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The Trophy Wife

Part 10

The Trophy Wife
Part 10

I left the two women to their own devices. I figured that in a couple days I would put Tawny
through her paces. I looked in on them a few times to make sure that Cunt was keeping to the
curriculum that I had specified for her to teach. I made sure to catch their first awkward
moments together. I thought it best to get them started on the right foot.

"How long have you been here?"  Cunt thought for a moment, then answered that she really didn't
know how long. "But I think that it has been nearly a year." Had it been a year already, I
didn't think so. I think what had happened is that being confined all the time she had
miscalculated the length of a day. She had also been subject to depression, given her continual
rape and confinement to say nothing of the light deprivation.

"A year!....A year." Tawny turned into herself, unable to comprehend how Cunt had survived the
ordeal, and certain that she herself would be unable to survive it. To have no power, no
control over any aspect of your life, your body. It was too horrible to imagine, she closed her
eyes shut at the thought, and covered her face. Cunt had been holding the course outline that I
had prepared for her to teach, but she now put it down. "I've had a look at what he wants me to
teach you." She reached into the bag that I had left for her and with drew a dildo that I had
made that matched my member exactly. It even had a caste of my nuts attached to the base, to
stabilize it when placed on the floor or a table. "It's very important that you watch and learn
Tawny. This is how he likes to have his cock sucked." Tawny ignored her words. "In all the time
you've been here, haven't you tried to escape, or fight back....or something?" Cunt tried to
shush her up, gesturing to the camera that I was watching them through. Tawny looked up to the
ceiling of the cell, and caught sight of the lens. "I don't think we should talk about this
now. There's no way out. I've tried. Do what wants. Do you best to keep him happy, it'll go a
lot easier for you if you do." At last the real education was beginning just as I had hoped it
would. "He has me and my friend Vicki here. I haven't seen her in a long time, I think he
killed her. Please do what he wants or he will hurt you very badly, He'll hurt me too. You
can't imagine the things that he will do to you if you don't do what he wants."

Her words were very convincing. I could see the fear taking hold of Tawny, seeping into her
consciousness. Imagining all the unspeakable horrors that awaited her if she failed me. The
cock-sucking lesson continued with Cunt closing her eyes and diving her head down on the rubber
phallus, lost in simulated lust at the prospect of tasting me there yet again. Tawny sort of
watched her tentatively out of the corner of her eyes, too embarrassed for her new friend to
watch too intently, but too afraid to look away, lest she miss a subtle detail. I watched for a
few more moments. I watched cunt hand the dildo to Tawny, as she tried to replicate what she
had just been taught. Cunt stopped her and gave her some pointers that were particular to my
tastes, to help her refine her skill on me before she even had a taste of the real deal.

I watched them together over the next day or so. I saw Cunt trying to teach Tawny all she would
need to know to avert my anger and displeasure and to give her a fighting chance at pleasing
me. I saw her learn how to walk, how to hold her body when she was standing, sitting and
listening to me. I saw her learn the names of things, of the body parts that she had formally
thought of as her own. But now learned that had nothing to call her own anymore. Not even her
body parts. "I think that he is going to give you a new name too, something vulgar, something
degrading just like mine. At first I found it hard to answer to the name. But I can do anything
now." She was right too. I was going to change Tawni's name. I had been mulling over the
possible names, but had not yet some up with anything suitably harsh yet. I was hoping for a
visit from the epiphany to inspire me at the right moment. It sometimes works when you play it
by ear. The last thing that I watched Cunt teach was how to masturbate for me. I watched her
explain how to hold her hands so that they did not obscure her vagina from my curious eyes. I
learned that she transferred saliva from her mouth to her hands, then to her pussy to help
lubricate the way, and to make her cunt all shiny and glistening for my eyesight. The day's
tensions and exertions caught up with them after that and the fell asleep in each others arms
chained to their floor blocks on the narrow cot. Naturally there was no bedding. My captives
could use that to make a noose and do themselves in. I didn't want that at all. That means that
they would win. That breaks the most important rule of the game. I am the only winner allowed.

The next day I checked on them again. Cunt was showing Tawni the lesson book now. In it I had
put in some of the thousands of pictures I had taken of my abuse of Cunt and Whore. Cunt was
teaching her about all the various costumes that I had compelled her to wear for my amusement.
I saw her learn the details of hair and makeup that I forced upon them. The unshakable rules of
appearance, red nails and lips and never any panties.

I pressed the release for the door to the cell that they were in, and spoke to them over the
intercom. "Take her and dress her up Cunt." She looked up to the speaker and camera. "Yes
Darling." They both scurried to comply quickly. I quickly switched to the camera behind the
mirror in the makeup station. But they were not there. Briefly panic shot through me at the
possibility of their escape. An impossible event to be sure, but one that I kept impossible
only through constant vigilance. After a few quick camera switches I did find them in the
shower together. Cunt was trying to comply with my demands and was running her soapy hands all
over Tawni's body. Naturally enough Tawni was resisting her touch and quickly passed her hands
over her own body cleaning herself as rapidly as she could. She jumped out of the shower and
started to towel herself dry. Cunt was still washing herself. "You need to do it slower next
time, he could be watching. He likes to watch us in the shower. Unless he wants us ready
quickly. Then we have to hurry." I could now switch to the camera behind the mirror at the
dressing table. I watched Tawni walking into the room. She was magnificent. With each step her
flesh jiggled pleasantly. She was all tits and hips, very curvaceous. She was kind of fleshy
for a stripper, but she was definitely my kind of girl. She sat herself down on the bench in
front of the mirror. Cunt was just now walking into the room. "Help her with page 95 of the
book Cunt. You decide what her wardrobe will be, I don't care. Just have her ready in 20
minutes. Twenty minutes was not much time and she quickly went to work coating Tawni's face
with a heavy layer of foundation, eyeliner, and heavy mascara. She saved the lips for last
brushing on the red lipstick with thick strokes of the brush. After the color was applied she
switched to another brush and pressed gloss over the newly red lips. I had the frame zoomed in
on Tawni face. She looked like she had been licking her lips all day. They were so puffy and
shiny. Her eyes were full and expressive, when she blinked her coated lashes swept down
brushing against her rouged cheeks. The final touch was a dusting of powder across her chest
and shoulders. I knew the scented powder well, it was a favorite of mine. It turned her skin a
delicately pale color, and made her skin all that much more soft. I was already hard with
anticipation. I had been teasing myself with her presence for the past two days now. I simply
could not contain myself any longer. I had to have her. I very nearly ran the distance to the
guesthouse. The elevator ride down to the dungeon seemed to take longer. than normal. Before
the floor had reached the bottom I had jumped off it and run to the door that locked them away.
I had expected to find them waiting for me in the bedroom. But the room was empty when I got
there. I waited on the bed, my irritation at being delayed was mounting. About a minute later
they walked in to the room, each of them followed by their chains and blocks. Such an ugly
attachment, though necessary. Tawny was dressed though just barely. Her breasts were cradled by
a joke of a bra that was barely visible in the crease below them. She had ankle socks on, that
were fringed with lace at the top. On her feet were a pair of heels. Dancing in them would be
impossible, let alone walking. The dominant color of her ensemble was bubble-gum pink, which
contrasted with her dirty blonde hair nicely. Oddly she was trying to cover herself with her
hands. Such modesty for a peeler, quite uncommon. I threw the key to Tawni's collar into Cunts
hands. She removed it and tossed it to the floor with a thud. Beneath it gracing Tawni's throat
was a pearl choker necklace. The words that described her best, though they were inadequate in
intensity were obvious and cheap. Just what I was looking for.

I pushed myself back onto the bed, still clothed. "Tawni come and join me here, Cunt you will
find a camcorder in the bureau. I want you to record the union of my cock with this hot slut
here." They both moved though Tawni moved with all the speed of a death throw inmate walking
the last mile. When she was within reach I placed my right hand around her neck and pulled her
down to me, pressing her essentially naked body into my side. I looked over at Cunt, she was
pointing the camera at us. "Are you rolling?" She raised her left hand and gave me a thumbs up
signal. I let my narration commence. "This is the first time that I have taken this luscious
woman here." I shoved her head so that her face was pointing toward the camera. "An event
you've been dreaming about for a few dsys now haven't you?" She tried to curl her mouth into a
smile, but she was just to frightened to manage much of one. But she did respond with the
proper "Yes Darling." Well guess what, I have too. I've been wanting to shove my cock into you
since the moment I saw you." With that I undid my pants and pulled my erection out. I was long
and hard and sticking straight up into the air. "Climb aboard." She did too. She swung her leg
over my body brushing my cock with it as she covered me with herself. I gestured for Cunt to
move up to the head of the bed. Not the best location to get the moment of penetration on tape.
But I was really into preserving her face for posterity. I find I like to see the emotions wash
across their faces. Emotions like fear, disgust, and horror. Nowhere else is the internal
battle between their common sense telling them to try and run, and their own fear so clearly
etched. She was sitting astride me now, still not eager to take me inside her. My erection was
brushing against her, with each touch another drop of pre-cum leaked from me. I could feel it
seeping out. "Don't tease me baby, sit on it. Now!" She started to move down on me. She was
moving to slowly, but I didn't order her to speed it up. If she wanted to draw it out and make
it last longer, I wasn't about to stop her from increasing her pain. "Do you know the story of
the Minister and the Hooker?" I asked her the question in my most friendly voice. "No Darling."
Her teeth were starting to press tightly together, as she slid down on me. "Well before he
fucks her he says a little prayer. Asking for strength and guidance. So she says just pray for
strength, I'll take care of the guidance." The point of the joke was almost lost on her, and I
had to tell her to take hold of my cock and feed me into her. "You're not going to make me tell
you to move up and down on me too are you? I've already decided that I am going to put a little
black mark against you for you lack of enthusiasm. Two more strikes and I shall have to punish
you both." With that she started to move on me slowly. I moved my hands to her hips and grabbed
firm hold of her there. I bucked up into her, enjoying the tightness of her. Her toned figure
made her that much more snug. Her lack of natural lubrication also added to the snug feeling.
Gradually she got into the swing of things. Soon her large breasts were flopping about freely.
I chided her about this. "Do hold on to your tits. Your bra is far to flimsy to keep them in
check." She moved her hands to them, and tried to keep them steady. I moved a hand to one of
them and started to twist the nipple between thumb and forefinger. She was catching on and soon
was doing this to both of them. I returned my hands to her hips and began to force myself into
her with greater vigor than ever. Soon I was merrily fucking away at her lost in my own lord of
lust. The sight of her hair flying about, and of the blush spreading across her chest was
starting to get to me. Had I been on top I would have started to slow down to keep from cumming
too soon. My cum got the better of me though and the first of many jets of my cum was soon
filling her up. The feeling of me cumming in her, the sounds I made as my movements became more
frantic and uncontrolled broke her from her automatic and forced movements. She crawled off me
and slithered to the bottom corner of the bed coiling her legs beneath her. Grateful to be able
to close them tight. I watched her as she moved a hand between her legs, as thought she were
masturbating for me. She was checking herself out. I watched her she was not too upset. She was
in shock really, especially so when she withdrew her hand and it was covered with my jism. "How
can...you. I mean how can you actually get off. You know..You know how much I hated that. I
know you know how much I hated it." She pointed at Cunt. "You know how much she hates it too
don't you! And still it gets you off." By the time she had finished her question she had
started to shake and cry in confusion. I was not confused. I know exactly what kind of man I am
and I proceeded to tell her too.

"Police keep society in order. The fear that they engender in society keeps society in line.
When civil disorder breaks out, or there is a widespread power failure society rapidly
collapses. Widespread riots occur, looting etc. When the Army is called out with their guns,
the fear that they dispense restores order. The Police act as a deterrent effect." She was not
paying too much attention really, but I decided to press on anyway. "Ironically I too am like
the Police. I keep order. Only I help keep society in line because I keep women in line. I am
the release valve that keeps society muddling through. If I did not exist to keep women fearful
and in line then society would fall apart. Once upon a time, before recorded history, men ruled
absolutely. Men ruled far more completely than they do now. But over time women have sought to
appeal to our more reasonable side, and have in effect diluted our absolute power to the
present terrible state that society is in now. Women have now got us thinking that they are
somehow equal. Until recently the world too ran on power. Before the muddling effects of
international organizations like the UN and the World Court. Might made right. Injustice was
the order of the day. If a powerful neighbor invaded, you were likely to loose your land.  Ask
the Palestinians or the Native Americans if the world used to run exclusively on power and they
will tell you the truth. Now if you are a dispossessed collection of people, or a tribe, you
can appeal to the international community and your cause will be given attention. People may
listen and you may find a measure of justice. As long as those in power agree to play by these
new rules."

"Society at its essence however, still runs on power. I as a tiny element of society also runs
on power. Nothing, and I mean nothing turns me on more than having power. More power than
ordinary men. I have my own power of course, and also the power that I strip from the women I
intend to enslave."

"If men like me did not exist then women would realize that as long as men were gentlemen they
would have all the marbles. I am the deterrent that keeps them in place. I am like the police
who keep crime down. Or the Armies of the world, who through their collective vigilance
maintain the international system. I help keep order, I am a force for stability, albeit an
unjust one. And I am loving every minute of it." By the time I had finished my little speech
she had regained her composure, miraculously enough. "Does that answer your question Fucktoy?"
Ah the moment of epiphany had indeed come and alighted on my brain and graced me with her new
name. "I asked you a question Fucktoy." "Yes." I kicked at her till she tumbled of the end of
the bed with a dull thud. "That's Yes Darling." Which she quickly repeated for me.

Cunt had by this time stopped filming us and was standing there staring at the scene dumbly.
When I reviewed the footage later she had thankfully gotten the entire rape on tape. Physically
Fucktoy was fine. I mean no one ever died from what I had just done to her. But internally,
psychologically that was another story entirely. I decided that I would get her something that
would calm her nerves. Something that she would like. I returned with a single cigarette, and a
T-shirt that she had in her gym bag full of props. The T-shirt was one of the promotional items
that she would toss into the crowd to help whip some enthusiasm from the guys during her act.
It had a cheesy graphic and the following slogan on it. 'In my next life I want to come back as
Tawni's chair.' It was cute, it got her noticed by promoters and helped her to become a
featured dancer rather than just one of the regular girls.

She was sitting crumpled on the floor, holding her smoke to her lips with a trembling hand.
Trying to be brave, but it wasn't working. She needed a light and I went to get her one.
Momentarily I returned with a packet of matches and a metal quart container, the opening of
which was a wide mouth. "If you're gonna get to wear a T-shirt I insist that it be a wet one.
Cunt get a shot of this." She pointed the camera down at Fucktoy and started to roll tape.
Fucktoy raised her arms out away from her body and vaguely toward me. I poured the liquid all
over her front. The garment clung to her like a second skin. Most of the fluid landed on her
but some of it splashed onto the concrete pad that made up the floor. It was cold on her, more
cold than normal somehow making her nipples rise up and pay attention.  I struck a match, which
sparked to life I tossed it at her and missed her body with it. She had jumped back
instinctively, away from the flame. It landed in a smallish puddle at her feet, which burst
into flames. The fluid was some sort of alcohol based solvent, highly flammable. She
immediately threw the cigarette away. I light another match. "Pick that up." She shook her head
no. "Pick it up before I burn myself Fucktoy!" My tone had turned sufficiently menacing to
convince her and she scurried to retrieve the cigarette. I light it for her and bent down till
I moved my face within an inch of her face. "Do you smoke?" "I used to Darling but I stopped
recently." I took it from her hand and stubbed it out. "Good answer." I went and sat on the
bed-pulling Cunt down into my lap. I bellowed at Fucktoy to stand at she did so promptly,
facing us as we sat on the bed. "You're the shit hot stripper. Go ahead and take of that
T-shirt before you catch a cold and croak."

She started to sway and coil her body around to the unheard music that was running through her
head. She stood in place, rooted to a spot at the foot of the bed. She ran her hands over her
body across the curves and mounds of flesh that were now mine. My hands traced a roughly
comparable route across Cunts body, in concert with Fucktoys movements. She coiled a finger
into the bottom of the T-shirt and slowly drew it up her body with that single finger until it
was stretched across her bosom. She was teasing her audience. She was teasing me. And she was
being a good little stripper for her audience. She moved her other hand to the bottom of the
T-shirt and moved it slowly up her torso till it was as high up and matched her other hand,
just revealing the bottom third of her breasts. She started to breath heavily and pant to the
silent music all the while swaying her body and whipping her hair about. She moved her fingers,
still curled into the T-shirt apart from the center of her chest till the T-shirt was in danger
of being ripped from her. To my surprise, that was her attention and the material was soon
split down the middle exposing her jiggling mounds to our eyes. She gasped out as though she
was in ecstasy, her head thrown back in mock passion. The remnants of it hung from her
shoulders. She moved luxuriously shrugging its tatters from first one shoulder then the other
as she turned in place at the same pace, till she had displayed herself in a single complete
circle. Once again she was naked again, except for the joke of a bra that Cunt had selected for
her. Having got her attention again I crocked my finger at her. She crawled onto the bed up to
me, past my outstretched legs till she was within reach. I inserted my hand into her hair and
pressed her down into contact with my legs. She had no option but to press her lips into my
legs and kiss me. After she had learned the way I could let go of her hair and let her kiss her
way up to my crotch. When she got there she was reluctant to do what was expected and needed me
to take her hair in my hands again. I made sure to hold her hair away from her face so cunt
could get right in there and record the revulsion on her face. I hoped that this would remain
there for many months, till she had finally learned to control even the faintest hints of the
agony she was in as I forced her to suck my cock over and over again till she bored me at some
distant date in the future.

I knew from the earliest flicks of her tongue that I would not be bored with her any time soon.
She cradled my balls up and away from my body and slowly ran her lips from deep within me up
the underside of my length till she reached the very tip of me. Having tongued the length of me
she repeated the journey several times till she was satisfied that I was ready to be taken
further. I followed her movements up and down the length of my shaft, as was Cunt with the
lense of the camera, who was mere inches from all the action. I noticed that her eyes had
started to well up with some tears. "Don't worry Cunt I'll let you have a try later on if you
like." She caught herself a bit and tried to get a better control of herself. "Thank you
Darling." I decided to press on while I lay back and enjoyed Fucktoys efforts. "Do you think I
have a small cock Cunt?" I watched the confusion spread across her face, as she struggled to
maintain the camera on the action and come up with a suitable reaction. "I don't think that
Fucktoy thinks that I have a little dick do you Fucktoy." "I mean you've obviously sucked a lot
of cocks." She managed to slurp out her answer in between sloppy licks. "No Darling."

I looked down at Fucktoys face coldly. "Didn't Cunt here tell you that there were certain words
that you no longer know?" She stopped sucking momentarily to assess my mood then resumed
quickly. Reaching the end of a stroke she slipped free for long enough to answer. "Yes
Darling." "What words do you no longer have any knowledge of Fucktoy?" Again she waited till
she had reached the tip, and a chance to answer between strokes. "I can no longer say, 'No, or
I, or Me", Darling." After finishing the sentence she then set about finishing me with her
mouth, and dove down my length again, with renewed vigor. "See to it that you don't forget
again." Without letting her get out the customary response I continued. "You never did answer
me Cunt." This time she responded immediately. "I haven't really had a chance to compare."
Despite the time she had to formulate an answer, it was a remarkably inept one, leaving me
plenty of latitude for reply. "We shall see about widening your experience base Cunt." With
pleasant thoughts of the indignities that I could heap upon Cunt swirling through my
imagination, I relaxed myself and allowed the cum to flow from me, feeding Fucktoy for the
first time I had taken her. It would do her good, she was after all dehydrated.

It was about time I rewarded Fucktoy for her service. I fed her, mostly fresh fruit, some
bananas that I made her eat suggestively, and some water. Actually a great deal of water,
nearly two liters of the stuff. "Are you tired Fucktoy?" She nodded her head, since filling up
on the fruit and water she had gotten visibly sleepy. Some of the blood in her system had
rushed to her stomach to digest her meal leaving her brain slightly starved. "Would you like a
cell just like Cunts?" "Yes please Darling." I liked the please. Focusing my attention back to
Cunt I told her to wait here till I came back. Then I fastened Fucktoy's collar around her neck
and let her away. I made her remove her nearly non-existant garments, and put them neatly away
in boxed on the shelves. I then supervised her shower, making certain that she cleansed herself
thoroughly inside and out using the dildos made of soap. When she was done I led her to a cell
door, and opened it for her. Before she could inspect it, I shoved her in it, and she fell to
the floor just missing the bed. Good thing too, or she would have fallen on the body of Whore
who had succumbed to her illness earlier. As I slammed the first of the two-door shut behind
her I could hear her initial screams, followed soon after by her pleas for release. She didn't
try to bribe me with sexual favors, not this time. I would not have taken her up on the offer.
I do not want to reward her for bad behavior. But I would have been pleased had she had the
guts to offer her body to me. I closed the remaining doors and waited outside the cell and
waited about ten minutes for all the fuss to have died down. I am always amazed at how someone
can adjust to almost anything if one sets their mind to it. Victim's of South American torture
endured unspeakable acts of degradation and still survived. So too would my pets, for as long
as I wanted to keep them around. The game was trying to keep it interesting for me now.

Cunt was waiting for me reclined on the bed. She had put the camera down on a dresser that was
nearby. I lay down beside her and gave her a deep long kiss, that was accompanied by my groping
roving hands, that moved from her neck to her knees and all the pleasant places in between.
"What do you think of the new meat?" She kept kissing me and answered through her kisses. "She
lovely. Your cunt thinks that she is just your type."

"You're right she is just my type." I rose and plugged the camera into a cheap TV I keep in the
dungeon area. When the show was ready I motioned for her to come over and join me. I sat in an
old creaky chair facing the TV, and placed Cunt on the floor also facing the TV. I started the
tape and scooted forward on the chair. My cock bumped into her head and nestled into her hair.
Despite the hair dyed Ronald McDonald red it was still soft to the sensitive skin of my member.
The tape was rolling and was focused in on Fucktoy's face just as I was taking her initially.
She turned her head away from the flickering image on the screen. That didn't make much sense.
I tugged at her hair and forced her to face the images. "You filmed it Cunt, look at it."
Fucktoy's cries and primitive grunts were now pouring from the cheap speaker. "Do you still
remember our first time Cunt?" A stupid question really but I wanted to be sure that she was
thinking about it. "Yes" The word was mumbled and solitary till I tugged further at her hair
and dragged Darling from her too. "I remember it well too." More tortured noises and groans
matches the images on the screen. "I watch your first time often. "With that I moved my hands
down to her tits and squeezed them. They still feel amazing to me, so full and soft, and
lifelike. "Do you want to see it?" "If you like Darling." I played with her nipples till they
were hard as pebbles. "Maybe I'll show it to you soon." I was fast-forwarding through Fucktoy's
rage filled outburst that followed the rape. "Can you guess what my favorite tape of you is?"
All the times I had taken her, passed through her memory. Hundreds of times, of positions, of
rooms, of costumes I had made her wear. Only a few stood out, but there were still too many to
guess, and she shook her head. "Please tell me Darling." "It doesn't look very good on camera
but the audio track more than makes up for it. Do you remember the time I threw you on the bed
and tore off your clothes?" It was the first time that I had taken her in her ass, it was
painful, and I knew she remembered it well. She remembered it even before I had finished the
sentence, I felt her shudder at the thought.

I was far too drained to do anything with her this evening and sent her off to bed. I allowed
her a light snack tonight as she had been so good. But she knew that she had competition again
for the meager calories that I allowed into the dungeon.

Her comments about my cock, that she didn't have anyone else to compare it to, reminded me
about a plan for her that I had shelved a few months ago. So I made a few calls to arrange it
for her. It took only a day or so to arrange. And I was most proud of the entire plan. In the
meantime I had a body to dispose of.

I suppose that in the back of my mind I knew that this day would come sooner or later. And I
had made plans to take care of it. I dragged the lifeless body from her cell while Fucktoy was
sleeping. She had spent the nights on the floor unable or unwilling to move the body aside and
take over the bare cot that was mounted to the wall. I wanted Fucktoy to have this cell as it
was separated by an empty cell from Cunts. This meant that they could not communicate with each
other, and would be even more isolated that way. I had a wooden crate all ready for her in the
barn and moved her nude form there. Her head hit the base of it with a thud. A couple shovel
fulls of peat moss, and some organic material was all that I would need. The dirt was not
enough to cover her, merely enough to start the process of decay. The heat of the barn would
start, indeed accelerate the process of decay. In a few short weeks the insect would lay their
eggs and they would feed on her and she would be consumed, down to the bone. Just as I was
about to nail the cover closed I remembered that I had pierced her. I reached down into the
crate and found her left tit. I pulled, hard and her body lifted up until it tore free from
her. She had  a ring through her other tit, and between her legs that I also tore free. I
pocked these and finished closing her in till she decayed fully. I remembered all the good
times now that she was gone. Isn't that always the way? But she was rebellious and had never
fully submitted to me. I didn't deliberately kill her, but I was clearly responsible. I
wondered what it was that had finished her. I speculated that she must have become pregnant,
and bled internally. But would never really know, and in a couple of weeks I could never know.
For she would be reduced to mere bones that I would scatter all over the county.

Later that day Fucktoy must have realized that she had the place to herself and moved up to the
cot for some more shut eye. She spent most of her time crying now. She paced around the cell a
bit too looking for any weakness that may be there. There weren't any of course, but like a
trapped animal she looked for them anyway. Later on I entered her cell. She was terrified of me
and moved off into the far corner, trying hard to melt into the cinder blocks. She tried to
hide herself with her hands, but I made her put her hands at her sides. The cold made her
nipples poke up, and I wanted to see them. She was literally shaking with fear. "So, whadaya
think Fucktoy. Do you wanna fuck or do you want something to eat?" She brightened a bit at the
possibility of something to eat. "Did Cunt explain the rules about eating?" "She did not
Darling." Fucktoy was careful not to use the word no. After all she was merely a collection of
holes to be used. She could not have too wide a vocabulary. She had to keep her head empty like
a plastic doll now. I motioned for her to follow me to the cart that I keep the food in. "In
order to eat you have to fuck. Your new here so you'll need to eat regardless of how well you
take care of my cock. But in time if you do not fuck like a practiced streetwalker, then you
will go hungry. Is that clear?" She nodded her head. I opened the doors and pushed her forward
closer to the cabinet. "Go on and take as much as you think you have earned." I stood close
behind her, so close in fact that my erection brushed against the cheeks of her ass. She
reached for an orange, and I ground my cock against her. She reached back into the cabinet and
made a move for an apple. I pressed myself into her ass and reached a hand around her to press
her body hard against my erection. She must have been screaming with hunger, but she stopped.
"I think that that is all Darling." "Ok Fucktoy." I closed up the cabinet and led her back to
her cell. She cut into the orange with her nails and shoved the pieces into her mouth. The
juices ran down her face provocatively. "Afterward, I'll be back to see you about this." I
pointed at my straining erection. She looked like she was going to be sick. She now knew that I
would visit her later, and she could now dwell on the horror for a few hours. "Smile Fucktoy."
She tried hard to bend her lips into a simulation of a smile. "Do you want to go back into the
small cage Fucktoy? I've got an even smaller one for you if you thought that one was too big?"
She shook her head no, to afraid to actually speak it. "Well then lets have a smile." She did
better this time, and she would do even better in the future. I decided to press her even more.
"Tell me how much you want to drink my cum." She gulped hard, blinked and tried to sound
convincing. "Your Fucktoy craves the taste of you cum Darling." I waiting to see if she would
say any more, but she was done. "And...Fucktoy?" She wracked her imagination. "And your Fucktoy
can't wait till she gets the chance to earn more of it." Good enough for me. The doors clanged
shut trapping her in till later. I left her wondering where I would return. In the meantime I
kept her busy watching all kinds of disgusting videos.

I had something special planned for Cunt. In fact I hand wanted to take Cunt and Vicki to a
party, and have them perform their Schoolgirl act that I had had them rehearsing. But the
arrangements for the event were too complicated to arrange in time to get Vicki to attend. So I
had to be content with taking Cunt only. My confidence level with Fucktoy was essentially
nonexistent. So I didn't think I could take her along.

It was the night of the party, and I had Cunt get ready. I had her dressed for an elegant
evening out. She was wearing a long black dress, which had some interesting purple inserts in
the bodice. It was strapless, and looked as thought it was an elongated corset. She had
matching gloves on. Her heels were of course high, and laced up the front. To her it was merely
another chance to get ready for me and perform. Nothing special in that. Nothing special that
is till I buckled a wide leather belt around her waist. Her wrists were fastened tightly to her
hips and secured with tiny padlocks. Reflexively she tested the device and found it incredibly
secure. It ought to be, it's made by a company to control hardened criminals in
maximum-security jails. It even comes with a remote control that I had pinned to the pocket of
my jacket. I pressed the button and she dropped to the floor of the bedroom, her teeth grinding
harshly, her whole body tensed with convulsions. Her back arched in an uncontrolled spasm that
lasted nearly 30 seconds. It was perfect, it completely immobilized her, and was excruciating.
"Do you like that Cunt it's made by a company called Stun Tech. They use them in jails to keep
the cons in line." She was still on the floor incapacitated. I bent over her body and drew her
skirt up to her waist exposing her helpless body. She had taken the time to moisten her cunt
with some baby oil, as was routine. I slipped in a medium sized vibrator and switched it on. I
filled her ass with a vibrating butt plug. We were going out on the town, and I decided to slip
a pair of panties on her. They was barely more that a string of material between her legs. But
it was enough to keep the buzzing plastic buried within her. I placed a blindfold over her
eyes, pulled her hair up past it and tightened it harshly around her head. Atop this I placed a
mesh veil around her head. It was crowning her and was simply too chic for words. It hide the
blindfold well.

I bundled Cunt into the Suburban for the drive into town. A chain, a foot in length made it all
but impossible for her to get in the vehicle by herself. She had largely recovered from the
50000 volts of current by now. The effects lasted nearly ten minutes. The club that I was
taking her to was in the downtown core. It was off the beaten path in an office area of the
neighborhood. For that reason it was reasonably deserted at this time of the night. Except for
those patron who were going to the club anyway. It was mere blocks away from the busy bar
section of downtown. Where more conventional party goers were to relieve stress in their own
manner.

Before we got there I made a little side trip to a burger joint I liked to visit now and them.
This time we were merely going to drive by it though. I stopped the truck and turned it off. I
had to remove her blindfold before I held up a pair of binoculars to Cunts eyes and held them
in the direction I wanted her to look. Eventually her eyes adjusted and she caught sight of
what I was pointing them at. It was a car from a security company. My security company, with my
newest employee Julie at the wheel. Then I moved the focus of her attention to the window of
the drive through of the burger joint. She started to shake and mumble. "Angela...Angela..."
The girl in the window was her Sister. I dropped the binoculars onto the dash and held up my
cell phone for her to see. "If you make one wrong move tonight. Try anything funny. All it will
take is a phone call, and Angela will be finished. Do you think you can remember that Cunt?"
She was desperate to convince me now, her head nodded and the placating words fell from her
pouty lips. They were mostly "Yes Darlings" and a few "I promise I'll be good." I was certain
that she would. I refastened her blindfold tightly around her head. And adjusted it till I was
certain that she could see nothing. Not even a sense of light through the soft leather.

It was a short drive to the club, through nearly deserted streets. Still I had to park the
truck nearly a block away. The was no one on the streets. I helped Cunt out of the curbside and
held her arm as we walked down the street. She was doubly hobbled, by her heels and be the
ankle chain that I bound her ankles together by. Short enough to keep her in line, but long
enough to allow a modicum of mobility. Soon we entered by the rear entrance and were soon
approaching the party through the kitchen. We stepped into the subdued party all but unnoticed.
There was a grand total of about 60 people here of so. The sexual balance was roughly along
gender with roughly equal male/female ratios. If you were a straight male you had to bring a
woman. If you were a lesbian you likewise had to bring a woman to get in. There was only a
single lesbian couple as far as I could tell. There were two homosexual male couples there so
the sexual ratio was a bit skewed to the male. Some sort of fetish wear was required to get in,
by at least one of the parties. So me and my Cunt were ok there. Most of the patrons were
sitting at small tables that looked as thought they had spent their former lives in a street
cafe. Some were milling about the bar, and still others were the typical wallflowers standing
scattered about the room. I had toured the place before coming this night. There was the
kitchen, a small room about 15 feet square that had been converted into a playroom with wall to
wall mattresses. A larger playroom that was upstairs, that had a bondage horse, and X cross,
and a table. All were covered in leather, so the poor subbie could not get too uncomfortable.
On the first floor there were a pair of washrooms that were often used for watersport scenes
when the joint was really hopping. Also on the first floor near the entrance was a small
cloakroom, that on nights like these was manned by a sub. On this night, the sub was a male, so
I kept my distance. Seeing a male in such a role is so counter to my worldview that it can
negatively affect my libido for days.

One woman, I think it was a woman was dancing on a small stage at the other end of the room
away from the bar. She was holding a dildo in one hand and a riding crop in the other. She was
kind of heavy, but she was moving to the music skillfully.

I found an out of the way table, sat down had Cunt kneel down beside me, pushed her head into
my lap, and considered finding Barry when he found me instead. We talked mostly into each
other's ears over the music. I could not resist.  "Hello Barry are you here with your wife?" He
was not too amused. "No, I am here with a friend." "Really, what is his name?" Poor Barry he
really doesn't have much of a sense of humor. "I've got everything ready for you upstairs just
like you wanted." "Good great work Barry. Say hello to Cunt here... you too do remember each
other I hope." Barry said hello to her, she recognized his voice as the man who had taken her
by the pool. "if there's nothing else then I think I might be leaving?" He was asking
permission. "Oh don't leave not yet anyway don't you want to stay for the show?" He bit into
his lip a little. "Alright I'll stay, but only for awhile." Cunt head was busy darting around
in my lap. She was listening to the room desperate to "see" with her ears what was going on.

The woman on stage had finished her 'act' whatever it was, and the Emcee of the evening walked
on stage clapping as he went. "Lets hear it for Anne, everyone." There was a smattering of
polite applause. I noticed that some of the more creative Doms were clapping with one hand
slapping on the rear, or other tender parts of their slaves. I suddenly found Anne's act worthy
of applause and joined in. "Is there anyone else who would like to give a demonstration?" It
was already late, and no one else made a move toward the stage, so I decided to. I pushed Cunt
off my lap and walked toward the stage dragging her behind me on her leash as I went. I
whispered my introduction to the Emcee, and he announced us. "Introducing Master Darling and
his slave Cunt."

I walked onto the stage and drew her up with me. There was a straight back wooden chair on the
stage that I sat down on. I pulled on the leash and she fell forward onto my lap with her ass
facing toward the audience. Her arms were still bound to her side by the Stun Tech binding. The
chain binding her ankles together was visible just beneath her long skirt.

"Good evening everyone. Tonight with your help I intend to give my Cunt a very special gift." I
was drawing her skirt up with my hands as I talked to the crowd. "She is so hot, let me show
you." By now her ass was fully exposed. "Tell everyone that you're a hot slut." She stammered
out the words in a whisper. "I'm a hot slut Darling." I pulled her panties aside, and the
vibrator in her cunt started to slip out. I pressed it back into her. "Could you speak up, I
don't think that everyone in the back heard you." She repeated her words, louder. "I'm a hot
slut Darling." This time the vibrator fell from her and clattered about the floor. I chided her
for this. "Sorry Darling." "You see how hot she is! She can't even keep this tiny dildo in her,
she needs to get fucked so badly." The members of the club were riveted on her ass. Her face
was facing away from the crowd and into the corner. I tugged harshly at her blindfold till she
had one eye exposed. "Read this card to the nice people." She struggled to focus on the 3 x 5
card that I held up for her to read. "My owner and I will be waiting in the upstairs playroom
for any and all Dominants who wish to use me." By the time she had finished reading I could
feel her start to tremble. I replaced her blindfold, making sure that it was on properly, once
again completely blinding her. There was nothing else to say. We made our way to the upstairs
playroom. Events such as this had occurred here before but they were rare, and the crowd was
stunned by the generosity of my offer.

Once in the playroom I pushed my blindfolded captive onto the device that was there. She was
bent forward at the waist, with her knees tied wide apart to the upright supports. Her chained
ankles were drawn upward. I had the device positioned so that her blindfolded face was toward
the door, to greet people as they entered. The walls of the room were covered in mirrors, so
anyone enjoying her could appreciate her from all angles. Her arms were still buckled to her
sides by the Stun Tech belt. But her gloved hands had some mobility. "You can still move your
hands to pull up your skirt cunt." Her long skirt inched its way up her long legs, inch by inch
in her trapped fingers till the tops of her stockings were first revealed to me, then still
higher till her high riding ass was exposed. I pulled the slender fabric of her thong
underpants aside and withdrew the plug that was in her ass. It came out with a pop, that was
matched by a groan from her lips. "I figure that your front is already sloppy enough for the
crowd, but your ass could use some preparation." I handed her the sticky butt plug, and the
vibrator that had been in her vagina, and was still on. "Hold onto these, and don't drop them."
She held the buzzing plastic in her fingers. I stepped behind her and drew her asscheeks apart
with my hands exposing my target. The plug had done its work well, and her sphincter was
relaxed, thought not too much I found when I tried to lunge into her in a single thrust. She
was resisting my entrance initially, but I easily overcame her and forced myself into her,
accompanied with a minor grunt of shock and surprise from her. In seconds I was enjoying my
ownership of her, and was easily penetrating her completely. I sawed in and out of her for a
few minutes content to take her anally at a leisurely pace. I wanted to test the rig she was
strapped to, and I quickened my thrusts till I was slamming into her as hard as I could. The
beams that supported us were nice and sturdy, though they did flex with the strain that I was
imparting on them. They were made up of 4 x 4 stock, with several coats of a hard black enamel
paint. It was strong and would hold up to a night of use. I wondered if cunt would prove to be
as durable. A pair of spectators had entered the room just as I had finished with her. I let
myself fall from her ass, and rubbed myself dry against her ass. After all the others would be
wearing protection. They would need all the lubrication that they could get if they wanted to
fuck her in her ass. I zipped myself up. And walked around my captive. I knelt down near her
face and kissed her, between the words. "Welcome to my slaves anniversary party Gentlemen.
Allow me to explain the rules. You can do pretty much anything you want to her except leave
permanent marks or kill her. Other than that she is all yours. Oh yes, you can't remove her
blindfold, you can fuck her in any hole you want, as long as you wear rubbers. Do you have any
questions?" Cunt was the one to speak. "Please Darling...only you." I ignored her and she kept
repeating "Only you." I tugged at her hair till she got the message and stopped her babbling.
The number of spectators had increased to three by this time. The man who had entered the room
first looked at me. "What is her safeword?" The poor fool. I had forgotten that these men
really believed that she was merely a play slave, rather than a real one. "She does have one
but you will never hear it. Isn't that right cunt." She quickly answered. "That's right
Darling." "Yup that's right she'll just obey. She'll obey all night long. After all she asked
for this night. I am just trying to be a good owner. Give the slut want she wants guys. She
more than ready for you all." Earlier I had Barry pre position a few items in the room that I
now went and got. BY the time I had returned to the middle of the room they had already started
in on her. A couple of the men were running their hands up and down the length of her body
running their hands down the length of her sides. Her strapless dress had by this time run down
her torso and her bare breasts were free and handing down from her body. They were straddling
the beam that ran the length of her frame, and were jutting downward toward the floor. I
pinched at her nipples till they were hardened and puffy. I attached the clips to them only
when they were full and could support the clips. The clips were attached to a length of
delicate chain that supported a bowl. The bowl was hand carved Maplewood. It wasn't too heavy,
I didn't think so anyway. Not even with the assortment of condoms that were in the bowl. "I
think that there are 20 or 30 rubbers in there guys. That ought to be enough for a while at
least." If you need more just come mention it and I get you more." There were some chuckles
from the men at that comment. The first man stepped forward, removed a condom from the swinging
bowl tore open the package rolled it on his erection and stepped behind her to take her. His
erection was not so large put it did have a wicked upward curve to it. He took her
conventionally slamming into her hard. Her hands still filled with the vibrator and butt plug
tensed and squeezed in frustration. She was utterly powerless to determine anything. Least of
all who entered her body. As he took her the condom filled bowl swung to the beat, increasing
her discomfort. Her crotch being occupied by the first man, was unavailable, but her face was
free to be used. It did not take the collection long to take advantage of this orifice. The
next man in line opened a condom from its package and placed the ring of the unrolled condom
into her mouth. His penis pressed against her slightly parted lips. "Use your mouth to roll it
on me baby." "Her names cunt." I interjected. He looked at me strangely, as though he was hurt
by her slave name. As though  her was offended. His gaze softened as his erection was enveloped
by her lips as they rolled the latex down his length. The two men taking her matched their
movements. Watching her being used it was to imagine that she had a single large cock running
through the entire length of her body. As thought she were a pig or other animal roasting on a
spit. After a few more minutes the first man in her came and removed himself, and the man in
her mouth seeing his chance removed his cock and moved behind her and took her. A packing order
developed from the anarchy. A man would get to the front of the line and get his condom from
the bowl. Then have her roll it on him, and wait to move on to either her vagina or her ass. A
few got so excited that they never made it from her mouth and pumped their cum into the rubber.
It was too bad that AIDS had made it so important to practice safe sex. I really would have
enjoyed seeing her body covered with the cum of dozens of men. But I wanted to keep her disease
free for my use even more. After all I had gone to a lot of trouble to capture her and create
the wretched creature who was being sexually devoured before me.

I watched her take a succession of men for the next half-hour or so. At first she participated
just enough to get the guys off to make her ordeal end that much more quickly. Toward the end
however she was essentially limp, a rag doll that the men used and came inside. Most me did not
last too long. One however did, and he all but took over the scene. When he dropped his pants,
he was enormous, John Holmes reincarnated. The last of the condoms in the bowl did not quite
reach the base of his erection. She noticed this as her face was nowhere near his belly before
the latex ran out beneath her lips. Despite her exhaustion she became aware of his size and she
was filled with apprehension and trepidation again. He walked behind her and lunged into her,
taking her conventionally. He made her beg for more of his cock, made her tell him she loved
the feel of it in her. While he was fucking her he told her he was going to finish off in her
rear. She could do nothing to prevent this. Except to plead with him not to. There was no
answer to her pleas. He kept up the pace of his fucking ignoring her. She must have squeezed
down hard on his erection to try and get him to cum in her vagina cause he mentioned how tight
she was getting. He pulled out from her front and prepared to fuck her in her ass. There was no
escape. She had only one hope left. "Please don't hurt me. Please do it slowly." He did too at
first anyway. I paid close attention as the massive length of him slide into her. She held
herself still as he took her anally. Another woman had entered the room. She was the slave of
one of the Masters in the room. She held Cunts head in her hands, and brushed her hair with her
hands. Murmuring soothing words into her ears. Several minutes passed before he groaned in
satisfaction having sank his length into her upturned rear. He kept himself still in her till
she began to breath with some normalcy again, and then he started the in and out movements. In
and out movements that built up rapidly in tempo till his hips were a blur in the muted light
of the playroom. A final shove, and a loud growl and he finished within her. I thought that she
would break free of the belt pinning her arms to her side. So hard was she pulling on them. But
the belt was strong it had to be to restrain a big con in jail. The condom was broken when he
withdrew, and her bowels were filled with his cum. Oh well, you try to be safe. Considering the
depth that he was inside of her it is not surprising that his fading erection was covered with
her shit. He chided her for this but did not make her clean him off. The woman who was soothing
my cunt moved to his penis and cleaned him up with her mouth. Obviously she was his. The show
being over I left and walked down to the bar to get something to drink. Some talk at the bar
was of the spectacle that had gone on upstairs. Her show had inspired several couples to find
quiet corners around the club to vent their lust but it had also caused an exodus of members
from the club who departed for more privacy. After about tem minutes of solitude "John Holmes"
came into the bar leading his slave girl and they walked right up to me. He  had a broad smile
on his face. "I've got to thank you man, that chick of yours it sure a great fuck. A lot better
than mine here." She looked suitably humiliated at being ignored and talked about in such a
manner. "I left some of the women working on her. I hope you don't mind?" I was shocked but I
assured him that I didn't mind a bit. In fact I wanted to watch some more. I was sure that she
wouldn't make any trouble, blurt out her name or anything like that. She had no way of knowing
whether or not I was watching her or not.

I found her on her back, with a woman sitting on her face, and another one between her legs.
The one between her legs was licking away at her, and also using the vibrator within her. She
was trying really hard to get cunt to cum. I noticed that she had the plug back in her ass, and
that her belly was a little distended outward. I asked discreetly of a man who was sitting on a
couch taking in the scene, and he explained that just before "John Holmes" had left he had
given her an enema, and plugged her to help clean her out. The plug had a hose going through
the hole in the middle of it and it was clamped off to keep the fluid inside her. She was
holding onto the end of the hose. The woman riding her face was getting more and more excited
by the actions of cunts tongue, but just as it looked like she was about to get off cunt turned
her head away from the bush that was grinding against her face. "Damn it she got it, already."
The woman riding her face said as she stood up from her. I could see that cunt had a condom
clenched between her teeth that she had fished out from the woman's vagina. The guy sitting
beside me asked the room. "Well anyone want it?" No one made a move to get it. All the guys who
were left were to fucked out to make it again. So I stepped forward and took my rightful place
within her. I even used the rubber, after all she had worked hard for it. She felt like the
Grand Canyon to my cock. No wonder there were no takers. Despite the pressure of the fluid in
her bowels she was inert beneath me. She must have been exhausted. It was like fucking a woman
who was asleep, or worse. I finished in her and sent her off to the bathroom to get cleaned up
with one of the two women. I followed her into the bathroom a few minutes later. There was a
woman chained up in the corner of the bathroom. She had her hands tied with rope behind her
back, and was tied to a urinal with the same rope. I checked the stalls looking for cunt, but
all four stalls were empty. I turned to the woman tied in the corner. "Where is she?" She
looked up into a corner of the room, there was a door with a tiny window above it that was
open. In front of the door a wastepaper bin was turned upside down. The woman kneeling in the
corner did not get to speak before I rushed over to the door. It was bolted closed from the
inside. It was an old fire exit that hadn't been opened for years. I pried the bolt down, and
kicked at the door till I forced it open. There was a Dumpster outside the window, to the right
side. If she had gotten out through the window, which was a miracle in itself, she must have
aimed for the garbage in the Dumpster. If only those stupid pricks hadn't untied her!

I checked the rest of the room and all I found of her was her blindfold, looped on a coat hook
inside on of the stalls, and the hose that had been inserted through the butt plug. My heart
was racing, I was sweating like I had just had an all night session with cunt. I ran back
outside and ran up and down the alley checking each way at the cross streets. I pressed the
remote for the Stun Tech belt continually, but I heard no reaction from her on the deserted
streets. I fell back against the brickwork of the alley, and slumped down to the ground till I
was sitting in the garbage and the filth. I had no idea where she had gone. She had
disappeared. God was I screwed now!




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