The Asian Girl Next Door

It was about 8:30 AM when I got a call from Brie. She was crying.

“He broke off the engagement”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, what happened?”

Brie replied sobbing, “I don’t know! He just said we weren’t compatible!”

I replied sympathetically, “I’m so sorry to hear that Brie. Why don’t you come over? You can let off some anger on our little punching bag in the basement?”
Brie let out a sad whimper and meekly said, “Ok, I’ll be over”

Later that night, Brie arrived. She was dressed in her full dominatrix outfit, black latex and boots. A vicious bullwhip was in her right hand. I had plenty of bullwhips of my own but Brie liked to, on occasion, bring her own special whip. It was significantly more vicious than any of mine and could occasionally draw blood if she wasn’t careful. Brie called it “Sally.”

I gave Brie a reassuring hug. I felt her cry into my shoulder. In that moment, Brie wasn’t just a sadistic dominatrix who liked to abuse innocent kidnapped slavegirls. She was just a hurt little girl who had just gotten her heart broken. I truly felt for her.

When the crying had stopped, Brie pulled back and looked at me intently. “Where is our toy?”

I took her gently by the hand and led her down the hall to the basement entrance. I opened the door, reaching the first façade basement layer which contained a wine cellar. This was the faux basement that led to the real one. I pulled on a fake bottle of wine in one of the racks and a secret door opened. This door led to the Control Room, with 6 different monitors, a security system, and a tool closet. This was the “IT room” of the dungeon, where I would ensure the video cameras, ventilation, and other electrical equipment was all in order. A trap door on the floor of the Control Room led down to the dungeon that contained the hapless little cunt.

Before walking down to the dungeon, I checked the security system. I could see my slave sleeping quietly in her 3 foot x 3 foot cage.

I looked at Brie and noticed she had that intense look in her eyes. The look she always has when she’s about to do some serious damage to my toy – either sexually or physically.

She turned to me and spoke: “Let’s fuck this cunt up. I have a plan but we need to surprise her.” She smiled wickedly, removing her loud high heels. “Be very quiet and follow my lead”

With that, I pressed a button, unlocking and opening the trap door. I didn’t turn on the main light, as to not wake Sara. Brie and I walked quietly over to the sleeping cunt’s cage. She gave me a look and grabbed one side. I grabbed the other and we both slowly lifted the caged little slave up off the ground. She still hadn’t awoke.

Brie guided me to the Water Room – an area of the dungeon which contained a few water-based torture devices. One of which was a large bathtub with a rope and collar attached. When the rope was given slack, a weighting system ensured the silly Chinese cunt would be submerged underneath by her neck. Pulling on the rope and adjusting the weights would allow her to come up for air. We wouldn’t be needing that device for this next move, however.

Brie gave me a look and I knew what we were about to do. We raised Sara’s cage over the bathtub and nodded at each other. Brie mouthed “1….2…..” and on 3, we both let go. The caged girl fell directly into the plexiglass tub beneath her.

Brie and I quickly walked to the front of the see-through bath tub to see how the little cunt liked her wake up call. Brie shined a flashlight and we could see the unfortunate girl screaming and pulling on the bars.

With one hand on her pussy, fingering her clit, Brie crouched down and smiled at the panicking slave. She gave her a little wave and blew her a kiss. Sara continued pulling at the bars and shaking her head back and forth desperately.

It had been about 30 seconds by then, and I didn’t want to drown my poor slave, so I decided to pull her out. I attached the metal collar to one of the bars of the cage, locked it, and adjusted the weight setting on the pulley. I then began pulling on the rope, and the cage lifted out of the water with Sara inside. As soon as her head got above the water line the little cunt began coughing up water and gasping for air. I then locked the pulley, ensuring Sara would stay floating above the tub in her little cage.

As I went to turn on the lights to the basement, I saw Brie leave the room and head to the toy closet. She came soon after holding two cattle prods. She handed me one and gave me a wink.

For the next hour the two of us would alternate between shocking the kidnapped Asian girl’s ass, legs, and pussy and dunking her underwater. I loved to see Brie smile, and I’m glad this was taking her mind off the breakup. I knew that moments like this was when she was the happiest.

At one point, Brie stepped into the bathtub and pressed her moist pussy up against the cage bars. Without hesitation, Sara began eagerly licking the evil woman’s juicy cunt with the craft and expertise that years of torture and discipline had taught her. All the while, I continued delivering shock after shock with the prod to the wailing slave’s wiggling, wet behind. As Sara screamed into Brie’s soaking womanhood, I saw the sadistic dominatrix close her eyes and rub her clit. She foisted her head up and yelled into the ceiling as she had herself a intense orgasm. Her shaky legs collapsed and she plopped into the bath, breathing heavily.

After drying herself off, Brie turned to me and smiled. “Now it’s time to get you off” she said as she began stroking my cock.

Brie and I hadn’t done anything sexual together for years, ever since she had met her ex-fiancé. I was delirious with lust.

Before heading upstairs to fuck, I lowered the cage so just the last little sliver was sitting above the water line. Sara had to angle her face upwards to ensure she got enough air. I went to the basement freezer and dragged over 4 large bags of ice. Following my sadistic lead, Brie went and picked up a few bags as well. We dumped them in the bath, ensuring Sara would have a most uncomfortable time while Brie and I went upstairs to fuck to the memory of this brutal torture session.

We had barely made it to my room when I couldn’t help myself. I pushed Brie against the wall, and arched her back down, so her body made an “L” against the wall. Her delectable plump, white ass stuck out in front of me. I gave it a good smack before slowly easing my cock in. I grabbed her ponytail and delivered stroke after stroke as Brie moaned.

As I fucked, we talked about what a wonderful torture session we had just inflicted.

“God did you see her fucking face when she woke up?” Brie said with a wicked smile. “I almost fucking came right there.”

I felt my already rock hard cock suddenly reach a new level of erect. “Yeah, I should wake her up like this every morning. The little cunt deserves it anyway”

Brie laughed “I love that….she deserves it” she began pushing back on me harder. “She deserves all of this for being stupid enough to get kidnapped, the dumb bitch”

The vision of Brie’s perfect ass bouncing on my cock, mixed with the exquisite knowledge that I had a kidnapped slave who I fully controlled suffering right now beneath our feet, sent me over the edge. I took my cock out of her and sprayed my semen all over her ass and back. Brie reached behind her, wiped the cum off her ass, and licked it off her hand while staring me dead in the eyes.

I ran a warm bath with bubbles, and Brie and I got in together and washed each other’s soapy bodies clean. I enjoyed the warmth of the bath and smiled at the fact that down below, Sara was experiencing the exact opposite sensation.

As we bathed, Brie and I playfully blew bubbles at each other and laughed about Sara’s unfortunate station in life.

“Seriously, what do you think she’s thinking about right now?” Brie said with an inquisitive smile, before childishly blowing a bubble into the air.

“Who knows, I don’t really think about her as a person with feelings, you know? She’s more like a fleshy sex toy that screams when I hit it and sucks and fucks me whenever I want.”

Brie and I had a good laugh at that.

“I actually disagree.” Brie said, as she reached her pedicured foot out of the water and began to rub it on my chest, causing my cock to stir back to life. “I think about how she feels all the time, that’s what turns me on the most. I love to imagine her desperation and fear.” Brie plunged a hand under the water and began rubbing herself as she spoke. “that constant feeling that she somehow did something to deserve this. Her internal rationalizations for why she lives this miserable existence. That’s what gets me off.”

I loved how deeply intelligent Brie was. Not just book smart like the young straight-A student Sara was before I took her. She could actually think about things at a high level. I appreciated her intellect.

“I envy you. I sometimes wish I could put myself in Sara’s shoes so I could understand her exquisite suffering on a deeper level. I guess I just have a mental barrier preventing me from doing it. It’s weird, I can feel sympathy for normal people. But with Sara, I don’t know. I guess maybe I just love hurting her too much – my brain won’t let me go there. She’ll always be a ‘thing’ in my eyes.”

Brie gave me a wicked smile and reached forward to give me a deep kiss. I returned the favor and began fondling her wonderful, large breasts. I scooched up the bathtub so my cock was sticking out the water and I was sitting on the ledge. Without needing to be guided, Brie enveloped her soapy white titties around my painfully-erect cock and began bouncing up and down.

I love a good tit fuck, mainly because Sara’s pathetic tits are too small to do the job – a fact I punish her for at least once a month with a vicious tit flogging. Who knows, maybe if I beat her tits enough they’ll swell up in size.

Brie bounced faster and faster as my orgasm approached. She stuck out her lovely tongue and guided my erupting semen into her open mouth, keeping the speed of the tittyfuck consistent as I came.

After our bathtub fun, Brie and I dried off and went to the bed. We took a quick nap, and I woke up to the sound of Brie crying. She told me more about the breakup and how sudden it was. I simply sat there and listened as she spilled her heart out to me. It felt good to hold her in my arms as she spoke. I’m sure Sara would love to have someone to comfort her when she was sad. But unfortunately for Sara, when she cries it just makes me want to sexually violate her in unspeakable ways.

After Brie was done talking, I told her she could stay here as long as she wanted. I then tucked her into bed and gave her a kiss. I let her drift off to sleep as I went down to the basement to get Sara out of the cold water and give her a quick tit whipping before locking her away for the night. Brie’s wonderful titty fuck reminded me she has still failed to grow her tits in any discernable way despite being my slave for all these years, which she would of course need to suffer for.

After a thorough tit whipping, the still-shivering Sara decided to complain about being cold and begged for me to dry her off and give her a blanket in her cage. I decided she was right, and warmed her up by dripping burning candle wax all over her tits, pussy, and feet, before slapping her goodnight, turning the AC down to the lowest setting, and stuffing her in her tiny cage with icecubes filling all 3 of her holes.

After torturing and locking away my toy, I went back upstairs and laid in bed next to the peaceful, sleeping Brie. I tucked her hair gently behind her ear and snuggled up close. As she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in, I felt a strong emotional bond with the woman who had helped me inflict psychological and physical torment on my slave all these years. An emotional bond Sara Ling would never again experience, as she remained our trapped and obedient paindoll for the rest of her pathetic life.