A sort of mirror site to my tumblr one, here you will find lots of homemade drawings and stories. Most custom written for some deviant little thing. Please share and if you have a fantasy you want written up, well drop me a line. JB
Having this adorable captive teen fall into her damp lap, was well worth the interruption to Helen's afternoon 'Reading Time.'
Helen Hardstone sat reading her book and sipping a glass of expensive French red wine. It was three in the afternoon, her relaxing time. She was engrossed in her book in her sunny, private top floor reading room. She was also enjoying the rapid and delicious tongue lapping her quivering pussy was receiving from the young restrained woman kneeling between her spread legs.
For that last hour and a half Helen had been reading Lady Chatterly’s Lover. The English classic that she read time and again, for a good chuckle at how prudish people could be. She petted the hair of the pretty thing kneeling before her.
Helen smiled, as the girl’s savagely attached nipple bell rang softly with each long lap that her slave girl tongue took of the older woman’s soaked sex. The enslaved girl’s pale white arms were strapped tightly into a dark leather armbinder and currently connected to her small ankles with a very short chain attachment, forcing her knees wide apart as she leaned forward and diligently mouthed her mistress’ cunt.
“How does my pussy taste today dear slave eight one six?” she asked the girl. “You can come up for air love, I won’t punish you for answering… I promise.”
The girl, whose name had formerly been Sadie, before being dragged unwillingly into this sordid life, pulled her mouth away from Helen’s thick wet folds. She licked her wet discharge covered lips, pondering that her Mistress had called her by her slave number, and not useless cunt, or stupid slut, like she usually did to her captive slaves. ‘She must be in a good mood’, thought Sadie.
“Your pussy tastes divine as always Mistress. Thank you for letting me be free to lick it, to suck it…to pleasure you ma’am.” She said this with the most serious thankful tone. An eager look on her face as she peered back down at Helen’s shining wet cunt.
“Can I continue Mistress? I will suck on your impressive clit for as long as you like. All day and all night if Mistress wishes?” she asked eagerly.
Helen smiled down on her, “You just don’t want to be put back in that tiny little cage, do you? It’s so much nicer to be out eating away on your mistress’ tasty cunt, then stuck balled up in a tiny tight cage for days on end, is it not slave?”
Sadie vigorously nodded her head up and down in emphatic submissive approval. The tiny cage, where they kept her most of the time, was literally a back breaking hell. Her arms always uncomfortably bound in the leather contraption behind her, her collar chained to her ankles in front of her with maybe twelve inches of chain, if she was lucky.
Viktor, her mistress’ sadistic right hand man, always present it seemed, to prod or roughly fondle her most intimate parts whenever he saw fit. Which was very often it, as each long suffering day rolled into the next.
He had even, with Mistress Hardstone’s laughing approval, taken to fucking her ass through the small barred cage bottom. Suspending her miniscule, three foot square, prison from the basement dungeon’s ceiling. Her ass angled perfectly for him to sink his long cock up into, as she shuddered and shook in complete useless screaming agony.
Her gagged screams, as Viktor punctured her ass with his cock, making all the other captive girls, suffering in Helen’s dungeon, cringe and quietly sob away. All of them glad they weren’t currently her, hanging there and being anally pillaged by the large brute of a man. Of course as the weeks and months passed, all of them would have their turn, Viktor would make sure of that.
But for now, Sadie was content, happy almost you could say, if you measured this bit of cunt licking freedom against the normal restrictive and suffering life she was forced to live.
Her tongue was now greedily licking its way hard through Helen’s slick warm ridges of labia. Her lips moving to surround Helen’s clit and suck at it with diligent slave girl attention. Helen moaned appreciatively and spread her legs wider, book in one hand and glass of wine in the other.
She looked down at the bobbing head of her obedient slave girl and with panting breath and a tap on the girl’s head with her book, ordered her to “Get deep in there slave. Burrow your sweet young tongue deep into your Mistress’ cunt. I want to feel your tongue waggling inside me, or I will fucking pin it to your cage bars for a week.” She finished with a stern aroused groan.
The girl between her legs shifted, grunted and then moaned as she determinedly tried to stick her tongue deep into Helen’s drenched opening. Pushing her tongue deep into the, sighing pleasantly, woman’s warm soaked channel and trying successfully it seemed, to please her Mistress and avoid any punishment.
Helen was about to go into the throes of another delicious afternoon slave tongue induced orgasm, when the door chime to her private reading room rang.
“Oh good lord..What the fuck now?” groaned Helen.
Sadie pulled her mouth away from Helen’s juicy dripping sex, expecting the stern woman to want her out of the way. Instead she saw a frown and a quick wave of anger appear on Helen’s face.
Even as Helen started to say, “Get your greedy little mouth back on my pussy you stupid cunt.” Sadie lunged her face forward in fear and had her mouth sealed back around her commanding Mistress’ pussy. Her tongue once again plunging into the woman’s moist dripping entrance as she prayed for nothing to come of her brief lapse in obedient complete submission.
Helen grunted, and then put one of her long nailed hands into the Sadie’s hair, gripping it tight to hold the girl’s face buried solidly against her throbbing drenched pussy, as she announced, “Come in…This better be good though!”
Viktor entered the room, a raised eyebrow and a mile wide grin appearing, to break up his usual stone faced appearance. “Ma’am… we have an issue down in receiving. Something that needs your immediate attention.”
Helen pushed back Sadie’s head from her crotch, and delivered a hard slap across the girl’ face. Sadie’s chin was dripping with moisture from Helen’s well aroused cunt, and some small drops splattered against the wall and floor. Helen didn’t even notice as she cursed having to have the girl’s tongue pulled out of her ready to orgasm cunt.
The tall sadistic woman, sighed and rose up from the plush chaise lounge and closed the wrap of her skirt. She grabbed Sadie’s ponytail and guided her to the side. The girl shuffling awkwardly around on her red aching knees to get out of Helen’s way.
“So an issue in receiving? I didn’t think we had any new acquisitions on the books for a few more weeks.” asked a puzzled Helen.
“Well Miss Hardstone, it was a bit unexpected. Come see.”
“Very well,” huffed out Helen, as she smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her cleavage. Helen knelt and quickly unattached Sadie’s short ankle to armbinder chain. She reached up and then reattached the hands of the armbinder to a rope hanging permanently from her reading room ceiling.
Sadie’s arms were now raised uncomfortably high in the air behind her naked back. A position the young woman was now very familiar with. Helen looked down on Sadie cowering at her feet and pointed with one of her long red nails at the floor.
“Stay” she commanded, chuckling to herself, knowing full well that the slave girl had no choice. Her high heels clicking across the hardwood floor, as she headed for Viktor and the door.
Sadie nodded her head and kept it bowed in silent compliance. Her shoulders even though pulled back and strapped in leather, because of the armbinder, relaxed. Probably the most they had in months as Viktor and Helen left the room.
She sighed a deep breath and knelt there on her sore knees, soaking in the rare sunlight. No jaw breaking gag, no leather belts biting into her legs, no chains or tiny cramped cage, she closed her eyes to enjoy her first true moments of rest and lack of continual aggravating discomfort, since being ‘acquired’ and forced into a life of complete sexual servitude to this sadistic woman and her sick friends.
Helen looked in through the almost shut door and saw the peaceful, almost relaxed look on Sadie’s face. She quietly closed the door to her reading room and smirked, ”Remind me later Viktor, to have us hurt that little cunt all night. Think up something nasty for her Viktor, she’s looking a little too comfortable all of a sudden.”
“It would be my pleasure my ma’am. I know she hates deep anal, so I would love to impale her creatively for a day or two.” He nodded back.
Helen grinned, “Sounds delightful Viktor..Now what is this pressing issue?”
Viktor led her to the heavy steel door that accessed the receiving room and loading bay facing the isolated back alley entrance. With a nod to his boss, he opened the door for Helen and she strode into the receiving room. A room that in reality looked like it belonged in a horror movie, given the belts, chains, ropes, hanging hooks and deviant sexual training tools lying about.
Darius, Viktor’s new assistant was busy closing the loading bay doors. Helen caught sight of a dark beat up blue van in the alley and then saw the most scruffy, dirty individual she had seen in years standing to the side of the room, almost in the corner. He wore just a filthy pair of denim overalls, covered in whiteish crusty stains around the crotch, and he held an old ball cap folded up in his nervous hands as he shifted from foot to foot.
But then most of Helen’s attention zeroed in on the commotion in front of her. The biggest beautiful pair of panicked blue eyes she had seen in a long while stared back up at her. A fury of indecipherable grunts and screams trying to escape around a scraped up and teeth marked old ball gag. The chain attached to her thick rudimentary steel collar, clattering away as she tried to thrash about her bound up arms and hands.
“AHWWGH.. AAWH …WH…HHAA ..AHHG …AHHG AA.” The girl bound up cruelly at Helen’s feet, kept screaming. A definite look of hope appearing on the girl’s gagged and tear covered face, as Helen bent down to cup the girl’s drool covered chin.
Helen could also make out a growing look of relief in the teenager’s eyes, a most erroneous thought if there ever was one, thought Helen wickedly to herself, as she wrapped her hand under the girl’s trembling chin and smiled at her in her most fake motherly smile.
“So what do we have here Viktor? What is this poor young creature doing hogtied so sadistically to this….wooden bench?” Helen asked, leaning over to look at the rough splintery wooden slab bench the girl was tied to and balanced on. Her arms were tied back harshly, elbows touching, while her wrists and feet were tied tightly together.
A secure method, with a hot and sexy look to Helen, that she utterly approved of. The chain from the girl’s collar, also tied to her ankles and elbows, was now attached to a hook and chain lift in the receiving room’s ceiling.
Helen let her fingers trail down the girl’s long neck, over her steel entrapped throat and down over the girl’s stained t-shirt. Helen softly caressed, the now whimpering girl’s protruding pert and clamped tits.
The last look of hope in the teenager’s eyes fading fast as Helen toyed with the clamped nipples and murmured, “My, my… aren’t these young tits very nice to touch, and these nipples… Fuck.. I can’t wait to get my teeth around them.”
The girl’s t-shirt was cut open around each of her firm breasts. So firm, that even two heavy locks swaying from the connecting chain, stretched between the two perfect orbs of young flesh, barely made her pert chest sag. Helen groaned and shook her head in delight, as she cupped both clamped tits.
That’s when she noticed the logo of some youth bible camp, printed on the shredded t-shirt. The words making Helen smile and her inner thighs beginning to rapidly moisten again, as she thought lustfully about corrupting the virtues and breaking the spirit of another young Christian cunt.
“Oh I will make you scream for Jesus little one, don’t you worry.” Helen smirked, as she tapped the confused and whimpering girl on her wrinkled forehead.
Viktor, standing behind her, started to explain, “Well ma’am do you remember Archie from a few years ago? He brought us some very nice southern cunt. A couple good Christian girls, who you had fun torturing their belief in god out of them…And one nice thin brown girl, who you kept under your bed for a year I believe, before selling it to a client in Philadelphia.”
Helen nodded and smiled, looking straight into the horrified eyes of the girl painfully hogtied in front of her. “Oh yes, I remember. Archie from Memphis. You’ve brought me many a good little cunt ready to be whipped and fucked into proper slave shape.”
There was an utter look of shock and horror now spreading across the captive girl’s face and then a squeal, as Helen pulled down on the girl’s already weighted down nipple clamp chain, and pushed herself up to stand.
Helen stood and looked on at this filthy haggard man and wondered how he did not look anything like the stocky, tanned southern gentleman she remembered buying from before. Then she glimpsed the needle tracks on his bare arms and knew.
“Yes ma’am..yes I brought you many a good piece of pussy. Young and healthy …just like I know you like.” He stammered out, “And well I was drivin thru Kentucky and I’s came across this pretty young thing walkin down a road. And well that ass in those shorts just sang to me. Screamed to me actually …take me..take me.” He said, mimicking a high squeaky voice.
“And ma’am, I knew that with this mighty fine piece of teen ass, I could settle up some debts and get some…well you know…Some supply.” He stuttered out.
“You mean drugs, right Archie?” Helen asked, not hiding her dislike of this man now.
“Yes ma’am…I ‘I drove straight up here, all the way here to New York from Kentucky, once I snatched her pretty ass. Well we did stop here and there for a bit you know…Man has needs…and well I owed some peoples too…and well she has a great fuckin mouth…no gag reflex I discovered ma’am. It took care of them debts rather nicely.” He smiled proudly at Helen.
Viktor nodded and then added, “It’s true ma’am. I tested her deep throat capabilities before you arrived. The dildo measured ten inches before she began to succumb to a breath shortage. Barely a gagging or violent choking attack at all.”
Helen looked down on the girl who was now visibly shaking and sobbing. Helen grinned at the thought of such a pretty innocent teen, sucking away hopefully on such a disgusting man’s cock. Trying to please her stench ridden abductor and his probably equally appalling friends, all in the faint hope he would let her go.
Helen bent down and grasped the sobbing girl’s left clamped tit. She wrenched it up so the suffering and terrified girl’s face looked back up at her smiling one. “So that didn’t work out for you, did it? Sucking his putrid filthy cock. Swallowing his disgusting cum as if your little life depended on it? Hoping he would let you out of this, what must be an utterly horrible painful,….predicament that he has you nicely roped up in!”
The girl, not to Helen’s surprise teared up immensely and then nodded. A look of utter despair crossing her wet face as she remembered the hideous oral rapes she had been forced to endure. Helen stood back up and then walked the few paces over to the far wall. She held in the up button on the chain assembly control herself. The whirring pulley system coming to life overhead, but soon drowned out by the girl’s gagged howls of anguish.
The trapped girl’s body arched up from the bench in a most horrific and contorted looking manner. The girl’s guttural screams being choked off, as the metal collar cut into her throat, and her bound arms and ankles lifted upwards grotesquely. A show of flexibility that had all three sober onlookers present, pondering ways to make twisted use of those impossible angles.
Helen approached the teenager again and ran her hands along the girl’s quivering bare legs, savouring the feeling of the girl’s ultra smooth flesh under her long fingers. She leisurely traced a route with her nails up to the girl’s adorable bum line, peeking out from under her very short denim shorts. Helen then asked, “So Archie how much do you want, for this lovely southern teenage pussy?”
The jittery man stuttered and then spit out, “seventy five…….seventy five hundred ma’am. I could get by with that ma’am. She’s a pretty sweet piece of teenage cunt for that…I think.”
Helen fought back a laugh and kept a straight face. She could see both Viktor and Darius holding back a laugh too. Obviously this man’s drug habit had rotted his mind and his ability to value anything, she pondered. For she would have paid seventy five thousand for this innocent luscious teen girl.
Helen slipped a finger in under the stretch denim of the girl’s short shorts and easily pushed her red polished finger nail into the slit of the girl’s hidden sex. The girl’s whole rope bound and arched up body, flinched and then shook the little it could, as Helen pushed her finger deeper into the tight entrance.
She wiggled her finger deep inside the warm soft walls of the girl’s probable virgin cunt. She watched with delight as the girl’s pert bum clench and shuddered. “You drive a hard bargain Archie,” Helen said, as she kept flexing her finger around inside the girl’s slightly moist sex.
Helen pulled her finger out and then strode around to face the sobbing shattered girl. Looking down on her, Helen raised the slightly moistened finger to her own tongue, licked it with long stokes and then said, “We’ll definitely take the darling young cunt. She deserves a good home, a place to properly display her attributes and make others happy in doing so.”
In a commanding tone Helen then began ordering, “Darius go get some petty cash and pay Archie. Viktor, let’s make her our monthly display for the private members rope room. We’ll replace the chandelier with her beautiful young body. Get creative in suspending her, as I would like to be able to have her lowered and raised for greeting members. And of course, have all her young pretty holes available for use.”
Viktor nodded and began to assemble pulleys and lengths of rope on a nearby work bench. Darius rushed off to get the cash and Helen waited with Archie. Keeping her distance from the smelly filthy man, who was still jumpy. All while the captive girl whimpered to herself, still excruciatingly and awkwardly bound in the middle of the receiving bay.
“So where to next Archie?” Helen asked. She was not big into small talk with drug addicts, but she wanted to learn where this unstable character was off to next. She needed to plan.
“Ummm just gonna park over in Newark tonight, then head south tomorrow.” He answered, rubbing his needle pocked arms furiously. He needed a hit badly Helen could tell.
Helen was about to answer something when Darius returned. He had a concerned look on his face and was holding the cash and his ipad. He gave the cash to a smiling Archie and the ipad to Helen.
Helen looked at it and frowned. She watched Archie literally run out the door to his van as she took in the news feed page on the ipad. It was a webpage for a Louisville Kentucky TV station. And its flashing large headline was, ‘Local Minister’s Teenage Daughter Still Missing’ then another headline blasted out, ‘Police Looking For Blue Van In Disappearance of Kylie Smith.’
A picture of Archie’s van from a gas station security camera appeared as a pop up on the page. “Shit” muttered a disturbed Helen. She sighed and looked at Darius. “You know what has to be done?” she asked.
Darius grinned and petted the hair of the sniffling whimpering girl shivering below him, then he spoke, “Ma’am I started planning it the minute he showed up. We’ll follow him into Newark and make it look like he overdosed. We’ll will take the van south into Maryland or Virginia and leave it and him there.”
“Of course, with her ID and her cum covered and blood spattered clothing left there too. No link to us at all Ma’am. The authorities will just think he raped her and buried the body somewhere. Case closed.” He added, nodding at the sobbing girl, now staring back up at him with a look of shear utter horror, tears continually streaming from her panicked eyes.
“Darius remind me to give you a raise and any young cunt you desire. Choose one, once you’re back from your little diversion exercise. Take one home and keep her for your very own little fuck toy. You’ve earned it!” Helen said with an approving and impressed smile.
Darius nodded back in satisfied acknowledgment, that his boss thought so much of him. “Thank you ma’am, it’s greatly appreciated.”
Darius and Viktor went about readying, equipment and tools behind Helen, as she turned her domineering attention to the teenager. She was breathing unevenly from the restrictive metal collar digging into her soft long neck. She was sobbing away and still almost suspended in intense back breaking bondage. Her poor arms, to Helen, looked like they should have popped from their sockets minutes ago.
“So sweet young Kylie, you ready to start your new life as a beautiful piece of decorative cunt in my wonderful home? To be tightly bound and suspended in perpetuity, as a fuck toy and an enjoyable decoration for the elite members of our club?”
A series of unholy screams escaped the girl’s gag as she wildly, yet uselessly flailed about. Helen only laughed harder and sauntered over to the thick steel exit door.
“Get her ready Viktor…And please cut her filthy clothes off as soon as possible. And both you and Darius should give her a good hard deep cock plunging greeting, after you hose her off. Then we’ll talk about where to brand her flesh with her new identity, once you get back. Might as well get her used to her new life as soon as possible.” Helen smiled.
And with an air blown kiss and a wink, aimed at the horrified and hysterical face of her newest and luckiest acquisition, she walked away. Back to her reading room, to pick up were she had left off with her book and glass of favourite wine and some delectable young slave tongue.
And maybe a little torturous anal play with her favourite cunt licking slave, Helen gleefully pondered. Helen realized she hadn’t broken out the long butt plug sitting back on her reading room bookshelf in ages. And it would be just the thing to swipe that undeserved look of contentment of 816’s face.
The thought of making 816 sit there and force the huge plug into her own sweet young ass, while Helen threatened her with horrible punishments, made the woman chuckle and stride determined and horny down the hall. Enjoying life as a wealthy powerful hedonistic woman should….surrounded by young beautiful girls all strictly kept in servitude to her demanding ways.
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Having this adorable captive teen fall into her damp lap, was well worth the interruption to Helen's afternoon 'Reading Time.'
Helen Hardstone sat reading her book and sipping a glass of expensive French red wine. It was three in the afternoon, her relaxing time. She was engrossed in her book in her sunny, private top floor reading room. She was also enjoying the rapid and delicious tongue lapping her quivering pussy was receiving from the young restrained woman kneeling between her spread legs.
For that last hour and a half Helen had been reading Lady Chatterly’s Lover. The English classic that she read time and again, for a good chuckle at how prudish people could be. She petted the hair of the pretty thing kneeling before her.
Helen smiled, as the girl’s savagely attached nipple bell rang softly with each long lap that her slave girl tongue took of the older woman’s soaked sex. The enslaved girl’s pale white arms were strapped tightly into a dark leather armbinder and currently connected to her small ankles with a very short chain attachment, forcing her knees wide apart as she leaned forward and diligently mouthed her mistress’ cunt.
“How does my pussy taste today dear slave eight one six?” she asked the girl. “You can come up for air love, I won’t punish you for answering… I promise.”
The girl, whose name had formerly been Sadie, before being dragged unwillingly into this sordid life, pulled her mouth away from Helen’s thick wet folds. She licked her wet discharge covered lips, pondering that her Mistress had called her by her slave number, and not useless cunt, or stupid slut, like she usually did to her captive slaves. ‘She must be in a good mood’, thought Sadie.
“Your pussy tastes divine as always Mistress. Thank you for letting me be free to lick it, to suck it…to pleasure you ma’am.” She said this with the most serious thankful tone. An eager look on her face as she peered back down at Helen’s shining wet cunt.
“Can I continue Mistress? I will suck on your impressive clit for as long as you like. All day and all night if Mistress wishes?” she asked eagerly.
Helen smiled down on her, “You just don’t want to be put back in that tiny little cage, do you? It’s so much nicer to be out eating away on your mistress’ tasty cunt, then stuck balled up in a tiny tight cage for days on end, is it not slave?”
Sadie vigorously nodded her head up and down in emphatic submissive approval. The tiny cage, where they kept her most of the time, was literally a back breaking hell. Her arms always uncomfortably bound in the leather contraption behind her, her collar chained to her ankles in front of her with maybe twelve inches of chain, if she was lucky.
Viktor, her mistress’ sadistic right hand man, always present it seemed, to prod or roughly fondle her most intimate parts whenever he saw fit. Which was very often it, as each long suffering day rolled into the next.
He had even, with Mistress Hardstone’s laughing approval, taken to fucking her ass through the small barred cage bottom. Suspending her miniscule, three foot square, prison from the basement dungeon’s ceiling. Her ass angled perfectly for him to sink his long cock up into, as she shuddered and shook in complete useless screaming agony.
Her gagged screams, as Viktor punctured her ass with his cock, making all the other captive girls, suffering in Helen’s dungeon, cringe and quietly sob away. All of them glad they weren’t currently her, hanging there and being anally pillaged by the large brute of a man. Of course as the weeks and months passed, all of them would have their turn, Viktor would make sure of that.
But for now, Sadie was content, happy almost you could say, if you measured this bit of cunt licking freedom against the normal restrictive and suffering life she was forced to live.
Her tongue was now greedily licking its way hard through Helen’s slick warm ridges of labia. Her lips moving to surround Helen’s clit and suck at it with diligent slave girl attention. Helen moaned appreciatively and spread her legs wider, book in one hand and glass of wine in the other.
She looked down at the bobbing head of her obedient slave girl and with panting breath and a tap on the girl’s head with her book, ordered her to “Get deep in there slave. Burrow your sweet young tongue deep into your Mistress’ cunt. I want to feel your tongue waggling inside me, or I will fucking pin it to your cage bars for a week.” She finished with a stern aroused groan.
The girl between her legs shifted, grunted and then moaned as she determinedly tried to stick her tongue deep into Helen’s drenched opening. Pushing her tongue deep into the, sighing pleasantly, woman’s warm soaked channel and trying successfully it seemed, to please her Mistress and avoid any punishment.
Helen was about to go into the throes of another delicious afternoon slave tongue induced orgasm, when the door chime to her private reading room rang.
“Oh good lord..What the fuck now?” groaned Helen.
Sadie pulled her mouth away from Helen’s juicy dripping sex, expecting the stern woman to want her out of the way. Instead she saw a frown and a quick wave of anger appear on Helen’s face.
Even as Helen started to say, “Get your greedy little mouth back on my pussy you stupid cunt.” Sadie lunged her face forward in fear and had her mouth sealed back around her commanding Mistress’ pussy. Her tongue once again plunging into the woman’s moist dripping entrance as she prayed for nothing to come of her brief lapse in obedient complete submission.
Helen grunted, and then put one of her long nailed hands into the Sadie’s hair, gripping it tight to hold the girl’s face buried solidly against her throbbing drenched pussy, as she announced, “Come in…This better be good though!”
Viktor entered the room, a raised eyebrow and a mile wide grin appearing, to break up his usual stone faced appearance. “Ma’am… we have an issue down in receiving. Something that needs your immediate attention.”
Helen pushed back Sadie’s head from her crotch, and delivered a hard slap across the girl’ face. Sadie’s chin was dripping with moisture from Helen’s well aroused cunt, and some small drops splattered against the wall and floor. Helen didn’t even notice as she cursed having to have the girl’s tongue pulled out of her ready to orgasm cunt.
The tall sadistic woman, sighed and rose up from the plush chaise lounge and closed the wrap of her skirt. She grabbed Sadie’s ponytail and guided her to the side. The girl shuffling awkwardly around on her red aching knees to get out of Helen’s way.
“So an issue in receiving? I didn’t think we had any new acquisitions on the books for a few more weeks.” asked a puzzled Helen.
“Well Miss Hardstone, it was a bit unexpected. Come see.”
“Very well,” huffed out Helen, as she smoothed down her skirt and adjusted her cleavage. Helen knelt and quickly unattached Sadie’s short ankle to armbinder chain. She reached up and then reattached the hands of the armbinder to a rope hanging permanently from her reading room ceiling.
Sadie’s arms were now raised uncomfortably high in the air behind her naked back. A position the young woman was now very familiar with. Helen looked down on Sadie cowering at her feet and pointed with one of her long red nails at the floor.
“Stay” she commanded, chuckling to herself, knowing full well that the slave girl had no choice. Her high heels clicking across the hardwood floor, as she headed for Viktor and the door.
Sadie nodded her head and kept it bowed in silent compliance. Her shoulders even though pulled back and strapped in leather, because of the armbinder, relaxed. Probably the most they had in months as Viktor and Helen left the room.
She sighed a deep breath and knelt there on her sore knees, soaking in the rare sunlight. No jaw breaking gag, no leather belts biting into her legs, no chains or tiny cramped cage, she closed her eyes to enjoy her first true moments of rest and lack of continual aggravating discomfort, since being ‘acquired’ and forced into a life of complete sexual servitude to this sadistic woman and her sick friends.
Helen looked in through the almost shut door and saw the peaceful, almost relaxed look on Sadie’s face. She quietly closed the door to her reading room and smirked, ”Remind me later Viktor, to have us hurt that little cunt all night. Think up something nasty for her Viktor, she’s looking a little too comfortable all of a sudden.”
“It would be my pleasure my ma’am. I know she hates deep anal, so I would love to impale her creatively for a day or two.” He nodded back.
Helen grinned, “Sounds delightful Viktor..Now what is this pressing issue?”
Viktor led her to the heavy steel door that accessed the receiving room and loading bay facing the isolated back alley entrance. With a nod to his boss, he opened the door for Helen and she strode into the receiving room. A room that in reality looked like it belonged in a horror movie, given the belts, chains, ropes, hanging hooks and deviant sexual training tools lying about.
Darius, Viktor’s new assistant was busy closing the loading bay doors. Helen caught sight of a dark beat up blue van in the alley and then saw the most scruffy, dirty individual she had seen in years standing to the side of the room, almost in the corner. He wore just a filthy pair of denim overalls, covered in whiteish crusty stains around the crotch, and he held an old ball cap folded up in his nervous hands as he shifted from foot to foot.
But then most of Helen’s attention zeroed in on the commotion in front of her. The biggest beautiful pair of panicked blue eyes she had seen in a long while stared back up at her. A fury of indecipherable grunts and screams trying to escape around a scraped up and teeth marked old ball gag. The chain attached to her thick rudimentary steel collar, clattering away as she tried to thrash about her bound up arms and hands.
“AHWWGH.. AAWH …WH…HHAA ..AHHG …AHHG AA.” The girl bound up cruelly at Helen’s feet, kept screaming. A definite look of hope appearing on the girl’s gagged and tear covered face, as Helen bent down to cup the girl’s drool covered chin.
Helen could also make out a growing look of relief in the teenager’s eyes, a most erroneous thought if there ever was one, thought Helen wickedly to herself, as she wrapped her hand under the girl’s trembling chin and smiled at her in her most fake motherly smile.
“So what do we have here Viktor? What is this poor young creature doing hogtied so sadistically to this….wooden bench?” Helen asked, leaning over to look at the rough splintery wooden slab bench the girl was tied to and balanced on. Her arms were tied back harshly, elbows touching, while her wrists and feet were tied tightly together.
A secure method, with a hot and sexy look to Helen, that she utterly approved of. The chain from the girl’s collar, also tied to her ankles and elbows, was now attached to a hook and chain lift in the receiving room’s ceiling.
Helen let her fingers trail down the girl’s long neck, over her steel entrapped throat and down over the girl’s stained t-shirt. Helen softly caressed, the now whimpering girl’s protruding pert and clamped tits.
The last look of hope in the teenager’s eyes fading fast as Helen toyed with the clamped nipples and murmured, “My, my… aren’t these young tits very nice to touch, and these nipples… Fuck.. I can’t wait to get my teeth around them.”
The girl’s t-shirt was cut open around each of her firm breasts. So firm, that even two heavy locks swaying from the connecting chain, stretched between the two perfect orbs of young flesh, barely made her pert chest sag. Helen groaned and shook her head in delight, as she cupped both clamped tits.
That’s when she noticed the logo of some youth bible camp, printed on the shredded t-shirt. The words making Helen smile and her inner thighs beginning to rapidly moisten again, as she thought lustfully about corrupting the virtues and breaking the spirit of another young Christian cunt.
“Oh I will make you scream for Jesus little one, don’t you worry.” Helen smirked, as she tapped the confused and whimpering girl on her wrinkled forehead.
Viktor, standing behind her, started to explain, “Well ma’am do you remember Archie from a few years ago? He brought us some very nice southern cunt. A couple good Christian girls, who you had fun torturing their belief in god out of them…And one nice thin brown girl, who you kept under your bed for a year I believe, before selling it to a client in Philadelphia.”
Helen nodded and smiled, looking straight into the horrified eyes of the girl painfully hogtied in front of her. “Oh yes, I remember. Archie from Memphis. You’ve brought me many a good little cunt ready to be whipped and fucked into proper slave shape.”
There was an utter look of shock and horror now spreading across the captive girl’s face and then a squeal, as Helen pulled down on the girl’s already weighted down nipple clamp chain, and pushed herself up to stand.
Helen stood and looked on at this filthy haggard man and wondered how he did not look anything like the stocky, tanned southern gentleman she remembered buying from before. Then she glimpsed the needle tracks on his bare arms and knew.
“Yes ma’am..yes I brought you many a good piece of pussy. Young and healthy …just like I know you like.” He stammered out, “And well I was drivin thru Kentucky and I’s came across this pretty young thing walkin down a road. And well that ass in those shorts just sang to me. Screamed to me actually …take me..take me.” He said, mimicking a high squeaky voice.
“And ma’am, I knew that with this mighty fine piece of teen ass, I could settle up some debts and get some…well you know…Some supply.” He stuttered out.
“You mean drugs, right Archie?” Helen asked, not hiding her dislike of this man now.
“Yes ma’am…I ‘I drove straight up here, all the way here to New York from Kentucky, once I snatched her pretty ass. Well we did stop here and there for a bit you know…Man has needs…and well I owed some peoples too…and well she has a great fuckin mouth…no gag reflex I discovered ma’am. It took care of them debts rather nicely.” He smiled proudly at Helen.
Viktor nodded and then added, “It’s true ma’am. I tested her deep throat capabilities before you arrived. The dildo measured ten inches before she began to succumb to a breath shortage. Barely a gagging or violent choking attack at all.”
Helen looked down on the girl who was now visibly shaking and sobbing. Helen grinned at the thought of such a pretty innocent teen, sucking away hopefully on such a disgusting man’s cock. Trying to please her stench ridden abductor and his probably equally appalling friends, all in the faint hope he would let her go.
Helen bent down and grasped the sobbing girl’s left clamped tit. She wrenched it up so the suffering and terrified girl’s face looked back up at her smiling one. “So that didn’t work out for you, did it? Sucking his putrid filthy cock. Swallowing his disgusting cum as if your little life depended on it? Hoping he would let you out of this, what must be an utterly horrible painful,….predicament that he has you nicely roped up in!”
The girl, not to Helen’s surprise teared up immensely and then nodded. A look of utter despair crossing her wet face as she remembered the hideous oral rapes she had been forced to endure. Helen stood back up and then walked the few paces over to the far wall. She held in the up button on the chain assembly control herself. The whirring pulley system coming to life overhead, but soon drowned out by the girl’s gagged howls of anguish.
The trapped girl’s body arched up from the bench in a most horrific and contorted looking manner. The girl’s guttural screams being choked off, as the metal collar cut into her throat, and her bound arms and ankles lifted upwards grotesquely. A show of flexibility that had all three sober onlookers present, pondering ways to make twisted use of those impossible angles.
Helen approached the teenager again and ran her hands along the girl’s quivering bare legs, savouring the feeling of the girl’s ultra smooth flesh under her long fingers. She leisurely traced a route with her nails up to the girl’s adorable bum line, peeking out from under her very short denim shorts. Helen then asked, “So Archie how much do you want, for this lovely southern teenage pussy?”
The jittery man stuttered and then spit out, “seventy five…….seventy five hundred ma’am. I could get by with that ma’am. She’s a pretty sweet piece of teenage cunt for that…I think.”
Helen fought back a laugh and kept a straight face. She could see both Viktor and Darius holding back a laugh too. Obviously this man’s drug habit had rotted his mind and his ability to value anything, she pondered. For she would have paid seventy five thousand for this innocent luscious teen girl.
Helen slipped a finger in under the stretch denim of the girl’s short shorts and easily pushed her red polished finger nail into the slit of the girl’s hidden sex. The girl’s whole rope bound and arched up body, flinched and then shook the little it could, as Helen pushed her finger deeper into the tight entrance.
She wiggled her finger deep inside the warm soft walls of the girl’s probable virgin cunt. She watched with delight as the girl’s pert bum clench and shuddered. “You drive a hard bargain Archie,” Helen said, as she kept flexing her finger around inside the girl’s slightly moist sex.
Helen pulled her finger out and then strode around to face the sobbing shattered girl. Looking down on her, Helen raised the slightly moistened finger to her own tongue, licked it with long stokes and then said, “We’ll definitely take the darling young cunt. She deserves a good home, a place to properly display her attributes and make others happy in doing so.”
In a commanding tone Helen then began ordering, “Darius go get some petty cash and pay Archie. Viktor, let’s make her our monthly display for the private members rope room. We’ll replace the chandelier with her beautiful young body. Get creative in suspending her, as I would like to be able to have her lowered and raised for greeting members. And of course, have all her young pretty holes available for use.”
Viktor nodded and began to assemble pulleys and lengths of rope on a nearby work bench. Darius rushed off to get the cash and Helen waited with Archie. Keeping her distance from the smelly filthy man, who was still jumpy. All while the captive girl whimpered to herself, still excruciatingly and awkwardly bound in the middle of the receiving bay.
“So where to next Archie?” Helen asked. She was not big into small talk with drug addicts, but she wanted to learn where this unstable character was off to next. She needed to plan.
“Ummm just gonna park over in Newark tonight, then head south tomorrow.” He answered, rubbing his needle pocked arms furiously. He needed a hit badly Helen could tell.
Helen was about to answer something when Darius returned. He had a concerned look on his face and was holding the cash and his ipad. He gave the cash to a smiling Archie and the ipad to Helen.
Helen looked at it and frowned. She watched Archie literally run out the door to his van as she took in the news feed page on the ipad. It was a webpage for a Louisville Kentucky TV station. And its flashing large headline was, ‘Local Minister’s Teenage Daughter Still Missing’ then another headline blasted out, ‘Police Looking For Blue Van In Disappearance of Kylie Smith.’
A picture of Archie’s van from a gas station security camera appeared as a pop up on the page. “Shit” muttered a disturbed Helen. She sighed and looked at Darius. “You know what has to be done?” she asked.
Darius grinned and petted the hair of the sniffling whimpering girl shivering below him, then he spoke, “Ma’am I started planning it the minute he showed up. We’ll follow him into Newark and make it look like he overdosed. We’ll will take the van south into Maryland or Virginia and leave it and him there.”
“Of course, with her ID and her cum covered and blood spattered clothing left there too. No link to us at all Ma’am. The authorities will just think he raped her and buried the body somewhere. Case closed.” He added, nodding at the sobbing girl, now staring back up at him with a look of shear utter horror, tears continually streaming from her panicked eyes.
“Darius remind me to give you a raise and any young cunt you desire. Choose one, once you’re back from your little diversion exercise. Take one home and keep her for your very own little fuck toy. You’ve earned it!” Helen said with an approving and impressed smile.
Darius nodded back in satisfied acknowledgment, that his boss thought so much of him. “Thank you ma’am, it’s greatly appreciated.”
Darius and Viktor went about readying, equipment and tools behind Helen, as she turned her domineering attention to the teenager. She was breathing unevenly from the restrictive metal collar digging into her soft long neck. She was sobbing away and still almost suspended in intense back breaking bondage. Her poor arms, to Helen, looked like they should have popped from their sockets minutes ago.
“So sweet young Kylie, you ready to start your new life as a beautiful piece of decorative cunt in my wonderful home? To be tightly bound and suspended in perpetuity, as a fuck toy and an enjoyable decoration for the elite members of our club?”
A series of unholy screams escaped the girl’s gag as she wildly, yet uselessly flailed about. Helen only laughed harder and sauntered over to the thick steel exit door.
“Get her ready Viktor…And please cut her filthy clothes off as soon as possible. And both you and Darius should give her a good hard deep cock plunging greeting, after you hose her off. Then we’ll talk about where to brand her flesh with her new identity, once you get back. Might as well get her used to her new life as soon as possible.” Helen smiled.
And with an air blown kiss and a wink, aimed at the horrified and hysterical face of her newest and luckiest acquisition, she walked away. Back to her reading room, to pick up were she had left off with her book and glass of favourite wine and some delectable young slave tongue.
And maybe a little torturous anal play with her favourite cunt licking slave, Helen gleefully pondered. Helen realized she hadn’t broken out the long butt plug sitting back on her reading room bookshelf in ages. And it would be just the thing to swipe that undeserved look of contentment of 816’s face.
The thought of making 816 sit there and force the huge plug into her own sweet young ass, while Helen threatened her with horrible punishments, made the woman chuckle and stride determined and horny down the hall. Enjoying life as a wealthy powerful hedonistic woman should….surrounded by young beautiful girls all strictly kept in servitude to her demanding ways.