Melanie

Chapter 2: Vanessa

After 2 years of owning Melanie, I began to desire for something fresh. Not that Melanie was beginning to bore me, quite the opposite actually. I loved finding out what new depths of pain and humiliation I can bring her to every day. 

Be that as it may, I felt as if it was time for Melanie and I to have a playmate. Another slave to keep us company. For this task I decided to scope out a college campus a few hours away. It was there that I first laid eyes on Vanessa.

I first saw her as she exited her class, chatting with her friends. Clearly of Latin descent, her glowing caramel skin caught my eye immediately.

She was wearing a sexy white halter top,showing off her her large breasts, which bounced slightly as she walked. Her jean shorts barely covered up her large Latin ass and her pedicured feet were criss crossed with strappy white sandals. Her lucious lips were something of dreams, and I could just imagine how they would look wrapped around an extra-large ball gag.

After I had chosen my target, I began to track her to more classes, and took notes on her social life. 

Her capture came about a month later, as she was driving to a 4 AM shift at the diner she worked at.  

Along the empty road I had parked my car and popped the hood, as if I needed a jump.

As she stopped to help me I stunned her, tied her hands and feet, and threw her in my trunk

3 hours later we were at her new home. Once we were in the garage I popped the trunk and drug my new toy out by her hair. I took my first chance to fondle her and began tearing off her clothes. As I mauled her gigantic breasts I realized I had to restrain myself. I wanted her first rape to happen in her new home, the dungeon.

I walked her down and heard her scream as she realized what was happening. In front of her was an assortment of torture instruments: whips, paddles, chains, saw horses, and so much more. Not to mention the chained up woman in a small cell in the corner of the room.

“Oh god please where am I? Please don’t hurt me! Please!”

She continued to plead as I led her over to a different cell on the opposite side of the basement. This one was a bit bigger than Melanie’s. I grabbed the collar on the floor and wrapped it around her petite neck. On the front was a heart shaped dog-tag with the word “Vanessa” in cursive. I fastened it with a small iron lock, assuring it would never come off as long as she lived.

I then shoved a large white ball gag in her pretty mouth and buckled it tight. After giving her a rough shove into the back of the cell, I slammed the door and locked it. Before I left the dungeon I leaned in close against the bars, looked into her scared, pleading eyes, and told her what I had told Melanie all those years ago.

“Welcome to hell, bitch”

4 months later

“AGHHHHH!!!! PLEASEEEE!”

Vanessa was screaming as the whip repeatedly fell on her large bouncing boobs. Today was excercise day and I was having her do some jumping jacks.

It was one of my favorite exercises to make her do since her massive boobs bounced so wonderfully with each hop. It also made a fun challenge to nick them with the whip as they bounced to and fro.

“Do you want to switch to some crunches slave?”

“Yes please master”

“Okay. On your back now”

As Vanessa came up for the first crunch I swung the whip and hit her square on the face. Whoops. She came up for the next crunch with a bleeding lip. I’d have to fix that up later

On the next one I made my mark though, and got her on the right breast, eliciting a wonderful scream 

I continued whipping her throughout the next 20 crunches, my desire to fuck her growing stronger with every lashing. 

“Up bitch, come sit on my lap.”

Exhausted, Vanessa lifted her broken and bruised body off the dungeon floor and walked over to me. On the ground beneath her was a pool of sweat, tears and blood.

My naked, sweaty slave sat on my lap, her delicious ass just inches from my erect cock. Her bleeding lip was quivering and tears rolled down her flawless cheeks. I ran my fingers over her titty welts as I went in to kiss her. 

Vanessa knew better than to refuse me and we made out for the next 5 minutes. All the while I pinched and twisted her bruised, whipped nipples. I could taste the blood on her lip from where I had accidently whipped it.

Still mid-kiss, I grabbed some lube from the table next to my chair and lathered up my cock as well as her vulnerable pussy. Breaking off the kiss I commanded her

“Sit on my cock, fuckslave”

“Yes master”

Vanessa turned around and lowered her sweaty form onto my hard cock. I soon filled her pussy as she bounced up and down, hands on the chair arms next to me. 

It was truly mesmerized watching this gorgeous girl, who was once so free and full of potential, bouncing on the dick of a complete stranger who just happened to kidnap her. I’m sure she never envisioned this life for herself.

Feeling myself about to cum, I grabbed her silky black hair and wrapped it around my fist, pulling her body closer to me as she rode.

“Beg for my cum bitch!”

“Please cum in me master. This worthless fuckslave needs your cum!!”

I quickly ejaculated, filling her with several spurts of semen.

As I lay back in the chair, relaxed, she turned around, still inside me, and tongue kissed me deeply - something she knows I like after I blow my load in her.  

After a good while of making out, I broke off the kiss and I told her:

“Good girl, you can get off now.”

Vanessa slid off me and knelt on the floor, head down and arms on her thighs, just as she’s been trained. 

“Go get the Melanie from her cell to help us clean up,” I ordered. “And make sure to grab some towels too”

“Yes, master”

Vanessa walked across the dungeon to Melanie’s cell and opened it. I could hear metal scraping across the concrete as the chained up slave crawled on her hands and knees over to me and began licking the blood, cum, and sweat off the floor. She then went under Vanessa’s legs and sucked out the remaining cum. That would be her dinner for the evening.

Vanessa walked over to me and wiped the juices from my cock. As she did so, I took the opportunity to give her one last deep kiss.

“Thank you slaves. Melanie, I hope you enjoyed your dinner. Now back to your cell. Vanessa, you’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

Vanessa nodded her head and thanked me. She liked spending time in my bed. Even if she was chained up there, it still beat being chained up and sleeping on the cold concrete floor of the dungeon.

After double checking Melanie’s cell was locked, I led Vanessa by her leash up the stairs of the dungeon to my bedroom. We took a warm shower together, during which time she sucked me dry for a final time, and then crawled into bed. 

I made sure Vanessa’s chains were tight before grabbing some alligator clamps and attaching them to her bruised nipples. Couldn’t let her get too comfortable!

As I began to drift off to sleep I gently flicked a clamped nipple and whispered

“Goodnight Vanessa. I love you”