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Rape's ProgressChapter 12 free porn video
Hope joined her little sister, Charity, about a week after her sibling had become my live-in sex-slave. Hope was in a bad way. She had been interrogated for several days by Zac and his henchman Cyril. These two were determined that Amazon Pot Com - an all-women marijuana-growing and marketing company recently formed by Hope - would not threaten their local monopoly. To reinforce their claim to the monopoly of illicit cultivation of Indian hemp in the nearby National Forest Zac and Cyril were terrorizing the members of Amazon Pot Com. They had the (mistaken) idea that I was some sort of teen-age Bluebeard willing and able to dispose of bodies. Which is why, when they had finished with Hope, they gave me a call on my cell phone. I collected her from Zac from the water-taxi jetty late at night and brought her home in my aluminum run-about.
Hope was surprised, and pleased, to find her sister alive and well. She wasn't so delighted when she learned that Charity was now my full-time sex-toy and had recently discovered a taste for submissive sex. The only thing which excited the younger woman's libido more than a spanking was to watch me screw the reluctant Hope. So I was kept busy until I could persuade my sister-in-law to export them to foreign parts.
A typical session would start with me ordering the sisters to strip. It was always possible to find some fault with Charity's performance of this simple task. For example, she could be too slow - or too fast - slipping out of her panties. This would earn the younger woman a thrashing with the implement of my choice. She would be bent over touching her toes and held fast by her equally naked sister while I administered the punishment. As her bare buttocks took on a rosy glow her breathing would quicken and her nipples would swell like pink buds. I would reach between her legs and affect surprise that her smooth little pussy was as juicy as a peeled peach. 'Charity!' I would say, 'I think you're ready to be fucked. Is that what you want?'
'Oh, Yes! Sebastian! Please!' She would gush, squirming with anticipation.
'But what about Hope?' I would say, stroking the older sister's genitals, 'She doesn't seem too keen!' Nor was she. After a week in the woods with Zac and Cyril, Hope needed a break from sex. She didn't get one. 'On your back! Spread 'em!' I'd snarl and rip into her as though I'd been celibate since birth. Hope would try to fake some sort of pleasure. If she didn't she knew I'd beat her for ingratitude. But she didn't fool anyone. Charity would watch this charade with growing eagerness, masturbating if I permitted her to do so.
A room, cut into the rock, at the rear of the boathouse below my apartment made a cool, dry, secure cell where the sisters languished between bedroom and other domestic duties. I kept their heads and pubes shaven at first but when I did contact Kim, with a proposal that she take the sisters off my hands, she insisted that they be allowed to regain their 'crowning glory' before she would even consider visiting me to inspect the merchandise.
So it was about two weeks later that Kim visited my boathouse- studio to assess the potential of Hope and Charity.
That very same night Zac invited me to join him and Cyril in '... a little bit of rough stuff to persuade an investor in Amazon Pot Com that she should have no more to do with the company. And should forget the two stupid bitches who started it and who had since disappeared... !'
I had to say 'No thanks!' To Zac's invitation in order to play the gracious host to my powerful sister-in-law.
By then I was anxious to get Hope and Charity off my hands. It's all very well to fantasize about keeping a couple of nubile sisters chained and ready to satisfy most sexual demands but the reality is a bit different. A lot of time is taken up administering the needs of sex-slaves. Time which could be spent profitably doing something else. They have to be fed and watered, kept clean and well-groomed and maintained in a secure environment. The possibility of one getting away means constant supervision by the 'owner'. In my case this meant my studies in Accountancy and Navigation, which my brother insisted I complete, were neglected while I looked after the two shorn red-heads.
Sex-slaves also have to be regularly beaten and fucked. Once this becomes a chore, rather than an unalloyed pleasure, they may as well be gone. So I made every effort to show the girls in the best possible light for Kim's visit.
I dressed the sisters as French maids - high-heeled pumps, black stockings, frilly knickers, aprons and mobcaps - and had them serve dinner to Kim and me. Kim said she enjoyed the food - which I cooked - and took the opportunity to intimately examine the maids. Charity was shocked at first when Kim caressed her shaven quim but was soon reduced to quivering acceptance of the older woman's advances. She spilled only a few drops of wine as Kim gently fingered her to orgasm. She responded positively to Kim's suggestion that she should play the submissive role in a duet with Hope, who was to wear a large double-headed dildo which Kim had brought to the party.
Hope had misgivings about her part in the proposed after-dinner entertainment. Despite being beaten with a leather tawse (bought specially for the occasion), she refused to strap on the implement and impale her younger sister on the large rubber-dickie.
'Never mind, Sebastian, ' said Kim, not at all put out by Hope's negative attitude. 'I'll soon have her co-operating in full. Hope and Charity will make a very attractive package for one of my Thai clients who is always on the lookout for attractive new acts for her exclusive night club. She will appreciate a pair of well-built red-headed sisters. So will her horny clients!'
I helped her load the pair into the motor launch Kim had used to reach my boathouse and waved them goodbye from the jetty. Then I retired to my empty bed for the first uninterrupted night's sleep I had enjoyed in several weeks.
Zac and Cyril videotaped their 'bit of rough stuff'. So I know more or less what happened the night I spent entertaining Kim and persuading her to accept Hope and Charity for training and sale to an Asian entertainment group. Viewing the tape made me realize that Zac and Cyril were more ruthless than I had thought... and a whole lot dumber.
I guess they gained access to the penthouse apartment of one of the names on their list of Amazon Pot Com's subscribers. I recognized the woman a thirty-something socialite who was frequently in the news. Once inside her dwelling, they gagged her elderly companion - it's not clear from the tape what his relationship was with the well-stacked woman - and tied him to an upright pole which formed part of the bar. Then they set up the video camera to record their villainy and got to work.
This was no crime of passion. Zac and Cyril went about their act of terrorism with precision. First they made the woman strip. Zac found some music, and pointed the camera. At some time she must have been a professional dancer, because she gave a very polished, sexy, performance. When she was down to her panties and stockings, Cyril stopped the music and pointed to the man.
'Lookit the dirty old bastard!' He yelled. 'He's gettin' a hard on just thinkin' about what we're gonna do to his chick!'
They ripped off the old boy's shirt, tie and underpants, leaving his genitals exposed. Cyril pretended to be shocked at the geriatric's erection - which soon faded when Zac produced a blade and proposed to geld the old gent.
The suggestion that her elderly companion was about to be de-nackered provoked a storm of protest from the younger woman. Zac was persuaded not to convert the old boy's balls into highballs, via the blender on the bar. His mercy was conditional on the shapely subscriber to Amazon Pot Com vowing to forget her investment and renouncing any future interest in growing Indian hemp. She agreed.
'Furthermore', said Zac, 'Tonight you can play the whore for me and my little pal, Cyril.'
She hesitated. Zac smacked her on the side of the head and before she recovered her wits he draped her over a bar stool. He ripped her panties off, then parted the cheeks of her buttocks with his rough farmer's hands and began to force his cock up her fundament.
It is clear from the tape that being fucked up the arse was a new experience for the woman. She squirmed and writhed in a vain attempt to escape Zac's forceful presence but to no avail. Using his blunt fingers to stretch her sphincter Zac got the head of his cock inside her and forced the rest of his erection, inch by swollen inch, into the unplumbed passage. He was just getting into a steady rhythm - matching his thrusts to her screams - when the tape ran out.
The second tape - there were only two - was made later in the evening and shows that both Zac and Cyril had stripped for action. Their socialite hostess looks very much the worse for wear and, as the tape opens she is seen kneeling tiredly between the two thugs. They have apparently taken something to enhance their erections.
Zac's voice can be heard saying, 'Right, you snooty little slut, you're gonna put my cock in your mouth again, but this time, when I come, Bitch, you're gonna swallow every drop! Do you understand?'
She sobbed and nodded wearily.
Cyril shouted at her, making her jump, 'He asked if you understand! You answer nice, like I showed you, or I'll beat the shit outta you again!'
'Yes! Yes, master! I understand!' She quavered and slid Zac's dripping erection into her trembling mouth.
Zac stroked the woman's hair as he fed her ten inches of pork-sword. He slid in and out with a steady rhythm. She choked very seldom. Behind the group the elderly gentleman still stood, gagged, bound and half naked, a witness to the punishment being meted out to the woman, whose offence was to invest in the wrong pot-growing consortium.
'Don't worry, Gramps, the little lady can see to you too when we've done with her!' joked Cyril. 'Or, If not, we'll cut out her pussy and you can take it home! Hah Hah! Take-away nookie from Macunt!'
The woman began to cry and Zac speeded up his thrusts into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were working furiously and it was clear that Zac was about to come, explosively, in her mouth. When he did, he grabbed her hair and held her on his pulsating member. She swallowed gamely but was unable to prevent a trickle of viscous white semen escaping from her lips. It trickled down her chin then fell onto her bruised left breast. Cyril slapped her - hard. 'You must be fucking deaf!' He yelled.
'He said "swallow every fucking drop" not dribble it all over your titties!' He hit her again. 'Lick it off!' He ordered and sniggered as she lifted her bosom, lowered her head and extended a long, pink, tongue to remove the offending dollop of cum.
Cyril made her peel his foreskin back to expose his purple knob before inserting his massive cock between her swollen lips. He took his time fucking her face. I used the fast forward button to see whether the old boy did get it in the end, but the tape ran out before Cyril climaxed.
At eleven the next morning, I was woken up by the Turk - Kim's live-in thug and bodyguard - hammering on the boat-shed door. 'Get your arse down here, Sebastian!' he warbled. 'This time you're in real trouble!'
He said no more but whistled cheerfully as he motored us down the harbor to the ramshackle warehouse which serves as cover for my brother's business activities. Once inside we took the secure elevator to the 'cell-block' and 'dungeon'. Here I was confronted by Kim, Hope and Charity, and a grey suited gent I recognized as the accountant and contact for the Organization.
It was clear that Kim, in a leather harness and carrying a whip, had started the sisters' training. Hope was naked but for wrist and ankle cuffs, sweat streaked and very angry. Charity, wearing a red-leather harness and carrying an enormous dildo, was looking sated and sheepish.
'Sebastian, ' said Kim sternly, 'Listen carefully. It has been brought to my attention that these two young ladies are the principals of a new trading company - Amazon Pot Com - which has paid the Organization for protection. Unlike the two thugs with whom you were recently associated. I'm sure you didn't know this?'
I nodded. 'I had no idea... ' I began but Kim cut in. 'You may have helped to abduct the young ladies but you also preserved their lives, ' she said.
Hope screeched, 'Only so the little bastard could fuck us stupid for a fortnight before selling us to a Thai brothel... '
'Last night, ' Kim continued, ignoring Hope's rude interruption, 'Your erstwhile associates struck again. They raped and beat one of the company's major investors. They also assaulted her protector, who is a high executive in the Organization. As a result they have been condemned to die. So, Sebastian, have you!'
I swallowed. 'Er, you know where I was last night, ' I began.
'Yes, ' said the Accountant, 'Otherwise the contracts would already have been let on all three of you. Because of your earlier excellent work on the Organization's behalf, it has been decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. You have the opportunity to earn a reprieve.'
'Thank you, ' I said, as coolly as I could, 'What must I do?'
'Before the week is out, ' said the grey-suited little man, 'You must eliminate both Zacharias Smith and Cyril Longbottom. We don't care how you do it, but we would prefer you to employ the revolver on the table. It has already been used, on behalf of the Organization, in an execution, and its discovery after the event would send a clear message.'
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