Thrilling Rape Fantasies - Illustrated

CHAPTER FIVE

Suddenly, Alison's reverie is broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Her heart leaps into her throat. It is time. As Fiona leads her by the leash out through the living room to the front door, the plugged blonde notices that the furniture has been rearranged, the couches pushed back against the wall to make more room in the center of the floor. The entire far end of the room, where the dining area used to be, is now emptied save for a single spotlit pillar that runs from floor to ceiling, with a ring of hooks set into it about seven or eight feet off the floor, and another ring of hooks around the base. Obviously a whipping post. Off to one side of it is a sort of adjustable bondage bench, sort of similar to a weightlifter's bench but more thickly padded and with detachable stirrups built into one end like those on a gynecologist's examining table. The whole thing is set all over with hooks and rings, and jointed at several places so that it can be adjusted into almost any conceivable configuration. From a new rack on the wall hang a wide variety of whips, belts and chains.

The captive girl's knees are shaking so badly she can hardly walk, carefully taking little short steps, limited by the one foot length of chain between her ankles, her wrists still fastened behind her back. Fiona throws the door open wide, revealing her lovely prisoner to whoever might be standing outside. Alison squirms in embarrassment, not knowing who or what to expect… It is Slate, and he is not alone. Behind him in the hallway are crowded Tony, Mickey and Luis, the three lowbrow bouncer types she had encountered the night before. Their eyes widen at the sight of the pierced and plugged blonde in her bizarrely provocative get up, their nostrils flaring like bulls in heat. They shuffle their feet around in their size fourteen shoes as they instantly sprout bulging erections. Alison is powerless to cover herself with her wrists fastened behind her like this, standing there awkwardly on the end of Fiona's leash with her newly-pierced nipples jutting out of the cut-outs in the corset and her bald little slit peeking out from below.

Slate, meanwhile, maintains his air of ironic detachment, leading the group through the door as Fiona closes it behind them. "And how is our adorable little trainee today?" he asks the darkly beautiful bitch… "Has she been a good little girl?" "As good as can be expected, boss…" replies Fiona… "I had to straighten her out once or twice, as you can see…"

She turns the blonde around so Slate and his goon squad can inspect the marks on her rear, plainly revealing the base of the plug stuffed up the girl's behind and the little straps holding it in place.
"What the fuck is that thing, boss?" asks Tony. "Alison, tell my friend here what that is and what it's for…" Slate demands, pointing to the contraption between her buttocks. The bound girl hems and haws. "Speak up, Alison…" the granite-faced construction exec orders her, more fiercely this time. "I… I guess it's a kind of trainer, sir…" the mortified girl stammers, red-faced… "It uhh… it goes up inside me there… in the back… and the little straps hold it in place so it can't fall or get pushed out. I think it's supposed to you know stretch me… to make it easier for men to… you know… to fuck me there…" "No shit?…" sez Tony. "Yes, sir…" the blushing captive replies, humiliated beyond belief, staring down at her feet and feeling every inch of the rubbery rectum stretcher locked so deep in her hot squishy bowels. "She's been wearing it for about two hours, now…" announces her darkly perverse mistress, "So she should be pretty well opened up…" "Excellent…" says Slate. "We'll soon find out. But first let's have some refreshments… Fiona, why don't you go help Alison get us some drinks."

Slate motions to his boys to take a seat on the couches which have been pushed back against the wall, turning on the video tapes made earlier that day and displaying them on the big screen TV. Alison getting her punishment enema… Alison lapping her mistress' dark-haired pussy… Alison getting injections, getting her nipples ringed by the greasy tattoo artist… Alison getting her cunt and ass fucked by his long crooked crank… Alison moaning and cooing as he shoots his sticky come load deep in her spasming bowels… "Looks like you got her pretty well trained already, boss…" chuckle the meatheads on the couch. The luscious blonde slave girl in the kitchen can hear every word, every moan and gasp coming from the television as Fiona refastens her wrists in front to enable her to carry a tray of freshly-poured scotches to the men outside, her ears burning with their lewd laughter. Fiona pours them both a couple of white wines, and they take a sip or two before putting them on the tray.

Returning to the living room carrying the drink tray and still led like a dog by her leash, Alison feels the eyes of all the men riveted on her as she leans over the coffee table to serve them, carefully setting each drink down on a coaster. Her pierced and exposed nipples hang a few inches in front of each man's face. On the TV screen behind her, Fiona is just making her come as she hangs in bondage in the door frame. Alison serves the three underlings first, finally coming to Slate. As she bends over before him to put down his drink, Slate reaches out with both hands to seize her nipple rings between his thumb and forefinger. The tightly-corseted blonde freezes as he examines them closely, turning them this way and that, tugging on them gently. "How do you like your new jewelry, Alison?" the saturnine exec enquires… "You won't forget that you're my little slave girl now, will you? That guy Spider is a real low-life, but he does good work, don't you think?" "Y…Yes, sir… I guess so, sir… I… I wouldn't know… I know I won't forget that I belong to you… not as long as I'm wearing them…" the cuffed and plugged girl admits quietly. Indeed, now that she has been ringed, she feels more than ever committed to a total bondage lifestyle, her old life already becoming nothing more than an irrelevant memory.

"That's a good girl…" says Slate, finally releasing her. "You know, watching these tapes, I get the feeling that you enjoyed it when that creep Spider fucked you in the pussy and up the ass. Did you like it when Fiona licked your cunt? Tell me, how many times did you come today?…" "I… I don't know, sir…" the shamed and terrified girl replies. "I think you've been enjoying yourself too much, you dirty fucking whore… You don't give a shit who fucks you, do you, as long as they give it to you good and hard?" "Y…Yes sir… No sir… I don't know, sir…" the comely slave girl stammers. "You know what's going to happen now, don't you, Alison? You know what happens to dirty little whores?" Slate's voice is rising as he continues his interrogation. Alison remains silent and intimidated, not knowing what he expects from her, frozen with fear. Her bright blue eyes dart to the spotlit post at the other end of the room.

She knows she is going to be whipped, and soon. That's what happens to dirty little whores… she just can't bring herself to say it. "Don't you, Alison?!" Slate repeats himself, suddenly slapping the girl across the face, bringing tears to her eyes. "Yes sir… Yes sir… they get punished, sir…" "That's right, Alison, they get punished…" he growls, "Just like you're going to be… Dirty little sluts like you get their butts whipped every day. It's no more than they deserve. It's the only way to keep their hot little asses in line. The next time you come without my express permission, I'm going to have Fiona take her quirt to your greedy wet twat, you shameless sniveling little cunt! Keep that in mind!" Alison cowers under this torrent of verbal abuse. "Now take this bitch over to the whipping post and hang her up high…" he orders his three stooges, who are sitting there open mouthed.

Crazed with fear, the plugged and cuffed blonde makes a sudden desperate dash for the door as Tony, Mickey and Luis start to rise, ripping her leash from Fiona's hand. Unfortunately, she has forgotten that her ankles are still fastened together by the short length of chain, and only gets about two steps before she trips and falls to the carpeted floor with a crash, nearly upsetting the coffee table and landing heavily on her side. In a flash, two of Slate's gorillas are roughly lifting her to her feet, holding her by the upper arms and keeping them pinned to her sides as she struggles in their grip. "Now don't you feel silly…" her erstwhile employer smirks… "I was hoping you'd do that. You've just added ten extra lashes to your punishment… want to go for more?" He steps up to her and seizes her chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. Alison gulps down the rage and resentment suddenly boiling in her veins. "No… No sir…" she whimpers, choking on the words. "Good… good… you're starting to hate me…" Slate taunts her. "It will be that much more fun to beat it out of you."

Without further ado, Tony and Luis half walk, half drag the terrified receptionist over to the pillar dominating the room and hang her wrists to one of the hooks over her head by a short length of chain, pulling it tight enough that she has to stand on tiptoes with her belly pressed hard against the post. The shackled girl is so weak with fear that she can barely stand and feels like she is going to throw up, breathing hard though her mouth. Fiona comes over with a wide leather belt, strapping the tightly-corseted captive's narrow waist firmly to the obelisk in front of her, making it impossible for her to turn or twist her body around and forcing her buttocks to jut out invitingly behind. They make a tempting target, framed by the corset cut high above, the black plug impaling her quivering rectum and the strap running up between her cheeks still glaringly obvious.

Alison's fearfully erect clit and ringed nipples are pressed hard against the post as her darkly beautiful mistress pulls her ankles apart, fastening them to opposite sides of the post at its base so that the bound girl is forced to straddle it, the smooth round obsidian surface hard up against her moistly shaved crotch. Her head and neck, however, remain free enough that she can turn to look back over her shoulder at Slate, who walks over to the rack of whips hanging on the wall. She'll be able to see the blows coming, if she tries, but is completely helpless to stop them. "I think a few with the cat would be good to start with…" her master comments, "Just to warm her up a little…" He takes off his suit jacket and rolls up his sleeves, revealing a well-muscled hairy forearm, and selects a black leather cat o' nine tails with a foot-long wooden handle and two-foot lashes of thick leather strips, knotted at the end to give them some momentum. Stepping up close behind her, he fondles her soft and outthrust butt cheeks for a moment, running his fingers over the welts that Fiona had left there, letting the cat dangle idly from his other hand. Alison starts blubbering and begging pathetically… "Please Mister Slate don't hurt me I'll be good I'm sorry I'm sorry don't hurt me please Mister Slate I'll be good I'll be good…"

"Gee, Alison, I'm disappointed in you…" Slate comments facetiously. "Where is your spirit now… your will to resist? I haven't even struck you yet. Now shut the fuck up. The only sounds I want to hear from your mouth now are screams…" With that he starts swinging, slowly and with a measured pace, using all the strength in his arm. The nine-tasseled cat whistles through the air… SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! By the third blow, Alison is already crying quietly, helplessly, to herself, biting her trembling lower lip. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!… On and on it goes. The nine lashes of the cat dissipate the force of the blow more or less evenly across her jiggling rear, not cutting into her the way Fiona's quirt did but rather bringing an overall redness and fiery heat to her cheeks. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! By the tenth lash the girl is sobbing freely, twisting in her bonds as much as she is able, unconsciously grinding her wet and hairless pussy against the foot-thick black pole between her legs, squeezing down on the thirteen inches of rubber stuffed up her ass and sending a surge of hot gushy cunty pleasure up her spine amidst the burning pain. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!… Slate keeps up his slow relentless flogging, striking the girl once every two seconds or so. By the twentieth lash, the once virginal ivory of Alison's shapely rear is glowing a vivid magenta all over, and burning as though she had sat down on a hot stove.

The more it burns, the harder the whipped girl grinds her hips against the phallic pole she is tied to, moaning loudly now with each blow, her eyes closed tightly and a cascade of tears flowing down her face. "PLEASSE… PLEASSE… PLEEASSSE…" she begs incoherently in time with the whacking of the cat, her belly tightening with the tension of her approaching orgasm. "Jeeze, boss… lookit her go…" sez Tony. "First I'm going to make you come with my whip…" hisses Slate, "Then I'm going to mark you…" SPLAT… SPLAT… SPLAT… SPLAT… He punctuates each word with another lash of the cat. The overwhelmed and totally dominated sex slave's mind dissolves somewhere around the thirty fifth blow in an explosion of white hot pain and passion, her teeth tightly clenched and her savagely beaten bottom grinding and shaking uncontrollably against the hard black pillar she straddles, her pink little rectum felching and squishing around the long black plug buried in her bowels. A long keening wail is torn from her throat, borne from the depths of her submission. He has made her come with his whip, and she is his now, body and soul.

Slate takes a step back, taking a breather, his forehead dotted with perspiration, letting his softly sobbing and moaning slave girl hang there for a few minutes as the intensity of her orgasm subsides. Her hips move around reflexively in little circles, as though still feeling the echoes of his lashes. The girl's lovely rounded tush is glowing like a red hot coal in a fireplace and burns like one too. And Slate is just getting started… the steely-eyed construction exec takes a long pull from his drink, discarding the cat and walking back over to the rack on the wall. He selects a thin four foot switch, made of flexible fiberglass wrapped in black leather. "Wait till you feel the cut of my crop…" he says to the abjectly defeated and sniffling blonde with a cruel glitter in his hooded eyes, swishing the thing around in the air in front of him a few times, loosening up his arm. He means to give her some serious pain now. The limber switch makes a terrifying whistle as it cuts through the air. Unlike the cat o' nine tails, which is designed to spread the force of his blows more or less evenly across the flesh of his victim, the crop is obviously meant to cut sharply, focusing all the energy of his swing in a narrow stripe that makes immediate welts and can easily lacerate the skin if laid on hard enough. Slate intends to mark her for life. Only a bullwhip could be more severe. "Just try to keep from screaming, Alison… just try…" he taunts her sadistically…

WHIZZZ- THWACK! The thin crop lands across the fleshiest part of the bound girl's buttocks with a meaty thunk, instantly raising a darkish purple stripe flecked with tiny drops of blood on the flaming magenta background of her behind. With the first blow, Alison's mind explodes in agony and panic. She shrieks uncontrollably, far beyond shame or embarrassment. Never in her sweet short life has she experienced anything that hurt this bad. WHIZZZ- THWACK! He lays another stripe carefully just above the first. WHIZZZ- THWACK! WHIZZZ- THWACK! WHIZZZ- THWACK! Three more lacerations appear above and below the others, leaving a neat row of five darkly-oozing stripes across the tortured slave girl's shapely rear. Alison's body thrashes and twists within her bondage, her full-throated screams nearly deafening in the close confines of the apartment. For a long time she goes on screaming, even after her Master has put down his instrument of punishment. Slate smiles in evil satisfaction. She won't soon forget this whipping, her first, or the man who gave it to her. The overall redness of her buttocks will soon fade, but the stripes he has laid on her will take weeks to heal, eventually turning black and then fading to thin white lines of scar tissue that will mark her forever as a slutty little masochistic slave bitch. His little slave bitch.

Finally, Alison's screams fade to sobs and sniffling moans as she hangs there limply, her shoulders and breasts heaving, her face drenched with tears that roll down her cheeks and drip off her chin, her rear end an agony of flaming pain. "I told you I would make you scream…" Slate comments coolly, walking around to face her. "Now tell me… Who is your Master?" "You are, Sir…" the tortured slave girl snivels in abject surrender. "Who do you belong to?" "You, Sir… only you…" "And what is your purpose in life?…" "To serve you, Sir…" "And how may you serve me?…" "With my body, Sir… with my mouth… my breasts… my pussy… my ass if you wish it…" she whispers softly. "Very good, Alison… I think you're learning…" says her darkly handsome tormentor. "There's nothing like a good whipping to instill the proper attitude of humility in cunts like you… I wish your twerpy little boyfriend could see you now… he'd know how you bitches need to be treated. Maybe I'll bring him around here one of these days, let him watch some of these tapes. He must be wondering what happened to you by now. He should get to know the real Alison… the new Alison. Wouldn't that be fun?"

The captive blonde burns with humiliation, imagining what Tom would think if he saw her this way. He'd probably hate her as much as she hates herself for giving in so submissively… she who always acted so cool and aloof, teasing and frustrating her boyish suitor mercilessly, making her jump through hoops for her. And him thinking that the way to her heart was through love… how could he have been more wrong? She realizes that Slate's words are no idle chatter… no doubt he has plans to make this meeting happen. She knows that if she were Tom she'd want to get even… to punish her for jerking him around all along, then giving herself totally to someone else. Some day soon he will doubtless get his chance. In a way she even looks forward to it… she feels like she owes him that much.

"All right, boys… let's get her down from there and onto the bench…" Slate orders his musclebound henchmen. "She took her whipping… now she deserves a good fuck. Who wants to be the first?" The guys stumble all over themselves to be the first in line, with Tony asserting his position as the senior of the three. They unfasten the pierced and well-striped sex slave from the whipping post and carry the exhausted and totally passive girl over to the bondage bench across the room. "How do you want her, boss?" asks Tony. "Oh, face down, I think…" Slate replies… "That way I can admire the results of my work. Besides, it's about time for her pluggie to come out. Fiona, why don't you go fix our little trainee a couple of booster shots? I think she's about due for some anal injections… About 30 ccs worth… one, two, and three inch needles…"

While Fiona is off about her business the men busy themselves fixing Alison to the bondage bench. First they crank up the whole thing so it's about waist-high, with the head part a little lower than the middle, folding down the bottom third of the thing into an L shape. They set the unresisting cuffed and plugged slave girl face down on it so that she is in a kneeling position with her hips a foot higher than her head. Following Slate's instructions, they fasten her collar to a ring at the top end of the thing so that she cannot raise the top half of her body and her head is bent back at the neck, her chin resting on the padded edge. They separate her cuffed wrists and fix them to rings on either side of the bench about level with her shoulders. Moving down to her feet, they clip her ankles to more rings on either side at the base of the device, separating them and bending her knees up into a frog-like position. Alison's flaming and well-whipped backside is thus raised to prominence and spread open widely, completely exposed, as they fasten two short leather belts around her knees and strap them tightly to the sides of the table, making it impossible for her to raise her hips.

Slate then steps in and unbuckles the bondage belt from around her middle, pulling it away from her and unclipping the little straps that hold the rubbery butt-plug in place. Slowly he eases the dripping thirteen-inch dildo out of her widespread ass hole as he reaches down to stroke her slick smooth pussylips with his other hand, insinuating a finger between them to wake her swollen clit. Alison whimpers as the head of the thing finally plops out of her exhausted and stretched-out sphincter, which remains gaping open so that her Master can see in inch or two inside, revealing her gushy dark pink inner anal membranes. After three hours of wearing the thing, Alison can no longer close her rectum… at least not for a little while. This is exactly what Slate had in mind.

Just about that moment, Fiona returns with her silver tray and three 10cc hypos already filled with clear and potent liquid ecstasy. Slate instructs his henchmen to go ahead and take off their pants and shorts and line up by the bound babe's face as he buckles a wide white strap across the back of

Alison's waist, cinching it tightly so that her belly is pressed hard against the padded bench underneath her. The beautiful and punished blonde's rear end is now completely immobilized in this spread-open position, fastened so tightly she can't even twitch, her pussy and asshole gaping open like the mouths of hungry baby birds. Slate takes a hypo with a glittering one-inch needle and holds it up to the light, squeezing out a bubble or two, squirting a thin line up into the air. "Go ahead… stick your cock in her mouth…" he tells Tony. "Don't worry… she won't bite… not while I've got this needle up her ass. Will you, Alison…?" "No… No Sir… I won't bite…" she promises, shuddering in helpless dread.

Needles up the ass… anal injections… so this is what he meant. She can't imagine anything more terribly, dangerously decadent, or more terrifyingly exciting. For in truth she is excited, her little pink joy button twitching and jumping to the expert strumming of her Master's finger, her hairless little pussy moistening itself once again with her slippery juices. After the savage whipping she has received, she finds herself actually looking forward to the relief she knows the drugs will provide, spreading soothing warmth through her body and easing the awful burning pain of her fiery rump and throbbingly pierced nipples. Deadening also the guilt and shame and anguish that torment her mind, leaving her spaced-out and carefree, eager to please. She's going to get it anyway… she might as well enjoy it, the helpless girl rationalizes.

In fact she is already becoming addicted to the powerful stimulant/hypnotics and if the gleaming needles are the price she has to pay She has learned to find a certain horrifying and sick pleasure in the feeling of the ultra-sharp instruments piercing and probing deeper and deeper within her tender sex flesh, the squeezing of the plunger that fills her from within with scintillating and dreamy pleasure, the shock of hot surrender that hits as the drugs fill her bloodstream and reach her brain, leaving her limp and aching with sexual need. Alison opens her mouth and gasps as she feels the first scrape of the one-inch needle dimpling the ultra-sensitive flesh at the gaping mouth of her rectum. The hairy beetle-browed Italian standing in front of her takes this opportunity to seize her by the hair, stuffing the length of his hot swarthy pecker into her mouth and leaving it there, pulling her head back to straighten out the path.

"MMF!… MMF!… she gasps as Slate sinks the glittering steel lance into the soft and yielding ring of tissue around her delicate opening, Slowly and deliberately he works his way around in a circle inside her laxly yawning anal orifice, injecting more and more drugs as he goes. By the time he has emptied the first syringe, a tingling numbness suffuses the membranes of her slightly swollen ass hole and a warm relaxing glow is slowly billowing within her. Alison's mouth is working now on Tony's big veiny cock as he slowly fucks it in and out of her face, her pinkly stretched lips locked around its circumference and her tongue mischievously tickling the underside of his throbbing shaft, sucking like a starving calf at its mother's udder. She is starting to feel all dreamy and creamy… she does do love sucking dick… any dick as long as it's hard and hairy…

"Now that we've got you warmed up, it's time to get to work with some longer needles…" Slate announces to his spaced-out and slurping sex slave. Alison feels a delicious thrill of fear curl in her belly, making her clit twitch as she presses it against the smooth vinyl of the bondage bench. She is anxious now to feel his penetrating injections deeper inside. Slate takes a thick index finger and inserts it in her doped-up rear entry, squelching it in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of her slippery inner walls delicately massaging his probing digit as he stirs it around. "Tony, get your dick out of there before you come… step aside and let Mickey have a chance." Alison meeps with disappointment as the swarthy Mediterranean's cock is withdrawn, only to have her face once more stuffed full of turgid manmeat as the sturdy Irishman takes his place. "Don't look so crestfallen, Tony…" his boss admonishes him as he pumps his finger in and out, "I want you to save that come to go up her ass when I'm done here. That goes for you other guys, too…

This little nympho slut needs more ass-fucking practice and I'm going to see that she gets it. So don't come in her mouth, okay?"

"We gotcha boss…" the three goons agree, smiling and licking their lips in anticipation. Meanwhile, Slate has picked up the second 10cc syringe with its gleaming 2 inch needle and bends to guide it into the opening of Alison's trembling and slightly open rectum. Holding the aperture open with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, he guides the razor sharp point of the lance into the girl's widely gaping hole, jabbing it down into the slick red interior of her anal canal. Slowly he works his way around the circumference of her interior, depressing the plunger of the syringe with his thumb to inject more and more narcotics as he goes. By the time he is finished he has completed a circle of injections deep inside her slick spasming rear entry and a warm glowing tingle is permeating her from deep within, sending messages of sensual delight running up and down her spine that seem to explode behind her eyes in a shower of scintillating fireworks. Alison's face takes on a look of dreamy contentment, her attention totally riveted on the sensation of the long needle probing deep inside her hot squishy asshole as Mickey pounds his stumpy dick in and out of her gasping mouth. Finally, the second syringe is emptied and Slate carefully withdraws it and tosses it aside.

"Okay, Mickey… get the fuck out of there… Let Luis get in on some of that blowjob action…" he commands, picking up the third 10cc syringe with its wicked three-inch needle and once more spreading Alison's drugged and halfway numbed asshole with his fingers. Carefully, he threads the length of the needle straight up her rectum, not touching the walls, finally angling it down to penetrate her only when the barrel of the syringe is ready to enter her anally. Luis grabs the compliantly-stoned girl by the hair and thrusts his hairy chorizo between her lips, immediately fucking her face with all the power he can muster. Alison lies there on her belly with her eyes closed, her attention totally riveted way up inside her back passage where the point of the needle touches her. Slate thrusts down and in, driving the whole three inches of gleaming steel into the soft flesh of her feminine core with one thrust, making the tied up sex slave twitch and tense up involuntarily as she feels the needle piercing her womb from behind some five inches or so inside her, sharply skewering the nerve center of the feminine anatomy. At least two inches of the barrel of the syringe is now inserted into her softly yielding rectum, fucking her in the ass as her grimly smiling Master empties the third syringe inside her. At this point, Alison's mind is floating somewhere up there above cloud nine, her whole body from the waist down totally out of her control, an expression of dreamy pleasure on her face as Luis pounds his stumpy dick in and out of her mouth.

By the time Slate is done and pulls the third hypo from her weakly spasming asshole, her whole body is alight with a hot rush of excitement and desire. After all she has endured and experienced she feels an almost unbearable yearning to be fucked and fucked and fucked… an emptiness inside that con only be satisfied by a hard pounding hot cock deep inside her, a craving for the kind of brutal penetration that will at long last bring her to orgasm and a sense of feminine fulfillment… a reward if you will for all the punishment and humiliation she has suffered. "Luis, get your slimy prick out of there…" says Slate… "It's time to buttfuck this little nympho bitch…" A tremor of shame runs through the tightly bound slave girl as she realizes how eagerly she is awaiting her impalement by three musclebound gorillas she hardly knows and doesn't even like. Her mouth is open and panting, her swollen nipples tingling and attentively erect around the thick rings that pierce them. She misses the feeling of having a hot cock in her subserviently sucking mouth.

As if divining her emotion, Slate steps up to her face and unzips his trousers, pulling out his oversized and twitching erection. Alison beholds this object with awe, an expression of doglike devotion on her face as she locks her bright pink lips around it. She licks and sucks at it like a little girl with a favorite lollypop, whimpering with need. A satisfied smile creases the hard lines of her Master's face. "Step up, there, Tony…" he tells the hulking bodyguard… "Stick it up her ass! Don't worry about her feelings… just ram it in there… That's how she likes it… Isn't it, Alison?!…" he orders the hungrily-sucking slave bitch… "Tell Tony how you like it… hard and rough…." He pulls his cock from her mouth and stands there glaring down at her.

"Yes, sir… yesss that's how I like it…" the bound and drugged girl is forced to confess, her voice soft and meekly fawning as she looks up into Slate's steely eyes with groveling capitulation. "I… I like to take it anally… Go ahead and give it to me hard… as hard as you want… hard and deep… I… I don't mind… I… uh… I like it like that.. I need it like that… Oh please… pleeeaasssse…" She hams it up a little, making Slate smirk…

Hearing this confession, the hot-blooded Tony's mind is boils with raging and greedy lust as he steps up close behind her to lay his hands on her well-whipped buttocks, guiding the head of his cock to her quivering rear aperture. He can feel the darkening welts Slate has raised with his crop on the background of her flaming magenta cheeks. Alison closes her eyes and scrunches up her eyes, wincing at the contact of his fingers on her burning and lacerated rear as her Boss once more thrusts his hot manly member into her gasping mouth. Without further preamble, the swarthy goomba behind her introduces his swollen red cockhead into her hairless and dilated pink rectum, plunging it past her stretched-out sphincter and into her slickly-lubricated and spasming bowels. He penetrates her easily for the first few inches or so, although it's a bit of a struggle to get the second half stuffed up there… The girl moans around Slate's dick filling her mouth, lifting her hips as best she can to straighten herself out inside and accommodate Tony's rough probing deeper and deeper in her hot ass…

After hours of wearing the rubbery black plug up there Alison is well stretched, although it is still a snug fit. Finally, he stops for a moment, savoring the sensation of her hot elastic bowels stretched tightly and squeezing around the length of his cock, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead from the sheer pleasure of it. He grinds his hairy muscular belly against her softly upturned buns. Her yielding insides begin to squeeze and milk on his shaft, her belly turning flip-flops with the pleasure of being deeply penetrated as she shamelessly rubs her stiff little clit against the vinyl bondage bench beneath her.

When he feels her squishy internal membranes start to massage his cock, Tony goes wild, slamming himself up her girlish ass like a linebacker on steroids, grunting and snorting like an animal. Alison is totally overcome by the violent pounding of his dick within her, forcing the breath from her lungs as he batters relentlessly into her soft interior. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! goes his belly against her jiggling backside. Within minutes his rock-hard organ is twitching and jumping inside her, seeming to swell even wider as he spurts his hot scummy load into her seething depths, holding her tight against him. When she feels his warm wet semen spurting deep in her butt, the blonde's spastically fluttering bowels clamp down on him hard, squeezing the come out of his balls as she comes and comes around his skewering shaft, whining and squealing with rapture around the thick manthing choking her throat, trying hard not to bite it. Gradually her spasms start to fade as the hulking Italian leg-breaker's slippery cock slowly deflates and gets rubbery inside her, finally popping out with a splurt.

"Good job, Tony…" sez Slate, pulling his saliva-slickened organ from Alison's slurping mouth. "Don't you think he did a good job, Alison? I think you should thank him…" he demands, slapping the buttfucked slave girl across the face with his massive dick, back and forth, back and forth. "Thank you, sir… Thank you for doing a good job fucking me up the ass…" the panting captive murmers subserviently to the hulking meathead behind her. "Okay… now let Mickey have a shot…" Slate commands, stuffing his king-sized erection back into Alison's openly gasping mouth.

Tony steps back from the bench, wiping his dick with a moist towelette that Fiona thoughtfully provides him. The stolid Mickey steps into his place, an expression of ox-like determination on his rather stupid looking face, his mean little close-set eyes narrowing in concentration. Forcefully, he augers his broad purplish cockhead into the slavishly subservient blonde's oozing rectal orifice, driving his stumpy thickset cock to the hilt into her quivering and slippery ass guts. Although not particularly long, its unusual thickness makes it a good deal more difficult to force it in there, but he bores on in stubbornly, relentlessly stretching her… Alison's eyes pop open and alarm bells of pain try to make themselves heard through the drug-induced haze of sensual surrender, but of course with her tummy tightly belted to the bondage bench she can hardly even twitch. All she can do is take it… take it all.

Tears of helpless frustration well in her eyes as Slate relentlessly works his king-sized pecker in and out of her gullet in time with the ruddy-faced mick slamming into the recesses of her ravished bowels. Faster and faster the twin pistons move within her as she begins to respond with fearful excitement to the oafish bouncer's bloated tool, first relaxing and then reflexively tightening up again around him, caressing his shaft with her hot yielding insides. He fucks her wetly clinging ass feverishly, rivulets of sweat pouring down his contorted face as she grunts and moans around the big dick in her mouth in time with his thrusts. Soon he too is coming, erupting like a volcano, bathing her ass guts with hot gruelly semen, sending her spinning off into another convulsive orgasm, her blissfully spasming bowels sucking the juice out of his spurting unit as skyrockets of delight explode behind her tightly scrunched-up eyes. Mickey falls back like he had been hit over the head with a hammer. "Okay, Luis…" says Slate, "You're up… Don't let me down, now… give it to her good!"

Unlike the other two, who fucked her hard and came quickly, Luis is determined to take his time and make this last for a while. After all, who knows when an opportunity this good will come again? Besides he is vain and macho enough to want to make her remember him, and being Hispanic, holds a certain resentment for genteel suburban white bitches like Alison. The fact that she would undoubtedly have treated him as a social inferior in her former life adds a certain poignancy to the situation. He aims to strike a blow as it were for the pride of Latin manhood and her helpless ass is going to be the scapegoat. Meanwhile Slate continues to throat-fuck the subserviently sucking slave-girl, holding her by the ears and forcing her down on his cock endlessly as the tears run down her soft cheeks.

Luis steps up to the bound girl's widespread and oozing asscrack, slapping his hands down on her whipped and immobilized buttocks hard enough to make her jerk in pain and cry out, reawakening the burning stripes that decorate her rear. "Just wanna see if you're awake there cutie…" the olive skinned Latino hisses… "I got something here for your hot little coolie…" Alison whimpers as he presses the fat uncircumsized head of his swarthy pecker to her exhausted and bruised anal ring. Her insides are starting to feel like a punching bag after Mike Tyson gets through with it. Her eyes close in resignation. She's not going anywhere, and neither is he, except deeper and deeper up her ass. Slowly and deliberately he plows it in there as her fucked-out rectum grips him slackly. She wishes he'd just get on with it…

Finally, her tired and swollen sphincter is gripping his hairy unit at the root, its twitching throbbing length buried in her hot slimy rear channel. He stirs it around inside her… "Hey baby how djou like that hot Cuban sausage, huh?…" Alison lies there passively, heedless of his taunts, simply enduring. Unsatisfied with her lack of responsiveness, he slaps her lacerated butt cheeks again with his heavy hands as he thrusts himself forcefully up her hot squishy ass hole. This definitely brings the shackled blonde back to life in a hurry, her buttocks clenching an unclenching, her hot interior squeezing his hard hairy member involuntarily as she reacts to the burning hurt he awakens in her still-flaming butt. "Oh yeah! Let's do that some more!" Again and again the sadistic Cuban spanks the helpless blonde's tender tush, driving his slimy dick into her more forcefully with every slap as she quivers and shivers under him.

SQUELCH… SQUELCH… SQUELCH.. goes his dick as it pistons in and out of her cum-filled asshole. SMACK SMACK SMACK go his hands on her whipped and squirming buttocks. In spite of herself, Alison finds herself responding to this humiliating treatment, a coil of tension gathering in her belly and in her obediently stiffening little clit. Why is it that every time he strikes her it jumps reflexively, sending a hot jolt of pussy-pleasure up her spine to mix deliciously, excitingly with the burning of her buttocks and the feelings of deeply submissive surrender coming from up inside her violated bowels? Slowly and steadily he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her, his steely ramrod pumping relentlessly in and out of her meekly open rear. In spite of her exhaustion, Alison is coming alive for them… Her smoothly shaved cunt gushes as she begins to whine, coo and gurgle, lost in the overwhelming sensations as she is reamed out at both ends. Slate's mammoth cock twitches and jumps, pounding harder into her slavishly sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she fastens her lips tightly around the root of his tool, sensing that he is about to lose his load. Luis is giving it to her fast and furious, not, making her soft buttocks ripple and jiggle as he fucks her and spanks her… fucks her and spanks her… fucks her and spanks her…

The two big dicks driving inside her seem to meet somewhere in the middle of her now thrillingly responsive body as her mind melts into a pool of molten mush and the hard-faced Latin lets loose with a stream of invective in Spanish, getting ready to shoot his wad. Suddenly they are both coming at once inside her, squirting jet after jet of viscous hot scum into her mouth and up her ass, into her mouth and up her ass, filling the captivated blonde with their spermy juices.

Alison's gratefully sucking lips overflow with her Master's fishy, bitter tasting semen, which rolls in rivulets down her trembling chin as she does her best to swallow it all, her slender throat working… Her eagerly squeezing and quivering bowels cling and clutch her cruel tormentor's burning twitching shaft, vacuuming the come from his hot hairy nuts as the beautiful babe writhes with delight in her bondage, her whitely-shaved belly quaking with the force of the multiple orgasms that rock her… wishing only for something to fill her emptily spasming and neglected cunt. Slate pulls his slowly softening erection out of her mouth, wiping his slimy dick on her face as Luis' coffee-colored cock pops out of her weary asshole. Finally, it is over, at least for the moment… A thin rivulet of blood mixed with come runs from the prostrate and shattered slave girl's battered and overworked rectum down the crack of her slit, dripping onto the white vinyl of the bondage bench beneath her.

Fiona steps over to Slate, wiping him clean with a wet towel as he tucks his big hairy pecker back into his pants. "I hope you enjoyed that, Alison, because that's what you're going to get every night from now on. You will entertain me and whatever friends or associates I choose. Don't think that they'll be only men, either. Fiona will have to give you further instruction on the arts of pleasing a woman. I'm certain that your nightly whipping will help you to remember your place, and serve them dutifully with your mouth, your pussy, and especially your ass, which I intend to see is penetrated regularly. Tomorrow, Spider will return to pierce your hot little cunt with my rings, as tokens of your enslavement. I am happy to see that you are beginning to enjoy your injections, since they will be a regular part of your routine, as well as a regimen of strict bondage and corset training. Even in sleep you will wear my chains, to remind you of your servitude. Sweet dreams, Alison, you sniveling little cunt…"

Alison absorbs this diatribe in trembling and fearful acquiescence, knowing that she should cry out in protest, denying her own complicity in the process of her enslavement, but somehow she is unable to speak. Any words from her would be futile, in the light of the glaringly obvious way her eagerly receptive body has betrayed her. Much as she wants to deny it, there has been as much sweetness as pain in her captivity, and the gut-tightening terror she has felt seems only to enhance the rapture of surrender. In truth she has never felt more brilliantly alive or more thrillingly happy to be female. Already she realizes she is looking forward to more… more of everything. More bondage and discipline, more piercing and injections, and especially more and more fucking. Being forcibly drugged and kept in tight bondage leaves her in a state of constant state of anxious readiness and anticipation, her nakedly shaved cunt always wet and her body hungry for cock and more cock. No doubt Slate is aware of this… he seems to know her better than she knows herself. Finally, she timidly stammers out a "Good night, Sir…" as her erstwhile boss and his flunkies arrange their clothing and get ready to leave the apartment. "Fiona, get this funky little cocksucking slut cleaned up, feed her and put her to bed…" the steely-eyed exec commands as he briskly strides out the door, his three lunky henchmen stumbling at his heels.

"Please, Mistress… let me out of this thing… I have to go… you know…" begs the gang-banged blonde. Fiona bustles around, undoing the various straps and chains that hold the captive girl to the bondage device. When she is finally free of the thing, Alison is almost too weak and fucked-out to walk. Fiona fastens her hands to the ring on her collar and takes her by the elbow, leading her to the bathroom. The captive receptionist immediately squats on the toilet, discharging a wad of sperm from her blustering asshole as she relieves her pent-up bladder. "Stay right there, honey… we might as well clean that shit out of you right now…" proclaims the brunette. Alison is subjected to a good douching and enema, quickly cleaned out fore and aft, leaving her fresh once more and finally contracting her overworked and stretched-out sphincter muscles. Helping the whipped girl up from the commode, her keeper walks her over to the bath-shower stall. "I think just a quick shower will do…" the kinky black-haired bitch announces as she begins unlacing her roommate's corset, allowing Alison to take a deep breath for the first time in ages and relax the muscles of her belly and lower back as she sighs in relief.

Fiona peels the garment away, disconnecting the garters and brushing the pink-white stockings down her legs. Taking a tiny key from the chain she wears at her belt, she unlocks the ankle straps of Alison's fetishistic high-heeled bondage shoes and slips them off along with the ruined stockings. Then she removes the silly pink bow from the blonde's long and somewhat matted hair. Alison is now completely naked, except for the collar and cuffs and the rings through her pretty pink nipples, which have begun to hurt like the dickens again. She winces as Fiona accidentally brushes a hand against one. "Don't worry, I'll give you something after your shower to make you feel better…" Much as she dreads the needles, Alison has developed a craving for the drugs all right and for the soothing relief and warm glow they bring her, taking her mind away from the aches and pains of her abused body, the throbbing of her nipples around the thick silver rings.

Fiona takes the shivering slave girl and stands her up in the shower, fastening her wrist cuffs to a ring in the ceiling. She takes the shower-massage unit off its mount on the wall and sprays up and down her tethered captive, wetting her hair and giving her a shampoo, then gently washing the tightly-stretched blonde all over, soaping her up with a sponge and then rinsing her down. Even the contact of the mildly warm water with her whipped rear end makes the submissive secretary aware of just how severely she has been beaten. The dark purplish stripes of the crop stand out vividly against the overall whiteness of her equine buttocks. Alison takes a look over her shoulder, seeing herself in the mirrored wall behind her. These marks and the rings that glint from the tips of her well-rounded breasts proclaim boldly her new status in life. Sex slave. She feels absurdly proud of his marks upon her, hoping only that she has pleased him by accepting them. Indeed there's nothing like a good whipping to instill the proper attitude in slave girls.

Fiona removes what's left of Alison's smeared and streaked make-up with a couple of oily pads and washes off the residue. She takes off the long dangly earrings the captive girl still wears. Her blonde roommate is now completely clean inside and out and actually feeling somewhat refreshed although very tired and sore and looking very pale without any make-up on her face. Fiona dries her and then leaves her hanging there naked for a minute or two as she leaves the room. Alison bites her lip but says nothing when her mistress returns with her hypodermic gear, filling up a couple of syringes. The brunette sinks the one inch needle right up behind her captive's achingly sensitive pierced nipple, instantly relieving the worst of the pain, making the blonde feel relaxed and lethargic. Repeating this process on the naked submissive's other breast, Fiona then puts her needles aside and applies some ointment to the punctures through Alison's tits, to help the wounds heal and prevent infection. Fiona then takes her limply unresisting prisoner back to the bedroom, standing her in front of the floor-length mirror by the door. Passively she allows her governess to slip a white satin corset-slip over her, lacing it tightly at the back. Although not nearly as severe as the one she had been wearing earlier, this garment still reduces her already slender waist by several inches, the white satin skirt billowing out around her bare legs. "It's important that you be kept corseted twenty four hours a day…" Fiona explains… "Otherwise your body just returns to its normal shape within a few hours and then tomorrow we just have to start all over again." At least this design offers a little more freedom of movement, and its not too constricting as long as you stand or sit up nice and straight. She is given a pair of white high heeled maribou slippers, which the docile blond slips on her feet. "Let's go have some supper…" the kinky dark-haired bitch suggests, taking Alison by her still-cuffed wrists… "You need to keep your strength up."

A light but appetizing dinner has been prepared, grilled salmon or something like that, and is waiting on trays on the coffee table in the living room. Alison gingerly sits down on the couch, in full view of the whipping post and bondage bench where she had been fastened not an hour before, momentarily shuddering at the memory of the terrible punishment she had received there. Nevertheless, she is surprised to find that she is ravenously hungry, having eaten virtually nothing since breakfast. Cautiously, she waits, not picking up her fork until Fiona does… "Go ahead… eat!…" says her captor, smirking at the cowed blonde's hesitancy. Alison digs in as best she can with her fettered hands, although she is already getting better at doing things this way, adjusting to being tied and moving gracefully within her bonds. The tightly laced corset makes it slightly difficult to swallow, but she quickly polishes off her meal and drains her glass thirstily. Meanwhile, Fiona is chattering on about this and that just as if this were any other normal day and they had just gotten home from the office. The two roommates sharing dinner and sitting in front of the TV, which is now on and blaring some inane situation comedy. The total incongruousness of the whole situation momentarily takes Alison aback, and she sits there silent and lost as her roommate's idle chitchat falls on deaf ears. "Hey wake up, Alison… it's time for bed…" her mistress announces, breaking into her reverie.

Although it is still only ten o'clock or so, the lovely but drained and battered blonde is happy to be led back to her bed, looking forward to nothing so much as a long rest and the forgetfulness of sleep. Maybe this is all just some kind of horrible sick nightmare, she hopes forlornly. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be normal again. But the rings in her nipples and the welts on her behind remind her that this is no dream. This is real life… her life from now on. "Better go pee before I chain you to the bed…" Fiona reminds her. "If you wake me up in the middle of the night, you'll regret it…" Alison obediently goes and squats over the bowl, struggling to wipe herself with her bound hands. "Make it snappy, you little bitch…" Fiona calls. The well-whipped and docile blonde hurries to comply, returning to the bedroom and sitting herself down on the big four-poster bed, now studded all over with rings and hooks, and kicking off her slippers.

Her mistress pushes her down on her back, leaning over her on the bed to fasten the girl's cuffed hands to the ring on the front of her collar, so that they are joined as if in prayer. Then she fastens the collar to a ring in the middle of the headboard by eighteen inches of chain or so. There's enough slack so that

Alison can shift position in her sleep without constantly choking herself. The rest of her body from the shoulders down is unfettered and feels helplessly vulnerable, the stripes on her rear achingly sensitive where they press against the satin sheets beneath her. Fiona reaches down, pulling up the sheer skirt of the corset-slip to cup Alison's naked cunt in her hand, ordering the bound girl to raise and spread her legs. It has been two days since Slate shaved her with the straight razor and a slight stubble is just starting to make itself felt on the smoothness of her lusciously curved little mound. Her kinky guardian notices this as she runs her fingers over the blonde's sensitive slit, toying with her.

"Getting a little scratchy down there, aren't we, pumpkin?" sez the smirking dominant. "This will never do… Shaving is nice, but it really only lasts for a couple of days. I've got a dipilitory cream that will leave you hairless forever. Of course it burns a little, but that's such a small price to pay. I'll have to give you a treatment before Spider gets here tomorrow to ring your pussy. I know he likes to have a nice clean cunt to work on…" Fiona goes on, slipping a few fingers between her defensively moistening inner labia, teasing her soon-to-be-pierced clit into attention, making the freshly-scared blonde jerk in her chains. "Just thought I'd give you something to think about before you go to sleep… sweet dreams, cutie…" the sadistic bitch says mockingly, withdrawing her rubber-gloved fingers from Alison's freshly-inflamed sex. "Be a good girl, now…" "Yes, Mistress Fiona…" the submissive receptionist replies meekly as her teasing captor pulls her skirt back down over her lowered legs and draws the covers up over her, tucking her in for the night.

Alison is relieved to finally be alone as her mistress leaves the room and shuts out the lights. In the dimness she can see little glints reflected off the shiny black leather whips and paddles hanging on the wall. She shifts position, curling up on her side and taking the weight off her still burning buttocks, unconsciously squeezing and rubbing her thighs together to relieve the aching need in her freshly-awakened clit. Fiona's teasing manipulations have left her hanging on the edge of another, final orgasm. Her taunting words and the fear they inspire only add poignancy to the rush of hot arousal that tightens in her belly. Alison squirms around on the bed, wishing she could touch herself but excited by the fact that she can't, delighting in her helplessness as she rhythmically contracts her spasming pussy and bumps and grinds her hips, her eyes closed and her mouth open as images of the past two days rush through her mind.

She sees long chrome needles approaching her, piercing her quivering sex flesh and injecting her with mind-warping doses of powerfully stimulating and addictive drugs. The slash of Slate's whip across her cheeks as she looks back over her shoulder at his sternly set face. Herself subserviently sucking on her Master's dick as his three goons pound up her clenching behind, the sight of herself in the full length mirror, severely corseted and decked out in her bizarrely exciting bondage attire with a twelve inch butt plug locked up her ass. The shining silver rings in her newly-pierced nipples throb within her. Right now the throbbing is warm and pleasant. She imagines Spider as he touches the tip of his needle to her defenseless and madly quivering clit, ruthlessly thrusting it through the most sensitive part of her, enslaving her sweetly-shaved little cunt forever with his cruelly gleaming silver rings. The lovely young blonde clenches her teeth and whimpers quietly as the first wave of orgasm breaks within her, making her rattle her chains as her girlish slit tightens up in a knot of frightened ecstasy. The blood pounds in her temples and she bites down on the pillow to stifle her moans… then gradually the intensity of the moment fades and she sinks into a black cloud of unconsciousness, her hips still reflexively churning in the afterglow.

Across town in his penthouse apartment, Slate watches her unwitting performance through closed-circuit TV. The hidden cameras in her room automatically adjust to low light conditions and record every detail of Alison's actions. Slate rubs his hands together in satisfaction, pleased with the way his behavior-modification plan is progressing. He's got the little bitch loving it, jerking herself off in her chains just thinking of what he's going to do to her tomorrow. He has her craving the pain and humiliation now… needing the domination and control… needing the needle and the whip. She is going to make a great little sex toy, and a stunning addition to his stable of whores when he gets tired of playing with her. As long as she is kept in bondage, drugged and whipped, she can't keep herself from responding with sluttish eagerness to any cock that penetrates her. The little honey was made for this, and he intends to exploit every bit of her potential. Slate slowly sips his single malt scotch, savoring his plans for Alison's future, knowing the best part is that they're all going to come true.