Part 8 - A Profitable Venture
In which the Slob finds a new way to make money from his pretty slave
girls.
"Come here girls!", the Slob said. "I have something to tell you."
It was two months after Suzanne's ill fated escape attempt and the
Slob's household had returned to its settled routine. It was early evening, just
after tea time. The Slob had his feet up watching the telly. Kirsty was washing
the dishes and Suzanne had been given the job of cleaning the carpet, a task
which she was expected to perform with a dust pan and brush on her hands and
knees. The Slob certainly didn't believe in wasting electricity on a vacuum
cleaner or on any labour saving devices when he could get as much free labour as
he wanted from his slave girls. All his clothes were washed and ironed by hand
and woe betide the girls if he didn't have a choice of clean pressed and ironed
shirts every morning.
Both girls immediately stopped their work; Suzanne was already on all
fours but Kirsty dropped down to the same position and the two slave girls
crawled towards their owner like pet cats. The Slob had taught them to approach
him in this way - humbly with their heads down. He unzipped his trousers and
eased his cock out into a comfortable position, spreading his legs so that
Kirsty and Suzanne could both crouch between his knees. Soon he was luxuriating
in the delicious sensation of two delicate pink tongues lapping at his scrotum.
Each girl had responsibility for one of his balls, kissing and sucking at the
ripe flesh whilst his rod rapidly expanded to rigid attention between their
faces. He ran his hand lightly though both girl's hair. He hadn't decided which
one he'd shaft yet, but one of them would get a good seeing to before the
evening was over.
Suzanne's recapture and brutal punishment proved to be a significant
development in the nature of her behaviour thereafter. It was the moment which
marked her final and complete surrender to the Slob's total authority over every
aspect of her life. It wasn't that she hadn't been obedient before - of course
she had. And she'd been an excellent and responsive instrument of pleasure too.
But there'd always been a part of her which held back in the hope of escape and
which preserved the higher centres of thought. Now that part was gone and
Suzanne had regressed to little more than simple animal responses to the
pleasure and pain which her owner doled out to her according to his whim. It
amused the Slob to think that he had effectively turned Suzanne into little more
than a pet bitch, anxious to please him, terrified of his displeasure and
utterly incapable of contemplating resistance. But even as he made full use of
the girl's voluptuous body he was paradoxically also disappointed that her
willing compliance now robbed him of the entertainment of playing with her mind.
In this sense, Kirsty was a more amusing toy because she still retained a
refined sense of fear which was capable of appreciating future agonies and
humiliations beyond the eternal present to which Suzanne's mind was now
confined. The Slob realised the Kirsty was well aware of the change in the
nature of her friend's thought processes and he liked to torment her with the
prospect that she could be reduced to the same state whenever he wanted. He had
no intention of doing it of course. It would have been almost a blessing to let
her escape into unthinking obedience and he preferred to keep her fully aware of
the horror of his control. This was especially satisfying when he had the girls
pleasure one another for his gratification.
"There will be two important visitors coming to inspect you tomorrow",
the Slob said. "I want you both on your best behaviour. One of you will be
selected for breeding."
Sir Jeremy Hardcrop was a short hatchet faced man in his early thirties
with thin lips and iron grey hair. When he smiled (which was seldom) his
subordinates quailed. His wife, Lady Patricia Hardcrop was the same age as her
husband. She was a tall brunette, beautiful in a carefully sculptured way but
with an underlying cruelty that mirrored the mind set of her spouse. The
aristocratic pair were hardly aware that places such as the grim suburb in which
the Slob lived even existed but on a cold day in late April they had chosen to
visit him in his tower block.
"There are the two bitches are they?", Sir Jeremy drawled, enjoying the
sight of Kirsty and Suzanne standing on parade in the bed room. The girls were
naked of course, apart from the dog collars round their necks which marked their
status as animals. They had been instructed to stand with their legs apart and
to keep their heads up and their eyes facing forward. With their hands clasped
behind their heads their bare breasts and smoothly shaved loins were prominently
displayed and they made a very erotic spectacle.
"They look like a right pair of tarts!", Lady Patricia said
contemptuously, "But I suppose they might do for you, eh darling?"
Sir Jeremy was secretly delighted with the appearance of the two slave
girls. He had only half believed the story he'd been told about their capture
and subjugation and at best he had expected to find a couple of cheap scrubbers
working for a malicious pimp. He'd only come out of and idle and perverse
curiosity but from what he'd seen it seemed that the Slob had been telling the
truth. And if so he really did possess a pair of very fine assets indeed...
"What are their names?", he asked.
"The one with the fat jugs is Suzanne and the other slut is Kirsty", the
Slob said. "I keep them on the pill of course but if you want to use one of 'em
for breeding then they should both be fertile. Why don't you have a feel and see
which one you like?"
It was an invitation which Sir Jeremy could not refuse. Suzanne was
trembling visibly as the aristocrat walked around her, for all the world as if
he were examining some live stock for prospective purchase. He took her breasts
in his hands and lifted and squeezed them speculatively, relishing the soft
vulnerability of the plump flesh. Then he ran his hands over her thighs,
appraising the texture and shape of her bottom.
"Not bad", he murmured. "This one has good child bearing hips. I fancy
she'd drop a brat without too many problems."
The Slob noted Suzanne's reaction with considerable interest. It seemed
that the prospect of Sir Jeremy's attentions had revived some of her natural
horror at her situation. She might have surrendered herself completely to the
Slob but she still had some feelings left it would seem.
Sir Jeremy moved on to Kirsty and this time let one long index finger
penetrate the girl's sex. She whimpered as he twisted it inside her.
"That one's a good fuck", the Slob said. "I think you'd enjoy riding her
even though she is a bit on the skinny side compared to the other bitch."
"What do you think darling?", Sir Jeremy asked his wife. Patricia walked
between the girls appraising them coldly. In an elegant cashmere sweater, a thin
grey pencil skirt, white stockings and mat black high heels the smartly dressed
aristocrat made a marked contrast to the two hapless blondes. She reached out
with her left and right hand and ran them over both bodies simultaneously,
stroking and pinching breasts ,thighs and buttocks. When she reached their loins
she didn't hesitate to slip her neatly manicured fingers inside and tease both
clitorises at the same time. Soon Kirsty and Suzanne were struggling not to
wriggle in response to the merciless stimulation and they both began to breath
in ragged gasps, their nipples visibly hardening and their bodies clearly
wracked with the need for sexual release.
"They're damp little tramps aren't they?", she said with some amusement.
"It's an artefact of their conditioning", the Slob explained. "I keep
them at a constant low level of arousal so they are always easy to bring up to
temperature when I want to give 'em a going over."
"Doesn't that give you problems with them playing with themselves?", Sir
Jeremy asked. "I find it a disgusting habit in a girl if she even thinks of
using her own fingers to please herself. That sort of self abuse must be hard to
prevent when they are always simmering."
"Oh no", the Slob said with a smile. "They've learned the hard way what
happens if I catch them messing about between their legs. The cane and the strap
are such excellent teachers, I find!"
Patricia withdrew her fingers without allowing either girl to climax.
"They both seem like good prospects", Patricia said. "Which do you
prefer darling?"
"Ummm. It's hard to choose", her husband responded. "Remember, we're
doing this for us. We both want a child and since you can't conceive this is
better than adoption. If I get one of these little bitches pregnant then you
will remember that won't you darling. I'm doing it for us."
"Of course", Patricia said. "I know that but there's no reason why you
shouldn't enjoy yourself in the process is there?"
Sir Jeremy's rapidly stiffening sexual organ was answer enough to this
rhetorical question. He was anxious to experience the pleasures on offer now.
"Why not try them both out", the Slob said like a used car salesman
offering a test drive to a prospective customer. The aristocrat was only too
keen to take the Slob up on his proposal and suggested giving Kirsty a seeing
too first. He took her into the bedroom leaving the other three to wait in the
living room.
Patricia continued to stroke Suzanne's hair, face and neck, crooning in
her ear. "You're a lovely little mammal aren't you? I bet the boys used to enjoy
you! It's just as well your master took you in hand!" The Slob smiled. He could
see that both his customers were hooked on the girls already. It was going well!
"They've both been trained to use their tongues on one another", he said
carefully. "I'm not suggesting you're interested in that, of course but you'd
find either of the wenches quite capable of entertaining you in that way if you
were so inclined."
"Indeed", Patricia said, and the Slob knew he had hit his target.
Meanwhile Jeremy was assessing Kirsty in a more intimate way. "I have
some questions for you, my dear", he said. "Sit on my knee whilst we talk." The
aristocrat sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. A trembling Kirsty did
as she was told and Sir Jeremy let her settle uneasily before he reached round
and took her left breast firmly between the fingers of his left hand. "Good
girl", he said, feeling his organ swell with pleasure at her sweetly submissive
response. She had a lovely body and the Slob had obviously made great changes
to a natural behaviour, which would have resisted any such advances from a total
stranger. He slipped his fingers down to her sex, feeling her shake with
anxiety
"Keep still whilst I find your nubbin girl!", he said sharply. "I need
to have my finger on your pulse so I can tell if you're lying to me." His index
finger invaded her then, pushing forcefully into the soft folds of her moist sex
flesh until it found the swollen bud at her centre. Kirsty gasped as he pressed
relentlessly against the ultimate sensitivity that trembled and sweated with a
delirious mixture of humiliation and need. "Now girl", the aristocrat said with
a cruel smile. "We're sitting comfortably and we can begin. I want you to tell
me all about yourself and how you came into the possession of the ugly but
seemingly very clever gentleman who now owns you. Start at the beginning. I
believe your keeper picked you up on a train? Jeremy listened to Kirsty's story
with a great deal of interest and not a little pleasure. He could tell
instinctively that she wasn't just spinning some yarn. No, this was the full
truth - or at least the truth to the extent that the Slob allowed Kirsty to
remember. Her anxious little movements on his lap betrayed her hatred of the
situation but she clearly felt she had no choice but to obey him simply because
the Slob had told her to. The luscious little office worker had been turned into
a perfect sexual slave. The aristocrat felt his cock hardening against the
girl's thigh and the more she told him of her fate the more aroused he became.
Finally he had to fuck her. He simply pushed her onto the bed, parted her legs
and humped her until they both came together. Kirsty needed her orgasm and was
in no position to argue about how she got it!
"You really have been a very stupid little slut haven't you?", Sir
Jeremy said as he slid off her. "No wonder your master had to take charge of
you. You've a very pretty little body there my dear but if you'd been left to
your own devices it would have gone to waste. Luckily you seem to have found a
capable steward to look after you and see that you're kept fit and eager to do
the job you're most suited for - servicing a man's cock! Now sit on my knee
again and tell me how you feel about your owner. Would you like me to take you
away?"
Bullseye! As Kirsty nestled against him like a frightened bird, Sir
Jeremy knew that his last remark had struck home with a vengeance. The hapless
blonde was trembling with a strange mixture of revulsion and hope! She must hate
her captor so much that the chance of a change was a prospect she desired almost
at all costs. Perhaps she thought she could escape from his clutches?
"Would you like to be my little breeder, Kirsty? I'd pump you full of
seed and impregnate you so my wife and I could have a child. You wouldn't have
any rights to your baby. You'd only be a convenient womb to save my wife the
pain of labour and to bring our child to term. We'd keep you in the kennels with
the other bitches. We'd feed you with the dogs, and walk you and exercise you.
And if you were a very good little girlie we might let you wait at the table
with the maids and wash the dishes. Would you like that?"
He ran his hands over the flesh he had so recently enjoyed as he spoke,
whispering the terrible words in her ear, stroking breasts, belly and thigh and
gauging her heart beat and her breathing with a refined sense of cruelty. To his
astonishment he sensed that Kirsty would like his terms - or perhaps more
accurately she preferred him to the Slob. She thought she might escape from him.
That was the nub of it. He played with her recently lubricated sex making his
fingers sticky.
"Lick them clean", he ordered Kirsty, and the submissive blonde began to
suck his digits as his lifted them to her mouth.
"We shall have to see", he told her. "I need to fuck your friend first
to see if she is more suitable for my needs. Up you get now!"
Kirsty stood up and he slapped her bottom sharply. "Run along and ask
your owner nicely to send the other bitch to me, there's a good girl."
Sir Jeremy chuckled as he watched Kirsty's pink bottom scurry to the
bedroom door. She was a fine animal right enough and she'd certainly do the job
but perhaps there was a better alternative?
Whilst Sir Jeremy was enjoying himself with Kirsty, the Slob kept up
polite conversation with Patricia. "Make us a cup of tea, bitch!", he ordered
Suzanne and the slave girl hastened to obey. The aristocrat was a lovely woman -
smart, attractive and sophisticated. The Slob detected something of a kindred
spirit in the hard line of her jaw and the steely glint in her eyes when she
contemplated his slave girls and knew that either of them would be in for a
terrible time if they fell in to her clutches. She reminded him of a younger,
sexier and more intelligent version of Rita McGoven and he felt himself harden
at the thought of what it might be like to enjoy her. He would have relished the
prospect of seeing some girl on girl action with Suzanne. This time, however,
the Slob was outclassed. Lady Hardcrop did things for her own pleasure and for
the benefit of her husband but certainly not for anyone else.
"I notice this one has had her nipples pierced", the aristocrat said.
"Did you do that?"
"Yes", the Slob confirmed, and he told her the story of Suzanne's escape
attempt and subsequent punishment which Lady Hardcrop seemed to find most
amusing. The tea was ready and a trembling Suzanne poured two cups for her owner
and his guest. As she bent to attend to Lady Hardcrop the older woman ran her
hand lightly over the young blonde's bottom.
"She has a fat arse. It must take a great deal of spanking!"
"Indeed", the Slob said piously.
They were interrupted by the arrival of Kirsty from the bedroom.
"P... p... please?", she murmured, fearful as always of speaking without
permission.
"Yes", the Slob drawled. "What is it girl? Spit it out!"
"T.. the gentleman would like Suzanne now."
"Then you'd better got to him girl", the Slob said.
Lady Hardcrop gave Suzanne a none too playful parting slap on the rump
that echoed the one her husband had just delivered to Kirsty, although she did
not know it. "Off you go, bitch! My husband's waiting and he isn't a patient
man. And you!", she said sharply addressing Kirsty. "Come here and sit on my
lap! I want a word with you."
So in the space of a few minutes Kirsty was again perched on the lap of
someone who meant her no good. Husband and wife had both had her in this
position; the humiliating place of an errant child.
"Now then my dear", Patricia said when an unhappy and nervous Kirsty had
settled into position. "Tell me what it was like to have my husband's John
Thomas stuck up your sticky twat! You loved it didn't you, you horny little
slut!"
Poor Kirsty! She knew immediately that there was no right answer to
this question! She looked round nervously at the Slob, licking her lips but he
just smiled. There would be no help from that quarter.
"Err... er...", she began helplessly.
Meanwhile Suzanne was providing considerable entertainment for Sir
Jeremy. The cruel aristocrat subjected the younger woman to the same tests as
Kirsty, savouring the similarity of her enslaved responses as well as the
differences between the two blondes' beautiful bodies and the history of their
respective captures. He teased her about the nature of her friendship with
Kirsty to ascertain how she felt about the 'treachery' of her capture and her
conditioning into lesbian lust. To his delight she hated talking about it and
was clearly discomforted by his insistent questioning but she answered in the
end.
Suzanne was every bit as luscious as her friend and just as the Slob
had come to appreciate the soft curves of her voluptuous and yielding young
flesh, so Sir Jeremy in turn rapidly found himself charmed by the buxom naked
girl who had been rendered so delightfully biddable by her nasty captor. Kirsty
had a more elfin and refined loveliness, with longer legs and sweetly juicy
bosoms but Suzanne was definitely the more pneumatic fuck, with paler skin and
meatier curves, and the aristocrat took great pleasure in humping her to a mind
shattering orgasm. Unlike Kirsty he sensed that she had come to some sort of
accommodation with her lowly status and actually feared any changes. It was a
sign of just how low the Slob had brought her. "Come on then bitch", he said
when he was sated at last. "We'd better return to the others and I can let you
know my verdict!"
A most erotic spectacle greeted Sir Jeremy as he led Suzanne back to the
kitchen. Kirsty was bent over the table, her arms stretched out and held by the
Slob whilst his wife was beating her bottom with a wooden spoon.
"Lying little slut!", Patricia said with venom as she punished the
hapless girl. "You loved your seeing to and you weren't there to enjoy it! If my
husband has his pleasure that's fair enough; he has a job to do and I don't see
why he shouldn't get some job satisfaction. But you are only here to service men
and not to gratify your sticky little lusts, so keep your self under control
when you're being ridden next time!"
She swiped the wooden spoon at its rapidly reddening target as she said
these words and Kirsty bucked in pain and couldn't help but wriggle. Quite
delightful, Sir Jeremy thought.
"Have you made your mind up, sir?", the Slob asked. "Let me have these
two entertain us for a moment whilst you come to a decision, eh?"
Kirsty was sobbing softly and Sir Jeremy felt Suzanne's fingers clench
in his hand.
"Kirsty! Suzanne! Sit on the sofa over there. Not like that! I want you
to spit one another. You know how don't you?"
The Slob's guests watched the 'spitting' intrigued. This turned out to
be the Slob's own slang for a most erotic piece of mutual stimulation between
his two slave girls. Suzanne sat down first and put right her hand out beside
her, palm upwards with her index finger sticking straight into the air. Kirsty
was now obliged to lower herself carefully onto it, so that her bottom hole was
penetrated and impaled by her friend. In turn she used her left hand to ease her
own finger into Suzanne's rectum. The expression on the two girls' faces as they
felt their friend's finger violate their sweet back passages was most comical
and all the watchers enjoyed the mixture of disgust, squeamish reluctance and
unwanted arousal which crossed their delicate features.
"Now fondle your partner's titties with your free hand!", the Slob
ordered. "And lets see some kissing and licking but no climaxes until I tell
you, you can!"
The girls obeyed. They really had no choice. It wasn't their obedience
that impressed Sir Jeremy, however. He had already begun to appreciate the depth
of their thraldom. What impressed Sir Jeremy was the evidence of their speedy
arousal. Both girls had been given a sound seeing too in the last half hour and
Kirsty had then been thrashed by his wife and yet already they were clearly
becoming stimulated again. Their nipples were hardening as they softly squeezed
each other's breasts and their breathing was becoming quicker again.
"What a pair of horny sluts!", the aristocrat said in frank admiration.
"Gobbledegook"
"I beg your pardon!"
"Sorry Sir Jeremy", the Slob explained with a smile. "I didn't mean you,
it was for the benefit of the sluts."
He went on to explain how the key word Gobbledegook prevented Kirsty and
Suzanne from understanding anything that was said around them until they heard
the matching code words which allowed them to comprehend the English language
again.
"Interesting", Lady Hardcrop said.
"And useful on occasion, not to mention amusing sometimes when Mack and
I want to plan something special as a surprise for the girls. This time, I want
to tell you all about the practicalities of keeping them tame and there's no
need to take an unnecessary security risk by letting them know anything they
shouldn't be bothering their pretty blonde heads about. Mostly of course, I
don't care what I say to them because they can do fuck all about it!"
He laughed. Kirsty gasped as Suzanne chose that moment to wriggle the
finger inside her older friend's bottom, making the young woman shift awkwardly
in frustration and shame.
For the next ten minutes, the Slob explained the necessary procedures to
keep the tame girls domesticated. He described how and when to inject them (a
rare requirement) the pills they needed to take and the daily program of
hypnosis, which constantly reinforced their subservience and docility.
"It's not that they don't perceive their plight and want to escape", he
said, "it's that as soon as they try to formulate any sort of plan they become
filled with despair at the hopelessness of it all and soon give in."
The two slaves were now wriggling like fish on the hooks of their
crooked fingers. The first signs of desperation at their inability to come were
already showing in their eyes as they kissed and caressed one another.
"I'd like to finish with a little experiment", the Slob said. "This is
something I've been working on recently. It's another code word which only works
when they are in Gobbledegook mode. The idea is to provide an accelerated and
more flexible way of introducing latent behaviour than can be achieved through
the hypnotic inductions. When I say the new code word the girls will take on
board everything that is said until the closing counter word but will be unaware
of the orders. To them, it will seem as of they have acquired new spontaneous
desires which they have to fulfil. They will have no idea that those desires
come from me. Let's give it a try shall we?"
"Channel Subliminal"
Kirsty and Suzanne paused for a moment as the Slob bent over them.
"In a few moments when I end this mode you will become more aroused than
ever", he told them. "You will remember the sperm from your recent fucking
inside your sticky little snatches and Sir Jeremy's cream will suddenly seem
like the most delicious drink in the world. You will feel very thirsty. Very
thirsty indeed. You will get the idea that you can drink the remains of Sir
Jeremy's sperm from one another's cunts. You will know that this is wrong
because I have forbidden you to kiss your snatches but you will be unable to
resist this overwhelming desire and after a few moments you will both succumb,
roll into position and begin to frantically lick and suck one another's sweet
little twats. This will make you both incredibly horny and you will juice up but
you will still be unable to climax until your bottom is struck by a firm hand.
Then you will roll over to allow access to your friend's bottom and you will
achieve orgasm instantly and messily.
Channel Subliminal off."
The Slob and his clients were now treated to a quite remarkable display
of restrained eroticism which gradually collapsed into uncontrolled desperate
passion. Sir Jeremy greatly enjoyed the conflicting emotions which passed over
the girls' faces as three opposing behaviours fought for control of their
delicious young bodies. Underlying everything there were still intriguing traces
of their original natural reticence and a reluctance to engage in a sexual act
and orientation they would once have found profoundly disturbing but which now
clearly turned them both on. For the most part this reluctance had been
overridden by the new desires which they were now struggling to satisfy but the
third element of total obedience to the Slob's orders was acting very
effectively to restrain them. Or rather it was at first. But after a time the
watchers could see the "subliminal channel" reinforcing their mutual sexual
desire to an unbearable and irresistible extent. The little blondes began to
moan and wriggle more passionately and soon they were at breaking point. Kirsty
was the first to crack, pushing Suzanne down on the couch and forcing her head
between the younger girl's thighs. Suzanne gasped and withdrew her finger from
her friend's bottom. She twisted frantically on the couch, squirming into
position. In a matter of seconds the girls were licking and sucking one
another's sex with frantic abandon. But they still couldn't come.
Kirsy was on top. Her lean buttocks were glowing a most fetching shade
of pink from the punishment Patricia had administered. They clenched and relaxed
as Suzanne worked her tongue inside her sex.
"What a lot of gasping and moaning!", Sir Jeremy said. He brought his
hand down to deliver a sharp spank full across Kirsty's bottom. The effect was
electric and exactly as programmed. The rutting pair rolled over and Kirsty was
wracked by a violent orgasm. Sir Jeremy immediately struck Suzanne's exposed
rump a hard blow. With her friend now writhing in ecstasy beneath her, Suzanne
now let out an involuntary squeal and shook to her own mind shattering climax.
It took a full minute for the shuddering slaves to regain their natural
breathing and begin to contemplate with horror the nature of their disobedience.
"Pretty Dolls", the Slob said ominously, allowing them to understand him
again. "You've been bad, bad little girlies haven't you? I'll have you both
strapped for that later. But for now let's see if Sir Jeremy has made his mind
up. Which of 'em is it to be, eh?"
Sir Jeremy looked at the frightened young women. They were a delicious
pair - much better than he had ever supposed. Clearly the Slob had taken two
pretty young women out of their normal lives and subjected them to a most
effective form of conditioning. It was almost a shame to break them up as they
made such a splendid pair but he only needed one for his purposes. Kirsty looked
almost eager. She was plainly desperate to be free of the Slob. Suzanne on the
other hand seemed anxious. She was a bouncy young specimen but Kirsty had a
certain svelte beauty which he personally preferred.
Decisions, decisions. In the end, Sir Jeremy was moved by the thought
that Suzanne's body was perhaps better suited to child bearing . As an added
bonus he also felt a cruel pleasure in disturbing any precious and tenuous
accommodation she might have managed to reach with the Slob and in thwarting
Kirsty's ill founded hopes for escape.
"I'll have the fat bitch. Suzanne", he said. "Subject to my doctor
checking her out of course."
When he saw the mingled disappointment and fear crossing the girls'
faces he felt his prick harden in triumph and knew he had made the right choice.
"Of course", the Slob said. He was very pleased. This would be an
excellent money spinning deal. "You can pick her up on Thursday once we've taken
care of the finances. That leaves us three days to arrange her farewells and to
pack her."
The three days that followed were a time of intense pleasure, pain and
anguish for the lovely slave girl and her friend. The Slob was as good as his
word and thrashed both girls soundly with the strap to punish them for their
forbidden display of 'shameless sucking'. The poor blondes wept bitterly,
knowing that they were guilty but quite unable to understand how they had
succumbed to their unnatural lust. It had been some time since either young
woman had experienced the harsh kiss of leather on their bottoms and they had
forgotten how painful it could be.
Mack expressed a little doubt about the venture, knowing that he would
miss the pleasures of Suzanne's ripe young body. Father and son had both come to
prefer the pneumatic attractions of the more buxom little blonde to the
undoubted charms of her older friend. The Slob consoled him.
"We're not selling her Dad, just renting out her womb for a while. The
pregnancy will put some milk in her tits. I for one, am looking forward to
sucking it out of her once she's dropped the brat and she's back with us. In the
mean time we still have Kirsty to service us."
Poor Suzanne had to suffer a number of brutal sexual sessions in her
last two days with the Slob. Mack and his son both wanted to make full use of
her before she was sent on to Sir Jeremy and she was given several good pumpings
and three hearty buggerings followed in one memorable case by a tit wank in
which her rider made use of short chains attached to her nipple rings to press
her breasts against his happy rod. She was a sticky mess afterwards and it was a
good job that Kirsty was on hand to lick Mack's sperm from her thoroughly
ravaged flesh. The Slob invited Ricky round for a farewell fuck and of course
Suzanne had to say a polite goodbye to Mauler which meant that she had to use
her tongue to bring him to orgasm and let his slimy dog come slide down her
throat. The dog growled menacingly at her as the thoroughly cowed blonde
performed this intimate service for him.
Kirsty was given her own chance to say a special goodbye to her friend.
"Since you're such a pair of horny dykes you'd better do what you do best." The
Slob provided a double headed dildo which Kirsty was ordered to strap on and
accommodate inside her own sex before forcing the wicked implement into
Suzanne's softest place. She was then instructed to grind her hips against her
friend, giving Suzanne a sound stuffing with the harshly knobbed instrument.
This provided the Slob with a good opportunity to take some interesting
photographs. The girls were distressed but aroused by their imposed lesbian
desires and gave in to them fully. They were soon kissing and sucking at one
another's breasts and their bellies and thighs were pushing eagerly together as
they moved their loins with an urgent yearning for release. The Slob had given
them permission to climax as it was a special occasion and they did so,
frequently and with much mutual moaning and sighing. There was a tender tension
to this pleasuring. Usually forbidden to speak and kept aroused and frustrated
this opportunity to give and receive gratification from one another without
punishment clearly excited both girls. The only means of expression now
permitted to them was the strictly controlled sensual deployment of their nubile
young bodies. Taking advantage of this chance they showed the only form of
solidarity that was open to them. They knew that a parting was near and this
stimulated their loyalty and affection for one another.
The Slob found the whole show highly erotic and had to use Suzanne's
bottom to slake his lust again when he called a halt to it.
At last it was time to pack Sir Jeremy's rented flesh up for her
journey. The aristocrat had sent a wire cage for his new pet and the blonde
captive was stowed inside with her ankles and wrists tied to the metal mesh.
The Slob managed to find the original pair of panties that Suzanne had been
wearing when she was first taken into captivity. He pinched her nose and when
she opened her mouth wide to breath, carefully pushed the white cotton down her
throat and completed the gag with a loop of sticky tape. Kirsty was dressed up
for the occasion too, in self support black stockings and high heels.
Sir Jeremy and his wife arrived to pick their new slave up at 11 o'clock
and were pleased to find her already stowed in the cage and ready for departure.
Patricia opened the door and tormented the pretty young slave, running her hands
over the blonde's bare body and letting her elegantly cool nails scratch over
the woman's clean shaven sex.
"All ready to hump yourself pregnant are we?", she cooed menacingly. "I
hope so my dear! For your sake!"
If you had been passing a certain run down tower block on a wet winter
morning and had happened to glance up to the fourth floor you would have seen a
very strange sight indeed. A young woman was hanging out of the window looking
for all the world like a ship's figure head with her torso completely naked, her
arms behind her back and trapped under the window and her bare breasts swinging
in the wind and rain. It was Kirsty of course. The Slob had allowed her to view
Suzanne's departure from his window using the maid's bottom to entertain his
rampant todger whilst she watched her friend being loaded up into the back of
the Hardcrop's estate car. The Slob ran his hands up and down Kirsty's stocking
clad thighs as he pumped in and out of her rump, enjoying the now familiar
pleasures of buggering his blonde plaything. Kirsty sobbed as she watched her
friend being driven away. That was the last time she ever saw Suzanne again...
