Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
50. Girls Just Wanna. . .?
Brandy lay silently watch Glen as he slept...his arm cradling her head
in the early morning hours. It was the first time that he had treated
her as human...her body writhing under his as he made love to her. She
could feel his mouth moving, talking as he rode into her flesh during
the night..and would have given anything to know what he was saying,
but without light...no chance. She could feel the vibration as Glen
groaned softly and turned towards her, his eyes opening to study her.
Gently he brought his hand up to stroke her hair and she could read
the words on his lips." Such a good bitch...so sweet...would you like
to go walkies?" Brandys heart sank...he still thought of her as a
pet..not an eqaul..even though he had made love to her, let her sleep
next to him...she had little more status than Bruno...a pet...nothing
more. Brandy became determined that would change. Rolling over he made
a phone call..his back to her so she could not see what he was saying.
Glen rose and gestured for his bitch to get off the bed...dragging on
a pair of shorts he opened the bedroom door and snapped his fingers.
Bruno leaped up as the door opened, his tail wagging. Reluctantly
Brandy crawled off the bed...she did not dare even attempt to
stand...her attempted escape had jeopardized her ability to walk
already..she would not remind Glen of that. Obediently she crawled
behind him as he led his pets outside to relieve themselves. Brandy
was trying to take cover in the bushes as Glen watched..when a
movement caught her eyes. A tall lanky man was turning into the
driveway...Glen going to greet him. Brandy pulled back into the
bushes, ashamed of the spectacle she was making as she tried to
relieve herself. With her eyes on the two men she did not see the trap
waiting for her, until it was too late. Wrapping through and around
the bushes were thorny vines. Quickly they ensnared the girls naked
flesh and entwines in her hair. Her mewling sounds of pain brought
Brunos attention to her as she struggled with the thorns.
Brunos sharp barks dragged Glens attention form his talk with Adam.
"Shit the fucking silly bitch is caught in the bushes!" Glen had been
telling Adam about his new bitch...and about how well she was
responding to training. Both men walked over to see Brandy truly
ensnared in the vines...trickles of blood dripping down her pinned
flesh. "I gotta clear this stuff out one day...Now how the hell did
she get her hair so tangled up in it...I'm never gonna get this
unwound." Brandy tried to hold still against the pain. She could see
Glens bare feet and the boots of the other man, and knew, prayed that
they would help her. "Bitches hair is too long anyway Glen...you know
that...you'd have to brush her out everyday, and its gonna get crap in
it...why not just cut her free." Glen sighed...he had like the hair on
his cunt, but knew that Adam was right...Adam kept his own bitches
hair cropped short. Merilee was Adams wife, but she had not lived as
one for the past 5 years. He had laughingly told Glen that she was
always yapping at him to do this and do that...and he had decided to
make her live like the yapping dog she sounded like. With the help of
the good Dr., he had made sure that she would never nag him again, now
she slept in a cage and serviced his dogs and him when he wanted it.
Glen had been surprised...but found it intriguing to watch the bitch
eagerly sucking and fucking the pack of hunting dogs...begging
alongside of them for table scrapes and pets. Adam had made sure that
Merilee would have little choice but to adjust to her new life. Brandy
would meet Merilee soon enough, but first things first...the silly
slitch was caught and he would need to do something about that.
Brandy huddled trembling in the grip of the vines...she dared not even
breath fully, the sharp thorns nipping and tearing at her flesh when
she did. Adam offered Glen his pocket knife..."Your gonna hafta cut
her free...ain't no other way Glen" Reluctantly Glen agreed and took
the knife. Cutting the vines free he pulled the girl from the bushes
and looked at the matted nest of vines, thorns and hair. She would
have to be shaved..no other way."Come on back to the house Adam, I'll
get her cleaned up and cut...and we can have some coffee." Glen led
the blood spattered slave back toward the house, Adam and Bruno
trailing behind.
Glen took Brandy into the bathroom and gestured her towards the
bathtub. The miserable slave crawled in to kneel...her flesh hurt in
so many places she couldn't count them,,and the thorns were still
pricking her scalp. Glen looked in the cabinet and pulled out the
clippers he kept for grooming Bruno. Short coated as the dog was he
still needed to have his ears cleaned out and burrs clipped from his
coat. Plugging them in and attaching the 1" grooming guard, he turned
them on, then stepped into the tub. Pulling Brandy around he pulled
her head into his lap and set the buzzing clippers to work. The girl
started at the vibration of the clippers and bucked
backwards...Noooooooonot my hair...please...not all my lovely
hair......Glens hand clamped down on the back of her neck and he set
to work in ernest. Brandys tears coated his thighs as her head was
shaved close.
Adam busied himself in the kitchen setting up coffee for the men and
opening up the cans of dog food for Bruno and the bitch. He was as at
home in Glens kitchen as he was his own...they had shared many
evenings talking about their common interest. Bruno had been trained
on his own Merilee...and he hoped that this bitch would work for Glen.
He had trained a few bitches for customers, but for one reason or
another had never kept one for himself. Glen cleaned up the hair and
vines and washed his bitch down. Brandy could not even look up, she
did not know what her hair looked like, but she knew that she had lost
her crowning glory...she had always felt that her hair was her best
feature. Glen looked at his work critically..then grabbed for the blow
dryer...Fluffing his bitches hair into a crown of soft curls, he was
satisfied that she looked as good as she could considering. He
gestured for her to follow him as he led her back to the kitchen.
Brandy could smell the coffee...and looked up hopefully only to see
Adams shrewd eyes examining her body. Blushing she dropped her head
again only for her eyes to catch the two full bowls of dog food
waiting. Bruno was already chowing down on his meal, and she looked up
as Glen slid her bowl over to her. Surely he would not shame
her..making her eat dog food in front of a stranger. Glen pointed
towards the bowl sternly and Brandy with a sob that caught in her
breast, bent her head to eat. Slowly she finished her breakfast as the
men watched her and drank coffee. When she had finished she knelt
quietly, she did not know what the men had been talking about, but
knew that they had not remained silent while she ate. Glen cleaned up
her face and snapped her leash onto her collar. Brandy looked up in a
panic as he handed the end to Adam. Her head shook a frantic no as she
tried to back away...was he giving her away...sharing her...what was
going on...please...
Glen knelt next to the terrified slave. He forced her head up so that
she could read his lips..."Easy Brandy...good girl...shhhhhhhh...it's
ok...Adam is going to watch you while I go to work...I don't want you
here alone the first day..shhhhhh....He has is own bitch for you to
play with...Good Girl...Good pet...I will be back after work."
Brandy's eyes teared up...she was afraid to go with Adam...desperately
wishing she could tell Glen that she would be good, that he could
trust her. Glen could see the thoughts in the girls face, but shook
his head no...he would not take the chance and Adam would keep her
occupied and in training. She also needed to see what would happen the
next time she tried to escape. Adam tugged gently on the leash. Glen
walked out with them and to the truck, loading Brandy in. He would
drive her to Adams house just up the road. Adam set in the truck bed
with the trembling girl, holding her to the bed of the truck as Glen
backed them out of the driveway and turned up the road to the house
Brandy had headed to for help.
Brandy clung to Glen as he lifted her from the truck bed..burying her
tearful face in his shoulder. Gently he pried the girls fingers from
his shoulders and handed her over to Adam for the day. Brandy strained
at the end of the lead as Glen got into the truck and drove off...her
hand raised in pleading. Adam looked down at the bitch in his
care...deaf and mute..it would be a rough day on her as she began
training. He jerked the leash and forced her into the house.
Brandy's eyes rolled with fear as she got her first look at the
interior...spartan and neat it was none the less obviously a place for
Dogs. Toys littered the floor in neat piles and there were several
pads on the floor where they could lay. Adam turned and locked the
door behind him with a key. The back yard was the only place she could
escape to and that was fully fenced and electrified... There was no
place for the cunt to go. He whistled for his bitch.
Merilee crawled from the bedroom and over to her Master and husband.
Brandy's eyes opened in shock as she took in the pretty blonde woman
approaching. Merilee's hands were nothing but paws...her fingers had
been surgically removed and the scar tissue was long healed. She
crawled towards them on the stumps of her legs and palms, moving
easily as if that had been her only form of locomotion for years.
Merilee reared up to greet her husband and Brandy was able to see the
scar in the folds of her throat...her voice had been surgically
removed. Brandy.....fainted.
Nubaby had spent the night bound and discarded in a corner of the
playroom after her re-capture. She did not understand why nothing had
been done to punish her...unless you consider being so close to escape
a punishment in itself. There was nothing she could do save make
herself as comfortable as she could with arms and legs bound behind
her and try to rest. She knew she would need all the rest she could
get to face the morning.
The rest of the slaves had been bedded down with their owners. They
wanted the girl to face the night alone and contemplating what was to
come. As they rose...none went to visit her, instead they gathered in
the dining room for breakfast and coffee. Tony had spent some of the
night thinking about how to punish the slut, not only for biting him
but for trying...hell nearly managing to escape. He had to make her
more fearful of another attempt. He woke up smiling.
NuBaby looked up in fear as the group entered the room. Her body was
stiff from both the position and from the damage she had already done
to herself during her escape attempt.The look on Tonys face did little
to encourage hope of forgiveness or to indicate he enjoyed her
feistiness. Tony walked over to the bound bitch..."You have made a
large mistake girl...a very large one...and you WILL learn today that
my pleasure in your flesh is a LOT LESS PAINFUL than my Punishment of
it." NuBaby said nothing and made no attempt to roll away...only met
his eyes with defiance.
Tony lifted the girl from the floor one hand gripping her tit, the
other buried in her cunt. NuBabys squeal of pain as her entire weight
lifted from the floor brought a gleam to Tony's eyes as he carried her
from the room to the basement. Nu's whip cord body squirmed in
desperation as she was deposited in the basement, fear causing the
girl to break out in a cold sweat. The only time she had been down
here, she had lost the ability to walk...what would she lose this
time...her tongue, teeth...God not her clit... Bound there was no
place the girl could escape to. Tony had thought long and hard but had
been unable to come up with anything until he dreamed last night...now
Nu would find out just how cruel he could be.
Mary entered the basement carrying a tray, the objects on it covered
by a cloth.Tony set about setting up the punishments...it would last
until the girl broke...she would never try that stunt again. Lowering
an overhead chain over the platform..he adjusted it until it was just
the right height...it would hold the sluts head up. He attached the
chain to the back of her collar after dragging her over. NuBaby was
perched on her knees, legs and wrists still cuffed behind her...All of
the pressure was on her throat as he worked. releasing her feet he
attached a short chain to her ankle and pulled her leg over to the
edge of the platform to secure it. Returning he secured the other and
moved back to balance her a little better. NuBaby dared not
struggle...with her legs spread so wide most of her weight was born on
her throat...breathing was an exercise in frustration. Tony looked
over the girl he did not want to kill her and to leave all the
pressure on her throat would. Moving quickly he uncuffed and recuffed
her hands above her head to the chain. Now her shoulders bore the
maximum amount of weight. NuBaby glared as she was pulled into a
pyramid of pain. There was little she could do against the mans
overwhelming strength, save suffer. Tony moved over to the tray that
Mary held and pulled the cover off to reveal two potted barrel cacti.
The first was only a small thing barely 2 inches in diameter with the
spines...but the other...NuBaby bucked and struggled as she saw it was
nearly 3 inches in diameter and height the spines sharp and wicked
looking. Tony drew on a pair of thick leather gloves and pulled the
larger cactus from the pot. NuBaby nearly strangled herself as she
struggled when Tony knelt before her.
OHMYGODOHMYGODNONONONONONNONONONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tom and Bears hands reached between her spread legs and forced her
cunt open as wide as they could, the girls screams of fear and pain
ringing through the basement room. Carefully Tony began to force the
cactus up inside the girls cunt. He did not want to break the spines
off. He pressed the sharp spines upward into the gaping hole to nest
all but the root within the warm bleeding cavern. Tom and Bear
released the cunt walls and pulled a few stray spines from their
hands, as NuBaby twisted and screamed her pain.
Tony pulled the other cactus from the pot and waiting until Nu's eyes
were closed and her mouth as open as it would get as she screamed
pushed the smaller cactus into her mouth. Snapping a scarf from his
back pocket, he bound the cactus tightly into her mouth so that she
could not spit it out. Agony flamed through the girl as mouth and cunt
engulfed the sharp spines, embedding them into the tender flesh. Tony
lowered the chain a notch so that she would not strangle and stepped
back...she would never bite him again.
They left the basement..the girl hanging and screaming in pain as she
attempted to eject the tormenting plants from her body....an hour to
stew with this and then......punishment would continue.....
