BDSM Library - A Weekend With Natasha and Rachel

Part 2 - The Setup

I was contacted by eMail about 6 months ago by this guy, some hotshot Hollywood producer. He was a little circumspect about what he wanted at first but he soon opened up, once he knew he could trust me. It seems he had been married to this bitch called Natasha for about 5 years. She was about 20 years younger than him and a real hot piece of ass. They had met when she was just 17 and had got married when she was about 21, making her around 26 by the time he asked for my help. He eMailed me her picture and as soon as I saw it, my dick got hard thinking about all the things I could do with her. She was about 5 5, light all over tan, shoulder length black hair, and a body to die for. She had amazing tits, 36 DD, and an ass that you wouldn't believe. She was hot with a capital 'H' and, according to the guy, the bitch knew it.

Now when a 40 year old guy marries a girl like that, he ain't deluding himself that she's in it for love. She's a trophy wife, pure and simple. But if that girl decides she's gonna hitch herself to a guy, no matter what her motives, and spend his money, drive around in his sports convertible and be seen on his arm at the Oscars, then she'd better be faithful and stick with that guy. It's disrespectful to fuck around with other guys when you're taking some poor schmuck for everything he's got.

And of course that's what this girl was doing: taking my client's money while fucking around with other guys. Basically, she was making my guy look like a fucking idiot. From what my client told me, it was common knowledge that she was sleeping around, bad mouthing him, making him a laughing stock around town. That's not good business in Hollywood. How the hell can you keep a $100m production on track when you can't even keep your wife in line?

And the best thing was she had a sister, name of Rachel, who was also pissing my guy off. You know the type: comes round all the fucking time sticking her nose into your business, encouraging your wife to spend your money, covering up for her, arguing with you, turning your wife against you, just really being a royal pain in the ass all the time. And just like Natasha, her sister was pretty hot too. Her tits weren't as big but she had a real cute face and a decent body. I could just imagine that girl looking up at me with her big brown doe eyes, pleading for mercy.

Call me a soft touch but we agreed a two-for-one deal! I love doing two gals together, and there's a particular buzz if they're sisters. I did a mother and daughter once. That was a blast: remind me to tell you about it sometime.

The keys to this business are 1) planning and 2) more planning. Ideally, nothing should be left to chance. Sure, you can't eliminate chance entirely but you can do your best to minimise any unforeseen circumstances. It takes me about a month to plan an operation once I get the git-go from the client and the first tranche of money has cleared my account. During that time, I follow the target around, see who she meets, what she does, where she goes, if she has a routine. It also gives me time to scope her out, think about what I want to do to her. It's no good planning lots of things to do with a girl's tits if she's flat-chested, for example. Also, by watching what she does and where she goes, you can get a pretty good idea what things would be the most humiliating and degrading for the target.

In this instance, my team followed Natasha for about 2 weeks. During that time, we got to know her pretty well. Firstly, it was clear she was a whore. Every other day, we spotted her with some other guy, going to hotel rooms, visiting houses, inviting the gardener inside the house and pulling the drapes across. Hell, once we even saw her being fucked from behind by the pool guy on the balcony of her bedroom when her husband was out earning cash for her to spend. It was clear therefore that a major element of our visit to her would have to concentrate on showing her what sort of things a real whore does.

Secondly, she cared a lot about her appearance. She was always going to hair salons and manicurists and gyms to get herself refurbished. Plus she loved shopping for clothes. Barely a day went by when she didn't buy a ton of designer labels from Rodeo Drive or somewhere like it. This meant that we had to treat her real trashy, mess her appearance up a little, treat her like a dog.

And thirdly, as I said before, she had the most amazing tits. It was only when you saw her in the flesh that you realised just how fantastic they were: real firm 36DD babies that jiggled just the right amount when she walked, straining against the thin cotton tops and dresses that she liked to wear. More often than not, she didn't wear a bra. And more than once, we watched her sunbathing topless by the pool and marvelled at the smooth brown orbs topped with wonderfully erect nipples that were exposed to our view.

She also spent a lot of time with her sister. We watched her too. She seemed a real bitch. She was married and we watched as the whore chewed out her husband over and over in public, embarrassing him, putting him down, making him feel small. Like her sister, the fact that she obviously despised her husband didn't stop her spending his money. We also watched her out walking her dog, a huge Great Dane, in the hills. Twice, she met some guy up there, tied the dog to a tree, and fucked this guy silly. I imagine the dog was real confused seeing this bitch on all fours being fucked from behind doggy-style like an animal. She was a real piece of work who obviously needed bringing down a peg or two. It was clear to me that what she needed was a real good dose of humiliation, preferably in public, to see how she liked it.

Thing was though Rachel wasn't initially part of the deal. But hey, we're nice guys. Sometimes we'll throw a freebie in out of the goodness of our hearts. And of course there was plenty more we could do when we had two bitches to mess with rather than just the one.

Once we had scoped things out, we needed to agree with the client the time and place. We told him about our thoughts about involving Rachel as well and he gave us approval. He thought that Rachel's husband, who was a good friend of his, would appreciate our work.

Timing and location is crucial. I thought a good long weekend would be sufficient. That would give us plenty of time to play with these tramps and for them to learn their lesson. I also decided that the best location for both the capture and the operation itself would be the client's home. It was a secure location and there was less chance of being caught in the act as it were. I have done snatches away from the target's home, like when they were out shopping or driving in their car, but even though the buzz you get from taking someone off the street is incredible, its much more dangerous. Also, you then have to go to the trouble of setting up a location to do the work itself which leads to more planning and more cost. In this case, the house was secluded and, from a review of the floor plans and photos of the house provided by the client, had a lot of possibilities.

I contacted the client and told him we wanted to do a home invasion scenario. He approved and arranged to be away the next weekend. However we also had to be sure that the targets would be more or less alone that weekend. I could imagine that Natasha would be out whoring herself all over town once her husband went away, and meeting guy after guy. So we set up an arrangement whereby she had to stay in the house all weekend.

The story we eventually agreed was that the house was going to be redecorated and that Natasha had to stay there to supervise the builders, and make sure they did what she wanted. We had judged our girl right. She agreed immediately. First of all, we figured that she would jump at the chance to spend our guy's money by redecorating the place, and secondly, we guessed that the thought of a group of hunky builders coming to her house just made her wet. I bet she thought she had just ordered a take out! My client showed touching concern for his wife by asking her to invite her sister over for the weekend so she wouldn't be alone. Naturally she agreed. Everything was set.

The last week before the operation is the most tense and the most difficult. First of all, I abstain from sex for that week. I want my balls full of cum for the operation itself. Its real difficult to keep from playing with myself during that last week because by then I've a pretty good idea what's going to go down and you just can't help fantasising about all the good times to come.

Also, that's when I pull together the full team. I have a couple of guys who help me with the operations. Each of them has different skills and different likes and dislikes. For this op, I decided on a team of 3 including myself. My first team member was Frank, an black ex-bouncer from East LA. His presence alone was enough to terrify most people into doing whatever we said. He was a good rope man and could hogtie even a struggling girl in 30 seconds or less. My other team member was Ted, a skinny little guy from Venice Beach. He was a real pervert. I didn't want to know the things that went on in his head though it was fun to watch him play out some of his ideas. I loved watching him make girls do stuff he'd found on the internet - it was a real turn on.

Oh, and by the way, Frank and Ted aren't their real names; those are just the names we use when we're at work. Just so you know, ok.

Thursday evening, I spoke to our guy to see if he still wanted to go ahead with it. The first tranche of money is non-refundable but I give the client the chance to call the operation off just before D-Day. Our guy was keen to go ahead. His wife had become more of a bitch over the past few days, and had even taunted him about him being inadequate in bed the night before. Bad mistake! I told the client to wire the second tranche to my account to arrive by midday Friday, and then gave him a brief outline of what we planned. He would get a detailed debrief, plus pictures and videos, after we had finished.

It was important for the client to know roughly what we were planning to do and for us to know what the client wanted. Some guys just want their girls humiliated and roughed up a little, with no sex. Others want the bitches fucked by as many guys as possible in as many holes as is possible and covered in as much cum as possible. Some guys have more specific demands about what they want done. Some of those can be fun but weird. You wouldn't believe some of the things some clients have wanted doing. Anyway, I outlined what we planned to do with our client's girls. It was the usual sort of package we offer: heavy sexual humiliation and degradation with no holds barred, except for the provison that our guy didn't want the girls fucked by all and sundry. Luckily, he agreed that me, Frank and Ted could fuck them but no-one else. That worked for me. Having outlined what we planned, our guy approved our ideas and threw in a couple of thoughts that we might want to consider. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

Friday, I checked that the monies had arrived. They had. I called Frank and told him to get the van ready. We were ready to roll.

Part 3 - Friday afternoon

I arrived at the warehouse at about 2 pm. Frank and Bill were there, checking the contents of the van. Everything looked good, real good. The sun was hot, it was a glorious day, and we were going to spend the weekend making two hot young chicks our sex slaves. Life was good.

We pulled onto the freeway around 3 pm and headed up towards the Hollywood Hills. The freeway was choked with traffic and smog hung over the city like a shroud. Already, I had an erection just thinking about what we were going to do. I looked back into the back of the van and saw Ted lovingly coiling and recoiling his rope, licking his lips in anticipation. We all had the feeling this was going to be a good one. We had a whole weekend to mess with these cunts and we were going to make the most of it.

It was about 4 when we started to rise up out of the city into the hills. The houses starting getting more glitzy and there were more security gates and fences. I smiled. The thing about security gates and fences was that not only could no-one get in but no-one could get out either. Once we were into the grounds of the house, those gals had no escape. They were trapped in our little world. We had even scoped out whether the house and its gardens could be seen from any of the surrounding homes or hills. It was lucky that these sorts of people valued their privacy. For the most part, we had total privacy. That meant we could do stuff outdoors. I loved outdoor play. There were so many possibilities.

It was around 4:30 as we approached the gates of the house. Frank pulled the van up in front of the gates and I got out and walked nonchalantly to the intercom. I pressed it and looked up, feeling the heat of the sun on my face. After a few seconds, the intercom crackled into life.

"Yes, what is it?" It was a female voice. She sounded suspicious.

"Decorators, ma'am," I replied, "You're expecting us."

"Ah yes," the voice replied, now sounding a lot more friendly, "We've been expecting you. Come on up."

The gates started to slowly swing open and I climbed back into the van. "Those sluts are gagging for it," I remarked to Frank as he steered the van up the driveway and the gates swung shut behind us, "I could tell from her voice."

Frank chuckled, "Bet they're all dressed up nice and sexy too, hoping to get a good fucking from some builders. Whores!"

I laughed. I would bet good money those tramps were getting all wet thinking about some nice muscular guys giving them a leisurely fucking all weekend. Well, tough shit baby, your dream has just become a nightmare.

We reached the house and Frank pulled the van up in front of the door. The door was open and standing in the doorway was Natasha, hoping to tempt some young stud into giving her some. She was wearing a white shirt, the top few buttons strategically unbuttoned to reveal her impressive tanned cleavage, tight blue denim jeans and calf-length leather boots. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Man, she was hot. As the van pulled up, she stepped out of the doorway and slowly, seductively, walked down the steps towards us, calling, "Hi boys."

"OK guys," I said, "Let's do it." Ted already has his ski mask on and it was only a matter of a second or two before Frank and I had slipped our masks on. Natasha was approaching the passenger side and hadn't yet seen the masks. Quickly I opened the passenger door and climbed out, pointing my gun at her. Natasha froze as she saw me, her mouth opening instinctively to scream.

"Not a sound, bitch," I hissed menacingly as I approached Natasha, gun held straight out pointing at her head. I could see her pretty brown eyes widen with fear and surprise as she took in what was happening. By now, Frank and Ted were out of the van as well. Keeping the gun pointed at Natasha, I waved to Frank to go in to the house and find Rachel. The capture was always the most dangerous part of the operation, the part where things could go wrong. For all we knew, Rachel had been watching what had happened and even now was calling the cops. Frank disappeared quickly through the front door, a gun in his right hand, whilst I kept a watch on Natasha.

I was now standing directly in front of Natasha, the gun pointed straight at her head. She was trembling and her eyes were wide with shock.

"Do you understand. Don't make a sound." I repeated and Natasha nodded her head. I watched as Ted disappeared into the house behind Frank.

"Get on your knees, whore," I snapped and Natasha fell to her knees in the driveway, her head lowered. I kept the gun pointed at her head and ran my fingers through her hair, chuckling quietly.

"How many people in the house," I asked, "Tell me."

"J...just one," she stammered, "M...my sister."

"Good." I looked down at Natasha, kneeling obediently in front of me. From this position, I had a great view down her heaving cleavage, her breasts moving up and down with each terrified breath. She looked good on her knees, I thought, just like a good slut should.

Looking up, I saw Ted appear in the doorway and give me a thumbs up. That meant that they had found Rachel and secured her.

Bending over, I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her face up so she was looking into my eyes. "Now listen cunt," I hissed, "I want you to do whatever I tell you to do and I want you to do it immediately. Do that and we'll get along just fine. Understand?"

Natasha nodded her head. "Good girl," I whispered, bending over further so that she could feel my hot breath in her face, "Good girl."

I stood up again, looking down at the trembling piece of fuckmeat kneeling in front of me. God, she looked fantastic. Sometimes, these moments were almost as good as the bits where you had the girl naked and helpless and were doing stuff with her. There was something so sexy and pure about a girl still fully dressed but completely in your power. So many possibilities.

"OK, glad we understand each other," I laughed, "Now, get on all fours and crawl into the house. MOVE!"

Natasha dropped on all fours and turned to crawl into the house. She looked so cute, crawling like a dog, her tight little ass wiggling in front of me, her tits dangling inside her shirt, her hair hanging down over her face. Following her, I couldn't resist giving her a playful shove with the sole of my boot on her ass, sending her sprawling to the ground. "Come on, doggie," I laughed, "Get up. Start crawling. I haven‘t got all fucking day."

Natasha lifted herself back on all fours and began to crawl up the steps into the house. Entering the hallway, I heard voices from a room up front and to the left. Waving the gun, I ordered Natasha to follow the sounds. Obediently, she crawled into the room.

We found ourselves in a large spacious living area with big glass doors that opened out into the pool area. Standing in the middle of the room was Frank pointing his gun down at Natasha's sister, Rachel, who was crouched at his feet on all fours, her knees under her body, hands flat on the floor, and with her head down on the floor. It was a nice position. Ted was wandering round the room, picking up ornaments curiously and making comments to Frank.

"Over there," I ordered Natasha, "Next to her and get in the same position." Natasha crawled across next to Rachel and crouched next to her. The two girls were now side by side at Frank's feet.

"She give you any trouble?" I asked Frank.

"Nah, nothing I couldn't handle," Frank replied, smiling, "She started mouthing off a little so I had to give her a slap and she soon shut up."

I laughed and slowly walked round the two girls, inspecting them. They were truly two fine pieces of ass. Natasha's ass was superb, a nice rounded peach of an ass like J-Lo's. If it hadn't been for her amazing tits, it would have been her best feature. Rachel's body was a little more difficult to appreciate fully in this position but from what I could see, her body was no disappointment. The fact that she was wearing a t shirt, now riding up to reveal the lightly tanned small of her back, a red knee length skirt, and heels showed her curves off to perfection. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders. I looked up at Frank, smiled and gave him the thumbs up.

I didn't say anything for what must have been 5 minutes, just walked slowly round and round the girls, watching them, occasionally tapping one of them on the ass with my foot, drinking in their fear. Eventually Rachel spoke, her voice trembling, "W...what is it you want?"

I leaned over, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her knees. Lifting my hand, I gave her a slap across her right cheek, already red from the slap that Frank had given her. I then threw her back down to the floor, ordering her back into the crouching position.

It was not until she was back in the position that I spoke, "Did I give you permission to speak? Lesson 1: you don't speak unless I tell you to. Lesson 2: you don't do ANYTHING unless I tell you to. Understand?" There was no response from the girls, now both trembling at my feet. "UNDERSTAND?" The girls nodded their heads and muffled "Yes"'s escaped from their lips.

"Good. I'm glad we understand each other."

Slowly I continued to walk round them, this time bending occasionally to let my hand stroke their hair, run down their back, over their round buttocks, feeling their warm tender flesh beneath their clothes.

After another minute or two, I went and stood next to Frank, still standing there pointing his gun at the two women. "OK," I ordered, "I want you to get up and sit on the couch in front of us, next to each other. NOW!"

The two girls got up and did as they were told, sitting facing Frank and I who were standing in front of them. They looked so pathetic sat there next to each other, looking up at us, wondering what was going to happen.

"OK, you," I said, gesturing towards Natasha, "What's your name?" It was important at this stage to let them think that I didn't know who they were.

"Na...Natasha," she replied hesitantly.

"Natasha," I smiled, "Nice name. Now stand up and come over here, Natasha. Stand in front of me."

Nervously, Natasha stood and walked towards me, stopping a few feet away. "Closer, honey," I said and she moved closer. "Closer. Closer." Natasha shuffled forward until she was standing right in front of me, her huge breasts almost touching my chest. I could smell her perfume and I breathed it in, closing my eyes. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gently turned her around so she was standing facing her sister still sat on the couch. "Good girl," I said, gently stroking her hair, "Now stand there. Don't move."

Frank and I walked round her and seated ourselves on the couch, one each side of Rachel. Ted walked over, carrying a holdall which he placed on the floor, and then balanced himself on the arm of the couch, also facing Natasha, standing nervously before us.

"What's your name?" I said, turning to the trembling girl seated beside me. "Ra...Rachel," she mumbled. "Another pretty name," I smiled, gently running my finger down Rachel's cheek, feeling her shiver as I touched her. Ted began to gently stroke Rachel's hair.

"Natasha's a very pretty girl, isn't she, Rachel?" There was silence. "Did you hear me, Rachel? I asked you a question. Please answer it." My voice, though barely above a whisper, dripped menace.

"Y...yes, she is," stammered Rachel. Ted patted her gently on the head as if she were a dog who had just fetched a stick. You need to reward sluts sometimes when they do well, after all.

"That's better," I said, "Now don't make me ask a question or tell you to do something twice again, Rachel." Rachel nodded her head, biting her lip nervously.

I'm in two minds whether its more humiliating to make a girl undress herself or to forcibly strip her. I guess it depends on the girl and the situation, and the mood I'm in at the time.

On the one hand, there's something empowering about kicking back on the couch and watching a girl slowly and reluctantly undress in front of you. They always take off their shoes first, slipping them off and then placing them neatly by their side. It's a delaying tactic, sure, but I let them get away with it. I love the pleading look in their eyes as they start to slowly unbutton the shirt, then seeing no mercy in my expression, lowering their eyes to avoid my gaze. They always pause when they're down to their underwear. I love seeing them standing there in their bra and panties, their arms crossed in front of them, tears trickling down their pretty little cheeks. But most of all, I love telling those bitches to keep going and watching them reveal their tits and pussy to me.

Having said that, I love walking slowly round a girl bound and gagged on the floor, fully clothed, and telling her exactly what I'm going to do to her, how I'm going to strip her naked and do what I want with her. You haven't lived until you've heard them cry and mumble behind their gags as the knife cuts through their clothing, and peel off the layers of clothing to reveal their nakedness.

Its a tough call which I prefer. Of course, when you have two gals to play with, the only decision to make is which one to strip yourself and which one to make strip for you. This time however, I was going to add a little twist: I was going to make Rachel order Natasha to strip.

"OK, Rachel," I continued, leaning over to speak quietly in her ear, "I want you to tell Natasha to take her shirt off for us." I smiled as Rachel's face blushed and an expression of horror passed across her pretty face.

There was a moment's hesitation from Rachel. "Rachel," I hissed, "Did you hear me?"

Looking up at her sister, standing nervously in front of us, Rachel spoke, "Na .. Natasha, t...take your shirt off, p...please."

Natasha's eyes opened wider and her mouth dropped open. Looking up at the girl, I motioned to Frank and he ran the barrel of the gun slowly down Rachel's cheek. "P....please," stammered Natasha, "N ...no, d...don't make me ...." Her words tailed off. Quite why these bitches think that you'll change your mind if they beg is beyond me. Don't they know that when they beg, it just adds to the fun.

"Tell her again, Rachel, that's a good girl," I whispered, "Don't make me ask again."

Rachel licked her lips nervously and spoke again, her voice cracking with nerves, "Natasha, I'm sorry. Please take your shirt off."

Sobbing gently, Natasha began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her bra-enclosed breasts and her hard flat stomach. Soon her shirt hung open and she slowly slipped it from her tanned shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Ted gave an appreciative whistle as he feasted his eyes on Natasha's glorious cleavage.

"Now the jeans and boots," I whispered to Rachel.

"Natasha," Rachel stammered, "Take off your jeans and boots."

Natasha's fingers fumbled with the buttons on her jeans. Slowly she bent over and eased off her boots, then lowered her jeans and stepped out of them. She now stood before us, clad only in a white lace bra and lace-trimmed white silk panties. The whiteness of the underwear formed a nice contrast with her tanned skin.

"Hands on your head, dear," I laughed, "Let's get a look at you." Natasha obeyed. She looked so cute, standing there in her bra and panties, hands on her head.

Standing up, I got a quick glance of Rachel. I could see the realisation of what was happening dawning on her and Natasha. It was clear we weren't here for robbery, though I guessed they were still clinging to that hope. Denial is a very powerful emotion. But deep down they knew we were here for something else, something far worse.

Slowly, I moved towards Natasha. I could see her tense as I approached. By now, she was beginning to feel exposed, helpless, vulnerable. Standing in front of three guys in just your underwear, you know what they are thinking. I saw her look over to Ted and swallow hard as she saw the unmistakeable bulge in his pants. I walked round Natasha, letting my hand touch her waist and run round the small of her back. Mmmmm, she looked delicious. I could see the little hairs in the small of her back, nice and fuzzy against her tanned skin like a ripe peach ready to be devoured. And I loved the way her tight little white panties clung to the curves of her round tanned buttocks. I let my finger slip under her bra strap as I walked round in front of her. Her eyes followed me as I walked in front of her, feasting my eyes on her heaving bosom. Looking at her flimsy white bra, I could see the large circles of her areolae and hard little nipples through the thin material. I lowered my eyes down over her flat tanned belly to her crotch, her dark bush visible through the cotton panties. This was one fine piece of ass!

Stepping back a bit, I ran my eyes up and down her body. "Open your legs a little wider, honey," I ordered. Natasha obeyed, shuffling her feet further apart, the stance accentuating the curves of her body and her breasts.

Walking back behind her, I gently stroked the back of her hair. I felt her trembling gently. Smiling, I nodded to Ted. Ted picked up the holdall, unzipped it, and emptied the contents onto the floor at Rachel's feet. I felt Natasha jump and saw the shocked expression on Rachel's face as they looked down at the items spilling out on the carpet: coiled lengths of white cotton rope; rolls of black duct tape; strips of white linen cloth; two ballgags; four pairs of handcuffs; a pair of scissors; a bag of clothespins and two pillowcases. The girls obviously had no trouble working out what these things were going to be used for.

I nodded again to Ted and he bent down and picked up a coil of white rope. Patting Natasha gently on the ass, I whispered in her ear, "Don't you think Rachel would look cute tied up, Natasha?"

"Y...yes," Natasha sobbed, the realisation of what was happening to her hitting with full force.

As we watched, Ted ordered Rachel to put her hands behind her back. Reluctantly she obeyed. Swiftly Ted wound the length of rope around first one wrist, then the other, twisting the remainder of the rope tightly around the cords linking Rachel's wrists, forming a pair of rope manacles. Tightening them up, I smiled as the pressure of her hands being tied forced Rachel's shoulders back, thrusting her pert little breasts forward.

Ted reached over and picked up another length of rope, repeating the bonds around Rachel's bare ankles. She was now sitting on the couch, helpless, bound hand and foot. Picking up a red ballgag, Ted held her head with one hand and forced the rubber ball into Rachel's protesting mouth. I could hear her muffled protests as the ballgag was tightened in her mouth.

"What do you think, Natasha," I said, "Don't you think Rachel looks really cute all tied up and gagged?"

Natasha nodded. She was right - Rachel did look damn cute, sitting there on the couch, her breasts thrusting forward, her red skirt riding up her thighs providing a glimpse of her black panties. Eyes wide, she moaned behind the gag, wriggling a little against her tight bonds. I just loved it when they wriggled. Bitches just can't help wriggling around when they're tied up, you know.

Natasha still stood trembling, hands on her head, in front of the couch. Walking round in front of Natasha, I gave her body another admiring glance.

"I love your tits, girl," I told her, "Let's have a look at them. Keep those hands on your head now."

Gently I eased Natasha's right tit out of the bra cup. I smiled as the 36DD breast popped out. I ran my hands over the tanned globe, letting my fingers run round and round the brown areola, and tweak the large nipple. Natasha moaned and closed her eyes, her head leaning back slightly, as I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. This bitch liked her tits being manhandled, that was for sure. Even when she was being threatened by three strangers, this slut couldn't help being turned on when someone played with her tits. What a whore!

Turning to the left tit, I eased that out of the cup and stroked it. Its so sexy seeing a girl with her tits sticking out of her bra, don't you think - especially when they are this big.

"Now then Natasha," I said after drinking in the sight of Natasha's exposed tits and Rachel bound and gagged still sat on the couch, "What do you think we should do with you?"

"P...please …." Natasha stammered before breaking down into sobs, her shoulders shaking causing her breasts to wobble.

"Please get me to strip naked," I interrupted, "Is that what you want?" Silence. The girl still hadn't got the message: all that beauty but shit for brains obviously.

I slapped her across the face. She yelped and cowered slightly in front of me. I was pleased to see a nice red mark across her pretty little cheek. "I said is that what you want, girl?"

"Y...yes," the terrified girl said, hands still on her head.

"Say it out loud so everyone can hear."

I could see the humiliation etched on her face as she spoke: "P..please get me to s...strip naked."

Frank laughed out loud and I watched as Rachel, sitting tied next to him, hung her head in shame and submission. She knew she would be next.

"Why do you think you should be naked, Natasha," I said, almost tenderly, running my hand over her skin, feeling her tremble, "Tell me. Is it because you are a fucking little whore who doesn't deserve to wear clothes? Tell me, Natasha."

There was a pause. Obviously she hadn't learnt her lesson. I raised my hand again to strike again and Natasha flinched, "P...please don't. I... I'm a fucking little whore who doesn't deserve clothes."

My cock was now hard and itching to be set loose on this piece of ass. I loved making women demean and humiliate themselves in this way. It was such a turn on. However there was still a long way to go before this whore had the privilege of being serviced by my cock. A long way!

"Well done, Natasha," I said, patting her on the head like a dog, " You don't deserve clothes. And you know, it'll be a long time before you wear clothes again. Tell me again what you need, honey."

"I...I need to strip naked."

"Well, OK, if you insist. Always willing to do what a beautiful girl wants. Get that bra off, bitch. NOW."

Settling myself on the couch next to the bound and gagged Rachel, I watched as Natasha lowered her hands and unfastened the bra. Slipping the shoulder straps off, she let the bra fall to the floor. Her beautiful breasts jiggled as she moved, her nipples erect.

I noticed a moment of hesitation. "And the panties, Natasha," I snapped. Reluctantly, Natasha rolled the panties down her legs, stepping out of them. Instinctively, she stood erect, her hands back on top of her head, exposing her naked body to our view. Ted laughed and clapped his hands as he drank in the sight of the naked and humiliated Natasha standing before us. I noted with amusement that Natasha had quite a hairy pussy, and that it might need to be shaved at some stage.

"Show us your cunt, you little slut," laughed Frank, "Get those fingers in that slit of yours and show us some meat."

Natasha slowly slid her hands down over her belly towards her pussy. Her legs were shaking. As she did so, I noticed Rachel avert her gaze and nodded to Frank. Frank grasped Rachel's cheeks in one meaty hand and forced her head round so that she was looking straight at Natasha, forcing her to watch.

We watched as Natasha slowly spread open her labia, her face flushed red with embarrassment. Gently she eased her fingers into her vagina, opening up her pussy for us to see. The red lips of her vagina glistened with juices. "Wider," laughed Ted and, her knees buckling, Natasha spread her lips open wider, the utter humiliation of this act etched on her face.

I stood and told Natasha to place her hands back on her head. She obeyed, her head bowed in submission. I motioned to Ted and he reached behind the couch and fetched a large duffle bag. I could see Natasha's eyes widen in alarm. I ordered Natasha to lower her hands down in front of her. She looked so fuckable standing there naked, head bowed, hair falling over her face, her arms pressed against her tits. Ted threw a coil of white rope to me and expertly I tied it around her wrists, forming rope manacles but leaving a long length of rope dangling free.

I knew from the planning phase that the living area had wooden rafters in it. Looking up, I tossed the rope dangling from Natasha's wrists up and over the rafter above her. Frank was now stood behind Natasha and grasped the end as it came over, pulling on it, raising Natasha's arms above her head. Quickly he secured the end of the rope to a heavy table, leaving Natasha stretched with her hands above her head in the middle of the room. The rope was so taut that Natasha was standing on tiptoes. I could see her ribcage standing out against the taut skin beneath her dangling breasts. Meanwhile, Ted had pulled a leg spreader out of the duffle bag and was fixing it to Natasha's ankles, fixing them 2-3 feet apart. Bending over, I picked up Natasha's discarded panties and holding them between thumb and forefinger, walked towards her. Taking her face in my hand, I forced her mouth open and shoved the panties in, filling her mouth with the silk underwear. Ted passed me a strip of white cotton and I tied that between Natasha's teeth, gagging her.

We stepped back to admire our handiwork. Natasha dangled helplessly in the middle of the room, completely naked, her hands tied tightly above her head, her pretty face framed between her arms, her legs spread wide apart, exposing her pussy to us once more, a gag tied tightly in her slutty mouth, drool dribbling down her chin.

“I think we've got their attention, don't you boys,” I said after a minute or two. Frank and Ted chuckled. It was such a turn on seeing these two strumpets tied up, one of them stripped of both her clothes and her dignity, the other knowing that soon she too would be naked and helpless and totally in our power. And now it was time to let these bitches know what we were here for and to get the real show on the road.

Frank and Ted settled themselves down either side of the bound and gagged Rachel. Ted had found a bottle of white wine during his brief search of the house and poured Frank, me and himself a glass. The girls didn't seem thirsty. Taking a glass from Ted, I began to slowly walk round the helpless and exposed Natasha: “Cheers, Natasha”, I said taking a sip.

As I paced round, I could see Natasha's eyes following me, wide with trepidation at what I might do. Standing in front of her, I took a large gulp of wine and swilled it round in my mouth. A smile played across my face. Then, suddenly, with explosive force, I spat the mouthful into Natasha's face. She flinched, the wine spattering over her face, dripping onto her breasts.

“Listen bitches,” I said, running a finger round Natasha's taut waist as the wine dripped off her face, “Here's what's going to go down. We've been watching you for a while and we know you're a pair of worthless sluts. You, Natasha, are a cheating little slut who fucks anything in pants.” I heard a muffled “no” from behind the gag and watched as a silent tear ran down her right cheek. “And you, Rachel, are a vindictive little bitch who needs taking down a peg or two.” As I spoke, Ted had his hand up Rachel's t-shirt and was fondling her tits, whilst Frank had a meaty hand up her skirt, no doubt stroking her pussy through her black panties. I suspected that Rachel was being “taken down a peg or two” as I spoke.

Every so often, I gave Natasha a good hard slap on the ass, making her body swing slightly. “So me and the boys thought that it was time you were both taught a lesson [SLAP], a real good lesson [SLAP]. This isn't a robbery. We don't want your money. We just want you. And as I hope is crystal clear at the moment, we are in control. We can do [SLAP] whatever [SLAP] we want with you [SLAP].”

Natasha's ass was reddening nicely as I continued and a pleasing little moan of pain escaped from behind the gag with each smack: “Now you know how in situations like this, people always say, ‘Do what we say and you won't get hurt.' Well, unfortunately, in this case, you are going [SLAP] to get [SLAP] hurt [SLAP] whatever happens. Maybe, however, just maybe, if you don't piss us off, you will minimise your suffering. Hell, a couple of sluts like you will probably like it.” As I said that, I began to rub my hand in Natasha's crotch, totally exposed by her outstretched legs. She moaned gently as I rubbed my hand over her slit, feeling the lips yielding to the touch of my fingers.

Looking over at the boys pawing at Rachel, I could see I had her undivided attention as well. I could see the whites of her eyes from where I was standing. Her skirt was now riding up her tanned thighs, revealing her black panties. I just loved the contrast of the white ropes against her tanned legs. It just looked so sexy.

I gave a gentle slap to Natasha‘s pussy as I continued, pausing only to wipe my fingers which were sticky with her cunt juices on her belly: “So we're going to do whatever the hell we want with you, ok. Let's get one thing clear. We have no respect for you whores whatsoever. You are just worthless pieces of fuckmeat here for our pleasure. Let me show you what I mean. Frank, you need a piss?”

Frank chuckled and stood up and began to unbuckle his pants. Ted stepped away from Rachel and reaching into the holdall, pulled out a video camera, and trained it on Rachel. I could see Rachel begin to wriggle, to struggle, shaking her head, muffled protests and pleas coming from behind her ballgag. Frank dropped his pants round his ankles and lowered his shorts, taking his engorged black cock in his hand. Next to me, Natasha tried to look away but I grabbed her hair, forcing her face up, making her watch what was happening to her sister right in front of her.

A stream of foul smelling yellow piss jetted from Frank's cock, striking Rachel on the forehead. Ted began to laugh real hard as the piss flowed down over her face, soaking her. The front of Rachel's t-shirt began to turn see-through and cling to her hard little body as the pee flowed down over her pretty face onto her chest. Her nipples became even more visible through the wet fabric. Frank began to aim his shower of piss over Rachel's nose. She began to cough and splutter behind her ballgag as the pee rained over her. After 15-20 seconds, Frank was done and slipped his cock back into his shorts and pulled his pants up. Rachel sat on the couch, soaked in piss, her face shining wet, her eyeliner starting to run down her cheeks, her t shirt sodden. She looked totally humiliated.

“See what we mean, girls,” I laughed, “You mean nothing to us. You are worthless whores to do with as we wish.” Ted was now holding up the video camera and showing the replay to Frank. He laughed out loud: “Outstanding” as he watched the piss rain down over Rachel once more.

“And just so you know, we'll be taking some pictures and videos of our fun here so everyone can see what a pair of sluts you are. And by the way, don't think anyone will be coming to help you like, for example, some builders. We've made sure of that. Any questions?”

I paused. There was silence. “Good, well let's begin then.”

I turned to Ted and motioned towards Rachel: “Strip her.”

Ted grinned and picked the pair of scissors up off the floor. He approached Rachel and waved the scissors in her face. I watched as her eyes followed them, the fear evident. Seating himself next to the bound and gagged girl, he swiftly cut the soaking t-shirt in half up the front, the tear falling open to reveal Rachel's pert 34B tits. Another two quick cuts on the shoulders and the t-shirt fell away, leaving Rachel naked from the waist up. Ted turned to me, smirking, “Nice tits, boss.” I nodded, “Yeah, we'll have some fun with those later.”

Looking Rachel in the eyes, Ted reached down and unclipped her red skirt, pulling it from under her and throwing it across the room. Rachel was now naked, except for a thin pair of black lace panties that left nothing to the imagination; her blonde bush was clearly visible through the flimsy material. Ted reached down and in one swift movement ripped the panties off the helpless girl, leaving a thin red welt around her waist. Rachel was now stark naked, still bound with her wrists tied tightly behind her, feet firmly fastened together, and a red rubber ballgag filling her slutty little mouth.

We now had the two sisters naked, tied up and at our disposal. There were so many possibilities. However, we had planned what we were going to do to the girls and it was important to stick to the plan in order to deliver the maximum humiliation and degradation to our victims, no matter how desperately we wanted to get them fucking and sucking us.

I motioned to Ted to remove the ballgag from Rachel's mouth. He unfastened it. It was wet with Rachel's spittle. Pausing only to wipe it on Rachel's tits and belly, he replaced it in the holdall. Rachel took a deep breath and licked her lips, dry from the use of gag.

“Thirsty, bitch?” Frank asked her and unwisely she nodded her head. Frank instantly threw the remains of his glass of wine in her face, causing her to squeal as the liquid stung her eyes. Rivulets of wine ran between her pee-stained breasts. Rachel hung her head in shame.

Swiftly, I approached Rachel and grabbed her hair, lifting her face up to mine. She was breathing quickly, nervously, the whites of her eyes showing her fear. Gathering a large gobbet of saliva in my mouth, I spat in her face and watched as the globules slid slowly down over her nose and cheeks.

I began to slap her on alternate cheeks: “Right [SLAP] bitch. You're going to do [SLAP] everything I say [SLAP]. Understand? [SLAP] UNDERSTAND? [SLAP]”

Red marks blossomed on the puppy fat of her cheeks. “Y…. yes. I…. I understand.”

SLAP! “And call me sir from now on [SLAP]. Understand? [SLAP]”

“Y..yes sir,” Rachel spluttered, her tone of voice like a little girl's. I loved it when they called me sir.

“Now get on the floor.” Saying this, I pushed Rachel off the settee and she fell hard onto her belly on the floor. How sweet her round little ass looked as she lay there face down, her bottom slightly raised, face against the carpet, with her ankles bound tightly together.

Bending over, I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and began to drag her towards Natasha. Rachel squealed as I tugged at her hair and slowly, painfully, she began to shuffle along on her knees as best she could with her hands and feet bound. “Come with me, bitch,” I snapped as I dragged her.

Soon we were at Natasha's feet. Pulling Rachel onto her knees, I pushed her face into Natasha's crotch: “Lick it, whore. Make your sister cum.”

“P….please ….” A despairing plea for mercy from Rachel.

“You ever ate pussy before?” I asked, bending over so my face was next to her's, “ I don't believe a tramp like you has never eaten pussy before. NOW LICK IT!”

Reluctantly, her body shaking, Rachel knelt in front of Natasha and started to half-heartedly lick Natasha's crotch. This wasn't good enough. Pulling her head back by her hair, I slapped Rachel across the face again: “I said lick her pussy, you stupid whore. Make her cum. Get your tongue into that slit.”

Rachel began to lick again, her tongue now running up and down Natasha's exposed and wide open slit. I watched as Rachel began to work Natasha's clit, expertly nibbling at it. I was right: this bitch had eaten pussy before! Despite her predicament, Natasha's eyes closed in ecstasy and she moaned, leaning her head back as Rachel's tongue lapped at her moistening vagina. I could see Natasha's nipples getting harder and more erect as her juices began to flow, and began to caress and rub her breasts with my hands. Rachel's head bobbed up and down as she licked Natasha's moist red slit, slurping like a real slut. I could see Natasha's body begin to pull against her bonds and her knees try to buckle as she approached orgasm, her body flushing. Moans escaped from behind her gag and spit trickled down her chin. Rachel was doing a fucking good job on her sister.

Rachel now was also beginning to moan slightly as she tasted her sister, now almost ready to cum. Just as I thought Natasha was about to cum, I grabbed Rachel's hair and pulled her head away from Natasha's cunt, her face smeared with Natasha's juices. Behind her gag, Natasha moaned, desperate to cum, her body wriggling, her head tossed back, eyes closed. I let her suffer for a moment and then thrust Rachel's face back into her sister's sopping pussy. It only took another few laps of Rachel's tongue and I saw Natasha's body shake with an orgasm. Juices trickled down her thighs and she swayed from the ropes as the orgasm rocked her and then subsided, leaving her breathless, hanging limp from the rafters. The fucking whore had cum from being tied up, humiliated and licked by her sister: what a dirty little tramp she was.

Rachel was still kneeling at her sister's feet, her face flushed red, smeared with piss, wine and cuntjuice. Her blonde hair hung limp over her face and shoulders. I was not finished with her yet though.

“Turn around,” I ordered, “Face the couch.” Rachel shuffled round on her knees so that her back was to Natasha and she was facing Frank and Ted, now sat on the couch rubbing their crotches through their pants, watching the girls' torment. “Lean back on your legs,” I commanded and Rachel slowly leaned back, supported by a helping hand from myself, so that she was resting with her bum on the back of her legs and the weight of her body was supported by her arms and bound wrists. The stance made her back arch and her perky little tits stand proud. Rachel's face was now right underneath the ‘V' of Natasha's spreadeagled legs. From where she was, looking up, Rachel had an excellent view of Natasha's exposed pussy and asshole. Natasha's magnificent 36DD tits loomed over her.

Standing close to Natasha, her face still flushed and sweaty from her orgasm, I licked her cheek, tasting her humiliation in my mouth. Then, stepping back, I said, “OK Natasha, I want you to piss on your sister. You Rachel, I want you to catch that piss in your mouth. And you'd better not lose a drop.”

I could see the shock on Rachel's face and the silent begging for mercy in her eyes. Natasha began to shake her head back and forth and a desperate muffled “Nooooooo” escaped from behind the gag. It seemed these girls just weren't listening. I slapped Natasha across her left tit, making her body sway against the ropes: “I won't tell you again, cunt. Piss on your sister. And you, Rachel”, bending down to speak to her, “Mouth open, tongue out, drink that piss.”

We watched as Natasha's body tensed and a stream of piss came from between her pussy lips. Kneeling beneath her was Rachel, her mouth wide open, her tongue sticking out, curving over her bottom lip. We laughed as the pee flooded into Rachel's mouth. She began to cough and splutter as her mouth filled, piss spattering out over her cheeks as the shaft of pee splashed into the pool gathering in her open mouth. We could see her throat moving as she gulped down the flood of piss enveloping her. Eventually Natasha was done and Rachel gasped for air, gulping down the last of the piss, coughing as she did so.

“Good girl,” I said, patting Rachel on the head, “Did you enjoy that?”

“Y…yes sir,” spluttered Rachel, now back on her knees, head bowed in humiliation, “Thank you, sir.” Very good: this girl was learning.

I nodded to Ted and he got up and left the room. I was looking forward to this part of the plan. “Now then, Rachel,” I said, almost lovingly, “You've been a good girl, done what we asked, drank down all that piss. Let's untie you, shall we.”

“Y …yes sir. Thank you sir.”

I motioned to Frank and he walked across to Rachel and began to untie her hands and feet. Soon she was free, standing naked before us, rubbing her aching wrists and ankles. Grabbing her arm, Frank moved her across to the coffee table in front of the couch. “Lie down, face up, “ he commanded.

Rachel's respite from bondage was shortlived. Taking her legs, Frank tied each one to the leg of the table, leaving her spreadeagled uncomfortably on the cold marble table, her legs spread wide open exposing her pink little pussy. Frank then tied her wrists in front of her, and lifted her arms up and over her head so that her arms lay either side of her head with her elbows bent down, and secured her bound wrists halfway between the table legs with ropes to each leg. Rachel was helpless once more, lying face up, bound and naked on the coffee table.

I walked across to the table and looked down at her, the bulge in my pants all too evident from Rachel's angle. She looked very fuckable, tied like that. I watched her with relish as Frank set up the video camera so it was pointed at her and switched it on.

“Now then, as a reward for being such a good little slut, since your sister has cum, its only fair that after all that work, you should be allowed to cum, don't you think.”

Fearing the worst, Rachel stayed silent, moving her head from side to side, trying to see what would happen. Behind me, Natasha watched helplessly.

“Just one problem though,” I continued, “Your whore of a sister is all tied up over there and can't give you a licking, and don't think any of us are going anywhere near that dirty cunt of yours unless ….”

I paused theatrically, “Frank, pass me that bottle”, pointing into the duffle bag.

Frank leant over, reached into the duffle bag and handed me a large bottle of chocolate syrup. I unscrewed the top, waving it under Rachel's nose so she could see what it was. “Maybe this will make your cunt a little more palatable,” I said, tipping the bottle upside down and squeezing thick globules of chocolate syrup onto her blonde pussy.

Rachel squealed and writhed against her bonds as the sticky black syrup oozed over her crotch and spattered on her belly. She looked so silly, lying there naked with her vagina covered in chocolate syrup.

I looked down at her disdainfully, “Nah! Still don't fancy that even if it is covered in chocolate. What about you, Frank?” Frank grimaced and shook his head, “No way.”

“Oh dear,” I continued, “How are we going to give you your reward. Let me think …… Ah, I believe my friend Ted has the solution.”

Hearing his name, Ted made his entrance - and what an entrance it was. I watched as Rachel's eyes widened and she screamed, thrashing her head from side to side, bucking against her bonds, making the table shake as she tried to escape. Natasha began to tug at her bonds, wriggling about on the rope, moaning, squealing behind her gag. The reason for this reaction was simple: Ted was not alone when he entered the room. Trailing behind him on a leash was Rachel's Great Dane dog.

“Noooooo,” screamed Rachel, “Pleeeeeease noooooo.” “Shut that bitch up, Frank,” I said and he reached over and stuffed Rachel's torn black panties into her mouth and placed a strip of black duct tape over her mouth. That shut her up, though she still continued to thrash around and strange muffled screams emanated from behind the tape.

Ted led the dog up to the table. It could smell the chocolate - and maybe something else besides; its ears pricked up and it began to slobber, licking its lips with its huge tongue.

“Time to cum, Rachel,” I laughed. Ted led the dog up between Rachel's legs. Instantly it buried its muzzle in Rachel's crotch and began to lick hungrily at her chocolate-covered snatch. The sound of the slurping and lapping was unbelievable: it was really enjoying this. The video camera whirred in the background. I laughed as Rachel's eyes widened with shock as she felt the dog's big wet tongue begin to lick her, and she thrashed her head from side to side, arching her back against the bonds tieing her down.

Against her will, she began to moan as the dog lapped hungrily at her pussy lips, now swollen from the stimulation from the dog‘s rough tongue. Its big red tongue licked at her thighs and her belly, covering her crotch. I tipped some more chocolate sauce over her moist red lips and the dog continued to lap hungrily at it. She was starting to cum, I could tell. I could only imagine the total humiliation and degradation that she was feeling: being given cunnilingus by a dog AND being filmed at the same time. The duct tape began to work itself loose as Rachel moaned and groaned, and her skin became more and more sweaty. “Oh God, Oh God,” I could hear her muffled moaning as she came closer and closer to orgasm. I saw the dog turn its head slightly, working its tongue deep into her vagina, licking at her now swollen clitoris. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she squealed and came violently, her body straining against the ropes, her nipples erect and hard. She must have come continually for at least 15 seconds as the dog continued to lick at her.

Motioning to Ted, he pulled the dog away. It was obviously excited, pulling against its leash, eager for the taste of more chocolate syrup and pussy.

I looked down at Rachel, her black panties sticking out of her mouth, her body flushed, breathless, red marks on her crotch where the dog had licked her skin, drool and chocolate sauce smeared all over her lower body, still tied helplessly to the coffee table.

“Better clean her up, Ted,“ I said and Ted walked to the coffee table, unzipping his pants as he approached. Ted stood at the end of the coffee table next to Rachel's exposed and abused pussy. Getting his erect cock out, he aimed it at her crotch and let loose with a warm stream of piss. It showered over her pussy, washing the streaks of chocolate syrup and drool away. A pool of warm yellow pee formed on her belly round her navel and trickled down between her legs onto the coffee table. Rachel was moaning again with despair and humiliation. Her eyes showed resignation and defeat. In only an hour or so, we had turned this once proud woman into a piss covered slave who had just been licked to orgasm by a dog. It was a good feeling.

“God, girl,” Ted laughed, “You stink of piss.” Frank and I joined in the laughter. It was such a turn on to degrade a prime piece of meat like Rachel - and know that we still had another two days to play with her.

I was aware that we had been neglecting Natasha during all this time. Natasha had watched Rachel's continuing debasement with horror and knew that the same - or worse - was in store for her very soon. How right she was.

Turning away from Rachel, I turned my attention to Natasha. Slowly, menacingly, I approached her, looking deep into her eyes. “Your turn now, honey,” I hissed. Ted turned the still running video camera onto Natasha.

“Any of that chocolate syrup left, Ted?” I asked as I walked round the helpless girl. “Sure,” he replied, handing me the half-empty bottle. Looking Natasha straight in the eyes, I dipped my finger in the bottle. Pulling out a blob of chocolate syrup, I sucked my finger, “Mmmmmmmm.”

Dipping my finger into the sticky syrup again, I pulled out another large gobbet of the viscous chocolate sauce. Slowly, carefully, I wrote the word “WHORE” in big chocolately letters across Natasha's taut belly; “Just to remind you what you are, honey.” I used another blob of chocolate to write “SLUT” on Natasha's forehead, finishing off by leaving a big splodge of dark sticky syrup on her cute little nose. “Get a photo of this, Ted,” I said and Ted stepped forward with the digital camera and clicked off a couple of shots.

Taking the camera, I lifted the viewfinder up to Natasha's face and showed her the humiliating pictures: “Don't you think you look cute, babe, all tied up and sticky.” Natasha's cheeks flushed red with shame as she saw how stupid she looked in the pictures: just a cheap and nasty bondage slut being humiliated and abused.

I grabbed both her breasts in my hands and squeezed. They were quite a handful. The firm young flesh felt good as I kneaded them, pushing them up, pulling at them. Natasha moaned as I played with them, tweaking at the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Keeping my eyes on her face, I bent over and flicked her right nipple with my tongue and then slid it between my teeth. Biting down, I tugged at the nipple with my teeth, causing a squeal of part pain, part pleasure to escape from behind Natasha's gag.

“Did you enjoy watching your sister being made to cum by a dog,” I asked, “Do you wonder what it was like?” An animal moan escaped from behind the gag and Natasha began to shake her head back and forth, wriggling and writhing against the ropes.

Taking the bottle of chocolate syrup, I squeezed large blobs of the sticky syrup over each of Natasha's breasts, followed by a trail of chocolate down her belly and over her crotch. A thick layer of the chocolate sauce now covered her tits, torso and cunt.

Ted approached with the dog, still straining against the leash. Natasha struggled helplessly as it jumped up, wrapping its legs around her and began to hungrily lap at her breasts. Soon Natasha's breasts were being cleaned of syrup and I noticed that the little slut's nipples were getting hard from the friction of the dog's tongue. Dropping onto all fours, the dog licked up and down her belly and then began to hungrily lap with its large tongue at the layer of chocolate syrup plastered over Natasha's cunt. Natasha moaned and wriggled as the dog's flicking tongue lapped at her pussy lips, rubbing against her clit. Like the slut that she was, she involuntarily thrust her crotch forward, aching for more stimulation against her hard little clit.

I could tell Natasha was getting close to orgasm from the way she leaned back, the way her waist twitched and wriggled, and the way her eyes were closed in ecstasy. I motioned to Ted and Ted pulled the dog back and took it out of the room. There was no way I was going to let Natasha cum again so soon after her first orgasm.

Frank passed me a coil of white rope and I stood back, planning what I was to do. I looped the middle of the rope twice around her waist just below her tits and tied it tight. Taking each end of the rope, I ran each strand up between her tits and over her shoulder, passing the ends back in front of her. Grabbing her left tit in my hand, I began to wind one end of the rope round and round the base of her breast, causing it to balloon out and begin to turn red as the circulation was impaired. Natasha shook her head back and forth, moaning, as she felt the rope bite. After a few turns, I looped the other end of the rope up round her neck and shoulders and then back down around her other breast. Soon both breasts were tightly bound, sticking out like domes. I then tightly tied the two ropes together between her tits to hold them fast, passing the free ends back over Natasha's shoulders. Crouching down, I passed the two strands of rope between Natasha's spreadeagled legs. Carefully, I tied the two ropes together with a large (and I hoped uncomfortable) knot just where they would cut into her pussy when I lifted them up. Pressing the knot into Natasha's slit, I then pulled the remainder of the rope up over her shoulders again and tied the ends tightly to the rope tied around her waist at the back.

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. Natasha's tits were now tightly bound, causing her, I could tell, from her wriggling and whimpering, some discomfort. Also, the way I had tied her meant that any movement by her, particularly an arching of the back or a slight stretching, meant that the knot in the rope dug into her sensitive and moist little slit.

Moving directly in front of her, I placed both hands on her ballooning tits and roughly squeezed them. Natasha yelped from behind her gag. Holding my hand out to Frank, he passed me a small hand whip comprising a thick leather handle and a number of leather strips at the business end. I let the leather strips run over Natasha's breasts, causing her to squirm.

“Time for your punishment, bitch,” I said as I stepped back and whipped Natasha across her left boob. The strips left pleasing red marks across her tit. Then the right boob, then the left one again. I whipped each tit ten times, causing Natasha to struggle and squeal with each strike, hanging from her wrists and dancing around like a marionette. I then began to whip her pussy. The screams and writhing increased as the whip cut across her sensitive lips and the knotted rope bit into her pussy with each movement.

Meanwhile, Frank had walked behind Natasha with another similar whip and was thrashing her exposed buttocks. Blow after blow rained down on the helpless slut's sensitive flesh. Soon her tits, crotch and ass were criss-crossed with red streaks.

Ted approached carrying a box of clothes pins. Smiling at the sobbing slut before me, I took a clothes pin and rubbed my finger round the sensitive nipple of her left tit. It was soon erect. Slowly, I took the clothes pin and let the jaws close on the flesh of her nipple. Another squeal escaped from behind the gag, now wet with spit. I placed another clothes pin on the other nipple. It looked good: the two clothes pins stuck straight out on Natasha's swollen jugs.

Crouching in front of Natasha, I took another clothes pin and probed her pussy with my fingers, seeking her swollen pussy lips. Slowly, I attached the clothes pin to her sensitive labia. A long drawn out wail came from behind the gag. Another clothes pin on the labia on the other side of the rope also produced a similar and equally pleasing reaction.

Natasha was now writheing and wriggling on the end of the rope with a mixture of, I guessed, pleasure, pain and abject humiliation. I nodded to Frank and he began to whip her ass again, making her thrash around even more - and the video camera was capturing every glorious moment.

Ted meanwhile had not been idle. He approached, carrying two lit red candles. Natasha's eyes flashed with terror as he approached with the naked flames. Holding them together horizontally, Ted passed them to me. Wax was starting to drip from the ends of the candle. Holding them a few inches above Natasha's tits, I let the wax drip onto her exposed breasts. I watched as the hot wax congealed in spots on Natasha's tits. Soon, her tits were splattered and streaked with red wax. Any sign of rebellion had long since faded from her eyes. She too had resigned herself to her fate as a sex slave to the three of us.

It had been an intense hour or so. Both girls had been stripped, tied up and humiliated. We had broken them, made them realise there was no escape, and that we could do any perverted thing we wanted to do with them. The first phase was just about over - and right on schedule. We now needed to take things up a notch and see just what this pair of sluts could take.

Part 4 - Friday night

The sun was setting and the room starting to get dark. Standing by the pool, sipping a cocktail, I looked out over the lights of the city. It was a beautiful evening. On the table beside me were the remnants of the meal Frank, Ted and I had just enjoyed. Even though he was a hell of a pervert, Ted was a damn fine cook and had rustled up something real special from the food he had found in the kitchen.

I noticed that Frank and Ted were over on the other side of the pool, fooling around on the lawn with a Frisbee they had found. Rachel's Great Dane was joining in, barking, jumping around and having a great time.

Taking a final lungful of the crisp clear air, I stepped back into the house. Both the girls were where we had left them. Natasha still hung bound and gagged from the ceiling by her wrists, her tits constricted by ropes and covered in dry wax, a knotted rope biting deep into her slit, itself still wet and sticky from chocolate syrup and the attentions of the dog, her legs kept painfully in a wide-V shape by a leg spreader. And Rachel: Rachel still lay naked and gagged on the coffee table, cruelly exposed, in a pool of chocolate syrup, dog drool and piss.

I looked back out at Frank and Ted still playing around outside in the fading light. I sighed: Time to get back to work. I called out to the guys and watched as they trudged slowly back indoors.

We all sat down on the couch and relaxed, admiring our handiwork, making a few obscene comments about our captives now and then. “These girls look kinda messy, boys,” I said after a while, “Guess its time to clean ‘em up and have some more fun. Take ‘em out by the pool and get ‘em cleaned.”

Frank and Ted stood up, each grabbing one end of the coffee table to which Rachel was still securely tied. With difficulty, they lifted the table and half-carried, half dragged the bound girl plus table out of the glass doors to the pool area, grunting and swearing as they did so. Returning to the living area, Ted untied the rope from the other table in the room, letting the rope holding Natasha's arms over her head slip back over the rafter. Natasha's body, exhausted from being suspended for so long, went limp and, and unable to stand properly anyway because of the leg-spreader, she part collapsed into Frank's arms. Frank let Natasha fall forward slightly and her arms fall in front of her, and he and Ted each grabbed her under an armpit. They then half-carried the still bound and gagged girl, her legs still spread wide open, out to the pool area, her feet dragging on the floor. Out in the pool area next to Rachel, the rope was slung over a beam passing over part of the sun deck and the guys fixed Natasha back in the position she had been in the living area with her arms tied high above her head.

I followed Frank and Ted outside. “Lovely evening, ladies,” I said, “Hope its not too cold out here for you.” It was still warm but getting colder, and I could see the effects of the colder air on the girls' bodies: goose bumps, erect nipples, slight shivering.

“Now let's get you dirty girls cleaned up, shall we?” I continued, “Frank, will you do the honors?”

Frank picked up a long green garden hose and turned on the tap. Placing his hand under the stream of water, he tested the temperature, “Give me a minute or so, boss. Just want to make sure its cold enough.” Ted sniggered at the thought as he set up the video camera to capture the girls‘ further humiliation.

Walking over to Rachel, I ripped the duct tape off her face and pulled the spit-soaked panties out of her mouth, throwing them to one side. Meanwhile Ted removed the gag on Natasha. I wanted to hear them scream when Frank cleaned them off. The house was in a remote location so it was unlikely anyone would hear the girls scream, and anyway it would be a buzz.

“OK boss, stand back,” said Frank, obviously pleased with the temperature of the water. As I stepped back, Frank turned the water pressure up and placed his thumb half over the nozzle so that a concentrated stream of icy water jetted with some force out of the hose.

Frank approached Rachel and aimed the jet at her crotch. Rachel squealed loudly as the ice cold water splashed over her pussy. She began to writhe and wriggle, squealing and screaming all the time, “Oh God, Oh God, aaaeeeeeeeeee, oh oh oh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, oh oh, predecease, ahhhhhhhhh.” The freezing water gushed over her pussy and belly. After 30 seconds or so, Frank removed his thumb from the nozzle and the jet of water streaming over Rachel ceased. Rachel lay shivering on the table in a pool of icy water, breathing heavily, recovering from the cold blast of water she had been subjected to.

Now it was Natasha's turn. Standing back, Frank placed his thumb half over the nozzle and aimed it at Natasha, hanging naked and exposed in front of him. A pleasing wail of discomfort was wrenched from Natasha's mouth as the jet of icy water struck her stretched and exposed pussy. Such was the force of the blast that the two clothes pins still attached to her vaginal lips were knocked clean off. She began to thrash around on the rope, squealing like a stuck pig all the time, as the water gushed over her. Slowly, Frank moved the stream of water up over her belly and then over her tightly bound breasts. The clothes pins bounced around as the water jet knocked them back and forth. Frank aimed at Natasha's face, stifling her screams a little. Thrashing her head back and forth, Natasha screamed and squealed as the cold water jetted in her face and ran down her body in rivers. After about a minute of moving the icy jet up and down her naked body, Frank passed the hose to me.

I walked closer to Natasha, her body dripping in rivulets of the icy water. Placing my thumb over the nozzle, I produced a concentrated strong jet of cold water. Standing close to the helpless girl, I carefully aimed the jet at Natasha's stretched pussy and ran the icy stream up and down her exposed lips. Natasha's moans and squeals increased as the icy water stimulated her clit. Her breath was coming in short sharp sighs, and with each outward breath, she gave a breathy orgasmic moan as she got nearer and nearer to cumming. I wasn't going to allow this slut the pleasure of cumming though.

As she approached orgasm, I switched the hose off and stepped back. The only sound was the pitiful whimpering of Natasha, now thoroughly soaked, the water still dripping off her nude body, wriggling around on the rope, desperate to cum.

“Do you want to cum, you piece of trash?” I asked her.

“Oh please, sir,” the cumwhore moaned, “Pleeeease. I need to cum so bad. Pleeeeease. Oh pleeeeease, make me cum.”

Frank, Ted and I just burst into laughter, seeing this sopping wet little whore bouncing around on the rope, grinding her crotch up and down in a desperate attempt to rub her swollen clit and cum.

“What a fucking tramp,” Ted said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah,” agreed Frank, “She needs to be taught a lesson, don't you think?”

“I couldn't agree more, “ I replied, “OK boys. Cut that bitch down, untie the other one and bring them to me.”

Frank moved towards Natasha and Ted towards Rachel. Frank unfastened the leg spreader; Natasha stretched and flexed her legs in relief as the bar was removed. Then he untied the rope holding Natasha's hands above her head, allowing Natasha to fall to her knees in exhaustion, her hands still tied in front of her, her tits still painfully bound in rope with clothespins attached to her nipples, and the knotted rope still biting into her cunt.

“Make sure she keeps her hands away from her pussy, Frank,” I called, as Frank untied Natasha's wrists, “We don't want her making herself cum.”

“Get on all fours, you worthless fuck,” ordered Frank and Natasha wearily obeyed. She looked so helpless there on her hands and knees, her naked body bound tightly in rope, tits dangling, wet hair falling across her face.

Meanwhile Ted untied Rachel, his hands running lasciviously over her naked body as he did so. Once untied, Ted also ordered her onto her hands and knees. Rachel obeyed and knelt on all fours, breathing heavily.

The two girls were now next to each other on all fours, heads bowed, dripping water onto the floor. The guys then attached leather dog collars around the girls' necks and clipped leashes to rings on the collars. Frank and Ted then gave the leashes sharp tugs and headed back indoors to where I was waiting, sitting on the couch, sipping some red wine. The girls obediently crawled on their leashes behind the boys like obedient puppy dogs. I grinned as I watched them crawl, their boobs swinging seductively, their heads bowed in submission.

Frank and Ted seated themselves on either side of me on the couch, still holding the leashes. The girls were now on all fours in front of me, Rachel to my left and Natasha to my right. A video camera whirred to one side, filming what was happening.

“Kneel,” I ordered, “Hands on head.”

The girls obeyed. They looked so vulnerable and exposed kneeling there in front of us with their hands on their head. Natasha's tanned skin glistened with water from the drenching she had been subjected to earlier, her tits crimson red from the ropes constricting them. Light red welts criss-crossed her tits, belly and crotch, the remnant of the whipping she had received earlier that day. Her dark hair hung dank onto her shoulders. The clothespins on her tits jiggled as she moved. Despite the soaking she had received, wax blobs still clung to her bulbous breasts. Her pussy was red and moist and she squirmed slightly as she knelt, obviously still aroused, trying to stimulate herself with the knotted rope like the slut she was. The expression on her face was one of abject submission and humiliation.

Rachel, like her sister, was totally naked, her skin shining and wet from the earlier soaking. Streaks of eyeliner ran down her cheeks. Her pert breasts jutted out as she arched her back, the nipples hard and erect. The moist red lips of her warm pussy were clearly visible in her blonde pubes. She bit her lip nervously as she waited for our next move, hands placed submissively on her head.

“Look at them,” I sneered, “Sitting in front of us on their leashes like the dogs they are. Bark for us, puppies. Show us what bitches you really are.”

Natasha and Rachel began to make barking noises: “Woof, woof, woof.” It really was pathetic what we could make these whores do. It was difficult to stifle our laughter.

“Natasha, what are you?” I said after listening to them bark and whine for 30 seconds or so.

“I'm a dog, sir.”

“You can do better than that, Natasha,” I said, “Come on, use your imagination. You know the sort of words to use.”

“I'm a dirty filthy little bitch, sir,” the embarrassed little slut said. Frank chucked evilly as she spoke, rubbing his crotch expectantly.

“And you, Rachel? What about you?”

“I'm a nasty little whore, sir, a dirty puppy.”

“Yes Rachel, a dirty little puppy. Very good. I think you girls are learning,” I replied.

I nodded to Ted and he got up and walked out of the room. “Now then, girls, you must be hungry. Are you?” Not waiting for their response, I continued, “Well, its time you had something to eat.”

Ted returned to the room, carrying a tray. He placed the tray on the floor. On the tray were two plates of steak and vegetables in gravy.

“Looks good, huh, girls? You hungry now?” I said as Ted placed the two plates on the floor, one in front of each of the girls. The kneeling girls did not move, suspecting no doubt some trick at their expense. Now, would I do that?

“Wait a minute, Ted,” I suddenly exclaimed, “Has the other dog, the Great Dane, been fed yet?”

“Er, no, boss, it hasn't,” Ted replied with a evil laugh.

“Can't have the dog going hungry whilst these two whores fill their stomachs. Fetch the dog. See if it needs to eat.”

I turned to Natasha and Rachel, still kneeling on the floor with their hands on their head, “Sorry, girls.” Ted appeared with the dog on a leash and led it to the plates. Hungrily, the dog wolfed down the contents of first one plate and then the other, even licking up all the gravy, leaving not a morsel behind. The two girls looked crestfallen and scared, wondering what was going to happen. Ted took the dog out of the room and returned, standing next to me, carrying another tray. From Natasha and Rachel's position, they were unable to see what, if anything, was on the tray

“Oh dear,” I said mockingly, “Seems like the dog has eaten your food. Ted, do we have any other food in the house.”

“Only thing I could find was the dog food, boss,” Ted said and lowered the tray to the girl's eye level. Resting on the tray was a large red plastic dog bowl filled with foul smelling dog food. The lumps of gristly meat glistened in the meat juices and jelly. I lifted the bowl off the tray and placed it on the floor in front of the two sluts, who were now trembling and obviously not looking forward to what they were about to be ordered to do.

“Doesn't look very appetising, does it,” I said, “Boys, haven't you got anything to make it a little more palatable.”

Frank stood, reaching inside the holdall and pulling out a small jar, “Funny you should ask but before we set off today, I got twenty guys to jack off into this jar for me.” Frank crouched down and held the jar at the girl's eye level. Tipping the jar slightly, he swirled the contents round inside the glass container, showing the horrified Natasha and Rachel that it was about half full with thick viscous sperm.

Laughing, he unscrewed the lid of the jar and held it a few feet above the dog food. Slowly, Frank tipped the sticky white cum over the dog food, letting it run slowly in a long glutinous stream onto the meat. Soon a thick gooey puddle of cum covered the whole top surface of the dog food, and large sticky pools of sperm collected in the bowl.

“Get your heads into that bowl and eat,” I ordered, “ And make sure you lick that bowl clean. There'd better not be any food or cum left in that bowl when you've finished.”

The girls hesitated. One glance from me was enough however to persuade them that resistance was futile. Given the bowl belonged to a Great Dane, there was ample room for them both to use the bowl at the same time.

Rachel slowly and reluctantly went down onto all fours and lowered her face towards the bowl. Sticking her tongue out, she gingerly probed the sticky surface with the tip, grimacing as she tasted the stale spunk covered meat. Natasha approached from the other side, the clothespins on her large pendulous breasts clacking against the plastic bowl. Slowly, she took a bite, the expression on her face one of disgust. Mechanically, she chewed the grisly lumps of cum covered meat, gagging slightly as she did so. Rachel followed suit, a trickle of cum running down her cheek.

“Fucking hell,” I exclaimed, “We're going to be here all fucking night. Get your faces in there.” I pressed my foot down on the back of Rachel's head and pushed her face into the sticky mess to mocking laughter from the guys. When she lifted her face up, it was smeared with meat juices and cum. Her eyes pleaded for mercy to no avail.

The sluts continued to cough and chew, cough and chew, spluttering their way through the horrible mess. I could see they were nearly finished. All that was left was a pool of meat juice and cum puddled in the bottom of the bowl. “Natasha,” I commanded, “Get your slutty face in there and lick it up. Rachel, kneel, hands on head.” Rachel obeyed, the remnants of her meal splattered on her face and around her mouth, stale cum trickling down her chin and between her breasts.

Natasha meanwhile forced her face into the bowl and began to lap at the sticky foul smelling mixture caked all over it. Her head bobbed up and down as she lapped, pausing every now and then to cough and splutter.

“That bowl looks a bit dry,” Ted said, “Let me help.” Stepping forward, Ted unzipped his fly, got his cock out and began to piss steadily onto the humiliated Natasha's head. The piss streamed down over the back of Natasha's head, running down her long hair, pouring over her cheeks, and flooding into the bowl. Natasha was now licking up a noxious blend of dog food, piss and spunk. Watching her being degraded, I could see Rachel squirming in shame at what she and her sister had been reduced to. The video camera continued to film the scene as Natasha lapped hungrily at the mess, pee gushing over her head. After many seconds, Ted shook the last drops of pee off his cock, zipped up and sat back down to enjoy Natasha‘s humiliation.

Soon the bowl had been licked clean of the gunk. Natasha returned to her knees, her face stained with piss, cum and dog food smeared around her lips and over her chin. Her eyes spoke of the abject humiliation and degradation she had been subjected to.

“Look at your messy faces,” I said after letting the girls kneel before us for a while to contemplate their situation, “Rachel, lick Natasha's face clean.”

Rachel obediently leaned across to Natasha and began to lick off the cummy mixture caked on her face. The sight of Rachel almost tenderly licking her sister clean was highly erotic. Then it was Natasha's turn. Natasha lapped at Rachel's face, her breasts dangling, the ends of the clothespins stroking against Rachel's breasts. When the girls were finished, they obediently returned to kneeling with their hands on their head.

“Did you enjoy that, girls?” I asked, “Natasha?” “Yes sir. Thank you, sir.” “Rachel?” “Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”

By now, all three of us were itching to get our cocks working on these bitches. It was now time. I turned to Frank and Ted, “Which one do you want, boys?”

Frank chuckled evilly and looked coldly, first at Natasha and then at Rachel. The girls began to whimper, aware that their sexual humiliation and degradation had only just begun.

“Why don't you take the big-titted bitch, boss?” Frank said after a while, “We'll mess with the blonde cunt.” I smiled, “Great. Go to it.”

Roughly, Frank and Ted pulled Rachel to her feet and pulled her towards the large dining room table. Meanwhile, I grabbed Natasha's hair and half-dragged, half guided her to a straight back chair facing the table. I didn't want her to miss any of Rachel's abuse. Whilst Frank and Ted bent Rachel face down over the table and tied her ankles to the table legs with duct tape, I tied Natasha's hands behind her and fastened her ankles to the chair legs with more rope. Rachel's arms were tied to the other legs of the table with rope, leaving her bent in a X shape over the table. Her rounded ass and cunt were now completely exposed at one side of the table and her head drooped over the other side. Once Natasha was secure, I moved the video camera into position to capture Rachel's humiliation.

Frank began to run his hands slowly over Rachel's ass cheeks, running his hand down between her legs and over her thighs. Ted joined in and soon the helpless naked girl was being fondled by the two guys, totally unable to resist. Rachel began to whimper as she felt their rough hands caressing her skin. Frank let his hand slide down between her legs and gently teased her pussy lips open. Rachel groaned and strained against her bonds as she felt Frank's fingers slide into her. As Frank's fingers began to rub her clit, she moaned gently, unable to resist the sensation of pleasure that the stimulation was causing.

Continuing to rub with one hand, Frank unbuckled his belt with his other hand and let his pants and shorts fall around his ankles, exposed his huge engorged penis.

Ted by now had removed his pants and was rubbing his hard cock, grinning inanely. Walking round to the other side of the table, he stood in front of Rachel, his erect cock pointing at her face. Taking his cock in one hand, he began to rub the tip over Rachel's slutty face, leaving a smear of pre-cum across her cheeks and pert little nose.

Frank was now rubbing the tip of his cock up and down Rachel's exposed red slit, causing the bound and helpless girl to grind her hips. “Look how the little slut is enjoying this,” hissed Frank with disgust, slapping her ass cheek hard with his hand, causing her to cry out. Still teasing her cunt with the head of his cock, Frank continued to spank Rachel on her raised ass.

Ted by now was starting to slap Rachel across the face with his erect prick, each blow to her cheek resulting in a pleasingly sharp THWACK. With each strike, Rachel moaned gently. Her face was now smeared with precum. Ted ran the head of his oozing cock back and forth across Rachel's slutty mouth, making her lips glisten with his juice. Then he rested his hard cock on her face and began to rapidly hit it up and down on her face once more.

Natasha meanwhile was squirming on her chair, moaning quietly, transfixed by the sight in front of her. Standing behind her, I rubbed her still bound tits and tugged at the rope running down into her cunt, making her squirm even more and whine for release as the knot rubbed against her swollen pussy lips and clit.

“Pass me the lube, boss,” said Frank, “I want to fuck this bitch in her tight little ass.”

A despairing scream escaped from Rachel's mouth, “Nooooooo, pleeeeease,” that was soon stifled by Ted ramming his thick cock into her open mouth. Muffled moans and pleas continued as Ted pumped his prick in her wet yielding mouth. I tossed the tube of lubricant to Frank and he squeezed a large sticky glob out onto Rachel's exposed and defenceless asshole.

“You ever been fucked up the ass before, whore?” demanded Frank, slapping her hard on the buttcheek once more. Ted obligingly pulled his cock out of Rachel's mouth, from where it emerged with a loud ‘smack', a string of saliva still running between her lips and the head of his cock, now glistening with Rachel's spit.

“N …. no, sir, never, “ whined the helpless little bondage slut, “Please don't fuck me in the ass, sir, pleeeeeeease.”

Frank laughed at her pleas, “Mmmmm, a virgin ass. Nice.”

“You really believe a slut like this has never been assfucked before, Frank,” said Ted, wiping his penis across Rachel's face once more, “She's certainly sucked cock before.” And saying that, he grabbed Rachel's hair, pulling her head up, and thrust his cock back into her mouth. Rachel's eyes looked up pleadingly. “Man, I love it when they look at you when you're facefucking them,” Ted exclaimed, looking down at Rachel, her cheeks bulging with cock.

Frank grabbed Rachel's peachy buttocks in his meaty hands and parted them to expose her puckered asshole further. Slowly he slid his finger into her butthole, lubricating it with the lube. Rachel gave a muffled scream and spit bubbled out of her mouth and down her chin, Ted's cock still deep in her throat. Frank moved his finger up and down, lubricating her tight ass ready to accept his huge black cock. Seeing Frank was about to anally impale the helpless girl, Ted pulled his cock out of Rachel's mouth. Drool ran down her chin as he did so.

Rachel began to plead again, “Pleeeeeease, noooo” but her plea suddenly turned to a howl of pain as Frank drove his thick shaft between her buttocks into her asshole. Quickly, Ted rammed Rachel's ripped and torn black panties into her mouth to stifle her screams. Frank began to ram back and forth into the bound and gagged girl's exposed asshole, the thickness of his cock stretching her sphincter. Repeatedly he pumped into her, hammering her ass mercilessly. “God, this bitch has a tight ass,” he cried jubilantly, slapping her ass cheeks in pleasure as continued to slam into her. Rachel screamed repeatedly into the gag in her mouth with each stroke, the sound muffled by her panties.

“You enjoying this, Natasha,” I whispered into our other captive's ear as she sat, bound and naked, watching her sister's defilement, “You're next, bitch. You know that don't you.” The expression on Natasha's face was evidence enough that knew it.

“OK boys, my turn” I said, approaching Rachel. Frank pulled his cock out from Rachel's ass and walked round to the other side of the table, next to Ted. “Gonna fuck that sweet little pussy of her's, “ I continued. Ted meanwhile pulled the black spit-soiled panties out of Rachel's mouth.

I began to massage Rachel's inflamed pussy, pushing my fingers into her exposed and stretched slit. She moaned like a whore as I played with her clit, expertly stimulating its tender flesh. Simultaneously, Frank and Ted slid the heads of their cocks into Rachel's open mouth, the two cockheads slipping into her wet mouth with ease. Rachel's cheeks bulged and her eyes widened as the engorged pricks filled up her mouth. The two guys began to pump into her, Rachel being forced to suck the two cocks simultaneously, drool running from the sides of her mouth down her chin. Meanwhile, I had my hard erect prick out and was running the head up and down her labia, getting her nice and wet before I fucked her.

I slowly inserted my cock between her pussy lips and rammed it deep into her vagina. Rachel thrashed against her bonds as the engorged shaft plunged into her, stretching her tight little pussy wide open. I began to ram into her, reaching underneath her hot little body to grab her breasts as I fucked her, kneading her tits in my hands, pinching her pert erect nipples between my fingers. Simultaneously, Frank and Ted continued to double face-fuck the little whore. I pumped deep into her, her body shaking with each thrust, the table creaking each time I rammed into her. God, her cunt was tight. I could feel the walls gripping my hard cock. And what was more, the little bitch was all wet. Somewhere deep inside of her, the fuckmeat whore was getting off on this. And looking over at Natasha, bound, helpless, naked, her tits still in tight bondage, I could see that, despite the terror on her face, she was grinding her pussy against the knotted rope, stimulating herself. It was clear that we had a real pair of bondage sluts on our hands.

I could feel myself starting to cum. This bitch was so fucking hot. I stiffened and ejaculated inside her hot wet cunt, my semen spraying inside her. Simultaneously Frank and Ted pulled out from Rachel's mouth and sprayed her slutty face with jizz. Spunk showered down over her innocent face, hitting her cheeks, nose, mouth and forehead. I continued to pump into Rachel, shooting my cum deep inside her.

As I finished, I pulled my cock out of her sopping cunt. My cock glistened with Rachel's juices. Pausing only to wipe my cock on her ass cheeks, I stepped round the table to look at Frank and Ted's handiwork. Rachel's face was covered in streaks of glutinous spunk. Cum trickled down her face and dangled from her nose and chin. She looked thoroughly humiliated and defiled.

“God, that little bitch was hot,” said Ted with admiration, “You see the way she was sucking our cocks. She was really getting into it.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “I know. Her pussy was so fucking wet. She obviously gets off on being tied up and humiliated. Let's see if her sister's a little whore too.”

The three of us pulled our pants up and turned our attention to Natasha, still tied to the chair and struggling to get free. Walking over to her, I pulled the clothespins off her nipples. Natasha screamed as the pins were ripped off. Her nipples were still nice and hard.

“Sorry about this, honey,” I said, “But I'm gonna have to untie your tits and take that rope out of your cunt. Can't fuck you otherwise. I know you were enjoying it like the little bondage slut you are but I promise I'll make it up to you.”

I began to untie the ropes constricting Natasha's massive tits. It was a shame: her 36DD boobs looked fantastic tied up. Winding the rope off, Natasha breathed a sigh of relief as the circulation returned to her breasts; after all, they had been bound for hours. Soon all bonds had been removed from her and she had been untied from the chair, and now knelt stark naked in front of me, her boobs and crotch criss-crossed with red rope burns.

“Follow me,” I ordered. Natasha obediently crawled after me as I walked back to the still bound and cum stained Rachel. I led Natasha to Rachel's ass and ordered her to her knees. Thick viscous trails of spunk were slowly seeping out of Rachel's moist red pussy and trickled down the insides of her thighs. Her vagina glistened with her own juices. Every so often, Rachel whimpered quietly and moved her groin, grinding it against the table. It was obvious the slut was desperate to cum.

“Clean that mess up, Natasha,” I ordered.

Obediently, Natasha shuffled on her knees to her sister, her ass and cunt still exposed. Natasha began to lick up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of Rachel's thighs, lapping up the mixture of cum and pussy juice. Rachel moaned as Natasha's tongue caressed her thighs. Running her tongue up to her pussy, Natasha began to run the tip up and down Rachel's engorged labia, cleaning her off. Placing her mouth over Rachel's pussy, Natasha sucked and slurped the cum out of her vagina, drinking it down, juices smearing across her face. Rachel's body trembled as Natasha brushed against her clit.

Soon Natasha was finished and returned to her knees, her face glistening. Beads of cum and pussy juice were clearly visible on her tanned skin.

“Very good,” I said, patting Natasha on the head, “You like the taste of your sister's cunt?” “Yes sir.”

I ordered Natasha to crawl round to the other side of the table. Looking up, Natasha could see Rachel's head lolling over the edge of the table, her wrists still bound in an outstretched position. Her face was still covered in cum, and long viscous strands of stale semen dangled from her nose and chin. Her face had an expression of utter resignation.

“Clean her face,” I ordered and with a resigned sigh, Natasha obeyed. Sitting up on her haunches, Natasha began to lick Rachel's face clean. She lapped at her cheeks, then ran her tongue over her sister's cute little nose, swallowing down the thick strands of jizz. Standing over her, Frank, Ted and I laughed as the cumslut hungrily ate the spunk plastering her sister's face. Cum dripped from Natasha's tongue as she licked.

“Any cum in your mouth, Rachel,” I asked, “If so, give it to Natasha.”

Rachel opened her mouth and a large gobbet of bubbly spit and cum oozed out. Natasha opened her mouth and the sticky blob fell in. Natasha swallowed, her eyes burning with shame. Ordering Natasha back onto her knees, I inspected Rachel's face, lifting her head up by her hair.

“Good work, Natasha,” I said, “You liked licking your sister‘s face clean of cum, didn't you?

“Yes sir,” replied Natasha, lowering her eyes in shame.

“Not good enough, slut,” I shouted, slapping her hard across the face, “Tell me what a dirty little pig you are. I want to hear you say nasty things, girl.”

“I'm a dirty fucking cumpig, sir,” stammered Natasha, finally getting the message, “ A cumloving piece of whorish fuckmeat, sir.” God, I loved it when bitches talked dirty.

Frank, Ted and I stood around the naked girl in a circle, our cocks erect once more and aching to abuse Natasha. “Fuck,” said Frank, “I'm getting so hard looking at this bitch. Look at the size of those fucking tits.” “Yeah,” said Ted, stroking his tumescent member, “Imagine how those puppies will move when she's fucked up the ass.” “She's a fine piece of meat, ain't she boys,” I said, “What say we get to work on her, have some fun?” Frank and Ted nodded their assent.

“Undress me, slut,“ I snapped. Natasha stood, her head bowed, trying to avoid my gaze. I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up so she was looking directly into my eyes. “I said, undress me, slut,” spitting in her face as I did so. Slowly Natasha began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. When the shirt was fully unbuttoned, she slipped it from my shoulders.

“Suck my nipples,” I commanded and Natasha obeyed, her cocksucking lips wrapping round my nipples, her tongue caressing them. “Lick my belly, girl,” I said, my cock hardening at the touch of her wet mouth. Lowering herself to her knees, Natasha began to lick my belly, her firm pendulous tits rubbing against my cock through my pants. Down on the floor, she slipped my shoes and socks off and then got back on her knees to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants button. Looking down at her, I could see her looking up at me submissively. Lowering my pants, my cock jutted out of my shorts, almost hitting her in the face. I stepped out of the pants and Natasha pulled the shorts down, leaving me standing naked in front of her, my cock twitching. I noticed a large patch of still wet precum and cum in the crotch of my pants where it had leaked from my cock earlier. “Clean that off with your tongue,” I ordered and Natasha lowered her face to the floor and began to suck and lick at the slimy patch. By now, Frank and Ted were also naked, their cocks erect and ready for action. We gathered round Natasha, watching as she finished cleaning my shorts and got back on her knees.

Natasha now knelt before us, our erect cocks pointing at her. “Get sucking, big tits,” I said, “ Get our cocks real hard.” Natasha shuffled across to Frank and took his huge engorged black shaft into her mouth. She began to bob backwards and forwards on his cock, her hand grasping the base of his shaft. Frank moaned as Natasha slurped on his prick, twisting his fingers in her hair. After 30 seconds, Frank slapped Natasha across the face and told her to move on to Ted.

With a wet smack of the lips, Natasha moved her mouth away from Frank's cock and moved on to Ted. Rolling her tongue round the head, she sucked his cock, spit glistening on the shaft. Grabbing the back of Natasha's head, Ted pushed her down on his penis, driving it down her throat, her face pressed hard against his pubes. Natasha coughed and spluttered as the cock filled her throat. Releasing his grip, Natasha pulled off his penis, thick strands of saliva stringing between her mouth and its engorged round head. Ted slapped her and pointed her towards me, my cock dripping expectantly with precum.

“Kneel in front of me, head up, mouth open, tongue out,” I told Natasha. She obeyed like the obedient puppy dog she had become. “Now take my cock in your hand and wipe it over your slutty little face,” I continued. Grasping the base of my shaft, Natasha began to rub the leaking head of my cock over her face, smearing her face with precum. Moving her head from side to side, she rubbed my prick over her cheeks, along her pouting lips, over her nose, and up and down her outstretched tongue.

“Roll that tongue round,” I moaned and Natasha began to expertly flick her tongue in the eyehole, then move it round and round the engorged red head. Her full lips closed around my cock and I felt her tongue swirling round it, teasing the sensitive base of the head. God, this girl was good: she had certainly sucked cock before and definitely knew what cocks liked.

“Now my balls,” I told her. Natasha slid her mouth off my cock, now wet with her spit, and ran her tongue down the whole length of my shaft. I moaned as she gently took first one ball into her mouth and then the other, sucking at my ballsac. My cock twitched as she worked my balls, bobbing up and down on her uplifted face.

Reluctantly, I ordered Natasha to stop. Frank and Ted moved closer and the three of us began to slap her face with our hard cocks. I love the sound that a cock makes on a slut's face. It's instantly recognisable - just like the sound of a baseball against bat - and conjures up a lot of happy memories.

“OK boys,” I said, “Let's gang this bitch.” Ted sat on the couch, legs apart, holding his hard cock upward. “Sit on that, bitch,” he ordered, “Get it up your fucking ass.” Across the room, Rachel was still tied over the table; Frank and I moved the table round so that Rachel was facing the couch and would be able to see Natasha's further defilement.

Grabbing Natasha by the hair, I threw her onto her hands and knees. “You heard what he said,” I snapped, “Crawl over there and get that cock up your ass.” Her head lowered, Natasha crawled over to Ted. “Lick my cock,” he ordered, “Get it nice and wet.” Natasha began to spit and slobber over Ted's twitching penis, trying to get it as lubricated as possible. Saliva glistened on the head and shaft. “That's enough,” said Ted, “Turn to face the camera and your sister and lower yourself on my cock.”

Her legs on each side of Ted's, Natasha stood over his cock. “Get those ass cheeks spread, you stupid slut,” barked Ted. Blushing, Natasha grasped her buttocks and pulled them apart, stretching her butthole wide to accept Ted's throbbing cock. She felt the tip of his penis touching her sphincter, poised to impale her anus. With a despairing whimper, Natasha lowered herself onto Ted's member, squealing as it entered her asshole, stretching her terribly. The hard erect cock slowly slid into her butthole until she was sitting on Ted's lap, his penis buried deep inside her.

Ted began to grind his hips up and down, fucking her, and Natasha began to move up and down, her head lolling back, tits bouncing, moaning in pain and pleasure as his hard cock ripped into her tender ass. Ted reached up, grabbing her tits from behind, his fingers biting into the firm yet yielding flesh.

I stepped forward in front of Natasha. Grabbing her legs, I pulled them up, resting them against my shoulders. Natasha was now almost bent double, her legs in the air, her ass filled with Ted's cock. Her position exposed and stretched her cunt, making it easily accessible. Steadily, I began to guide my cock into Natasha's cunt. The tip teased her moist and parted pussy lips, rubbing up and down her labia, stroking against her engorged clit. The bitch was so wet. I thrust my cock hard into her vagina, causing her to cry out as I pounded into her, stretching her pussy wide. Her body rocked up and down as she was mercilessly rammed by Ted and I in her cunt and asshole, both holes filled with hard rapist cock.

Frank approached, stroking his cock, and stood on the couch next to her. His enormous cock bobbed next to Natasha's face. He didn't even have to slap her to get her attention: she knew what she had to do. Turning her head, Natasha took the long black cock into her mouth, the shaft sinking into her throat up to the hilt. Natasha's body was shaking back and forth from the impact of the three cocks now ramming into her, filling all her available holes. Her enormous tits bounced with each thrust into her. I could tell Natasha was becoming increasingly wet as a result of this treatment. I could feel her juices flooding her vagina, lubricating my penis as I relentlessly hammered into the naked abused slut.

After three minutes of this treatment, Natasha was ready to cum. Her body was flushed and her moans, muffled by Frank's cock filling her mouth, were getting louder and more intense. I signalled to Frank and he stepped back, his cock making a sucking sound as it plopped out of Natasha's hot little mouth. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and reached into the holdall on the floor, taking out a large vibrator and a large black dildo. Meanwhile Frank was getting some rope ready for the next stage of Natasha's defilement.

I eased Natasha off Ted's cock and made her sit on the couch. Frank began to tie some rope around one ankle and Ted the other. They then pulled the rope tight, making Natasha slump down in the couch, her legs spread as wide apart as they would go, distending her cunt and asshole. Frank grabbed Natasha's wrists and snapped some handcuffs on them. He then pulled her arms over her head and, bending her elbows, tied some rope to the cuffs and tied the rope fast under the couch. Natasha was now bound on the couch, her crotch obscenely exposed, unable to move.

I ran my hand over Natasha's gaping pussy and she moaned, her legs straining against the bonds. I looked at my hand dripping with pussy juice. “You dirty bitch,” I laughed and smeared the juice over her face, making her lick my fingers clean. Running my hand over her tits and down to her crotch once more, I fondled her moist red labia, pushing my fingers in and masturbating her inside her vagina. Natasha gave a low animal moan as my fingers found her clit.

“Dirty fucking bitch,” I said, pulling my fingers out and giving her half a dozen hard slaps on her exposed pussy, stinging her red sensitive lips with blow after blow. With each spank, Natasha wailed and wriggled, helpless to resist, her labia getting redder and redder with each slap.

I picked up the dildo and eased it into Natasha's exposed butthole. She cried out as it impaled her ass, stretching her sphincter to breaking point. I then slid the whirring vibrator into her pussy. It slid in easy. “Fuck,” exclaimed Frank, “Watch you don't lose it in that bitch's cunt.”

Natasha writhed on the couch as the vibrator throbbed inside her, rubbing against her sensitive clit, and the dildo filled her ass. Frank and Ted knelt on the couch on either side of her and began to rub their cocks on Natasha's heaving breasts, stroking their cockheads on her erect nipples. I knelt over her, resting my weight on her spread thighs and inserted my dripping cock into her enormous cleavage, the soft flesh of her gigantic boobs enveloping it. Natasha thrashed her head back and forth as we titwanked on her, and she came closer and closer to orgasm.

Soon enough, the vibrator did its job. Natasha let out a long orgasmic wail. Simultaneously, Frank and Ted came, their spunk jetting out over her tits, plastering them in sticky white jizz. I too came, my cum jetting between her tits over Natasha's face, spraying up and over her nose, splattering her face with streams of thick white semen.

We stepped back to admire our handiwork. Natasha sat on the couch, breathing heavily, her legs stretched out wide, her holes filled with a dildo and a vibrator. On the couch between her legs was a pool of cunt juice where it had leaked from her excited vagina. Her 36DD tits were plastered in cum. Spunk trickled over the enormous fleshy orbs collecting in her cleavage. Her face was a mask of spunk. She looked such a total slut that we couldn't help but laugh at her predicament. Unable to move and helpless, Natasha merely sat there, blushing with shame.

We let her sit like that for 5 or 10 minutes while we freshened up. “I guess we'd better get you two sluts cleaned up a little,” I said when we returned. Quickly Frank untied Rachel, who had been watching our degradation of Natasha, and pushed her to her knees.

I removed the vibrator from Natasha's pussy and the dildo from her ass and ordered Rachel to clean them with her tongue. Obediently, she licked up and down the smooth plastic surface of the vibrator, cleansing it of Natasha's vaginal juices, and with a look of disgust on her face, licked and sucked the dildo clean.

“Lick that cum off her tits,” Ted ordered. Rachel knelt on the couch and began to run her tongue over Natasha's tits, slurping up the gobbets of cum. She began to suck Natasha's hard cum soaked nipple, teasing it with her teeth, rolling her tongue round it, grabbing Natasha's other tit with her hand and massaging the cum into it. Damn, this bitch was getting turned on by being forced to do this. Natasha moaned quietly, running her tongue over her lips, tasting the cum caked around her mouth. Rachel buried her face between Natasha's cummy tits, lapping at the pool of spunk in her sister's cleavage.

“Help your sister clean up that cum on her face,” I told Rachel, “Make her eat it.” Rachel began to run her hands over Natasha's face, smearing them with cum, scooping up the jizz and spooning it into Natasha's pleading mouth. “God, these bitches are real cumwhores,” Frank gasped in wonder as the two sisters' naked bodies rubbed together in a sticky cummy mess. Slipping her spunk stained fingers into Natasha's mouth, Rachel slid down her sisters' restrained body and sucked at her tits once more, gobbling down the cum from the glistening globes. “This is better then porno,” laughed Ted as the video camera captured the whole sordid scene.

Rachel slithered down over Natasha's belly and buried her face in her sister's wide open snatch. Her head bobbed up and down as she licked at her pussy, Rachel's hands buried deep in her own vagina as she frigged herself. The moans and orgasmic gasps of the two girls became louder and louder as they became more and more turned on. We watched in amazement as Natasha came, violently and explosively, as a stream of hot juices jetted out of her pussy all over Rachel's face. Almost simultaneously, Rachel came, her body shaking, her face twisted in orgasmic delight. Exhausted, she fell to the floor on her back, still fingering her sopping cunt. Natasha leaned back in her bonds, breathing heavily.

In a matter of hours, we had successfully turned these two girls into dirty bondage cumsluts for whom it appeared no sexual act was too degrading. Their training was going well. They were ready to go to the next level. Saturday was going to be a good day!

Part 6 - Saturday afternoon

The important thing about this job is to realise that you can't operate at the same level all the time. A girl, even a slut like Natasha or Rachel, can only take so much. Sometimes you have to calm things down a little if only because it makes the peaks just that much more intense. You have to keep the girls guessing, let them recover a little now and then, gather their strength, think about what's happened to them and what might happen to them in the future, play with their minds.

The other thing of course is that this is all about submission. A girl needs to learn so much more than the fact that she is a fucktoy who her master can do anything he wants with. Anyone can do stuff to a girl who is tied up and helpless. That doesn't take any skill at all. More important is teaching a girl how to obey her master. She needs to learn to obey orders instantly and do what she's told without question. Whatever her master tells her to do, she does no matter what. If I take a girl to Safeway and tell her to get undressed in the middle of the frozen food aisle, she should do it without question. Hell, I've made a girl do that – albeit at 2:30 in the morning. It was quite the turn on!

More importantly, a girl needs to learn how to behave when she's with her master. When you've got your girl trained, you shouldn't need to tell her what to do all the time. She should know. She should know that she shouldn't wear clothes unless given permission to do so. She should know that she should spend all her time on her hands and knees crawling at your feet unless told otherwise. She should take the initiative and worship your cock with her hot little mouth without being told to get on her knees and start sucking. And that's the standard I aim for with the girls I'm asked to train. And that's one of the reasons I get paid so much to do this shit. When I'm finished with these bitches, you've got an obedient little bitch who'll do what it takes.

Let me give you a few tips about how to train a girl. If you're keeping a girl as a slave for any period of time – say more than a couple of hours – you need to stretch things out, don't try to fit too much into the first few hours. If you use up all your best tricks and ideas in the first few hours, you've got nothing later to really mess with her mind, make her wonder what's happening, make her really obey you. Plus you need time to recuperate, think about things, refill your balls. It'd be great to be able to cum and cum and cum but unfortunately guys aren't made that way.

The longest I kept a girl I was training as a slave was 3 weeks. Can you imagine having a girl for that period of time and having to come up with new things to do, new ways to humiliate her? You can get pretty jaded after all that time, you know. Of course, the upside is that you come up with pretty weird stuff as well. Anyway, in that case, knowing I was having 3 weeks to play with her, I eased her into it. She was some actress bitch who had been screwing around, a young gal about 19-20 if I remember correctly. The first day, I just took her and chained her to a wall with a collar and chain, let her think about what was going to happen to her. Hell, I even let her keep her clothes that first day. I wanted her to think that maybe this wasn't a sexual thing, maybe it was to do with money or something else. Mess with her mind, you see.

On the second day, I just came in and cut her clothes off with a knife, left her there naked in the dark. And I built things up from there, ratchetting things up day after day. By week 2, I was messing with her for about 4-5 hours a day. Good times!

As I said before, the best way to control a girl and get her into the right frame of mind is by controlling her mind. Anyone can be brutal to a girl and use pain to make her do what you want. But its like training an animal. You beat a dog and it'll obey you but it won't be as obedient, as willing, or as respectful to you if you get it to obey you through other more persuasive means. Fear of violence isn't a good controller at the end of the day – though it has its place. You want to control through desire, through respect, through power. Of course, pain and fear has its role to play. The carrot and stick is a very powerful weapon in training a girl properly. But what really works, what really gets those little whores wet and willing, is mental subjugation and humiliation.

It's the best feeling in the world to really humiliate a girl and watch her mental defences break down before your eyes, to see her turn from a confident independent woman into a submissive plaything. I once had this bitch to work on. You know the type: a ball busting business woman who'll fuck over people to get to the top. Just because she's a woman in a man's world, she feels she has to be a total bitch all the time and be as tough as the men. Anyway, by the time I'd finished with her, she was naked and chained to the urinals in the warehouse of the place she worked, being pissed on and cummed on by the guys she'd previously been lording it over. And the important thing to appreciate is that she did this willingly - or more precisely because down deep inside, she knew she had to. I didn't have to threaten her or do anything else to make her do it. I'd just made her realise that she was a fucking whore and that her place was in the toilet with cum and piss on her face, and not in the fucking boardroom.

So let's talk about Natasha and Rachel. They were well on the way to being good subs. I had high hopes for both of them. Both of them were obviously sluts through and through – hey, that's why I had been hired in the first place after all. It may seem strange to cure a girl of being a slut by teaching her what a fucktoy she really is. If you think that, then you've missed the point: the point is that sluts need to be taught to use their sluttiness to please their master not themselves. If their owner doesn't want them to fuck around, then they won't. If, on the other hand, their owner gets off on seeing his girl being fucked by strangers, his friends, the guy working the checkout at Home Depot, then that's what they'll do. Their sluttiness and whorishness is for their owner's amusement and pleasure, not theirs.

Anyway, as I was saying, these two tramps were shaping up well. They were learning pretty quick what was expected of them. Of the two of them, I thought Rachel was probably the bigger slut. There didn't seem anything she wasn't willing to do. It was going to be interesting to test her further. Natasha on the other hand was probably the better submissive. She knew what it meant to be obedient, to do what she was told, and how to take punishment. Plus of course she had those amazing fucking tits!

So these were some of the things running through my head as I sat on the couch in front of the widescreen plasmascreen TV that afternoon watching the game, a cold beer in my hand, my feet resting on Natasha's back. On the recliner to my left, Ted was also nursing a beer, getting a leisurely blowjob from Rachel. Frank was off in another room finalising all the arrangements for tonight and preparing for a little bit of fun for this afternoon.

It was nice to relax for a while before we had to start working on the girls again, chill out, maybe think of some more cool things to do with the girls. I get some of my best ideas when I'm chilling.

I heard a low moan from my left. I could see Ted's body tense as he came in Rachel's mouth. I watched, one eye still on the game, as Rachel expertly sucked him dry and swallowed his load, then licked his cock clean before kneeling up, head bowed waiting for further instructions.

I took one foot off Natasha's back and kicked her ass, “Hey slave, go get me another beer.” “Yes sir,” said Natasha – the girl was learning fast – and crawled off on her hands and knees into the kitchen. I watched as she disappeared through the door, her ass waggling as she crawled like the animal she was. I heard Frank call out as she entered the kitchen, “Hey, who let this dog in here,” and a slap as he whacked her across the ass.

Natasha soon reappeared, a can of Coors balanced on her back. She crawled to me and knelt before me on all fours, presenting the beer to me. I took it from her back and rolled it round in my hand. It was nice and cold.

“Kneel, slut,” I commanded, “Look at me.” Natasha obeyed, her enormous tits hanging between her arms, hands resting on her knees. She watched as I violently shook the can, pointed it at her, and pulled the ringpull open. A stream of ice cold beer sprayed in Natasha's face. She spluttered helplessly as the foamy liquid gushed over her, trickling down between her boobs.

“Get me another one, you stupid cow,” I laughed, “This one's all gone.” Saying that, I tipped the remainder of the can over her head, drenching her hair, beer pouring over her face. Dripping beer, the humiliated slave crawled into the kitchen to bring me another. “And this time, bring it back to me by pushing it with your nose,” I called after her.

Natasha soon reappeared, her face to the floor, ass in the air, pushing a beer bottle along the carpet with her pretty little nose. Eventually, she rolled the beer bottle to my feet.

“Pick it up, girl,” I ordered, “Offer it to me.”

Natasha knelt, the beer bottle lying on her outstretched palms. She looked so sexy, kneeling before me, eyes lowered. I guessed she was feeling humiliated and degraded from the look on her face and the state of her tits with their hard little nipples and reddening aroelae.

I took the bottle from her hands and twisted the cap off. I lifted the bottle to my mouth and chugged it down. The cold beer felt good. More importantly, it gave me an idea. We'd originally planned Saturday afternoon as a bit of downtime, an opportunity to let the girls recover and for us to chill before we really got into it that night. But these girls were such fine bitches, it was really difficult to be around them without wanting to have some fun.

“On all fours, girl,” I commanded, “Crawl into the kitchen. Go.”

Natasha obeyed and crawled into the kitchen. I followed, motioning the others to come as well. Ted ordered Rachel to crawl behind her sister and the two of them headed towards the kitchen.

“Hello girls,” laughed Frank, leaning against one of the work surfaces, his cell phone to his ear, “I'll have everything ready for you soon.” He muttered something into the phone and leered at our slaves.

“I just thought Natasha and Rachel might like to put on a little show for us before tonight, Frank,” I said, “You happy with that?”

“Always happy to see those bitches humiliated, boss,” grinned Frank, finishing his call.

I ordered Natasha to lie face up on the cold linoleum of the kitchen floor. She obeyed, her hair splayed out on the floor, knees raised. Handing her the empty beer bottle, I said, “Okay whore. Masturbate yourself with this bottle. Do it. Now.”

Spreading her legs, Natasha began to rub the rim of the open bottle up and down her lips. I could see her labia glistening, red and inflamed. This bitch loved being a slave, it was obvious. Faster and faster, she began to rub the bottle up and down, rolling the cold glass round and round on her engorged clit. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Rachel,” I ordered, “Get on her face. Natasha, you whore, lick your sister's clit while you wank.”

Rachel crawled over to Natasha and lowered her pussy down onto Natasha's face. I could see Natasha's tongue start to work Rachel's clit. Rachel leaned back, moaning, tossing her head back helplessly as Natasha's hard little tongue began to lap up and down her labia. Meanwhile, Natasha continued to frig herself with the bottle, by now starting to ease it inside her cunt. She began to move the neck in and out of her vagina, the smooth glass of the bottle glistening with her juices. The two sluts were really getting into it, both of them moaning as they became more and more stimulated.

“I gotta get me a piece of this,” said Frank, stepping forward and unzipping his pants. Standing over the girls, he thrust his hard cock into Rachel's mouth and, grabbing her hair, began to pump into her face. Natasha continued to masturbate with the bottle. Most of it was now sliding in and out of her sopping cunt. Simultaneously she continued to lick furiously at Rachel's cunt, grinding her face into her sister's crotch, the juices flowing over her slutty face.

With a moan, Natasha came, her body shaking. Simultaneously Rachel came, her body tensing. Frank too was cumming, pumping his hot spunk into Rachel's wet mouth. Frank withdrew, his cock oozing cum and Rachel fell forward over her sister, the two girls lying on the floor, covered in sweat, their kinky desires sated for the moment.

Ted grabbed Rachel by the hair and dragged her off her sister, throwing her to the floor. She sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily, cum trickling down her chin. I leant over and grabbed one of Natasha's tits, grasping the nipple and pulling her to her feet.

“Owwwwww,” she squealed as I twisted it.

“Get to your feet, you fucking cumwhore,” I snapped, “If you expect to be allowed to cum, you have to pay for it with pain and humiliation. Understand?”

“Y…yes sir,” the stupid big titted strumpet whined as I threw her down onto the kitchen table. Unfortunately for Natasha, Frank, who had also been preparing things for dinner that night, had left a large cream pie on the table. Natasha's face was thrust into the pie, the thick whipped cream and sticky filling splattering over the table as her pretty face splatted into it. Grabbing her hair, I ground Natasha's face into the pie and then lifted her head up. Her pretty face was caked in whipped cream and lemon filling. The thick viscous mixture was matted in her hair. Natasha spat and spluttered as her head was raised up. She looked so stupid and humiliated, bent over the table, breathing heavily, her ass beautifully exposed, her face plastered with cream and lemon curd.

“You stupid fucking messy slut,” I shouted, “Look at the fucking mess you've made.” Saying that, I pushed her face back down into the creamy mess on the table and began to slap her ass hard with my other hand. Natasha wriggled and screamed as I spanked her, kicking her legs with each spank, her peachy little ass becoming redder and redder with each slap, her face ground into the sticky pie.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Frank, watching me spank Natasha, “That ass looks hot. Looks like she needs something to cool her down.” Saying that, he picked up another large cream pie from the kitchen counter and smashed it hard onto Natasha's exposed ass. Natasha gasped as the cold mixture of cream and strawberry fruit filling splattered over her reddening ass and oozed between her cheeks and over her pussy. Frank held the pie onto her buttocks and slowly moved it round and round, massaging the sticky concoction into the slut's ass and cunt. The feel of the goo on her sensitive parts was clearly stimulating to Natasha as she whorishly began to grind her hips round, feeling the mess squelch on her skin.

After a minute or so of this, I took a fistful of Natasha's hair and pulled her up of the table and dragged her over to the kitchen sink. Cream dripped off her face, trickling between her breasts. Rivulets of the mixture trickled off her ass down her legs. Roughly, I pushed Natasha's head into the sink and turned the faucet on full. Cold water jetted out of the faucet, pouring over her head. Again, she squealed and spluttered as the icy water drenched her.

Whilst Natasha's head was under the faucet, Ted dragged Rachel over to her and thrust her pretty face into Natasha's cream-splattered ass. “Lick that clean, whore,” Ted commanded. Rachel, her face smeared with cream and strawberries, began to run her tongue over Natasha's creamy ass, flicking her lithe tongue between Natasha's cheeks, running the tip over her goo-splattered labia. They looked quite the picture, Natasha squealing as the cold water poured over her head and Rachel with her head buried in her sister's messy ass.

After a minute or so, Natasha's ass was cleaned of the biggest dollops of the gooey mess though it was still smeared with remnants of the pie. Ted grabbed Rachel's hair and pulled her off Natasha, the slut still licking her lips as she was dragged back, her features smeared with gunge.

I lifted Natasha's head out of the sink. Her hair was soaking, her face dripping with water. Taking a dishcloth, I rubbed her face hard, wiping the remnants of the cream off. “Pllllleeeeease, noooo,” she whimpered, “Pleeeeeeease.”

I switched the faucet off and threw her sprawling on the floor. Her naked body hit the cold kitchen floor with a slap. “Fucking whore,” I shouted, “Look at what you've done. You like to cause a mess. Well, I'll show you what a fucking mess is.”

I grabbed Natasha by the hair and pulled her onto her knees, her face still smeared with the remnants of the cake, her hair dripping wet. My fist wrapped in her hair, I dragged the struggling Natasha over to the kitchen table which Frank was now loading up with plates carrying a variety of different foods. I pushed Natasha down on the floor once more, where she lay face down, part crouching, her legs tucked under her. Meanwhile, Ted had ordered Rachel to crawl across to the table and kneel, so that she could watch the further humiliation of her sister. The video camera whirred on, capturing the two sluts' continuing degradation.

I took a banana from a plate on the table and slowly unpeeled it. Passing it to Natasha, I told her, “Lie on your back, get your legs apart, and get the banana up your slutty little cunt.”

Humiliation etched on her face, Natasha lay on her back, legs apart, knees in the air, feet flat on the floor. Looking down, I tapped the inside of her thighs with my foot, making Natasha open her legs even wider, stretching her pussy even further open. Reaching down between her legs, Natasha began to ease the tip of the banana between her lips, sliding it into her vagina. As the banana slid in, Natasha arched her back, her head falling to one side, a faint moan of despair and degradation escaping from between her lips.

“You fucking slut,” I hissed, noticing Natasha's obvious humiliation at her treatment. Bending over, I spat in her face, a large gobbet of spittle sliding over the bridge of her nose into one eye socket. I picked up a can of whipped cream from the table and began to shake it vigorously and then, bending over, squirted a large dollop of cream over Natasha's crotch. I moved the can up her body, squirting more cream over her belly. Reaching Natasha's breasts, I sprayed giant whirls of cream over each of her superb tits. I then aimed the nozzle of the can at Natasha's face and completely covered her slutty features in cream. All the while, Natasha continued to frig herself with the banana, the cream making a squelching sound as it was ground into her cunt by the friction.

Frank meanwhile had taken a bottle of chocolate syrup from the table and was liberally pouring a trail of the sticky chocolate over Natasha. Ted joined in the action by taking some raspberry syrup and pouring that over Natasha too. Soon her body was plastered with cream, chocolate sauce and sticky raspberry syrup, and Natasha was rolling around in the mess, furiously rubbing her slit with the banana.

“How do you like our messy little sundae, Rachel,” I called out to the kneeling slave, watching her sister's humiliation, “Doesn't she look good enough to eat? Crawl over here and lick her clean.”

Rachel crawled on all fours over to Natasha and lowered her head onto her sister's belly and began licking up the thick smears of cream, chocolate sauce and syrup, bobbing her head back and forth as she slurped and licked. Her hair dangled onto Natasha's skin, picking up thick blobs of the mess and transferring it onto her bare shoulders and cheeks. Streaks of the messy goo became smeared across Natasha's tits as she licked.

“Clean those tits, bitch,” laughed Frank and Rachel obediently transferred her attention to Natasha's gunge-covered mammaries. Natasha moaned as Rachel's tongue ran round her nipples and as her mouth enveloped her messy boobs, sucking them clean.

“She's gonna take all day to clean this slut up, boys,” I said after a few minutes of watching Rachel run her mouth over her sister's goo-covered body, “Let's take Natasha outside and have some more fun with them both before we get them cleaned up and ready for tonight . What do you say?” Frank and Ted nodded their approval.

I clicked my fingers and ordered the sluts onto their hands and knees, commanding them to follow me outside. I led them out onto the lawn, the city shimmering in the smog below us. I turned to face Natasha and Rachel, both cowering in front of me on their hands and knees.

Ted approached us with a garden hose and began to rinse off the still sticky Natasha with cold water. She squealed and shivered as the icy water gushed over her, washing the goo from her body. Ted directed the jet of water up her butt crack and over her slit and Natasha shrieked at the shock of the cold water hitting her in her most sensitive areas. Soon she was clean, albeit dripping with water, and Ted turned the hose on Rachel. Soon she too was soaked in the icy water and stood before us, naked, shivering and humiliated. Frank meanwhile had brought a collar and leash with him from the house.

“Pass me the leash, Frank,” I shouted, looking at Rachel “This dog needs a leash round her neck. She needs to be taught a little discipline. She didn't put any effort into cleaning her sister up.”

Frank tossed the collar and leash to me and I quickly strapped it round her neck. Giving the leash a tug, I set off walking across the lawn, Rachel in tow crawling on all fours. She looked good as a dog, crawling on all fours - but then most women do.

I led Rachel into the middle of the lawn and unclipped the leash leaving the collar around her neck. I bent over and picked up a stick and threw it spinning across the grass, yelling “Fetch.” Obediently, Rachel began to crawl across the lawn after it, her ass wiggling seductively. When she reached the stick, she lowered her face to the grass and picked up the stick between her teeth. Then she turned and trotted back to me, halting in front of me. I snapped my fingers and she raised herself to her knees and presented the stick to me. I looked down at her for a short while, drinking in the sight of her nudity and submission, before taking the stick from her mouth. Smiling, I patted Rachel on the head, “Good doggie.”

“That was a bit easy, wasn't it boss,” called Frank. I looked over and saw that Frank and Ted were seated on Natasha's back as she crouched on all fours.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Much too easy. Let's give this dog something a bit more difficult.”

And saying that, I flung the stick high into the air sending it into the pond and water fountain in the centre of the lawn. Rachel looked at me with her big green eyes wide, pleading silently for mercy but to no avail. Dutifully, she turned, fell onto all fours and crawled across the grass to the pond. Gingerly, she crawled into the murky green water thick with algae and weeds and lowered her head into the muddy pond water to retrieve the stick. She resurfaced, her face covered in slimy water, weeds festooning her blonde hair. As she emerged from the pond, her skin was smeared with mud, slime and pondweed.

“It's the creature from the Black Lagoon,” called Ted as Rachel crawled back to me. We all burst into laughter at the sight of our slimy little pet.

Looking down at Rachel as she knelt before me, I laughed at how stupid and degraded she looked, streaks of the goo that had covered her sister still visible along with the slimy pond weed dangling from her body and matting her long blonde hair, splatters of mud on her thighs, her knees marked with grass stains. “What a dirty fucking whore,” I said, “You know, boys, I think she looks more like a pig than a dog. Don't you think so?” They laughed and nodded their agreement.

“But what about Natasha?“ Ted asked, nodding at their human seat.

“With that pair of fucking udders, she looks just like a cow,” I said and Frank and Ted laughed uproariously. Natasha blushed and hung her head in shame.

“Yeah,” roared Frank, “ A fucking cow.” Frank and Ted stood up and Frank bent over, and grabbing her hair in his hand, he forced Natasha's face into the grass. “Get eating the fucking grass like the cow you are,” he ordered. Natasha began to take mouthfuls of the grass, chewing it unenthusiastically, grimacing as she did so. Slobber containing small green pieces of grass ran down her chin. As she ate, Natasha's tits wobbled pleasingly.

“Come on cow,” laughed Frank, kicking her in the ass, “Moo for us, you big-uddered whore.”

Natasha began to moo like a cow. Frank, Ted and I convulsed with laughter at the sight of our naked slut making cow noises and chewing grass. Too funny!

I cast a glance over the lawn across the LA skyline. The sun was starting to get low in the sky. I took a quick look at my watch. Time was moving on and we needed to get things ready for tonight. We had a lot planned for these bitches tonight and it was important that everything was sorted in good time.

“Okay ladies,” I called to Natasha and Rachel, “Fun time's over for a while. Crawl back in the house. You've got to get ready for tonight.”

Oh how I loved Saturday nights!

Part 8 - Sunday morning

When I tell people about what I do, a lot of people make the comment that I must really hate women. Well, let me tell you something, the truth is the exact opposite. I love women. Really love them. And that’s the reason I do what I do (or one of the reasons anyway). Everything I do is aimed at teaching women what they could be.

Take Natasha and Rachel for example. Both of them are a pair of sluts. They just love being fucked, being treated like worthless pieces of meat, and feeling the splash of fresh warm cum in their faces. I didn’t make them like that. They were born like that, grew up like that, or learned to be like that. All I’ve done is direct their slutty energies more appropriately, taught them how to harness their desires and how to use them to please their respective men. Before I came along, they were out there fucking around, probably because the guys they were married to didn’t appreciate what they needed - and because they themselves didn’t understand what they needed. I’ve taught them what they want - and as a by product shown their husbands what their wives want.

Before I came along, they were just out there, sleeping around, getting laid, giving blow jobs to any guy with a six pack and an 8 inch cock who came along. And I bet - no I know - that they felt unfulfilled. That’s why they were fucking around. They were trying to fill that aching emptiness in their souls. What I’ve done is show them that they can achieve fulfilment by submitting themselves heart and soul to their master (in this case, their husbands). I’ve shown them the way. It’s up to them to learn the lesson I’m teaching them.

And I’m happy to say that 9 times out of 10, the sluts I deal with get the message. It can take some time to get it through their stupid whore brains but believe me, the methods I use ensure that the message gets through in the end. Only a few times have I failed and usually that’s because the guy in the equation has fucked things up, either by not being sufficiently dominant with his woman afterwards or because he’s allowed some other guy to take on that role. Rarely, if ever, has a slut not learnt her lesson - and learnt it well.

Having said that, it’s always a tense time when my task comes to an end. There’s always the risk that the girl hasn’t learnt anything and the client won’t be satisfied with what we’ve done.

Sunday morning was Natasha and Rachel’s big test. On the way back from the bar in the van, I leant over the back seat and told the two caged sluts what I expected of them the next day.

“You’ve done well, girls,” I said, “Very well. You’ve taken everything we’ve asked of you. And I hope you’ve learnt what you are and realise what you’ve become. The purpose behind the last two days was to teach you two bitches what a pair of filthy whores you really are and teach you the proper way to express that. True fulfilment comes from serving your master not from fucking around with any guy who comes along. And I hope you’ve learnt that lesson and feel that fulfilment burning inside you.

“I don’t know yet whether you’ve learnt what’s required of you. That’s what we’ll find out tomorrow. From tomorrow morning, we’re not going to subject you to anything that you don’t want to do. From tomorrow, you will act as true slaves, as true sluts to your masters. You are to serve us the way that you will serve your husbands for the rest of your lives. It’s up to you how you go from now on. It’s your hands now. I only hope that we haven’t failed you.”

I didn’t know whether Natasha and Rachel knew what was required of them. They just crouched there naked in their cage, silently. I would only know whether all our time and effort had been worth it in the morning.

That night, I slept like a log. Despite my usual nervousness about the outcome of my training, I was reasonably convinced that Natasha and Rachel, good sluts that they were, would have learnt what was required of them.

I awoke at around 8. Already I was thinking of the day ahead and my cock was hard at the thought of what was to come. Opening my eyes, I focussed on the end of my bed and the sight of the nude Natasha and Rachel tied to the bedposts by a rope round their necks.

“Hey bitches,” I called, “Wake up, you fucking lazy whores and give my cock some attention.” A sleepy-eyed Rachel turned round and moved onto the bed. Natasha followed suit. The girls’ eyes were puffy and red from lack of sleep. No doubt, they had spent a sleepless night thinking about everything that had happened to them over the past day and a half.

Rachel pulled the bedclothes over to one side and the two slaves that half-laid on the bed, their heads at my waist, one each side of me. Both of them began to run their wet little tongues up and down my erect cock, occasionally pausing to kiss my hard-on with their pouting lips. Natasha began to turn her attention to my balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking hard, whilst Rachel closed her mouth over my penis and began to expertly fellate me.

After a minute or two of this, I was quite aroused. Much as I would have loved to have cum and sprayed those two whores with my spunk, I had all morning to play with these bitches and I didn’t want to waste my jizz so early in the morning. Reluctantly, I ordered the girls to stop sucking me and to kneel by the side of the bed. The girls obeyed and knelt before me, drool running down their chins and onto their firm young tits.

“So tell me whores,“ I said, laying back in bed looking at them, “Tell me what kinky and disgusting things you pair of cunts want me to do with you.“ The girls were silent, looking quickly at each other. They still didn’t get it. “Listen, you stupid fucking sluts”, I snapped, “Tell me what two dirty whores like you love to do unless you want me to beat you both until your asses are raw.” That seemed to do the trick.

Natasha was the first to speak. “You can do whatever you want, sir,” she replied, head lowered submissively, “We can suck you off and swallow your cum, or you can shoot over our faces so that we can lick it off each other. You can fuck us in any hole you desire. You can spank us, tease us, make us drink your piss. Anything you desire, sir. Just tell us.” I just loved hearing girls talk dirty!

“And you Rachel, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“You can treat me like the fucking dirty whore I am, sir,” stammered Rachel, “ You can fuck me up the ass, cum in my face, cover me in sperm, sir. Make your filthy little cumpig.”

I smiled, “Good girls.” I paused slightly and continued, “So let’s see if you’re as good as your word. Let’s start with something easy.”

“Natasha,” I commanded, “French kiss Rachel.” With a sigh of resignation, Natasha embraced her sister and planted her lips firmly over Rachel’s open mouth. I watched as the two passionately kissed, their tongues rolling around in each other’s mouths, their naked bodies pressed together, their tits rubbing up against each other‘s.

“Enough, girls,” I said, “Natasha, slap Rachel across the face.”

Natasha broke the kiss, lifted her hand and slapped her sister hard across her left cheek with her right hand. Rachel made hardly a sound, a red mark raising on her pale cheek. The only sign of her humiliation was a slight lowering of her head as she looked at the floor.

“Rachel,” I said, “Suck Natasha’s right nipple.”

Obediently, Rachel leant over and took Natasha’s erect nipple into her mouth. I could see her lips closing around the hard nub on Natasha’s breast and Rachel’s saliva glistening on her sister’s boob. Natasha moaned quietly as Rachel’s agile tongue teased and played with her flesh.

“Okay,” I commanded, “Rachel, twist that other nipple between your fingers while you keep sucking that one.”

Rachel gripped the nipple between her fingers and twisted it hard. I could see the skin pulled and pinched. Natasha moaned again, a little louder this time, as her nipple was painfully tweaked.

I ordered Rachel to stop. It was time to show the boys the results of their handiwork and give these sluts their last lesson.

“Fetch your collars and leashes, girls,” I ordered, untying the ropes from around their necks “and bring them to me.”

Dutifully, the two slaves crawled off on their hands and knees and soon returned with their collars and leashes gripped between their teeth. I ordered them to kneel and told each girl to fasten the collar round the neck of the other one. Soon, the two pets were kneeling at my feet, the leather collars fastened round their necks, the attached leash between their teeth.

Slipping my robe on, I took the leashes from the girls and held the ends tightly in my right hand. With a tug of the leashes, I ordered the girls to crawl out of the bedroom and down to the main room where I knew Frank and Ted would be waiting.

It was quite a buzz walking into the main room with our two playthings crawling naked in front of me on the end of their leashes. Frank and Ted looked up as we entered and smiled broadly.

I unclipped the leashes from the collar and ordered the girls to kneel in front of Frank and Ted sitting on the couch. I then seated myself next to them and the three of us drank in the sight of our two obedient slave girls kneeling dutifully in front of us, heads bowed, awaiting their next orders.

“How do you feel, Natasha,” I asked after a while. Natasha looked up, her brown eyes burning with submission. I noticed the nipples on her enormous breasts were hard and erect.

“Like …. Like,” she stammered, lost for words.

“Let me tell you, bitch,” I laughed, “Like the fucking filthy cumpuppy that you are. Am I right?”

“Y…yes sir,”

“And you, slut,” I said, turning to Rachel, “How do you feel?”

Rachel looked up and swallowed hard. It was obviously difficult for her to tell us what she really felt.

“Come on, my pet,” I continued, “Don’t be shy.”

“I feel ….” she stammered, “I feel …. like a cheap little whore.”

“That‘s because that’s what you are, Rachel,” I said, “A cheap good for nothing piece of meat like your sister. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” said the two girls in unison.

“Excellent,” I continued, “ Now listen. In a few hours, your husbands will be returning. You are now their slaves. Not their wives. Their slaves. You will treat them as you would treat the three of us: with humility, with respect, with complete and utter obedience. You will do their bidding at all times, is that clear?” Obediently, the girls replied in the affirmative.

“Good,” I said, “Now here are some rules that you must obey. Firstly, you must never wear clothes unless you are given permission to do so. You are to be stark naked at all times unless your master tells you otherwise. If you are permitted to wear clothes when you leave the house - and that will be a privilege you will have to earn - you must strip naked as soon as you come back inside.

“Secondly, you must crawl on your hands and knees at all times. You may only stand if given permission to do so.

“Thirdly, you may not sit on any furniture unless instructed. When at rest, you must kneel at your master’s feet.

“You never eat at the table with your master unless he gives you permission. You drink water out of a dog’s bowl on the floor, if you’re lucky, and the toilet if you’ve been bad. You eat your food either out of a bowl or off the floor.

“Some basic etiquette rules now: you must greet your master by kissing his feet and prostrating yourself at his feet. You must remain silent at all times unless spoken to or given permission to speak. You must always refer to your master as either ‘sir’ or ‘master’. Do you understand, sluts?”

“Yes sir,” the kneeling slaves chorused.

“I hope so,“ I continued, “Any breech of these rules and the three of us will be back to teach you some hard lessons. And to make sure you pair of fucking worthless pieces of meat remember what you are, here‘s a little reminder.”

Ted handed me a black marker pen. Leaning over to the girls, I wrote the word ‘CUMDUMP’ in big black letters on Natasha’s forehead and ‘CUMSLUT’ on Rachel’s. “That’s what you bitches are, understand?”

“Y….yes sir.” the girls chorused

“So you,” I said, looking at Natasha, “you big titted piece of shit. What are you?”

“A C..cumdump, sir.”

“Louder. I couldn’t hear you.”

“A cumdump, sir,” shouted the humiliated slave.”

“And you, blondie,” I laughed, turning to Rachel, “What about you?”

“I’m a cumslut, sir,” stammered Rachel.

“Good,” I said, “And don’t you forget it.” The first stage of their instructions was complete: now for the second stage

“Now some basic sexual rules,” I continued, “First and most importantly, you may not play with yourself or seek sexual gratification of any kind without the express instructions of your master.

“Your body and all its holes must be made available without question to your master 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Your mouth, cunt and ass are all at the disposal of your master whenever he commands it. Your body must also be made totally available to anyone on the command of your master. You are playthings, fuckmeat, cheap and nasty little whores who are here solely for your master’s pleasure and nothing else. Do you understand?”

Again, the girls chorused their response.

“Okay,” I said, “Let’s see if you truly understand. Natasha, stand up, hands on head.”

Natasha obeyed, standing in front of us, her hands on her head, her legs apart. I could just look at this bitch all day, gaze at her large tits, the way her hair fell onto her shoulders, her shaved cunt, and the submissive look on her slutty face.

“Now then, what‘s a cumdump like you for,” I said, “Tell me what your face is good for?”

“Being covered in cum, sir,” she replied, “Pissed on, spat on, and being cockslapped.”

“Your mouth?”

“For sucking cock, for filling with cum, for licking pussy, and for gagging so that my master can’t hear my filthy slutty moans when I’m being degraded for his amusement.” It was hard to keep the smile from my face: Natasha really was a nasty submissive whore.

“Those tits?”

“For cumming on, titfucking, tit bondage and tit torture.”

“The nipples?”

“For sucking, pinching, attaching clothespins and nipple clamps to.”

“Your ass?”

“For spanking, sir.“

“And your asshole?“

“For filling with cocks or dildos or vegetables or anything my master desires.”

“And that dirty cunt of yours?”

“For sticking my fingers in and playing with, for being licked, for being filled with cock, being filled with cum, or being fucked with whatever my master commands.”

“Excellent, Natasha,” I said, “Excellent. I love a slut who knows her place. Now you, Rachel? Tell me what you’ve learned.”

Rachel lowered her head slightly and then looked up at me. She looked so submissive, so obedient, so sexual. “I learned I’m a worthless cumslut, sir, a dirty filthy whore,” she said quietly.

“Speak up, girl,” I said, placing a finger under her chin and raising her head, “Don’t be ashamed.”

“I’m a dirty nasty cumslut, sir,” Rachel continued, this time louder, her voice trembling, “A filthy cum drinking piece of meat.”

“Good,” I smiled, “Now tell me how much you love cum.”

“I love to be covered in it, sir,” the obedient slave continued, “I deserve to be plastered in hot sticky jizz from head to foot, to have it dripping from my face, my tits, my ass. To have it dribbling out of my cunt and pussy and mouth. I love to lick it up out of bowls or off the floor, sir, like the cumwhore I am, sir. I love how it feels on my skin, how it feels when it splatters in my slutty face.”

God, I was getting hard hearing these bitches degrade themselves. There’s something so hot about hearing slaves talking dirty.

Slowly, I walked around the two sluts kneeling submissively in front of the couch, looking down on them and, I must admit, congratulating myself on our success with these bitches. I can’t explain how good it feels knowing that you’ve managed to turn two disobedient ungrateful whores into two obedient slaves - especially two as beautiful, as submissive, as kinky as these two were.

Looking back, Natasha and Rachel were probably two of my most successful projects. Sure, there were other notable successes. I remembered a whore called Jessica that I’d had to train a few months ago. She was another bitch who spent her man’s money and didn’t give a fuck. The only things going for her were that she was blonde, beautiful, and had an amazing body. You should have seen her when we first captured her: struggling, fighting back, calling us all the names under the sun, trying to escape. But we broke her in the end. We always do. Last time I set eyes on her, she was crawling naked on the floor, covered in cum and piss, her ass red from a good spanking, promising she‘d be a good girl from now on. Yes, I remembered Jessica with some affection. She was a great success. And Natasha and Rachel were right up there too.

“So then girls,” I said, still walking slowly round the kneeling slaves, “What shall we do now? Now that you’re fully trained.” The girls were silent. “Well?” I said, leaning over to Natasha.

“A … anything you want, sir,” said Natasha.

I crouched in front of Natasha and looked into her dark submissive eyes. “Anything, honey?” I smiled, “Are you sure you mean that?”

“Yes sir,” Natasha nodded, “We are your slaves, your playthings. Do with us as you wish.” Damn, she was good. And if she wanted us to do whatever we wanted with her and her sister, who were we to refuse.

“Okay,” I said, standing and slipping my robe off so I stood before them naked. I smiled as the two slaves looked up at me, trying to avoid looking at my erect cock, and blushing with shame at the thoughts that were no doubt running through their slutty minds.

“Okay, slut,” I said, pointing to the dining table, “Get up there and sit on that table.” Natasha obediently crawled across to the table and sat on the table, her legs hanging down.

Ted and Frank, both of whom were now naked, walked over to her. Ted crouched and fastened a pair of ankle cuffs around Natasha’s ankles. Behind her, Frank was tying her hands behind her back with some rope. Ted meanwhile had looped some rope through the clips on the cuffs and was drawing Natasha’s legs as far apart as they would go, pulling her pussylips wide open. The ends of the rope were secured to opposite legs of the table, resulting in Natasha’s ankles being pulled wide apart, fully exposing her shaved cunt.

I walked over to Natasha and grasped her face in my hand, forcing her to look into my eyes. “This,” I hissed, “is to make sure you understand the nature of true submission.”

“Y…yes, master,” Natasha whimpered.

Letting go of her cheeks, I grasped Natasha’s ample left breast in my hand and squeezed it hard, causing the bound fucktoy to cry out and plead for mercy. The flesh of the tit ballooned between my fingers. I love the feel of tortured titflesh in my hand and the look on a girl’s face when I grab her tit and squeeze it hard. These bitches are so used to having their tits played with gently that when you come along and treat a tit hard like they‘re supposed to be treated, they just squeal like pigs.

Expertly, with a little help from Ted, I began to wrap rope around Natasha’s bulging breast flesh, binding it tightly, causing it to stick out, the nipple hard and erect. I then turned my attention to her right tit and soon Natasha’s breasts were tightly bound and beginning to turn red from the blood trapped in them.

“Mmmmmm,” Frank smiled, “Those tits look mighty sensitive.” Saying that, he produced a riding crop from a holdall resting under the table and whacked Natasha hard across her nipples. Natasha shrieked in pain as the crop cut into her vulnerable boobs.

Ted handed a pair of nipple clamps to Frank which he attached to Natasha’s nipples, staring into the helpless slave’s eyes as he did so. Natasha squirmed and screamed as the clamps bit into her flesh. Frank smiled, revelling in the humiliation and pain burning in her eyes.

I watched this with relish. Turning to Rachel, still kneeling on the floor, watching the further humiliation of her sister, I said, “Are you enjoying this? Are you getting off on watching your sister being tortured?”

Rachel lowered her head, afraid to answer. She was right to be afraid. There was no right answer. “You fucking slut,” I snapped, striding over to her and slapping her across the face, “Answer us when we ask you a question. Now tell us, does it turn you on?”

“N….no, sir,” stuttered Rachel.

“You fucking liar,” I shouted, “Look at you all wet down there. Whore!”

Ted reached into the holdall and produced a thick black dildo. He then threw it at Rachel, the dildo bouncing off the kneeling slut’s forehead and tumbling onto the floor.

“Since you’re getting turned on so much,” I laughed, “get that up your cunt and frig yourself, you fucking slut.”

Rachel picked up the dildo and began to rub the tip up and down her pussylips. I slapped Rachel across the face again, “Didn’t you hear me, bitch? I told you to get it up your cunt, not play with yourself. Now do as you’re told. NOW.”

Trembling, Rachel plunged the thick black phallus into her snatch, moaning as the hard plastic cock slid into her, filling her vagina. Still kneeling, Rachel fixed her gaze on the sight of her sister, her pussy grotesquely exposed, her painfully bound tits being whipped with the crop by Frank, each blow eliciting a moan of pain and sexual frustration. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker, Rachel began to pump the dildo in and out of her cunt, whimpering like a slut on heat from the friction on her engorged clit, all the whilst staring at the sight of her slutty sister being tortured.

Natasha must have endured about twenty blows across her swollen tits, each blow causing her to writhe around and wail in pain. The noise of her whining was becoming irksome. I reached down and grabbed the dildo from Rachel. Quickly, I moved across to Natasha, the dildo dripping with Rachel’s cuntjuices.

“Fuck girl,” I said with contempt, “You are one whiny bitch.” And saying that, I unceremoniously stuffed the slime-covered dildo into Natasha’s open mouth, stifling her cries.

“Okay, boys,” I said, drinking in the sight of the squirming slut in front of me, “Tie Natasha down to the table and let’s have some fun with that other bitch.”

Frank quickly untied Natasha’s hands and pushed her down so that her back was lying flat on the table. Frank and Ted then each tied rope round one of Natasha’s wrists and tied them to opposite legs of the table, resulting in Natasha being stretched over the leaf of the table, her legs hanging over the edge with her ankles tightly secured.

I looked down at the helpless slave. “Mmmmm,” I said, “Looking good. Just need one more thing to make this perfect.” I reached into the holdall and pulled out two more thick dildoes. Crouching down between Natasha’s legs, because of the position she was tied in, not only was her cunt wide open but her stretched asshole was visible between her legs. I eased one of the dildoes into Natasha’s gaping vagina, causing her to moan and shake her head from side to side. I then shoved the other dildo into her open asshole. As I did so, Natasha emitted a muffled squeal from behind her dildo-gag and struggled against her bonds. She looked quite the picture, a dildo filling each hole and with her boobs tightly tied. Rivulets of cuntjuice began to trickle out of her pussy down the part of the dildo shaft sticking out from between her legs.

I turned round and grabbed Rachel by the hair. “Come on, bitch,” I snapped, “ Now its your turn.”

“Pleeeeease, sir,” pleaded the helpless slave as I roughly dragged her across the room, “Pleeeease, have mercy.”

Stopping, I slapped Rachel across the cheek. “Stop whining, bitch,” I hissed, “Remember you’re here for our pleasure and nothing more. Call yourself a slave. I think you still need to be taught a lesson.”

Frank handed me a large bag full of clothespins. I jiggled the bag in front of Rachel’s face so she hear the clothespins rattling about inside, revelling in the expression on her face.

Smiling, I tipped the bag upside down over Rachel’s head. A rain of clothespins tumbled over her, scattering onto the floor.

“Mmmmm,” I said, “Looks like 20 or 30 clothespins there. I wonder if I’ll be able to fit them all on you. Now get down on the floor and pick them up.”

I dropped the bag to the floor and watched as Rachel crouched at my feet, picking the clothespins up and putting them back in the bag. When she had finished, she knelt before me and offered the bag back to me.

“Offer it in your mouth, bitch,” I snapped, “Don’t you ever learn?”

Rachel placed the lip of the bag between her teeth and knelt before me, the full bag dangling from her mouth, her eyes wide with apprehension and submission.

I looked down on her for a moment and then ordered Rachel to stand. I placed my hand between her legs, staring into her eyes as I did so. “Damn, bitch,” I laughed as my fingers probed her cunt, “You’re getting wet down there. You really get off on being treated like a fucking piece of meat, don’t you. Well, let’s just see how much you can take, slave.”

I took the bag from Rachel’s mouth, only for the stupid whore to start whining and pleading again.

“Pleeeeeease …” whimpered Rachel.

“I thought I told you earlier to shut the fuck up,” I said, “Stick your tongue out, whore. Do it.”

Rachel obeyed, sticking her lithe little tongue out of her mouth. I clipped a clothespin onto the end of her tongue, causing Rachel to emit muffled whines of pain.

“Seems to have done the trick, boss,” laughed Ted, “That bitch doesn’t seem to be complaining much now.”

I then began to attach more clothespins to Rachel’s face. I clipped a clothespin to each nostril, leaving Rachel looking so stupid and humiliated, sitting there with three clothespins dangling down from her face.

Ted crouched at Rachel’s feet and fastened ankle cuffs around each of her ankles. He slapped the inside of her thighs, “Come on bitch, open those legs wide.” Rachel shuffled her feet apart and Ted fixed an ankle-spreader to the cuffs, securing her ankles so she was standing with her legs wide apart. He then ordered Rachel to sit on the floor which she did, her knees raised, legs wide apart revealing her pussylips.

Frank walked over and attached two chains to each of Rachel’s ankles, throwing the other end over the rafter above her head. Ted and Frank then grabbed the chain tightly, wrapping it round their wrists, and pulled at it. This had the effect of pulling Rachel’s spread-eagled legs into the air, causing her to fall onto her back. She squealed and struggled as her legs were pulled higher and higher, eventually lifting her off the ground upside-down. Involuntarily, Rachel used her hands pressing against the floor to take some of the pressure of her legs as she was left dangling upside-down, her legs fixed wide apart. The naked slut was now completely helpless, hanging upside-down by her ankles from the rafter, her cunt and ass exposed.

I walked over to the helpless slave and ran my finger up and down her gaping slit, spitting on her labia to moisten them. I looked down at Rachel, her boobs dangling down, her hair falling over her face. I nodded to Frank and he handed me a large cylindrical candle. The candle had been burning for some time and a large pool of wax had accumulated in it.

Smiling, I hissed, “This should warm you up, bitch,” and slowly upended the candle above Rachel’s exposed and reddened pussy. Globules of hot wax dripped onto her pussylips. As the wax hit her labia, Rachel squealed in pain, thrashing helplessly but unable to escape the burning wax dropping on her cunt. Slowly, I tipped the candle further, allowing thick streams of wax to pour down over Rachel’s exposed crotch. The squeals and screams of pain were louder now, accompanied by gasps for mercy, muffled by the clothespin still attached to her tongue “Oh God, noooooooo. Pleeeeeeeeeease, no more. Pleeeeeeeeeease.”

Soon, Rachel’s crotch was covered in a thick film of hardening red candle wax. Droplets of wax streamed down over her taut belly and onto her boobs. As the hot wax poured over her sensitive skin and pussylips, Rachel continued to thrash around, suspended upside down, and wriggle, her muffled squeals of humiliation and pain eliciting only laughter from me and the boys/

Frank handed me another lit candle and I eased one end into Rachel’s waxed cunt, leaving about six inches sticking out of her pussy. Ted passed me another lit candle and that one I inserted into Rachel’s asshole.

“You make a real good candelabra, bitch,” I laughed, stepping back to admire my handiwork. Rachel did look quite the picture, hanging upside down, her legs wide apart, the area between them covered in candlewax with two lit candles forming a V-shape as they protruded from her tortured cunt and ass.

Frank, Ted and I stood around for a while, drinking in the sight of our two tortured slaves: Natasha grotesquely exposed with dildoes rammed into her holes, her tits tight bound and clamped, and her sister, suspended upside down, her pussy covered in candlewax and with her holes plugged with lit candles.

After five minutes or so, we left the girls where they were and began to tidy things up. Our client would be returning soon and we needed to leave the place looking as we had found it. Plus there was a game on TV - we could catch an hour or so before it was time to cut the girls down and get them cleaned up.

It was around 1:30pm by the time we returned to cut the girls down. I I walked across to Natasha, her head slumped down. Lifting her head up, I looked into her eyes, drinking in the humiliation burning in them. I smiled and spat in her face, watching the thick glob of saliva ooze down her pretty face.

I ordered Frank and Ted to cut the girls down. Freed from their bonds, the two girls lay cowering on the floor, their bodies caked in sweat, their skin red with marks from the clothespins, ropes and hot wax. I wished that it were possible to see how much more they could take - they were good sluts, that was for sure - but time was short. There was just enough time for one last fucking before we had to get them cleaned up for their master’s return.

Leaving Rachel lying on the floor, we dragged Natasha over to the table and lifted her on to it. Frank, Ted and I removed our clothes and stood around her, stroking our cocks. Frank and Ted moved towards Natasha’s head and began to rub their engorged penises over her face. At the same time, I stood between her legs, lifting them apart, and rubbing my hard cock up and down her tortured slit. As Frank and Ted began to slap Natasha across the face with their cocks, I slowly slid my prick into her cunt and began to roughly fuck the helpless slave. Frank and Ted slowly forced their cocks into Natasha’s slutty mouth, stretching it open, their cocks sliding between her wet lips as I continued to pound into her vagina.

Before too long, Frank and Ted came, pulling their cocks from Natasha’s mouth and pumping their hot cum over her slutty face. At the same time, I came hard into her wet cunt, filling Natasha’s pussy with my sperm.

Leaving the fucked and tortured slut lying on the table, we moved across to Rachel, forcing her onto all fours. Ted knelt behind her and eased his still hard cock into her asshole. Gripping her waist with his hands, Ted started to pump into her, thrusting his penis into her rectum. Frank and I watched as Ted assfucked Rachel, the slut’s face contorted with pain and humiliation as he tore into her asshole.

It wasn’t long before Ted came, emptying his balls into her tight ass. Removing his dripping cock from Rachel’s asshole, he pushed her down onto the floor. Frank moved over and rolled Rachel over and eagerly rammed his thick black cock into her cunt and began to fuck her. Meanwhile I straddled her and, grabbing her hair in my fist, forced my cock into Rachel’s mouth, face-fucking her. The slut moaned and whimpered as we used her body, helpless to resist. Grunting, Frank shot his load into her pussy and almost simultaneously, I came, filling Rachel’s mouth with my hot cum.

The three of us stood around, looking at Natasha and Rachel, their used and abused bodies a testament to what had happened to them over the last 48 hours. They had been good sluts - and that was the highest compliment you could pay to a bitch. All that was left now was to clean them up and get them ready for their master’s return.

During the next hour, we hosed them down and cleaned them up. By the time we were ready to leave, they looked like a million dollars: their make up immaculate, hair washed and styled, their skin clean. They were still naked though: sluts like these didn’t deserve (or need) clothes of course. I ordered them to kneel, heads lowered, hands behind their backs in the centre of the room to await their master’s return.

And that was how I last saw them as I reluctantly left the house, turning to gaze on their naked bodies as I shut the door behind me. I hoped they had learnt their lesson.

Next day, I checked my bank account. The balance of what we were owed had been paid. An hour later, the client called me on my cell phone. He was pleased, very pleased. He had obviously had a good night with his two new slaves. He got in touch with me again about a month later. Seems things were going real well. Natasha and Rachel had learnt their lessons well: no more fooling around with other guys, and they were showing total obedience and subservience. Another satisfied customer.

I still look back on Natasha and Rachel with fondness but in this job, you can’t get too attached. There are always more bitches who need to be taught a lesson. That morning, for example, I received an email from a guy in San Francisco needing my help. His girlfriend, Cheryl, needed to learn some manners. I looked at the picture of her. She was a cutie, a doe-eyed brunette with a wicked smile and real sexy eyes.

Yes, I thought, its time I introduced myself to Cheryl. I could just imagine what that pretty little face would look like covered in cum as she pleaded for mercy.

I reached for my cell phone and dialled the number on the eMail. A man answered.

“Hi there,” I said, “I’m ringing about Cheryl.”

THE END

A Weekend With Natasha and Rachel

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