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Seductive Studio - SCARIEST HOME VIDEOS
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: The video starts out with a black screen and choking and coughing. A man's voice can be heard telling someone to just do as they are told and it will be alot easier for them. Screen fades into a view of a camera on a tripod. We can see through the view finder a pair of feet with the toes tied together. They are wriggling and squirming... Video fades into a bound Lily on a couch. He orders her to do various things with her feet and .. her with a wire when she doesn't do them to his liking. This goes on for some time, with some great shots of Lily's feet as she is choked again and again. Until the doorbell rings. Daphne is at the door. She's here to service his computer, he must have forgotten. Thinking on his toes quickly, he invites her in. She enters the living room to see Lily naked and bound on the couch. She says Hi, confused, and thinks it may be smart for her to leave.... but she is quickly grabbed from behind, put in a sleeper hold and taken down. Daphne awakens to find herself tied similarly to Lily on the couch, and is subjected to the same tortures that Lily is... The torture continues for the girls and they are ... one at a time as they wrinkled soles squirm in torment. This goes on for quite some time until they are put out of their misery with a simultanious ...
Seductive Studio - LATEX END DEUX
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: Two scantily clad spies are searching for some important document in the scientist house after killing him (we dont see him). They separate. Two (again scantily clad) heroines approach the house: they separate too. First heroine finds one of the spies, wrestle with her, but second spy comes back to the scene by surprise and puts the heroine to sleep .. The spies bind tightly to a chair the unconscious heroine, then they notice the second heroine approaching (watching out of a window, or whatever). The spies decide to prepare a trap, but first heroine wakes up (tied). She understand her fellow heroine in danger of an ambush. She tries to free herself feigning sleep, but the spies notice that: they taunt and handgag her. Tied heroine tries to warn her friend anyway, screaming and moving her chair, so desperately that they have to handsmother her, shutting her nose and mouth with gloved hands, making her unconscious again. They gag and blindfold her. Then they attack second heroine entering in the room. They wrestle her to the floor and quickly smother her wrapping her head with a thin latex sheet (Probably the bravest girl should be the one getting the head wrapped with the latex sheet ) Then they tie and gag the second unconscious heroine. Heroines are on the ground, well tied, blindfolded, gagged (use tape over a cloth cleave gag). They hear villain girls speaking about getting a van to transfer them to a nearby hideout and torture them for information. They rub their faces together to get rid of the blindfolds but they can’t dislodge the gags. They start to work at their bindings with hurry but when one of them has her legs free, the spies arrive. Heroine # 1 with free legs run and tries to go outside but finds the doors closed, calls for help at the windows hoping to attract attention (use your location at best here, do what you can), but she’s jumped on by the spies. She tries to defend with kicks. CUT to the other heroine #2: she manages to break free of her ropes and finds the...used by the bad girls. She takes it, hoping to come to the help for her fellow heroine. CUT to the first heroine: she can’t keep the villain girls at bay. They menace her with the latex sheet, get hold of her, block her on a bed or table (or on the floor) and proceed to put her to sleep using the latex sheet again to wrap her head. When the heroine #1 faints and is immobile, one of the spies takes the latex sheet and goes to suffocate heroine #2 (they believe she’s still tied), the other spy stays to bind the unconscious girl. Heroine #2 ambushes the villain girl looking for her, and put her to sleep ...Then she finds her mate, unconscious and being tied by the other spy. Heroine #2 uses .. to put this spy to sleep too.
Seductive Studio - JENNYS INTERROGATION
Categories: RolePlay, Death Fetish, SoftCore, Fantasy, Pretty Girls, Abusive Game, Fetish
Description: Jenny has been stripped down and tied to a pole. She is ordered to tell the combination or she will be tortured. She refuses and is whipped across the belly with a belt. She cries out in pain, but is shown no mercy. She is interrogated and tortured with smacks, blows, pinches, and stretches to her tender stomach...
Psycho-Thrillers - Taken 2
Categories: Strangle, Hanging, Rape, Death Fetish, Maniac, RolePlay
Description: The detective is investigating the discovery of the first victim at the mall when his fiancee shows up to shop. He tells her to go home and stay away from the malls until he can solve the case. She reluctantly promises him but shows up at a mall 2 days later where she is kidnapped, then raped and strangled to death. The detective faces mental torture when the killer calls his home number and forces him to listen to his fiancee being torture raped. Helpless, he vows to track down the killer. Unfortunately for his fiancee she is strangled to death as she brutally struggles for life. He then fucks her good and climaxes all over her pretty doll-like face then disposes of her in an area similar to the first victim.
Yasinia was so pleased. Not only was this batch of just-captured girls every bit as beautiful as any that had been brought into her mansion, but a demon had appeared to her that morning in order to inform her that the Master himself has decided to grace her coven with His presence! Such an honor was rarely given and it would elevate Yasinia to one of the highest positions in the Hierarchy of Black Witches!
"The Master invokes thee not to make any extra provisions or fuss about His stay with you", the demon messenger had hissed. "He is in a good mood and intends to observe you and your fellow witches having your fun with these slave-bitches that you've snatched. Of course, He will probably suggest some favorite things and eventually join in the festivities if He wishes.
"You know the Master", the demon purred, appearing to be a bit too familiar in his mention of the Dark One. "His great cock is always hardened and He constantly needs to empty those heavy balls of His semen to soften it a little. I'm sure that some of your new slaves will end up screaming from the rapture of His shafting!"
And now the witch Yasinia went to each of the slave holding rooms and personally selected the bitches who would be serving the pleasures of her witch friends and her Special Guests.
The Master surprised everyone with His calm and appealing demeanor and appearance. Rather than His normal eight-foot height, this time He chose a more 'human' stature of six feet or so. And His voice, usually very low and booming, was now smooth and pleasant to the ear. Indeed, He was in one of His rare good moods and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Himself; casually flitting from chamber to chamber, seeing what wonderful and terrible things His witch followers were doing to this quite impressive collection of young slave-bitches. More than once did He step in to kindly offer His experience direction in the dispatching of a sacrificial slave.
This was the time that female witches of the Coven chose and established their lasting relationships with their slavettes. Such choices were not made quickly; those captives who were not destined for sacrifice were confined in the Punishment Cells, where their tender bodies were offered up for the whips and canes of the witches who frequently visited them there.
Over the course of the week, each Witch Mistress would gradually come to prefer a particular slavette. There were so many factors guiding a Mistress's choice - the way the girl cried or quivered under the lash or the fashion in which she begged for mercy. In any case, each Witch Mistress would have acquired yet another young beauty for herself by the end of the week's festivities - to take home to keep as a giver of pleasure and ultimately, as a provider of her life forces; which would add many more years of existence to her Mistress.
It was Witch Yasinia's honor to be asked by the Master to demonstrate the proper way to dispatch a sacrificial victim. An unaccomplished witch could learn well by observing Yasinia's expert gutting technique that left her slave twitching, jerking and screaming her cries of agony for the pleasure of the Exalted Master before He received her captive soul...
Given the aura and excitement caused by the Master's presence, it would be easy to overlook the other usual sagas taking place between the witches and their slaves.
One such event was the attendance of the four Mendusa Sisters, whose elder sister was some 830 years old - with the next oldest sibling being 811 years. With a permanent collection of over fifty slavegirls confined at their Bavarian castle estate, the sisters were always able to absorb plenty of life-extending energy from the sexual pleasures and the pain taken from those unfortunate captives.
Tonight, the youngest sister, a young 270 years, had selected a beautiful English slave as her take-home prize. But being a strong believer in family sharing, she would immediately offer her new little bitch to her older sisters for their use and enjoyment.
As much as He had been enjoying the various goings-on at the Coven's festival, the Master knew that He must soon leave. After all, there was so much to be done. The world was full of available bodies and souls just waiting to be taken. His witches understood His need to go and presented Him with a wonderful going-away gift: The spoiled but innocent 19 year-old virgin daughter of a dishonest preacher; a man who swindled his trusting, lower-income church flock .
The Master was very much pleased with this present and bestowed His blessing on the Coven. This was just the kind of human gift that appealed to His ironic nature and He took His time initiating her before consigning her to His special harem down in the depths.
He was a rough lover - that was His nature, of course. And the preacher's daughter suffered an entire night of His abuse before, as the sun rose in the morn, the Master finally relented and released the thick red cum from His heavy-hanging balls with one last deep cock-thrust. His evil semen burned inside the preacher's girl and she screamed deliriously and cried, her tortured body raising against it's will to meet His slamming cock.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....! Such a sweet and obedient little whore. Your fate will be to My fuckslut for eternity! Now beg Me to use you again and curse your father's name !"
And she did.
The Lady Western Ambassador Becomes a Fuck-Toy.
There was only chaos, violence and confusion in the isolated African country known as Butana and it was only natural that the small population of Westerners who resided there would be as caught up in all the bedlam. Mostly they consisted of the handful of staffers from the two Western embassies along with a few dozen dedicated aid workers.
But now there was no lawful authority in this poor, corrupt mini-nation. The Premier and his cohorts were dead and both the rebels and the rag-tag leftovers from the army roamed wantonly; killing, raping and pillaging at will. The walls and the status of the Western embassies meant nothing to them...
"P-Please, please don't hurt me any more! I signed the paper just as you wanted!", Madame Ambassador Patricia Maples begged to the tall African renegade officer named Okuru.
Okuru chuckled. "Yes, my little rich white bitch, you've shown that you do what you're told. I like that. Well, I'll fill in whatever crime that you've just confessed to later. But right now, keep stroking my cock, make it big."
"They might have made you some kinda Ambassador, but now you're nothing but Okuru's personal piece of pussy!"
The Western Ambassador's 19 year-old Daughter
is Impregnated by Her African Master.
Under cover of all the continuing violence and mass disorder, all the Western males in Butana's capital were murdered; only the white females were spared. Their pale bodies were considered exotic and they were rumored to the most extraordinary fucks - once they were broken in and put in their place.
Wiona Maples, 19, was the daughter of Ambassador Patricia Maples. She had mostly enjoyed her time in this quaint little African country. It was a bit boring, but the fantastic around-the-clock attentive service from the embassy's large staff of Butanian cooks, servants and maids had more than made up for it. Wiona had only to clap her hands and a eager black staffer would be there, ready to serve her.
But now it was Wiona who being forced into service. She had been given to one of the renegade army officers. She had resisted at first, but she soon was tamed after a few hours of rude punishment. Wiona was even forced to watch her own mother being fucked like a common whore; Wiona was amazed how her once-proud Mom submitted so thoroughly to that huge African cock that attacked her cunt and asshole. Watching her mother suck the cum from the cock that had just pulled out of her ass brought home the fact final realization
there was nothing for her but to give her Black Master everything and anything he demanded.
Wiona's pussy never seemed to be able to stretch enough to take all of Colonel Nomvebi's dick without pain. The big African always liked it rough and hard when he banged her pussy and asshole. And he liked it often.
Wiona cried as Nomvebi grunted in her ear, "They will never find you or your mother. And you will give me many babies!" His large hands cupped her buttocks and arched her slender body up in order take every inch of his dark shaft as he started emptying a particularly heavy load of his thick cum deep in her uterus.
"Move your little white ass, bitch! Yeah, that's it! Keep pumping out my cum! Work for my baby! Ahhhhhh...."
Nomvebi held Wiona's butt tightly in place, rotating her hips as he continued to impregnate the girl with the virile jism that pumped from his heavy black balls...
Uhura Chooses Young Marcela to be Her Prison Bitch.
But it was not only the African males who got to exploit and enjoy what the stranded Western girls had to offer. In their haste - and desperation - to flee from the marauding gangs of rebels and renegade army thugs, many Western females thought that maybe, just maybe, one of the handful of woman's jails and prisons might provide some kind of shelter.
But they would instead find, to their dismay, that their fates inside any one of these all-female African institutions would offer only another form of slavery and depravity...
Marcela, an earnest French aid-worker had come to Butana to help organize water and food projects for the benefit of the ordinary rural villagers. She had managed to evade the rape gangs that roamed the countryside and had finally found refuge inside the small woman's prison located in a rather isolated valley outside the capital.
Yes, they would take Marcela in - but she would have to be put in with the general prison population. The rapists would never think of looking for a white girl there. But Marcela would discover that once there, she would be just another inmate expected to abide by prison rules.
And one prime prison rule was that pretty young foreign white girls were expected to be sexual slaves to any tough African woman who wanted her.
Uhura was the biggest, toughest inmate in the institution. This was no longer an opinion, but a fact, because Uhura had just established herself as the toughest by thoroughly beating her nearest competition into a pulp.
And there was nothing Marcela could do but obediently comply when Uhura sat on top of her and told her, "My nipples need you to suck them, white girl. Suck them now and get them real hard before I start teaching you how to lick my pussy....."
Brenda Suffers One Last Ass-fucking Before She is Sold.
Brenda had served as the personal secretary to the Ambassador of another Western embassy in Butana's capital city. Her first shock was see the Ambassador shot dead as he tried to flee the surly crowd of rebels who had forced their way into his office. But that was only the beginning for Brenda. The next three days was a horrible mix of painful spankings, whippings and the most humiliating forced sex as the rebels turned Brenda in a whore.
Brenda could hear the cries of other white females throughout the building as they suffered from the attentions of one African cock after another. Her own snatch was leaking constantly from the mixed overflow of the many different dicks that were using it and her anus was sore from the way they liked to fuck her from behind.
There was no thought of resisting now; Brenda knew her body no longer belonged to her any more. No need to struggle, only the duty to give them what they wanted...
Brenda sobbed quietly as the rebel leader steadily pushed that overly-thick dick of his up her asshole.
"Mmmmm... Gaaa...", the big African grunted as the interior anal walls of Brenda's ass tightly gripped his engorged black shaft. He had begun to really enjoy his twice-a-day ass-fuckings with this petite but firm-bodied white girl and how she made him cum so hard. But the offer from the Arab was good money. He knew his Arab client was getting impatient standing there, but he was determined to enjoy Brenda one last time...
"Move that ass, bitch... fuck me back... Big eh? You'll miss my black sausage up the us, won't you? A pity they sold you. C'mon now, fuck harder and make me cum! Your new owner is waiting and you don't want him to get impatient!"
"Ohhhh... Godddd...!" Brenda trembled from the agony of the African's assault as he started to get his rhythm established, his foot-long cock slamming to the hilt against her captive buttocks.
Regine Obediently Asks to be Whipped.
The American food-aid coordinator in Butana was an attractive 25 year-old brunette by the name of Regine Stewert. Ms. Stewert had seen some disquieting signs of unrest and preparations for violence some weeks ago, but her dedication to her job kept her from taking one of the early flights out of the country. Then it had been too late.
With a few other Westerners, Regine had sought refuge inside the notorious Jumbuti Woman's Prison at the edge of the city. Regine had a fleeting acquaintance with the middle-aged African woman who served as the prison's warden. While the woman, Miss Ngata, had made Regine somewhat uncomfortable being around her at times, Regine could only hope that she could provide shelter there.
Miss Ngata was indeed happy to take in Regine and her friends. It was not until Ngata summoned the prison guards to handcuff the other girls did Regine realize that there had been a reason why she felt entirely at ease with Miss Ngata. Ngata gave Regine the choice of being given over to one of the rape gangs - or to follow orders and obey.
"Take off your clothes, girl, and get to your knees so you can eat my pussy. Do it now!" Regine had never licked a pussy before, but Miss Ngata was experienced at teaching new girls. After a few attempts, Regine started to learn how to use her tongue sloppy-wet on that black pussy; how Miss Ngata liked to hold Regine's head in place by her hair as she climaxed hard. Miss Ngata's cunt-juice was thick, slimy and foul-tasting and Regine gagged the first time she had to clean out that African cunt with her tongue. But there behind the locked doors of her office, Miss Ngata gave Regine a few more opportunities to get used to it. In fact, it was four times within an hour that Miss Ngata's body shook as her pussy smothered the girl's mouth with more of her rancid juices.
With her mouth still tasting of the Prison Warden's rank pussy juice and musty asshole, the American girl has passed her first test.
Now the Warden tells her, "You must prove to me that you deserve the privilege of eating my pussy and ass every day. Show me why I should keep you as my property."
"This is Lamuba and Cybara, two of my most trusted guards. I want you to beg them to whip you while I watch. I want you to beg them to whip you hard, so hard that you faint. They'll do a good job if you ask them nicely. Then I'll reward you by letting you spend the night with all three of us...."
Missus Lamumba Examines Her White Slaves.
Things are tough and brutal in the Third World. There are mostly places in which there are those who have and those who don't. There are few controls concerning what is right and wrong; that is mostly a matter of those who have power deciding what is right.
Even in the midst of the chaos that was taking place in Butana, those who had real power did not worry. The renegades, the rebels, the Army and the gangs all understood there were those who controlled the gold and the mines; people who should not be bothered in any way.
People whose names were not to be mentioned. People who, if they asked for something, should be given it without hesitation, without question.
Missus Lamumba was such a person. Her husband was a powerful man who controlled the country's docks, harbors and railways. Her own family controlled 80% of the gold mines in the country and interest in others throughout Africa. When Missus Lamumba made it known to her underlings that she wanted something, she got it.
Missus Lamumba's instincts had told her that the ongoing violence within the country was the perfect time to arrange for the abduction of the two young Western nuns she had seen working among the villages for the last year. It was she who had made sure that nothing would happen to them, even when they naively traveled within the most dangerous areas to do their work. Both of them so pretty, in their early twenties....Yes, it was time.
It had been almost a week now, the two white nuns were being trained and punished daily. Missus Lamumba was in no hurry. In her experience, it would be best if their suffering went on for at least 6 months.
She wouldn't would have to wait that long to sample them, of course...
"You poor girl," Missus whispered to the taller white slave. " Your eye is beginning to swell shut. I told them not to touch your faces. I promise to punish whoever did this."
Missus gently moved a finger to the nun's lips, getting a thrill when the nun opened her mouth, accepting Missus finger at first, then sucking it softly.
"Mmmm..Yes, so nice. You're going to make such a sweet slave.....
There comes the time when a victim or slave-to-be realizes that there is no hope or anything to be gained by resisting those who own or control her. Any resistance would only make things much worse than what has already been inflicted or is about to be inflicted.
There is only the surrender of her body and soul to whatever desires her Master/Mistress might harbor; the slave can only let herself be used, sold, punished - or worse.....
The American girl, Lacey, had come to such a realization. The journey that began with her kidnapping in the States had now ended in this hot, dingy room somewhere in the Middle East. Her pale body and exotic blonde looks had commanded a very good price.
"Don't worry, Rehib, this infidel bitch's whip-marks will fade shortly and her skin will be flawless for your enjoyment," the Arab slave-seller said reassuringly.
Mr. Rahib was already rubbing his exposed cock up against the white slave's smooth buttocks, exciting himself for all to see. "You have always sold me the best of flesh, my friend, I'm not worried. But I hope you don't mind if I bend her over right here and take my first sample of that tight pussy..."
"Of course not, you're one of my best customers, Rehib..."
"Did you hear the salesman, slave? I'm gonna fuck your white cunt in front of everybody. And you better fuck me back like the white whore you are 'cause I'm gonna buy you anyway and you don't want me angry with you... understand?"
Rosiline was made to witness the whipping and beating of the other Western slave who had be abducted and transported to Arabia at the same time as she.
Rosiline had not gotten the girl's name - speaking between slaves was strictly prohibited - she only knew that the other girl had pushed way the probing hand of one of the female "hosts" when the both of them were escorted into the large room where their new owners had gathered to inspect them.
The other girl had started to scream and beg when they started in on her with their bamboo rods, their whipping being done with hard and heavy-handed swings. But her cries only resulted in the whippings becoming heavier and faster.
One of Rosiline's Arab owners laughed as he and his wife fondled and pinched at Rosiline's fine young breasts.
"You 're going to see your haughty friend there whipped to death. It's going to take all night before she finally dies, but we'll all enjoy taking our turns on her. If you try to look away, you'll suffer the same fate!"
"Yes, my sweet," the Arab's wife chimed in. "This is a good way for you to see for yourself what happens to those who forget their place. And your place here is to be our sex-slave, my husband's and mine. There's a lot of dick sucking, cunt licking and ass tonguing ahead of you..."
In her own little cell tucked away in the far side of the prison cellar, the lovely British tourist-turn-fucktoy named Katherine fell to her knees as Warden Nukuuma unlocked the door and entered the room.
Katherine was innocent of all the charges brought against her, but that didn't matter.
Twenty years was the sentence.
And nobody even knew that she was here.
There were only the reports of her having gone missing while traveling deep in the interior of the small African country's lush, thick rainforest. Of course, the local authorities said they were doing their very best to find Katherine. But there had been other vanishings of other Westerner girls lately - with none being discovered yet; all of them young and beautiful and strong-minded and stubborn enought to risk venturing off by themselves. Their respective families were crazy with grief and fear for their missing daughters...
But Warden Nukuuma knew just where they all had ended up. In the especially-built slave-holding section that he had commissioned for the large cellar of the women's prison that he oversaw.
Secure and soundproof, where unwanted ears could not hear the sounds that the missing white girls made as Nukuuma assaulted them over and over again.
Nukuuma loved how each light-skinned bitch moaned and cried as he opened and stretched their tight cunts and assholes with his huge African dick.
Katherine had been the latest captive and the Warden had spent the better part of the week visiting her cell at night; abusing her hard and rough.
So many times.
So many ways.
All of her resistance had been fucked out of her now. Now she knew only to please him....
Katherine looked up at the Warden for his approval at the way she so obediently knelt before him and started to massage his huge black cock with her soft hands.
"Mmmmm, you're learning fast. Just like all the other white bitches down here," the Warden complimented Katherine as his shaft began to grow in length by her efforts. " You really want me to fuck you rough, don't you, bitch? Tell me you want it because you love me..."
"Yes, Master, I love you so much. Please fuck me. Please hurt me when you fuck me..." She lied.
Some girls, like Rhonda, found themselves entering the realms of slavery because they had no choice.
Rhonda, a tall, trim beauty from the States, had not been captured or kidnapped into her present situation. Instead she had been forced into offering herself into slavery in order to save family.
Rhonda's errant brother had cheated the Cartel out of a good-sized chunk of drugs and money. The people that he cheated were not the types to forgive or forget. They hadn't been able to find him, but they did find his family.
It was only at the last moment that Rhonda has discovered that those Latin gunmen had been sent to kill her, her young sister and her mother. It was only at the last moment that she managed to make a deal that the ruthless men south of the border found acceptable: In return for sparing her mother's and sister's lives, Rhonda would offer herself to the debtors; to be used in any way they saw fit.
What the Cartel saw fit was for Rhonda to be the personal slave-for-life to one of their most trusted brothel Madames. After all, Mamacita had served them well and had earned them all at lot of money.
What better a reward that the gift of her own slavegirl?
For Mamacita, the gift could not be better; a nice Anglo puta to be broken and shaped into whatever Mamacita wanted her to be. For sex, domestic service, even for earning some extra money on the side.
Mamacita loved the process of breaking in and breaking down a girl. But since Rhonda had been given to her as her personal property, Mamacita was especially going to enjoy herself.
"Please, please, don't hurt me so much! I won't be bad! I promise!"
"I know, sweetie. But I'm still going to hurt you. A lot. No need to beg. It's going to be every day and night, sweetie. For months and months and months. You'll know nothing but pain and suffering for months and months. And then you'll love and adore your Mamacita. Forever."
It was in Chinatown that sweet Tara gave others so much pleasure by her ultimate surrendering of herself.
The bored, pampered ladies of the Asian Ladies Torture Society had especially ordered the kidnapping of a white college cheerleader for their latest sex and death toy. After all, what else could provide so much joy as the degradation of a perky, yellow-haired college cheerleader?
Just the thought had the older Asian women wetting themselves in anticipation. It took them a few weeks to choose Tara as the one they wanted, but it was all worth it when she arrived all bound and tied and frightened.
They had such a good time with Tara during the month's time before tonight. Tara might have cried and protested a bit loudly at first - but within a short time she provided such good entertainment with the way she trembled and obeyed orders to be silent as each of the Ladies abused her lovely, well-shaped behind with their various paddles and whips.
The Ladies taught Tara things that she had never thought of doing; using her stout little tongue to stimulate their aged pussies and assholes; how to show one's devotion by the sucking of toes and underarms; how to properly swallow the yellow streams of pee that the Ladies directed into her offered mouth as a reward for her various efforts to keep them pleased.
Yes, Tara had done well, very well. Now it was time for her to provide the Asian Ladies Torture Society with what they considered to be the best entertainment and service of all....
She could only cry.
"Come over to the sink, pretty Tara. so I position you properly. You such a good girl and we all like how you scream before. We take turns, go slowly, take pieces for souvenirs to remember you by. Make you scream loud. Scream long, long time, okay? Give us big thrill! Make us wet! Every Lady here very, very good...."
Rollo had kept an eye on the white landlord and his daughter for some time.
He followed them from a distance whenever one or the both of them came down into the 'hood to collect rents from their various properties, usually around the first week of the month.
Rollo was an experienced thug who mostly preyed upon the inhabitants of the ghetto in which they all lived, but Rollo deduced that there was more money to be made by robbing whites than his fellow blacks who were more often than not, as poor as he was. Besides, a lot of the poor black folks carried guns in order to deal with thugs like Rollo.
The white landlord was Mr. Smyles and his 25 year-old daughter's name was Amy. Rollo liked how good Amy Smyles' body looked through her tight skirt and blouse. He was determined to have it all if he got the chance.
The chance came the evening that Amy chose to come down by herself to collect the rent from the managers of a few of their old apartment buildings not far from where Rollo was hanging out.
Rollo spotted the large canvas bag Amy was carrying; must be hundreds of dollars, maybe even a thousand.
He also took another look-over of Amy's body; a nice peice of ass, he thought....
When it happened, Amy never had a chance to resist. Rollo's gun was pressed against her head and he was ordering her to shut up or he'd kill her, forcing her into the darkened alley, tearing off her clothes......
"If you don't do exactly like I say, I'm gonna shoot you, bitch, understand?" Amy knew that he meant what he said.
No one else was going come into the area, so Rollo took his time in directing the scared Amy in just how he wanted her to suck the cock that he shoved at her face and how he wanted her to lick his big, low-hanging balls.
Amy's mouth barely fit around Rollo's dick but Rollo was patient and fed it to her an inch or so at a time until she could almost take half of it down her gullet.
"Ohhhh, shit! Bitch!" Rollo grunted as he held Amy's head steady as he flooded her mouth and throat with his cum.
Amy obediently gagged and swallowed every ounce of the jism that Rollo's balls pumped out - but she thought, Okay, He's cummed out now. It's over and he'll let me go....
But Rollo surprised Amy by lifting her up on top of a full garbage can and spreading her legs, saying, "Don't you worry, girl. I still gots plenty of cum left and my dick stays hard for hours, bitch!"
"Yeahhh, I told ya I wasn't through with ya yet," Rollo chuckled as he slowly started forcing his big cock into the white girl's exposed pussy. "Uhhhh, tight, nice and tight. You ain't never had no dick like mine, huh? Hell, I is hitting the back of yo' cunt and I still only gots half my cock in ya, bitch! Keep quiet, bitch. Just you and me back here and I'm gonna fuck ya as long as I wanna. Gonna fuck ya in your sweet white ass too..."
Amy gasped in pain as Rollo began abusing her pussy.
"Yeahhh... Uhhhh... You takin' it all now! Maybe I keep ya instead of kill ya. Make ya have my baby... how'd you like that, bitch?"
FUN IN THE OFFICERS' COMPOUND
The Japanese officers' compound. set discreetly apart from the regular barracks of their soldiers, offered a welcome respite from the dreary effects of war. Here, the various upper-echelon officer corp. was able to enjoy their supply of fine saki, imported Japanese mistresses, native music and other privileges that were unavailable to the common infantrymen. Another spoil of war provided to those officers was a plentiful supply of white-skinned Western women prisoners who had been picked out from the rest of the female captives on the basis of their youth and good looks. Since these Western bitches were all considered as inferior anyway, it was only natural that they would be pressed into service as slave whores. That way, they could repay their Japanese Masters for the time, effort and food that was being so generously provided them.
At first, some of the white whores might have resisted - but a few public executions and torture sessions soon dissuaded any more ladies from being difficult.....
Colonel Tamai's hand reached out to test the firmness of the white Western bitch's breasts. "Hmmmm, not bad, not bad, " the Colonel muttered. "You white cunts have much bigger tits on you than our more dainty and refined Japanese women, but I like them big, sometimes.
Yes, you're quite passable. And I'm sure that the rest of your body will work hard to please your new Master unless you want more lessons from my riding crop. Your friend there seems to have gotten into the spirit of things. I'm sure you will be able to do the same...."
The vast green vistas of the surrounding tropical countryside never failed to inspire General Inoguchi with it's beauty. Every morning, without fail, Inoguchi made it a point to walk the steep incline to the top of the hill above his quarters in order to spend a half-hour or so just taking in the grand sweep of jungle and forest that stretched for tens of miles. The wonderful sights and crisp, tropical air worked to infuse the General with a fresh infusion of vigor and well-being. But Inoguchi had also discovered the advantage that came from having the pretty American prisoner named Alicia accompany him on his morning journey. This white captive nurse reminded him so much of that girl that he had dated back in his younger days as a visiting university student in America; the thick dark brown hair, those pretty, inviting pink lips... It was only natural that the General use Alicia's submissive mouth to further enliven the atmosphere as he surveyed the panoramic scenery around him.
"Yes, it's all so beautiful up here," General Inoguchi commented as he looked out over the surrounding valley. All made so much better by the tight warmness of his female prisoner's lips firmly and obediently stroking his hard cock, of course. A wonderful prisoner, this Western girl. So dedicated to fulfilling his needs. And she was doing such a good job, just as he expected and demanded.
"It is almost time," the General said. "Almost time for us to go, so you better move that mouth a bit faster. "
His lovely prisoner wet lips immediately began to work his member harder, faster, and it was only a minute or so before the General felt his balls starting to twitch......" Uhhhhhh, " the General grunted as he grasped the girl's head with both hands and began bucking his hips, beginning to empty his cum-stream into her mouth.
To solidify comradery and ensure fellowship amongst the officer ranks, there was nothing that worked better than evenings spent together in the officer's quarters taking turns with one of the Western female prisoners.. Many an argument was forgotten and many a relationship was solidified over these lust and sex-filled hours. The Yankee nurse Wiona might have resented her captivity and enslavement to her Japanese captors, but she was helpless to resist in any way if she wished to avoid a fate that would be very much more severe than the sexual abuse that she was being subjected to. But Wiona was forced to betray her nation and her cause by letting her mouth, ass and cunt be used for the benefit of the enemy. She realized that she was now considered nothing more than a lowly, inferior bit of white fuck-meat to these Japanese officers.
They treat her roughly and crudely, giving no attention to how much they hurt or abused her. The assaults upon her filled her with thick deposits of semen that continued to leak from her cunt and anus throughout the day and night. Wiona didn't know if she could survive the term of her enslavement, had doubts if she had the mental and physical capacity to endure the daily and nightly line up of hard and ready cocks..
It hurt Wiona as the young lieutenant slammed his cock hard up her ass one last time and began to shoot his load of cum deep within her tortured rectum. He had roughly assaulted her asshole for quite a while and now he was shuddering as he held on to Wiona tightly and made her his bitch by depositing his own gift of cum to intermingle with all that of the previous officers who had taken their turns riding her.
Sometimes an officer felt obligated to show his appreciation to someone from the lower ranks for some extraordinary feat or person service.
This was the case for General Abe, the overall prison camp commander who oversaw a sprawling complex that included over 500 Western female inmates. What Abe particularly appreciated was the covert services provided by Sergeant Matsuda in the way of choosing and separating the most attractive adult female prisoners from al the rest and making them available to the General and his closest associates. These frightened and broken white captives usually turned out to be very accommodating and compliant sexslaves, easily made to perform even the most deviant and perverted sexual acts. As participants in a war that was dirty and bloody, General Abe and his selected favourite staff officers felt a real need for female flesh and the relief that only a woman's tight pussy and ass could provide.
Sergeant Matsuda had made sure that the prisoners had been properly whipped and disciplined well before they were presented at one of the General's private orgies. By the orgy's end, these cowed prisoners had performed as well as the most seasoned whore, giving the General and his guests the most enjoyable of fuckings and making sure that everyone had been satisfied. For this, General Abe was indeed grateful to Sergeant Matsuda...
The Sergeant deserved a reward for his faithful services , General Abe had decided. Such a subordinate as Sergeant Matsuda would appreciate being given a nice Western bitch like Miss Sabler to keep as his own. After all, the General had over twenty Western females interned in his own private group of thatched huts, held there for his own use. He could well spare Miss Sabler.
"The Sergeant here will be your Master now," the General told Miss Stabler. "Now be still, the Sergeant is going to carve his initials on you in case there are any questions concerning his ownership..."
Even in the midst of war, love can sometimes blossom. This was the case with young Major Isi and the cute, freckle-faced redhead prisoner, Maddie Henshaw. Miss Henshaw, a pale-skinned, firm-bodied 18 year-old daughter of the former British Colonial Administrator and Major Isi, the hardened and much-decorated infantry officer, would seem to be unlikely lovers at first glance. After all, it was Major Isi who had personally beheaded Maddie's beloved father with his battle sword and who had dragged Maddie's screaming mother into a nearby shack in order to enjoy fucking the middle-aged woman for quite some time before giving her to his men for their enjoyment.
Yes, Major Isi and Maddie Henshaw were lovers - although she was his lover because she had no choice. Enthralled with Maddie's red hear and green eyes, the Major had informed her that wither she would belong to him or else he would turn he over to his men as he had done with her mother. Maddie had not seen her mother since Isi had finished with her - but she still heard her. Heard her crying and moaning throughout the night as Isi's men used her relentlessly.
Maddie, as Major Isi's personal sexslave, had no choice but to service his needs whenever he was back from one of his missions or patrols. To please him, she was forced to act as his lover and his devoted whore; arching her hips and bucking to meet his determined thrusts and obediently presenting her ass up as an offering for his lusting cock. As much as she hated it, she would entwined her tongue with his as he deep-kissed her while fucking her.
Betty Loomis had not been able to evacuate off the island as news of the Japanese invasion troops caused most of the small American
community to panic and flee in a hastily-assembled fleet of boats. She had heard the news too late, the word reaching her at her nature research encampment days after most of her Western compatriots had left. Try as she might, she was only able to elude the many patrols of Japanese soldiers for a few days before being captured and taken to meet the stern and imposing Colonel Shinzo at his headquarters cabin.
A deeply suspicious man, Colonel Shinzo immediately considered Betty Loomis to be a clever spy left behind to report on the activities of he and his men. This had happened to one of his now-disgraced fellow officers on another previously-held island some time ago and Shinzo was not prepared to take any chances with this seemingly innocent Yankee female. If she was indeed a spy, the Colonel would make sure that she would eventually confess everything to him.
Colonel Shinzo was gruff as he addressed the agonized bitch prisoner who trembled before in fear. "It is no use for you to try and deceive any longer with your lies. I am insulted that you think me such a fool to believe that you are just some innocent American who happens to be on this island studying plants! Why don't you just confess and tell me all about your mission and about those who sent you? If you do that, I'll bring an end to your pain by just having you shot as the spy that you are. Otherwise, the harsh treatment that you've gotten is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you before you die......"
Sharlene was one more victim of the Inner City, where sometimes life can be cheap. But Sharlene hadn't been cheap; her new owner had paid quite a steep price for her because of her upper-class background and cutie-pie looks. Her buyer, the notorious Latin whorehouse madam known as Senora Pesol, had known a good piece of Anglo womanhood when she saw it. She knew what her customers would pay for - knew that she would be able to demand top rates for Sharlene. Her swarthy clientele would line up for a turn riding that tall, blonde piece of 19 year-old pussy.....
Before Senora Pesol could put her Sharlene to work along with the other whorehouse slaves, she would make sure that Sharlene was completely broken. This would require a few weeks of the Senora's time, of course. A few weeks of hard, merciless whipping, beatings and humiliation in order that Sharlene be completely stripped of her will and identity. The Senora didn't mind spending the time. She always rather enjoyed it.
The process of breaking Sharlene in began as soon as the Senora got her home. Senora Pesol was a strong woman and her whipping of her new slave's pale body was heavy-handed and fierce - and it was only beginning.
"Si, go ahead and scream as much as you want, my pretty bitch! It won't do you any good. Nobody can hear you and nobody will help you! The only thing you can do is accept everything that's done to you... and OBEY!!!"
The street pimps who forced their stable of hookers to work on the various street corners and in the alleys were numerous and always on the lookout for new talent.
After all, their hookers soon got used up pretty fast out there. It didn't take long for even the prettiest girls to begin to lose their looks; getting fucked hard and crude by thirty or so cocks a day tended to cause a hooker to lose even the last vestiges of her spirit and soon she would retreat into drugs.
Pimp Julious had lucked across the naive college freshman named Lean when her car happened to break down as she drove, lost and confused through the rough neighborhood that Julious claimed as his area of operation. Sure, Julious had told the grateful girl, just come up to my place over there and use my phone to call your roommates. Julious was so helpful. Until Julious got Lean inside his house. ....
Like most pimps, Julious thought that there was nothing better than the first few days of raping and beating a captured female. He usually would beat and whip a frightened gal before he stuffed his big dick in her holes to show her who's boss. But this newest slavewhore Lean just make Julious wanna fuck her first and save the rough stuff for later. Besides, the size of his cock and the brutal way he used it was a kind of torture to any bitch.
"Yeahhhhh...just look at the big cock I gots for ya, baby. When you is out there workin' the street for me, you gonna be used to takin' it deep. Ain't nobody gonna have a dick big as me, girl. "
"Puts yo fingers around ma big thing and stroke it, bitch. That's the way bitch. gets me all long and hard so I drive ya crazy....make ya scream..."
In another part of the city, a group of pimps carefully inspected some newly-captured white women that had been just recently put up for sale. The pimps came often to this particular seller because he usually brought in the prettier young women after he had spent some time breaking them in. A pimp who bought a slave her bought a gal who was ready to be put to work out on the streets or in one of the pimps' vast array of small whorehouses. Fresh flesh sold best...
“Damn bitch," one black pimp said to a potential slavewhore that he was inspecting. “You a good-lookin' piece! You look like you can make me some money! C'mon hoe, get down on yo' knees and suck my dick so I cans makes up my mind whether to choose you or not."
But a voice from the corner immediately warned the pimp. "Hey, you knows da rules here," said the seller. " You try 'em, you hafta buy 'em! No free samples!"
Ollie wasn't a pimp but he found himself at one of those secret slave auctions that the Mob ran down in the old warehouse district. Took him months to get checked out and accepted as a buyer there, but it was worth it. Besides, his old lady, the loud, insistent and sometimes overbearing Bertha, had constantly bugging him and urging him on.
"It'd be so much fun fo' me and you to haves a pretty white slavegirl to keeps around the house, don't you thinks, Ollie? Sho' be fun to have her do all the mppin' and cleanin' and then be able to do anything we wants with her. How 'bout it, Ollie? Sho' would likes that." Damn woman just wouldn't shut up 'til she had her way...
Bertha sure liked the former secretary that Ollie bought. "Glad yo' approves of her, 'cause she done cost me three thousand dollars," Ollie complained.
"You has picked a good one," Bertha complimented him as she examined the white slave with her hungry eyes and fat, black hands. "Yeah this girl is just the kinds I been wantin".
Ollie and his main woman, Bertha, made it a point to teach their new white slavegirl how to please them. Please 'em both. Pease 'em ral good. The slave had to be learn it from the very first few hours that she was brought into the house. But not to worry, the black couple was going to make sure to they showed the slave everything she'd need to know. Ollie started off the lessons by forcing his very long cock up the white girl's ass.
The slave twitched in pain as Ollie's dick pushed deeper and deeper into her protest rectum. "Nooooooo....Ugggghhhhhh...."
"Hmmmmm....," Ollie grunted.
Every night there were new cries of panic and agony from muted rooms throughout the ghetto as yet another batch of white slaves found themselves spreading their legs for their new black Masters. Yet another group of white slaves were getting their holes punished by black cocks that rammed without mercy.
Down in his dingy basement apartment, Rufus was into his second night of raping pretty white Monique. Her pussy was already overflowing with his cum and her raw asshole leaked his liquid also. Rufus worked long and hard down at Baylor Construction yard and being able to come back to spend his free time raping Monique sure made it easier to get through the day.
Rufus was also enjoying watching all the action around the construction yard as police and detectives were going crazy looking for clues to the disappearance of his boss's rather rude daughter. No one had any idea of what happened to Monique Baylor after she had left her father's office at the yard at the end of the day.....
Rufus hadn't decided what he was going to do with his white captive in the future. At the moment, the only thing Rufus was thing about was how good and snug her pussy felt as he continued assaulting it with his monster of a cock. Lots of women had teased Rufus about the size of his shaft, telling him that they refused to even consider fuckin' that big thang.
But white Monique had no choice.
"Ohhhhh..." Monique whole body shuddered from the forceful way that Rufus was raping her, hurting her.....
"You is my whore now, bitch! All mine....."
When Jane and Wynona were bought by the owner of the big whorehouse over in the Latin part of town, both of them realized that their previous lives were probably over. This smelly, roach-infested place was far removed from their relatively sheltered upbringings. And the regular whores there were sure different from the girls who Wynona and Jane counted as their friends. Instead of beginning classes at the posh private women's college that they attended, both of them now were going to be getting a new kind of education.
The house's owner had spent part of the previous night educating Jane and Wynona with his belt and the other part of the night raping them with his eager dick before turning them over to his friends. And it was made very clear that if either of them didn't do exactly as they were told, the beatings would be worse, much worse. Their lessons would continue over the next few days before they were to be offered to the whorehouse's many customer.
On their second day, new slaves Wynona and Jane were turned over to the regular whores in order that they get acquainted. The whores made it clear that they were going to make sure that the two newest bitches would learn quickly that there was a definite pecking order among the women in this whorehouse and that Jane and her friend were at the bottom.
"Bring her stuck-up ass in here," one whore shouted as Jane was walked toward a group of them. "I gonna whip her sorry self real good before I piss down her throat!"
"Hey, who elected you queen?" another whore yelled as she pushed the other one back. "I was the first one who saw her when she got here! This little bitch is mine first! "
"No, mine! "
"Fuck you! Mine!"
Life in the urban inner-city is hard and the people who dominate there are the ones who know that you only get what you want when you take what you want. That was a lesson that the suburban girls who ventured there always learned the hard way. Whether by being kidnapped off the street or by visiting the wrong address, they all stood a good chance of being added to the list of pretty, innocent white females who 'disappeared', never to be found. The police would investigate, the parents would wail and the media would run the stories. But it never would be of any help. The urban core has it's own underground; a putrid, vast and secretive cesspool of sexual enslavement and sadism into which the unfortunate suburban captives were kept, traded, used and eventually discarded...
The two pretty college freshmen girls had gotten lost in their search for a much talked-about inner city nightclub. It had been so easy for big Florence to trick them by offering to take them to the place they had been looking for. After all, Florence could be quite charming when she wanted to be. But the two naive victims soon found themselves at a seedy, strange apartment with a suddenly-changed Florence, a more menacing Florence with that big knife in her hands. They would learn the new rules and meet Florence's streetwalker roommate, Melanie.
For the six months that they had to live, the two captives would learn the meaning of service and submission. In all so many ways. And their pain and punishments would become a part of everyday life because Florence and Melanie loved having a good time.
"You gonna be good, uh? You sure don't wanna Florence and Melanie here to get upset, do you?"
Some suburban captives were brutally broken in and put to work as low-paid street whores. Others were destined for service in more private aspects of the urban underground slave culture. Vivian, for instance, could have made some big money for the pimp who had snatched her from her car. But Mr. and Mrs. Yonkers had made that offer of three thousand dollars and the pimp was glad to take the easy and immediate cash. Just another quick commercial transaction down in the inner city.
The Yonkers couple weren't so unrefined as to want Vivian merely for sex, although they both did enjoy using her pretty mouth, pussy and ass the first few days and nights that they had her. No; Mr. and Mrs. Yonkers, owners of a dilapidated warehouse down by the docks, had more intense plans for Vivian.
"She looks so good like that, darling," Mrs. Yonkers said to her husband. "Don't you agree?"
"Yeah, she sure does. I always like seein' how they react after an hour or so. Then let's let her down and have a little paddling session with her to get her in the proper mood for our friends when they arrive. Nothin' better than havin' a slave bitch all warmed up and ready to go when the guests come in the door."
Mr. Yonkers was a man who liked to think ahead.
"I agree. Oh, we're all going to have such fun tonight! Tell me, do you have planned anything in mind as a finale?"
"Of course, dear. You know me. How about the handsaws? Our guests would love that and if they're careful, they can make it so she lasts throughout the night..."
Ol' Mr. Taff was a citizen of the urban underground who got his satisfaction off the misfortunes of abducted females who fell into his clutches. Mr. Taff had very definite requirements for the girls that he bought: Always between 18 and 20, petite, blond, green-eyed - and virgin. It wasn't easy to find such ladies, but Mr. Taff's profits from his porn businesses allowed him to offer up the bounty money that kept a host of seedy contacts on constant lookout on his behalf.
Her kidnapper had brought Sweet Janie Simms to Mr. Taff's place right in the midst of a small but rather raucous party that he was giving. Not that Mr. Taff minded at all. Janie was just the type of virgin pussy he demanded.
"How do you like your new home, gal," the repulsive Mr. Taff chortled as he enjoyed the distress of his new slave's face. " You're just in time to meet my little group of friends. I know they're all going to want to get to know you, but since it's my money that bought ya, it's goin' to be me who gets to know ya first.
"Mmmm... you're a damn nice-lookin' thing, bitch. Now, you probably know how to act if you know what's good for ya, huh? Yeahhh… wrap those dainty little fingers around this big 'ol cock of mine while I walk ya to my bedroom over there..."
Mr. Taff was not one to waste time.
Mr. Taff might have been well along in years, but both his cock and enthusiasm were strong and long lasting. He didn't worry about offending the assembled party guests out in the living room; they were having their fun. They were all involved in his various shady pornography ventures and knew him well. And he knew that they were probably assembled right outside his door, listening to the loud crying and pleadings of this cute Janie as her pussy got it's first fucking. For Mr. Taff, there was nothing like it. Brutally deflowering a virgin cunt; ignoring the obvious pain that his prisoner was experiencing that he hammered each of her holes.
For Mr. Taff, there was nothing like it. Brutally deflowering a virgin cunt; ignoring the obvious pain that his prisoner was experiencing that he hammered each of her now-raw holes. His slave suffered mightily under his repeated sexual assaults, her pitiful moans and tears intermixed with his lustful groans and dripping sweat. In her first nineteen years, Janie had never known a cock - but she was now being fucked as hard and as deeply as the most hardened streetwhore. She cried for her Mom, she prayed out loud for this to be some horrible dream. But this was all so real…
Mr Taff's sexual interest in his victims always dimmed dramatically after a night of fucking. Now that they were no longer virgins, he had very little time for them. But he was a man who managed different pleasures, especially the very dark type that allowed him to become one of the small number of producers who made specially-ordered 'death videos' for those secretive, trusted customers who were willing to pay the huge fees charged to give them what they wanted. For Taff, it was the perfect solution for what to do with the now ex-virgin slaves that he had at possession of.
One of Taff's 'death video' favorite actresses was the tall, black sadistic lesbian ex-druggie named Puta. Puta may have been called an 'actress' in those videos, but the deaths of her captive video co-stars were real. The viewers loved how she used that super-sharp knife of hers to inflict the yummiest, elegantly applied and agonizing deaths on the poor slavegirls with whom she starred. For Mr.Taff, it was only appropriate that he give his now-deflowered slave Janie to Puta as a personal gift, to do with as she pleased (although Mr. Taff knew what Puta would probably do with her).
"Now, slave, you've done a good job of pleasin' me, so I'm goin' to give you to my favorite gal Puta. She's a woman who knows just what she wants from a sweet bitch like you. I suggest you do your best to please her as much as you pleased me."
A slave, especially one so fresh and intimidated as Janice, will try her very best to please her Master or Mistress. Janice did all she could to accede to every demand that her new owner, Puta, made of her. Puta was jaded and sadistic and she made Janice's next two days a non-stop experience of excruciating whippings, beatings and the deepest sexual degradations. There was no relief and no let-up in Janice's sufferings behind the closed doors of Mistress Puta's soundproofed quarters.
Finally, as Mistress Puta knew she would, Janice's spirits could no longer hold up under the harsh treatment meted out to her.
"Oh, God, Mistress! Please! I can't take it any more!"
"Mmmmm, but you must take it, baby. I'm only getting started. There is so much more to come, so much more that I have in mind for you...."
"No! No! Please! I want it to end! Please!!!!"
"Oh, sweetheart, it will never end for you. C'mon now, let's just see how you hold up when I whip you for a half hour with that old clothes hanger I keep especially for cute things like you...."
"No!!!! Don't!" Janice's eyes were wild with desperation. "Kill me instead. Please put me out of my misery! Kill me!!!!"
Puta smiled. " Really, slave? You want your Mistress to take your life? Oh, I really like that, baby. I like it when a good little girl like you begs me to do her! Ask me again, but ask me real nice..."
"Oh, please, Mistress. Please kill me....."
Since the slave, Janice, had begged her so nicely, Mistress Puta decided to grant her wish to die. Janice had been correct in thinking that only death would free her from the ever-deepening depths of tormenting pain that Puta would be inflicting upon her every hour of every day that they were together. As Puta's real nature was that of unrepentant sadism, she was so pleased to have an excuse to dispatch this pretty prisoner somewhat sooner than she had planned.
Janice's pale throat was so pale and inviting and Puta's favorite knife was always kept so sharp.......
"Ohhhh, baby..." Puta's voice was almost guttural from her excitement; her black pussy was so wet that juices dripped from it as she pushed the slave's head back, exposing that pretty neck.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the black Mistress cooed as she sliced her knife ever so slowly into Janice's tender throat.
Heidi and Kim had disappeared after walking to their respective cars located in the unguarded lower-level parking garage for the large office building in which they worked. Neither of them knew the other personally, but their lives would now be strangely similar in terms of the fate that awaited the both of them. Both would never be seen or heard from again by their frantic families or friends, but not to worry, there were so many new friends of all types who would be only too happy to look after them. At present, both were in the process of being forcefully acquainted with their new hosts.
As Kim was being pushed into a bedroom by Manny and his hooker girlfriend Felicia, her fellow captive Heidi was already being topped and ridden roughly by the muscular LeRoy on the creaky old bed in the corner of the living room of the drug den to which the two frightened girls had been taken.
"Uhhh.... So damn tight, you bitch," LeRoy grunted at a crying Heidi as he hammered her asshole from behind with that thick dick of his. Nothing he liked more than breakin' in one of these suburban white gals; making sure that there would be no question about who was the boss. Yeah, his cock felt so damn good fuckin' that sweet ass. He knew that Heidi wasn't feeling the same, but he also knew that after a couple weeks of captivity, she'd be so used to it that she'd be grindin' and gyrating back against any cock assaulting that snug pucker of hers. Pretty soon he expected to switch off and take a turn on the other prisoner who was now being prepared in the bedroom.
Life in the ghetto was so good when one was having fun....
Kim had been raped repeatedly during the first day and night of her kidnapping. It was extremely painful and humiliating for her; her captors used her in any way that they chose to and hurt her in any way that they wished. Her pleas for mercy and to be released were ignored or met with laughter. Sometimes they used her in a separate room; other times they fucked her right alongside Heidi, the other girl who had been abducted at the same time.
Finally the kidnappers tired of having fun and got down to the business of making some profit off these two pretty white girls. There were plenty of ways these bitches could make money for anyone who bought them and there were also no shortage of prospective buyers who would want them for non-commercial purposes.
It was a couple of black gang members who paid out the five hundred bucks for Kim. They didn't intend to keep her for themselves. No, these thugs were acting only as middlemen. The word on the street was that Mrs. Diaz was looking for some fresh fuckmeat to work in her whorehouse and Kim would be just what the jaded Latina madam would be interested in. The two thugs would enjoy a night of good, hard fucking of this bitch, then sell her to Mrs. Diaz the next day. The price would probably be $700.00. Not a big profit, but a fast profit...
Kim had never encountered such large cocks before and she knew she was in for a difficult night - because her both her mouth and pussy could barely stretch enough to accommodate their oversized shafts. But the gangsters didn't care about how Kim felt. They only cared about many times she could get them off, how many times she could suck the cum from their dicks and take their spurted semen deep in her cunt and ass.
Mrs. Diaz was only too happy to pay out the cash for this cute bitch named Kim. Kim had the blond Anglo looks that would make her very much in demand for the steady stream of inner-city clients who frequented the run-down whorehouse that she operated. Mrs. Diaz' s rates weren't high and she made sure that she had the bed sheets changed after every three hours, so her blue-collar customers had few complaints. This was the place on the block that a hard-workin' guy could go to and get a nice piece of pussy to shot his rocks off in before going home. Most of Mrs. Diaz's girls were well-used and drug-addicted, so and fresh, white suburban gal like Kim would be the center of attention right away. Diaz would have to make sure that she wasn't used up too quickly, though.
As the whorehouse Madam, Mrs. Diaz took it upon herself to make sure that this new captive Kim got a proper welcoming. Of course, Mrs. Diaz made sure that she would be the one who got use of the girl before the rest of the whorehouse's staff got their turns.
Mr. Diaz's nipple was already hard as she guided her tit to the slavegirl's mouth. " C'mon, whore, suck on your Mistress's titties like a good girl, eh? Don't worry about my friends over there, they can watch - but you just goin' pay attention me. I'm the important one you gotta please, so get busy." The big woman moaned as an obedient Kim began suckling her breasts with trembling lips.
"Si, that feels good, real good, bitch. Keep on until you get my cunt all soppin' wet.... then I'll let you do some serious pussyeatin'. And you better get me off, if you know what's good for you...."
Ms. Gruber was the widow of once-powerful, then disgraced City politician. At one time, the Gruber's were at the top of local society; he being a Councilman who was a prime mover-and-shaker at City Hall; she being one of the City's most active and sought-after social hostesses and party-giver. Then had come the bribery expose. Then the numerous investigations into her husband's many dubious practices, including bribery, fraud and vote tampering. Councilman Gruber was tried and convicted in a long, highly publicized trial and sentenced to a long prison term. On the eve of his reporting to the authorities to begin his incarceration, Mr. Gruber instead chose the way of suicide, leaving Mrs. Gruber alone and practically penniless. None of her social circle of friends would speak or come to her aid, so Mrs. Gruber, once the hub of upper-class society, soon found herself reduced to living in a run-down apartment in the one of the more seediest sections of the city. But like her late husband, Mrs. Gruber was one who forged new opportunities fro herself. She had seen how the trading young white female flesh was a major source of commerce down on those gritty urban streets, saw the amount of money that flowed in this Underground commerce that thrived on the pain and misery of the imported bitches who were ticked or abducted into this dark, sewer economy - and she decided to use her (and her late husband's) experiences and shady contacts set herself up as a major broker of white slaves. And she found that she was so good at it that within a few months she was able to purchase an entire building of her own to serve as her business headquarters.
Mrs. Gruber found that this was a fine way to be able to vent her pent-up rage and bitterness over the cruel fates that had befallen her. What better revenge against that upper-crust society that had banned her from it's ranks than to be able to seize their pampered daughters and sell them into a life of vile slavery and exploitation from which they would never return? Yes, this new line of work made Mrs. Gruber very happy indeed....
In her greatest moment of triumph, Mrs Gruber was preparing to spend her first night with the two twin daughters of Judge Harriman, one of the officials who had prosecuted her late husband. Joanie and Regina Harriman's disappearance from their college freshman dorm room would never be solved. The media was rife with rumours of their being spotted at various locations around the country, but all those rumours were wrong: Joanie and Regina were instead just a few miles from their father's home, shackled securely in the small base room that Mrs. Gruber had reserved especially for their arrival. The two girls were no longer resistant; their initial defiance had quickly dissolved under the hour-long application of belt welded by Mrs. Gruber's black girlfriend, Wanda. And Mrs. Gruber took so much pleasure seeing the shock on their faces when they realized exactly how she was and why they had been brought here....
The elderly Mrs. Gruber, so tall and rangy, was such a contrast to her two petite 18 year-old captives, Joanie and Regina; she being so pleased and confident, opposed to their confusion and despair. Mrs. Gruber wiggled her ass a bit in order to have Joanie's lips more firmly positioned against Mrs. Gruber's puckered anus. "Yes, yes, you're right there, darling", Mrs. Gruber murmured softly as she felt the thrill Joanie's warm mouth and tentative tongue press against her asshole. "Now, deeper, please. Explore it, get used to the taste of it for a while before you start to really jamming that little tongue of yours all the way in and rimming it all around..... Ahhhhh, yes, my pet, you're going to be very good at this, aren't you? Maybe - just maybe - I won't beat you tonight if you show me that you can the kind of nasty girl I know you can be."
As Mrs. Gruber bent over to explore a cowering Regina's pussy with her old, experienced hands, she only a vague thought of what their fate would be. Whether to sell them off or to keep them as her two lifetime trophy slaves, to do with as she wished. Right now, her real thoughts were on just what perverted and disgusting things these two slaves could do tonight to give her the pleasures that she would demand from them. It was already looking to be a good night as Joanie's obedient tongue burrowed inside Mrs. Gruber pucker, sending a tremor through her lower body.
"Ohhhhh....that's it, girl! Be my sweet little bitch and eat my ass good!"
Chester was not from an upper-class background. He had always been a citizen of the downtrodden streets and has never known any other life. Life now was being barely able to scrape together enough money each month to afford this run-down room and food to keep some food and liqueur in his belly. But things were looking up: Ol' Chester had spied Cindy as she had been tossed from her vehicle by the carjacker. The dazed and hurting Cindy was in no mind to resist as Chester had run up to her and swiftly half-walked, half-carried her into the alleyway, assuring her that he would take her to his place and call the police and ambulance. And she could only weakly resist as he roughly tore off her clothes and bound her securely. The old tramp hadn't had pussy in a long time - but that didn't keep him from enjoying himself, ploughing Cindy from behind. He loved the snug tightness of her asshole as he forced his stiff cock in to the hilt and treated himself to a series of sweating, grunting fucks.
Although Cindy's body would provide Chester with a lot of pleasure, he was also considering how it would also provide him with some much-needed cash. After a couple of night, he decided, it would be time to see just how much money a frightened, slightly used, suburban salesgirl would bring when offered to the variety of pimps, whorehouses and human flesh collectors whom he knew. Times were looking up for Chester.
"You know, you gonna make me some real good money," Chester laughed. "You know that? There's gonna be people who are gonna be offerin' me all kinds of cash for your pretty little ass. All that and some good fuckin' that you done gave me - a man can't ask for more, huh?"
Cindy's only response was a soft sob. It was clear that she didn't share Chester's jovial point of view.
"Damnmit, bitch! Stop all that cryin'! You're spoilin' my mood!" Why couldn't this girl be more positive, think like he was thinkin'. Hell!
Well, if you wanna cry, then let's really give ya a little somethin' to cry about," he said as he took his trusty cigar from his lips and pressed it against the soft skin of Cindy's back. " How this for a reason to cry?"
"Iiiiieeeeeee! Nooooooo! Aaaeeee...!
As ghetto life was hard, it was only fitting that the sex would be hard there. The men took their fucking seriously and crudely. No time for niceties or consideration. The unfortunate slaves whose bodies were offered up in exchange for cash, chattel or drugs had not say as to what would be done to them. Their pussies, asses and mouths were merely holes meant to help drain cum from those cocks - and that was if they were lucky enough not be used some more sadistic and fatal purposes.
A suburban -born and raised slave was usually woefully unprepared for the overwhelming violent and ruthless beating and fucking that she would endure in the first hours and days of her captivity. This was especially true in the case of girls abducted or sold to the inner-city pimps. The pimps were experts at breaking in new prisoners, subjecting them to long sessions of unrelenting punishment and rape.
Carolyn would never see her middle-class family again. Instead of coming home from her first job as a bank teller and enjoying an evening meal with the family before retiring to bed, Carolyn was now experiencing her first oversized black cock, courtesy of the pimp who had forced her from her car at gunpoint. She was now being bedded on a filthy mattress on the floor of a derelict crack house...
The pimp had a long, thick dick and he tortured Carolyn's pussy with it, hurting her with his hard, deep strokes. It was nearing midnight and this was fourth time for the pimp and Cindy. Her captor's fist and strap and taken away any defiance on Cindy's part; she now knew better than to do anything except give him what he wanted...
Sometimes the acquisition of a slave can create tensions within the family that she is taken in by, This was the case with the Silvas, Emile and his rather bossy wife, Wiona, Prodded on by Wiona, Emile Silva had spent a nice portion of his gambling earnings to buy a 18 year-old Anglo girl from Latin gang member who had kidnapped her while in the midst of robbing the convenience store at which she worked, Against all odds, Doris, the captured female had not been raped or seriously physically abused - so she was in fairly good shape when the thug had allowed Wiona Silva a peek at her, gagged and bound tightly in his closet, Wiona, being the lusty bitch that she was, decided that this was a chance to get her hands on that sex/domestic slavegirl that she had always dreamed of having, Emile, just flush from an unusual run of luck at his weekly high-stakes card game, was no match for his wife's demand for him to buy a certain white slave named Doris, to give her what she wanted....
"Okay, Emile," Wiona Silva warned her husband, "Now just because we own this bitch is no reason for her to get all used up before her time! So you get one fuck a day from her, And no rough stuff! You know you can't control yourself like I can when it comes to doin' a little pain thing with a girl, You leave the whipping and spanking and all that kind of thing up to me, okay? But you can watch, you know you love to do that...."
Doris had been reared in a world that was very far in distance and culture from the one in which she was in now, The conditions and surroundings at this new place in which she found herself were a steep step down from everything that she had experienced before, And there was the language barrier; Doris did not speak or understand Spanish, which was what the majority of the Silva family spoke around her, But then, when it came to what they wanted from her and what they wanted her to do, it was not very difficult for them to make it all perfectly clear, There was no mistaking what Emile wanted from her when he made his nightly visits; nor where there any questions as to what Wiona's plans were when she imposed herself on Doris on those half-dozen times that she felt her needs grow....
Amelia and her sister Carla were the two older aunts who shared the semi-derelict duplex house along with their beloved niece Wiona and son-in-law Emile Silva, Neither of the elder women spoke a word of English - but their interest in this new slave Doris was the kind that didn't need any translation, At first somewhat taken aback by the fact that their younger relatives would be so bold as to actually do something like purchasing a slave to serve and service the Silva household, they both soon warmed to the idea, Especially after considering al the things that Doris could do for them throughout the day, Yes, the girl looked strong and durable enough.
And her lips and mouth were so tender, so pliant........
In some cases, the relationship between the purchased slavegirl and her owner was strictly a one-on-one affair, This was the case of Miss Linda and her slave, Patty, Miss Linda didn't earn huge money at her job as long-time bartender down at the local biker bar - but it did give a chance to overhear one of her biker customers lamenting to another that he was having a hard time getting someone to buy this college gal that he had taken from her boyfriend as payment for a drug debt, Patty had been betrayed by the boyfriend he had come to love, betrayed and given away to a rough, crude and smelly outlaw biker who had enjoyed raping her and then allowing his motorcycle buddies to do the same in the two months that she was under his control, But now he was tired of Patty and had been trying to find someone who would be interested in taking her off his hands - for a price, Otherwise, Miss Linda had heard him say, he would just have to kill the bitch and bury her or dump her body in the river.., He was very surprised when Miss Linda summoned him over to the end of the bar and quietly offered to buy Patty for a nice price, better than what he had expected to get for her.
Miss Linda, well into her 40s, may have looked somewhat like a used-up frump but there was a side to her personality that even her most hardcore biker barfly customer would have been surprised to know about, Compared to the dark and sadistic thoughts that Miss Linda kept to herself, theirs could be considered mild, Behind her pleasant, happy-go-lucky outward facade there lurked a deadly soul who had managed to murder over a dozen unfortunate victims so far in her lifetime, Her non-threatening demeanor and earnest smiles had allowed her to get close to the ones who had caught her fancy - and to get them where she wanted them, Some of her acquaintances wondered why Miss Linda had never sold and moved out of that crumbling old brownstone townhouse that she had lived in for so long, The brownstone with that big, soundproof basement and a vague odor and small traces of lime...
Miss Linda's interest in her newly purchased slave Patty was not for the sex, Well, that was not entirely correct - because over the next month, Miss Linda would experience many shuddering orgasms from the sights, smells and sounds of Patty's reactions to all the delicious atrocities that Miss Linda would visit upon her captive body, For Miss Linda, inflicting pain on such a beautiful woman as Patty beat mere sex any day, In fact, here in the beginning of their new relationship, Miss Linda was already feeling the telltale tingling in her crotch as she used her cigarette lighter on one of Patty's nipples.
"EEeeeeeeeeee! Goddddddd....! Patty's screams were ear splitting, but Miss Linda's slightly stoic facial expression never changed.
"You can make all the noise you want, Patty, You're so cute, I won't get mad......"
In the big inner-city whorehouse of Mrs, Diaz, the new slavewhore Kim was quickly learning her place in the social hierarchy of the whores who worked there, It was simple: Kim was not a house whore, she was a slavewhore and that put her firmly at the bottom, In so many ways, It didn't help that she was the prettiest and best-bodied whore in service there or that Mrs, Diaz charged almost a third more to fuck Kim than for the other girls, It didn't help that she obviously had better education and upbringing than they, All these things worked to cause an undercurrent of resentment towards Kim, It didn't matter to them that she certainly was not there by choice or that unlike the rest of them, she could never leave, The other whores only knew that having Kim there somehow made them feel looked down upon and unappreciated by the male customers, There were the usual insults, snickers and slights aimed at Kim but they all knew better than to incur Mrs, Diaz wrath by hitting Kim or causing any marks or injuries, Mrs, Diaz was definitely not the forgiving sort.
But as an astute manager of people, Mrs, Diaz did agree to look the other way when the regular whores began a program of humiliation targeting Kim, She gauged that allowing them to occasionally subject Kim to a little degradation and abasement might provide them with a way to vent their resentments towards her, Mrs, Diaz was one who valued a little bit of therapy for her working girls every now and then....
As one of the senior-ranked working girls in Mrs, Diaz whorehouse, Ophelia took the lead in showing the pretty new slavewhore Kim just how far down she was on the whorehouse's social totem pole, "We work here, " Ophelia was fond of telling this too-attractive slave bitch, "But you're just a fuckin' slave! so don't you dare think that you're as good as we are!"
And Ophelia had a special way to make her point: Every early morning she would walk a cringing Kim into one of the larger toilet stalls and chain her in the proper position - the position that would place Kim's head just right - so that after licking Ophelia her expected orgasm, Kim's head and mouth would be positioned just right to accept and gulp down the stream of piss that Ophelia would invariably give her.
The squatters who occupied the vacant apartment building had come to consider themselves as sort of the owners of the place, After all, they had been living within the derelict property for months without any interference or complaints from anyone, But in fact, they were not the owners; the true owners were an absentee family that was based far from the area; the McDulty family, who owned hundreds of substandard properties in this particular part of the inner city, A family that was now in the process of inventorying it's inner-city holdings and deciding which ones would be sold, converted into profit-making condos or retained for some future use, The McDulty were not ones to see their real estate as anything other than items listed on a spreadsheet; that there were people who rented the mostly rodent-infested residential buildings that were on their list of properties was of no importance outside of what moneys they contributed to the family's already-bloated profit columns, The trick had always been to charge the rents without bothering to spend anything on upkeep on the properties, And seeing how the McNulty family lived so fabulously well while their low-income tenants lived in the squalor of the McNulty residential properties, the trick worked very well indeed.
But now the McNultys had decided to rid them of most of their urban properties and invest the huge sales profits elsewhere, They assigned Ruth McNulty, fresh out of business school and eager to prove her worth to the family, to travel to the city and examine and report her impressions on each real estate parcel with the aim of recommending whether to retain, convert or sell it, When she arrived at the 18th Street apartment building, she was surprised not to see it boarded up, since it was definitely listed down on her books as having been vacant since that huge fire had practically gutted the place a few years ago, She was also surprised and not the least bit miffed to also discover that there was a motley group of squatters that had taken up residence within the building's debris-riddled confines.
With typical McNulty family arrogance and with not the slightest bit of common sense, an indignant Ruth McNulty had stormed into the building, confronting the squatters who seemed to be tucked into almost every nook and cranny there and imperiously demanding that they all pack up their pitiful belongings and get out before she came back with the police, Only when they cursed and grabbed her did Ruth realize that, unlikely though it may be, some people just didn't give a good damn about the McNultys and what they had to say.
As a resentative of her absentee slumlord family, Ruth McNulty was now getting a very clear indication of just how unpopular she was in the minds of the poor, downtrodden squatters who had invaded the previously-vacant apartment building that Ruth had come to examine, One indication was the stinging lashes from the leather whiplet administered by the streetwalker to her now-nude body.
"Not so fuckin' arrogant now, are ya, bitch?" The streetwhore's rain of blows to Ruth's tender body were being delivered just a bit harder each time, " What's that? What you sayin', bitch? Can't quite make that out?"
The group of Squatters were enjoying the show, And it was clear that Ruth's ordeal was just beginning.
"C'mon, Babes, that's enough now, We don't want her passed out and unable to enjoy the fuckin' that she's gonna be gettin', Hey, Joe, sweep all the junk off that old mattress over there in the corner so this cunt can have a proper place to show us how she can work that rich pussy of hers!"
Greta May Mooty's original origins were the deep back hills of the Ozarks, This converted storage building located just of the docks of this city's deep urban core was so different from the green, forestry environs from which Greta had emigrated - but yet so familiar in a lot of ways, The poor who lived here were just as poor as the people back from where she had come, Death came just a quickly here as it could back home in the mountains when someone felt they had put things right - or just take something that rightfully belonged to someone else, As a woman, Greta May had been very quick to apply her hard-nosed, gun-toting ethics to make an impression in her new, adopted surroundings, She had personally choked the life out of would-be robber with her big, strong hands and walked right up to a threat-spouting drug dealer and blown a big hole in the middle of his face with that big pistol that her late gun-hoarding father had given her as a birthday present so many years ago, It didn't take long for the word to spread that Greta May was definitely not one to be fucked with in any way - and that became even more the case as she began to import a half-dozen or so of her equally-fierce Mooty brothers and male cousins in from the hills to join her, Yep, people had better make way: There was a new person in town who was setting herself up in the white-slave business: Big, gruff, straight-talkin' and stright-dealin' Greta May and the rest of her Mooty clan were a force to be dealt with.
One of Greta's big advantages was that she and the other Moodys had a source of easily snatched female slaves in the Ozark Hills from which they came and in which they still had many contacts among their vast extended family do the scouting and kidnapping, There were many a reason why a poor but pretty Hills gal would just disappear from sight; runnin' off with a cousins to get married or just to seek a better life far from limited options facing them if they stayed, But those who found themselves in the clutches of Moody abductors soon found themselves shackled and beaten into submission in the dockside building owned by Greta May until they were broken and fit for sale, There seemed to be many a slavebitch with a hillbilly accent now being put to work out on the urban streets and alleys, in the whorehouses and sexhouses that dotted the urban landscape.
Greta May took a fierce pride in the quality of the captured gals that she offered up for sale, Not an ugly face among them, Always a delectable 18 -25 year-old body, Always thoroughly broken in and ready to be put to work, Whether it was for service on a back-alley mattress, in the guarded rooms of a whorehouse or just as a basement-confined fucktoy, Greta's girls were well worth the money, That quality was the product of Greta May's personal brand of hands-on training and indoctrination of every slave who was delivered and approved by her, Greta inspected and interviewed each girl and made it a point to personally guide her towards the new life that was in store.
Today, for instance, Greta was patiently inspecting a pair of second-day slave bitches that she sensed had great potential as candidates to be trained as personal fucktoys, Fucktoys always sold for twice the going rate of whorehouse and street-destined slaves, They needed a more time and effort-intensive brand of training, but Greta was always up for that, Hmmmmm, this little hillybilly blond had very good potential, Greta thought.
"Honey-pie, yours is some kind of yummy piece of pussy! Ol' Greta thinks maybe you gets what it takes to be a top-notch sale, Yep, damn nice tits, all firm and free-standin', Well, tell ya what, I gonna start back where we left off before ya fainted on me last night, Get ya all raw and sore before I let ya do some work on my cunt, How's that sound to ya, girl?"
Sometimes the shock and disorientation that comes from being kidnapped and installed in a whorehouse can have a negative effect on a new slavegirl, especially one who has never experienced the dark and grittier side of the inner city sex scene. Pulled from her comfortable and familiar surroundings, a new slave often goes into a momentary state of shock, her mind unable to accept the fact that she is destined to live the rest of her life as merely a piece of sex-meat; that her mind and body will never be her own and that her entire existence will now consist of providing pleasure-upon-demand to anyone who buys, owns or rents her. Such was the case with Abby, the trim, sweet-faced salesclerk who was now one of the latest additions to the whorehouse stable of Senora Martinez. Abby, even though she was well into her second week of captivity, just could not jolted out of her frantic and almost hysterical refusal to finally settle into her new life as a whoreslave. Despite numerous whippings and punishments, Abby was still a morose, crying mess of a girl who tended to turn her customers off with her self-pitying attitude.
But Senora Martinez was ever so experienced in the breaking and moulding of young slaves. Finally deciding to get personally involved in the correction of Abby's outlook and behaviour, the Senora ordered Abby to be brought upstairs and installed in the Senora's personal suite. "Just leave it up to me," the Senora had told her subordinates. "The poor girl just needs a few days and nights of my loving attention to settle her down and make her see things as they are......"
Senora Martinez had rightfully deduced that Abby merely needed a calm, leisurely hand to break her in and jolt her out of her mental reluctance to readjust to her new life as a sexslave. No, none of that frenzied, sweating applying of the belt or paddle; no more of the beating and noisy recriminations. What Abby needed instead was the kind of serene torture that the Senora was so good at. Back in her earlier days serving as an interrogator for a a couple of Latin American regimes, Senora Martinez had become quite the expert at knowing just what form of physical distress was best used on a particular victim, and she had gradually come to specialize in long-duration, low-key torture routines that lasted over a period of weeks, not days. And the Senora's subjects always begged to tell her everything and to do anything before she was even halfway done with them. ...
"Mmmmmm....Si.....mi pequeсa perra bonita.....Ahhhhh..." The Senora's voice was so calm and reassuring as she again slowly pushed the sharp tip of her ice pick through Abby's breast. "This time, I'm just going to wiggle it around a bit so that you can better appreciate the feeling of it...."
Abby's screams rose in their intensity, the sounds bouncing off the dank walls.
"Ah, Si. Such a wonderful voice you have. I love how it sounds. I'm looking forward to hearing it sing for me over the many hours that you and I spend together..."
Tanya's first experience as a whoreslave would be with Mr. and Mrs. Cabral, the owners of the small 81st Street whorehouse that catered to a mostly blue-collar immigrant clientele. The Cabrals were quite the hands-on type of house managers and as with all the other new slavewhores that were acquired, they made it a point to try out and assess all that Tanya had to offer. This process would usually take a few days and nights, but both the Cabrals were blessed with great sexual appetites and imagination; Tanya would be thoroughly tested and put through her paces and given further training in areas which the Cabrals judged her to be lacking.
With her long blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes, Tanya would be in big demand by the Cabral's mostly brown-complexed Latino customers and they would pay the extra five American dollars charged for her at first. Of course her price would drop after she became thoroughly used up after a few weeks of twelve-hours of daily fucking, but in the meantime, she'd more than justify the high price that had been paid for her abduction.
Mrs. Cabral's hands tested the smoothness of Tanya's skin, taking her time exploring every part of the slave's trembling body as Mr. Cabral looked on. " She feels good, my husband. I think that she will give us much pleasure tonight."
"Si, and make us much money later." That was Mr. Cabral, every the businessman. " So, you want to try her out first?"
"Si, would you leave us alone for a while until I call for you? I always like to start when it's just the girl and me. Then when you come in, I want to watch you fuck her in the ass right away and then shoot your cum down her throat. It excites me to see you do that..."
For Leslie, the first day of forced prostitution had been a long one. So many cocks that abused her holes. The rancid taste of cum still fouled her mouth and the mixed semen of her many customers still leaked from her pussy and ass. She had been closely monitored by the whorehouse's owners and the other regular working prostitutes; all of them alert for the slightest hint of resistance or non-cooperation on her part. The punishment sessions that she had endured before being put to work had made it plain that things would be so much worse for her if she do as she was told. So Leslie had stifled her cries as the seemingly endless line of rough men had taken their turns with her, driving their dicks deep in her cunt and ass, their crude hands forcing her mouth over their cocks and making her gag while spewing their loads down her throat.
She was led away at the end of her night's shift by Sandy, the seasoned prostitute assigned to be her roommate and overseer. Sandy, of course resented Leslie's youth and good looks - but that didn't keep her from asserting her senior rights to the younger woman's body. Leslie, Sandy had noted, had those nice lips; just right for eating pussy.....
"You've done your first night of fucking customers, now it's time to take care of my needs, you little cunt! Here, show me that cute little ass of yours - yeah, just right for some good spankin' before I put ya to work lickin' my pussy!
You might be younger and cuter than the rest of us workin' girls here, but that ain't gonna keep ya from bein' my bitch all the time you're here!"
Some captives would have gladly traded for servicing in a whorehouse rather than suffer the fates that were thrust upon them. Jenny's experience at the hands of the geeky-looking Sherman Beck would be extremely unpleasant.
Beck's goatfish looks had worked against him when it can to meeting up with the beautiful gals that he so longed for. But if Sherman's looks didn't help him, the large monthly allowance given him by his rich family certainly did. Sherman Beck didn't care about spending money on new cars or fancy clothes. But he did spend approximately twenty-five thousand dollars every other month on a very particular passion. Twenty-five thousand, more or less, was the going price that the criminal gang charged him for the very pretty women that they abducted for him. And they were delivered every other month, because that was usually how long they lasted under the kind of attention that Sherman gave them.
Sherman Beck might have appeared to be harmless and gangly, but his way of loving his slaves was crude and brutal. Sherman needed his gal to be in pain while he fucked her. He needed to hear her cry, scream and beg to be able to get himself off. Shackled and kept in Sherman's sound-proofed room, in the seedy urban district far from his family and childhood friends, the slaves suffered and died under his perverted style of lovin'.
Sherman was thoroughly excited now; Jenny's pitiful and agonized moans had made his cock grow erect and hard. This bitch would be one of the best, Sherman could tell. Maybe he could keep her alive longer than the others that he had bought, he thought. But he always thought that with each new slave he bought. They never lasted more than eight weeks to the day. Well, he could always buy another and yet another girl to give him the kind of pleasure that he demanded.
"Goddammit, gal, you've got a nice-lookin' pussy on ya!" Sherman's dick pulsed as he guided it towards Jenny's shaven cunt. " You just keep on cryin' while your Master Sherman fucks ya. That's the way I like it."
Sharon's job as a social worker sometimes required her to visit the addresses listed by her assigned clients in order to verify that they were indeed staying off the liquor and drugs that were the usual cause of most of their problems. She often felt uneasy about venturing down into the run-down areas in which a lot of her clients lived, but luckily for her, there had been no problems so far. But all luck eventually ends and it ended for Sharon when she went to check on the status of Amos Bradly at his dingy basement apartment. Amos was there, all right. And unfortunately for Sharon, so was Amos's buddy, Riff.
Riff, a middle-aged thug, hadn't had any pussy in weeks. The workin' girls insisted on charging him extra because he wanted his sex hard and rough. When Sharon stepped into the cluttered apartment, Riff knew what he wanted and how to take it. Sharon had fought and resisted at first, but Riff's hard slaps and punches were too much for her and soon she was crying on the floor as Riff tore off her clothes.
"I don't know if my pal Amos wants any, but I'm gonna see how good a stuck-up gal like you can fuck when she puts her mind to it, bitch," Riff chortled as he laid on top of Sharon. She started to plead with him, but a few more hard punches to her face brought more blood and silence from her.
"Yeah, just keep quiet and take it," Riff ordered as he started jamming his cock inside Sharon. "Real tight cunt you got there, bitch. I like 'em tight..."
Sharon didn't want to be hit any more, so she kept herself from whimpering as the old thug named Riff stiffened and slammed his cock to the hilt in her pussy as he came after yet another hard ride.
"Uhhhhh....," Riff grunted as he emptied his balls, pumping another load of his warm sperm deep in Sharon's cunt. "Move them hips, you whore, and squeeze all my cum up that pussy of yours."
But now everything is hard-hearted in the urban sex world. There are the occasional tender moments that occur within the many shabby, cum-stained whorehouses that litter the landscape there. Such was the case with Leslie, the young woman pressed into sexual slavery at the whorehouse of Mrs. Diaz. Leslie had caught the eye of one of Mrs. Diaz criminal associates, a certain Senor Guzman. Would Mrs. Diaz be perhaps interested in selling the Anglo girl named Leslie to him for a handsome profit to cover both her expenses and whatever Mrs. Diaz estimated that Leslie might have earned in her whorehouse duties? Of course, Mrs. Diaz was ever so open to making a deal with a friend - especially one so powerful and dangerous as Senior Guzman. It was well known within the criminal underground that Senor Diaz was the producer of so-called "snuff films" that were made at secret locations in South America and sold for big profits worldwide.
When the regular prostitutes who worked at the whorehouse learned of Leslie's sale to Senor Guzman, they immediately knew what her fate would be. And as the sincere working girls that they were, they decided to all get together with Leslie for one last night. What better way for them to show Leslie their sympathy and affection for her than by letting her spend the night eating out their pussies and assholes?
The older whores gathered around the condemned slave named Leslie in order that she have the chance to service them on her last night at the whorehouse. They felt sorry for Leslie, so it was only right that they allow her to pleasure each of them to make them feel better.
The big black gal, Rhonda, was the first one to take the initiative. "Baby, we gonna all miss ya so much. You one of the best ass-eaters that I done come across, girl. So for old times sake, I want ya to lay down so I can spread my butt over your face while you sticks your tongue up my asshole and suck on it like you do so well. I know you likes doin' that nasty stuff, so I wants ya to have somethin' to remember me by. Whatta say, girl? You wants that much as I does?"
"Si, of course she does," chimed in Enrica, sliding up behind Leslie. "She knows that we all just wanna show her how much we love her. Now after you get through rimming Rhonda out, I'll help you out by letting you swallow a couple of my turds and Marcita there can wash it all down with her piss. what could be better than that?"
Andrew Byran, the city's biggest and worst slumlord was going crazy. All his money and connections weren't doing him a damn bit of good when it came to finding his family. They had all disappeared from their large, palatial home a few days ago with absolutely no clue as to what had happened or who had taken them. Byran had waited for some kind of word or ransom demand - so far nothing.
Well, what Byran didn't know that his wife and daughters weren't snatched for any ransom - and they were all being held in seperate apartments that were located in one of the most neglected and substandard slum buildings that he owned. The kidnappers were out for any of ol' Byran's money; they were out for revenge on his sorry ass.
Andrew was proud of his wife and girls, bragged about their beauty all the time. Well, at the moment, there were some people who were also appreciating them. At lot.
For a fortyish Mom, Mrs. Byran still looked plenty good. Looked as almost as good as her daughters. Big LeRoy sure thought so and so did his buddy and their girlfriends. Mrs. Byran had been getting fucked hard in her cunt and ass for the past two nights. And those two black bitches had been using her tongue so much that it was raw. She got some rest when Leroy had gone to work - but he was back now....
"Ummmm....Yeah, bitch, stroke that dick 'till it's real hard! Yeahhh, you got some soft hands..... Yeahhhhhh. Been thinkin' about that pussy of yours all damn day and couldn't wait to get back home and give you more of my hard fuckin'. And after you get through givin' it up, me and my homeboy's goin' down the hall and get a sample of what your daughters can put out. Word is they is got some real good pussy..."
Down the hall, Darren was gettin' ready to take his turn on 19 year-old Myra Byran. Myra was exhausted, sore and scared. So many brown and black cocks; so much flogging from their belts and paddles. Last week she had been preparing for her role as one of society's newest debutants; now she was being forced into being a whore, her slim body handled crudely and her holes slammed deep by an assortment of large cocks.
Darren nuzzled Myra from behind, his sour liquored breath on her cheek and shoulder. "You ready for some mo' big dick?
Sure hopes you is, 'cause I'm hard and ready, bitch! Know what I'm sayin'?"
"Please, don't," Myra pleaded. " Please let me rest. I can't take any more..."
"What you talkin' 'bout, bitch? You'll take everything that I wanna give ya. You ain't back home in yo' big mansion and shit - you is here in this stickin' run-down ghetto with a brother whose cock is gettin' ready for mo' of that sweet pussy you gots!"
"No...no..." She begged as Darren bent her over.
"Bitch. No-good white bitch..." He muttered as his large cockhead began to dig it's way into her cunt.
Darren sure did enjoy his hour or so of ridin' Myra's tight pussy. The gal didn't have a lot of meat on her hips but she sure could move them real good when she had to. The bitch gyrated them slim hips so good that she had Darren emptyin' his balls again and again, gruntin' and cursin' as he pumped her cunt full of his semen. But Darren wasn't one to rest on his laurels; it wasn't over 15 mintues until that cock of his was twitchin' and wantin' more of what Myra had to give.
Upper-class white gals like Myra Byran didn't have a lot of experience with anal - but kidnapped white girls sure learned about it fast. Learned that down in the ghetto, the brothers liked nothin' better than the feelin' of their cocks in a tight behind. 'Specially a tight white behind.
Darren wasn't gentle as he began forcing his big cock into captive Myra's ass. He didn't let up on the pressure when she cried and begged him to stop.
"Keep that ass of yours still, bitch - or I'm gonna start carvin' my initials in ya! Yeah, yeahhhh, keep it right there.....Uhhhh, you gots some kinda tight ass, don't ya? Here, lemme shove so mo' of my meat in there....yeahhhhh!
"You cryin' and all right now, but after me and the boys done finished with ya, you gonna be movin' that ass just like any ho' down on the street."
Futher down the hall, in Apartment No. 307, Jorge Mancon was having such a good time watching the interaction between his girlfriend Bonita and the Byran girl, Annette. Every since the night that Annette was dragged into their apartment and sold to them for the grand amount of twenty dollars, the randy, crude and heavily tattooed Bonita had seemed determined to make life miserable for her - as though being repeatedly raped by Jorge was not miserable enough.
Jorge did not know whether Bonita's tormenting of their pretty captive was from jealousy or some other need; all he knew was that he enjoyed seeing his middle-aged Mexican girlfriend 's harse treatment of Annette. He had just face-fucked the Byran girl, trembling and enjoying every moment as he used her submissive mouth to bring himself to yet another powerful cum; his big dick had hit the back of her throat and pulsed wildly as it spewed thick loads of his cum-cream down her throat. A thrill made even more satisfying by the way the throughly-cowed Annette resisting the urge to gag as she obediently gulped and swallowed every last droup of his slimy juice - and by how her pretty, tearful eyes looked into his while she swallowed his gunk, just as he had demanded. Si, she had satisfyed him, but it was now Bonita's turn...
Bonita was enjoying her daily torment of this fine-lookin' Anglo bitch that had been thrust into their lives. Bonita Rameriz resented how her Jorge spent so much time fuckin' Annette. Sure, Jorge didn't neglect Bonita's needs, but he was never as wild with her as much as he was with their captive. Bonita would make sure to remind the girl at every turn of where her true place was. She had began things by using her hairbrush and belt on Annette, beating her hard and without mercy. It only took a few minutes for Annette to obey the older woman's demand for her to keep quiet as she was beaten. Only after Annette huched over on the floor at her feet, mutely submitting to all the blows, did Bonita ease up on her hard flailing of the girl's body. Only then did she give Annette the honor of letting her wet pussy and putrid-tasting asshole.
Now Bonita was going to let Annette mouth and tongue satisfy her once again. But not before she took the time to put both herself and Annette in the right mood for the special love that was going to happen between them.....
Bonita used her wooden hairbrush, giving her cute slave Annette a sharp, hard wacking on her already-bruised buttocks as she pushed the anguished girl toward the spare bedroom.
"You know you a bitch, si? You lowly bitch, one pale, dumb Anglo bitch who gets what she deserves, si?" Bonita's eyes were glazed from a combination of both malice and lust as she continued to inflict pain on Annette.
"Get into that room, whore. See that little belt on the bed? I went out and buy it just for you. It good leather, just the right size. So get into there now, bitch. I will whip you bad, make you scream big time. But I whip harder when you scream harder, si?
"Or maybe you be nice, be quiet as I fun myself by hurting you. Maybe you beg me to do what I want. Maybe you show me you ready be my girl. Maybe you tell me you mine now. You want belong to me? I let Jorge still fuck you, but you say you mine and you be my girl..."
Myra had been allowed a precious night of sleep. She slept soundly, her body so tired and weary from seemingly endless rape-fuckings that she had endured since being captured. But the morning came too soon - and with it came a big thug named Maurice. Myra had awoke as he walked in the door.
"Hey, baby. See you as good-lookin' like they said you'd be. They said you fuck good, girl. Well, that's good, 'cause I be good, too. Me and you gonna spend the mornin' together, take our time. You don't have to worry 'bout no other guys comin' in to jump on ya, only think you gotta worry 'bout is bein' able to take all this big dick of mine...
"Now, no need bein' all afraid of this dick, girl - the white girls all cry and thrash around when I first put it to 'em, but eventually they learn to take it all. But they still cry a lot. So it's gonna be with you. Look at this cock, bitch. You like 'em huge like mine? Here, put your hand on it, try put your fingers 'round it. Yeah, baby, it be huge. Maurice's gonna make you forget all 'bout them other fellas, gonna make you cry and call my name....."
Andrea Byran was a cute and pixie-faced 18 yer-old, the youngest girl of the family. She had been due to arrive at her college dorm today, beginning her adventure as a college freshman. This was the day that she had been supposed to meeting new campus friends and exchanging views and thinking about her classes.
Instead, behind lock doors down in the conveted basement apartment one of the dilapidated buildings ironically owned by her father, Andrea was being forced to learn another way of life. A way of life lived by the two street whores who eagerly watched every moment of Adrea's forced prostitution as they all shared the little apartment across from the furnace room down on the lowest floor. The two whores giggled and snickered whenever Andrea cried out in pain from what a particular cock was doing to her or when she gagged as yet another customer jacked his supply of warm sperm in her unwilling mouth. That Anglo girl had been so proud and defiant when the Latino pimp, Enrique, first dragged her inside the door, they chuckled. But she wasn't so proud now....
The pimp Enrique was pleased with how this abducted Anglo bitch named Andrea had earned him a nice piece of change by obediently fucking the line of customers who had come to sample the 'new girl'. After a night of Enrique's special brand of rape and punishment, a new girl was usually cowed into submission enough to begin a new life as a common whore - but one could never be absolutely sure. So he and his two other regular whores had watched Andrea's performance and behavior very closely, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of resistance but Andrea submitted her self to every customer. There was only the occasional soft sobbing from Andrea as another satisfied client rewarded her good behavior with a hearty deposit of his cum....
It was not every day that a pretty white kidnapped girl was so cooperative to all her customers. Not every day could such a captured piece of fine young pussy please so many relentless cocks. As a pimp, it was all Enrique could ask for. What a money-maker this gal would be. Such a girl deserved a nice, long, hard fucking from Enrique himself to show her his appreciation. Pimps know how to fuck well and how to dominate whatever whore they're putting it to. Now poor Andrea was beginning to whimper under Enrique's hard assault on her virgin anus.
"Si, si, puta. Enrique likes this tight ass of yours. Enrique goin' make you like takin' his cock up your ass," Enrique grunted as his strong hands gripped Andrea's hips tightly, keeping her in place, the right place, to take the full force of his slong, slamming cock.
Madame Rue, a long-time and devout Devil Worshiper, had made an agreement with Satan himself many, many decades ago. It was a relationship that suited both parties. For her part, Madame Rue avoided the eternal pits of Hell and retained her earthly body; never aging an additional day for the rest of her existence. For the Dark One, he was assured a steady stream of young, innocent human females by the Madame and her close-knit circle of like-minded fellow devotees; girls who would be used for his amusement and whose souls would be his.
The Rue Mansion had been in the Madame's family for centuries. The Madame was the last of her lineage on earth and she was determined that the Mansion would be hers for all eternity. It was a rather worn and run-down place, but it still served as a great asset to Madame Rue and her activities. Located in the dark-forested and isolated countryside, it was a perfect place for the luring of delectable female meat, especially those foreign girls who liked to explore off the beaten path. For these unfortunate ladies, the attraction was a large, historic place called the Rue Mansion that offered itself as a FREE females-only hostel. A deal almost too good to be true! Over the years, many attractive young females seemed to disappear after staying in the hostel, but the local authorities never quite got around to investigating these circumstances, much less solving them. Amazing what large sums of bribe money can do and also what fear of the Madame's many secret 'friends' could do to instill silence both from the police and the local villagers.
So many sweet girls to be plucked, used and enjoyed.
The Madame always made the choice of which visiting female would be abducted for the use of her and her friends. She preferred the most pretty and innocent ones; especially those who hailed from far-away lands. All of the mansion's hostel rooms had secret doors; doors that allowed the Madame to enter quietly and quickly, taking her prey by surprise.
The cute English girl named Emily never had a chance to resist the chloroformed rag that the Madame applied to her face from behind.
“That’s it, my little pet, go to sleep," Madame Rue whispered as she felt Emily's body start to slack. "When you awake, you will find an entirely new adventure waiting for you...."
Claudette's friends were a bit confused by the brief note that was left on the door of Claudette's room, saying that she had decided to pack up and leave the group in order to go and 'explore the countryside' on her own. This was so unlike her, they thought at first. But, again, the note seemed to be in Claudette's own handwriting and the nice lady at the checkout desk downstairs did confirm that she had checked out with her large backpack. The clerk even showed them Claudette's signature on the check-out book. Perhaps there was a more spontaneous side to Claudette than anyone had suspected.....
But Claudette hadn't checked out on her own. In fact, she hadn't left the mansion at all. At the moment Claudette was some two hundred feet below, down in one of the large dungeon - type rooms that lined the vast corridors and passageways beneath the ancient mansion. Down there, Claudette's open-throated screams could not penetrate the thick stone walls - at her screams were very loud.
“She is so pretty," Countess Nopwenski said to her husband as she raised her arm to deliver yet another blow from her whip. “The pretty ones always amuse me the most - they squirm and shake so much. That makes it so much more satisfying to whip the life out of them."
The Count nudged his wife lovingly. “Ah, and you do know how to get the most from them before you send their souls to the Master. Tell me, do you plan to finish her like this? Or do you have something else in mind?"
“No, my husband, I'm going to whip her so that the skin and meat starts to slide from her bones. That always excites me so much! I'll take my time so that her sounds provide more pleasure for Him while he awaits her soul. I want her to still be aware when we let the dogs in to eat the bits of her body on the floor...."
Madam Rue had appreciated the long and loyal service that Yagor had given her in the capacity of servant, lover, bodyguard and procurer of flesh over the many years. So when Yagor died, the Madam had rewarded him by personally interceding with the Master to preserve his physical body. The Master, one ever so greedy, retained Yagor's soul but allowed his massive body to retain the properties of the undead. Although Yagor's speech now only consisted of grunts and growls, he still was able to understand Madam Rue's instructions and could function at a fairly normal level. Which was fine for the duties and amusements that the Madame used him for.
One of the Madam's favorite uses for Yagor was to provide him with a captive after she had already serviced the Madam's many and perverted pleasures and was now disposable. Nothing the Madam enjoyed better than to watch through her observation porthole as the poor slavegirl was set upon by the zombie-like Yagor and his huge hell - enhanced cock. The ensuing rape was always a torture; no female's pussy and asshole was capable of withstanding the inhuman savagery of Yagor's devilish fuck-assault. After a few hours of enduring his attacks, the slavegirl would be dead. But their deaths never stopped Yagor: He would be rutting her corpses for hours after they had expired. Yet more tortured souls for He Who Dwelled Below.
The zombie Yagor's large hands were cruel as they gripped and tore at Marcela's already-bruised form. Marcela was terrified at this inhuman - like, monster of a man who had been led into her cell. The thing could only grunt and its eyes were vacant it wasted no time grabbing at her, dragging her toward the small wooden bed. She knew what it wanted - it's grotesquely oversized cock clearly show that - and her reeling mind desperately reach for anything to mollify its behavior, to save her life.
“Please don't hurt me, please!" Marcela stopped struggling, even taking hold of the monster's dick. “I’ll be good. I'll do anything!"
Her sudden change of behavior had an effect on Yagor. "Uggnnnnn....," the thing sounded as he pulled Marcela against him. His long and thick tongue was slimy and his breath was putrid as he began exploring her quivering mouth with his. Marcela did all she could to not vomit as she accepted Yagor tongue and foul saliva down her throat. But she was also panicking even more as she felt the zombie's trunk of a cock begin to swell and lengthen more and more.
Marcela would die within two hours - with Yagor's monster cock still slamming away inside her shredded insides.....
The Duchess Zbwenkya had always despised her rather impossible niece. The girl was one who constantly carped and complained about practically everything in the Zbwenkya household, her favorite (and often uttered) complaint being “Things were so much better when Uncle Andrei was alive!" Which was not true because when he was alive, the Duke disliked his spoiled, overbearing niece even more than his wife. Yes, Natalia Palanski was definitely not a young lady easily liked or admired. Just tolerated.
The Duchess had been a sworn member of an exclusive and very secretive satanic society for quite some time. A society led by a powerful, ancient woman known to all as Madame Rue. None in the Duchess's circle of royal and elite-level acquaintances ever had the slightest suspicion of her long-standing devotion to the Dark One. They had no idea of just how Duchess had seemed to manage to maintain her middle-aged looks even though she was now approaching the age of 40 years. Or how her business dealings and estate holding always seemed to prosper even in the worst of financial times and social upheaval. "She must have some very powerful connections," they would say. They could never guess how powerful.
One day while taking tea with the Madam, the Duchess, usually one very circumspect, blurted out her ever-maddening frustration and annoyance with the ongoing difficulties with her niece. Madam Rue just smiled at her calmly and opinioned, "Perhaps, my dear, if Natalia professes to miss the Duke so much......... well, perhaps you should arrange it so that she gets what she wants."
The Madam chuckled. "Yes, exactly. You've been faithful to Him for a long time. Steered plenty of delicious souls His way.........and besides, I think He'd really enjoy the humor of it all...."
The Duchess had petitioned the Dark One and had been granted her request. It was only a week later that she was enjoying the overwhelming terror on her niece’s face as she had her reunion with her dear Uncle Andrei. Dear dead Uncle Andrei.
“Well, niece, why aren't you more pleased? You've been bitching and bitching about how better it would be if your Uncle Andrei was here. And now here he is - and he’s going to make up for lost time. Quit crying and making all that noise! Don't you appreciate your uncle's cock? And you don't have to worry; He's Undead, so that dick of his will never get soft on you.
"Yes, girl, your departed Uncle Andrei likes you a lot, I can tell. In fact, he likes you so much that when he's through fucking you, he might just eat you up.....!"
At the lower level beneath the Rue Mansion, the level that housed the portals of entry directly down into Satan's lairs, an ongoing atmosphere of gruesome entertainment was constantly in play. It was here that many of the captives who had provided the Madame and her friends with so much pleasure would meet their end in the most imaginative and creative manner. Here, the Devil's loyal cadre of half-humans would enjoy the stark terror of his victims as they served as food for the ever-ravenous Zergonas, the giant snake that had been a personal gift from the Dark One to the Madame for her steady and loyal service. In Hell itself, Zergonas had for centuries devoured the condemned bodies that were sent or brought there; swallowing them whole and eventually excreting out their souls in a filthy mush. To help the Madame keep the bottom-level's motley assortment of deformed and demented half human minions happy, the devil-snake was provided to as a source of excitement. The nightly torment of its victims was something not to be missed.
Rhia had endured weeks of the most degrading and painful usage by the Madame and her satanic coven. Now it was her time to finally meet her end. It was a now a quick end for Rhia as the giant devil-snake took it's time with her. Swallowing her slowly, taking over an hour, allowing her terror to build as she begged for mercy at first, then begging for a quick release from her life as she began to feel the snake's gastric juices start to digest her flesh. Her pathetic screams thrilled the assembled onlookers and her terror made the Devil's receipt of her soul so much tastier...
Sometimes the Madame exhibited a sly sense of humor in her dealings with some of her doomed slaves. The pain and humiliation that she dealt out to her doomed female prisoners kept her body young and her libido at a constant high - but what's pleasure without a little bit of fun now and then. Like she had done earlier with the Duchess, Madame Rue thoroughly enjoyed arranging reunions of the more macabre sort. Under her relentless punishment, all of her slaves confessed their most intimate misdeeds and lapses of behavior. This made her triumph and superiority over the slave so much more complete and delicious.
For weeks, Emily had pleased the Madame's pussy and asshole with her splendid English tongue and her cries and screams under the Madame's swift whip had provided many hours of enjoyment. And her confessions had laid bare the hypocrisy that masked her outer persona of honesty and propriety. Coming from an elitist family where great things had been expected of her, Emily had done some rather dishonest things in order to uphold her status as a superior university student. As far as the Madame was concerned, these misdeeds were nothing special in comparison to her own standards - but they did offer up an opportunity for some tasty delectation...
The Madame made her arrangements so that everything would be just right when she personally escorted Emily to one of the portals to Hell. A reunion of sorts...
"Now, my sweet slave, before you are walked through this portal to be received by the Great Satan, I thought that you'd like to meet two old friends of yours from your past. Of course they both might look a little different than when they were alive, but surely you'll recognize Professors Gorman and Thigpin from your university days? Remember how you used to jack off Professor Thigpin in his office in order to get higher grades? And how you used to tease Professor Gorman so that he made a fool of himself by getting caught looking up your skirt? He was so embarrassed that he committed suicide, poor man. And Professor Thigpin never did get to fuck you like you promised...
"Oh, Emily,” the Madame cooed,” you were such a naughty little BITCH! But you're going to have the chance to make up for your bad ways with these two gentlemen now. Their flesh may be rotted and peeling but they both have the hellish cocks on them now. Here, see how stout and hard Professor Thigpin's cock is in your dainty hands? And you surely can feel Mr. Gorman's thick dick rubbing between your butt cheeks. They're both going to have such a good time finally getting to fuck you, dear. Don't worry, Emily - their cocks will never go soft on you...."