Two months later...
"I had a really great time tonight," Ryan said, the dappled moonlight reflecting from his cool grey eyes.
"Me, too," Ashley replied, leaning in close to him as they paused in front of the entrance to her building. Her soft brown hair swayed gently in the evening breeze.
"Of course, I'd invite you inside. But you know I've got an early flight tomorrow morning," she said, wishing she could spend just one more night wrapped in his strong arms. "I'm only gone for a week though."
"Text me the second you get back," Ryan said. "I'm going to miss you."
"I definitely will. I just wish I was going somewhere that I could call you every day, but they've got me flying out to the middle of nowhere," she stood up on tippy toes and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, which he eagerly returned. For a moment she considered just missing her flight tomorrow, but her sense of responsibility got the better of her and she pulled away.
She entered the lobby to her apartment with her cheeks flushed and her mind aflutter. After climbing up the stairs she pressed her key into the lock and stepped inside. She flipped the switch to turn on the lights, but nothing happened. Confused, she took a hesitant step forward into the dark. As the door to the apartment swung closed it revealed a figure dressed in a white silk blouse and expensive designer slacks hiding behind the door.
"Going on a trip?" a woman's voice chirped, her face hidden behind a ski mask.
Ashley responded without thinking and threw a right hook directly into the intruder's nose. The masked woman stumbled back and dropped something to the floor, she wasn't expecting a fight. She quickly reached for the item she'd dropped as blood began to pour from her nose. "You fucking bitch!" the woman sneered. "You're going to pay for that!"
Ashley froze as she saw the woman raise something that in the darkness of the apartment looked like a gun. "Don't hurt me, I-," she began, but was dropped to the floor as the tazer fired and made her body go limp.
Teresa watched the slut drop the ground, landing with a satisfying thud against the thick rug. She pressed the trigger on the tazer again, watching the bitch spasm as the current raced through her body. She smiled. "Maybe just one more," she thought to herself and pressed the trigger another time. Ashley's body tensed and twitched uncontrollably from the electricity, she let out a low groan. Teresa's smile grew as she saw a dark patch growing over the incapacitated woman's crotch. "Ha, I made the whore piss herself," Teresa observed with satisfaction.
She knelt down and took out the kit from her purse nearby. She filled the syringe with sedative and jabbed it into the girl's neck as she lay there groaning. Only after she fell completely limp did Teresa stand up and remove her ski mask. She looked down at the blood stain on her new Michael Kors blouse and scowled. Maybe designer clothing wasn't the best outfit to wear for a kidnapping, but she'd be damned if she was going out of the house dressed like a peasant. She rolled her extra large suitcase next to the sedated woman and packed her inside, those pilates classes really paid off. Then she cleaned up any trace of her presence there and grabbed a new top from her victim's closet. "Ugh, I bet she bought this at a department store," she thought as she put it on and then wheeled the suitcase down the hall and into the elevator.
Ashley woke up, groggy and confused. "Where am I?" she thought, trying to piece together her memory through the waning haze of the sedative. She was in a dim room, completely bare except for an armoire in the corner. She was naked, standing in the middle of the room. No, wait, not standing, she realized as she tried to lift her arms to rub her eyes. She was bound with her back up against a square post, perched on a small wooden shoebox. Her arms had been pulled behind the post and zip-tied together at the wrists and elbows. Her neck, too, had been secured to the post with a thick leather strap that ran all the way around and pressed up against her throat. She felt a trail of drool run from her mouth as she discovered the large red ballgag tightly buckled within.
"Mmmph, mmmph," Ashley called out, seeking help.
"Ah, we're finally awake then," a voice answered from behind her. She recognized it as the intruder from her apartment. The woman stepped around in front of Ashley, her stiletto heels echoing on the marble tile. The woman's face was partially concealed behind a half-hood that came down to her cheeks. Her icy green eyes peered through the eyeholes, filled with anger and contempt. She wore tight black leather pants and a crushed velvet bustier that struggled to contain her generous tits. Her fiery red hair erupted in a ponytail from a hole in the top of her hood. She paced back and forth in front of Ashley with a riding crop in one hand that she casually tapped against the palm of the other hand.
"You are in some serious trouble," the woman continued. "You see, you've taken something from me."
"Mmmph, mmmph," Ashley replied, shaking her head in dissent as best she could despite the strap around her neck.
"Silence!" the woman yelled, snapping her riding crop down hard onto Ashley's tit. Ashley yelped as her breast lit up in pain. The woman raised the crop again and snapped it against her other tit, hitting her right on the nipple. Ashley's protests intensified and she pulled hard against her bonds, but there was no give. She was trapped.
"This must be some kind of mistake," Ashley thought, terrified. "I've never seen this person before in my life. I didn't take anything from her."
The woman continued to pace in front of her. "You're going to learn that no one steals from me and gets away with it," she turned towards Ashley, raised her riding crop and paused. "Now you may start screaming."
For the next half hour the woman battered her relentlessly, snapping the crop down again and again, all up and down her body, but mostly focusing on her poor, defenseless tits. Ashley screamed and thrashed. She pleaded and begged. But there was no stopping her tormentor. The woman's eyes twinkled with sadistic glee as she meted out what she considered justice.
Finally the woman tossed the riding crop aside. She reached up and unstrapped the ballgag, from the sobbing woman who was now covered in welts. "So, are you sorry yet?" her abuser asked.
Ashley weakly raised her head and looked at the woman through tear-streaked eyes. "I didn't do anything. I didn't steal from you. You've got the wrong person," she sobbed.
"Didn't do anything?!" the woman roared, slapping Ashley's bruised breasts with her hands.
"Please," Ashley begged. "I don't know who you are. Just let me go."
The woman stepped back and stood up straighter. She reached up and pulled free her mask, letting her luscious red mane spill down around her shoulders. "Does the name Teresa mean anything to you?"
Ashley stared back in confusion. She still had no idea who this woman was. "No," she muttered. The woman seemed hurt by this answer.
Teresa's eyes narrowed. "Who does this whore think she is?" she thought to herself. "Of course she recognizes me. Ryan would have told her all about me. She's just being difficult."
She reached up and grabbed ahold of the sluts nipples, pinching them hard. "Don't know who I am, eh?" she sneered as she twisted. Ashley grimaced and groaned in pain. "Ryan didn't talk about me?"
A moment of realization flashed in past the pain in her tits as Ashley put it all together. Ryan had mentioned his rich and entitled, crazy ex-girlfriend. The woman who was now mercilessly twisting and pinching her nipples, digging with her finely manicured nails into her sensitive flesh.
Teresa saw the realization dawn on the worthless cunt. She released her grip on the slut's udders. "Ah, I think maybe we're getting somewhere," she said. The whore stared back at her in fear. She was right to be afraid. "You took Ryan from me. He's mine and you tried to make him yours."
Ashley began to recognize just how much trouble she was in. This woman was clearly insane and had an axe to grind with her. "I didn't steal him from you!" she interrupted. "He left you because-"
Ashley was unable to finish, however, because, quick as a flash, Teresa kicked the box out from beneath Ashley's feet. She dropped down towards the floor, halted by the leather strap wrapped around her neck. Ashley gurgled and gasped as she hung from the strap. Her legs jerked and flexed as the tips of her toes just grazed the floor. Her face colored darker and darker. She fought for breath.
"You insolent little cunt! He didn't leave me! You stole him!" Teresa raged. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!"
Ashley's mind raced. She was fading fast from the lack of oxygen to her brain. She had to think of something quick.
"I can help you get him back," she rasped with her last breath.
Teresa's face suddenly softened. She quickly bent down and replaced the box beneath Ashley's feet.
"What did you say?" she asked eagerly.
Ashley coughed and gasped as she recovered. "I know Ryan. I can get him to take you back," she said.
The wheels began to turn within Teresa's mind. Having another perspective would help. And this slut owed it to her for trying to take her man. She quickly made up her mind.
"Okay," Teresa decided. "You will help me bring Ryan back to his senses." She raised the ballgag back into Ashley's mouth. "In the meantime," she added as she strolled over to the armoire and removed a pair of pliers from it, "we can continue your punishment."
Ashley's screams filled the room again as Teresa went to work, all the while fantasizing about brighter days ahead, she and Ryan back together, living happily ever after.
Ashley stood uneasily, fighting off the painful cramps in her abdomen. Her mistress had just filled her with an epically large enema, then rammed in a buttplug and told her to stand on the side of the room. She watched as the cruel woman gathered supplies for what was sure to be her next torment.
Ashley had spent the rest of that first night (after Teresa had finished with her) strapped up against the post, crying and in pain from the awful twist of fate that had led her to cross paths with this monster. She was eventually taken down the next morning and shoved into a cramped wooden box. Between fitful bouts of sleep she peered out through the air hole in the side of the box to see Teresa moving in more and more furniture and equipment to the bare room. Ashley's anxiety grew as she saw racks, cages, and boxes carefully positioned throughout the space. The walls were soon adorned with whips, chains, paddles, clamps, gags, and hoods. "This woman is completely insane," thought Ashley. "And somehow I'm supposed to convince Ryan to take her back."
When she was finally taken out of the box, it was to brainstorm their plan for "bringing Ryan back to his senses." Ashley had pinned her hopes on her captor's obsession clouding her judgement. "Just let me go talk to him," she had said. "I'll convince him to take you back." But Teresa wasn't having it. She knew that if she let Ashley go then there would be a jail cell for her in the near future, and no amount of her father's money could get her out of that.
They had eventually settled on texting him. Ashley insisted on messaging him right away. "He'll be so excited to hear from you," she said. She hoped Ryan would be suspicious if he received a message from her while she was supposedly out in the middle of nowhere. But again her duplicity was foiled by Teresa, who knew more than she let on, and whose patience was wearing thin. This latest trick earned her a vigorous paddling of her ass with a wooden plank that Teresa seemed keen to try out. Afterward, with Ashley bent over a table sporting a bright red ass, they both agreed that it would be best to send the message once Ashley was supposed to have arrived home from her trip.
"While we're waiting it will give us an opportunity to work on your self control," Teresa explained. "The way I see it, your dalliance with my man was caused by a lack of discipline on your part. Ryan is certainly irresistible, but your lust made you fail to recognize that he was taken."
And now here she was, awaiting whatever fresh hell Teresa had planned for her. It began with her laying on her back atop a table. She was ordered to lift her knees to her chest and hold them there. Teresa then lubed up a thin tube and worked it into her ass. It was held in place with an inflatable ball that nestled just inside her asshole. Ashley squealed and squirmed as she felt the ball grow in size. "If that bothers you," Teresa laughed, "then you're in for a rough day."
Teresa then hefted a large bag of fluid up over her head and hung it on a hook in the ceiling. She connected the tube in Ashley's ass and turned on the flow. Ashley immediately began to protest as the cool liquid poured into her ass, but a stern look from Teresa silenced her complaints.
The liquid trickled in, more and more. Ashley groaned as she felt her abdomen swell and the bag slowly deflated. "How much more can she do?" Ashley wondered to herself. "I feel like I'm about to burst."
Teresa had watched in fascination as her slave's tummy grew. She didn't think she could get the whole bag inside, and yet here she was, nearly done. The trickle began to slow. Teresa scowled and reached up above her head to squeeze the last few ounces from the bag. This elicited a pained groan from her victim.
She then deflated and withdrew the tube, quickly replacing it with a buttplug. Then she ordered her slave up onto her feet. Ashley moved slowly, her belly swollen from the liquid as it shifted around from her movement. She was guided over to a corner of the room and ordered to face the wall with her hands on her head and told not to move.
And so here Ashley stood. Teresa moved about the room, gathering this and that. What, exactly, Ashley did not know. She was too afraid to disobey her mistress, and too uncomfortable to twist around to steal a glance.
Finally, Teresa walked up behind her and told her to put her arms at her sides. Then she quickly yanked a thick leather hood over Ashley's head. Ashley briefly panicked as the room went dark and her nostrils filled with the scent of freshly oiled leather. Teresa pulled the laces as tight as she could, then yanked the buckles closed. Ashley fought to calm herself against her growing anxiety, her deep breaths whistling through the two tiny holes positioned beneath her nose.
With the hood securely in place, Teresa next yanked Ashley's arms behind her back and inserted them into a single-sleeved armbinder. Muted complaints emanated from the hood as this, too, had its laces pulled tight, drawing her elbows together and her shoulders back. A thick leather collar completed the look as Ashley felt it buckled tightly around her neck.
Next Ashley felt Teresa's soft hands pawing at her tits and gently tweaking her nipples. Once they had grown erect Teresa snapped a set of spring-loaded nipple clamps onto them. Ashley twisted and thrashed, howling in pain from behind her hood.
"Tut, tut," Teresa admonished, holding her victim steady. "I asked you to hold still. Besides, I'm almost done."
Ashley took short, sharp breaths as Teresa adjusted the clamps. She then felt the woman fiddling with something on her hood. Next Ashley was ordered to stand with her feet shoulder width apart. She groaned as Teresa pressed herself up against her backside and massaged her swollen tummy. Then the woman knelt down and attached something to the buttplug lodged in her ass.
After a few final preparations Teresa walked around to the front of her slave. "I need to head out for a couple hours," she yelled loud enough to be heard through the hood. "I expect you to remain standing exactly like this while I am gone. Don't move a single muscle, got it? Grunt twice if you understand."
Ashley grunted in acknowledgement as another cramp wracked her body. She felt Teresa lean in and give her a kiss on her leather enclosed head. Then there was a pause, followed a minute later by the sound of the heavy door to the dungeon opening and then slamming shut.
Ashley's heart thumped in anticipation. This was the first time she'd been left alone while not locked up in a cage or box. Perhaps this was her chance to escape. Even if the door to the room was locked she might be able to ambush Teresa when she returned. She forced herself to wait a minute, straining her ears to listen for any sign of her captor.
---
After putting the finishing touches on Ashley's bondage Teresa gave the slut a kiss on her shiny, leather covered head. She then walked over to the heavy dungeon door and opened it. She waited a second and then closed it without stepping through. Then she quietly stalked over to her comfy sofa to sit down and watch the show.
"Let's see if this whore will follow orders," she thought to herself. "She clearly has difficulty controlling herself, seeing as she tried to take another woman's man."
She watched and waited. Ashley remained stock still, not moving a muscle despite her obvious discomfort. Teresa began to think that maybe the slut was starting to learn her lesson, maybe she'd stay still after all. But then she heard the tinkle of chains as the woman shifted.
Ashley tipped herself forward to take a step. But, unbeknownst to her there was a small metal weight balanced atop her head. As her head slanted forward the weight slipped free and came tumbling down. Unfortunately for poor Ashley the weight was connected to a chain running between her nipple clamps. The weight fell a few feet before the chain pulled taut, delivering a fearsome tug to the clamps. Ashley cried out in pain, her legs nearly buckling from the unexpected agony unleashed on her tits.
Teresa smiled at her slave's pain. "The slut deserves it," she muttered to herself. "Now let's see if she has learned her lesson."
--
Ashley wailed in pain, hunched over, the heavy weight attached to her nipples swaying gently back and forth, twisting and pulling at her sensitive flesh. "What the fuck was that?" she bemoaned to herself. She hadn't known that there was a weight balancing atop her head. When it fell it felt like it nearly tore her nipples off. Somehow the clamps had held despite the sudden yank of the weights. She'd have thought they'd slip off, but if anything they seemed to be tighter now. Now each breath sent the weight swinging, the clamps twisting and pulling at her sensitive nipples with every movement.
Ashley paused, waiting for the weight to stop swinging. She debated whether or not to continue with her attempt to escape. The weight was certainly an unexpected surprise, but she doubted that Teresa had anything else in store for her. The entitled bitch was cruel, but that didn't mean she was smart.
Ashley turned around slowly, leery about setting off any other traps. She took a tentative step forward. Her toe touched a metal surface. She didn't remember that being there before, but with the distraction of her overfilled ass she wasn't sure if it had just been that she hadn't noticed it. She slid her foot forward, feeling more metal beneath her. That definitely wasn't there before she realized, but nothing seemed to happen.
She stepped forward with her other foot. This time however she felt a little tug at the tip of her armbinder. She quickly stepped back, but it was too late. The fishing line tied from the armbinder to the wall behind her had already pulled free the pin it was attached to. Even through her hood Ashley could hear the whir of a rope being quickly fed through a pulley. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled forward and upward by her collar.
The pin that she pulled had freed a heavy weight that was connected via a couple of pulleys to her collar. As the weight fell, the slack between Ashley and the pulley reduced. The weights crashed to the floor leaving only enough rope for Ashley to stand on tiptoe directly beneath the pulley. She dangled by her neck while she quickly brought her feet underneath her.
But that wasn't all. Ashley's buttplug was tethered to the floor behind her. As she surged forward the plug was suddenly yanked free from her clenched asshole.
Ashley was caught caught completely unawares. She was vaulted forward at the same time that her ass exploded in agony. She shrieked in pain and surprise. With her ass no longer stoppered up by the buttplug, filthy liquid poured out of her in a torrent, running down her leg and into a drain beneath her. It took her a moment before she was able to regain control of herself and clench down again.
--
Teresa could hardly contain her excitement. Her trap had worked exactly as she had intended. The insolent little cunt dangled from the ceiling by her neck. Her toes just touching the floor to relieve the strain. Filthy brown liquid dribbled down the backs of her legs.
She had to sit on her hands to keep from clapping them with glee. This was just further proof to her that this slut deserved to be here. She couldn't follow the simplest of instructions to stay still and wait. Well, when Teresa was done with her Ashley would know to listen very closely to her betters and to do exactly as they say.
--
Ashley danced back and forth from foot to foot as she gasped for breath. The collar pulled tightly on her neck, but not enough to completely cut off her air supply, at least not so long as her toes were able to lift her slightly up off the floor. Unfortunately, it was impossible to hold a steady position like this and her constant movement kept the weight attached to her nipple clamps perpetually swaying.
"I am so fucking stupid," Ashley thought to herself. "The nipple weight was obviously a warning not to move, and I ignored it. Now I'll be stuck like this for hours. How can this get any worse?"
As if to answer her thoughts she was wracked by another cramp from the liquid packed into her ass. She moaned, reflexively raising her knees to her chest to relieve the cramp. She tensed the muscles in her neck to keep from strangling herself, but she couldn't hold herself like that for long. Her collar pressed into her neck while it suspended all of her weight. She was eventually forced to lower her feet to the ground again.
"These cramps are just awful," she bemoaned to herself. Then it dawned on her that the buttplug was gone. The only thing holding in the liquid was her clenched and aching asshole. "I might as well let it go," she thought. "I can't get into any more trouble than this."
She took a deep breath and raised her legs to her chest once more, then pushed. The water erupted out of her ass like an uncapped fire hydrant. Her relief was palpable. As she emptied herself out the foul liquid poured down into the drain below her. After about half of the contents of her ass had poured out, there was a loud buzzer sound.
Ashley finished emptying herself out, confused by the sound, and with her breath running short she touched her toes to the floor for relief. However, as soon as her foot neared the metal plate beneath there was a sudden jolt as a spark jumped from the metal plate up into her body. Ashley yelped and instinctively pulled back, but the lack of oxygen due to the collar pressing into her throat forced her to try again.
Her toe touched down and was again met with a shock. However, she was forced to press down harder or risk passing out. With the current coursing through her legs she lifted herself up and rasped for breath, but it seemed like the longer she remained standing the worse the electric shock got. After taking several agonized breaths while up on her toes, she was again forced to lift her legs and dangle from her neck.
"Oh, fuck me!" Ashley thought unhappily.
--
Teresa watched with a big smile on her face as the slut finally made her torture complete. In fact, she was a little surprised that the stupid cunt hadn't released the enema right away when the buttplug came free. Instead she got to enjoy the step by step ratcheting up of her torture as each act of defiance was met with an even worse predicament.
Ashley alternated between pressing her toes to the floor and enduring the electric shocks, and hanging herself by her neck. The collar Teresa had chosen was broad enough that it was unlikely to do any permanent damage to the unhappy whore, but she figured it'd be a good idea to keep an eye on her just in case she passed out. Besides, watching the worthless cunt dance up and down was so much fun. Every time she shifted positions it sent the weights attached to her nipples swinging wildly.
Teresa settled in and made herself comfortable. She figured she'd let the slut down in about an hour. Ashley squealed as she set her toes down again. Maybe two hours, Teresa mused.
---
The next few days were a living hell for Ashley. Teresa had eventually returned and taken her down from the ceiling. Of course, Teresa decided that she must be punished for disobeying her orders to remain still. Each day for the rest of her "work trip" the test was repeated. Ashley was pumped full of liquid and ordered to remain standing still for hours on end.
Of course to keep it interesting Teresa would mix it up. One time she commanded Ashley to stand with her hands behind her head and the nipple weights balanced on her elbows. Another time she decided to forgo the buttplug that assisted in keeping the enema in. And one time she made sure that the liquid pumped into her ass was ice cold to make the cramps that accompanied it so much worse, and to leave the poor girl shivering from the chill.
Ashley was beyond making any more foolish attempts to escape. Nevertheless, she often found herself unable to hold her position for as long as she was ordered, enduring both the torment of her failure and the inevitable wrath of her mistress afterward for disobeying her.
But now today was the day that Ashley was due to return from her work trip. Ashley was left locked all day in the cramped cage that had been her home between tortures while Teresa nervously paced back and forth through the dungeon going over the details of the plan. Ashley was silently wishing and hoping for everything to work out. Would Teresa let her go once she got Ryan back?
About an hour before her flight was expected to land Teresa hauled her out of her cage. Ashley stretched her aching legs as she was dragged to the center of the room. Her cage left her no room to so much as turn around.
She was brought to a waist high metal bar mounted horizontally above the floor. Teresa grabbed Ashley's ankles and locked them into cuffs at the base of each of the supports holding up the bar. Then she bent Ashley forward and secured her wrists into a set of cuffs attached to a ring a few feet in front of her. Ashley, now trapped in a bent over position, looked up at her mistress expectedly.
"I bet you were looking forward to fucking my man when you got home tonight, huh?" Teresa sneered.
Ashley knew better than to respond, so she held her tongue.
"Well," Teresa continued. "I've obviously put a stop to that. But I'll still give you a good fucking tonight. How much you enjoy it, though, will depend on how successful your little plan is."
Teresa walked over to one of the recently installed cabinets and flung open the doors. She grabbed an armload of stuff and began arranging it on a table near Ashley so that she could see. Ashley watched as the woman set down a series of dildos. The first was a standard-looking flexible silicone dick, but Ashley's concern grew as the others were laid out. They grew bigger and stiffer and knobbier. Then they became downright terrifying, with bristles and barbs and all manner of features that could really fuck up a cunt.
Ashley stared wide-eyed at the possibilities as Teresa next laid out some lubes to accompany her dildos. There was KY jelly and various body oils, but there was also icy-hot and chili oil, as well as what looked to be metal shavings suspended in a gel.
--
Teresa was actually getting a little nervous. It'd been too long since she had last talked with Ryan. After he'd broken things off with her she had tried for so long to get him to come back, but he didn't pick up when she called and he didn't respond when she texted. But now with the proper encouragement from Ashley he would realize that she was the right woman for him all along.
She paced back and forth awaiting the proper time. She finished off her glass of wine and went to pour herself another only to realize that the bottle she had opened that morning was empty.
A timer went off, indicating it was time to proceed. Teresa turned on a TV display that mirrored what she was looking at on Ashley's phone, that way the little cunt could help out, and also see for herself the moment when Ryan picked the better woman. She sat down on the couch and picked up the slut's phone.
[Ashley]: hi ryan im back
Teresa sighed at the lack of capitalization and punctuation that the dumb cunt used, but she needed to stay consistent so that Ryan didn't suspect anything. He responded immediately.
[Ryan]: I missed u so much!!! When can we get together?
Teresa narrowed her eyes and swallowed her jealousy.
[Ashley]: actually i was thinking while i was away
[Ashley]: i dont think im right 4 u
[Ashley]: u need a girl who will take care of u... someone who will show u off and treat u 2 nice things
[Ryan]: Ashley, what r u saying? I don't want any of that. I want you. Pls meet with me and we'll talk.
[Ashley]: im sry ryan... we r through... go find someone who will love u as much as u deserve
Teresa couldn't help but smile as she so deftly severed Ryan's relationship with Ashley. She had no idea what he had seen in that nasty little trollop. But now it was her turn. He would take her back and everything would be better than ever before.
---
Ashley couldn't help but feel sorrow as she watched Teresa break things off with Ryan on her behalf. She really did care for him and had held out hope that he'd come rescue her like her knight in shining armor, but the reality was that it was over. Teresa had won and now it was incumbent upon her just to survive.
She watched Teresa set her phone down and disconnect it from the display.
"What do you think of that, slut? You and Ryan are through," Teresa teased. "Now watch as he comes crawling back to me - where he belongs."
Teresa picked up her own phone and connected it so that Ashley could see the exchange. Ashley perked up. "Wait!" she called out. "This wasn't the plan! You can't message him right now. He'll be angry and upset from the breakup. You need to wait a few hours, at least."
"Quiet, cunt!" Teresa snapped. "I think I know Ryan better than you do. He's not going to be upset by breaking up with a piece of trash like you." She picked up her phone as Ashley anxiously watched.
[Teresa]: Hi Ryan!
There was a long pause. Perhaps Ryan was deciding whether or not to respond. Ashley waited with bated breath.
[Ryan]: What do u want?
[Teresa]: Ryan, I've been thinking about what we had. We were so good together. Won't you give us another chance?
[Ryan]: I broke up with u two months ago. What we had wasn't good. Move on.
Teresa furrowed her brow. This wasn't going the way that she planned. Ashley watched as the woman's temper flared.
[Teresa]: How many more skanks do you have to fuck before you realize that I'm the one for you?
[Ryan]: u don't know me... I don't want you
[Teresa]: Ryan, don't say that! I love you! You're making a huge mistake.
Teresa tried to type more. She was quickly losing control of herself. An angry chirp interrupted her next message.
[System notification]: The user you are trying to reach has blocked you.
Teresa stared at her phone in disbelief. She tried to message him again, receiving the same notification. She tried again, and again. In a fit of rage she chucked her phone across the room. It slammed into the wall, shattering to pieces. Teresa pulled her legs up onto the couch and cried into her arms in anger and frustration. Then after a moment she paused. She looked up, suddenly remembering Ashley, who was still bound in the middle of the room.
"This is your fault," she seethed, getting up from the couch.
"No, please! You didn't do what we planned!" Ashley pleaded.
"You poisoned him against me!" Teresa shouted, growing red in the face. "You knew this would happen!"
Teresa stomped over to the table stocked with dildos and grabbed the nastiest-looking one. She mounted the strap-on to her hips and grabbed the bottle of chili oil for lube.
"No! Don't! Please! I'm sorry!" Ashley begged as Teresa lined up the monster with her pussy. She felt a stab of pain as the barbed tip nestled aside her labia. But Teresa was just getting started.
"You're not sorry," Teresa growled. "But you will be soon, cunt!"
Teresa slammed her hips forward. Ashley shrieked in agony as the spikes and bristles all along the dildo scoured and scraped their way inside. Teresa paused with the dildo halfway inside her victim. After a few seconds Ashley's suffering blossomed further as the chili oil made its presence known. Ashley squealed and bucked as her pussy felt like it was set on fire, but her restraints kept her locked in a tight embrace with her tormentor, unable to wriggle away.
Teresa reversed direction, sliding her dildo out. This caused all the little bristles along the shaft to stand on end, burrowing into her vagina before dragging their way back through her burning, chili-coated love tunnel.
Teresa savored her victim's agony. It was a small consolation to the anger and sadness she felt herself. She grabbed ahold of Ashley's hips, eager to ram the dildo in for its full length. The frightened and hurting woman trembled within her grasp. Then Ashley screamed bloody murder as the dildo forced its way in deeper, delivering its tortured kiss to untouched depths. Teresa could feel the woman shudder as the cock reached all the way inside. She gave her most intense scream yet as the barbed tip met her cervix. Then, mercifully, she passed out.
Ashley's relief was short-lived, however, as Teresa unhooked herself from the dildo, leaving it buried in her victim's cunt, and retrieved her smelling salts. Ashley startled awake, her burning pussy pulsing in pain.
"I'm not finished with you yet, whore," Teresa sneered. She fetched a set of nipple clamps and snapped them onto the tips of her tear-shaped titties as they delightfully dangled from the woeful woman's horizontal chest. She attached a chain with a weight on the end to each of the clamps.
Next Teresa went to a cabinet and withdrew a syringe. "I was saving this for a special occasion," she explained. "It's a nice little cocktail of uppers that will keep you conscious and screaming all night long."
She jabbed the needle into Ashley's butt cheek and then took up position behind her victim once again. She reattached herself to the dildo and this time grabbed ahold of Ashley's hair to pull on for leverage. Now as she thrust the torturous dildo in and out, it set the weights attached to the nipple clamps vigorously swinging back and forth, twisting and pulling at her nipples with every movement.
Teresa fucked her until she grew bored with the woman's screaming. Then she brought out her cane and gave her fifty strokes across the backs of her thighs. When she tired of that she found a set of skewers that soon found homes within Ashley's dangling tits.
The torture provided a distraction, however brief, from her failure with Ryan. But Teresa's pursuit of her lost lover was not over. She never took 'no' for an answer. This was merely a minor setback on a journey that she would someday relate to their grandkids. She was already plotting her next move.
---
A few days locked in a small wooden box gave Ashley enough time to recover from the savage torture her mistress had exacted on her the night that Ryan had spurned Teresa for the second time. When she came out Teresa found her captive to be much more agreeable and compliant than before. The threat of another fucking with that awful dildo was enough to get Ashley to do anything Teresa asked.
As days passed, Ashley was trusted with more and more responsibilities. She was tasked with tidying up the dungeon, and preparing her mistress's drinks (all while sufficiently tethered to the wall by a heavy metal chain and collar, of course). She was even allowed to kneel beside Teresa while she stalked him across social media and through the contacts she had at his job. Together they brainstormed ideas for how to get him back together with Teresa. The insane woman was surprisingly patient as she plotted her next move.
That didn't mean, of course, that Ashley was spared any further punishment. On the contrary, whenever Teresa was feeling frustrated or upset she took it out on her poor captive. In addition to that, Teresa was determined to teach her slave better self-control to correct her supposed poor judgement for seducing Ryan.
Their latest game involved having Ashley stand on a small overturned bucket for hours on end. The small surface gave Ashley essentially no room to move about or rest her tired feet. A counter kept track every time she lost her balance and touched the floor. How severe she was punished afterward depended upon how many times she stepped down.
And Teresa had no shortage of clever ways to entice her victim down. She one time chained a fifty pound weight to Ashley's collar, forcing the girl to hold it up with her hands while she teetered. Another time she caned the soles of her feet before putting her up on her perch. And, of course, Teresa regularly came by wielding a bullwhip which she laid into her helpless victim's body, daring her to step down to avoid the strikes.
Once Ashley began to get too good at maintaining her pose the difficulty was increased by making her stand while wearing six inch heels. The heels weren't just to give Ashley a harder time, however. More and more Teresa would dress up Ashley in sexy lingerie and then order her unwilling slave to lick her pussy.
The first time, when Ashley showed reticence at performing cunnilingus on her mistress, Teresa was greatly insulted. In a fit of rage she snapped a harsh clamp onto Ashley's tongue and left her dangling from the ceiling, standing on tiptoe for the rest of the night. Teresa would then periodically come by to add to Ashley's misery. First she applied a set of weighted clamps to her nipples. This was later matched with a fierce clamp on her clit, from which a spiked weight dangled between her legs, poking and stabbing at her thighs with every movement. By the next morning Ashley was desperate to prove to her mistress how badly she wanted to lick her cunt.
One day Teresa entered the dungeon particularly proud of herself. In a feat of daring she had managed to sneak into Ryan's apartment and install a hidden camera in his living room. Ashley kneeled beside her as she excitedly turned it on. They spent the next few hours watching Ryan sit on his couch staring at the TV - not at all interesting for Ashley, but Teresa was captivated to be able to watch the object of her obsession when he was in the privacy of his home.
From then on it was Ashley's duty to observe and record the goings on in Ryan's apartment whenever Teresa wasn't around to watch for herself. Thankfully Ryan was away at work most days so the job wasn't too onerous.
It was a Friday night and Teresa was off at some charity fundraiser. Ashley always rued the return of her mistress after social events. She usually came home drunk and either horny or angry, and she usually took out either frustration on Ashley. Ashley sat watching Ryan's empty apartment on the display. He'd been gone for several hours now, but she saw the image shift as he opened the door.
Ashley dropped her notebook as she saw him stumble inside with a young woman in his arms. The two were passionately kissing, locked in an embrace as they tumbled onto his sofa. It wasn't long before the two had shed their clothes and starting fucking right then and there. Ryan leaned back and the girl climbed on top, riding him cowgirl style, her small perky tits bouncing along with her movements.
Ashley stared in shock, her face blushing at watching such a private and intimate encounter. It didn't take long for the implications of this to register. This was bad. This was very bad. Teresa would be furious, and she would likely find a way to blame Ashley for this.
The pair finished and moved off to the bedroom. A few minutes later Ashley heard the heavy door to the dungeon swing open. Teresa sauntered through wearing a designer dress, her face flushed with inebriation.
"Good evening, cunt," she said. "Anything happen at Ryan's place tonight?"
"Um," Ashley began. She didn't know how to break the news to her mistress. Hopefully she was drunk enough to let her off easy. "Well, you see..."
"What is it?" Teresa said, sobering up as she realized something serious must have happened. She didn't wait for Ashley to find her words. Instead she rushed to the recording equipment and rewound the video to where Ryan and his date entered. She watched the video, stunned. Once the duo left the frame she paused the playback and turned towards Ashley. Her eyes narrowed. Any signs of inebriation had evaporated.
"This is your fault," Teresa declared with ice in her voice.
Ashley was dumbfounded. "No! I, uh, we were-," she stumbled over her words, flustered by the growing fury she saw in Teresa.
Teresa stalked over to a cabinet and pulled out her razor whip, a thin and stiff strip of leather that she only used when she was in a particularly angry mood.
"Stand up, cunt," she commanded, cutting off Ashley's terrified stammering. Ashley immediately jumped up to her feet and stood at attention.
"Bend over and grab your ankles. Don't you dare let go," she snarled. Ashley complied. "You'll get ten lashes, then we'll figure out what to do about this new problem."
"Yes, mistress," Ashley acknowledged. She'd felt the kiss of the razor whip before and feared its touch. The last time Teresa had lashed her ass with it it had left her unable to sit on her bruised and bloodied ass for a week. She closed her eyes and braced for the first blow.
Snap! Ashley shrieked in surprise and pain. She had been expecting the strike to land across her ass, instead Teresa had brought the whip up between her legs, crashing directly into her pussy. Through some miracle she managed to remain holding onto her ankles, though she pressed her legs together to try and soothe the pain.
"I said don't move!" Teresa raged, kicking Ashley's legs apart. Ashley held her pose, quacking in fear.
Snap! The next strike landed atop her pussy and it exploded in pain. Ashley's knees buckled, but she remained upright as she wailed in agony.
Snap! Ashley shrieked even louder still. Blows landing on top of blows only compounded the pain.
Snap! Ashley felt faint. Ten blows would surely kill her, she thought. She kept a white-knuckled grip on her ankles.
Snap! The razor whip cut at the worst possible angle across Ashley's clit. The abused and screaming woman collapsed to the floor and moved her hands to cradle her swollen and battered cunt. She cried freely, begging for forgiveness.
"I gave you a simple command," Teresa seethed. She dragged Ashley across the room and locked her collar onto a ring set in the floor. Then she belted each wrist to an ankle and tied those off on more rings set shoulder width apart. Ashley lay with her face pressed to the floor and her flaming red pussy thrust up to the ceiling.
With her victim immobilized Teresa was able to administer the remaining strikes unimpeded. She tossed aside the razor whip and returned to her cabinet, fumbling for something inside while Ashley sobbed in agony.
"Since you're not in a mood to be cooperative tonight, we'll have to save our planning for tomorrow," Teresa explained. "In the meantime, I'm not finished expressing my disappointment at this latest turn of events."
Ashley looked up through tear-streaked eyes to see Teresa donning the dildo knobby spiked dildo that had haunted her nightmares since it was last used on her back when Ryan had blocked Teresa from texting him.
"No! Please, no!" she cried while Teresa lubed it up with icy-hot gel. Teresa ignored her pleas and lined up behind Ashley's inflamed cunt.
On the surveillance display Ryan popped out of his bedroom to grab another condom out of the box next to his desk. Ashley wasn't the only one that night who was in for the fucking of a lifetime...
Chapter 3: The Dog Days Are Over
Becky stood on the corner outside her apartment waiting for her rideshare to arrive. She was dressed to impress, eager for a night out on the town with her new boyfriend, Ryan. Her phone chirped with a text message. She smiled as she saw it was from him:
[Ryan]: can't wait to see u
[Becky]: be there in a bit... just waiting for my ride
She looked up as a car zipped by. It wasn't her driver.
[Becky]: maybe we should just skip dinner and stay in at your place ;-)
She smirked. She wasn't usually so forward. There was just something about Ryan that made her want to tear his clothes off and spend all night wrapped in his arms.
[Ryan]: whoa there, Tiger, weren't u saying that u wanted to go to this place for ages?
She blushed thinking about his pet name for her. It was because he said she was a real tiger in bed.
[Becky]: I've got everything I need at your place... rawr rawr lol
A car pulled up and the female driver looked back at Becky expectedly. Becky, distracted by her conversation, didn't check to see whether or not this was actually her ride. She climbed in the back seat and closed the door. The car peeled away.
Becky looked up from her phone as she heard the engine roar. "Is this a Mercedes?" she thought to herself as she looked around. "This is the nicest rideshare I've ever seen."
The driver suddenly veered off into an alleyway and put the car into park. She turned to face the back seat and leveled a gun at Becky.
"Give me your phone?" she ordered.
"Oh my! Please don't hurt me!" Becky pleaded as she held out her phone to the surprisingly attractive mugger.
The woman tossed a canvas bag and a pair of handcuffs at Becky. "Put the bag over your head, and then cuff your hands behind your back," the robber commanded.
Becky hesitated. She would be helpless and blind if she did that. Instead she threw the canvas bag back at the woman's face and sprang for the door. She pulled the handle, but the door didn't open - the child locks had been set, so the door could only opened from the outside.
The robber tossed the canvas bag aside. "We'll do it the hard way then," she said. She set down her gun and picked up a tazer. Before Becky could recognize what it was, her attacker had activated it. She immediately fell limp into the back seat, her muscles spasming as the electricity coursed through her.
The driver exited the car and came around the back. She flipped Becky onto her stomach while she was still immobilized from the jolt and she cuffed Becky's hands behind her back, snapping the cuffs unnecessarily tight around her wrists. Then she pulled Becky's ankles up near her wrists and applied another set of cuffs around her ankles, looping them around the handcuffs so that she was held hogtied. Next she took a roll of tape and put several strips across Becky's mouth to silence her. Finally, she pulled the bag over her head and returned to the driver's seat.
Becky could hear the woman pick up her phone and shoot off a text message. She grunted in dismay to her kidnapper.
---
It was a short drive back to her place. Teresa made sure to stay under the speed limit and keep to the side streets, she could hear the little bitch's muffled complaints coming from the back seat. So far, at least, this kidnapping had gone better than the last one. She heard a chirp from the cunt's phone, presumably Ryan was replying back to her message. She re-read what she had sent. She didn't want Ryan to get suspicious:
[Becky]: Ugh... I'm suddenly not feeling well... I'm gonna have to cancel tonite
[Ryan]: oh no! can I do anything 4 u? do u want me to come over?
Teresa narrowed her eyes and stifled a growl. What did Ryan see in this filthy whore? He never seemed to show so much concern for her before they broke up.
[Becky]: I got a bad case of diarrhea... better stay away
Teresa chuckled to herself - there's nothing like the image of a girl shitting her brains out to turn a guy off.
[Ryan]: oh ok... feel better
Teresa pulled into her private garage and walked around to the back of the car. As she pulled the door open the bound bitch began to thrash around. Teresa took out her tazer once again and gave the whore another zap. She squealed as her body tensed and then fell limp. "Keep still, bitch, or I'll hit you again," Teresa warned. "And you'd better not piss in my car you filthy animal."
She hoisted the writhing and frightened woman up onto a wheeled cart and brought her to the dungeon. Everything was all ready for her.
---
Becky couldn't stop trembling from the latest jolt of the stun gun. Her captor picked her up off of the cart she'd been wheeled in on and dumped her to the floor. She couldn't see anything through the canvas bag over her head.
The woman slid her forward along the cold tile then pressed her head down. She felt her neck rest against a thick block of wood.
There was a click, and her left wrist was freed from the handcuffs. The woman sat down on top of Becky's back and grabbed her arm, she dragged it up near her head and set her wrist on another block of wood nearby.
"You'll keep that there, if you know what's good for you," her captor growled. Becky was too weak and frightened to consider resisting. The woman grabbed her other arm and positioned her wrist on another block of wood on the other side of her head.
She heard the squeak of a metal hinge as the woman sitting on her back leaned forward. Becky gasped as she felt more thick wood close in on her neck and wrists from the top, simultaneously. Too late, she realized that she'd just been locked into a set of stocks. She tried to slide her hands out of the narrow holes that held her wrists, but it was no use. Her arms were stuck, held about a foot away from either side of her head.
The woman got up off of Becky's back. She could hear her heels clacking on the tile as she walked a few paces away. The din of rattling chains filled the room. Becky felt the stocks being lifted from the floor, dragging her along with them. She quickly scrambled to her knees to keep up. It kept rising. She popped up onto her feet, balancing on her strappy date heels, still buckled on after all this.
Finally, the rattle of chains stopped. Becky was left not quite standing upright, she was hunched over with her neck held parallel to the floor by the heavy stocks that dangled from a thick chain which was attached to them somewhere behind her head.
"Mmmph, mmmph," Becky cried out through the tape still plastered across her mouth. She was growing more frightened by the minute. What did this woman want from her? She didn't have any money. This had to be some terrible mistake.
She twisted about, exploring the extent of her captivity. The stocks swayed back and forth, held in place only by the strong chain attached to the top. She could pull them no closer to the floor, though she could lift them upward. However this put a tremendous strain on her neck and shoulders and she quickly had to lower herself so that the chain could bear the weight of the heavy wood, which easily weighed fifty pounds or more. It wasn't long before her stooped over posture became uncomfortable.
Becky settled in to take stock of her situation. Nobody knew where she was. She was planning on staying at Ryan's place for the weekend. Maybe he'd come looking for her? She was new in town and didn't have any close friends or family who would realize she was missing. She had to find a way to get free and escape.
She startled as she felt a pair of hands softly grab her waist. "Comfortable?" her captor tormented. Becky squirmed as the hands slid down to her hips and past the hem of her skirt. Fingers gently traced up and down Becky's stockinged legs - she'd worn them for Ryan, he loved a woman in stockings and heels. The hands moved back up her hips, but now they grabbed her skirt, pulling it up over Becky's hips.
"Mmmph," Becky cried out, fearing the worst.
"Hmm," the woman purred. "You're dressed up so nice. Were you going somewhere special?" Becky heard the scrape of metal on metal and felt cold steel brush past her skin. "Or maybe you were planning on staying in?" she said, her voice growing harder.
Snip! Snip! A large pair of sheers quickly cut away her skirt. The blades moved up her body, making short work of her blouse as well. Becky held her breath and tried not to flinch as her clothes were cut off and scattered across the floor. She was left standing in her bra and panties with stocking clad legs trembling atop her high heels.
"I'll give you a little time to settle in, then we'll get started."
She heard the woman walk away. There was the sound of a heavy door opening and then closing. Becky was left standing in her underwear, stooped over and locked into the heavy stocks, wondering what would happen next. She heard a muffled grunt come from somewhere across the room. Was there someone else there? Another captive? Another captor? She strained her ears to listen closer, but heard nothing further.
--
Teresa waited about an hour before she returned to the dungeon to talk to her new pet. She was dressed in her favorite dominatrix outfit - a tight black latex catsuit with matching black boots. Her curly red hair cascaded down about her shoulders and her green eyes twinkled. Her makeup was impeccably done - she had to show this slut that she was no match for her.
After entering she waited a moment to savor the discomfort that the tramp must be in. She watched as the trapped girl tried to flex her tired back. With the stocks positioned at their current height she could neither stand up straight, nor kneel down on the floor. Her back was kept bent over, and her legs had to be getting tired by now.
She stalked up to her latest victim and yanked the canvas bag off of her head. The terrified slut blinked against the bright lights of the dungeon. Teresa marveled as brown her eyes widened in terror while they drank in all the sites to behold in the dungeon. The walls were lined with whips, paddles, chains, clamps, and more - all meticulously polished (and tested out upon) by the first dumb cunt she had kidnapped. Speaking of whom, she looked over to the corner of the dungeon where Ashley waited. Becky followed her gaze and her jaw dropped open, or at least it would have if her mouth hadn't been taped shut.
Ashley stood perched upon an overturned mixing bowl, her feet struggling to stay up on the sloped sides. She might have had an easier time of it, if only Teresa hadn't greased the bowl before setting Ashley up on it. The dumb cunt's arms had been pulled back into an armbinder, laced as tightly closed as possible. Her head was ensconced in a thick discipline helmet, cutting off all sight and sound. Her breath whistled through two tiny holes positioned beneath her nose.
The reason why Ashley was trying so hard to stay up on the bowl was obvious. Her tits were tightly bound with rope wrapping around and around the base of each breast. The end of the rope was tied off on the ceiling above. While she stayed on top of the bowl there was some slack in the rope. However, if her feet slipped she would drop down and dangle from her tits until she was able to get her feet underneath her once more. The bright red rope marks marring her tits suggested that she'd been rather unsuccessful so far.
As if on cue, she saw the cunt's feet slip down off of the sloped metal. She heard a gasp escape the hood as Ashley dropped, her fall arrested by the sharp tug of the rope on her tits. Her anguished scream was stifled by the thick leather hood that she wore, as well as from the enormous inflatable gag that packed her mouth underneath. Ashley's feet flailed wildly as she blindly sought out the relief of her perch. Her feet quickly found the slippery metal and she was able to rest her weight upon it again. Her labored breathing conveyed her relief, as well as the stress of her most recent failure. She resumed her futile dance atop the bowl, hoping to avoid another slip.
Teresa turned her attention back to the bitch bowed before her. The stupid slut stared transfixed at Ashley in the corner. Teresa slapped her across the face to get her attention. "I'd be more concerned for yourself right now than for that dumb cunt," Teresa advised. "You are in a lot of trouble."
The bitch stared back at her in terror. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to sleep with another woman's man?" she continued. The slut's terror turned to confusion.
"What? You expect me to believe that you get dressed up like this for a night on the town with the girls?" she said. "I know about you and Ryan."
"Mmmph, mmmph," the bitch pleaded. Clearly trying to deny her transgressions.
"Don't you dare lie to me!" Teresa snapped, her temper starting to flare. She flipped open a switchblade. The bitch cowered and sobbed at the sight of the gleaming blade. Teresa pulled the whore close and slipped the knife beneath her bra. With a flick of her wrist she cut the garment free. Then she removed her panties as well. She bent down to remove the tramp's stockings and heels. The man-stealing slut trembled naked before her.
"You can't deny it," Teresa continued. "I've read every text message that you've exchanged. Every flirty picture you've sent. And now you're going to pay for it you lowly bitch."
She stalked over to the wall and took down her favorite long, single tail bullwhip. Then she went to the rig controlling the height of the stocks. She hauled on the chain, raising the stocks higher until the bitch was standing nearly upright, though her neck remained pressed forward by the heavy wood stocks. The slut danced up on her toes, trying to relieve the pressure on her neck.
"What was it that Ryan liked to call you?" Teresa asked. "Tiger?"
She uncoiled the whip and stood a few step back.
"Well, Tiger, what do you say we give you some stripes?"
---
Becky's legs trembled. She hurt everywhere. Teresa had whipped her all over while she writhed and danced within the stocks. It didn't matter which way she turned, there was no escape from the slash of the whip. Only after Becky had been covered all over in welts and bruises did Teresa finally leave her alone. Unfortunately, that did not mean taking her out of the stocks. Instead, she merely lowered the heavy apparatus back to the position it had been in earlier - low enough to keep her bent over, but not low enough that she could kneel or rest her legs. Before she left, Teresa took down the other poor woman who had been struggling to avoid hanging by her tits. That girl had been crammed into a small cage off to the side of the room. When her hood had been removed, the girl didn't seem at all surprised to see Becky joining her in the dungeon.
Becky had remained standing for hours. Her legs ached, even as the pain from her whipping subsided. She would do anything for the opportunity to sit down and rest. The girl in the cage had long since gone to sleep, curled up within her tight confines and murmuring to herself amidst the nightmares that haunted her dreams. But there was no rest for Becky. If she tried to lower herself it put a tremendous pressure on her neck. Nor could she stand upright without the heavy wood digging fiercely into her shoulders. She was trapped.
After a long and sleepless night the door to the dungeon finally swung open and her kidnapper returned, wearing a tight leather miniskirt and matching halter top.
"Mmmph, mmmph," Becky begged through the tape still plastered over her mouth. But the cruel woman pointedly ignored her, instead attending to the girl in the cage. She opened the cage and dragged her out. She attached the woman to the wall via a long chain and a thick metal collar around her neck, then went to sit at her computer over on the other side of the dungeon.
---
After being freed from her cage, Ashley quickly went about her morning routine. She washed herself up with the rag and bucket that Teresa left for her, after first taking a long drink. Once she was done she used the same bucket to take a piss. Hopefully, Teresa would remember to change the water for her later - she often forgot. She tried to avoid looking over at Becky. She felt a pang of guilt every time she glanced at the poor girl. It had been her idea to kidnap Becky, granted the idea was forced out of her by Teresa during one of their brainstorming/torture sessions. It's amazing what one will agree to while strapped to a table and having her tits and pussy worked over by an oversized pair of pincers.
"Cunt, come over here," Teresa called from her computer.
Ashley quickly dropped what she was doing and scurried over to Teresa. She knelt submissively next to her mistress's chair and held her hands behind her head. "How can I serve you, mistress?" Ashley asked. The routine had been practiced frequently, with severe consequences for moving too slowly or not being deferential enough.
"I think it's time for the next part of your plan," Teresa said. She flipped a switch and the TV surveilling Ryan's apartment turned on. This seemed to agitate their new guest, who began rattling her chains and stomping her feet as she saw Ryan, sitting casually on his couch drinking a cup of coffee. Teresa shoved Becky's phone into her hands. "Remember, do it just the way we discussed."
"Yes, mistress," Ashley said. It was her job to break up Becky and Ryan. And she was supposed to do it in a way that would leave Ryan feeling vulnerable. Then, later, Teresa would 'just so happen' to bump into Ryan when he went for his morning jog in the park. The two would get back together and it would be happily-ever-after, for Teresa and Ryan, at least. Ashley wasn't so sure what fate would be in store for her.
She took the phone and did as she was told, with Teresa standing carefully over her shoulder to make sure there were no tricks. It was surreal to watch on the TV in real-time as she broke up with Ryan on Becky's behalf. She could see his shoulders slump and his face drop as she broke the news. There may have even been a tear.
When the deed was done she handed the phone back to Teresa, who, oblivious to the apparent pain she had just caused to the supposed love of her life, was gleeful.
"Perfect," Teresa exclaimed. "With that bitch out of the way he'll be ready to come back to me. I've got about a little bit of time before he usually goes for his run... what to do until then."
Teresa turned in her chair to glare at Becky. A sadistic sneer that Ashley knew all too well spread across her face.
--
Becky watched in dismay as the two women at the side of the room used her phone to break up with Ryan. She stomped and grunted as she saw the messages scroll by, displayed up on the TV monitor for everyone to see. Why was this happening? What had she done wrong? Ryan had mentioned a crazy ex-girlfriend, but he said that she had been quiet ever since he blocked her number.
The woman said something to the other girl who knelt at her side, then turned to look at her. The evil glare she gave sent a shiver down Becky's spine. Her captor got up from her chair and stalked over to her.
"Well, bitch, that's the end of your relationship with my man," she bragged. "There's just one problem. I can't get the image of you fucking him out of my mind."
Becky harrumphed at Teresa. Even standing there before her bound and naked, knowing that this woman had seen her having sex with Ryan felt like such a violation.
"I bet those legs are pretty tired after standing up for so long. You want a rest?" Becky nodded weakly, she was so desperate for relief.
Teresa nodded to Ashley and together, the slavegirl and the cruel woman pushed a heavy wooden apparatus towards her. Becky wasn't sure what to make of it. It was a large triangle-shaped block of wood that was several feet long and suspended about four feet off the floor by a sturdy base. Becky was nudged off to the side of it as it was dragged beneath the chain holding her to the ceiling. She expected there to be more to it, as there certainly seemed to be no place for her to sit and rest. Yet neither Teresa nor Ashley went to get anything else.
Instead, Teresa went to the chain controlling the height of the stocks and started dragging her up. Higher and higher she went. Becky felt a tremendous strain on her neck as the stocks yanked her up. She panicked as her feet left the floor. She squealed and kicked her legs frantically, certain that she'd soon choke or break her neck. Ashley quickly moved in and grabbed at Becky's flailing legs, lifting one over the wooden apparatus so that she had a leg on each side. Only then did Teresa lower the stocks.
Becky gasped as she touched down on the peak of the wooden wedge beneath her. She was suddenly bearing all her weight down on the narrow ridge, trapping her pussy between the hard wood and her pelvis.
"You liked to fuck my man cowgirl-style, didn't you?" Teresa sneered. "Well, I've got a pony for you to ride, cowgirl."
"Mmmph, mmmph," she pleaded. A minute ago she'd have done anything for a chance to rest her legs, now she'd do anything to stand back up. She writhed and squirmed atop the wooden pony. She tried to lift her leg up over the side, but Ashley quickly caught it. Her ankle was dragged back down and fitted into the end of a spreader bar, which was passed beneath the horse and locked onto her other ankle as well. There would be no escape. Her pussy pulsed in pain while Teresa adjusted the chain holding the stocks to just the right height - high enough to keep her from leaning too far toward one side or the other, but low enough to ensure that she could not transfer her weight to the chain.
"Well, bitch, I do hope you enjoy your ride. I, however, have a date," Teresa taunted. "I'll see you when I come back." She turned to Ashley. "Cunt, why don't you get her something to eat and drink while she's up there. But she doesn't come down until I return. Got it?"
Ashley bowed her head. "Yes, mistress. Right away, mistress," she intoned.
Teresa sauntered out of the dungeon to prepare for her encounter with Ryan. Becky groaned as her poor pussy bore her weight atop the wooden pony.
---
Ashley watched Teresa leave then went to the cabinet for a bowl of the 'slave gruel' that was kept in there. It tasted awful, but Teresa assured her it had all the nutrients needed to keep her alive and healthy. She grabbed a cup and retrieved a scoop of water from her bucket. Hopefully Becky wouldn't taste the piss she'd made in there earlier, she didn't want to have to force it down her throat.
She returned to the wooden pony and set her things down on a nearby table. By now Becky had learned not to shift her weight around so much while she was up there, it only made the pain worse. Instead she sat, slumped slightly forward, sobbing to herself.
Ashley found a step stool, then reached up and ripped the tape free from the girl's mouth. The tape, which had been pressed to her mouth since the previous night, tore at her skin as it was yanked off.
"Argh!" Becky cried out. "Please! Please! Get me off of this thing! It's killing me! I can't stand it!"
Ashley swallowed her sympathy for the poor girl. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "There's nothing I can do. She'd punish me terribly if I took you down."
"No! You can't leave me here!" Becky begged. "We've got to escape! She's not here, we can get away!"
"It's impossible," Ashley explained. "I've tried to escape. There's no way out. We're trapped here. It's best to just do as she says and try to avoid extra punishments."
The girl continued to beg, but Ashley ignored her. She would come around in time. For now Ashley had a job to do. She grabbed the cup of water and held it up to the girl's mouth. She eagerly drank down the piss tainted water. Then Ashley gave her the gruel. This she took more reluctantly, but her hunger got the better of her.
Afterward, Ashley returned to her usual place, kneeling before the surveillance display to Ryan's apartment. Teresa would expect a report of everything that had happened while she was gone.
Ashley waited patiently watching the display. She'd spent so long watching Ryan's apartment that by now she'd memorized every last detail, and knew his daily schedule backwards and forwards. She knew that at the same time every day, rain or shine, Ryan would go out for a run in the park near his apartment. That's how she got the idea for a 'serendipitous' encounter between Ryan and Teresa. As soon as she had explained it to Teresa, the woman was totally onboard. Unfortunately, Becky had gotten in the way - which led to her inevitable abduction and removal from Ryan's life.
Ashley watched as Ryan sat on his couch looking dour. She'd never seen him so down. Maybe Becky's breakup hit him harder than she'd been expecting. "Was he this upset when Teresa broke him up with me?" she wondered. She pushed away the thought. That felt like a lifetime ago. She belonged to Teresa now. She existed to be used and abused for the pleasure of her mistress, and to try to get Teresa back together with Ryan, a task which with each passing day seemed more impossible. She wasn't even certain that Teresa really wanted him back - it was more the principle of the thing. She couldn't have him, so that made her want him even more. Ashley doubted she would hold on to him for very long even if they did get back together. And then where would that leave her? She didn't want to think about it.
The minutes ticked by and Ashley continued to monitor Ryan's apartment. He should be getting dressed by now. He's running late. He's never late for his morning run. You could set your watch by it. As more and more time passed Ashley began to get worried. Teresa would be waiting to intercept him in the park, if he didn't show then she would be furious. Ashley nervously eyed the cabinet with Teresa's punishment dildos. After her last rejection, Teresa had punished her so severely that she couldn't move for days.
Fifteen minutes passed, then thirty. Still Ryan lay moping on his couch. Ashley sat watching with growing anxiety. The only sounds in the dungeon were Becky's pained moans as she sat astride the wooden pony.
After an hour, the door to the dungeon suddenly banged open. Teresa burst in wearing the exercise outfit that Ashley had helped her pick out. She was wearing way too much makeup for someone who was 'just going out for a jog', and half of it had streaked down her face from the tears she had shed.
Teresa stopped and stared directly at Ashley. "You worthless fucking cunt!" she shouted.
--
Becky's pussy was beyond agony from spending the past hour crushed beneath her weight on the wooden horse. She'd have thought that she'd be numb with pain by now, but even the slightest movement renewed the horrible feeling between her legs.
She jumped as the door to the dungeon crashed open, nearly causing her to faint as the pain in her pussy flared. Teresa stormed over to Ashley, grabbing the woman by her hair and dragging her kicking and screaming into the middle of the dungeon.
"No, mistress, no!" Ashley begged. "I'm sorry! I thought he'd be out there. I didn't know! Please! It's the new girl's fault, she seduced him!"
Teresa threw Ashley to the ground and locked her ankles into a spreader bar, then cuffed her wrists and elbows together behind her back.
"You didn't know?!" Teresa raged. "I stood out there for an hour looking like a complete fool! He never showed up."
She tied a rope to the middle of the spreader bar then threw it up through a loop in the ceiling. Then she hauled on the rope until Ashley was suspended upside down from the ceiling, swaying precariously back and forth, with her long brown hair just touching the floor beneath her.
"Please, mistress! I'm sorry! I didn't know he was so attached to her. I did my best," Ashley pleaded. She was soon silenced by an inflatable gag that was shoved into her mouth and pumped so full that it threatened to dislocate her jaw.
Next, Teresa found the meanest looking pair of nipple clamps that she had. My, how Ashley thrashed as each one was snapped into place on her trembling tits. The clamps were then loosely tethered to the floor beneath Ashley with a thin cord.
Becky watched the whole preceding in stunned silence. Ashley dangled from the ceiling in growing distress as Teresa went to the wall and took down a length of black rubber hose. She moved around behind Ashley, her face red with fury. She wound up and... Smash! She swung the rubber hose up over her shoulder, bringing it down hard into Ashley's defenseless cunt. Ashley shrieked into her gag as the rubber hose crashed into her tender pussy. She reflexively tried to bend at the waist as the blow landed, but this only served to tug hard on the nipple clamps that tethered her to the floor.
Teresa smiled at the reaction her first strike had caused. She wound up for another.
"No! Stop!" Becky called out without even realizing it.
Teresa looked over at her in amazement. Even Ashley, as she recovered from the devastating blow to her pussy and the agonizing pain in her nipples, looked over at her in wide-eyed disbelief.
Teresa dropped the rubber hose and stormed over to Becky's side.
"Have you got a problem, bitch?!" Teresa seethed.
"I, uh," Becky couldn't find the words.
"This is just as much your fault as it is hers," Teresa growled. "Maybe even more so."
She moved over to a bench nearby. "I think maybe I've been too easy on you so far. You think you're tough, bitch? Just wait until I'm through with you."
Teresa found a ballgag and strapped it into Becky's mouth before she could come up with a reply. Then, Becky watched as Teresa dragged a heavy weight beneath the wooden pony. She was unable to see directly below her due to the stocks, but she immediately felt it as Teresa lifted the heavy weight and hooked it on to the spreader bar holding her ankles apart. Becky threw her head back and screamed as the pressure on her pussy was suddenly and severely magnified.
"How's that?" Teresa sneered.
Tears poured down Becky's face.
"You know, I think I have another set of those nipple clamps that the dumb cunt over there is wearing. Would you like to try them, bitch?"
Becky weakly shook her head.
"Ok, then you'd better keep your fucking mouth shut from now on. Got it?"
Becky nodded. She could hardly see through the tears in her eyes and the blinding pain in her pussy.
Teresa recollected herself and went back to Ashley. She picked up the rubber hose once more.
Becky watched in horror as Teresa brought the item down again and again and again into Ashley's pussy, all while the girl tried her hardest not to raise her body and tug at the nipple clamps.
---
Teresa flogged poor Ashley's pussy until it was red and swollen, then she flogged it some more. After a while Ashley no longer had to worry about thrashing about and tugging on her nipple clamps - she was simply too weak to lift herself. Teresa finally tossed away the rubber hose and stormed out of the dungeon, leaving Ashley suspended upside down and crying quietly to herself.
For her part, Becky was in total agony. The slightest breath caused enough movement to send pain surging through her pelvis. In addition, spending so long locked in the heavy stocks had taken its toll on her neck and shoulders. They ached terribly, her muscles stiff and her skin chafed. Her wrists had been rubbed raw from pulling against the holes holding them in place.
Teresa was only gone for a half an hour. She came back in looking freshly showered and dressed in a beautiful and terrifying dominatrix outfit. She, thankfully, seemed calmer than when she had left. Becky tried to get her attention with some gagged grunts, but Teresa went directly to her suspended slave and lowered her to the floor, then removed the spreader bar.
"Back to your cage, cunt," Teresa ordered. Ashley slowly crawled toward her cage. She looked to be in terrible pain. Teresa watched her slow movement impatiently. After a minute she stalked up to her and kicked her right in her swollen pussy. "I said move, cunt! Get going," she growled. Ashley's hands flew to her aching snatch as the pain surged into her battered body. She quickly forced herself forward, dragging herself with all her remaining strength back into her cage, where she locked the door behind her and collapsed to the cramped floor.
"As for you," Teresa said, turning towards Becky.
Becky shuddered in fear. She yearned to be let down, but this insane woman seemed to have a way to make her situation worse with every visit.
"I bet you're ready to come down from there," Teresa stated.
"Mmmph, mmmph," Becky enthusiastically agreed from behind her ballgag.
Becky braced herself for whatever new trick Teresa had in store. But instead, her captor merely leaned over and unhooked the weight from the spreader bar between her legs. Then she unbuckled her ankles from the bar and lifted her leg over the horse. She swiftly made her way to the chain connected to the stocks and began lowering it. Becky was too weak to hold herself up any longer and followed the stocks as they drooped lower and lower, before finally they set down on the floor next to the wooden pony. Becky moaned in relief. She savored the touch of the cool tile against her bare chest. For the first time in a long time she could relax a little, though the stocks still dug into her neck and held her arms awkwardly at the side of her head.
Teresa strolled over beside Becky and looked down at her. "I suppose you want to be let out of those stocks, too?" she asked as she leaned over to remove the ballgag from Becky's mouth.
"Yes, yes, oh please, yes," Becky begged as soon as the gag was removed.
"And what will you do for me?" Teresa wondered.
"Anything. I'll do anything you want," Becky gushed.
"Is that so?" Teresa asked coyly. "Well, I have just the thing in mind." She walked towards the door to the dungeon. "I saw on your social media that you're a bit of an animal lover."
"Yeah," Becky said slowly as Teresa threw open the door to the dungeon.
"Good." Teresa disappeared through the door. A minute later Becky heard a raucous bark and looked over to see Teresa return holding the leash of an enormous beast of a dog.
"This is Rosco," Teresa explained. "I borrowed him from one of the security teams that works for my dad. He's impeccably trained. He'll do anything I say without hesitation. In fact, I'd say that he follows orders better than that worthless cunt in the cage over there." She nodded toward Ashley, who had passed out with her face pressed against the bars of her cage.
Teresa brought the dog closer so that he could smell Becky as she lay on the floor. "Why don't you say 'hi' to Rosco?" Teresa suggested.
"Uh... Hi Rosco," Becky murmured.
"No, no, no," Teresa admonished. "Not like that. A bitch says 'woof, woof', doesn't she?"
Becky paled as what was happening finally dawned on her. "No," she stammered. "You can't. It's sick. I won't do it!"
"But a minute ago you said that you'd do anything to be released from those stocks? And you just told me you're an animal lover, so..."
Becky was at a loss for words. She couldn't possibly be expected to do what Teresa was suggesting. It was gross. It was humiliating. It was wrong.
"Come on, bitch," Teresa encouraged. "Up on your knees. Show Rosco your slutty little cunt."
"No! I won't," Becky said definitively. She kept her body pressed to the floor.
"Don't you know, bitch? I always get my way," Teresa snarled. "I tell you what, I'm going to take Rosco for a little walk and give you some time to think about it. When I come back I expect you to change your attitude."
Teresa led the beast back out the way she had come. Becky was left with her body pressed to the floor. She ached so badly. She thought she would do anything for a chance to be let out of the stocks, but she couldn't do that.
--
Teresa gave the little bitch a few hours to think about her task. She then returned to the dungeon leading Rosco by his leash. The filthy beast smelled terrible, and he seemed to leave a trail of drool wherever he went.
Becky stared fearfully back at Teresa as she walked through the door. "Well, bitch, what's it to be? Are you gonna be Rosco's new girlfriend?" Teresa teased. Becky looked back at her with defiance in her eyes. Teresa hadn't broken her yet. "Maybe another ride on the pony will convince you? I haven't gotten to use my new clamps on you yet. Cunt certainly seemed to enjoy them."
Becky glanced over at the wooden pony beside her in dismay. Teresa started to walk towards the chain that would raise the stocks.
"No! Wait!" Becky shouted. She seemed to deflate as she accepted her fate. Teresa had won. She always won. "I'll do it," Becky mumbled.
"Now, now," Teresa admonished. "That's not what a happy, horny bitch would say."
"Woof, woof," Becky replied.
"That's better," Teresa said. "Let's get you ready for your date!"
She went and found a set of leather cuffs that she applied to each of Becky's legs just above the knee. She attached a short chain to each of those and hooked them onto either side of the stocks, pulling Becky's knees up near her chest and forcing her ass up into the air. Next Teresa squeezed a gob of lube into her hand and smeared it all over the bitch's cunt - she wanted her first time to be special. Becky jumped as Teresa's cold hand touched her pussy. The dumb girl was terrified.
"Okay, are you ready?" Teresa said. "I want you to keep that worthless cunt up in the air the entire time. Don't make me get an anal hook to hold you in place."
She leaned over and unhooked Rosco's leash. "Alright, boy. Mount!" she ordered.
The beast yelped with enthusiasm and ran around behind Becky. "Ahh!" Becky called out as he jumped up and put his paws on her back. She nearly collapsed back to the floor, but her restraints and her mistress's threat held her steady. "No. No. No," Becky repeated to herself as she felt Rosco move into position. She gasped as she felt his semi-erect cock make contact with her pussy. She groaned as his doggy dick penetrated her in one hard thrust.
Rosco yipped as he moved into position. The knot at the base of his cock began to swell, locking him in place inside his unwilling lover. "Oh, oh," Becky cried out as she felt his dick grow hard within her, stretching and tugging at her pussy. Once he was fully inside and ready for action Rosco began to thrust away.
"Ugh, oh, oh, no, ugh," Becky grunted as her whole body was rocked by the horny humping of the hound as he slammed against her over and over.
"Don't worry about him cumming too soon," Teresa called out over the din. "He's on medication and one of the side effects is that it takes him forever to cum."
Becky grunted and groaned as the beast's fucking went on and on. A sheen of sweat soon covered her body. This was joined in time from the copious amounts of slobber flying out of Rosco's mouth as he exerted himself. Her back was streaked with drool that trickled down into her disheveled hair.
After what felt like forever, Rosco finally gave an excited yelp as he blew his load deep into Becky's well-fucked pussy. He slid his softening dick free from her stretched out snatch and trotted over to a corner to lick himself. Becky was left soaked and sobbing, with a thick trail of doggy cum leaking out of her pussy.
"Not bad for your first time," Teresa remarked. "But I bet you two will get better after spending more time together. I'm just certain you two are going to be the best of friends."
She went over to a supply cabinet and retrieved a few items her new doggy slut. The first was a set of leather mittens which she slipped over Becky's hands. They kept her fingers held in a fist and locked in place around her wrists. They even had a little puppy paw print pattern on the palms - Teresa thought that was a nice touch. Next, was a spiked black leather collar that she slipped around Becky's neck. There was a small back box on the front of it with a blinking green LED.
"Now, I'm a woman of my word so I'll let you out of those stocks. Ok, bitch?"
Becky merely groaned.
Teresa leaned down and unhooked Becky's knees from the stocks, then slid free the bolt that held the two blocks of wood together. She lifted the top off and Becky quickly pulled herself out, afraid that Teresa might change her mind and put her back in. She rubbed at her sore and chaffed neck with her leather covered fists. Teresa went and got Rosco's leash, then she knelt down and hooked it on a loop on Becky's new collar.
"Come, bitch," she said, tugging at the leash.
Becky followed along on hands and knees as Teresa led her over to where Rosco sat contentedly resting on the floor.
"Thank Rosco for giving you a good time," Teresa instructed.
Becky, thoroughly humbled by her doggy date, raised her eyes to the beast. "Thank you, Rosc - ahh!" she began, but was interrupted as the green LED on her collar flashed red. A fierce electric shock blasted out of her collar and into her neck. Becky collapsed to the floor, hyperventilating.
"You really are a stupid bitch, aren't you?" Teresa scowled. "From now on I don't want to hear anything out of you other than 'bow wow', 'woof woof', or whatever else a fucking dog might say. And further more, you are to move around on hands and knees at all times, unless instructed otherwise. Got it?"
Becky moaned on the floor, rubbing at her neck with her mittened hands. Teresa raised the remote control for the shock collar. "Got it?" she said more insistently.
Becky's eyes grew wide. "Woof, woof," she nodded.
"Good," Teresa said, lowering the remote. She took a firmer grip on the leash and led Becky to a dog crate over in the corner of the room. She opened the door and shoved the unhappy woman inside. It was far too small for a person her size, she couldn't even turn around. Teresa locked the crate shut behind her and left the room, ordering Rosco to follow. Becky knelt down in her crate and cried herself to sleep.
---
Ashley was awakened by the sound of panting and grunting. She had fallen asleep in her cage with her face pressed up against the bars. Her stiff neck cramped as she tried to adjust her position within the tight confines. Her pussy flared with pain as she brought her legs together. She would be feeling the effects of her latest beating for days. She glanced over at the source of the din and gasped.
Just outside her cage she saw Becky, wearing nothing but a dog collar and black mittens, with her face pressed to the floor and her ass up in the air. She had been mounted by a huge beast of a dog, who was hard at work fucking her upthrust pussy.
For just a second Becky's eyes met Ashley's, as she stared at her from within her cage wide-eyed and in shock. Becky's face quickly flushed deep red and she turned her head away. She continued to grunt with every thrust of the beast perched atop her. Her back was a bevy of scratches, given to her from her none-too-gentle lover while he availed himself of her ready and willing cunt.
There didn't appear to be any restraints holding the girl in place, though Ashley didn't doubt for a second that Teresa had some sinister way to ensure the girl's compliance. Speaking of whom, Ashley, who had torn her eyes away from the spectacle outside her cage, looked up to see her mistress sitting atop the metal bars of her enclosure. She wore thigh high leather boots and a perfectly fitting corset that made her look amazing, as always. From her vantage point, Ashley could see the woman's bare glistening pussy peek out from between her thighs underneath her short skirt. Clearly Becky's humiliation was turning her on. She noticed Ashley's movement beneath her.
"Oh, good. You're awake," Teresa said, looking down at Ashley. "I was hoping you'd get a chance to see Bitch here with her new boyfriend. They get along so well together. Don't you agree, Bitch?"
Becky turned to face them again. "Arf, arf," she called out, her face bright red with shame and humiliation. Her dark hair had been plastered to her face with sweat and doggy drool.
"She was a little bashful at first, but a nice paddling on her ass really seemed to break the ice," Teresa commented. Ashley looked closer and could see Becky's bright red ass peek out from behind the furry rapist as the dog waggled back and forth.
After another minute of hard and heavy humping the beast finally blew his load into Becky's pussy and slipped himself free. Becky collapsed to the floor and the hound slinked away to lick himself clean. Teresa hopped up from the cage and smoothed out her skirt.
"Bitch," she said. "That's no way to treat your alpha dog after he gives you such a nice fucking. I want you to go over there and lick his cock clean for him."
Becky's face failed to hide her disgust as she dragged herself up onto hands and knees and made her way over to the dog. The hound lifted his head from between his legs as she approached. She looked warily at his cum and slobber coated cock and hesitated. A light on Becky's collar flashed red.
"Eeeeek!" the girl screamed and stiffened as the collar shocked her neck.
"Get moving bitch!" Teresa warned, wielding a small remote in her hand.
Becky recollected herself and leaned in, bringing her tongue to the meaty beast's dick. She gagged and retched as she dragged her tongue up and down the length of his penis. Long after the job was complete Teresa finally stepped in and pulled the two apart.
"Alright," she said. "I promised you and Rosco a romantic dinner, so let's do that next."
"Come," she ordered, and both dog and woman quickly scurried into position on either side of her. They followed closely at her heels as she led them over near the mini fridge that she kept in the dungeon. She first pulled out a large bowl of water, which she placed on the floor. Rosco immediately moved in and started taking long, messy slurps. Only after he was finished was Becky allowed to drink what was left in the bowl. Next, she pulled out a plate with a big, juicy t-bone steak. Ashley could practically hear Becky's stomach rumbling from across the dungeon as she eyed the cut of meat. Unfortunately, it was not to be, as Teresa then took out a can of dogfood and dumped it onto a plate. Teresa put the steak in front of the dog and the meaty mush in front of Becky.
The dog ravenously attacked the steak. Becky, dismayed at her choice of entree, looked back at Teresa. The mean woman merely cocked her head slightly to imply that Becky would be eating it, whether she liked it or not. Becky tried her best not to gag as she buried her face in the bowl of dogfood.
With her two pets taken care of, Teresa now turned her attention back to Ashley. The slave cowered in her cage as Teresa sauntered over and unlocked the door.
"Out," she ordered. Ashley stiffly made her way out of the cage. Her pussy and legs hurt so badly.
"Come this way," Teresa commanded and started walking towards a set of pillars that ran from floor to ceiling. Ashley was slow to keep up and Teresa stomped back to her. She impatiently grabbed ahold of her hair and dragged her by it until Ashley was positioned between the set of four widely spaced pillars.
Teresa then went and retrieved a set of thick leather ankle and wrist cuffs. She locked these in place and then connected one to each of the four pillars around her with lengths of rope. Ashley was soon held face down, spread-eagle on the floor. The ropes were anchored to the pillars about a foot or so off of the floor, pulling Ashley's arms up and away from her body. Teresa went around and tightened each rope until most of Ashley's weight rested on her chest.
Ashley relaxed a little as it appeared that Teresa was finished applying her bondage. The position, while uncomfortable with her weight resting on her tits, was certainly bearable. She glanced over at Becky and Rosco, who had, by now, finished their meals and were curled up on the floor.
Teresa noticed her furtive glance and said, "Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to offer you something to eat. I hope this will do."
She hiked her skirt up over her hips and sat down on the floor near Becky's head. She slid forward and leaned back, resting one booted leg on either of Ashley's shoulders. Ashley stared at her mistress's bare, gleaming pussy and stifled a sigh (that kind of reaction would certainly result in a harsh punishment). She'd had pussy for breakfast before, and it looked like that'd be all she got today, too. She dove right in, starting with long slow licks, just the way her mistress liked. She'd eaten her mistress's pussy so many times that by now she knew just what she liked. Teresa closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle ministrations of her slave's skilled tongue.
It wasn't long before Ashley had worked up her mistress. Teresa grabbed Ashley by the ears and was grinding her face into her pussy. Ashley tried to keep up, slurping at the copious amounts of pussy juice that gushed out of the woman's aroused snatch and was slathered all over her face. She could sense that her mistress was nearly there and shifted from darting her tongue in and out of the woman's vagina, to gently sucking and nibbling on her clit.
Teresa threw her head back and moaned as she approached her climax. She grabbed on and roughly fucked her slave's face, grinding it into her swollen, aroused pussy. With a room rattling moan she quickly snapped her thighs together as she came, trapping Ashley's head between her muscular legs. Ashley, unable to breathe with her mouth and nose pressed up against Teresa's convulsing cunt, panicked and pulled against her mistress's crushing embrace. Teresa held tight and bucked along with her thrashing slave, savoring her panic in the afterglow of her orgasm. She didn't let go until the girl began to grow weak from lack of air.
At last she relented and Ashley came away gasping for breath. "Thank you for letting me pleasure you," Ashley said between breaths.
"You're welcome, Cunt," Teresa replied. "I'd love to stay and play some more, but I really ought to get started on training my new pet. I hope you don't mind hanging around here while I take care of her?"
"Not at all, mistress," Ashley replied submissively. "I live to serve you."
Maybe bringing in Becky would work out better than she had thought, Ashley mused to herself. With twice as many slaves to keep her occupied, it would mean half as much attention on herself. Unfortunately, Teresa had other ideas.
She went to a nearby workbench and retrieved a thin metal plate that was about two feet long on each side with a long wire trailing off of it. She set it on the floor in front of Ashley's head.
"Cunt, I want you to pull on the ropes attached to your wrists and lift your body up off of the floor," Teresa said.
Ashley complied. As she pulled on the ropes her tits lifted up off the ground. Teresa slid the metal plate beneath Ashley's chest and affixed it to the floor.
"You may lower yourself," Teresa said. She stood up and plugged the cord on the plate into a nearby outlet.
"I'll be back in a little while to check on you," she remarked as she attached a leash to Becky's collar and dragged her out of the room with Rosco following closely behind.
Ashley was left alone in the dungeon, wondering what Teresa had in store for her. It didn't take long for her to figure it out. The metal plate beneath her was warming up and it was starting to get hot. Really hot. Ashley shifted about trying to escape the heat as the hot metal pressed against her tits. Inevitably she realized what she had to do. She grabbed the ropes attached to her wrists and pulled, lifting her body free from the floor. She could still feel the heat wafting up from below, but her tits no longer touched the hot surface.
She held the position for several minutes, but soon her shoulders began to ache. Sweat gathered on her brow as her strength began to flag. She sagged ever-so-slightly. Her nipple brushed the hot surface below.
"Aiyeee!" Ashley screamed, bobbing back up with a fresh tug on the ropes. Her burned nipple throbbed, a warning to not let her strength wane again. She tightened her grip on the ropes and hoped Teresa would come back soon.
---
Teresa led Bitch and Rosco down the hall to the new puppy play room she had made. She threw open the door and moved her new pet into the room with a kick to the pussy. The stupid slut scurried in, Teresa followed behind and locked the door behind her.
"Now, Bitch," Teresa addressed her slave, "you may think that being my new puppy slut is all fun and games, but it's not. I expect you to really play the part. You will be trained to be obedient. You will be trained to act without hesitation. And you will be trained to have no shame."
"You are no longer a human being. You are an animal and you will be treated as such. Once you have earned my trust you will no longer need to wear the shock collar. Instead, you may wear this." She held up a leather dog collar with the word 'bitch' festooned across the front in silver letters.
"Do you understand and agree?" Teresa asked.
The dumb whore looked back at her with a face full of sadness and fear. "I bet she regrets trying to steal my man now," Teresa thought to herself. Still, she couldn't look at the stupid dogfucker's face without seeing the image of her sitting astride Ryan in his apartment. Just the thought of her having sex with Ryan made her want to activate the shock collar and fry her until the batteries ran down.
After a moment's hesitation the bitch finally accepted her fate. "Woof, woof," she agreed sadly to Teresa's proposition. Obviously she would have liked to disagree. Teresa wanted her to disagree. She needed to break this bitch. She needed to let her suffer so that she could know the pain that she had caused her.
"Alright," Teresa said finally. "Let's begin your training. We will see who's the better dog here. I'll give a command and then judge who did it faster and better."
She stepped back to give her pups some room. "Ok," she called out. "Roll over."
Before she even finished the command Rosco had dropped to the ground and rolled back to his feet. Bitch merely stared back at her with a dumb look on her face.
"Good boy," Teresa said in her best happy owner voice. She reached into her pocket and tossed him a doggy treat, which he enthusiastically gobbled up. She turned to Becky. "Bad bitch," she admonished.
Becky yelped and her hands flew up to her neck as the shock collar activated and gave her a jolt. She looked back at Teresa in terror. Good, she thought. Now this bitch knows that I mean business.
"Speak," Teresa commanded.
This time the bitch was ready. "Arf, arf," she called out, beating Rosco's gravelly bark. She half-expected the stupid slut to say something in English. At least she had learned that lesson.
"Good girl," Teresa said. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a treat. She tossed it and it bounced off the dumb cunt's nose and fell to the floor. The girl made no move to eat the fallen treat. Teresa activated the shock collar. The bitch yelped and fell to the floor.
"You will eat what is given to you, Bitch," Teresa warned. She lifted the controller to the shock collar. Becky quickly bent down and gobbled up the treat. The look on her face was precious as she swallowed down the awful doggy reward.
"Turn around," Teresa ordered. Rosco quickly spun a three sixty, while Bitch fumbled around on her knees. She tossed a treat to her furry friend and doled out another shock to the hapless slut.
"Up," Teresa ordered, gesturing to the ceiling. Rosco popped up onto his hind legs and balanced, while simultaneously, Becky jumped to her feet. Before she could even straighten herself upright, however, the girl was assailed by a vicious shock. Then another. She collapsed to the floor. Then she got another shock. And another.
"No!" Teresa screamed. "You worthless bitch! You must never stand up on your feet while wearing a dog collar. For all intents and purposes, your knees are your hind legs. Got it?"
The slut barked in assent, tears streaming down her face.
"I'll get you something to help you remember," Teresa suggested.
She went to a shelf and pulled out a set of cuffs and a set of clamps. She locked the cuffs around Becky's ankles, then reached up to caress the folds of her pussy. Becky gasped as her mistress teased her labia apart, then screamed as she snapped a clamp on to each one. Next, Teresa took a short chain and connected each ankle cuff to a matching labia clamp. The chains were short enough that the girl had to keep her knees bent and her feet up near her pussy to keep from tugging on the clamps. Now she had no choice but to stay on her knees.
Teresa waited a minute for the miserable wretch to collect herself.
"Up," she ordered once more. This time the dog slut lifted her mitten covered hands from the floor and kneeled before her, beating her furry companion to it.
"Good girl," Teresa remarked, tossing the bitch another treat. The disgusting bitch caught it in the air and chewed it up, looking nauseous as she swallowed it.
"Ok, one more," she said. She pulled out a small rubber ball. Rosco's tail wagged excitedly when he saw it. "Fetch," she said, tossing the ball to the far side of the room.
Rosco raced after it and had it in his mouth before Becky could even turn around. He raced back to Teresa and dropped it into her hand as Becky braved herself for another shock. Teresa dutifully gave it to her.
"Clearly you need more practice with that one," Teresa remarked. "Since you are obviously no match for your lover, you'll have to race against the clock." She moved Rosco to his kennel, a large and luxurious cage over on the side of the room. He ambled over to his fluffy dog bed and lay down. Meanwhile, Teresa dragged a machine out from the corner of the room and set it up.
The machine resembled one of those tennis practice ball launchers, with spinning wheels that would fling an inserted ball to the other side of the room. Teresa punched in a few keys on the side of the machine, then inserted the ball. After a brief pause it was tossed out the side.
The dumb bitch watched it as it bounced around on the far side of the room. "Well," Teresa said, "what are you waiting for? Go fetch."
The dog slut crawled her way over to where the ball had landed. She leaned down to scoop it up with her mouth, noticing disgustedly that the ball was covered in tooth marks and dog slobber. She turned to bring the ball back to Teresa, but before she could make it more than a few feet the ball launcher buzzed and Becky grimaced as she absorbed another shock from the collar.
"You're going to have to go faster than that if you don't want to be punished, Bitch," Teresa remarked. "You'll get another stronger shock soon if you don't hurry."
The girl scurried forward, tugging at her labia clamps as she hurried along. She stopped in front of Teresa expecting her mistress to take the ball from her mouth.
"I'm not touching that," Teresa said. "I've seen where your mouth has been. Put it into the top of the machine to stop the timer."
Becky did so, then sat back on her haunches, panting in exertion.
"I'll let you play with this for a little while," Teresa said. "It will pause for a random amount of time between tosses so that you get a little bit of time to catch your breath. But be ready because it can launch at any second."
Almost on cue the ball thumped out of the machine. The bitch raced after it on hands and knees, determined to be fast enough this time. Teresa smiled as she saw the woman race away, her ankles tugging at her labia as she wildly scurried after it. She waited to see if she would return in time before making her way to the door. The bitch managed to drop the ball back in before being punished.
"I'll be back in a few hours," Teresa called over her shoulder as she left. "Have fun!"
The balled launched out of the machine again as she closed and locked the door behind her.
--
Ashley screamed and flailed as she lowered herself onto the hot metal plate beneath her. She just simply couldn't hold herself up any longer. She'd had to lower herself a couple of other times already to give her aching shoulders a break. She had tried to lower herself just a little at first, but that only served to focus the heat and the pain on a small area and didn't give her shoulders as much of a rest. Instead she'd found that her best bet was to collapse completely onto the plate, resting as much of her weight as possible onto the floor below her.
She 'rested' for as long as she could bear, flopping around like a fish out of water as the hot metal burned at her chest and torso. Invariably, she had to pull herself up again once she could take no more. Her body was covered with a sheen of sweat and she trembled between the taut ropes as she pushed her tired and aching muscles past the point of exhaustion.
She didn't notice Teresa reenter the dungeon. "Tired yet?" her mistress mused as Ashley flexed her fatigued back.
"Mistress! Please take me down! I can't take any more! Please!" Ashley begged.
Teresa paused as if to think for a moment. "Ok," she finally decided. She took out a knife and slashed the ropes holding Ashley's legs to the pillars. Ashley screamed as her lower body sagged, touching her tummy against the metal plate.
"Ahhh! Cut my arms free! Hurry!" she pleaded.
Teresa paused. "I don't take orders from you, cunt," she snapped. "Especially when you ask me so rudely. Why don't you try again?"
Ashley thrashed around, trying to avoid touching the hot metal. "Please cut my wrists free, mistress! Please!" she begged desperately.
"Alright," Teresa sighed as if the whole affair was a great inconvenience. She slashed the ropes holding Ashley's arms to the pillars. The girl fell completely to the hot plate, then quickly rolled off of it and lay on her back gasping for breath.
Teresa looked down at the exhausted girl, admiring the scorched red skin that covered the woman's chest. None of the burns were particularly severe, but she'd certainly be feeling them for a few days at least. She made a mental note to give her a tit whipping tomorrow, then said, "Cunt, it's almost time for Ryan to get home from work. You'd better get in position so you can report on his day. I'm going to turn in early tonight, I'm exhausted. Make sure to lock yourself into your cage once Ryan has been asleep for at least an hour."
"Yes, mistress," Ashley sobbed. She crawled into position, sitting on the floor next to the comfy couch. Then she picked up her notebook and began her surveillance of her ex-boyfriend's apartment, trying to ignore the searing pain in her tits.
--
Becky convulsed on the floor as the fiercest shock yet emanated from her collar. She couldn't breathe as the current raced through her body and caused her muscles to tense. It cut off and she frantically shoved her arm into Rosco's crate, trying to reach the ball that had taken a wild bounce out of the machine and rolled in there. It was just beyond the reach of her gloved hands. She pressed harder against the bars, desperate to retrieve the ball before the machine decided she'd been slacking off and give her an even harsher jolt. Meanwhile the furry beast within the cage snored loudly, oblivious to the agonized woman reaching in between the bars. The luxurious crate was big enough that she couldn't prod him awake.
She had been playing Teresa's sick little game for hours without too much trouble until this, though her back ached and her knees were badly bruised from scrambling about all over the room like a dog. Most of the time she was able to return the ball in time. Though sometimes it took a wild bounce, or got stuck up against the wall and Becky received a shock for being too slow. Eventually she would return the ball to the machine and await the next toss. Sometimes the machine would give her a few minutes to rest. Other times it seemed to launch the ball immediately. She had to remain vigilant to ensure that she had as much time as possible to retrieve it.
Now, however, the ball was hopelessly stuck. She craned and stretched, willing her arm to reach just a little bit farther into the cage, cursing the leather mittens that covered her hands. When that didn't work she'd tried barking at Rosco to rouse him from his sleep. But the dozing canine was soundly asleep and ignored her attempts. She was reluctantly considering calling out the dog's name to get his attention, but the fear of Teresa's wrath for breaking the rules was ever-present, even though the woman was currently not in the room.
Becky heard the sound of the lock outside the door being undone. Her heart beat faster. She hoped Teresa would come soon. She'd see the problem and reset the machine for her.
The door swung open and Teresa walked through. "Arf! Arf!" Becky barked urgently, gesturing to the ball inside Rosco's crate.
"What's that, Bitch?" Teresa asked innocently. "Did your ball get stuck?"
"Arf! Arf!" Becky acknowledged, growing more worried - time was running out and she'd get another shock soon.
"Why'd you let it roll in there?" Teresa asked, clearly drawing out Becky's plight.
Becky tried again to reach inside the cage to retrieve the ball, but the machine buzzed, indicating failure. Becky shrieked as she collapsed to floor. Her muscles spasmed and twitched, forcing her legs to kick against the chains clamped to her labia. The pain was simply too much. Becky lost control of her bladder, sending a stream of piss pouring out onto the floor. Finally the current cut off.
Teresa scowled at the mess her dogslut had made. She stomped over to the ball machine and switched it off. Then she went over to Becky, who was crying on the floor. Teresa leaned over and grabbed a handful of Becky's hair, dragging her face to the fresh puddle of piss.
"Bad doggy!" she hollered, pressing Becky's nose into the puddle. "You should know better than to piss on the floor!"
Teresa threw Becky to the ground. "Mop that up with your hair, right now!" she ordered.
Becky ruefully complied, doing her best to soak up as much piss as possible. Once her hair was totally saturated Teresa ordered her to stop.
"You'll be punished for that later," she explained. "But for now it's getting late."
She commanded Becky over to a corner of the room and opened the door to a tiny cage. Becky crawled in headfirst, there wasn't enough room to even turn around and she had to stoop low to avoid bumping her head on the top. Once she was inside Teresa reached up to release the clamps pinned to Becky's labia. The girl howled as the blood rushed into her bruised bits. Teresa locked the cage closed and left. Tomorrow would be another day.
---
Becky laid back against the bars of Rosco's cage and spread her legs wide. She shut her eyes tight and tried to imagine that she was anywhere else but here in Teresa's dungeon. She brought a mitten-covered paw down to her waiting pussy and began rubbing herself.
It had been a week since her puppy training had started. Every day brought new humiliation and depravity. Teresa treated her worse than a dog and she had the marks and bruises to prove it. She'd been fucked by that beast of a dog several times a day, usually with Ashley present so as to magnify her humiliation. Teresa would lead her in on a leash and order her to present her pussy. Then Rosco would have his way with her while she struggled to hold her position beneath the horny monster. With the encouragement of a riding crop, Teresa would order her to smile and sound like she was enjoying it.
After the first couple days Teresa stopped providing Becky with lube, instead giving her fifteen minutes alone to 'get ready'. Becky found it nearly impossible to get herself aroused with the impending doggy rape in her future, but nevertheless she tried. As bad as it was getting fucked by a dog, it was much worse to be fucked while dry.
Two days ago Teresa had brought in a video camera to record every intimate detail of her encounter. Her mistress had staged it to look like Becky was a ready and willing dog slut. She crawled into the room and assumed her position, the camera zooming in on her aroused and glistening pussy. Rosco sniffed her cunt with his wet nose then mounted her. Becky moaned and grunted along with his rapid thrusts, staring seductively into the camera. She'd been ordered to cum (or convincingly fake it) right as he came. Later in the day Teresa made her watch the video after she'd edited it all together. Becky was appalled at how consensual the whole thing seemed.
Now, however, Becky focused on the task at hand. Teresa would be back any minute to take her to her 'date' and despite her best efforts she couldn't get herself aroused. She raised a paw to her face and spit on it, hoping to bring some wetness to her pussy that way. She made the mistake of licking her lips and cringed as she tasted the dogfood still smeared all over her face from that morning's breakfast.
The door to the doggy dungeon opened. "Come, Bitch," Teresa called. Becky immediately popped up onto her hands and knees and raced to her mistress's side. Teresa leaned down and clipped a leash to Becky's collar and led her to the main dungeon. Once they were there Becky went to her usual place and assumed her position.
She looked around the dungeon while she waited for Teresa to unleash her furry rapist upon her. A new wooden shipping crate had arrived in the dungeon since the last time she'd been in there. The top and one of the sides had been pried off, but from Becky's vantage point she couldn't see what was inside. Undoubtedly it was some new apparatus for torturing her and Ashley, she thought unhappily.
Speaking of whom, Ashley was well positioned to observe Becky's latest humiliation, though it looked as though she'd had a rough night. She hung from the ceiling by her ankles with her wrists and elbows tied together behind her back. All over her body she was covered in small burn marks, apparently made by the nub of a cigar that sat, extinguished, in an ashtray beneath the tortured woman. Between the woman's slightly parted legs Becky could see the top of a whiskey glass sticking out from inside Ashley's pussy. She didn't want to know how Teresa had managed to shove the item so far up the poor girl's cunt.
Before she could look around any more Teresa went to Rosco's enclosure and let him free. The dog excitedly rushed over to Becky as she waited for him on hands and knees. He ran up to Becky's face, sniffing at the dried dogfood around her mouth. Becky held her breath as the canine lapped at her lips. The beast's breath smelled terrible. Finally he moved around behind her.
Becky lowered her face to the floor and stretched her hands out before her, thrusting her cunt up into the air as she had been trained to do. She gasped as the dog cock entered her, its length sliding against the dry interior of her pussy. She felt the all-too-familiar sensation of the knot at the base of his dick starting to swell. Then she braced herself as the monster started to pound away.
--
Ashley watched from her suspended position as the dog ravaged poor Becky. She'd have thought the unfortunate woman would have been used to it by now, but supposed that one could never really get used to something that was so degrading and humiliating.
She paid close attention to the proceeding, as ordered by her mistress. Usually Teresa joined her to watch Becky get raped, but today she was distracted by the mysterious wooden shipping crate. It had arrived last night, before Teresa had worked her over with the cigar. From the thunk it made as it was dumped on the floor it sounded empty, but ever since then Teresa had been rearranging supplies around the box, putting stuff in, then later changing her mind and taking it out again. Ashley had no idea what it was for, but Teresa seemed to finally have finished arranging what she needed inside it. Now she waited impatiently for Rosco to finish his rutting.
After the beast blew his load Teresa stepped forward. "Bitch, come," she ordered. Becky popped up off of the floor and scurried over to her mistress, doggy cum dribbled out of her pussy along the way. Teresa then began binding her with straps.
--
Teresa stared excitedly at the frightened girl next to the wooden box. The bitch was bound with her ankles held to her thighs by tight leather straps. Her elbows were pressed up against her sides by more straps. Her hands still wore her puppy gloves but were free at the moment, the stupid whore would soon find out why.
Teresa had switched out the dogslut's shock collar for a tight posture collar. At first the whore seemed relieved to be rid of the collar she'd been tormented by for the past week, but as Teresa pulled the straps closed on the new collar the girl began to have doubts. She watched as a trail of drool poured out of the tramp's mouth. The collar was tight enough to make swallowing difficult, but she made sure her victim could still rasp in and out some breaths. She stoppered up the drooling slut's mouth with a big red ballgag. Every cunt looks better with a gag in her mouth, Teresa thought.
She prepped the final pieces within the box. Becky couldn't see them though because her eyes were covered by a blindfold. Finally Teresa picked the slut up onto her knees and guided her into the wooden crate. It was about four feet on each side, made of sturdy plywood and reinforced by boards along the sides.
She leaned the girl against one of the sides then got her harness. It fit around the slave's chest like a bra, but there were no cups. Instead her tits were squeezed inside a set of metal rings that fit snugly against her chest. A smaller metal ring was centered over each nipple and held in place with straps connecting them to the larger rings. A thin metal cable was attached to the small ring, then looped around and around each breast in a spiral until it reached the larger ring and jutted out from the top of the harness with a few feet of additional cable hanging free. Teresa snugged everything down, then ran each extra cable up through a ring set inside the top of the box.
Now came the fun part. Teresa leaned over and lifted the girl free from the floor. She moved her back until her pussy was positioned over the dildo jutting out of the floor. But this was no ordinary dildo - at its top it was shaped like a standard, if rather thick, cock. But as you went down the dildo got thicker and thicker until at the very bottom it was six inches across.
Teresa considered lubing up the dildo before dropping the bitch upon it, but she figured the doggy cum dribbling out of her pussy ought to be good enough. She slowly let the girl go, watching her sink lower and lower onto the dildo. The bitch grunted and groaned as the cock slipped up inside her. As the cock penetrated deeper the girl began to panic. She wriggled and thrashed as her pussy was both stretched wide and penetrated deep. Teresa grabbed the girl by the hair with one hand, keeping her from resting her entire weight on the dildo.
With her other hand Teresa reached over and grabbed the end of a cable dangling from the top of the box. She clipped it onto the bitch's left wrist. Then she reached up and attached the other cable to her right wrist.
"I'm going to let you go now," Teresa said. "Push down with your arms if you don't want your cunt to bear all your weight."
Despite her growing panic, the girl complied, desperate not to sink any deeper on the dildo. She lowered her arms, pulling against the cables attached to her chest harness via the roof of the box. As she pulled the cables, however, the slack was drawn out of them. Becky's tits bulged out between the twists of cable as it pulled tighter and tighter, bearing more and more of her weight. The girl grunted in alarm, but Teresa let go of the grip on her hair.
Becky slid down further, the cock slamming into her cervix as she was caught by surprise. She screamed and pulled against the cables, hoping to draw herself back up. The cables cut hard into her fleshy tits, but once all the slack was removed she was successful in lifting herself up by an inch or so.
"Comfy?" Teresa asked. "Good," she said, not waiting for a reply. "I've had a lot of fun tormenting you for the past week. It's like you were born to be a doggy slut."
"But, to be honest with you, I can't stand to look at you any longer. Every time I see your face I see you fucking my man. So I think it's time I sent you on a little vacation."
The bitch perked up at this news. She struggled vainly against her bonds, but only succeeded in driving the dildo deeper inside her. The bitch realized her mistake and pulled harder at her tits to lift herself a little higher.
"My cousin has a friend in Bangkok who runs a special show starring girls like you. I showed him your video with Rosco and he said you'd fit right in! So I agreed to let him borrow you for a little while. But don't worry, he promised to return you to me no less worse for the wear."
"Have you ever flown on a private jet before? It's really amazing. Once you do, you never want to fly commercial again... though I must admit I've never travelled in the cargo hold before. I'm sure it's just as good. Unfortunately it's a pretty long flight, so I hope you're comfortable."
"And don't you worry about me. I've still got Cunt here to keep me occupied. In fact, we came up with a new plan yesterday to get Ryan to come back to me. We celebrated the occasion with whiskey and cigars. By the time you come back, Ryan might be back at my side where he belongs. Isn't that right, Cunt?" Teresa asked.
"Yeff, mifftreff," the suspended slave replied.
"Hmm," Teresa thought, "her tongue must still hurt from when I put my cigar out on it last night." She shrugged.
"Anyway, we don't want you to miss your flight," Teresa leaned down to lift the final side of the box into place. It had a few small airholes drilled into it and "LIVE ANIMALS" stenciled across the panel. She nailed it into place as the dumbstruck whore inside frantically begged for release, terrified at the prospect of a long journey bound as she was and uncertain of what awaited her at the end of her trip.
With the final nail in place, Teresa hoisted the box up onto a set of wheels and pushed it out the door to her waiting van.
"Bon voyage," she called through the airholes as she dropped the shipping crate inside and shut the doors.
Chapter 4: Ex's and Oh's
The plan was simple. Cunt had noticed that Ryan was recently visiting a new coffee shop around the corner from his apartment. Teresa hadn't remembered Ryan being a particularly avid coffee drinker, and yet, every morning for the past two weeks he'd return to his apartment carrying a cup from the new place.
Cunt suggested that Teresa hang out there and 'accidentally' bump into him. Then they could rekindle their relationship over coffee. It would be just like in the movies.
She staked out a table near the pickup counter and impatiently sipped her latte, waiting for Ryan to arrive. She'd been there for about fifteen minutes, silently enduring the relentlessly perky barista working behind the counter, making smalltalk with her regulars. The obnoxiously cheery girl was far too good-looking to be working in a coffee shop. Her wavy blond hair framed a face that wouldn't have been out of place on the cover of Vogue. A coffee-stained apron failed to hide her lithe figure or her firm tits, threatening to pop out from her low cut top.
Finally the door swung open and Ryan strolled in. He looked good - really good. The surveillance video of his apartment didn't do him justice. The sight of him stirred things inside Teresa that she hadn't felt in months.
"Ok, be cool," Teresa thought to herself. "Let him order his coffee, then when he turns around he'll see me, and the rest will be a tale that he gives in our wedding toast."
He walked up to the counter. "Good morning, handsome," the perky barista chirped.
"Hi, Charlotte. How are you doing today?" Ryan replied.
"A lot better now that you're here." Teresa narrowed her eyes at the wench behind the counter. The gall of this woman to flirt with her man right in front of her. "What can I get you?" the obnoxious slut asked.
"Large latte with an extra shot of espresso," Ryan said.
"Tall and strong," the barista said, batting her eyelashes. "Just my type."
She turned to make his drink. Ryan stood at the counter and watched the hussy work. Finally she turned around and set the cup down on the counter, leaning over so her low cut top revealed her cleavage. "Come back soon," she said, sliding the cup towards him.
"This is it," Teresa thought sitting up straighter in her chair.
Ryan grabbed the cup, then hesitated. "Something wrong?" Charlotte asked.
"No, not at all," Ryan replied, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I was just wondering, if you're free some time, would you like to grab dinner with me?"
The barista blushed. "I thought you'd never ask! Of course!" she replied. She grabbed his cup and scribbled her phone number on it. "Call me any time."
Ryan smiled and grabbed his drink. He confidentiality strode out the door, beaming. He was completely oblivious to everything, and everyone, on his way out.
Teresa was crushed. She sat there and watched as her plan quickly unraveled before her very eyes. Her sadness quickly turned to fury. It took everything she had not to jump over that counter and throttle that slutty little tramp. She quickly stood up and stormed off to her car. Cunt was going to pay for this. "I bet she knew this was going to happen and she wanted to humiliate me," Teresa thought. "She's going to be so sorry once I get home."
--
Charlotte rang the buzzer to the back entrance of La Femme Tranquille, one of the most exclusive salons in the city. She couldn't believe her luck, she got a call out of the blue telling her that she'd won a free session with their top stylist. It was terrific timing considering that she was meeting Ryan, the cute guy from the coffee shop, for dinner later.
"Yes?" the voice from the buzzer asked.
"Hi. This is Charlotte. I have an appointment and I was told to come to the back entrance," Charlotte said.
"Yes, of course. Come on in," the speaker chirped.
The door buzzed and Charlotte walked in. The shop was empty except for a beautiful red-haired woman, who looked way too well dressed to be working at a beauty salon.
"I'm Teresa. I'll be taking care of you today," the woman smiled.
"Wow. This place is amazing," Charlotte observed. "I didn't think that you guys were open on Mondays."
"Normally, we're not," Teresa explained. "But for our lucky contest winner we're willing to make an exception."
"Lucky me! Though I have to admit, I don't remember entering a contest," Charlotte said.
"Oh, that's because it was a special charity drawing - you had to put in the name of a friend or coworker," Teresa quickly replied. "But enough standing around, let's make you more beautiful! I promise you a makeover so great that you won't even recognize yourself."
"Thank you!" Charlotte enthused as Teresa led her to the shampoo chair. "I wonder who could have entered me to the contest. I'm fairly new to the city. I'm hoping to land a gig in modelling, but for now, to pay the bills, I'm working in a coffee shop."
"Oh yeah?" Teresa said, guiding her into the chair, tipping her head back into the sink, and turning on the water.
"This appointment couldn't have come at a better time. I've got a date tonight with this really cute guy. His name is Ryan. Big muscles, beautiful smile, and, ouch!" Charlotte jumped as the woman washing her hair suddenly grabbed a fistful and tugged.
"Oh, sorry!" Teresa apologized. "My fingers got caught." She pulled out a bottle of shampoo and squirted some into Charlotte's hair.
"Anyway, I'm super excited. I've been flirting with him for two weeks, hoping he'd ask me out and... my eyes! Ow, you got shampoo in my eyes!"
Charlotte's hands flew up to her face, trying to wipe the soap away. Teresa took the opportunity to slap a pair of handcuffs on the distracted girl. "What?! What are you doing?" Charlotte shouted, still blinded by the shampoo. The stylist dashed around the chair and unfurled a series of leather straps that had been hidden beneath it. She quickly threw them over Charlotte's body and strapped her down - one strap over her legs, one over her waist, and one across her neck, holding it against the sink, whose water was still running. Then Teresa yanked Charlotte's arms down to her sides and belted those in place as well.
"Stop! Stop! Let me go!" Charlotte shrieked as she was soon immobilized. Teresa grabbed a soapy washcloth out of the sink and rammed it into the panicked woman's mouth, then held it in place with a few strips of tape. Charlotte finally blinked the soap free from her eyes. She looked up to see the red-haired woman leering back at her, her friendly expression replaced with an evil sneer.
"That was my man you were flirting with, you filthy whore!" she growled.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Charlotte begged through her gag, but biting down on the washcloth only sent soapy water dribbling down her throat. She coughed and struggled against her bonds.
"Did you think you could steal him from me?" Teresa raged. "Well I'm putting a stop to that!"
Charlotte's eyes grew wide as she saw the woman pull out a large knife. So this was how she was going to die, she thought in terror.
The insane woman waved the large knife back and forth, watching Charlotte's eyes follow it. She was trembling with fear. She screamed into her stuffed mouth as the woman suddenly lowered the knife as if to stab her in the chest. In that instant she lost control of her bladder. The knife stopped just shy of her chest as Charlotte felt the spreading wet sensation soak through her panties. Charlotte blushed red in embarrassment.
"Haha! You stupid slut. I'm not going to kill you," Teresa said. She changed her grip on the knife and used it to saw through the straps on Charlotte's dress. Charlotte relaxed a little, though her heart was still racing. "I have to punish you first," she added.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Charlotte begged. She just had to explain that this was all a misunderstanding. She didn't know that Ryan was taken. He'd been coming on to her at least as much as she had to him.
Teresa finished slicing through Charlotte's dress. She pulled it out from beneath her, leaving Charlotte in her bra and piss-soaked panties. Teresa looked down at her in derision. "I don't get why he'd want anything to do with you when he could have someone like me." She took her knife and cut away Charlotte's bra. "Though I must admit you've got a great set of tits." Charlotte shuddered as her captor gently cupped her breasts.
"This, on the other hand," she said as she sliced through Charlotte's panties, "is disgusting. Can't you control yourself, you disgusting wretch?"
Teresa seemed to think for a second, then an evil smile crossed her face. She reached up and peeled back the tape over Charlotte's mouth. Charlotte immediately spit out the soapy rag that had been shoved inside.
"Please, you're making a mistake! I didn't know Ryan was seeing someone. I, ugh," Charlotte was cut off by Teresa wadding up her piss soaked panties and shoving them into her mouth. She deftly replaced the tape while Charlotte cringed and choked from the taste of her own urine in her mouth.
"I don't believe that for a second, you flirty little tart!" Teresa snapped. "You think you can just bat your pretty eyelashes and get any man you want - well, not this time."
Teresa began packing her things away in her bag. Then she pulled out a large syringe. "I bet we could have a lot of fun playing here. But I've got some lovely toys back at my place that I'm just dying to show you."
Charlotte pulled against the restraints holding her to the chair, but it was no use. Teresa lowered the syringe to Charlotte's neck. She froze as she felt the needle pierce her skin. Almost as soon as Teresa depressed the plunger Charlotte started to feel lightheaded. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was Teresa's evil face, regarding her like a wolf who had just found a wounded deer.
---
Charlotte awakened an indeterminate time later with an unbelievable headache. Her muscles were cramped, but she was otherwise unharmed. She quickly took stock of her situation. She had been crammed into a small wooden box with her knees folded against her chest. Her arms had been bound together behind her back, arranged so that each wrist was tied to the opposite arm's elbow. Her head jutted up through a hole in the top of the box that was barely bigger than her neck. Her piss tainted panties still occupied her mouth, covered by a strip of duct tape.
She tried to shift her body but was hardly able to move, the rough wood pressed up against her knees in the front and her shoulders in the back. From the texture of the coarse wood against her ass she surmised that she was still naked inside the box.
A filthy towel had been draped over her head, preventing her from looking around the room. A muffled shriek sounded somewhere off to the side. "That's right, Cunt!" she heard a voice she recognized as Teresa's call triumphantly. "Take it all the way up. You're going to regret betraying me!"
The awful shrieks subsided, only to be replaced by muted sobbing and grunting. Charlotte's curiosity got the better of her. She wriggled her head back and forth, working the towel down. When it finally fell free she couldn't believe her eyes. She was in some sort of horrible dungeon. Cages and racks littered the floor and the walls were adorned with all manner of torture implements. Off to her side was the obvious source of the pained sounds she'd heard.
There was a woman wearing a thick leather discipline helmet over her head, the buckles were pulled as tight as they'd go, the leather gleamed under the bright lights. The woman was bent over a narrow waist high table that was bolted to the floor. Her legs were on one side, held slightly parted by ankle cuffs attached to the base, and her tits dangled off the other side. The woman's arms had been folded into a reverse prayer and tied off to the back of the tall collar that was cinched so tight around the woman's neck that she must have had difficulty breathing. Holding the woman bent over the table was a pair of vicious-looking nipple clamps that had been snapped onto the woman's tits and then tied off to a ring in the floor in front of the table.
Standing behind the woman was Teresa. She looked amazing in a tight-fitting latex catsuit. Her beautiful red hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. She stood proudly behind the anguished woman wearing knee high stiletto boots. Mounted on her hips was a large glass dildo.
Teresa stood next to a brazier, filled with glowing hot coals. She picked up a pair of tongs and grabbed a marble-sized ember. "Hold still," she warned her agonized victim. Then she lowered the tongs to the woman's asshole and pressed the hot coal up against it. The woman shrieked into her hood as the hot coal made contact with her sensitive anus. She bucked and thrashed, yanking against the clamps that held her nipples to the floor. Once the coal was firmly lodged into the entrance to the woman's ass, Teresa put down the tongs and lined up her dildo with the orifice. She then unceremoniously plunged the dildo forward with a thrust of her hips. The woman threw her head back as the hot coal extinguished itself on her insides. Long after the burning coal had cooled Teresa continued to pound away at the woman's ass with her large glass dildo.
"That's two," Teresa announced. "Eight more to go! Remember, if you pull those nipple clamps free then it'll be ten in your cunt too. Got it?" She whacked the sobbing girl on the side of her head, but got no reply from her - she was too lost in her agony to respond.
Charlotte shut her eyes against the horror as Teresa picked up the tongs to select the next coal.
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The smell of singed flesh filled the dungeon. Teresa wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was hot standing here next to the brazier and reaming out Cunt's blistered asshole, but the whore deserved it after what she'd done to her. She looked around, trying to remember where she'd put her towel, then she remembered. She glanced over at the box she'd put Ryan's latest slut into. The ashen-faced girl stared back at her in horror.
"Oh good, you're awake," Teresa said. She pulled her glass cock out of Cunt's asshole. Ashley laid fully against the table, exhausted and in pain, moaning to herself. Teresa had to hand it to her, despite being stuffed with ten hot coals, the whore had managed to not pull off either of her nipple clamps. Teresa was actually glad that she didn't have to follow through on her threat to assault Cunt's pussy next - she was ready to move on to her new toy.
She sauntered over to the box with the flirty tramp in it. "Like what you see?" she asked. The stupid girl stared back at her. Teresa scowled. She leaned down and grabbed a fistful of the slut's blond hair. "I asked you a question," she sneered. She reached down with her other hand and grabbed the tape over the trollop's mouth. The girl spit out the saliva soaked panties.
"Please don't hurt me! Let me go, I won't say anything. I promise!" the sniveling wretch pleaded.
"Shut up!" Teresa snapped, slapping her across the face. "From now on that mouth is to be used primarily for one thing, and talking isn't it."
The dumb cunt wisely shut up. "Now, I asked you a question. Did you like what you saw?" Teresa asked. The girl shook her head 'no'. "Do you wish it was you over there?" Teresa continued. The girl's eyes grew wider and she shook her head more firmly. "Ok then, if you don't want a nice hot fucking like I gave Cunt over there, then that means you'd better clean my cock."
The slut's eyes dropped down to Teresa's hips. The glass dildo was smeared with blood, soot, and shit. She could almost see the girl's face turn green at the prospect of sticking that disgusting thing in her mouth. Teresa sensed the whore's hesitation.
"Come on," she said, wagging the dildo in front of her face. "It's gonna go in one hole or another. Be grateful that I'm giving you a choice. I bet a slut like you has sucked a million cocks."
Teresa moved the tip of the dildo to the girl's lips. She reluctantly opened her mouth and licked, then immediately began retching. "You'd better not throw up on my cock, whore," Teresa warned. The miserable slut shut her eyes tight and tried licking the dildo again. She scrunched up her face as she licked a particularly pungent patch. The look on her face was priceless. Teresa laughed as the slut went into another round of gags and coughs.
Teresa was patient as the slut slowly licked the entire shaft clean - if the dumb cunt wanted to draw out the experience then that was fine with her. With the dildo now nice and clean Teresa decided to test out the whore's cocksucking skills. She pressed the shaft into the girl's mouth and could feel her reeling as the dildo hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex. But Teresa was not to be deterred. She used both hands to grab onto the whore's long blond hair, then rammed the dildo into her throat. She forced her way through any resistance, watching as the whore's eyes bugged out of her head. She slid the cock out as tears poured down the cunt's face. "You're a natural," Teresa remarked, then forced her way back in.
She lodged the cock deep in the slut's throat and held it there. The woman tried to pull back, but she was trapped by the confines of the box and the vice-like grip on her hair. The whore grunted and tried to twist away. Her face turned bright red, then blue, as her oxygen began to run out. She began to panic. Teresa could hear the girl banging her arms against the back of the box. Just as the slut was about to pass out, Teresa relented. She pulled her cock free from the whore's mouth. Unfortunately, that was soon followed by the contents of the cunt's stomach, which she spewed out onto the top of the box in front of her face.
"Ugh, gross," Teresa remarked. "You are one filthy disgusting little wretch, aren't you? You know what? I think that's what I'll call you from now on. You can be Wretch. Do you like that name?"
The girl only moaned in response. Teresa shrugged. "Alright, enough fooling around," she said. "As you'll recall, I promised you a makeover, so what do you say? Shall we begin?"
The lousy slut was wallowing in misery, not paying attention to what was going on around her. Her eyes suddenly snapped up to meet Teresa, however, once she heard the click of an electric trimmer and the buzz of the blades.
"What are you doing?" the disgusting girl croaked.
"I think maybe a little off the top, don't you?" Teresa replied. She pressed the clippers against the woman's forehead and swept it back cutting a swath through the slut's long locks.
"No! Stop!" the tramp begged, trying to twist away from the clippers, but the box held her in place. Teresa cut another swath and another. The slut's shorn hair piled up around her on the top of the box. "Stop! Stop! Let me go!" the unhappy whore pleaded the whole time.
"You know," Teresa said, setting down the clippers, "I think I've heard enough out of you. You're starting to take the fun out of this."
Teresa gathered up a large handful of the freshly cut hair and used it to soak up the vomit pooled in front of Charlotte's face, then she lifted it in front of the girl's mouth.
"Open," Teresa ordered. The stupid slut stared back at her, dumbfounded. "I said, 'open'," Teresa growled. "Don't make me ask again."
The girl glanced over at Cunt, who was still moaning to herself at the other end of the room, then wisely opened her mouth. Teresa shoved the filthy shaved hair into her mouth, relishing the disgusted look on the wretch's face as she did so. Then she put a few strips of tape over her lips to keep everything in place.
With the whore's long hair now cut close to her scalp, Teresa next lathered the miserable woman's head with shaving cream and shaved her completely bald. Then, for good measure, she also shaved the slag's eyebrows off.
"There. Much better," Teresa remarked. She retrieved a handheld mirror so her victim could see her gleaming bald head under the lights. The tears in the girl's eyes were a sweet nectar to Teresa's thirst for revenge. She set the mirror down and picked up a body piercing tool. "But I'm just getting started..."
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Charlotte's tits ached badly, particularly her nipples, which had been pierced earlier that day. She had finally been freed from the box after several days inside of it, but that was only so Teresa could distribute more piercings to her body. Teresa had put two piercings in each tit, one near the tip of the nipple and another further back. Each hole was plugged with a stud and then the corresponding ends of each piercing's stud were connected by a small device with a thumbscrew on it. As Teresa turned the thumbscrew, the device expanded, pushing the studs apart. She had kept turning until the studs were separated by about an inch, cruelly stretching Charlotte's aching nipple - it was as far as Teresa was willing to go until the new piercings fully healed. After then, Teresa had promised to stretch Charlotte's nipples until they were two or even three inches long. It might take a while, but she was nothing if not patient.
But her nipple jewelry wasn't the only new piercings Charlotte had received that day. Once Teresa had her up on her rack she just couldn't help herself. After piercing Charlotte's tits she added a navel ring. Then she went lower, adding two rings each to her inner labia - the thickest rings she could do. The final piercing was the worst, right through her clit hood. Charlotte thought that she would pass out, she felt lightheaded as the needle passed through her sensitive flesh, but Teresa kept smelling salts at the ready to snap her back to her awful reality.
When she'd woken up that morning after her third day straight of being trapped in that wretched box Charlotte would have done anything to be free of it. Now, knowing what had awaited her outside of the box, Charlotte would do anything to return to it. It's cramped wooden walls provided a protection to her body that she quickly missed. Though that protection didn't extend to her head, which was left woefully exposed to the whims of her twisted tormentor.
After shaving her completely bald a few days before, Teresa had added half a dozen piercings each along her outer ears. Then she swapped out the studs in her earlobes for the first in a set of expanders that promised to stretch her lobes to a three inch diameter. This was followed up with a large ring through the septum of her nose, a stud across the bridge of her nose, and three rings each into her eyebrows, or, at least, where her eyebrows would have been if they hadn't been shaved off. The coup de grace was a set of two studs set into her tongue about half an inch apart.
From her place inside the box Charlotte had learned the routine of the dungeon. Teresa would come and go, delivering punishments and abuse to the one she called Cunt. This was interspersed with a heavy amount of surveillance on the guy from the coffee shop, Ryan. She wondered if Ryan had any clue that his insane ex-girlfriend was stalking him and capturing the girls he interacted with.
While in the box, Charlotte alternated tensing and relaxing her cramped muscles to try to alleviate her cramps. The bottom of the box had become completely disgusting as it accumulated her piss and shit over the days - a problem that was exacerbated by frequent visits from Cunt, who would regularly come by with large bottles of water and big bowls of an awful tasting slurry. If she refused to eat or drink then Cunt would pinch her nose shut and force the food and water into her. Charlotte would look over at the full length mirror that Teresa had positioned in front of her and see the miserable filth-covered stranger looking back at her.
For now, though, Charlotte had mostly been left in peace. After Teresa had finished her body piercings she took her down from the rack, slapped a metal collar on her and attached her to the wall with a chain thick enough to tow a semi truck. Then she told her to stare at the wall for a while. Charlotte readily complied lest she raise the wrath of this disturbed woman.
Before she left, however, Teresa had found two heavy padlocks and used them to connect the pairs of rings in Charlotte's labia. She also locked Charlotte's manacled wrists to her collar. Fortunately for Charlotte, she was able to kneel on the floor with the heavy padlocks resting on the tiles between her legs so that they wouldn't tug on her new rings.
The worst of the final additions from Teresa, however, was the addition of what she called her 'gag piercing'. She had removed the two studs from Charlotte's tongue and replaced them with a large single item that secured itself to her tongue with both holes. On the bottom side of her tongue was a flat metal plate, which was matched on the top side by another plate, however, the top plate was also adorned with half a dozen spikes that were nearly an inch long. Charlotte could pull her tongue back into her mouth, if she wanted to, but she would have to keep her jaw propped open wide to avoid poking the roof of her mouth. Instead, she kept her tongue pulled as far out of her mouth as possible. Either way Charlotte was unable to close her lips or swallow, so her chest was slathered in drool. She sat in miserable silence, with nothing to focus on but her aching and mutilated body.
Elsewhere in the dungeon Cunt was scrubbing the floors, which, of course, was not as easy as it sounded. Charlotte was too frightened to turn around and look, but the last time the poor slave had been given the job she'd had a scrub brush/gag strapped into her mouth. The bucket Teresa had given her was tall and narrow, so the slavegirl couldn't just dip the brush itself in the water. Instead she had to insert her entire head into the filthy, soapy water. Only once the top of her head touched the bottom was she deep enough to rinse the bristles of her brush. And to make the job even worse, Cunt was bound in tight bondage, which included a pin-studded bra and panties, along with two enormous dildos for her vulnerable and oft-tortured holes.
Charlotte startled as she heard the door to the dungeon swing open. Her heart began to race as she heard the click-clack of Teresa's heels on the tile. She was back from whatever errand it was she had been off doing. Charlotte relaxed a little as she heard Teresa move over to her computer - she would be spared the sadist's attention, for now, at least.
After a couple more minutes she heard Teresa stand up. "Cunt, come here," she called out. There was a furious clatter as the slave girl quickly scurried to her feet and raced over to kneel before her mistress. Charlotte could hear Teresa relieving the girl of her gag as she explained, "We've gotten a message from Bitch. It sounds like she's having such a lovely time on her vacation. She's making all sorts of new friends. She even sent a video of the first show that she performed there. Let's watch!" Charlotte heard the jangle of keys. "Go unlock Wretch from the wall and bring her over here. I bet she'll want to watch, too."
Charlotte shuddered at the mention of her awful new name and waited while Cunt padded over to her and unlocked the heavy chain from her collar. She flexed her back in relief - she hadn't realized how heavy the chain was until it had been removed. She leaned back and spread her legs so that the woman could release her from the heavy locks snapped onto her pussy rings, but the slave merely gave her a confused look. "Mistress didn't give me keys for those. Come," she whispered urgently.
Cunt leaned over and grabbed Charlotte's shoulder, pulling her up onto her feet. As Charlotte rose the heavy locks tugged fiercely at her labia for the first time since they'd been installed.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Charlotte protested, the spiked attachment on her tongue poking at her lips. She pulled against Cunt's grasp, setting the locks back down on the floor.
"Are you insane?!" Cunt scolded her in a whisper. "Come on! Mistress must not be kept waiting!"
Charlotte was well aware of what defiance meant. She leaned forward and made to slowly lift the weights dangling from her cunt off of the floor, but just as they lifted free she groaned and fell back to the floor. "Ungh, ungh," she sobbed, trying to convey that she couldn't do it.
"What's taking so long over there?" Teresa called over her shoulder while she prepared the video.
The question instilled a fear in Cunt that quenched any care or sympathy that she might have had for Charlotte. The slavegirl hooked her finger into the loop on the front of Charlotte's steel collar and hauled her to her feet. "Ah! Ahh!" Charlotte cried as she was practically dragged across the room. Her feet took halting steps as the locks swayed wildly, twisting and pulling at her newly pierced labia.
They arrived back near the large display mounted on the wall. Cunt released her hold on Charlotte's collar and quickly dropped to her knees in a submissive pose at her mistress's feet. Charlotte moved to follow, desperate to rest the heavy locks on the floor once again, but Teresa held up a hand.
"Tut, tut," she said, smiling at the anguished look on Charlotte's face. "You can remaining standing. Spread your legs shoulder width apart. Keep your hands behind your head, elbows out. If you move then I'll put another lock on each nipple and leave you standing like that all night. Got it?"
Charlotte nodded sadly and assumed her position.
"And try not to drool so much on the floor, you disgusting whore," Teresa added, then turned back to the computer. She hit 'play' and the video came to life on the TV mounted on the wall.
From the angle of the video, it appeared to be from a camera affixed high on a wall looking down at an angle onto a ring that was about twenty feet across and surrounded by a waist high wooden wall. The floor inside the ring was covered in a layer of sawdust, partially sullied by the cockfight which had been the evening's opening act.
Outside the ring, the room was packed on all sides with dozens of rowdy men. They pressed up against the low wall clutching overpriced beers and smoking cheap cigarettes. The onlookers were mostly wiry Asian men with thin black moustaches, but there were a few obvious foreigners interspersed within the crowd, their heads sticking out above the shorter locals.
The room was filled with the excited din of laughter and dozens of anxious conversations. A few words here and there could be heard above the noise, but they were in a language that none of the viewers could understand.
Despite the shoddy, chaotic venue, the video quality was surprisingly crisp. Charlotte could see the little wisps of smoke curling up from the tips of the lit cigarettes and the drops of perspiration on the foreheads of the tourists, who were unused to the tropic heat.
The crowd seemed to be antsy, eager for the show to start. Their enthusiasm reached a fever pitch as the emcee stepped into the ring. The excitement only grew as he announced the evening's entertainment. All eyes turned to a door set into a wall behind the ring. It opened inward and out of the darkness of the room behind it came a short Asian man in an expensive-looking tracksuit, in one hand he held a cigarette, in the other he held onto a rope.
As he strode into the ring he tugged behind him a lithe white woman who had the other end of the rope tied in a loose loop around her neck. She was dressed in sexy white lingerie: her legs clad in thigh high white stockings with matching garter belt, her body draped in a sheer white teddy with her tits framed nicely by the cupless bra, her smooth shaved pussy was left uncovered. The man holding the rope led her on a lap around the inside of the ring, she shuffled along silently with her eyes cast down, her white high heels dragging a trail through the sawdust. The men outside the ring hooted and jeered, gawking at the beautiful woman paraded before them. As she turned to face the camera one could see her pretty face plastered with expensive makeup, though it had been despoiled by a trail of tears that had recently run down each cheek.
After completing his circuit, the man led the woman to the center of the ring next to a wooden frame. He dropped his end of the rope and went to go chat with the emcee. Meanwhile, a tiny tattooed Asian woman wearing nothing but a collar and cuffs, who had snuck in during the white woman's circuit, grabbed the somber performer and guided her up against the frame.
She was stood facing a padded leather covered waist high board, her ankles were spread shoulder width apart. The small woman crawled between her knees and fastened the woman's stockinged legs into a set of ankle cuffs mounted at the base of the frame. Then she stood up and bent the woman forward over the padded board. As the woman leaned over, the stage lights revealed a series of fading bruises along the back of the her thighs, signs of a nasty caning from a few days past.
After bending the woman over, her wrists were locked into cuffs near the floor on a forward brace for the frame. Someone tossed the tattooed woman a bit gag and she reached down to insert the thick leather strip in between the shackled woman's teeth. There was no sign of resistance from the doomed woman, only a sense of hopeless resignation. She tipped her head forward so the tiny woman could more easily strap the gag in place behind her head.
Now that the woman was secured, the emcee once again walked into the center of the ring. The tiny Asian woman kneeled submissively off to the side as the announcer once more whipped the crowd into a frenzy, though, of course, none of the video's viewers could understand what he was saying. After a moment all eyes again turned to the door on the side of the room.
It swung open and out stepped a filthy brute of a man with the end of a rope in his hand. But tied to the other end of the rope was not another slave, but a mangy gray donkey. The crowd erupted with excitement as they caught sight of the beast. The commotion was even enough to draw the bound slave girl's interest. As she looked up from the filthy floor she locked eyes with the stubborn donkey being dragged forward by the handler. Her face grew pale and her eyes grew wide. For a moment she was frozen in shock, whatever she had expected to come through that door, this wasn't it. Her shock soon wore off and she began to pull at her restraints and plead to the ringleader through her gag. She was decidedly ignored.
The donkey was led on a circuit around the ring, just as the woman had a few moments before. The elated audience laughed and joked, gesturing at the meaty cock hanging down beneath the beast. Finally the animal was parked behind the frame that the woman was strapped to. Two men appeared and added some additional supports to the frame for beast to rest upon while he did his business. The bound woman continued to uselessly pull against her bonds as the men worked.
Meanwhile, the tattooed woman crawled beneath the donkey on hands and knees. Keeping her hands clasped together behind her back, she leaned forward and began to lick and caress the monster's cock with her tongue. The animal shuffled nervously as it started to respond to the sensations. Its floppy dick grew long and hard.
Finally, the emcee decided there'd been enough foreplay. At his command, the animal's handler grabbed the rope tied around the donkey's neck and guided him up onto the frame. He stood with his back hoofs on the floor and his front hoofs resting on a support above the bound woman's back. The terrified woman thrashed and screamed harder than ever, but there was no stopping the inevitable. The tattooed woman reached beneath the beast with her hand and lined up the stiff donkey dick with the white woman's cunt. Then the handler took a stick and whacked the rear haunches of the donkey.
The animal lunged forward, driving his meaty member deep into the traumatized woman beneath. She surged forward along with the thrust, but was halted as her hips slammed into the padded board of the frame. The beast, now spurred into action and thoroughly aroused, began to pump his thick cock in and out, in and out, driving deeper with every thrust. Meanwhile, the woman on the receiving end of his hard and heavy humping squealed and shrieked as the donkey dick banged into her cervix and stretched her overfilled pussy to the limit.
The crowd roared their approval of the spectacle before them. They high fived and snapped pictures with their phones while they watched the beautiful woman be ravaged by the randy beast.
The donkey kept going, far longer than anyone watching might have expected, but that was because the animal had been given a drug to help him last longer. After many more minutes of relentless fucking the beast emitted an uproarious bray as he came deep inside the bound woman's cunt.
The crowd cheered and applauded as the woman's battered cunt was doused in hot, sticky donkey jizz. The trainer guided the animal down off of the frame. The bound woman's stretched and gaping pussy oozed cum, which slowly dribbled out of her and ran down her leg. The tattooed woman quickly crawled over and started lapping up the cum that leaked out. After that she began lapping at the bound woman's stretched out cunt, slurping the semen out from within and probing the depths of her vagina with her tongue. Only after every trace of semen was gone did the woman slink away and attend to cleaning up the donkey's messy dick with her mouth.
Teresa turned the video off as the donkey was led back through door in which it came. Charlotte continued staring at the blank screen in utter shock. This was insane. How could such a thing exist in this world?
She was jolted out of her incredulous stare by a blinding pain in her labia. Teresa had gotten up and tapped the locks dangling from her pierced lips, sending them swinging back and forth. The movement snapped Charlotte back to her own miserable reality. To her credit, she had managed to maintain her commanded position for the duration of the video. But now she grimaced and felt her knees grow weak as her focus shifted back to her own aching pussy.
"What did you think of the show, Wretch?" Teresa asked. "Would you like to join Bitch on her vacation?"
Charlotte stared back at her and shook her head 'no'.
"Oh really?" Teresa mused. "I hear Bitch is very popular. She's already done several more performances since this one was recorded. They've asked me to let them keep her for another week."
Charlotte didn't know what to say to that, nor could she reply with the 'gag piercing' mounted on her tongue. She merely stared back at the evil woman before her, drool pouring down onto her chest.
"One thing that did catch my eye during the video was the slave with the tattoos. Didn't she look beautiful? I think maybe you could stand to have a few strategically placed inkings. Don't you think?"
Charlotte furrowed her shaved brows in worry as Teresa looked her body up and down. Could anything stop this wicked woman's sadistic tortures? She was beginning to think not.
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Charlotte squirmed restlessly within the wooden box that she was trapped inside. Like the last time she had been shut up in a box, her head stuck up out of a narrow hole in the top. Her arms had been bound behind her back in a reverse prayer and had long since gone numb. She wished she could say the same for the other parts of her body. Before closing the final panel on the box, Teresa had attached her labia rings to the floor of the box, and her nipple piercings to the roof of the box. The chains were short enough that Charlotte was forced to tug on one or the other, and finding a comfortable position was essentially impossible.
The previous few days Charlotte had spent strapped to a rack while Teresa 'decorated' her body with tattoos. It felt like every inch of her body had been touched by the tattoo gun as Teresa dragged the needle back and forth across her skin. Charlotte writhed and screamed as the amateur artist inked whatever came to mind into her skin. She was soon adorned with spiders and dragons, thorny vines and barbed wire, and various words and lewd phrases. Among them was 'spank me' was emblazoned across her ass, 'rape me' above her pussy, and 'hurt me' across her tits. Teresa made sure to position mirrors in strategic locations so that Charlotte could fully appreciate her new ink while she was left sobbing between sessions.
After she had been closed up in the box, Teresa had once again brought out her tattoo gun and went to work on the only skin Charlotte had exposed - her face. However, this time as she worked Teresa did not set up her mirrors for Charlotte to see. She tattooed something across her forehead and something on the inside of her upper and lower lips.
After finishing the job Teresa left without saying anything and returned a little while later with a large crate, hauled into the room by Cunt under the direction of Teresa. Cunt went back to rest in her cage while Teresa went off to do whatever it was she did when she wasn't torturing helpless and miserable women. The crate was left sitting ominously in the middle of the room for hours. Charlotte had nothing to do but contemplate what it meant.
The relative silence of the dungeon was eventually broken as Teresa returned carrying a crowbar. She strode purposefully toward the crate and began prying at the side facing Charlotte. The ruckus was enough to rouse Cunt from her rest, she shuffled upright within her low cage and watched with Charlotte as Teresa attacked the nails holding the crate together.
Finally enough nails had been yanked free that the side of the crate fell away and crashed to the floor with a loud snap. Charlotte and Cunt gave a collective gasp as they saw what was inside.
"Welcome home, Bitch!" Teresa announced to the woman bound inside.
The woman was suspended horizontally from the ceiling of the crate by a leather harness. Her arms were pinned at her sides and her legs were folded double. A thick, heavy hood covered her head and stifled any complaints she may have had. Two tiny holes beneath her nose had provided oxygen within the stifling box.
With the woman hanging face down, her lovely tits dangled like two perfect teardrops from her harnessed chest. Attached to her nipples was a pair of nasty nipple clamps that swayed gently back and forth with each shallow breath that she took. Running from the end of each clamp was a thin wire that attached to a box mounted on the floor of the crate.
But that wasn't the only thing attached to the box. Another wire ran up to a mechanism mounted on the wall of the crate behind the woman. The device was a long dildo mounted on a piston that was slowly pumping the fake cock in and out of her pussy. The long skinny schlong glistened with lubrication as it forced its way deep into her cunt.
The suspended woman stirred as she felt the cool air of the dungeon pass over her skin. She'd spent the entirety of her long trip home cooped up in the crate and was desperate for relief. Teresa drank in the sight of her clearly suffering slave, then leaned into the crate. There was a handwritten note written on a piece of paper that was pinned to the woman's tit via a thumbtack jabbed into her soft flesh. Teresa yanked out the pin and grabbed the note, then she stabbed the pin back into the breast from which it came. The woman jerked in pain, her yelp stifled by the thick hood and her packed mouth beneath it. Teresa straightened up and read the note aloud:
Dearest Teresa,
I cannot thank you enough for lending me the use of your slave. Her stay with me was certainly as entertaining as it was profitable. She got to experience the full range of our menagerie, from donkeys to ponies and more. You'll have to ask her which was her favorite.
We wanted to keep her entertained on her long trip home, so we have rigged up something special just for her.
First, as I noticed her understanding of my language to be woefully inadequate, I have prepared a recording that will count backwards from two thousand (the lovely tattooed slave that you saw in my videos was more than happy to make the recording). This will play on a loop into earbuds embedded in your slave's hood for the duration of her trip. When the recording reaches its end, your slave will receive a rather nasty jolt to the clamps that I snapped onto her nipples. I suspect that by the time she arrives to you she will be well versed in that small portion of my language. I have timed it so that the recording should end at the top of every hour.
Second, since her pussy was put good to use by so many of my 'well proportioned' pets, I'm afraid that a normal-sized cock may no longer be sufficient to meet the needs of this lusty whore. Therefore, I have rigged up a fucking machine with a special twist - the size and speed of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy is proportional to her heart rate, as measured by a sensor in her collar. The faster her heart beats, the faster and bigger the cock moving in and out of her pussy gets. I am sure that by the time she reaches you she will be well and truly fucked.
Thank you once more. And if you ever again feel the need to be rid of one of your slaves for a while, please do not hesitate to contact me.
Yours Always,
HD
Teresa set down the note and looked again at the miserable woman mounted inside the crate, her eyes surveyed the minor details she had overlooked before, now newly understood after reading the note. She leaned over and removed the blindfold from the hood. Bitch's eyes frantically looked around as she sought to find out where she was. The prospect of being freed from her torture made her heart beat a little faster, this was apparent as the dildo began to swell and pump in and out more quickly to match.
Bitch locked eyes with Teresa. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she begged, squirming within her bonds.
Teresa looked at her watch, then took a step back. "Only a few minutes till the top of the hour," she observed. "Maybe we'll let her have one last jolt."
Ensconced within the thick hood, and with the endless foreign soundtrack playing in her ears, Bitch didn't hear what Teresa had said. But over a dozen hours of listening to the same recording told her that the time was fast approaching when she'd be shocked once again. Her protests grew in intensity as she saw Teresa pull up a chair to watch her, instead of getting her out.
Charlotte watched, along with Teresa and Cunt, as the top of the hour approached. Bitch's desperation grew apparent as her moment of doom approached. By now she had learned that her increased agitation only made the dildo assaulting her snatch only grow bigger and faster, and yet, she couldn't help but panic. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as the final minute neared. Her racing heart served only to batter her cunt with a dildo of truly epic proportions. Charlotte marveled as a dildo thicker than her arm slammed in and out of Bitch's stretched out snatch at lightning speed, throwing the girl forward before quickly reversing course. Her dangling tits swayed vigorously with the assault, sending the nipple clamps twisting and swinging, but they would not be dislodged.
The intensity of the fucking crescendoed as the countdown reached single digits. Bitch screamed and begged for release while grunting against the huge dildo reaming her cunt with every thrust. Then, suddenly, her complaints ceased. Her entire body tensed, then erupted with spasms as the electric shocks buffeted her tits. She shrieked and shuddered as she was assailed over and over. Her excruciating dance lasted a full minute, all the while the dildo kept pumping in and out of her pussy in a blur. Charlotte recoiled at the woman's anguished screams, frantic and pained, but muffled by the thick hood. Finally, mercifully, the shocks ceased. Bitch was left panting for breath as she recovered. Exhausted and at relative peace, the dildo, too, eventually slowed and shrank.
Teresa stood up and clapped her hands. "Bravo!" she cheered. "Good show!"
She finally started to release Bitch from the crate, a process which took several minutes, given the intricacy of her bondage. At long last, Bitch was back where she started before her trip, laying naked on the floor with a gaping well-fucked cunt.
"I have something for you," Teresa told her once she had dumped the woman to the floor next to the crate. Bitch looked warily back at her mistress. Teresa went to a drawer and pulled out a black leather dog collar with "bitch" spelled out in silver letters across the front. "I think you've earned it," she said as she buckled the collar around her neck. "I know Rosco has been missing you. I bet he can't wait until you pay him a visit again. What do you think?"
"Woof," Bitch said weakly, a glimmer of resignation showing in her eyes.
"I hope he's not dissatisfied with that worn out pussy. I bet fucking you is like throwing a hotdog down a hallway, maybe we should offer him the back door?" Teresa suggested. "Why don't you rest there for a few minutes? After such a wonderful show I'm in need of some relief."
Teresa turned towards Charlotte. "You'll do," she said, and approached the boxed woman. Charlotte gulped as Teresa came forward. She stopped in front of the box and hiked up her skirt, revealing her bald, glistening pussy. "Do you know what I want, Wretch?" Teresa asked.
Charlotte shifted her eyes from Teresa's bare snatch to her face. "You want me to lick your pussy, mistress," Charlotte replied, her words slightly mangled by the piercings in her tongue.
Teresa looked appalled at Charlotte's response. "Oh heavens, no!" she exclaimed. "I wouldn't let that disgusting mouth anywhere near my precious muffin. Why don't I give you a little hint?"
She reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a hand mirror. She held it up so Charlotte could see her face. It took her a second to read the letters scrawled across her forehead, reflected backwards in the mirror. She felt a nauseous sinking feeling in her stomach as she flipped them around in her mind and realized that written in big block letters across her forehead were the words "Toilet Slave". Charlotte's mouth dropped open, stunned.
"Obvious yet?" Teresa mused. "Maybe one more hint."
She reached down with her free hand and pried Charlotte's lips back so she could read what had been permanently written there. Along the inside of her upper lip was 'piss', and along the inside of the bottom was 'whore'.
Teresa set the mirror down and hiked up her skirt once again. "Open wide," she prodded. "I hope you're thirsty."
Charlotte mindlessly opened her mouth. The thought of disobeying never even entered her mind. Teresa stepped forward bringing her pussy mere inches away from Charlotte's face, then let loose. A torrent of warm piss striking her in the face snapped her out of her shock. Charlotte recoiled in disgust. She tried to pull away, but, of course, trapped in the box she had nowhere to go.
Teresa painted her face with piss, angling her body this way and that to ensure that no spot was spared. She finally settled over Charlotte's mouth which quickly filled with piss.
"Swallow, whore!" Teresa commanded.
Charlotte complied, grimacing as the hot, salty piss poured down her throat. Her stomach tied itself in knots and she retched. Her spasms caused her to tug on her piercings within the box. Teresa lowered her skirt and smiled. She walked away as her piss dribbled down Charlotte's face and ran down into the box, covering the miserable woman's body as well.
"Come, Bitch," Teresa called over her shoulder as she moved towards the door. "Rosco is waiting."
Bitch struggled to her hands and knees and scurried after Teresa out the door.
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Chapter 5: Misery Business
"Another blackjack!" the attractive dealer called out. She pushed a stack of chips towards Ryan, who dourly sat at the table sipping his drink.
"What's the matter, darling?" the dealer asked. "I've never seen someone so unhappy who is winning so much."
"Don't mind him," Ryan's friend, sitting next to him said. "He's been moping around for weeks because he got stood up on a date. I brought him here to have a little fun."
"It's not just that," Ryan said, perking up a little as he seemed to notice the attractive dealer for the first time. "Every time I meet a girl I like, she either ends up ghosting me, or suddenly breaks up with me and disappears."
"Or she's completely insane - remember Teresa?" Ryan's friend chimed in.
"Sounds like their loss," the dealer said. "You know what they say - lucky in cards, unlucky in love."
"Yeah, I guess," Ryan agreed.
"I tell you what," the dealer said, leaning in close. "I'm not supposed to ask out the players, but my shift is over in twenty minutes. There's a great bar just down the street, how about I meet you there and see if I can turn your luck around?"
"He'll be there," Ryan's friend answered for him.
"I don't know. You think you can handle me?" Ryan asked.
The dealer scoffed. "I've dealt with more than my fair share of crazy ex's. I think I can handle any baggage you've got, handsome," she said. "My name's Darlene, by the way."
"I'm Ryan," he said, smiling for the first time all night. "I guess I'll see you in a little bit."
They stood up to cash in their chips. "I told you that this was just what you needed," Ryan's friend said as they left the casino.
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Ryan sat at a table sipping his beer. This bar really was great. The music was playing, people were dancing, and the drinks were flowing. He sat facing the door, waiting for Darlene to arrive. When she finally arrived Ryan felt relieved. She had changed out of her work clothes and was wearing a little black dress. Her curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and her green eyes sparkled in the lights. Ryan admired her lithe, well-toned body as she ordered a drink from the bar and walked up to his table.
"You came," Ryan said.
"Of course I did," Darlene replied. "What'd you expect? I'd disappear off the face of the Earth and never be heard from again?"
"Yeah, kinda," he answered.
She sat down at his table. "What happened to your friend?"
"A few minutes before you arrived he suddenly remembered that he has to work early tomorrow," Ryan explained.
"He's a good one," Darlene smiled, taking a drink. Ryan nodded.
"Oh! I love this song! Come dance with me!" she suddenly said, dragging Ryan to his feet before he could respond. They went to the dancefloor and lost themselves in the music.
Meanwhile, an attractive red-haired woman walked by their empty table. She might have been mistaken for a waitress, given that she was carrying a tray and had an apron tied around her waist, but most waitresses didn't wear designer clothes and four inch heels to work. She stopped at the vacant table and picked up the empty glass left by Ryan's friend, then, unseen by anyone else in the club, she tipped the contents of a small glass vial into the two remaining drinks. She left the bar after that, waiting in the alleyway behind it like a spider waiting for a fly.
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"Ugh! What the hell did I drink?" Darlene groaned as she awoke with a throbbing headache. The last thing she remembered was hanging out at the bar with Ryan, then they both felt hot and decided to go get some fresh air.
She shut her eyes against the bright lights of the room she was in. "What the fuck?" she said as she realized she was standing with her wrists tied together and draped over a large hook hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes shot open and she looked around. There were cages and racks spread about the room. The walls were adorned with whips and cuffs, hoods and gags.
"Oh good, you're awake," a woman said as she stepped out from behind Darlene. She wore a skintight latex catsuit and had her red hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her head.
"What is this? Who the hell are you?" Darlene growled.
"That's not important right now, you man stealing whore," the woman replied. She hit a switch on the wall and the hook holding Darlene's hands retracted into the ceiling, lifting her off her feet. For the first time, Darlene realized she was naked as she felt the cool dungeon air rush past her skin. Suddenly she put it all together.
"You must be Teresa," she said.
The red-haired woman paused. "How do you know that? Did Ryan mention me?"
"I heard something about a crazy bitch of an ex-girlfriend. You seem to fit the type," Darlene replied snarkily.
Teresa's face hardened. "You've got a pretty smart mouth on you, don't you?" she sneered. "Maybe you'd like to meet one of Ryan's other old flames who had the misfortune to cross paths with me?"
She stepped back from Darlene. "Bitch! Heel!" she commanded.
Darlene heard the jangling of dog tags against a collar as a young woman came bounding out of a cage tucked away in the corner. She scurried quickly to Teresa's side on hands and knees wearing nothing but a leather dog collar with 'bitch' spelled out across the front. A thick black buttplug with a stiff tail wagged back and forth along her backside as she crawled.
"Yip! Yip!" the dog slave chirped excitedly, but Darlene could see the pain and humiliation in the girl's eyes behind her faux enthusiasm. She kneeled down at Teresa's side and sat obediently while Teresa scratched her behind the ears like a favored pet.
"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" Darlene asked defiantly.
"Bitch here was a bit like you when she came to me," Teresa explained. "But I put her in her place - just like I will with you."
She turned and pointed to a low table. "Bitch, fetch," she ordered. The girl paused for just a second as she realized what she was being commanded to retrieve, but the discipline instilled by her mistress quickly took over and she bounded over to the table. As she crawled away, Darlene could see the fading bruises that covered the girl's backside, from her back to her ass down to her thighs.
The puppy slave reached the table and picked up the riding crop resting on top of it with her mouth. She spun around and carried the item to her mistress's outstretched hand.
"Good Bitch," Teresa cooed. "Now, present!"
Bitch quickly spun around on her hands and knees and pressed her forehead to the floor, thrusting her ass high up into the air.
Snap! Teresa brought the riding crop down hard onto the girl's butt cheek. The girl yelped as her ass erupted in pain, but she held her position. Snap! Snap! Teresa struck again and again.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Darlene shouted. Teresa ignored her and delivered more strikes to the girl's ass and thighs. Bright red splotches appeared on her skin where the riding crop struck.
"Seen enough?" Teresa cooed.
"Let her go, you crazy bitch!" Darlene demanded.
"Oh, I'm just getting started," Teresa said. She leaned down and delivered three rapid strikes on the woman's upthrust pussy. The girl's discipline broke under the assault. She collapsed to the floor and cradled her battered pussy as she sobbed and cried.
Then Teresa picked up a dog whistle draped around her neck and gave it a sharp blow. A raucous bark replied from somewhere behind Darlene and a big beast of a dog ran to Teresa's side.
"This is Bitch's latest boyfriend. He's more her type," Teresa explained. "Bitch, present!" she ordered once more. The girl slowly climbed into position again, though now her upthrust pussy was sporting a few new welts.
"Rosco, mount!" the deranged woman commanded. In a flash the dog was atop the woman, who winced as his stiff doggy cock barreled into her aching cunt.
"No!" Darlene called out, aghast at what she was seeing.
"This is nothing," Teresa bragged. "You should see her fuck a pony."
Darlene watched the girl grunting and groaning beneath the beast, while Teresa stared with a sadistic smile on her face. Finally, with a joyous squeal the dog reached orgasm, blasting his hot sticky cum deep into the beaten down woman. He pulled himself out, leaving his sloppy cum dribbling out of her gaping pussy.
"You sick fuck! What is wrong with you?" Darlene shouted.
"Now, now. Don't be jealous. There'll be plenty of fun for you too," Teresa said turning towards Darlene and running her eyes up and down the woman's athletic body.
But before she could do anything further, a tone sounded from an intercom mounted on the wall. Teresa, suddenly looking flustered, ordered her doggie slave back to her cage and locked her inside.
"I guess your fun will have to wait a little bit," she explained. "He's waking up. I have to get ready. You can just hang out there for now." Teresa rushed out the door.
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Ashley kneeled, staring at the unconscious man strapped to the wooden chair in front of her. How many times had she imagined him bursting through the door of the dungeon and coming to her rescue? And how many he times had he let her down by not showing up while his deranged ex-girlfriend tormented and tortured her?
She watched him with a mix of awe and contempt. Every attempt to bring him back to Teresa only led to further pain and humiliation for her, as he stubbornly and unknowingly resisted Teresa's ham-handed schemes. It seems that Teresa had finally reached her limit. She couldn't stand to see him move on to yet another girl and so she finally kidnapped him.
Teresa had dragged him in like a proud fisherman with the catch of the day and dropped him, unconscious in the chair. Ashley wasn't sure whether he had been dressed in a perfectly tailored suit when he was kidnapped, or if Teresa had dressed him afterward. She just watched while Teresa strapped him into the wooden chair then tenderly caressed his sleeping face.
Teresa had given Ashley explicit instructions to notify her as soon as Ryan started to wake up. She stared intently at him as he slept, determined not to disappoint her mistress. What would become of her now that Teresa had what she wanted? She couldn't help but wonder.
Ryan's head swayed slightly back and forth with his chin on his chest. He groaned. Ashley jumped to her feet and pressed the buzzer on the intercom to notify Teresa. Then, with heavy trepidation, she prepared herself according to the other instructions Teresa had given her once Ryan awakened.
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Ryan stirred. He had a terrible headache. "What happened?" he wondered. Did that woman from the casino drug him and rob him? She seemed so nice. Maybe it was too good to be true.
He heard footsteps - the sound of high heels clicking on tile. He tried to open his eyes, but the lights were too bright.
"Welcome home, master," a soft voice announced. "We've been waiting for you."
That voice sounded familiar. Where had he heard it before? Damn, his head hurt! He tried to raise his arm to rub his eyes, but something around his wrist held his arm to the chair he was sitting in. He tried his other arm, it was the same. His ankles, too, were strapped to the sturdy chair.
"The hell?" he grumbled. He forced his eyes open, blinking against the bright lights. His vision was still a little blurry, but he saw a woman approach him. He couldn't see her face, she wore a black latex hood that fit tight over her head. Holes for her eyes and mouth allowed her to see and communicate. Her light brown hair had been pulled into a ponytail and fed up through a hole in the top. Aside from the hood and a pair of six inch heels strapped onto her feet, the woman was completely nude. Despite her concealed face, Ryan thought she looked familiar, but he still couldn't think straight with the fog in his mind from the sedative he'd been given.
"I've been a bad girl," the familiar voice lamented, biting her lip. "I need to be punished."
The woman reached forward and grabbed a set of nipple clamps from the floor in front of her. She brought the first one up to her tit. She paused and took a breath, then snapped the clamp onto her nipple. Her eyes closed and her face contorted into a grimace behind her hood. She repeated the process on the other nipple.
Ryan's foggy mind was clearing fast. What is going on here? Am I hallucinating? The woman got up from the floor and went to a box sitting on a nearby table. She opened it up and appeared to be reading some instructions inside. Her shoulders slumped as she comprehended whatever the note had said. She reached into the box and picked up a black leather whip. It had a solid black shaft for a handle, from which erupted in a dozen or so two foot long leather strands with a thick knot at the end of each.
The girl regarded the whip with fear as she carried it gently back near Ryan. She knelt down on the floor in front of him with her back to him. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she took a firm grip on the handle of the whip in her right hand and threw the heavy leather strands up over her left shoulder. There was a loud 'thwap' as the leather crashed into her back. She threw her head back as the pain of the blow washed over her. A soft 'oh' escaped from her lips as the impact was more painful than she had anticipated.
Ryan could see the beginnings of several new bruises starting to form where the knots of the whip had landed. The rest of her back had started to color a faint pink. The girl lowered the whip in front of her again and prepared another strike. She knew now how much the next blow would hurt, but she swung just as hard as before.
This masochistic display fully cleared the fog from Ryan's mind. He sat up straighter in his chair. "What are you doing?" he demanded. "Stop!"
"I must be punished," the girl replied, her voice quivering with pain as she fought back tears and struck herself again.
"This is crazy! You don't have to do this!" Ryan pleaded. "Stop! Please!"
The girl ignored him and continued throwing the whip over her shoulder again and again and again. Soon her back was one big bruise mixed with bright red splotches. The girl's strength was wavering as the pain and punishment accumulated, but she still swung the whip with all her might. Ryan begged her to stop, but she merely switched hands so that she could punish her flesh from a different angle.
After a while he shut his eyes and looked away. He couldn't watch anymore. Yet he couldn't block out the sickening splat as the whip continued to crash into the woman's back, followed by her pained grunt. He could tell that her strength was waning from the repeated blows, but she kept going.
A sound behind him made him open his eyes again. He couldn't see who it was, but the echo of footsteps meshed with the sound of punishment as someone approached. He smelled a perfume that he instantly recognized and his guess was confirmed as Teresa stepped into view. She looked amazing, wearing a short, loose skirt and silk blouse. Her eyes gleamed and her smile grew wide as she locked eyes with Ryan.
"Darling! Hello!" she exclaimed. "I've been waiting so long for you to come back to me, and now you're here!"
"Teresa, what the hell is going on here?" Ryan demanded.
"What do you mean?" Teresa asked innocently.
"What do I mean?! Why am I tied to a chair? Why is this woman whipping herself senseless in front of me?"
"Calm down and I'll explain," Teresa said coolly. She turned to the battered woman kneeling before them, who was now openly crying as she weakly swung the whip over her shoulder - she had switched back to her right hand to punish herself more effectively. "Cunt, that's enough for now. I want you to go have a seat on the red bench near the wall."
"Yes, mistress," the woman sobbed. "Thank you, mistress."
She slowly climbed to her feet and walked to where Teresa had indicated. She wobbled on her impossibly tall high heels and had to catch herself more than once as her aching back affected her stride. She stopped just short of her commanded destination, however, once she saw what it was.
The red bench was actually a two foot long plank mounted about three feet from the floor. Sticking up from the center of it was a large, knobby, spiked dildo covered in bristles and barbs. Teresa had used it on her in the past and getting fucked by it was one of the worst tortures she had experienced. Clearly Teresa expected her to sit herself down on it.
Teresa watched intently, waiting to see what the girl would do. The battered woman reluctantly approached the bench and swung one leg over it so that she straddled the board. Standing up on her high heels, the barbed tip of the dildo just brushed against her trembling pussy. The girl lowered herself slowly onto the dildo. She gasped as it nestled its bristled tip into her terrified cunt, then she sprang back up onto her toes.
"What are you waiting for, Cunt? Sit down," Teresa called across the room.
The girl tried once again, but didn't get any farther before springing back up. "I can't! I can't," she sobbed.
"Oh, for goodness sake," Teresa grumbled as she stormed over to the bench. Before the girl knew what to expect, Teresa kicked her feet out from under her. She immediately fell down hard onto the dildo. It buried itself fully within her cunt, scraping and scouring her insides the whole way in. The girl shrieked in agony as the barbed tip slammed into her cervix. She tried to scramble back to her feet to lift herself off of the awful device, but Teresa quickly leaned over and released a latch under the bench. A powerful spring lifted the bench another foot off of the floor. Now the girl's feet couldn't even reach the ground, she was pinned to the bench by her own weight, unable to lift herself free while she sat astride a barbed and bristling cock buried deep in her pussy.
The girl continued to scream and wail, so much so that Teresa went and found a large red ball gag to stuff into her mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise. "Would you please shut up?" she said as buckled the gag in place. "You're so dramatic."
"Was she like that with you?" she asked Ryan as she walked back to his side.
"Huh?" Ryan began, then suddenly it clicked. He looked back at the suffering girl, her legs flailing futilely back and forth from atop the bench. How could he have not noticed before? The hood obscured her face, and this was obviously the last place he had expected to see his ex-girlfriend from a few months before, but now it was obvious. "Ashley!" he cried out. "Get her down! What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I'm merely giving her what she deserves," Teresa replied casually. "She goes by 'Cunt' now, by the way. And since we're on to reunions, I might as well introduce you to another lowly worm that inhabits my dungeon. See if you can guess who it is."
She walked over to a trapdoor in the floor and undid a latch. She threw open the door and called into the darkness below. "Wretch, come on out. I need you."
An anguished groan emanated from the pit. Teresa walked back to Ryan's side and watched with him as someone crawled out of the pit. He could smell her before he could see her - a powerful, awful stench wafted up from the floor and made his stomach turn. He gasped as he saw what finally emerged. A woman covered in dirt and filth slowly moved towards them on her knees. She left a slimy trail of putrid liquid behind her as she inched forward. Her skin was covered all over in tattoos, some were pictures, others were suggestions for horrid acts that should be meted out upon her.
Her wrists were enclosed in steel cuffs and locked to a metal ring pierced through her navel. This was only one of dozens of piercings. She had more through her ears, including a set of two inch expanders through her lobes. More piercings through her shaved eyebrows, and through her lips and nose.
But the body piercings were the most disturbing. There were two thick rings piercing each nipple and each nipple had been obscenely stretched to a length of two inches. The rings at the tips of each nipple had been fastened together with a single link so that the tips of her breasts had been pulled together to the point that they nearly touched. Her labia also bore several heavy rings. Weights had been attached to each ring dragging her pussy lips down several inches toward the floor. They swayed back and forth as she shuffled forward.
Her filthy bald head was bowed low as she moved. Strapped into her mouth was a thick plastic tube with an attached plastic funnel bent ninety degrees up towards her forehead. The piercings in her lips had been inserted into hooks around the tube, ensuring a good seal around it.
She finally reached her destination before her mistress's feet and she sat back on her heels, the weights on her pussy lips clinking softly as they made contact with the floor. She kept her eyes cast down, ashamed to have anyone see what she had become.
Teresa stared at the girl with a mix of contempt and amusement, watching her for a moment before hiking her skirt up over her hips and stepping forward.
Ryan watched, first with confusion, then with disgust as he saw Teresa position herself in front of the girl straddling the funnel in her mouth. He heard the unmistakable sound of liquid hitting plastic, then saw the girl's throat working as she swallowed the piss Teresa emptied into the tube.
"I apologize for such an intimate display, dear," Teresa called over her shoulder. "Wretch and I have become very familiar in our time together. She was looking to get a makeover before her date with you. Though I'm afraid this was not exactly what she had in mind."
A look of realization added to Ryan's disgusted expression as he noticed now who he was looking at. "Charlotte?!" he cried out.
"She's really embraced her new role as toilet slave," Teresa continued. "She's become the preferred receptacle for not only me, but also the other slaves in the dungeon as well. Isn't that right, Wretch?"
"Mmm-hmm," the miserable girl agreed.
"Why don't you turn around and show Ryan your butt plug, slave?" Teresa suggested.
Charlotte turned around and pressed her head to the floor, lifting her ass high in the air. Ryan's eyes nearly popped out of his head once he saw the width of the plug pressed into her ass.
"We've been working on stretching out that dirty, disgusting hole," Teresa explained. "My goal is to leave her with a permanent gape so that she'll be shitting herself involuntarily like the disgusting animal she is. Fortunately we keep her in her pit when she's not in use, so we don't have to worry about too much mess."
"You're completely insane," Ryan observed. "Can't you see what you're doing?"
"Oh I can see everything alright. I see more clearly than ever before. These women don't deserve you. They never did. They were merely getting in the way of the person you were truly meant to be with - me." Teresa turned to caress Ryan's face. "But now I have you all to myself, and no one will take you away from me. I've got big plans for you and me. We're going to-"
Thunk! A solid metal bar crashed into the side of Teresa's head. She crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Standing, triumphant, behind her was Darlene, still naked, but with a grim smile on her face. "I told you I've dealt with my share of crazy ex's," she said as she leaned over and loosened Ryan's bindings. "Let's call the police and get this all sorted out, then you're buying me breakfast."
"You got it," Ryan agreed, then after a pause he added, "clearly I don't want to get on your bad side."