The Asian Girl Next Door

Chapter 3

Over the last couple years I had been painstakingly searching the internet to find a play partner - someone who I could enjoy Sara’s suffering with. Eventually, I found “Brie” - a dominatrix who also had a strong desire to rape and torture innocent women.

We went back and forth on a dark web messageboard for months. I would tell her of my various torturous exploits with Sara, and she would send me videos of her fingering herself to them. I had told her that Sara was in fact an unwilling slave, and she seemed to be fine with that. But, I didn’t want to risk her calling the police or anything when she actually saw her, so I had to make sure she was 100% on board. I began sending videos depicting the torture. The torture was so inhuman and sadistic, and Sara’s reactions to it so pure and realistic, there is no way she could believe it was consensual. 

Eventually, I arranged for Brie to come to my estate for a play session with Sara. Leading up to the date, Brie would send me ideas on how we could torture the bitch. It was incredibly hot and I’m sure we would fuck many times after punishing the bitch. 

When Brie arrived in my dungeon, she looked like a kid in a candy shop. Her eyes were wide with awe. 

She was wearing full dominatrix gear - high heels and black stockings. Her pussy was exposed, though, as were her nice C-cup titties.

“Where is the bitch?” Brie asked loudly, as if calling out to the girl.  She began fingering herself as she spoke. “I have so many bad ideas in store for her”

“Sara, get your ass out here, NOW”

I yelled, and Sara crawled in on her hands and knees. She wore only a collar and held a leash in her mouth. When she arrived a Brie’s feet, she assumed a submissive position, hands at her side, still holding the leash in her mouth, eyes cast down.

Brie slowly bent down and lifted the slave’s head. She continued fingering her pussy as she spoke

“Do you know who I am, Paintoy?”

“Mistress Brie”

Brie slapped Sara so hard her head went flying. Sara quickly and obediently regained position. 

“No cunt, I’m your fucking living nightmare. I’m here to make your life even more hellish than it already is. I’m going to spend the day torturing you until you pray for death. Got it?”

“Yes Mistress Brie”

“Good, now lick my cunt, NOW”

Brie grabbed Sara’s face and buried it in her pussy. She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of having an unwilling girl whom she was about to torture eat her out. She came within minutes, releasing a torrent of pussy juice on the unfortunate slave’s face. I was beside myself with horniness but didn’t want to interrupt this special time for Brie so I kept my boner in my pants.

After Brie had her orgasm, we brought Sara to the Studio and strung her up by her hands. We bound her feet and lifted the rope so she was suspended in mid-air, stretched tight.

Brie and I debated on the merits of a bull whip vs a cane, and ultimately decided we were going to start with a good whipping.

Sara screamed beautifully for the next 20 minutes as we covered every inch of her with red welts. Brie walked over to me and grabbed my hard cock through my pants.

“I can feel your hardness. Let’s put some electrodes on this bitch and fuck to her screams”

After wiring Sara up, I dragged a mattress into the room and made love to Brie. As we fucked, Sara yelled and hollared as electricity ran through her innocent body.

I pulled out and came on Brie’s magnifiant white titties, which we had the screaming bitch obediently lick up.

The rest of the day was filled with pain, humiliation, and despair for Sara. Brie spent a solid hour with Sara on the couch just verbally berating her, telling her how worthless she was and how she’d never be happy ever again. Whenever Sara would cry Brie would lick the tears off her face and continue degrading the girl. It was incredibly hot and I came twice as I jerked off listening to the diatribe. 

After that, Brie and I took Sara outside to the pool. Brie sported a black bikini which showed off her tits nicely. We also outfitted Sara in a white bikini and white slave collar. 

We had some fun in the sun dunking Sara’s head underwater for increasing intervals of time, passing her around and dunking like the torture doll she was. Brie then had the poor girl eat her out as we laid on pool chairs and drank cocktails. When Sara would slow down, Brie would lash the bitch across the back as hard as she could, causing her to scream into her muff. It was wonderful, and Brie and I fucked doggy style shortly after, while Sara licked out both our assholes.

By the time the day ended, Brie and I were both exhausted. Sara was too, but of course her feelings didn’t matter. As I locked her in her small metal dog cage Brie and I reflected on The day 

“I can’t believe what we just did,” Brie said with a wild look of excitement “she really is a slave we can do whatever we want to”

I smiled, remembering when I had that first feeling. The knowledge that you have complete power over another human being. It was intoxicating and addicting. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to torture Sara out of pure excitement.

Brie and I spent the rest of the evening upstairs in my dining room, drinking wine and talking about our plans for Sara’s future…how we could make her suffer in new and novel ways. It was exciting to have a dance partner in this journey. By the time the night ended we had gotten horny thinking about these new tortures, so we dragged Sara back out of her cage, handcuffed her, and drunkenly chased her around the dungeon with whips. After we had our fun hurting Sara we hogtied the bitch and had sex next to her bruised and crying body. 

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, as the sounds of Sara’s sobbing lulled us to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of piercing scream. I looked over groggily and saw that Brie had already gotten started on poor little Sara. The bitch was tied spread Eagle to a cross having her pussy whipped.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“6 AM! Sorry I couldn’t help myself. Want to join?”

I respectfully declined. I had a limit when it came to torturing Sara. I needed a break every now and then. I could see why Brie was giddy though. When I first took her I would wake up and go to sleep thinking about hurting her. Eventually the excitement wears down.

I left Brie and Sara alone for most of the day, occasionally walking down to provide Brie with some water and food. 

When I came down during lunch time Brie had Sara in a set of stocks and was forcing a dildo into her mouth. Sara was sputtering and wrenching as her face turned bright red. Walking around, I noticed Brie had also brutalized the poor girl’s asshole, as an extra large black dildo stuck out obscenely from her cheeks. I spanked her upturned rumpus and went back upstairs, delighting in how much fun Brie was having with my slave.

When I came down around 7 PM, Brie had Sara stretched on a rack, lying horizontal, as she caned her tits.

“May I?”

I asked, and Brie politely handed me the cane. I walked over to Sara’s bound feet and gave her some hard strokes to the soles. I then went back to face her. I took out her rubber doggy bone gag and looked into her terrified, tearful eyes. 

“How has Mistress Brie been treating you, slavecunt?”

“She…she…has been giving me the punishment I deserve, Master”

“Good girl” I petted her sweaty forehead and gave her a kiss. “I want you to scream real loud for her, okay? Brie really likes to see you suffer, it would be rude to hold back.”

“Yes master”

I laid a few strokes across her already-beaten titties, causing an appropriate amount of screaming and hollering. I then handed Brie the cane and stood back and watched as the cruel woman finished the punishment.

This time, Brie sat down on Sara’s face and began caning her pussy lips. Every 45 seconds or so Sara would begin to thrash around for air, and Brie would reluctantly step off for a second before immediately sitting back down. As Brie caned the poor girl with one hand, she fingered her clit with the other and screamed at her to lick her asshole clean. I stood mesmerized, dick in hand, jerking off to the sadistic display. I eventually came, releasing my sperm all over Sara’s pretty bound feet as they thrashed around during the caning. Brie came too, letting the cane fly as she squirted her feminine juices into the dejected paintoy’s screaming mouth.

When it was time to say goodbye to Brie, we put Sara in her kennel. Brie walked over and knelt down so she was on Sara’s level. 

“I need you to be a good slave while I’m gone, Paintoy. I’ll be back soon to beat you soon enough. Until then, I’ll be masterbating to the thought of how much pain I’ve caused you.”

Sara cried softly and Brie kissed her on the forehead through the cage door. 

As we walked out of the dungeon, I thought about how much fun we had. Brie was probably ready to go again but my slave needed a break. She can only take so much abuse, so for the next week I’d reduce her daily beating to only 10 minutes instead of the usual hour. Sometimes im too generous!