It was an island prison like none other. It was the home of continual rape, sodomy, torture, and total degradation for its prisoners, all women. It was the source of great pleasures for honored guests of both sexes who paid large sums to visit and brutally amuse themselves with its imprisoned inhabitants. For Katrina Brandt, however, it was the most enjoyable and highly paid job of her life. She loved every moment of it.
Katrina was in great shape and very muscular. She was 33 years old, the daughter of poor German parents. She spoke English fluently. She was almost 6 feet tall and about 150 pounds. She had long, beautiful blonde hair, which was her most striking feature. She had little fat on her body and had average-sized, but firm breasts. Her legs were long, strong, and shapely. Men found her very attractive, but she had little interest in them. She much preferred women. She loved hunting women and hurting them, particularly those who were rich and spoiled. She was an expert at it.
Katrina was intelligent and enjoyed destroying her victims psychologically, as well as physically. She loved stripping a spoiled bitch and totally humiliating her. Fisting was one of her specialties. Fisting some pregnant bitch was an act she had yet to experience, but she dreamed of it. Age was not an issue to her. There was something about taking apart older women that turned Katrina on immensely: the way their bones broke as her fists beat them. Then again, taking a strap-on to a teenage girl with a tight pussy and tits that were still nubs could be such fun, especially if her mom was made to watch.
Katrina liked to be called Kat. She had worked for the prison as a bounty hunter for more than one year. She would be given targets to hunt, capture, and bring back to the prison. The rewards were paid by rich men and women who wanted revenge.
Sometimes, they wanted the women captives imprisoned and used for rape meat. Other clients wanted the captors snuffed. The most fun was when the client wanted a chance to visit the prisoner before she was disposed of, one way or the other. Kat would do her best to attend the visit and watch. Often, the client would let Kat help in the torture. That could be such fun. She would add so much to the creativity used in dispensing the punishment.
Kat was about to be assigned a new target. Her partner for the project would be a huntress she loved to work with: Bette. She did not know her last name. Bette had been a model for a popular BBW magazines. She was, indeed, a big, beautiful woman. She was huge, but gorgeous. Bette had long dark hair. She had the biggest tits and ass Kat had ever seen. She had a beautiful face. She was about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and must have weighed 225 pounds. And she was sexy as hell
She loved to wear a black corset and black nylons. Bette’s best move was a vicious face sitting of her victim. Her ass was a lethal weapon. She could break a woman’s nose or jaw just bouncing once on her face. Bette’s ass would completely cover a woman’s face. And that woman better have her tongue up Bette’s asshole, pleasuring her, if she wanted to survive. Kat had seen Bette smother some teenage debutante with her ass, as the girl’s mom watched in horror. Bette then made the mom suck he asshole clean. Kat could come just recalling the scene. Bette and Kat loved working together. It was hard to tell who could be more nasty and Bette found Kat to be the most attractive woman she had ever seen. Together, they had made many a bitch pray for a quick death.
Together, they opened the manila folder. The target was a mother-daughter pair. .Both women creamed in their panties. That was their specialty. They looked at each other and smiled. The client was a wealthy businessman. He was completely tired of his rich, society wife and her fourteen year-old daughter from a previous marriage. He wanted them captured, beaten, and totally degraded. Then, he wanted to visit them in their cell on the island together with his young lover, his secretary who despised his wife. The two of them would torture his bitch of a wife and take turns raping the girl. Bette and Kat were invited to join in the party.
Bette and Kat turned anxiously to the pictures and
biographies. The wife, Victoria, was in
her upper thirties. She was a
Kat tried to imagine
The girl, Astor, was as pretty as her mother. Her breasts were just beginning to develop. There was only one picture of her, in her private school uniform: a short skirt and white blouse. The picture angle made you wish you could see under the skirt to know what color panties she was wearing. It had to be pink or white. In the picture, she was standing next to her skis. It was perfect! Bette was almost salivating. She loved the young ones and little Astor was just her type: spoiled, innocent looking, pretty, protected from the world her whole life. Her tongue would become Bette’s toilet paper. Her nose would become a permanent resident of Bette’s ass.
Bette and Kat kissed passionately. The kiss was just to tell each other that
they understood what the other was feeling.
They would not make love. Their
juices were flowing and they could only be satisfied by the total subjugation
of
The two hunted women lived on
Kat turned to Bette. “I want this bitch! I want to feel my knee grinding her cunt.”
Bette turned to Kat.” I want to see your fist deep inside her ass.”
“You will,” Kat whispered. “I promise. And the girl will be yours.”
Astor met her mother in the lobby of the store. She wore the same skirt and blouse as in the picture. Kat and Bette and rode up the same elevator as the two they tracked. Bette eyed the little girl inch by inch. Vicky and Astor noticed this and looked at Bette with a disgusted look on their face. Kat had her eyes on Vicky. She was trying to imagine the slip Vicky wore and her bra and panties. Kat was sure that they were tasteful and expensive. Kat imagined ripping them off as Vicky tried desperately to fight to keep her panties.
Vicky picked up a party dress for Astor that had been altered that day. Astor was going that weekend to a school dance, or so they thought. They then went to the lingerie department where Vicky bought a sheer but elegant white night gown with matching white lace panties. She thought that her husband had been paying less attention to her lately, ever since he hired that trashy secretary. She wanted to gain his attention with the gown. It would get her plenty of attention: Kat’s
Vicky and her daughter caught a cab outside the store and went straight home. Will, her husband had told her to be home early that night. He had a surprise for her. The surprise would be the bounty hunters. He had supplied them with keys to the lobby door and apartment. They would have no trouble getting in. The building was an older one that had no doorman.
Kat and Bette beat their victims home and waited. They entertained themselves in the beautiful apartment looking through the bureau drawers. Kat loved Vicki’s wardrobe and admired her lingerie in detail. Vicky had all designer slips, bras and panties. She had nothing crass: no corsets or garter belts. Her bras were all 34 B, which did not surprise Kat. It was her own size. Certainly, Vicky’s tits were big enough to torture with pleasure. All of the lingerie was elegant. Kat wondered what an elegant pussy tasted like.
Bette went through Astor’s drawers. Her panties were almost all pink. . A few were white. Her bras were training bras. Bette would train those nipples personally.
There was a noise at the door. They were home! At last, the fun was to begin! Kat and Bette hid in Vicky’s bedroom with the light out. The apartment was dark. Astor ran into the bathroom to use the toilet. They could smell Vicky’s perfume as she entered the bedroom. Bette jumped out in front of Vicky. The woman gasped. Before she could scream, Kat grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with a towel. Kat kneed Vicky’s ass as Bette punched her in what turned out to be a very soft belly, like punching butter. . Kat put a knife to her throat.
“Make a sound and I cut!” She was lying, but Vicky could not know this.
Vicky made no sound as they stuffed her mouth full of her own dirty panties from the laundry basket and taped it closed. They had brought a ball gag, but it was much more fun to use a woman’s own panties. Kat pulled Vicky’s hands behind her back and handcuffed them. She looked in Vicky’s eyes.
“Bitch, you are my slave, my fuck meat. You will do whatever I tell you to do. Your life is over! You are mine. You are too weak to protect your own pussy. I own it. Vicky started crying, as Kat lifted her skirt and her white silk slip. She wore white silk panties. They were not see-through. You could barely see the shadow of her pubic hair. The panties had a lace waistband. Kat stroked Vicky’s cunt through the panties. Vicky pulled away. Kat delivered a punch to Vicky’s belly, right beneath the lace waistband. It made Vicky sick to her stomach and she would have fallen, but Kat caught her.
“Never again deny me your pussy! I own it! I own your tits, your nipples and your ass hole. Your tongue is mine. My friend, Bette, owns your daughter. Her life is over too Vicky fainted.
Bette could wait no longer. She pushed open the door to the bathroom. Astor was on the toilet reading a magazine. Her skirt was pulled off and her panties were at her knees. The bathroom smelled from her piss that filled the bowl. She had been too lazy to flush.
Bette looked at her little pussy and said: “Spread ‘em. I want a better look or I will drown you in your piss.” Astor turned white. She no longer sneered at Bette. She was petrified. She spread her legs.
“Dear Astor’” Bette said. “I saw the insulting way you looked at my ass on the elevator. Well your job will now be to clean that ass with your tongue every time I go to the bathroom. You will be my bathroom slave. Understand? Now stand up, face the toilet and bend over. Stick your head into the bowl and spread your legs so I can have a better look at your little cunt and butt hole.” With that, she pulled Astor by the hair off the toilet. The girl obeyed, turned and bent over with her head just above water level. Bette pushed her head under into the piss-filled bowl over and over while she fingered Astor’s ass and pussy.
Kat stared down at Victoria who had regained consciousness on the floor. Her skirt was still pulled up. Kat kicked Vicky’s thighs apart. “Spread 'em bitch, just like your daughter is doing.” Vicky did and Kat pulled back the crotch of Vicky’s panties. Vicky’s pussy hair was neat, not a bush. “Very nice! You are going to make me a happy woman!” Kat let Vicky’s panties cover her pussy.
“Are you going to be an obedient girl or do I have to hurt you? And it will hurt!”
Vicky was crying profusely, but nodded.
TO BE CONTINUED
Nothing in
Vicky’s first husband had left her with a newborn baby and was never heard from after the divorce. Her current husband did not love her, but she thought, was very attracted to her. She felt unloved. Underneath her condescending image was an insecure woman.
Aster and she barely spoke. She blamed herself for how spoiled and stuck-up her daughter was. She guessed that the obese woman in the next room would be re-shaping Aster’s personality. She did not know if Aster would survive the brutal treatment she was sure to receive. Aster was used to getting everything she wanted; now, she would have to deal with the depths of depravity and humiliation.
The women had planned the kidnapping for early evening to allow several hours of quality time with their captives. The car they were awaiting would not arrive until five in the morning. Vicky looked up at the blonde woman standing above her. She was gorgeous in her own way and so sexual in an animalistic fashion. Vicky wondered naively if one woman could rape another. If so, she expected to be raped. While she was obviously attracted to the blonde woman, it seemed to Vicky like it would feel like being raped by a wild animal.
Katrina reached down and pulled Vick up by her hair. Kat picked Vicky up into her arms and, with little effort, carried Vicky to her bed and threw her down. Vicki felt a surge of excitement at the ease with which the woman had lifted her. Her husband could not have done that so gracefully.
Kat looked down at Vicky, studying her victim. Slowly she removed Vicky’s blouse. The top of her slip was made of beautiful white lace. Underneath, Kat could see a lace bra and perfectly shaped breasts. She removed Vicky’s skirt with no resistance. Kat lifted Vicky’s slip to reveal her silk panties. Kat admired the lace waistband. Despite having had one baby, Vicky’s waist was tiny.
Kat gently stroked Vicky’s pussy through the panties. Vicky’s face turned red and her eyes looked away. Kat removed Vicky’s slip. She almost hated doing it. In that slip, Vicky looked like a birthday gift, with the slip the wrapping. Kat stared down at Vicky, now wearing nothing but her white silk bra and panties. She sat down on Vicky’s belly, putting her knees under her so that very little of her weight was on Vicky.
Kat removed the bra. She adored Vicky’s large pink nipples. She had a sudden impulse and pulled Vicky’s nipples hard toward her, twisting as she pulled. She could hear Vicky yelp through the panties that stuffed her mouth.
“Know why I did that?”
Vick’s eyes were pleading and tear-filled. She nodded her head to indicate no.
“Because I felt like it. Do you understand? Because I wanted to and you are just a helpless little bitch who cannot protect her own tits. At my pleasure, I will remove those silk panties and have my way with your most intimate body parts and you have no say in the matter. You can’t protect your own panties. Now, if you promise to be a good girl, I will remove the dirty panties from your mouth and the restraints from your wrists.”
Vicky nodded her head, yes. Kat freed her wrists and removed the panties that were her gag. She remained sitting on Vicky, but now allowed her entire weight to rest on her captive. She did this to drive home her victim’s helplessness.
“I know from our files that you have no parents or other family. You are alone. Your only daughter is now our slave. I am the only one who cares at all about your scrawny ass.”
“My ass is not scrawny,” Vicky retorted. “And I have a husband who will pay you anything to release me.”
“You are a dumb cunt, beautiful but dumb, despite all your education. Your husband is who put you here. And I’ll put off judgment on your ass for a few minutes longer.”
Vicky began to cry hysterically. She finally grasped the hoplessness of her plight.
Kat looked in her eyes. “You repressed little bitch. I am going to open you up sexually. You should be grateful. Besides, having this experience will only help you later. In a moment, I am going to turn around and you are going to make love to my ass.”
Vicky looked startled. “I don’t do things like that. Once in college, I tried to have relations with a girlfriend, but it didn’t work out. We were trying to please a boyfriend and neither of us was really interested. I’m sorry. I’ll kiss you, but you ass is out of the question.”
Kat slapped Vicky’s face and tits viciously.” Why do you think I removed your panties from your mouth? Your tongue will be exposed to more tastes than your own juices. Are you ready to obey?”
Vicky reluctantly nodded. Part of her was afraid, but part was excited. This shocked her. Kat slowly removed her sweater and bra. Then she took off her jeans. She wore only a black thong. She removed the thong. It was wet and she had Vicky sniff it. Then she had Vicky take it in her mouth and taste Kat’s juices. Vicky thought she must be going crazy, but it tasted wonderful.
“First, you will massage my asshole with your nose, going as deep as it will go. Then when I tell you, you will begin sucking my crack and then my shithole. I’ll let you know when to move your tongue to my pussy. Then, I’ll take it from there. And you better do a good job. Pleasing me is your only hope to survive. My ass and pussy are your lifelines.”
With that, Katrina turned around and sat on Vicky’s face, positioning her asshole directly over Vicky’s nose. She could feel that beautiful nose, which had always been pointed straight up, digging deep into her ass. She rode Vicky’s face for as long as she could bear without coming. Kat them moved slightly so that her asshole covered Vicky’s mouth. Without any prodding Vicky began sucking long strokes up and down the crack of Kat’s ass. Kat reached down pulling her cheeks further apart and Vick’s tongue moved obediently to Kat’s asshole. For a beginner, the woman was giving a good rim job.
Kat now lay down on top of Vicky in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy was pushed so that it covered Vicky’ s mouth. Kat reached into Vicky’s panties, delaying further their removal. Vicky sucked at Kat’s clit, but not nearly hard enough to satisfy the big blonde woman. Finally, Kat pulled Vicky’s panties off. They were soaking wet. For all her protests and professed embarrassment, the rich bitch; the socialite snob loved it!
Kat moved her head to between Vicky’s thighs and sucked her cunt. First she went slowly around the edges, and them grabbed onto Vicky’s clit and sucked it in and out hard. She could feel Vicky contorting in excitement beneath her.
Vicky felt the weight of the strong woman covering her and it turned her on. Never before had she felt this way. No man could do this to her. She sucked and kissed Kat’s womanhood. Finally, Kat turned around and sat on Vicky’s tits. The women looked in each other’s eyes as Kat moved slowly until her cunt covered Vicky’s mouth.
“Now, my beautiful, I want you to suck my cunt as hard as you have ever sucked on anything. Image you are dying of thirst and its nectar is the last liquid on earth.”
Vick sucked with all her might. She sucked until Kat exploded in orgasm all over Vicky’s face.
“”Please tell me your name’’ Vicky pleaded.
“ My name is Katrina.”
With that, Kat lay on top of Vicky as the too kissed passionately, their tongues entwined as one. Kat then moved downward to Vicky’s thighs. Vicky opened them wide as Kat leaned her head in. Kat sucked Vicky’s pussy non-stop until the woman exploded in the orgasm of her life. Before Vicky could regain her breath, Kat reached into her captive’s throbbing pussy first with three fingers and then all five. Her pussy was so wet; it posed little resistance, as Kat made a fist and jammed it deep inside Vicky’s belly. As Kat fisted her pussy, Vicky came again and again. She had never even believed that multiple orgasms were possible and now she couldn’t count them.
The two women lay side-by-side kissing. “Katrina’ you are spectacular.”
Kat just smiled. She was lying on her back. Vick crawled between her legs and had Kat lift her knees back exposing her ass. Vicky gently sucked her hole for several minutes as if in appreciation and to show Kat that if that is what she liked, then that is what Vicky would do. Kat smiled, but she was exhausted. She pulled Vicky to her. Vicky lay there in a fetal position and almost involuntarily, began to suck one of Kat’s nipples.
Vicky lay there like a baby as Kat thought to herself: If this woman only knew what lies ahead of her: the rapes and sodomy, the training of her daughter, and the party with her husband and his girlfriend. She looked at Vicky, who resembled a wounded bird, but one who could be trained to perform like a $1,000-a-night call girl.
In the other room of the apartment, Aster was not enjoying herself very much. Bette had showered Aster off to get rid of the scent of urine remaining from her dips into the toilet bowl. Bette had not cleaned herself since she wanted Aster to experience her body scents au natural. She had Aster try on her nicest nighties and panties until they selected just the right ones. Aster was all in pink, matching her sweet little pussy.
Betty took her own clothes off. She had not worn a corset that day. She had on a big black bra that barely held in her enormous tits and black bikini panties that covered little more than her pubic hair and her asshole. She removed her bra leaving only the tiny black panties. Some women thought Bette was sexy. Aster thought she was a pig in lingerie.
Bette got into Aster’s bed. “Get in here now, bitch,” she yelled. Aster did so, crying hysterically. Bette only laughed. She pulled the girl over and pulled off the girl’s
nightgown. She looked at the girl hungrily, forcefully pulling Aster’s panties down.
Bette put a pillow under Aster’s head, elevating it slightly. Slowly, Bette got into the backward face-sitting position, lowering her ass onto Aster’s face. Aster could see the black material of Bette’s panties coming down on her. Bette buried Aster’s face in the panties. She could not breathe. Bette then reached down and pulled her panties off. Again she lowered her ass. Aster was pinned by Bette’s enormous weight and could not move.
It was like a huge dark swimming hole coming down on her. There was no clear space between Bette’s cunt and asshole. This huge smelly hole came down on Aster. She wanted to die. She was already in hell. She tried to scream but the sound evaporated into Bette’s ass. Bette smelled like she did not wipe herself.
The fat woman rode Astor’s face like the saddle of a horse. She rubbed her ass all over Aster’s nose. Bette came again and again, each time coming all over Aster and sending her again to hell. Finally, Bette got up. She repositioned the girl so that she was lying on her belly with her ass in the air. Bette stuffed a pillow under Aster’s waist, raising her ass even higher. Aster’s little pussy and asshole were totally exposed. Bette smacked her ass until it was nicely red. Then, she jammed three fingers into her asshole and probed. The most she could insert was a fourth.
“We will work on that, little bitch. I guess that with all of the cocks that will enter those holes of yours, they will open them up quite a bit.”
Aster thought she knew what Bette meant and turned another shade of white.
“I want my mother,” she yelled.
Bette pulled he by the hair and tock her to her mom’s room. They reached the door just as mommy was in the midst of her orgasms.
Your mommy is busy, Bette laughed. Another conquest for Kat, she thought. When she gets done with them, they are her slaves. They are more than in love with her. They worship her. Then, she discards them.
Bette pulled Aster back to her room. She handcuffed Aster’s wrist to the foot of the bed. The girl had just enough range to put her mouth where Bette’s ass and pussy were. “I am going to rest now. You will suck me off, my ass and pussy, all night. If I awaken and you are not sucking, I will beat the hell out of you. Understand?”
Bette lay down and Aster went to work. The girl had potential as a slave, as long as those tits grew. Hopefully, they would grow before someone decided she wasn’t worth the upkeep. Most men did not enjoy playing with nubs. Maybe, she and her mom could work together. Men seemed to enjoy that: Getting blown by mom and daughter together. Maybe, have Vicky sucking the balls off some man while Aster sucked his cock? Well no need to think about that now.
Aster spent the night crying and sucking Bette’s ass and cunt. She would never completely recover her sanity after this night. Her mom, oblivious to Aster’s plight, was staring at Katrina. She had never felt this way about anyone. It was a combination of fear, arousal, attraction, and total subservience. She stared at Katrina’s body, so pretty, yet so strong and muscular. She held Katrina’s wet thong in her hand and sniffed it feverishly and tasted it. She knew what she wanted more than anything. She leaned down to suck Kat’s pussy, hoping not to wake her.
Katrina opened her eyes briefly and patted
To BE CONTINUED
Chapter 3. Girls Just Like to Have Fun
Bette awoke from time to time throughout the night. Fortunately for Astor, each time she awoke,
the girl was obediently sucking one of her holes. Bette had set the alarm on her watch to
Bette closed her thighs around the girl’s head and tried to get aroused enough to have an orgasm. When she could not reach a climax, Bette angrily got up from bed and smacked Astor in the ass.
“You little worthless bitch; you have a lot to learn in the art of pussy sucking. I’ll see to it that you get lots of practice!”
She released Astor from her restraints and pulled the girl to her mother’s room by one of her nipples and threw the girl to the floor in front of mom’s bed. Kat was asleep. Vicky was awake, lying with her wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Kat had cuffed her before turning out the lights. Vicky tried to distance herself from Bette, moving behind Kat.
Bette nudged the big blonde woman who slept peacefully. Katrina awoke.
“What time is it? Time to go?”
“We have about an hour,” Bette responded. “I am pretty frustrated. The little bitch lacks her mom’s skills. She needs a lot of schooling. I was so angry, I’d have cut off a tit if she had any.”
Kat looked at Vicky, lying quietly next to her. Vicky looked into her eyes pleadingly. Kat could see that Vicky wanted no part of Bette. It was time she wised up.
“Dear Vicky, my sweet. You did such a good job of pleasing me. And now you are going to turn me on again. Would you like that?”
Vicky smiled and nodded happily. She moved over to kiss Kat. Their tongues met passionately. They lovingly caressed each other’s breasts.
“Now, you will turn me on by giving Bette the rim job of her life, as I watch. You will suck her ass clean. She loves a clean asshole at the start of a day and she does not like to to shower. Do a good job, Vicky, or you own ass will pay dearly.”
Vicky looked at Bette, who was completely nude, and turned to Kat, crying profusely. “I can’t put my face in there. Please no!”
“Should we make sweet Astor give her another rim job? She has been giving them all night and not very well, I hear. Would you have your daughter do what you refuse to do?”
Vicky looked at Astor and said, “I am so sorry, but I just can’t do it.”
She turned to Kat again. “Yes, let Astor suck her ass.”
Astor exploded. “Mom, you are a bigger monster than they are!”
Bette smiled at the mother-daughter dialog. “You two are such fine examples of family love. But I want Vicky’s beautiful face buried in my ass, NOW”
With that, Bette sprawled on the bed. She got on her hands and knees with he ass
raised high. “Now,
Kat was starting to get turned on. She turned to Vicky. “You obey Bette or I will bring you more pain than you think is possible! Kat then got off the bed and pulled Vicky by the hair toward Bette. Kat had Vicky get off the bed and on her knees, placing Vicky’s face just above the height of the mattress, facing Bette’s asshole. Kat stood behind her.
Vicky was totally humiliated. She felt betrayed by her husband and now by Kat. She had been willing to sacrifice her daughter. And now, she faced total degradation. Bette’s huge ass was staring her in the face. Her crack was dark and smelled awful. Her ass itself had pimples. Vicky did not know where to start. Bette was getting impatient and Kat was getting furious.
Kat got a big leather belt from the closet and gave it to Astor. “You beat your mom’s ass with this belt until she does what she is told. Which do you prefer: doing the spanking or doing the sucking?”
Astor had no trouble answering that question. “I’ll spank that bitch’s ass. Just give me a chance and I’ll turn it red.”
“Good girl,” Kat said with a laugh. You may be more fun than I thought. Start spanking her!”
Astor swatted her mom’s ass with the belt; She did a good job with firm accurate strokes, many catching Vicky’s pussy lips. Each stroke brought a yelp from her mom. Kat thought she detected a smile from Astor at each yelp. Astor actually looked to be enjoying taking part in the destruction of her mother.
Finally, Vicky could hold out no longer. With her hands, she spread Bette’s ass cheeks. She tried not to breathe through her nose. She sucked the inside of Bette’s crack, working her way to her asshole.
“We haven’t got all day, stupid bitch! Now suck my hole! You know where it is. It is brown”
Astor spanked harder when Bette complained. “Good work, Astor. Just remember what she was willing to have you do,” Kat reminded her.
Astor swung harder, raising red welts on her mom’s ass. Seeing the girl beating her mom’s ass really turned Kat on and she was soon playing with herself.
Vicky dug her tongue deep in the fat woman’s ass and sucked. The total humiliation was overwhelming. She felt like the shit that lined Bette’s asshole. Bette was starting to come. She backed her ass toward Vicky’s face. Kat pushed the back of Vicky’s head forcing her nose and mouth deeper into Bette’s ass. Kat pointed to Astor to get on the floor on her knees in back of Kat. She immediately began sucking on Kat’s ass. She began to see why her mother gave herself so completely to this blonde Amazon. She would gladly give herself as well.
Finally, Bette came. And did she ever, all over Vicky’s face. Vicky wanted to die. She was hysterical. Kat and Astor laughed together at Vicky’s dramatics. There was a shower stall in the bathroom attached to Vicky’s bedroom. Kat sent mom and daughter to take a shower together. She and Bette laughed as the two women could be heard screaming at each other.
“I think that their relationship may be a bit strained, “ said Kat, laughing.
“The both of them will provide hours of fun back at the prison.
Suddenly, they heard noise from the bathroom. The mom and daughter were screaming at each other. When Kat entered the bathroom, Vicky and Astor were rolling on the floor, with Astor on top. She was slapping her mother’s tits and face. They pulled Astor off.
Bette took Astor to her room. She told her to put on what she was wearing that day. They packed a suitcase of lingerie. “That is all you will need,” Bette said. “Don’t worry. If you want to beat your mom to a pulp, I will arrange it so that you get in the ring with her. That will draw a big audience and you can have a ball.” Astor liked that idea.
Kat held Vicky in her arms. She would switch back and forth from loving caretaker to vicious mistress. That inconsistency would cause a weak woman like Vicky to fall apart. Kat looked forward to that. Vicky would become like a vibrator for Kat, a sexual tool with no personality, no purpose other than to please Kat. She looked at Vicky and smiled. What she saw was a walking cunt with great tits and a beautiful face.
“Don’t worry, Vicky dear.” I will take care of you.”
Vicky grabbed on to Kat and held her close. “Please don’t hurt me anymore. I have nothing left. I am a shell.”
“Yes, but such a pretty shell,” Kat thought to herself.
She gathered Vicky’s beautiful lingerie. Kat couldn’t wait to have Vicky model it. She looked at Vicky’s ass, beautiful but red with welts. She made a mental note that she wanted to fist Vicky’s asshole before it was stretched by dozens of cocks. Then, she came upon the new nightgown and panties Vicky had bought. They were made for a goddess. Kat put them in her own bag. Vicky would wear that outfit for her and no one else.
She had Vicky put on the clothes she had worn that day: Damn, the bitch looked great in a slip! There was no time for that now. Kat looked out the window and saw the limo pull up to the building’s back entrance. They put ball gags in the two women’s mouths and hand cuffed them together. Quickly and silently they four women walked down the stairs and out the service door to the building. They shoved Vicky and Astor into the car and they were off. Vicky sat next to Kat and Aster sat with Bette. Both mom and daughter stared at Kat. This could be some triangle Kat thought to herself with a silent laugh.
In less than one hour, they arrived at the small airport. The private cargo plane waited. There were two coffins waiting for the two new prisoners. They left the gags in place but removed the handcuffs. One of the waiting men took out two hypodermic needles, one for each captive. Soon they were both sleeping soundly, each in a well-ventilated coffin. Before closing the lids, the pilot and his helper probed under each woman’s skirt. They each tasted both pussies, sucking their fingers approvingly.
“Nice new meat,” was all they said. Kat knew that they would have their fun with the sleeping women during the flight.
“Don’t forget that they have to be in top shape for the family reunion with the husband and his girlfriend in two days. Damage the goods and there will be hell to pay.”
With that, the plane took off bringing Vicky and Astor to a life they could not fathom, even by the standards of the last 24 hours. Before leaving, the pilot left Kat a manila folder with a new case: Arlene Gold, a 40-year-old accountant who had just had a new baby. Someone wanted her to disappear. No welcome party was planned, so there was no need to be careful physically.
Kat and Bette looked at her pictures. She had been a very pretty woman. But she had let herself go with the pregnancy. She had big tits that were swollen with milk and probably sagged. There was nothing that Kat enjoyed punching more than big swollen tits Arlene’s belly was still soft and puffy. A soft belly could be as pleasing to punch as the tits. This case promised to be very enjoyable.
Arlene looked good enough in the pictures to be kept alive as a slave, but perhaps a more general servant as opposed to a sex slave, cooking and cleaning with only occasional butt fucking. Arlene had an advertisement in the paper for a nanny/maid, which the girls answered. They would have some fun with her before taking her down.
They rang the bell to Arlene’s home and she answered. The baby was away with a relative, so the girls could have Arlene’s undivided attention. She wore a business suit, but had taken the jacket off. She had on a white see-through blouse with a white lace bra underneath. Her knee-length skirt was linen and wrinkled.. She had on ugly shoes and dark hose. Kat thought that she could make out the outline of a garter belt under the skirt. Kat hoped so. This cow would look hilarious in a sexy garter belt.
Kat explained that she was the job applicant. Bette had given her a ride. Arlene sneered at her. The two women definitely appeared to Arlene to be low class
“Do you have an education?“ she asked. “I am very particular about who will stay with my little Evelyn.”
“Just a high school education, “ replied Kat.
Arlene’s skirt rode up and Kat could see that she did have a garter belt holding up her hose. Kat could hardly contain herself. She looked at the woman’s big soft belly, wondering how many fists to the belly she could handle before passing out.
“You know that being my maid is also part of the job. Cleaning the bathroom and my laundry would be part of it. My personal undergarments you will have to do by hand.”
Kat looked at her smiling. “I would love to wash your panties and bras. It would be such a treat.”
“Are you being sarcastic, young lady? Frankly, I think I had in mind someone very different from you, someone more cultured and educated.”
“I have just one question,” Kat said: “How are you going to maintain you condescending demeanor, rolling on the floor, stripped, trying to defend your tits and cunt?’
Arlene turned white. She started to back up.
“You fat pig! We are going to take you apart piece by piece” The two women came at Arlene. Kat shoved her against the wall, banging her head. Arlene became a little dizzy. She felt still worse as Bette slapped her face repeatedly. Kat slowly lifted her skirt. She had on big white panties with lace trim, a white garter belt and dark hose. Her belly was huge and soft. It barely fit in her panties.
“Be my guest,” Bette said. Kat got in the first punch just below the waistband. Her fist penetrated deep. Like punching marshmallows. Bette followed with a punch jus a bit lower. Kat continued with one just above her mound and Bette with one right in the cunt.
Arlene’s eyes bulged as she gasped for breath. Her face turned white.
They would not let Arlene fall. Bette held her by the hair as they removed her skirt and blouse. Kat ripped off her bra, exposing big hanging tits with huge nipples. The girls used the bitch’s tits like punching bags. It was so nice banging those hanging tits from side to side. Arlene’s legs were buckling as her knees spread wide. Kat put her knee hard to the bitch’s cunt. She felt Arlene’s fat cunt lips squash. They left the cow in her panties and garter belt. She looked so ridiculous in those garments; they did not want to remove them.
A knee to the belly by Bette and they let her drop to the floor. Arlene tried to crawl away and Kat followed kicking her fat ass. “So I am good enough to wash your dirty panties. With that Kat inserted her shoe from behind between Arlene’s thighs and kicked her cunt. The woman howled. “Moo, you cow. Moo.”
Obediently, Arlene let out a mooing sound. Finally, they threw her on her back. Bette sat on her face looking at Kat who had Arlene’s legs spread. Finally Kat pulled off Arlene’s big panties, leaving her garters in place. She shoved her fist into the fat bitch’s pussy. It was still stretched from the pregnancy. She easily fit her fist in up to the wrist. Kat dug her nails into the sides of the bitch’s cunt as Bette smothered Arlene’s face with her ass. Bette reached down and twisted Arlene’s nipples.
The huntresses took their time with their captive. Arlene’s cunt was badly cut from Kat’s fingernails. Bette’s ass allowed her barely enough air to stay alive. Arlene managed to survive until the limo came. They had her put on her panties and bra. Then, they had her put a raincoat on top, in case anyone saw her leave the house. They got her in the car and removed the coat. The driver and his assistant had a good laugh. Kat entertained them by fisting Arlene’s ass and pussy all the way to the airport.
“You disgusting pig,” Kat said. When we get you to where you are going, I am going to see to it that your job is cleaning bathrooms.”
When they got to the airport, Kat insisted on giving Arlene her shot and did it painfully in her pussy.
She was quickly out. Kat gave her sleeping body one more belly punch for the road.
“This insulting cunt is going to be my personal punching bag.”
This time, Bette and Kat accompanied the new prisoner to the island. Katrina was looking forward to seeing how sweet Vicky and Astor had survived their first day in prison and their introduction to the warden. She was sure that their assholes were no longer as tight at before. The family reunion was the next day. Kat was looking forward to the event, but she hoped that it did not push Vicky over the edge. Kat wanted that job for herself.
To be continued
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