and tits distend upwards. Stretching up in a way what he knew must be incomprehensibly painful for her as the stubs that had once been her legs, lifted clear of the piss stained floor.

He held her in the air, her cuffed arms flailing about and trying to grab his hands. Which is why he next told her,

“We really need to get rid of these also. Yes, your hand jobs are okay. But I think making you into a truly limbless whore, one that can be dragged around easily by her nice firm tits, that should happen sooner than later.”

With that sick statement of what he had planned for her, he lowered her back to the floor. Her gagged shrieking the positive response he needed to know she had unwillingly, yet successfully, swallowed down all the important nutrients in the feed tube.

The shrieking and wailing, the intense look of anguish on her tear-soaked face, was of course caused by the fact that Dr. Berringer had just lowered the poor legless woman down onto the horrific looking fat dildo.

The weight of her slowly lowering body, still suspended torturously by her tits, made the huge phallic apparatus disappear slowly, inch by inch, up inside her sex as he expertly lowered her cunt down on the thing. 

When the thing fully disappeared up inside her painfully stretched open channel, the good doctor lowered his mouth to her ear and over her incessant gagged shrieking told her,

“Next time…after I have removed your useless arms, here and here…” He chuckled as he pointed at the black marker line dotted around each of her upper arms, 

”I will lift you up by this ingenious bar I have attached to your tits and I will tote you around a bit…before mounting you in the ass with this thing…I bet it will fit…But it just might be a little more painful for you than anything you’ve ever experienced, as you flail about on it, limbless and unable to ever escape it as it impales you…and keeps impaling you… for as long as I wish.”

Standing back up and letting out a big sigh of satisfaction and arousal, his sadistic words having made his dick ready to burst, Dr. Berringer pulled his dick from his pants, fisted it, and he began to pump.

His pumping action, not having to take long to get a sizable spraying result. A hot white liquid result erupting from his balls and then out his fisted dick that shot onto the thrashing about woman at his feet. 

A nameless woman, who in her extreme and distress loaded panic wasn’t even registering the hot sticky cum splattering on her flailing about hair, gagged and grimacing face, and her tortured chest. 

A mess of male ejaculation that she didn’t register soiling her captive body until Dr. Berringer was long gone and her panic had receded down to just a level of constant sobbing, tearful despair and acceptance that she was not in control of anything…that only he was…And it was a control on a level that had easily just broke her…mind and body.

And when she next saw the door open for his next grand entrance, being force fed was the least of her worries, for in his hand he held a syringe.

It contained the drugs he used to knock out his unfortunate growing group of victims. Drugs that allowed him to easily drag them back to his secret surgery room and perform his sick operations on.

He caressed her arms and ran the sharp point of the syringe all around her pierced and distended nipples, sometimes giving them a poke with the super sharp tip.

It would elicit a rather nice, gagged shriek and shudder of her body. And after a few more pokes that left small beads of blood on her tits and tears streaming out of her tired and utterly distressed eyes, he offered her one last thing.

“So, you whiny legless whore, one last hand job before we make these arms of yours disappear? Come on, I know the last memory you want of ever feeling anything with these near useless hands is to feel some big meaty cock!”

When he jabbed his freed erect dick at her fisted and shaking hands and she didn’t comply with his desire for her to jerk him off, he then said one thing…and it made her instantly grab his dick and begin to pump.

And the one simple statement that had her grasping his dick and pumping it like mad…was,

“Okay…no hand job…no tranquilizers…I will just strap you down and bone saw my way through your arms while you are fully awake and conscious…Experiencing every painful second of having your arms cut away from your body…It may actually drive you insane…it did to one defiant young bitch I had the fun of de-limbing while she was fully conscious…Do you want to be the next?”

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Shipping a freshly sold chunky one…

Under the thick hood her incessant screaming had stopped, but she was by no means content with the cruel and sick situation she was stuck in. 

Under that hood she was still in a terrified panic as she had lost all control of her life at the hands of this group of money loving and depraved perverts. 

Kidnapped and enslaved, that’s what was happening to her, no matter her wishes. And they let her know that from the minute they took her and threw that stifling vision blocking hood over her head.

Under that thick black leather hood, she was distraught and desperate. So eager to plead with anyone if they took that horrendous ball out of her mouth and the light blocking thick hood off her overheated, sweaty head. 

Her shackled hands kept tugging at the belt they had locked around her thick waist. The stiff steel belt dug painfully into her soft supple flesh. 

The tugging of her cuffed wrists, which were locked to the sides of the over tightened thing, only made that cutting feeling of the belt into her waist more pronounced and more painfully uncomfortable. 

But she couldn’t seem to help herself. Trying to struggle in her bindings at times so she could find some flaw in them, so she could escape this horrific situation, was all she had left it seemed after hours kept like this.

And the extra set of cuffs trapping her arms behind her wriggling back, just above her elbows, meant that she had very little freedom of movement. Next to none really as she lay there on the floor, for the most part naked, shaking and unsure of what they would do to her next.

Every now and then as she lay there breathing heavily through the two little nose slits in the leather hood, she would shudder as a faceless calloused male hand would find a part of her exposed body, and it would squeeze, pet and usually grope without any care of what she might think.

She had been stuck on her side trembling and lying on some wooden platform. Left to lay there for hours and hours now. Blind to the world because of the hood, but still able to hear, unfortunately.

It was a leather hood that had been forced over her head the moment they had snatched her in that poorly lit parking lot. A hood that they added a large jaw aching ball gag to the moment they had flung her into the back of some large vehicle.

 A hood and a gag that then stayed on for every second of the time she spent having her skirt and panty ripped off. Her favorite red top yanked up over her tits in a frenzy by the lust filled men. Men who then did take a few seconds to slice up her bra with a knife and finally rip it off.

A hood and gag that stifled her pleading screams for help and meant she couldn’t see the faces of the many men who held her down, who braced themselves over her, so they could force their stiff excited cocks in between her thighs and give her a “Welcome to the slave life fuck!” As one whiskey breath man said before ramming his rock hard thick dick so hard into her she thought she would black out.

A hood that became her tiny intense prison as after the multiple violent violations in the moving truck, she felt them bind her ankles, cuff her elbows and add the cruel waist belt. 

But they weren’t done with her yet. Not when there was that much ample MILF ass on display after they rolled her over and the stared down at her freshly stripped backside and thick thighs stuck together.

That’s when the group of men decided that this time… it would be fun to take her from behind as she lay utterly defenseless in the back of the truck.

Some six hours later and with as many stops as hours taken along the way to continue using her body, the truck arrived at some unknown destination. 

At the business end of a painful cattle prod, she was unloaded from the truck. Then she had to force herself to wriggle her bound feet in a sick and near stumbling dance into the unseen world of a covert sex slavery auction house as they kept shocking her cum covered ass and bite mark decorated tits.

Forced to stand, freshly collared neck chained up to an unseen metal post, she was ordered to slowly spin on her toes and present her ‘Chunky but highly fuckable ass’ for inspection.

She had no idea that a live feed of her predicament was being broadcast out to a number of watching deviants and sadists who didn’t mind paying for a thick chunky thing like her, as long as the price was kept reasonable. 

A price kept low compared to some of the other young sexy product that was forced to march through this place. Because after all she wasn’t anything special, just a nameless middle-aged woman soon to unwillingly become a sex and degradation old slave whore.

She did finally hear from a deep male voice speaking into her leather covered right ear. Words and sentences that sent her into an outright panic.

“You sold, bitch!...Pretty damn fast for a chunky one like you…And for more dinero than most of you chunky cowlike ones go for. You sold for twenty-six grand…Imagine that. I think it was your fine torturable tits that made you sell so quick! Ya, they’re a bit saggy, but nothing a set of tight-fitting steel tit rings can’t perk up!”

Unseen to her, as she stood there with her neck chained up high to that post she couldn’t see, the hands of this male voice pushed up even higher the snug red top she had been wearing when taken.

Those large hands then covered each of her generous tits…and they squeezed and kneaded them. 

The unseen man dug his large strong fingers in hard. Then he pinched at her nipples, working them over until they felt hot. Then he added full twists, just to make her head start to thrash and some snotty sobs escape the hood’s nose holes, all so he could be amused.

After what seemed like minutes of this unwanted manhandling of her breasts, she squealed around her mouth blocking gag as he begn to slap upwards into one and bounce the breast in his large palm.

Squealing and shrieking under the hood, she next heard him say, “Your new owner also paid to have these bouncing boobies properly encased in steel choker rings…and of course branded, before shipping.”

A pair of large thumbs then rolled over her two sensitive nipples as he added,

“So when you arrive at his place, he’ll have little to do before doing lots of nasty shit to your precious tits. He wants to see us burn in some select words on your body and tits… and choke these two breasts in steel, live…So we’ll be streaming that for all our clients too!...Now let’s start with the snug steel bands that will choke these saggy tits into nice round balls of tit flesh…gorgeous tit balls that will be ready to beat and whip!”

That process made her start the bout of screaming and head flailing that would go on for hours. 

Every time they strapped a belt around her body or limbs, every time they tightened one of the steel rings around her throbbing tits, every time they branded another permanent degrading letter into her flesh, her screaming would amp back up again to a pitch that even the staff of the slavery ring was surprised by. 

A continuous frenzied panic from under the light blocking and voice silencing hood that would only come to a halt after they forced her to stumble along in the dark to the shipping dock.

There in her suffering pain hazy state, they kicked her feet out from under her, and they made her lie there degradingly naked and bound on some sort of wood platform. 

Her belt bound ankles chained and padlocked to a corner of the wood. The nipples of her aching and abused tits, peaking in the cool incoming air of the back alley. 

After hours of lying there and unable to escape this all too real nightmare, and listening to them further discuss the sale of her body and shipping arrangements like she was nothing, just a piece of meat. 

A sick and disturbing feeling that was re-enforced when the dreaded moment came and she heard the men rumble,

“Time to drag your plump ass onto a delivery truck. You ready to head off to your new life as a sex slave whore for some horny bastard who thinks you’re just his purchased piece of fuck meat?...Because bitch, that’s what you are now.”

She shook her head violently trying to scream around the gag that she wasn’t a piece of meat…that she wasn’t a sex slave…that was illegal…this was immoral…and just plain wrong. 

But of course nothing came out but an unintelligible cacophony of desperate female grunts and groans. Groans that morphed into loud shrieks and screams as she learned what the tit bondage allowed the controlling men to horrendously do to her.

She felt the chains being attached to the inside of her almost painful tit rings. She heard the ‘click’ and then felt the braided steel cable being attached to that short length of ‘tit chain’ as one man called it.

He let her know that’s what it was called as he growled down over her and his hands locked all the metal together in between his groping of her balled out tits and needless hard pinching of her puckered sore and throbbing nipples.

Then the tugging began. The cruel and painful pull that flooded her chest and made her shriek in agony and mental distress, as some unseen man picked up the cable and like the leash it really was, he began to pull her body around…and the wheeled slab of wood she lay on.

The knowledge that what she lay on actually had wheels and was used to drag around bound up and newly sold sex slaves, just hitting her now as she heard over her own screaming one of the men laughingly say,

“Let’s take your hooded chunky ass the long way out of here on this sled…We'll give your trussed up cunt a nice tour of the facility so we can show you off to all the other cunts stuck in here and waiting to be sold. It should go a long way to making some of the more obstinate and reluctant ones fall in line and bend to our will.”

And then they wheeled off…Our gagged and hooded, nameless captive being painfully pulled along by her suffering tits, on ‘Slave Sled #2’. Her screaming and sobbing quite loud for one being so well hooded and securely ball gagged.

An enslaved young things crotch rope torment.

Joanne strode into her dungeon looking all the part of a domination loving, sex starved mistress. She had on her favorite thigh high black leather boots and nothing else. She slammed the door to the dungeon shut and then turned around with a smile.

“Hello little one…did you miss me?” she giggled

Joanne’s large tits swayed as she took the last few menacing steps over to the shivering and whimpering thing she had just addressed. The teenager was sitting there naked and trembling in front of a small square steel door in the wall.

The wealthy Joanne had only had this girl sitting there naked and in chains in her secret basement dungeon for just the last 24 hours. Their delivery only had taken place the morning before. 

So with work demands and other social engagement priorities, Joanne had only been able to oversee the delivery and the storing away of her latest purchases. 

But now, later into this lovely evening after a hard day of socializing and tending to her business interests, she was free to enjoy what she now owned. And she planned to do that with sadistic vigor and gusto.

The poor girl was drooling constantly out of a large hole in the thick leather panel gag that covered most of her lower face. Her eyes poured out new lines of thick tears as she wriggled there on the floor sitting on her nicely toned small ass.

The thick chains behind her back, keeping her wrists and collar connected, made a large clanking sound as she tried to cower away from Joanne’s approaching black boots.

The girl couldn’t say a word clearly as the gag acted to also keep her mouth forced open. Her jaws spread achingly open by the couple of inches of tube that protruded back inside her young mouth. 

But Joanne could look down and happily see that girl wanted to beg, to plead.  The young things scrunched up forehead, and her pleading eyes, told the commanding older woman so. It made Joanne’s pussy twitch and heat.

The girl began to squeal as Joanne reached down and began to finger the single nipple ring that the syndicate had given the young thing after ‘acquiring’ her. Joanne licked her lips and tugged lightly on the freshly pierced nipple ring.

“Yes, your tits are small…not big like that other set of nicely tied up ones.” Joanne said as she rapped on the small steel door with her knuckles. 

Then she added, “But they still look lovely…And I am sure you’ll grow into them…All while I own you…That will be a nice thing to observe over time.”

Reaching around she grabbed the nameless girl’s ratty ponytail. It was matted up with what Joanne knew to be the dried up cum of many a man working at the syndicate. Joanne knew she would have to hose down this little creature, sooner or later.

Joanne wrapped the ponytail around up in her fist. The girl’s tear-streaked face rubbed up against the small metal door, and she seemed to be trying to scream into it as Joanne began to tug upward.

The increasingly aroused Joanne, with her other free hand, grabbed a thick leather paddle off the wall. Then she yanked on the girl’s hair and with a deep almost male like growl, she yelled down at the terrified teen.

“Come on, enough hanging out down there. She’s not going anywhere…ever. Now it’s time to get your adorable small ass up and over to that padded bench. I paid a small fortune for you two, and now I want to enjoy the best part…Your tight snug teenage cunt!”

In no time at all she had the girl’s bare hips slamming into the side of the padded bench. The custom made furniture sort of resembled a shrunken down gymnastics vault and could be used in a variety of ways, keeping Joanne’s covertly purchased toys in a variety of depraved and useful positions.

Joanne kicked the girl’s bare feet apart until they were spread as wide as the lengthy base of the bench. She gripped the girl’s wriggling hands firmly at the wrist cuffs and then she forced the girl to bend over.

She kept pushing down on the middle of the squealing girl’s back. Forcing and holding the girl bent over the bench. She then let the girl know,

“You stay the fuck bent over this bench, you hear? Or this will happen a lot!”

The ‘a lot’ was followed by a loud crack of leather on skin and then a deafening shriek. Joanne raised the leather paddle up one more time and then cracked it across the girl’s small yet perfectly shaped ass. 

The next gagged shriek of pain sounded even louder than the first one. Joanne bent over the girl, her bare pelvis and upper thighs rubbing up against the girl’s red and heated bum cheeks.

The red skin felt so wonderfully soft on Joanne’s skin as she asked the girl, “Are you going to stay bent over that bench, like an obedient little slave slut? Or do I need to pound your ass with this paddle many, many, many more times?”

The girl’s head bobbed up and down. “AAHHG…AWHHGG…AWHHGG.” She kept howling and gurgling through the gag. It was the poor gagged things best pronunciation of ‘Yes’ and it made Joanne’s pussy clench.

“Good! Now I am going to tie your feet off to the corners of the bench. Can’t have you kicking out at your new Mistress…when I am pile driving into you later…can we?”

Confusion at Joanne’s words spread all over the young woman’s face. Even more confusion appeared on her face at the touch of Joanne’s lips to her hot stinging ass and the girl felt Joanne loop rope around each of her thin ankles.

Joanne kissed a path back and forth across the girl’s red banded bum cheeks. And when she had finished knotting the ropes she ran both her long nailed hands up and down the inside of the girl’s shining white and ultra sooth inner thighs.

She even took a second to tweak the girl’s small hidden away clit and then she rubbed two of her long fingers back and forth through the softest flesh she had ever felt. 

The fleshy pink rows of this young captive teen’s sex, gliding under fingers made Joanne dream up her most twisted idea for a punishment yet.

But she wouldn’t tell the girl. No, first she would use the girl in the way she had been dreaming about since she saw her up there on the auction stage, still in her vacation swimsuit, crying, shaking and looking utterly distraught.

When she pulled her fingers away from the bent over and ankle tied girl, Joanne was pleased to hear a pitiful little moan. 

It could have been a moan of humiliation, or grief, but it also sounded a lot like someone who didn’t want the fingering of their soft pussy to stop. Either way it all made a supremely horny Joanne very happy.

Joanne then reached up the wall. There on a simple clothes hanger hung her leather reinforced panty. Joanne took them off the hanger and then stepped into them. She tugged them around her pelvis and signed at the feeling of the soft leather backing on her mound.

The entire time the bent over teenager was watching Joanne from the corner of her eye. The teen was making panting noises and her forehead was scrunched up in severe confusion, until Joanne picked up one last thing. 

Then the captive, ankle bound girl with chained hands flailing behind her back, began to scream and try and kick her ankles free. The sight that she was witnessing was causing her well-deserved panic.

The hard rubber thing Joanne had in her hand was a good 8 inches long and looked remarkably like a man’s penis. The poor girl’s mind was correctly on track as she watched Joanne twist and mount it to her leather underwear.

Joanne then placed her hips and the phallic instrument in full view of the terrified girl’s screeching face. She gripped the girl’s collar and ponytail to make sure she could direct the tip of the strap-on fake cock; a couple inches into the girl’s stuck open mouth.

The thing fit in perfectly, since it also had been designed to insert into this gag. To eventually screw snuggly into the gag’s mouth entrance so it could not be spit out.

Joanne had to use all her strength to hold the bent over girl steady. The girl’s thrashing about was more powerful than expected, but it calmed when Joanne simply stated,

“You want me to stick this cock into your cunt dry? Or do you want to at least put some of your own natural mouth lube on it…before I fuck you with it? It’s your choice sweetheart; I will gladly fuck you with it dry or wet…Just know that you are getting fucked hard with it…no matter what!”

The bug eyed teenager realizing the sick truth of her sadistic new mistress’ words groaned and nodded her head. She held still as Joanne pushed the thick thing into the hole in the gag.

“There sweetie, slobber on the thing, tongue it like some boy’s dick back in your high school. I am sure a girl with such a plain looking face and flat chest like you, must have had to lick and suck on a few dicks to get noticed by those teenage boys…or maybe teachers?”

Joanne chuckled as she pushed the dildo deeper in and the girl began to retch and cough. It wasn’t even four inches in yet and this made the evilly smiling woman think about what she had planned next. 

Though for now, she just wanted to screw the fake cock back onto the panel on her leather reinforced panty and fuck this bent over girl, good and hard. Which is what she did moments later.

Holding the girl’s cruelly cuffed and chained hands firmly in the middle of her bent over back, Joanne lined up the phallus mounted to her own mound and she pushed forward. The first inch of the fake dick finding a lot of resistance at it tried to breech the girl’s inexperienced slit.

The screams coming out of the girl’s stuck open mouth made Joanne toss her hair back and groan in deep satisfaction. She pushed her hips forward with an added a grunt and was rewarded with looking down and seeing over three quarters of the length of the dildo plunge into the girl’s cunt. 

Feverishly aroused by the sight of her strap-on dick driving into such a pristine young pussy, Joanne drew the long stiff thing fully back out of the girl’s pussy.  

She gripped further up the bent over girl’s taut neck chain, waited a second, and then she rammed her bare hips back into the girl’s naked backside as she gripped both the neck chain and the back of the girl’s snug collar.

It made a loud flesh on flesh slapping noise that was in milliseconds abruptly drowned out by the freshly impaled girl’s howls of shock and agony at being fucked so brutally. 

All of the strap-on fake cock was now buried inside ethe girl’s very tight slit…Then Joanne began to repeat those pull outs and slam ins, all at furious speed.

…not much later…

Joanne was standing there in front of the bent over girl who was sobbing pathetically and rolling her head about. Joanne was bracing herself up against the wall, both her hands busy in bringing about her own climax.

She had deftly removed the strap-on, but instead of discarding it she was pumping it up into her own cunt. One hand pumping up and in, her other hand rubbing her own clit. 

In seconds she was shouting and cursing as one of her most intense orgasms ever flooded her body. It took many long moments for the surges of pleasure to ease and when they did Joanne’s view was straight down onto the shocked looking tear-stained face of the still bent over teenager.

“That was amazing…You are such a good fuck! Shall we do it again?” Joanne asked as she waved the cunt soaked dildo around in the air.

The girl’s head began to shake about. She was pulling violently at her ankle ropes and trying vainly to upright herself off the padded bench. She was yanking so hard at her cuffed hands stuck behind her back that Joanne thought the girl might rip the skin off her own throat.

Which is why Joanne slapped the girl’s panicked face so violently, the girl seemed stunned for a second.

“Is all that useless messing about just you trying to tell me, ‘No’ ? Oh my, you are still a stupid little cunt aren’t you…well then, let’s have some really interesting fun if you don’t want to get fucked right now!”

Joanne quickly tied a rope from one of the thick wooden basement pillars to another. The rope sagged to within a few feet of the floor, which was fine for now, as Joanne bent down and untied the girl’s spread legs from the bench.

The stern woman, hiding her grin, gripped the back of the girl’s collar and forced her upright. She shook the girl and then forced the young thing to turn and stagger a few steps, the ropes still tied around her ankles and trailing after her hesitant small steps .

“Step over the rope. One foot on each side.” Joanne demanded, “Now don’t fucking move!”

The girl stood there, her small and barely A cup chest and her brand new single nipple ring heaving as she sobbed and continued to be on the verge of once again freaking out…for all the right reasons.

That’s when Joanne yanked on the rope where it was tied through a metal hoop bolt mounted on the wood post, all fully in view of the girl’s confused and then shocked looking face.

The coarse rope running between the girl’s small feet lifted up high and went taut, but not before looking like the rope was literally slicing up and through the girl’s lightly haired mound. 

Her trapped hands fisted behind her back and began to tug futilely on her steel collar.  Her eyes grew huge as Joanne stood beside her and her long fingers began to massage the flesh of the teen’s mound right where the rope disappeared into the apex of her smooth bare thighs.

“Oh… I bet that is super uncomfortable. I bet it feels like your young pussy is getting sawed in half by that very rough rope…Doesn’t it dear?”

The girl’s head nodded rapidly in agreement. Fresh tears were pouring from the corners of her eyes as she tried to stay up on the balls of her feet.

Her water filled eyes continued followed the movement of Joanne’s other hand as it threateningly approached the girl’s gurgling mouth hole with the slimy pussy slickened dildo.

“That’s right, get ready to taste some vile cunt covered strap-on dick. Get ready to choke on some fake dick that has both my and your own cunt juices well smeared on them…It’s a taste you’re going to have to learn… to love…as you become one of my favorite sex slaves.”

The girl’s loud scream was quickly snuffed out as Joanne stuck the long dildo into the gag hole that kept the teen’s mouth always open. Pushing it in and then turning it around a few times to make the threads catch and lock it in, Joanne had the thing stuck in the girl’s mouth in seconds.

The reaction was everything Joanne loved about lording over a young female. The girl was gagging and hacking. Joanne could see the poor thing’s throat muscles convulsing.

 Her ponytail was flying around as she tried to shake her head and shake the thing out of her mouth. Her eyes would clench shut and then fly wide open as the taste of pussy filled her mouth for the first time and she tried to swallow and breathe.

“You’ll get used to the taste my dear…You’ll have too! Considering how many times I will fuck you…And eventually, how many times you’ll find your face buried in my crotch, lapping at my pussy….Which will be a lot…every day…I promise!”

Joanne grinned and leaned into the side of the girl’s teary face. She took a long lick up the side of the tear path on the girl’s quivering left cheek, and then she told her,

“You can get that horrible thing out of your mouth, but on only one condition, which you have to work for!” Joanne literally giggled into the side of the panicked girl’s young face.

“See that little bell on the post? You have to ring it…Just straddle the rope and make the short walk to it. Wriggle your adorable cute ass over to the post…give it a knock with your nose or this lovely protruding gag…and I will take this monstrous putrid tasting thing out of your mouth as a reward.”

The girl’s distraught eyes glanced back and forth between Joanne’s eagerly smiling face and the bell hanging only a few feet away. With a snotty sob and a huge visible gulping around the thing almost blocking her throat, she took the smallest hesitant step forward, still up on her toes.

It was just one step, one small step on the balls of her feet, but it made the girl screech behind her gag and her eyes clench shut. The rope burn on her pussy, being way more excruciating than she had expected. 

The girl was panting and trying to stay up on her toes. Every time her feet started to collapse the rope cut up into her sex and sent her into a shrieking fit. 

She had frozen on the spot now, her chained and cuffed hands grasping at nothing behind her back as she looked determined to stay on her toes. 

She was blinking rapidly and concentrating on trying to alleviate the taut rope pressure cutting up into the flesh of her tender soft sex. This made Joanne smirk and then reach for the thick leather paddle she had used previously on the girl’s young firm ass.

“You will walk…You will take the steps needed to ring that bell. Otherwise my dear, I might spend the rest of the day doing this.”

Joanne, to the girl’s shock, smacked the taut rope with the paddle, just inches from the poor girl’s rope severed mound. 

The ensuing vibrations rocketing up through the girl’s pussy made the teenager squeal and then shudder on her toes. Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head as Joanne swatted the rope again and again.

Sometimes the laughing woman slammed the paddle into the rope downward, but then sometimes upward. She was laughing almost manically as the poor teen was shrieking around the dildo stuck in her mouth and also trying to take the tiniest steps forward along the rope.

Every step was a painful one. Every step the teenager managed to take, hurt and burned deep into her core. It was like her most private sensitive parts were being rubbed with sandpaper and split with wire.

She was frantically trashing her head and wailing profusely as Joanne let up on the paddling and she put her hand around the girl’s throat, right above the steel collar.

“I am going to leave you be now, just for a little while my dear. So you can study your predicament and figure out how you can finish your task…and please your mistress.”

Joanne took two of her long-nailed fingers and then rubbed them at the girl’s rope split slit. She rubbed and followed the coarse rope through the girl’s red and now swollen folds. She sighed as she felt the heated and abrasion tortured rows of flesh. It was making Joanne’s pussy dampen to the pint of dripping again.

“And if the bell rings, which I hope you achieve, I will hear it… I have this dungeon mic’d and wired up, so I can listen to you suffer from anywhere upstairs. It makes for a wonderful way to masturbate at night, listening to my sex slaves mournful sobs, their despair laden moans and sometimes, pain filled wails….Anyways, yes, I will hear you…I will know.”

The girl’s face look horrified as Joanne turned to leave. A horror that turned into outright eye clenching, deep snotty sobbing panic as Joanne told her one last thing.

“And if you don’t ring that bell, Yes, I will replace that throat tickling dildo with that throat blocking monster on the floor…after I fuck both your holes with it…Yes, both your cute cunt and pretty bumhole.”

Joanne pointed at the phallic monstrosity laying on the floor. It was inches longer than the one currently stuck in the suffering girl’s mouth.

“And after it goes back in your mouth…so you can choke of the taste of your own ass…Then you can go back in there. Your ankles chained up to your wrists and your naked body squashed into that tiny four foot by two foot, stifling pitch-black hole in the wall.”

The stern and almost scowling Joanne growled as she then kicked at the steel door with toe of her thigh high leather boot.

“It will be a tight fit, with you know who stuck in there… But I can let you spend the rest of your teenage years stuck in there, bare sweaty skin pressed tight to the bare hog chained body of your fat assed groaning mother. I am sure she’s enjoyed listening to what I have done to you, since I bought you both! It was so special to finally purchase a mother and daughter.”

Three new stories are coming this week. And one includes a punishment bench just like this.

So prepare your slaves for some punishing story time.

And if you want to read what Helen Hardstone was doing to this young thing then click link below. Nasty old H.H. was having some fun at the expense of this poor girl’s small tits and tight ass.

Another of Doctor Berringer’s sad victims.

Hands stuck useless above her head she should be grateful she still has them. That’s what the good Doctor Berringer, a world renowned plastic surgeon, tells her as he towers over her, his dick bobbing above her head.

He of course as his cock nestled in this poor whimpering woman’s shaking grip and she is trying her best to jerk him off. Failure to please him this way, she has been assured by the good doctor, will end in her arms going the way of her legs.

When he’s not in this windowless, barren, cell like room where he keeps her, when he’s not in here enjoying himself immensely as he degrades and humiliates her, she just stares down at the stumps he left.

Two protruding thick masses of thigh, stitched up stubs of what once were attractive female legs, jut out from her pelvis. A horrific representation of what is left of those attractive legs.

She’ll stare down at them, past the obscene stuff he has done to her tits, past the swollen flesh of her abused sex and his extremely twisted brandings of her flesh… and she will begin to sob as she sees the stitches and healing scars.

Huge thick chest heaving sobs that make her maimed tits, trapped in steel, heave up and down. Sobs that let tears run down over her semen encrusted cheeks, washing away some of the residue his cock and balls leaves regularly on her utterly distress laden face.

She wishes it could end, but there is no way to stop him, to stop the cruel and despicable things he enjoys doing to her. She is broken. She has given up.

She has no control over her life now. No control over anything. Hell, she can’t even try and starve herself into exiting this unforgiving and very real nightmare she is forced to endure. He has ensured that.

She chokes a bit on the tube tickling the back of her throat and then moans into the leather covering the lower half of her face. Then she jerks her head at the sound of the steel door clicking, the lock opening… and she begins to shake…and snivel… and whimper.

He’s coming back…he’s coming back to torment her more, to make her feel like she’s nothing but one of his human play toys for depraved sex and painful degradation.

And also based on the rumblings of her tummy and how long it’s been, she also knows that as he enters the room, he’ll say those sick words…” It’s feeding time…my Legless Whore!”

And then he will demeaningly force feed her…before forcing other sick and vile situations of perversion and depravity on her for his own entertainment… Because that’s why he has her…

.

Earning her raise…by being a ‘Business Whore’

Alecia stood before her stern and pompous boss, extremely nervous and not knowing it, but also visibly shaking. A state which made her boss all the happier and more eager to hear his rather attractive, (for a 38 year old single mother of two), long term employee babble out her wants. 

She teetered in her brand-new high heels as she wrung her hands in front of her skirt, making sure not to crumple up too badly the slip of paper she held. 

The skirt she had also just bought in anticipation of this day. It was very short and revealing. Shorter than anything she had ever worn before. So short that she found it uncomfortable to wear for fear of showing too much if she had to bend over. 

A sleeveless tight-fitting top she also wore, its fabric snug and hugging her chest so that her nervously peaked nipples were starting to show through in the heavily air-conditioned air of her boss’ office.

She had also made sure to add a pair of thigh-high stockings to the outfit. The tops of those stockings were now showing under the very short hem of her tight fitting next-to-nothing skirt. 

Alecia was nervously trying to pull down the obscenely short hem of the skirt over the tops of those stockings. But it was an outfit that she knew her boss would like, based on the way his revolving door of assistants dressed. 

It all made her Boss, Mr. Anderson, grin and sit back in his chair with a newfound measure of pleasure. He liked his large staff of female employees nervous, worried and showing submissiveness. 

And it was even better when they dressed up in the way he liked to tell his male counterparts, he called ‘Formal Business Whore’.

He leaned back in his large leather office chair, smoothed out his tie and then put his hands behind his head. He was planning on really enjoying this one.

“So, Allison, what brings you groveling into my office?”

She swallowed hard, contemplating not correcting him on her name, but then she quickly said,

“It’s Alecia, Sir…Mr. Anderson…Sir., My names Alecia and I have worked here for fourteen years…and…and…”

Her quaking voice trailed off, but his grin didn’t. It only got bigger as he realized how much fun he was going to have with this one. 

To him she was just another of the middle-aged sluts who had toiled for him for years, albeit this one even in her late thirties still had a remarkably good looking ass, and he found it amusing he hadn’t known her name, till now.

Though she had corrected him on it, which was normally a fucking ‘No…No’ for the women standing in his presence. That kind of talk would not end well, especially outside of the office.

But that was usually when he had let one out of his dungeon at home and the terrified bitch stood there naked, cuffed and leashed. Whimpering and trembling in front of him as they waited for his decision on how they would be fucked and then painfully punished before being inescapably bound up and put away again.

But they were in his office now and he had to watch how far he went with this one. He really disliked having to deal with his company’s HR department.

“Okay…Alecia…now that you’ve corrected me…and we’ll discuss that faux pas later, what the fuck are you stuttering about? Why the fuck are you in my office?”

Alecia gulped hard. Yes, she was a single mother to two teenage girls; her husband having left with the babysitter years ago. She had worked at Anderson Industries for almost her entire working life, some fourteen years. In that time she had only ever received one promotion and just two raises. 

“I want a raise!...I deserve a raise!” She said rapidly, finally getting the words out as she thrust the slip of paper at him.

“What’s this?” he said as he nodded at it and he started to reach for it with a knowing smile.

“It’s what I have made for the past six years, since my last raise… and the amount I want to earn…and why…and….”

Once again, she stuttered to a stop, word wise. She held the slip of paper out to him. It was filled with her handwritten reasons and simple math backing up her raise demands.  

As his fingers touched it, she let go. And that’s when it fluttered in the air and his fingers seemed to flick it far aside his desk.

“Oops…my bad.” He practically giggled as the one page of paper wafted away to the far right of his desk and then on to the floor. 

Alecia stared at it as out of the corner of her eye she watched him slide over his chair so that he sat right at the edge of his desk. He clasped his hands on his stomach and he nodded at the floor.

“Well, it ain’t gonna hop up onto my desk by magic. If you want to talk about deserving a raise, then I suggest you…bend over…and get me that slip of paper.”

His pause around the words ‘bend over’ was meant to be noticed, Alecia knew this from his devilish grin and the massive tent like bugle in the crotch of his expensive bespoke suit trousers.

She took in a deep breath. She needed this raise. She needed to support her girls. And in the current job market of this city, she knew she had to suck it up and do whatever would please the lecherous bastard.

So, she stepped to the side of the desk, put her back to him, and she bent over, again teetering in her heels as she reached down to pick up the slip of paper. 

Cool air she felt rise right up the backs of her thighs and then she felt the hem of the tight-fitting skirt do a little pop up over the bottom crease of her ass cheeks.

How much of her bum could he see? How much of her barely panty covered crotch could her boss leer at right now? She didn’t know…But she heard his intake of breath and then to her shock, his loudly whispered curse.

“Jezuz fuck…that’s some hot business whore ass you got there.”

Alecia picked the paper up and fighting every urge in her body, she paused and then bent back up slowly. Her face blushed deeply from the humiliation of giving her lecherous boss a show of almost everything under her tiny skirt.

She took a deep breath and shimmed her skirt hem back down as much as she could over her bum cheeks. She then turned around to find him licking his lips and palming his enormous bulging crotch. His eyes were still fixed on everything below her waist.

His other large hand flew out, palm open and up to accept the paper, which she quickly placed in it. He snatched it up and then read it aloud with a smirk.

“You want a 15% raise and five more vacation days…And you want extra time off allowed for leaving early for your daughters various clubs and school events…Hmmm.”

He hummed as he looked at the slip of paper. Then he asked,

“So, you think you deserve any of this? What the fuck have you done to make my company more productive more profitable? in the…” he stopped to try and remember what her file had said.

“Oh yes, the fourteen years you’ve worked here. You finally think you’ve done something worthwhile…something that merits a raise?”

As he said all this Alecia watched his eyes roam up and down her body. But only from her chest down to her feet…and then back up again to linger on her barely skirt covered lower half. 

He spent much time staring at the bare skin of her upper thighs just peeking out over the tops of her stockings and under the skirt’s revealing hem line. And while doing so he rubbed his crotch as if he were alone in the office watching porn on his computer.

Alecia didn’t know how to respond. She opened her mouth to plead about how good and committed an employee she had been, but instead she literally jumped in her heels as he gruffly barked,

“Show me your panty covered crotch…Pull up that slutty thing you call a business skirt and show me your panty covered mound.”

Alecia stood there frozen, mouth open in surprise, until he barked again.

“You want a fucking well deserved raise? Then obey your boss and show him your sexy snatch…You didn’t come in here today dressed like a hooker just to talk…did you? You came in here to butter me up, to make me hard, and do anything to get a raise...Right?”

All Alecia could do was make a small nod and with shaking hands grab the front of her skirt which she then shifted and pulled up over her thighs and then up to her hips.

She gulped and closed her eyes as she realized she was practically exposing herself to this man. Demeaning herself so she could get a raise. Her eyes then flew open when she heard a metallic sound slam down on his desk.

She stared at the set of handcuffs he had flung onto the top of his desk. Even more disturbing was the large dildo with a suction cup bottom that he then stuck with a firm slam of his fist into the corner of the desk as he reached across it.

He closed his desk drawer and stood. She let out a loud gust of breath as she looked down at his jutting erection. His cock was now fully free of his pants and bobbing in the air between them.

He strode up to her and then with a violent smack, cupped her mound. He petted and rubbed at her crotch as she stood there in shock. A shock that was made all the worse when he leaned down into her ear and he stated a shocking truth.

“Well fuck, this old slut is truly a business whore…your fucking panty is soaked! I think you’ll earn this raise just fine…and probably eagerly too.”

Alecia could not believe how damp the crotch of her panty felt as Mr. Anderson ground his palm into her lace-covered mound. When he stroked firmly over her barely hidden folds with his strong fingers, she flinched and bit her bottom lip.

The feeling in her body was not what she expected. Her inner thighs were beginning to quiver. It was as if her mind knew all this was demeaning if not degrading, yet below her waist, where her skirt had now ridden up very high, her body was enjoying it all.

After long seconds or possibly minutes, she didn’t know, he marched over to one of the opulent red leather chairs that adorned the corners of his large office. He sat and took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he barked at her,

“Take off your panties…Then ball them up and put them in your mouth…I don’t want to hear you whining about being underpaid… or unfair HR practices …I just want to see you earning your so called ‘well deserved raise’…NOW PEEL THEM OFF… YOU STUNNED CUNT!”

He had to shout at her to shake her out of her shocked stupor. Alecia nodded even though her back was to him. She quickly slid the underwear down her legs and then as ordered, balled them up.

She could feel the dampness from her own sex soaking the tiny lace garment. Holding them tight she was about to hesitantly put them in her mouth as ordered when Mr. Anderson’s deep voice halted her hand midair.

“Wait…before you put them in your sexy mouth…I will give you the privilege of wetting up that dildo stuck to my desk, seeing how you are going to be riding the thing shortly, as if it were a real cock…or do you want it dry going up into your slutty business whore pussy?”

Alecia almost spun her head around, the shock of his words hitting her full force. He wanted her to fuck herself with the dildo suction cupped to his desk. He wanted her to demean herself in ways that made her face turn red and her knees shake.

“If you want the raise that you think you deserve then you will amuse me by spreading your legs around the corner of my desk and you will fuck yourself eagerly with that dildo while you muffle your groans with your filthy panty…Or do you not want that raise…Alecia?”

With knees literally quaking and her heels tottering, Alecia bent over the desk. Her skirt began to ride up again, as she bent over the huge desk. 

Her mouth lowered to touch her lips to the tip of the phallic instrument stuck to the corner of the desk. In bending over she felt the cool AC air of her boss’s office flutter over her increasingly exposed most private parts. 

“You might as well pull that skirt all the way up and out of the way, Alecia. Be a good employee and show me everything you’ve got hiding under there.” 

She reached back and gripped her skirt and then she pulled it up. Up over her hips to let the stretchy clingy fabric scrunch up around her hips. She knew he now had a perfect view of her bare pussy and ass, and it just made her shudder.

“Perfect…fucking perfect…Now bend over and go back to sucking on that dildo like it was a real cock…An action I bet that you were once very good at…and may still be.”

Alecia closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around the dildo and she sucked. She sucked, then drooled as she bobbed her head up and down on the phallic thing. Only once choking on it as it hit the back of her throat.

“And go ahead, touch yourself while you’re sucking away on that thing…You did feel remarkably soft and fuckable down there. I bet you like to pet your own pussy when sucking on a dick?”

As if in an out of body trance, she reached her right hand down between her legs and she gently rubbed herself. She bent lower and sucked in the dildo deeper and harder, telling herself in her mind…it was all for her girls.

After what seemed like an eternity to her of fellating the cock like thing and petting her own mound, she finally heard him growl,

“Now take that panty and wipe yourself up…before you stuff it in your mouth…You should see your pussy from my angle…I swear it’s dripping! Fuck you are a surprisingly horny bitch!” 

She was stunned by his demand and then even more stunned when she took her panty and swiped it up between her own legs deep into her folds. Her sex was soaked and super sensitive. 

When she took a moment to rub the panty even deeper into her rows of damp pink flesh, rubbing over the swollen hood of her clit, she involuntarily gasped and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy hard into her own hand.

Her knees almost buckled and her reaction caused a loud chuckle from behind her.

“Now stuff that dirty slut dampened panty in your mouth, so you don’t alert the stupid bitches outside my office to how badly you want a raise. I am sure you’ll make some noise trying to fuck yourself to a raise…Yes that’s right…now ride that dildo…Show me how you’ll doing anything to earn that raise…and hell, maybe a promotion too!”

Alecia grimaced and then with clenched eyes, jammed the balled up panty into her mouth. For a moment she wanted to gag, but the taste of herself on her tongue soon settled in and then she spread her legs and she began to straddle the corner of the large mahogany desk.

Alecia thought she had done a lot of wild things in her youthful college years, but she had never done anything like this incredibly demeaning scenario, inserting a dildo into her pussy in front of a man, her boss in fact.

She gritted her teeth and let the tip of the hard silicone thing slide back and forth through her folds. With a shimmy of her hips, she soon had the tip of the jutting straight up drool covered dildo, poking into the wetness of her slit.

She shifted her feet apart, wobbling more on the heels than she expected. Wobbling so much and then almost collapsing that her pelvis dropped, her body sunk and she slammed both her hands down on the desk as the full height and girth of the phallic tool disappeared up inside her snug channel.

She moaned deeply, almost to the point of screaming as the dildo filled her up. She definitely realized then the intelligence of Mr. Anderson demanding she plug up her mouth with her own pussy soaked panty.

“Now fuck that thing, Alecia…Ride it! Pump it into your body…Fuck yourself like the Business Whore I know you can be!” she heard Mr. Anderson pant out behind her.

If she could have seen him, been able to focus on him, she would now realize he was out of his chair and approaching her from behind with his rigid cock in hand. A pumping hand.

She might have even seen him wind up with his cock free hand and then brace herself for the hard ass slap that was coming. 

But she didn’t. She couldn’t, not in the dildo riding frenzy she was now involved in…and much to her own humiliation and guilt, greatly enjoying.

The slap he gave to her ass was loud and a shock to her. He delivered another one, and then another…Alternating ass cheeks as she humped the dildo and her panty stuffed mouth moaned loudly. 

Six more loud hard spanks came in quick succession. Her fingers were clawing away at the top of his desk, so hard they left nail marks in the wood as she braced her upper body and she kept up her furious fucking of his desk.

Her ass heated up as did her pussy. Her clit felt like it was on fire and throbbing. And when she felt his huge erect dick slide up through the valley between her butt cheeks, and his hand came around under her hips to finger her clit…She lost it!

Which is why his other huge hand covered the lower half of her face. To make sure the cunt soiled panty stayed in her mouth and that her scream filled climax got thoroughly silenced before anyone out in the rest of the office could hear.

But even as she screamed out her incredible, full body orgasm into the flesh of his huge hand, she did hear him huff into her ear as he had her bent over the desk and his cock suddenly began spurting onto her ass and lower back,

“Maybe Alecia next time I take this back hole for a spin and then you can earn those extra vacation days. An extra day for every inch of cock your snug asshole can swallow up!” 

He gritted his teeth and put his hands on the back of her head. Jerking it and yanking at her hair as he continued to rub one out on the soft glowing skin of her bare and freshly spanked ass.

With one more solid swat of her shuddering ass he then stepped away from her bent over body. She had collapsed on his desk. The flexible based dildo still seemed to be partially inside her, which made him chuckle.

Her breathing was rough and her face was covered in brand new tears as she fought back sobs of embarrassment, humiliation, guilt…and most of all… intense pleasure. 

It took Alecia a while to compose herself and when she did, she realized she was standing there in front of him, her pussy fully exposed with her cum drizzled skirt still wrapped around her waist like a belt and her cunt and drool drenched panty half hanging out of her mouth. 

He was sitting back at his desk. Dangling the set of handcuffs off one of his long fingers. He was rubbing his chin and then he grinned.

“We’ll use these lovely steel things next time, Alecia. For your next salary review meeting…You know I don’t give raises just like that!” he said snapping his fingers.

Alecia gulped, she shimmied down her skirt over her palm marked and stuck with cum ass, twirling it around to look at all the wet semen spots on it. She looked back up at her boss with a look that to him appeared she was about to cry.

“Another meeting? Another review?” she gulped out.

“Yes…an oral one…A hands free one you could say. But don’t worry because based on your performance review today…I would say you earned a good 1% raise…And maybe we structure it that way…1% for every successful review meeting we have.”

Alecia stood there stunned until she watched him point at the door. 

“Now get back to work Alecia…Go do whatever it is you do here at the company and make me some more money!”

Alecia staggered speechless to the office door. Her hand was on the door handle when she heard him add,

“But just know that tomorrow…we’ll have that second review…Schedule it in for 3pm. I will be looking forward to a good…oral presentation from you by that late in the day. A mandatory hands free one like I said.” 

Which is when he tossed the handcuffs back in the drawer, then he added,

“Oh, and please come dressed in similar attire tomorrow…Appropriate Business Whore only from now on for you, Alecia…if you want to keep moving up the pay scale here at Anderson Industries.”

She could only nod and then murmur, “Yes…Sir…Mr. Anderson…Sir” as she left his office trying to hide the cum stains on her skirt as she wobbled on her heels back to her desk and she sat there on her damp sticky ass, hiding from all the other female employees leering and judging eyes.

Wiping away the tears and the fact that her pussy still ached in a humiliatingly pleasing way, she tried to focus on work and not the demeaning efforts and degrading possibilities she faced if she was going succeed at getting that full raise she figured she deserved.

...The end…

I really enjoy your stories, probably a little too much. I especially like the asylum series. I was wondering if you ever thought about writing a story where the girl has to walk along a crotchrope, or even race with another girl? Just a niche interest of mine.

Thanks.

I have been working on that. A cute young thing who’s only goal, to get out of this crotch burning predicament, is to ring that bell.

And if she does? her sadistic mistress may just let her off the rope, to be nailed again in her tight young cunt with a most diabolical strap-on.

Still spending every minute of every day on hands and knees with her tits cruelly weighed down, Monica’s level of discomfort and distress is at a new all time low.

More chains have been added to her wrists and ankles. And even her nose has a new piece of impossible to remove steel dangling from it.

It’s perfect for attaching a leash or length of chain to. The perfect way to keep her stuck in one place overnight after 15 to 16 hours of crawling around naked, under the hot sun and in front of all the lecherous male guards.

And if you didn’t read it the first time. Here’s the link to her depraved story.

So will Alecia get that raise she thinks she deserves?

She’s going to try her best to impress her demanding Boss, that’s for sure, even if it means humiliating herself in front of him.

Even if it means performing in ways she never would have anticipated and letting her Boss, Mr. Anderson, control and enjoy her while she pleads her case.

Will she get that raise?

Bikini bound horror…preparing her for training

Getting sand in her coochie was no longer her biggest worry. It was more the small yet powerful device he held in his right hand, and the dangling steel ring he held in his left.

“Come on! Shake them titties for me, slut! You think I grabbed you off the beach just to have you sit here and look stupid…stupid yet fucking hot! I must say, stuck in all that rope.” He pointedly barked down at her.

He then jabbed the handheld device into her nicely rounded cleavage and let loose a robust number of loud painful snaps of the tool across the fabric of her bikini top. 

When the sparking tip of the tool slid under the fabric shielding her right breast, moving the fabric aside, he accurately delivered a sparking snap to the very tip of her nipple.

She screeched into the many layers of sticky duct tape sealed over her mouth. Her cruelly bound legs, ropes biting into her, bound together thighs and ankles, and even her knees, strained and pulled at the steel bolts they were cruelly and obscenely tied to.

The ropes kept her legs splayed wide open, her sex ready for him to reach down and play with, which he already had taken the liberty with once. Once, after she came too from whatever he had used to knock her out at the usefully quiet beach.

…

It had been a long groping of her sand peppered pussy that ended with her shrieking into her tape gag and thrashing madly at her ropes as she watched him drop a set of pliers and some long sharp needles down on the piss dampened cement, right between her rope ensnared legs. 

Then he left her alone to shiver and stare at them as he took care of other things, like cleaning out the van and making sure everything for her enforced long stay was ready.

He left her long enough that she even degradingly pissed herself. A sobbing and crying result that was due to her beach side drinks and of course her unbridled new level of fear and shock at being abducted and bound so brutally.

…

Her abductor pulled back the red handled tool to let her tape gagged screams subside. Then he asked again, 

“So…you gonna shake them beautiful tits for me…or what? Or do you want me to stick this into your sand filled slit and see how badly we can really make you wail? This sucker can spark up a dirty clit like you wouldn’t believe. Just ask any of the cunts before you!”

She let out a snotty loud sob and bobbed her head in the affirmative, trying not to choke on the rope he had basically leashed her with. 

It was a cruelly snug and taut leash that always hinted at choking her and kept her head with little room to move. Plus, it anchored her to an ominous looking wooden post. A post she tried not to think too much about.

He gleefully watched as her strictly bound arms were the first thing to try and move. Her bound elbows and wrists twitched behind her body. Her fingers clawed at the cement floor and her pelvis shifted the tiniest bit. Then she tried to thrust her chest out and around.

“That’s it…Shake them sexy titties, you hot slut…Show me how proud you are of those damn fine pair of perky boobies. Show me that you’ll want me to jizz all over them once we get playing good and hard!”

Her long thick black hair spilled over her shoulders as she tried to keep her chest swaying.  It was hard with her arms so well tied behind her back and her legs so twistedly secured and forcibly splayed open. But she managed.

In fact, her shaking of her tits as she sobbed and clenched her watery eyes shut, became so energetic her ample tits began to spill out of the bikini top. Which made him very pleased.

And when she stopped her shoulder and upper torso swaying, her right tit was almost entirely free of her top. Her nipple, tiny shock burns in full view, stayed humiliatingly exposed.

She was panting through her nose, tears streaming down her cheeks and over her duct taped face. His hand lowered and her reached for her left tit. She squealed as he squeezed it and he dug in his fingers under the base of her tit.

He grabbed it and hefted it up and out of the bikini fabric so that both her tits sat up and out, exposed and looking extra proud with the support of the bikini top’s elastic base.

“Hmmm…That’s fine set of tits you got there, honey! As fine as this lovely coochie…You like when I call your cunt a coochie? Or should I just call it what it is…A mighty fine cunt?”

He stood dead between her shaking legs now, the toe of his boot rubbing back and forth over the apex of her mound. 

Each rub of his hard boot irritated her sand encrusted sex. It was growing redder with each completed, back and forth slow grinding he made into her most delicate of flesh.

Each rub made her bikini crotch fabric pool over to one side, to leave her pussy fully exposed, just like her tits. He licked his lips at her and then pushed his foot in a fraction of an inch deeper.

He dug the boot in harder and rolled his boot toe around. Each circle of his hard leather sole ground over her clit and caused a deep groan of agonizing discomfort to emanate from deep in her chest.

“Hmmm, so where should we start.” He hummed to himself, above her shaking head. 

Her hair had cascaded down over her face and chest. Her view of his sadistic smiling face now thankfully obscured for a few precious moments. 

Moments that ended when he brushed her hair back. He took a fist full and then yanked so he could angle her head back.

Her face looked utterly shocked as his newly freed cock terrifyingly bobbed in her face. The truth of what she was to be used for, what he wanted to leave in her, and on her, dripping from the tip.

“Look at that…lots of pre-cum queuing up already to come sprouting out onto your teary pretty face and sexy as hell tits. And that’s just the first few places I will be leaving some deposits of cum.”

Then he raised his left foot and he tapped the phallic head of the large steel bolt anchoring her right leg.

“And once we’ve rubbed all that beach sand out of your pussy…and you’ve spent some time riding this…and swallowing that!” he added with a nod to the cock like dildo mounted to the post at horrifically at her face height, 

“We’ll pull you off those fun training cocks and try using both of them holes for some serious fucking about.”

This speech started her most energetic panicked flailing and thrashing about that he had seen since dragging her in from his van. But he expected it…Because they all did this…

Every one of the bikini clad sexy sluts he brought home from the beach to bind, gag and leave wallowing in misery on his home built ‘Training Post’, they all went through this same crazy moment of thrashing about and utterly futile attempt at breaking free.

But it wasn’t the last time she might thrash about and scream like this, unless she was super keen to learn how to deep throat and avoid the deserving nastiness that the other girls’ failures brought about. The failure of swallowing his dick until his balls mashed into their slobber covered chins and their snotty noses crushed into his pelvic bone.

An eagerness few had been able to achieve…to avoid the ring gag…the pliers, the shock tool, and the incentivizing needles that he liked to stick through a shrieking girl’s nipples or clit.

Sharp pointy needles, that when required, he would use on those girls who couldn’t seem to learn how to swallow his entire cock.

They all thrashed and screamed and wailed like crazy as he took his time and slowly pierced and stuck them with the pointy sharp bits of steel. 

Sometimes so much metal he inserted into their most sensitive nubs, he could barely see the pink or tan flesh he had started with …But eventually they learned.

The question now was would this sexy bikini clad cunt learn? with or without his aids? 

No story yet for this poor thing...But I am sure she would appreciate someone reading to her as she spends her days sitting there naked, chained up cruelly and knowing her life will never be anything but miserable...

Another soul crushing day in the long and depraved life of a prisoner named Monica…

The sun beat down harshly on Monica’s bare back and ass as she struggled to crawl her way across the massive compound. Her middle-aged naked body ached in many places, but the alternative could be much worse… and sometimes was…But she did her best to avoid that.

The sun glinted off a couple of the guard towers that jutted up out of the razor wire topped concrete walls. Walls she had no hope of ever seeing over or ever again enjoying the freedom that might be found on the other side of them. 

She winced as she forced her knees forward and the huge lead balls lying in the dirt by her knees dragged through the dirt with her. 

One hand at a time she moved forward on the ground, the steel cuffs bolted around them slipping around her wrists. Her upper torso moved forward slowly and the never-ending ache in her chest ignited.

She bit her bottom lip and winced again as she shifted her left knee forward. The lead balls tugged on the chains attached to them. Short lengths of chain that ran up to her chest.

All the wincing came from the sharp bits of discomfort that racked her chest, all because the extremely heavy lead balls were attached to one of the most sensitive parts of her body… her nipples.

She was alone now, out in the huge desolate compound. And she would remain alone for hours, or until the next chain gang of barely dressed female prisoners were marched out from their dreary cramped cells ‘to enjoy’ their mandated one hour of daily exercise.

The last group of three dozen whimpering and cowering women had just been assembled and marched back into their sunless concrete cells after their enforced 60 minute walking of huge circles around the prison yard. 

Monica had crawled along beside them, she had too. It’s what the ruthless and sadistic guards demanded of her since Monica essentially ‘lived’ 24-7 out in the prison compound. 

She had no cell assigned to her, no simple patch of concrete floor space to lay on beside other chained up women. No space in a sunless dank cell to lay there and sob away her mind-numbing imprisonment like the other degraded inmates. 

Monica’s world was out here in the dirt, dirt that sometimes was cold mud as the seasons changed and rain pelted down on her.

And yes, the guards long ago did give poor Monica the option of walking around the compound like the other heavily shackled and suffering women. 

But then she would have to have her permanent wrist rings locked behind her back like all the other whimpering women as they trudged around the compound. And that would mean her swaying steel ring choked tits would be at the mercy of gravity and the unbelievably heavy lead balls that were permanently and punishingly attached to them.

In her many years ‘living’ in this prison she had already spent too many days and in some cases weeks with those terribly cruel things painfully pulling down on her nipples. To the point that the holes in her delicate nipples were now elongated and horribly distended.

So, to be offered the choice of being kept naked and crawling around the compound on all fours for 18 hours of the day, the hefty tit weights dragged along on the ground beside her knees, that to her was the only offer to accept.

But it wasn’t always that way. There were still times when the lecherous and sadistic guards decided she wasn’t suffering enough in her lifelong sentence. So her punishment would be amped up for a few sick hours, or even an entire night, like last night.

Right now, as she crawled slowly along in the dirt, her naked ass shifting about in full view of the south guard tower number 3, she reached up and touched the flesh of her dangling left tit.

It burned and was still heated from what they had done to her for the entire previous evening. The deep red whip and cane marks, mostly on the underside of the flesh of her steel choked breast, stung as she touched herself.

Then she froze. The terrifying sound of a faceless guard’s deep voice echoed around the prison walls. The threatening male voice projected out of every loudspeaker facing the prison compound.

“Inmate! Move your fucking ugly lazy ass down there…No lounging about…You pathetic old whore!...Or do you want to go back on the wall?”

Monica made the slightest shake of her head and then put hand in front of hand, knee after knee, as she went back to crawling around the huge grassless expanse. What else could she do?

Monica had to turn a corner since she came face to face with a towering grey concrete expanse that was the north wall. As she turned her body to crawl in a new direction she could turn her head and stare back over at the wall the guard was talking about. The wall where she had spent all last night…suffering in unending agony.

The hideous and painful tools they had used on her still littered the piss soaked dirt where she had endured having her wrists locked high above her head and her feet forced wide apart and tied off.

Her most delicate interior thigh flesh fully exposed for the sadistic night shift of horny guards hard groping, deep almost painful fingering, and then just general unwanted violations of every orifice in her imprisoned body by their fingers and their nasty tools.

But even then… that had not been the worst of it.

No, the worst came after hours of suffering there on the wall with her tits grotesquely distended by those incredibly heavy lead weights. Her abused sex impaled for a time with some rudimentary created dildos mounted on old wooden broom poles.

Dildos removed and real cocks than plunged into her, Monica’s perpetually mistreated tits still felt the pull of the weights. Ten pound each, lead balls that agonizingly dragged down her chained and stretched out nipples, a most cruel and never-ending punishment that made her chest throb in agony.

One guard, who after years of his sick attentions, she knew to be the most sadistic of all of them, came up to stand so close that the crotch bulge in his guard uniform pushed uncomfortably into her stomach and his smoke and beer breath swamped her nostrils.

“Bet your ugly saggy titties are hurtin good, aren’t they inmate?” he growled into Monica’s distraught face.

She answered with a whimper and an even more pronounced grimace as one of his large hands cupped her bushy brown-haired mound. His fingers probing into her folds as his other hand then rested on one of the lead balls. 

And with the just tiniest bit of downward pressure, he made Monica wail. His wicked little hand pressure making her chained nipple grossly distend and the pain in her chest spread into all her body.

“YES…YES…GAWD YES…THEY HURT! She screamed out in reply to his question as overhead her locked shackled hands yanked at the steel mount protruding from the prison wall.

His smirking face bent lower to look into hers. Her face weas covered in fresh tears as he offered, “Well then, you want me to take the pressure off them saggy, ugly, tit bits?”

Monica panted and nodded her head. Her water filled eyes pleading with him to stop torturing her chest. The lead weight he had a hold of, he then lifted up and over her trembling shoulder, between her forcibly held up arms. 

He then let it drop and for a second it balanced in the snug space between her arm and the side of her head…but then it disappeared behind her back…yanking her tit upward with it.

This was a new sensation of agony she hadn’t felt before as the chain slid over her shoulder and the cruel tit weight travelled down her back. She was screaming as he did the same to her other breast.

When he stood back to bend over in laughter, both her chained and brutalized nipples were basically up under her ears. Ears that were being blasted by her own wails as her tits stretched upward in a shape that wasn’t normal or humane in any way.

And those wails of agony and shock then turned into the most intense and ear drum splitting screams as he picked up a whip and he took delight in practicing his aim on the freshly exposed underside of her left tit.

That horrific bout of degradation and unfounded punishment had probably been 10 or 12 hours ago, Monica figured, based on the position of the hot sun in the sky and the cell door that the latest group of chained up and cowering prisoners had just been marched out of. 

After years of living out in this compound she knew the schedule of the forced exercise times like no other inmate did in this prison. And as a group of 30 plus, almost naked women, were shoved and cattle prodded out of the door for cell block B, Monica knew it was late morning, 11 am to be precise.

…An hour later…

Her hands felt more beaten up and dirty than usual, her knees were also hurting more than normal. Monica had just finished pacing herself around and around the compound with this latest group of trembling, crying and whimpering women. Women who were now all being herded together for their journey back into the dark confines of cell block B. 

Some of them were eyeing her with an almost sort of longing or in some cases jealousy, since they soon would be back inside their cramped cells, chained to walls to wait for another 23 hours before they would see the sky or stretch their soon to be heavily shackled limbs.

But from Monica’s point of view being forced to live outside, on all fours like an animal, might not be any better than the hell that waited back inside the cells for these chained up women.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as they lined the women up and then ran short lengths of chain from each shivering woman’s shackled hands backwards to the front steel hoop of the collar of the woman behind.

It created a chain gang that meant not keeping pace could possibly choke a woman. And it also made a loud racket of jangling metal as the long line of women of every shape and size tried to move forward.

And as they sometimes did, the guards did not lock up the last two. These two were young looking, barely out of their teens if that. They had on very short and ugly brown colored prison issued tunics that did not cover more than the upper half of their well-toned asses. 

They stood there utterly confused, looks of humiliation on their young faces as the guards leering eyes looked down under their short sex exposing tunics.

As Monica correctly guessed, they were new to this prison. Utterly innocent of anything expect getting caught saying something disparaging about the President…and they had no idea what was about to happen to them.

They both looked even more confused and then utterly scared as a couple of guards stuck their electric cattle prods into the herd of women, making that chain gang of women, shrieking and wailing, march off through the cell block B door to their overcrowded cells. 

But of course, a half dozen guards hung back.

Monica kept slowly crawling away from the scene that she knew was coming next. Her many, many, mind numbing years of crawling around the compound like an animal, meant she had witnessed all the debauchery one could imagine, and then some.

She had hoped to crawl far away from the coming mayhem of loud begging and then brutality caused screaming that would soon follow as the guards took their turns. 

Turns bending over these two girls with pairs of guards holding each one in place as guard after guard unzipped his trousers, exposed his erect dick and then plunged it into each of the unwilling girl’s snug cunts…or worse, their very tight and virgin assholes…Monica had seen and heard it all.

“Get the fuck over here!” shouted a guard over Monica’s screeching.

Monica was shrieking because a fist had a firm grip on her hair and was pulling her rapidly back over to the pair of bent over and wailing young women. The lead weights attached to Monica’s nipples pulled excruciatingly on her tormented flesh as the guard kept dragging her along the dirt, her hands and knees unable to keep up with his pace.

Mercifully, Monica’s hair pulling was quickly over.  Though the savage rape of the two girls was already underway as a pair of guards, for each girl held on to the girls cuffed hands and kept them bent over, tunics pulled up and bare asses and pussies exposed for use. 

And all the while each bent over girl had another guard stuck behind her. His hands digging into their slender waists for grip and leverage and each guard loudly hammering their hips into the exposed bums of each loudly screaming girl.

More guards appeared and soon a line formed behind each of the shrieking and screaming young new inmates. It was then that Monica learned the sordid reason that she had been dragged back into this sick and twisted scene.

The prison Warden himself towered over her as she trembled there on her hands and knees. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi erect cock. He grinned down at her, a grin she could fully see as she chanced a glance upward.

“That’s right inmate, you’ve been out here crawling around like a pig for over a decade, so you know the drill. We got a big line up of hardworking horny guards who need some well-earned on the job R and R!”

His cock slid over the top of Monica’s head, his extra hairy balls tickled her forehead and then nose. He began to haphazardly slap at the side of her face as he added with a lust filled growl,