Life In An Instant free porn video

Tall, blond, well dressed and successful she wasout having a quick lunch with a friend from work when the world as she knewit came to an end. Jessie's eyes were roving around the room at random as shepretended to listen to her friend. Then she sees him.

Dark brown hair, nice suit, a face that's handsomebut not too rugged. This man of indeterminate age's looks were what caughther attention, it was his eyes that held her. If asked she wouldn't have beenable to tell you what color they were but she couldn't look away when theirgaze met. She felt trapped but excited, he smiled lightly and winked beforeturning away and for some reason she felt unworthy.

Her friend finally noticed Jessie's inattention,then the reason for it (she was still staring at him), "So, go talk to him!"

"No! no I couldn't." She blushed and turned theconversation back to annoying habits of their co-workers. Her attention, however,kept darting back to her mystery man. Their eyes met again and again she couldnot look away.

He stood, walking right towards her. Jessie's heartbegan to pound in her chest, what was happening to her? She never got thisflustered over a guy since 6 th grade! He gave hera smile and nod as he walked by but that was all.

She watched him walking to the door, he moved toput his wallet away and missed. Seeming not to notice he walked out to thestreet and out of her sight. It only took a second to make up her mind. Itwas the right thing to do and it would give her an excuse to talk to him.

Jessie hopped to her feet, deaf to her friendsprotests, grabbed the fallen billfold and rushed out the door. Instinctivelyshe turned to her right, thinking he must have gone that way or else she wouldhave seen him through the window while at her table. Eyes focused on the crowdahead of her she cried out, "David! Your wallet!" Assuming the I.D. in thewallet belonged to her mystery man.

Like most people she didn't notice the dark alleybetween the diner and its neighboring building. Something grabbed her by thearm and dragged her bodily into the gloom. It took a few seconds for her eyesto adjust but when they did her panic faded, it was him!

He was smiling and it made her blush. "Your wallet?" Shemanaged, holding the dropped item up meekly.

Taking the offered wallet, his hand brushed hers, "Thankyou….whore." With that final word his magnetic eyes seemed to finallypick a color, black.

"What?" she started to ask, thinking she misheardhim.

Jessie never managed the whole word before theleather wallet was shoved into her mouth. A flash of movement and somethingwas tied around her head, holding the wallet in. Another deft movement andher suit jacket was down around her elbows somehow tied to bind her arms behindher.

Something metallic glittered in the dark, "Let'ssee if you're worth the trouble." He sneered. As the knife cut her blouse toshreds Jessie's mind finally caught up with what was happening. Screaming asloud as she could got her nothing more than a backhanded slap that nearly knockedher over. With a growl of anticipation he ripped the lacy bra from her chestand was rewarded with a view of her natural C-cup's jiggling like so much jelloas her chest heaved for breath.

Left hand squeezing her throat Jessie was pinnedagainst a dumpster as he chewed mercilessly on her tender tit-flesh. The knifestill in his right hand tore through her skirt though not enough for it tofall off. Panties torn off and thrown to the side he fucks her roughly withthe handle of the knife.

Jessie could feel herself getting wet but knewit was just her body reacting to the rough texture of the handle. "This isn'thappening! Why won't anyone help me?" her mind cried out.

All thought (and breath) is knocked from her asshe is spun around and slammed into the brick wall. The force of the impactprobably would have broken her nose if he wasn't pulling her head back by ahandful of hair, as it was her already abused tits were crushed against therough and dirty masonry.

The only surprise when he slammed his prick intoher was that he hadn't already. As he pumped away roughly a small, detachedpart of her brain noted that it had been a while since a man had filled herso completely. After a short while, when he knew his prick would be slick withher juices he switched holes without missing a beat or slowing his trust.

Jessie had never had ANYTHING up her ass, period.When his iron hard dick tore into her anus she squealed like a pig. This onlyseemed to further motivate him to pound her harder.

Her chest was being rubbed raw by the bricks andthe force of the rape. She kept hoping to pass out or simply die. Neither happenedand soon she felt his hot lava flood her bowels. He threw his whole body intohers, crushing her into the wall as his cock spasmed inside her.

His breathing was heavy and ragged as he nibbledroughly on her ear. Withdrawing from her ass he threw her to the ground. Shelanded poorly, twisting her bound writs so painfully she was sure it was broken.

Eyes scrunched up with pain she felt somethingwarm and wet splashing across her face. Jessie opened her eyes and immediatelyregretted it as the stream of piss flooded into them. It seemed as though hewas determined to cover every inch of her and nearly did so before runningout of piss.

Risking another glance she could see her attackerzipping up. He then began twirling the knife in once hand absent mindedly whilelooking her over. Jessie felt as though she was being dissected by his strangeeyes.

"Sure, why not. You're a decent fuck with potential." Heshrugged.

A feeling of relief swept over her. He was goingto let her go! Or so she thought, then he knelt down beside her.

"Shhh…." He cooed, gently brushing a strandof piss soaked hair from her face, "It'll be ok I promise."

Then he wrapped his hands around her throat andbegan to squeeze. Slowly, inexorably Jessie's world faded to black.

She was naked, lying on her back on a hard benchjust wide enough for her body. Her legs were held wide by rope around her anklesthat ran to eyebolts in the ceiling. Arms too were tied perpendicular to herbody, only these ropes led to the floor forcing her to keep her back archedto relieve the tension in her shoulders.

This had been done for a twofold purpose she found. "Itmakes you shove those lovely fuck sacks out for me to play with while preventingyou from giving in to that naughty instinct to cover up!", her rapist explainedwhile beating said tits with a Cat-'o-nine tails.

Ever since she had woken up to him using a woodenpaddle on her cunt the abuse had rarely stopped. What she could see of theroom was dimly lit with no windows or clock so there was no way to tell howlong she had been there.

Even his appearances seemed to be random. He wouldjust walk in, abuse her until he was bored, perhaps fuck her then leave.

At one point he decided he didn't like her pussyhair so, using one of those trigger activated fireplace lighters, he burnedit all off. He had taken his time, being methodical, leaving no area of hergroin untouched by flame. Bye the time she was completely bald she was in hysterics,muscles twitching, body coated in sweat.

"All excited are we? Good" he smiled, shoving thehot lighter up her ass then fucked her face.

Jessie awoke to find herself bound in a new way.There was a chain, slightly longer than she was tall, ran from the thick collararound her neck to an eye bolt in the floor. This gave her enough room to standstraight only if standing directly over the eyebolt. Her hands were encasedin stiff leather gloves that kept her fingers spread out and unable to close.The ball gag had been replaced with one shaped like a phallus and was onlyjust short of hitting the back of her throat.

He must have bathed her while she slept too asshe no longer smelled of piss, sex and sweat. Her hair felt clean and softas well.

"What could this mean?" She thought to her self,looking around to see what else may have changed.

The room was better lit now (and, she was forcedto admit, might not be the same one) with only one visible way in or out. Therewas no door, simply one corner of the room turned into a hallway down whichshe could not see. There was a mirror on one wall allowing Jessie the firstview of herself she had seen in who knew how long.

Angry red welts and fading bruises covered herbody, especially thick around her thighs and tits. There was rope burn fromthe various positions she had been bound in on her arms and legs as well. Herface, however, was untouched, perfect as ever.

She tested the chain, not really expecting to breakit. Just as she was trying to remove the gloves when she heard something comingdown the hall, it was Him.

He was pushing a TV/VCR ahead of him on a cart,the power cord disappearing down the hall.

"I thought you might like to see this. It was justtaped it last night." He said as he pressed play.

The screen came to life. It was the evening newswith that anchor man whose name Jessie could never remember. He seemed to bejust finishing up a story, "…And the school board will hold their votethis Friday. There are still no leads in the Jessie Hearth disappearance. Ms.Hearth vanished without a trace over a week ago while having lunch with a friend.Given the lack of leads police are holding out little hope of finding the womanat this point. Now over to Jim for sports…"

"Sounds like their about to give up doesn't it?" helaughed, walking over to where she had collapsed, "Don't worry, I won't giveup on you."

He began to fuck her, almost keeping time withher sobbing.

Life had begun to take on a pattern for Jessie.Each day, at least she assumed it was a new day, she was awakened by a blastof cold water as He hosed her down. If she had lost control and relieved herselfin the night she would be immediately strung up and beaten until two full gallonsof carbonated enema had been administered. If not she was allowed to use thetoilet to shit, piss however was gathered in a bottle.

Breakfast was then made. Always instant oatmealshe had the choice of using water, milk, or her own piss. Whatever she chosethe other two would be her only choices the next day until all had been used.Her penis gag was replaced with a ring so she could suck her breakfast up throughthe hollow 'dildo straw' as electric currents stimulated her nipples and clit.

Next came exercises, stretching and aerobics weredone as per whatever video He selected. He stood by, bull whip at the readyshould she, in his opinion, miss a step or not keep up with the pace.

"Hrrmphh!" Jessie cried into her gag. Having stumbledyet again the nooses tied around the base of the tits tightened painfully.He had set the treadmill faster than usual today. The treadmill was the worstof the exercises. It had been modified so that the controls were out of herreach, not that it mattered she was hardly ever without the hobbling gloves.There were panels that prevented her from standing anywhere but on the rotatingtrack, though she could still fall off of the back. If she did fall back orslow down the bindings around her tits would tighten cruelly.

Often by the end of the run they would have beenconstricted so much that her breasts were bulging purple balloons. On theseoccasions he would immediately throw her to the ground and fuck her while viciouslyabusing her discolored mammaries until she passed out.

School was in session again. Jessie both hatedand looked forward to this time. It was only during 'school' that she was notforced to wear a gag and the hobbling gloves. However, seated on a hard woodenstool she was held in place by the twin dildos, one in her as the other hercunt, which were inflated to fill her so completely it hurt even to sit still.

The main subjects of her schooling were grammarand anatomy. For anatomy he would pinch or simply point to some portion ofher flesh and she would have to list every lewd phrase she could think of todescribe it then list all the ways in which it could be used for pleasuringher master.

"Sir! Tit! Fuck sack! Jug! Milk sack! Teat! Hooter!" Shesquealed as her left melon was crushed in his grip, "For masters pleasure itmay be sucked, fucked, beaten, whipped, pierced, crushed and inflated!"

If she hesitated, said 'um', used improper grammar(no 'Sir' or 'master') or could not come up with as many terms as last 'class'a painful electrical current would course through her from the anal dildo.If she got the question right she was rewarded with several strokes from whateverthe whip of the day was, along with a more controlled, precise electrical currentthat directly stimulated her pussy and tits. Class was over when she managedenough right questions to cum from the electrical stimulation/beating.

"ohh goddddd! Not again…."Jessie was havinga hard time concentrating, even though she was alone. He had decided her clitwasn't nearly sensitive enough and so had, for the last several days hookeda vacuum tube to it. The other end of the tube ran to a small pump that randomlychanged the strength of its suction as well as caused it to vibrate slightly.It had just kicked up to a power level that she knew from experience wouldmake her cum if it maintained for more than 30 seconds.

Wrists bound by chain to her collar she could notreach her cunt (she had even begun to think in the crude terms she was learning)so could only tense her body in expectation and half hope of an orgasm. Finallyshe came, grunting around the penis gag as she added another coat of pussyjuice to her already slick thighs.

Shaking her head she returned to flipping throughthe bondage magazine in front of her. She had to find five photos of tormentsshe 'wanted' to try, this was her third magazine and she had only found twopositions she thought might not kill her.

For the first time in recent memory Jessie wokeup on a bed. For a split second she though it had all been a nightmare butthen she tried to move she found herself bound. Spreader bar between her legs,wrists cuffed and tied to the headboard and a spreader gag in her mouth.

"Master?" she asked but it only came out as a gurgled "Gashker?" Shetook in her limited view and concluded, based on the tacky wallpaper and dimlighting that she was in some cheap hotel.

"Ah, awake just in time." Came His voice from herleft, "Don't get your hopes up, this is just a step in your training."

"Gahh?' she drooled, looking up at him.

"Oh I know you hate to leave your room but, thisis something I can't teach you myself…"

There was a knock at the door. Light flooded theroom as the door was opened and was shut.

"How much again?"

"Depends whatcha want hon'" a small black girlwith a perm and slutty dress.

"My girlfriend," He pointed to Jessie, "She's newbut likes it rough. Then maybe a BJ if there's time."

"Kinky shit huh?" she shrugged, already unzippingher dress. "$75 an hour."

"Deal."

Jessie felt the bed shift, then something warmand wet on her bald cunt. She began dry heave in disgust, crying.

Ten hours and seven hookers later Jessie was sore,slick with sweat and exhausted. At some point, she couldn't be certain when,she gave in and began licking and sucking whatever was put in her mouth beit cock, tit, or cunt. The third time someone pissed on her face she was sotired she didn't even blink.

He had played the video of her 12 hour lesbianfuck fest non stop for nearly a week. She could almost quote every moan andwhimper by heart. Her beatings and choreographed fuck sessions resumed withincreased intensity after a 24 hour recovery from the hotel. That's also theweek that marked the first time she orgasmed simply from being whipped. Asa reward she was allowed to watch a home video he had stolen of the familyreunion she had missed. Of course she was locked onto a sybian and given electrostimulation as it played.

"You'll never see them again you know." He whisperin her ear as the film ended.

Tears running down her face she weakly shook herhead.

Standing in front of her he dropped his pants andbegan to piss in her face.

Without thinking she automatically opened her mouthand began swallowing, just has she had been taught. By the time she realizedwhat she was doing he had finished.

She threw up.

He made her sleep in it.

It was only the second time she had been takenout of her cell. Considering the last time she had been raped by nearly a dozenstreet whores, Jessie was justifiably nervous. Also she was wearing clothesfor the first time in probably months. If clear latex bra, thong, skirt andcorset constituted clothing, that is. It felt strange to be even partiallycovered.

Thanks to the constant vacuum treatment Jessie'sclit now protruded even when not aroused, this added to her discomfort as itwas rubbed and crushed by the thong. Much to her chagrin she could feel itmaking her wet, indeed there was a trickle of pussy juice running down herleg.

"It's time for you to start earning your keep." Hesaid, pulling her out of the car by her leash. She said nothing, wearing thepenis gag (which she had realized some time ago was made from a mold of Hisprick) as she was.

The 5 inch stiletto heels had been difficult towalk in at first but having been locked into them for the past 2 weeks (evenduring her treadmill exercises) it was almost second nature.

"You're going to be part of a show." He led herin the back alley door of a building she didn't recognize, "I expect you todo what you're told. Not that you'll have much of a choice."

Jessie was introduced to Diana. Diana was blondand nearly 6', not counting the 6 inch heels she wore. She wore nothing elseto hide her svelte figure, though her large natural breasts were bound tightlyinto two bulging spheres that darkened past crimson as they watched.

Jessie cringed, all too familiar with the painof such bondage. The blond seemed untroubled by it, however, and was in factplaying with them.

The blond took her leash and led her to a fancymetal contraption and strapped her in. "The show starts in 10 minutes," SaidDiana, plunging a syringe in her prisoners arm, "Just enough time for thisto kick in. After all we don't want your protests to be too convincing." Sheremoved the gag, and bra then walked away.

Whatever had been in the needle seemed to washover Jessie. Her nerves seemed to triple in sensitivity, the slightest draftmade her shiver, the thong rubbing her clit was nearly enough to make her cum.She never felt the rack being moved, didn't hear the announcement or the cheeringas the curtain parted and her prison was pushed out on stage.

If anyone that had known Jessie before her kidnappinghad been there they wouldn't have recognized her. Hair dyed black for the occasion,her body was hard and toned from the daily forced exercise. She was writhingwith the overwhelming sensations, sweat glistening over her every curve.

Jessie was begging to be freed, to be rescued,through her drug induced haze though is sounded more like a porn star playinga willing rape victim on camera, "Ohhhh! Ahhh, ….nnnmoreee…..hmmmphpleassee….meee…."

The crowd went wild as Diana, now dressed as adominatrix with half pound weights hanging from her tits and each pussy lip,pushed several needles into Jessie's tits. The needles were connected to bagsof saline solution which began to inflate her tits.

Jessie screamed and cried (or rather tried to inactuality just whimpered and moaned) The needles felt like giant drills asthey entered her, the sensation of her tits being filled was painful in waysshe couldn't express.

A raffle was held, the winner was to be allowedto torment Jessie further. The winner, a statuesque redhead, made her way tothe stage followed by her slave/daughter. The woman picked up a long thin cane,an apparent favorite of hers judging by the parallel marks visible under herdaughters bikini top, using it to trace the areolas on Jessie's ever growingmounds.

On her mothers orders the young girl knelt, pulledaside the thong and began to suckle Jessie's overlarge clit like it was a babybottle as she began working her entire fist into the defenseless cunt.

The beating began as soon as the saline bags wereempty, nearly half a gallon filled her tits. 'Mother' was obviously an expertat caning, each strike (and resulting welt) was perfectly parallel and crossedboth tits.

Jessie held out as long as she could but in theend it was too much, her training too effective, and the young girl too talented.She came with a bestial scream, her taunt muscles straining against her bondsuntil she collapsed. Exhausted she lay limp and unresponsive, even to furthercaning.

She was left on the rack for the remainder of thenight for guests to fondle, abuse or have pictures taken.

The day after the trip to the club He only touchedher tits twice. Both times were to apply a soothing salve and while the forcewith which he massaged it in was rough by vanilla standard it was the mostcompassion he'd ever shown her. As a "thank you" for the kindness she gavehim the most vigorous blowjob she could and didn't so much as blink when hepainted her face with his cum, nor when he washed it off with a stream of piss.

Life resumed its pattern for Jessie, a life centeredon sex and suffering. It hadn't taken her long to realize what she was beingtrained for but it was still horrifying to realize it was working. The roughsex and erotic torture were actually becoming arousing to her. She was allowedto watch porn but the only ones that held her interest were the ones wherethe woman was tied up and treated roughly. After a particularly brutal fucksession with Him she tried to earn a respite by requesting the next movie bea bondage one.

He happily obliged. So there she sat, on his lapdick up her ass watching a compilation of her past tortures.

Once a week now Jessie was taken to the club andwas made to be a part of Diana's show. Her forced breast enlargement and subsequentbeating raffle was quite popular. So to was "Guess What's Up Your Ass?" a gameshow themed event for two or more slaves. The title was fairly self explanatory,the winner was whichever slave identified the greater number of objects, beingable to remain conscious also helped.

Jessie actually won that game once. As a prizeher owner was given 24 hours with that night's Prize Girl, the young redheadfrom Jessie's first night at the club. She was also rewarded with not beingplaced on open public torment that night.

While with the little redhead, Brandi it turnedout her name was, He hardly touched Jessie at all. She was left collared tothe short chain on the floor (in what she had come to think of as her bed)with the suction tube working her clit. He hadn't even bothered to attach hershackles to her collar. Nothing would have prevented her from removing thetube if she had thought about it.

Instead she made a halfhearted attempt to freeherself from the collar (more out of habit than anything else) as she watchedthe girl get fucked and tormented in many familiar ways. Many not so familiar.

"Damn is she flexible!" Thought Jessie.

They even did plain vanilla missionary.

Jessie was frantic, her life had been centeredaround serving Him and being tormented by Him for so long being ignored feltweird. She couldn't tell if she was relieved or upset.

Finally He was done and left the dungeon. Brandilay where she had been left for a few minutes, gasping for breath. Slowly,exhausted as she was, she got up and crawled toward Jessie.

Their eyes were locked, Jessie was frozen in fearof what she thought might be about to happen. Brandi's eyes smoldered witha need the old Jessie wouldn't have believed possible.

She was mesmerized by how graceful and cat likethe girls movements were. The first warm, wet kiss sent shivers through herwhole body. With agonizing slowness Brandi kissed her way up from her toes.

There was a soft *POP* as the tube was pulled fromher clit. Her touch was so tender Jessie couldn't resist, she needed the kindness.They moved into a 69 and for the first time in her life Jessie willingly ateanother woman to orgasm.

They fell asleep in a tangle of flesh and chain,smiles on their faces.

She began to look forward to her time at the club,always hoping to catch a glimpse, or more, of young Brandi. Jessie was reachingorgasm more frequently from the rough treatment He put her through.

Most of the time He didn't even need to bind her,simply order her into whatever position suited him. Often times she would flinch,sometimes even collapse screaming but after a while she learned, she wouldbeg forgiveness and get back into position. As a result her times of beingbound became longer and more severe, a test of her endurance and an entertainmentfor while he fucked her.

She was taken to the hotel again on several occasions,each time doing over a dozen hookers. She ate each of them out without protesteach time imagining it was Brandi.

Jessie was aware that something in her was changing,that her mind was breaking but she knew the realization was too little toolate. There was nothing she could do, hope of escape or rescue had vanishedlong ago.

The realization came one day as He was fuckingher in the ass. She was on all fours, a full pound of lead hanging by alligatorclips from her nipples, two apples (soon to be her dinner) stuffed up her cunt.

"You made the news again, slut." He growled, lashingher back with a cat o nine.

She only whimpered in response, through the jawcracking ball gag

He grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her headto the TV and hit play.

A news anchor appeared on the screen. It was awoman this time, "And on a sadder note the authorities are calling off thesearch for Ms. Jessie Hearth. Ms. Hearth disappeared (A photograph appearedon the screen with her name under it. The tanned blond haired voluptuous lookednothing like the trim, toned, pale, raven haired thing shehad been made.) several months ago. There have been no clues other than sometorn clothing found near the diner she was last seen at. Many experts doubtthat she is still alive. Now back to Tim for sports…" The screen wentblank.

A few tears ran down her cheek but she still methis every thrust and came when her huge clit was crushed between his fingers.

Once again they were at the club. He had promisedJessie something special as a reward for recent obedience. The biggest surprisewas that she was not to be bound at all. For a fleeting moment the thoughtof escape passed through her mind but then she remembered, the bouncers don'tlet anyone leave unescorted if they're collared and hers was padlocked on.

Her outfit was a change too. There was no corset,nor an inch of latex. It was a simple white string bikini, quite skimpy.

"You might want to stretch some" Diana said, pinchingher ass as she passed by to the stage. Her tits glimmered with enough needlesto make a porcupine jealous.

A large inflatable pool was wheeled out onto thestage. "Ladies and gentlemen, Tonight's entertainment is a wrestling matchof bikini bondage. The slave who manages to strip her opponent nude, AND bindher with her own bikini wins. The losing slave becomes a servant of the winner'sowner for the evening, serving their whims all evening." Diana waved to theback of the stage, "Let's me the contestants!"

From back stage stepped Jessie, after only a slightpush from Him. She was joined by Brandi. She was dressed exactly the same,though her red locks were tied back in a pony tail. It was stunning when Jessierealized how much shorter than her the girl was, by almost a foot! The sizedifference made it seem as though the outcome would be a forgone conclusion.

The contestants bowed, the Jessie quite nervousand the redhead eyes downcast, and they entered the pool.

"Tonight's arena was provided by one of our clubsponsors, and topped off by some of our earlier guests." She gestured to thecontestants, "Ladies you have the honor to be duking it out in a pool of horsecum, with a dash of man juice!"

The Jessie looked down at the 8 inch deep goo indisgust, there was a faint smile on the redhead's lips.

They both knelt slowly into the pool the bell rang.Within seconds both women were coated in white slime. The Jessie scored thefirst victory, ripping the girls top off. The audience cheered as the redheadwas put into an arm lock while her captor struggled to get a grip on her bottomwith her slick fingers. She was trying not to hurt the young girl, which wasa mistake, but didn't want to face what He might do if she lost

To everyone's surprise the Brandi, apparently doublejointed, slipped out of the lock, down her opponent's body to almost completelysubmerge in the goop. A roar went up from the crowd when they realized theJessie's bottoms had disappeared.

What happened next was a blur. The girl jumpedup, blinded the older woman with a handful of horse jizz, knocked the windout of her with a knee to the gut, shoved the stolen panties in her mouth andripped off her top. Next thing everyone knew the Jessie was on her back, wristsbound, face being ridden by the small girl.

It was a nightmare. Jessie had lost the match,though He didn't seem to mind so much. While she was forced to lick the younggirl clean (it hadn't taken that much persuation.) He offered Brandi's momthe use of his dungeon for the night (largely because he didn't want Jessieseen in normal public yet, but he told no one this) and she accepted.

"The woman must have a tit fetish," Jessie thoughtthrough the haze of pain. In the course of three hours they had gone throughevery breast torture the dungeon had to offer. Some of them twice.

Then she began to work Jessie's ass. The womanwas a demonic, not caring the slightest for her subjects pleasure, only herown derived from their suffering. He stepped in before she could draw blood.For all He had done to her Jessie had never seen Him that mad.

"You'll ruin her." He growled.

"She's mine for the night by Club rules!" The womansneered, "I can do what I want to her."

"Snuff…is …not…allowed." Hesaid through clenched teeth, he glanced at the two slaves then whispered somethingin her ear. Whatever he said got a reaction, her eyes went wide, the colorleft her face, and the whip fell from her hand.

"Y-y-you wouldn't…" She started but sawthe look in His eyes, she nodded, "Fine."

Before they walked out of the dungeon he whisperedsomething to Brandi. She smiled nodding vigorously.

Jessie regained full consciousness to the feelingsof Brandi gently tending her wounds. The loving touches soothed the pain away,caresses became more intimate. The need for a kind touch burned in them asunquenchable lust. Passion drove them beyond exhaustions as a woman's shrieksof agony echoed down the hall.

"Mommy doesn't like doing it with boys." Brandigiggled as she snuggled with her lover.

For a week after the night with Brandi's mom Jessiewas given a respite and time to heal. She still had to do her work outs and'school' but Brandi was there doing it with her. They would be bound, sideby side, forced to ride sybians for hours while watching bondage films. Orthey would spend the day bound, just out of reach as they watched each otherbe brought to the edge of orgasm by electrodes, only to be denied.

Breakfast became their favorite meal. Usually oatmeal,served via enema, it was disgusting if they stopped to think about it, havingto suck their food from another's ass. However it was one of the few timesthey could freely touch and enjoy each other.

If they had been good they were bound in a 69 forthe night, or simply left to play.

The final day of her stay, Jessie realized witha shock she was falling in love…with the young girl!

It didn't take Him long to realize the connectionthe two girls had made. It took even less time to find a way to take advantageof it. Dropping hints that good behavior would be rewarded with a visit byBrandi He began her toilet training.

At first it was just the waste from the two ofthem. Between the torture and promises to see her lover Jessie found herselfactually trying with all her heart. When she puked itup it was a rare occasion that she wasn't already lapping up the puddle bythe time he'd though to order her to.

Once Jessie could keep her new 'meals' down shewas taken to the now familiar hotel. She knelt on a thick plastic sheet, naked,with wrists cuffed behind her back, and the word 'TOILET' in bold marker acrossher tits. Almost two dozen hookers stopped by the room that day.

"Easy money" Many of them said, only having torelieve themselves in some tramps mouth for a quick $50. Some stayed longereither to fuck Him or lay between Jessie's legs, eating her to orgasm as sheate human waste.

One morning Jessie woke up and her chain was alreadyunlocked from her collar. Hardly even thinking about it she went through hernormal routine. Even going so far as to don the tit nooses for the treadmilland making her own piss oatmeal.

As a reward she got to skip 'school' (she had begunacing it anyway) and he whipped her pussy until she passed out from the orgasms.When she came to there was a thin cushioned mat and slightly ragged sheet lyingnext to her chain. There was a note from Him: "You have been a good slave,enjoy your bed."

Jessie's eyes welled up with tears of joy, shehonestly couldn't remember the last time she hadn't slept on a hard stone floor…

Club shows involving Jessie were getting so popularthey actually started paying Him to bring her in twice a week. It hardly matteredto Jessie as she either suffered in the privacy of her dungeon being fuckedby one man or suffered in the club, humiliated by hundreds. Either way herorgasms were the same, unless of course Brandi was involved.

He always made good on his promises. If the smallredhead was offered as the reward for a particular task and Jessie succeededher lover was in her arms within days.

Sadly Brandi was at the club less and less often,and when she was her bruises and welts were horrible. Jessie humbly pointedthis out.

"I know. I'm working on it." Was all he said ashe drove a three foot needle through both of her nipples.

It was two years to the day since her kidnapping.Jessie was basking in the tropical sun, sweat glistening on her well tonedbody and making the white bikini nearly transparent. It had been stunning whenit happened. The police rushing in to the house. The whirlwind court case andsentencing. Jessie hadn't needed to testify, though she would have gladly.Instead she watched.

She watched every second of it on TV, over andover, from her dungeon. Watching Brandi's mom receive maximum sentences forchild endangerment, prostitution, attempted murder and resisting arrest alwaysmade her cum. Then He would mention that "She'll never get out. I know thewarden at the men's prison she is going to be accidentallydelivered to, where she'll disappear." and she'd cum again.

Jessie thought of all this as she knelt rubbingsuntan lotion on Brandi's bare chest. The little minx had worked her hand upthe older woman's pussy, they smiled at each other.

"Daddy, may I please have a drink?" Brandi cooed,not taking her eye off the welts on Jessie's tits

"Certainly, baby you two stay here. I'll get somethingfor all of us."

That was what had sealed Jessie's loyalty to Him.As soon as Brandi's mom had been sent 'up the river' He had adopted her. Shewas legally his daughter now. She lived above the dungeon, in the house proper(sleeping in His bed of course). When she was especially good she was allowedto use her toy, Jessie, all night by her self.

For herself Jessie had accepted becoming a thing,a non person. She didn't even know what name was on the passport that had gottenher here. She didn't care, she was with her Master and her lover. That's allthat matters.

"Jessie?! Hello!! Come in Jessie?!?"

A hand waved in front of her face. Her first thoughtwas panic, even with the black hair and glasses someone had recognized her!They'd take her away from Brandi!

"Yo! Jess!" The hand snapped it's fingers.

"You there Jess?"

Jessie shook her head, blond locks bouncing lightly. "What?" Sheglared at her friend.

"You've been staring at that guy like a statuefor, like, 10 minutes! Go say something.."

Jessie looked over at the handsome stranger, hegave a strange knowing smirk and turned away. There was no doubt it was Him,but…had it only been ten minutes? It felt so real!

The man got up, paid his bill and began headingfor the exit. He was leading in front of him a beautiful young redhead. "Brandi?" shegasped.

The girl winked at her as she walked past.

Something fluttered to the table as he passed.

It was a business card. It had only one line, inbold letters: "If you want it, follow me."

Jessie's hand shook as she clutched the card. Wideeyed she stared at her friend, then the card then the door.

Had it happened or hadn't it? Was this a trick?Did it matter? Her heart told her the answer.

Like a flash she was up, knocking over half theplates on her table. Not bothering with her purse she ran to the door and out.She ran after the man she had never met…that had raped her for years.

Well. Maybe he would rapeher. As she ran towards the alley she found herself hoping…..

===

From the author:

This is the type of story I hate to ready but foundfun to write. Leading the reader on down one reality only to make them questionwhether it had happened at all or would happen by the end. I only hope I didit right. Please let me know.

Constructive Criticism welcome at: [email protected]