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Two's a crowd (Ella X QB)
- Thread starter Kyubey
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Ivana Dubrowwas the sexiest Russian backpacker in the area. It didn't mean much, since she was the only Russian backpacker in the area. Ivana had taken two weeks off from work to go hiking. Living in a city, she didn't get the chance to explore nature as often as she liked. However, finally getting the chance to explore the rural mountainside the way she wanted too, Ivana was thrilled. As she moved, her body was sweating and she was tired.
Suddenly she came upon a clearing in the woody terrain. To her surprise, she had approached was was easily the most magnificent mountain home she'd ever seen. It was large, grand and white. About two stories, it looked beautiful and modern. Curious, Ivana approached, wondering what kind of person chose to live in seclusion. As she walked closer to the house, she heard someone moaning.
"Mmph...ouuhhh..." came the moan.
Shocked, Ivana opened the door, and entered the empty house. She walked off to the living room, and gave a scream of shock. Before her was a small, thin girl with short dark hair. She was bent on her knees. Her arms were hanging into the air, pulled behind her back in leather sleeves. Chained to the roof of the room. Her mouth was gagged by a large, blue ball. A chain led from her neck between her legs, the rest obscured by her milky white thighs.
She was wearing what looked like a belt around her waist, but fashioned like a leather underwear. The girl's legs were covered in what looked like her own juices, and the sight made Ivana both wet and disgusted. She stared at the girl, her own blue eyes wide in horror.
"What the hell is going on here?!" she screamed out.
Suddenly she came upon a clearing in the woody terrain. To her surprise, she had approached was was easily the most magnificent mountain home she'd ever seen. It was large, grand and white. About two stories, it looked beautiful and modern. Curious, Ivana approached, wondering what kind of person chose to live in seclusion. As she walked closer to the house, she heard someone moaning.
"Mmph...ouuhhh..." came the moan.
Shocked, Ivana opened the door, and entered the empty house. She walked off to the living room, and gave a scream of shock. Before her was a small, thin girl with short dark hair. She was bent on her knees. Her arms were hanging into the air, pulled behind her back in leather sleeves. Chained to the roof of the room. Her mouth was gagged by a large, blue ball. A chain led from her neck between her legs, the rest obscured by her milky white thighs.
She was wearing what looked like a belt around her waist, but fashioned like a leather underwear. The girl's legs were covered in what looked like her own juices, and the sight made Ivana both wet and disgusted. She stared at the girl, her own blue eyes wide in horror.
"What the hell is going on here?!" she screamed out.
In a house secluded within the silent forest, there lived a rational yet...cruel man. Kidnapping a school girl on her way home, in mere minutes she was turned from a cheery girl excited about her midterm results to a drooling bondage slave, having orgasmed more than once in her confinement. And her kidnapper was not some deformed or depraved rapist, rather...he was a charming doctor whose threats did not seem idle at the very least.
He had been reading ever so silently in the living room, unseen by the blonde guest as she walked inside. Geez, what a noisy girl. Drawing a rag and his scalpel, the man walked closer even as the girl tried her best to help the bound young lady. But no matter how much the girl squealed or cried out, it didn't seem like the attention was focused towards him.
"Good morning there, stranger. What brings you here?" he asked, smiling courteously, "It isn't permissible to sneak into people's houses. Are you aware that you are trespassing?" he asked, smiling as he walked close, stroking the girl's hair. "Oh dear. This is my submissive Sarah. We met just recently, roleplaying a little kidnapping scenario, isn't that right, Mallory?" by using her real name as a 'supposed' roleplaying identity, the girl would have no doubt furiously rejected that with her gagged pleas, earning only a chuckle from the doctor.
"Ahhh, Sarah does tend to get lost in her own fantasies. Oh, do say, do forgive our 24/7 relationship. Taboo isn't as dark as it seems if you only give it a try...hohoho. But enough of that, would you like something to eat or drink? Don't mind my toy here. She's still reflecting on her defiance." Was it all just a game, given how she struggled, drooled and almost moaned out, as if saying otherwise...
He had been reading ever so silently in the living room, unseen by the blonde guest as she walked inside. Geez, what a noisy girl. Drawing a rag and his scalpel, the man walked closer even as the girl tried her best to help the bound young lady. But no matter how much the girl squealed or cried out, it didn't seem like the attention was focused towards him.
"Good morning there, stranger. What brings you here?" he asked, smiling courteously, "It isn't permissible to sneak into people's houses. Are you aware that you are trespassing?" he asked, smiling as he walked close, stroking the girl's hair. "Oh dear. This is my submissive Sarah. We met just recently, roleplaying a little kidnapping scenario, isn't that right, Mallory?" by using her real name as a 'supposed' roleplaying identity, the girl would have no doubt furiously rejected that with her gagged pleas, earning only a chuckle from the doctor.
"Ahhh, Sarah does tend to get lost in her own fantasies. Oh, do say, do forgive our 24/7 relationship. Taboo isn't as dark as it seems if you only give it a try...hohoho. But enough of that, would you like something to eat or drink? Don't mind my toy here. She's still reflecting on her defiance." Was it all just a game, given how she struggled, drooled and almost moaned out, as if saying otherwise...
Ivana jumped when she heard someone enter the room. She turned to see what looked like a handsome, ordinary man enter. He was wearing a white lab-coat, and she was startled at well, how normal he looked. She stared at this Sarah girl, trying to figure out what was going on as she struggled again. The girl shook her head, her eyes wide as though she was disagreeing with the man's words. She seemed a bit young for a sex slave or submissive.
Ivana turned back to the man, as she said, "I had no idea. It seemed rather, realistic. May I get some water please, my bottles are nearly empty."
As the man left, Sarah began to thrash, her moans growing more frantic. All Ivana could understand from the wide-eyed girl was her muffled sounds of "Asshe ussheelf! uunn!" Her drool poured down her cheeks as she shook her head no, and Ivana began to doubt the kindly doctor was really the kindly doctor. She glanced around nervously, and looked to the girl, who was glancing at her, and then the door.
Ivana whipped her cell phone out, and took a few pictures, determined to get them to the cops. She'd leave once the man got back and returned her water. She'd not drink it, of course, but she'd need her bottles of water to reach the bottom of the hill.
"I'll get you free," she whispered ever so softly to Sarah or Mallory, "I swear!" Then she straightened up and looked for the doctor.
Ivana turned back to the man, as she said, "I had no idea. It seemed rather, realistic. May I get some water please, my bottles are nearly empty."
As the man left, Sarah began to thrash, her moans growing more frantic. All Ivana could understand from the wide-eyed girl was her muffled sounds of "Asshe ussheelf! uunn!" Her drool poured down her cheeks as she shook her head no, and Ivana began to doubt the kindly doctor was really the kindly doctor. She glanced around nervously, and looked to the girl, who was glancing at her, and then the door.
Ivana whipped her cell phone out, and took a few pictures, determined to get them to the cops. She'd leave once the man got back and returned her water. She'd not drink it, of course, but she'd need her bottles of water to reach the bottom of the hill.
"I'll get you free," she whispered ever so softly to Sarah or Mallory, "I swear!" Then she straightened up and looked for the doctor.
"Some water? I would be obliged to help a hiker like you." he said, his voice ever welcoming except for that slight malice that hinted for things to come. His smile was both charming yet...uneasy at the same time as he took her bottles of water, drawing a handgun from under the drawer when he filled up her bottle with a bit of water. Hearing his slave whimper and groan around the gag, he hoped she knew what the punishment for disobeying his command was. After all, hadn't she endured enough with that chastity belt there?
Walking back to the woman, he was surprised when she confronted him. "Ahh, yes. Here is your water." he said, handing the bottle back to her. "Oh, did you know that trespassing is illegal around these parts?" he asked curiously, shrugging. He had concealed the gun within his jacket. He seemed rather...quirky yet overall elegant and refined, though another part of him seemed to be hidden. While one could not tell just what was strange about him, it could be 'felt' simply by talking to him.
"And you know...I really frown upon trespassers." he whispered softly, drawing out the gun. His face changed from a calm and welcoming person to that of a wicked smirk, eyes darkening with malice. "I suggest you put your hands behind your back and fall on your knees. You are miles away from civilization. By the time you can even take a step I would have lodged a bullet into your perfectly fatty tits. That and your heart too! Ohohoho~" his right hand reached out to her right breast, pressing rather harshly. If she valued her life, she should definitely follow his request.
Throwing a handcuff on the floor, he pointed the gun towards her all the time even as he circled around and locked the door she entered through. "Put those on. Handcuffs on your wrists." he commanded, then turning his attention towards Mallory, who would have no doubt been watching this scene with fear. In an instant, her hope sank knowing that salvation had quickly soured into capture. "I sure hope you know what's waiting for you, slut. And for that, repeat the Slut's creed. If not, I'll make sure you try out the milking machine I made.
The slut's creed was a simple utterance he forced upon her, it served to further objectify her. After all, if she would profess it out loud, no doubt feelings of submission would arise. As for the machine, it was a tool that he used to milk live females, with suction cups, a vacuum and massaging mechanisms that would put a woman through intense misery and arousal just for a drop of their precious milk. Any woman can lactate even outside of pregnancy, though the amount remains low and the process extremely torturous.
Turning back to the blonde intruder, he told her "Russian sluts like you are really nosy. I remembered fixing one up in Ljubljana back at '03. She was so feisty, I quickly made her into a slut in less than a week. Some tycoon over at Germany purchased her for a handsome award but damn, to think she was pretty much fighting me tooth and nail, few days later she was so submissive she would totally eat my shit if I told her to. I hope you'd be alot more compliant than that Chetnik whore I worked up, please....?" he said, smiling so earnestly, which came as a strange sight considering his eyes displayed malice yet his smile was sincere.
Walking back to the woman, he was surprised when she confronted him. "Ahh, yes. Here is your water." he said, handing the bottle back to her. "Oh, did you know that trespassing is illegal around these parts?" he asked curiously, shrugging. He had concealed the gun within his jacket. He seemed rather...quirky yet overall elegant and refined, though another part of him seemed to be hidden. While one could not tell just what was strange about him, it could be 'felt' simply by talking to him.
"And you know...I really frown upon trespassers." he whispered softly, drawing out the gun. His face changed from a calm and welcoming person to that of a wicked smirk, eyes darkening with malice. "I suggest you put your hands behind your back and fall on your knees. You are miles away from civilization. By the time you can even take a step I would have lodged a bullet into your perfectly fatty tits. That and your heart too! Ohohoho~" his right hand reached out to her right breast, pressing rather harshly. If she valued her life, she should definitely follow his request.
Throwing a handcuff on the floor, he pointed the gun towards her all the time even as he circled around and locked the door she entered through. "Put those on. Handcuffs on your wrists." he commanded, then turning his attention towards Mallory, who would have no doubt been watching this scene with fear. In an instant, her hope sank knowing that salvation had quickly soured into capture. "I sure hope you know what's waiting for you, slut. And for that, repeat the Slut's creed. If not, I'll make sure you try out the milking machine I made.
The slut's creed was a simple utterance he forced upon her, it served to further objectify her. After all, if she would profess it out loud, no doubt feelings of submission would arise. As for the machine, it was a tool that he used to milk live females, with suction cups, a vacuum and massaging mechanisms that would put a woman through intense misery and arousal just for a drop of their precious milk. Any woman can lactate even outside of pregnancy, though the amount remains low and the process extremely torturous.
Turning back to the blonde intruder, he told her "Russian sluts like you are really nosy. I remembered fixing one up in Ljubljana back at '03. She was so feisty, I quickly made her into a slut in less than a week. Some tycoon over at Germany purchased her for a handsome award but damn, to think she was pretty much fighting me tooth and nail, few days later she was so submissive she would totally eat my shit if I told her to. I hope you'd be alot more compliant than that Chetnik whore I worked up, please....?" he said, smiling so earnestly, which came as a strange sight considering his eyes displayed malice yet his smile was sincere.
Ivana smiled nervously back at the doctor as she accepted the water with a meek, "Thanks." Her eyes flickered over him nervously as she did. He seemed refined, elegant, though odd. She couldn't wait to leave, and get some help. His words about trespassing, however, startled her. She gasped, and dropped the water to the ground as she saw his gun.
"What are you do-
Her yell was cut off by his declaring of lodging bullets inside her, and Ivana realized her situation. The blonde flinched when he grabbed her tits, and she immediately dropped to her knees, to avoid the crazy man's hands. She didn't even have to guess what he'd do to her, judging by the girl beside her, who had turned away, not wanting to see the scene.
Mallory froze at her instructions, and tearfully glanced down at the ground. Through her ball gag, she began to utter, "I ish muhh meshhtar's shliit. I ish taa plesshh hish deshiires. Ith I do nothh I ahhm nuhh guhhd tuhh huhhm. Luhht him uhshe mehh."
Ivana froze as she began to fumble her wrists into the cuffs, her goal to stay alive. She glared up at the doctor in front of her, though she was quaking in her boots. How dare he do this?! Oh how she hoped someone would find her soon. She had told them she was hiking, if not where. Though, her hopes sank realizing it would be a week. As long as she could last a week of this, she'd be fine, right?
"What are you do-
Her yell was cut off by his declaring of lodging bullets inside her, and Ivana realized her situation. The blonde flinched when he grabbed her tits, and she immediately dropped to her knees, to avoid the crazy man's hands. She didn't even have to guess what he'd do to her, judging by the girl beside her, who had turned away, not wanting to see the scene.
Mallory froze at her instructions, and tearfully glanced down at the ground. Through her ball gag, she began to utter, "I ish muhh meshhtar's shliit. I ish taa plesshh hish deshiires. Ith I do nothh I ahhm nuhh guhhd tuhh huhhm. Luhht him uhshe mehh."
Ivana froze as she began to fumble her wrists into the cuffs, her goal to stay alive. She glared up at the doctor in front of her, though she was quaking in her boots. How dare he do this?! Oh how she hoped someone would find her soon. She had told them she was hiking, if not where. Though, her hopes sank realizing it would be a week. As long as she could last a week of this, she'd be fine, right?
Watching her fumble in her bungled attempt to cuff herself, he simply kicked the handcuffs aside, instead finding a much more...devious plan. "Strip." he said, "I want to see those cow tits of yours bared out. The panties can stay." he said, smiling as he continued the threat to kill her with the gun pointed right towards her.
Knowing that if she valued her life she would follow his every order, he then went right behind her, tying her wrists. Then, he forced them up, onto a reverse lotus position with her bound wrists at the small of her back, forced up in such a strenuous position. To make her plight worse he then tied a small noose onto her neck, connecting her bound wrists to it and lowering the slack. She had to hold her arms up strenously or risk further choking her when the ropes around her neck would tighten. Left in the cruel predicament, there he freely molested her abundant, full breasts.
Of course, he wasn't done with his slut Mallory. For her attempts to communicate with her, the punishment would be all but lenient. Turning up the vibrator, he did not give her the order to stop muttering the creed as he watched her writhe in beautiful bondage, her misery serving as his enjoyment as he watched her squirm, struggle and wither within her bonds.
Meanwhile, he then asked her "What's your name, Pig?" While he was curious, she may never hear that name during her stay as his slave. While that was happening, he took out two alligator clamps, opening the jaw to let it press onto her right nipple. "Got to put some pressure on your mammaries...I just have to milk you out later!"
Knowing that if she valued her life she would follow his every order, he then went right behind her, tying her wrists. Then, he forced them up, onto a reverse lotus position with her bound wrists at the small of her back, forced up in such a strenuous position. To make her plight worse he then tied a small noose onto her neck, connecting her bound wrists to it and lowering the slack. She had to hold her arms up strenously or risk further choking her when the ropes around her neck would tighten. Left in the cruel predicament, there he freely molested her abundant, full breasts.
Of course, he wasn't done with his slut Mallory. For her attempts to communicate with her, the punishment would be all but lenient. Turning up the vibrator, he did not give her the order to stop muttering the creed as he watched her writhe in beautiful bondage, her misery serving as his enjoyment as he watched her squirm, struggle and wither within her bonds.
Meanwhile, he then asked her "What's your name, Pig?" While he was curious, she may never hear that name during her stay as his slave. While that was happening, he took out two alligator clamps, opening the jaw to let it press onto her right nipple. "Got to put some pressure on your mammaries...I just have to milk you out later!"
Ivana fumbled with her shirt, throwing it off to reveal a deep purple bra. She shed we dark shorts, revealing purple panties. Her large breasts strained in her bra, but it was gone in seconds, her large, milky white breasts a contrast on her well tanned skin from hiking. The nipples were longer than Mallory's thick nipples, though thinner and darker. She whimpered as her arms were tied behind her. When she true to drop we arms, the noose tightened around her.
Terrified, Ivana kept her arms up, keeping her glare on the man. It wasn't long before the shock turned to horror. His hands mauled her large breasts, and she could do nothing but stick then out for his pleasure. She tried to avoid his eyes by ducking her head away, but it only served to make her see Mallory.
The young, poor girl was strapped so uncomfortably. Her vibrator was rotating loudly, the buzzing filling the air as she repeated some garbled nonsense. Obviously it meant something, but Ivana couldn't understand when the girl was moaning, panting, or trying to speak. Occasionally she made out the words 'slut' and 'master' but it did nothing to alleviate her fears.
She turned to the mad man, and contemplated not answering. However, if she at least managed to get the young girl free somehow, then she'd need to share it with the police. Still glaring at the Mad Man, as she'd dubbed him in her head, she said, "Ivana, Ivana Dubrow." Loud and clear her voice rang, not a quiver heard. Ivana stared coolly and proudly at the man. Whether he recognized her name as a famous Starlet, Ivana didn't know.
In fact, Ivana was famous for her roles on television. She played two roles that had earned we great credence. The first being the role of a sexy police officer, famous for imprisoning men, and the second the role of a hard-hitting journalist, who screwed over big people on television. It was almost ironic how she played a dominant her entire life, and was now forcefully submitting to the man ahead. Ivana was absolutely horrified inside at the thought.
However, her pride was short-lived. Her semi-erect nipples were suddenly clamped down on, hard. She cried out at the sudden pain, and moved we hands, choking herself in the process. Ivana writhed for a few minutes, trying to move her hands back and adjust to the new pain, thus missing his words on 'milking' her. Had she heard them, Ivana would have realized just how appropriate her nickname was for him.
Terrified, Ivana kept her arms up, keeping her glare on the man. It wasn't long before the shock turned to horror. His hands mauled her large breasts, and she could do nothing but stick then out for his pleasure. She tried to avoid his eyes by ducking her head away, but it only served to make her see Mallory.
The young, poor girl was strapped so uncomfortably. Her vibrator was rotating loudly, the buzzing filling the air as she repeated some garbled nonsense. Obviously it meant something, but Ivana couldn't understand when the girl was moaning, panting, or trying to speak. Occasionally she made out the words 'slut' and 'master' but it did nothing to alleviate her fears.
She turned to the mad man, and contemplated not answering. However, if she at least managed to get the young girl free somehow, then she'd need to share it with the police. Still glaring at the Mad Man, as she'd dubbed him in her head, she said, "Ivana, Ivana Dubrow." Loud and clear her voice rang, not a quiver heard. Ivana stared coolly and proudly at the man. Whether he recognized her name as a famous Starlet, Ivana didn't know.
In fact, Ivana was famous for her roles on television. She played two roles that had earned we great credence. The first being the role of a sexy police officer, famous for imprisoning men, and the second the role of a hard-hitting journalist, who screwed over big people on television. It was almost ironic how she played a dominant her entire life, and was now forcefully submitting to the man ahead. Ivana was absolutely horrified inside at the thought.
However, her pride was short-lived. Her semi-erect nipples were suddenly clamped down on, hard. She cried out at the sudden pain, and moved we hands, choking herself in the process. Ivana writhed for a few minutes, trying to move her hands back and adjust to the new pain, thus missing his words on 'milking' her. Had she heard them, Ivana would have realized just how appropriate her nickname was for him.
Ivana Dubrow? That girl from Tough Justice and the Inquirer? Ahh yes, that seductive vixen! "Oh dear, I didn't know I had a celebrity under my grasp. That's good!" he said, smiling as he played with her deliciously supple yet sizable D-cup breasts, "Breaking stars has always been a fantasy of mine too!" Hands worked around her nipples, pinching and pressing with varying degrees of harshness to illicit a different response. Even though she may be trying to suppress the desire to moan, he was sure he would milk it out her one one way or another.
The way she was bound made it so that she had no choice but to straighten her back forward, her breasts fuller and held out proudly. Of course he took the opportunity to seize onto this, hands playing with her perky teats as they peaked out towards him. "Your tits are so big...are they natural?" he asked, jeering at her all while remaining way above her as the dominant. This must be quite the trip for her: the roles she played were utterly dominating and feisty. To submit and almost willingly invite him to abuse as said by her body language must have been demeaning!
"In my household, stars are no different from an everyday girl like Mallory. You will be punished for trespassing and for any attempts to defy me. Is that clear, slut?" he asked, slapping her cheek as he made her watch sitting on her haunches, how he would abuse Mallory.
Pressing her arms downwards to illicit a pain-filled cry, he removed the gag from Mallory's mouth, letting it hang down as he placed his index finger on her lips "Shhhh..." he whispered softly, letting her fall to relative calm. "Tell me Mallory...did you lie to this girl? Did you try and tell her that you didn't enjoy this? That this wasn't...consensual?" The first trick was to drill the idea that this was what she wanted and that she deserved it, something he found very useful when it came to breaking his slaves.
While she uttered such, he began to fidget, rub and stroke her gentle nipples, feeling her hardened pink peaks softly stand against how his hand furthered her arousal, all in Ivana's view...
The way she was bound made it so that she had no choice but to straighten her back forward, her breasts fuller and held out proudly. Of course he took the opportunity to seize onto this, hands playing with her perky teats as they peaked out towards him. "Your tits are so big...are they natural?" he asked, jeering at her all while remaining way above her as the dominant. This must be quite the trip for her: the roles she played were utterly dominating and feisty. To submit and almost willingly invite him to abuse as said by her body language must have been demeaning!
"In my household, stars are no different from an everyday girl like Mallory. You will be punished for trespassing and for any attempts to defy me. Is that clear, slut?" he asked, slapping her cheek as he made her watch sitting on her haunches, how he would abuse Mallory.
Pressing her arms downwards to illicit a pain-filled cry, he removed the gag from Mallory's mouth, letting it hang down as he placed his index finger on her lips "Shhhh..." he whispered softly, letting her fall to relative calm. "Tell me Mallory...did you lie to this girl? Did you try and tell her that you didn't enjoy this? That this wasn't...consensual?" The first trick was to drill the idea that this was what she wanted and that she deserved it, something he found very useful when it came to breaking his slaves.
While she uttered such, he began to fidget, rub and stroke her gentle nipples, feeling her hardened pink peaks softly stand against how his hand furthered her arousal, all in Ivana's view...
Mallory stared at the blonde woman in admiration and pity. She knew what it was like, to be defiant. Once upon a time, she had been that way too. Now, she was simply a slut. A slut made for her master's will, and she had cum at his hand far too many times to remember. He was sadistic, brutal, and amazing at his work. She felt shame as she considered it, but it was true. Even in the bleak hope that Ivana would get her away, Mallory had wondered if she'd ever truly be able to leave.
As he questioned Ivana's breast size, she heard the blonde woman's sharp retort of, "Of course they are!" and Mallory didn't doubt it. The woman's tits were slightly sagging after all. She was probably older to Mallory's mere 19, and looked at least to be in her late twenties. Ivana Dubrow. Yes, she was 27 if Mallory wasn't mistaken, trying to remember the old TV show she'd watched back when she was Mallory, and not simply slut.
When he slapped Ivana, Mallory's attention was brought back, and she stopped reciting the slut's creed for a quick second, before starting up again. It had been so humiliating, when the doctor had instructed her to make her own creed. As though he was making her a consensual partner, when it had been anything but. Ivana cried out in shock, and Mallory doubted the woman had ever been smacked before. When he was done abusing the other woman, he came back to Mallory.
Mallory's pussy was dripping wet, and it was clear as day that her musky scent was enveloping the room. Her thin girlish legs were wet and slippery. She couldn't remember what they felt like dry. When the gag was removed from her mouth, Mallory's aching jaw began to soften and her moans from the vibrations and her attempts to stammer out the slut's creed continued.
She stopped when his hand pressed her lips. Staring at the doctor with nervous, wide eyes, she shook her head no. It wasn't a lie, she'd been trying to tell Ivana to leave, trying to save the beautiful woman this torture, this pleasure. His hands on her nipples were teasing her, and she moaned again, her face red as she stared at the doctor in ecstatic bliss.
"Nooohh," she moaned, "I-ahhhh...would ne-uhhh...nevahhhh... I...I waaahnted her-unggghhhh-to leave! I-I wasn't tryy-ahhh-ing to lie!"
As he questioned Ivana's breast size, she heard the blonde woman's sharp retort of, "Of course they are!" and Mallory didn't doubt it. The woman's tits were slightly sagging after all. She was probably older to Mallory's mere 19, and looked at least to be in her late twenties. Ivana Dubrow. Yes, she was 27 if Mallory wasn't mistaken, trying to remember the old TV show she'd watched back when she was Mallory, and not simply slut.
When he slapped Ivana, Mallory's attention was brought back, and she stopped reciting the slut's creed for a quick second, before starting up again. It had been so humiliating, when the doctor had instructed her to make her own creed. As though he was making her a consensual partner, when it had been anything but. Ivana cried out in shock, and Mallory doubted the woman had ever been smacked before. When he was done abusing the other woman, he came back to Mallory.
Mallory's pussy was dripping wet, and it was clear as day that her musky scent was enveloping the room. Her thin girlish legs were wet and slippery. She couldn't remember what they felt like dry. When the gag was removed from her mouth, Mallory's aching jaw began to soften and her moans from the vibrations and her attempts to stammer out the slut's creed continued.
She stopped when his hand pressed her lips. Staring at the doctor with nervous, wide eyes, she shook her head no. It wasn't a lie, she'd been trying to tell Ivana to leave, trying to save the beautiful woman this torture, this pleasure. His hands on her nipples were teasing her, and she moaned again, her face red as she stared at the doctor in ecstatic bliss.
"Nooohh," she moaned, "I-ahhhh...would ne-uhhh...nevahhhh... I...I waaahnted her-unggghhhh-to leave! I-I wasn't tryy-ahhh-ing to lie!"
Oh Mallory. Oh sweet, gentle Mallory. It seemed the punishment he gave her yesterday wasn't enough. No matter. It's nothing a little bondage can't solve. Stroking her gentle dark tresses, he whispered fine words into her ears... "Don't worry, Mallory...I'll forgive you. Master always does the best for you, right Mallory?" Lies, all lies. The way he whispered it into her ear was creepy, betraying an obsessive dimension in her slavery. He did all this in front of Ivanov, who would indeed see a mirror of herself: This WAS what she was to become: just another broken slut. What mix of starvation, arousal or drugs did he do to turn the schoolgirl into a drooling sex slave eager to repeat her objectifying mantra?
Letting her go, he simply let his slave Mallory rest on the floor. He would deal with her later. Giving her a moment to take a breather, even his act of kindness was in no way an act of kindness. Needless to say, more was to come for her as it always had been, even if she did do as he said. "Your tits are impressive, Fucktoy, but we're gonna need to reign them in. Otherwise they'll sag! Don't want my cow to have saggy tits, no?" he asked, laughing as he began to wrap some ropes above and below her breasts, forming a rope bra around her rather voluptuous breasts. Once secured, he then took a pair of clamps, pressing the jaws right on her nipples tying some strings around the tips, just as a precursor to what was to come.
"Now, Fucktoy, I want you to tell me: should Mallory be freed or punished?" Knowing how twisted the Doctor was, telling that she would be freed would only mean even more torture for her, while telling her to be punished would make it so that he would do just that. Taking a ball gag, he presented it before Mallory, slowly pressing in inward as the blue ball was once again lodged in her mouth, tight and snug. He wanted to hear Ivanov's opinion, not hers! But as he heard her answer, he walked right to the cabinet, taking out a milking pump.
Letting her go, he simply let his slave Mallory rest on the floor. He would deal with her later. Giving her a moment to take a breather, even his act of kindness was in no way an act of kindness. Needless to say, more was to come for her as it always had been, even if she did do as he said. "Your tits are impressive, Fucktoy, but we're gonna need to reign them in. Otherwise they'll sag! Don't want my cow to have saggy tits, no?" he asked, laughing as he began to wrap some ropes above and below her breasts, forming a rope bra around her rather voluptuous breasts. Once secured, he then took a pair of clamps, pressing the jaws right on her nipples tying some strings around the tips, just as a precursor to what was to come.
"Now, Fucktoy, I want you to tell me: should Mallory be freed or punished?" Knowing how twisted the Doctor was, telling that she would be freed would only mean even more torture for her, while telling her to be punished would make it so that he would do just that. Taking a ball gag, he presented it before Mallory, slowly pressing in inward as the blue ball was once again lodged in her mouth, tight and snug. He wanted to hear Ivanov's opinion, not hers! But as he heard her answer, he walked right to the cabinet, taking out a milking pump.
Mallory nodded like a wild, crazed woman at her Master's words, and Ivana could only watch on in both disgust and fear. She glared instead as he wrapped her breasts around with some kind of horrible bondage. The rope burned her skin, but Ivana maintained a cool, fearless expression instead. When the nipple clamps were added, she felt the pain even more, and squirmed a bit, but otherwise kept her anger controlled.
"Free her of course!" Growled Ivana, as Mallory whimpered from the floor, her mouth sucking the ball-gag in.
Ivana's attitude changed when she saw the device he was pulling out. Her breasts hurt, and she had no doubt that he wasn't going to be gentle on her breasts. She steeled herself, rather trying to give Mallory a reassuring look. She had no idea what the man had done to the poor girl, but she'd make sure to endure his torture, and allow the girl relief.
"Free her of course!" Growled Ivana, as Mallory whimpered from the floor, her mouth sucking the ball-gag in.
Ivana's attitude changed when she saw the device he was pulling out. Her breasts hurt, and she had no doubt that he wasn't going to be gentle on her breasts. She steeled herself, rather trying to give Mallory a reassuring look. She had no idea what the man had done to the poor girl, but she'd make sure to endure his torture, and allow the girl relief.
"You know, we have a rule around here...insubordination of one is insubordination of all the subs. For defying me, Mallory will also suffer her own punishment." A cruel reasoning, he was determined to break Ivana by making it so that any attempt she tries to defy him and buy comfort for Mallory would only make things worse. Smiling, as he let Mallory lay on the floor he immediately let the milking machine rest, taking some ropes. Dressed in only what remained of her left sock and the armbinder with her gag, she was otherwise naked, her snatch covered only with a chastity belt that buzzed endlessly.
Since Ivana had 'disrespected' him with her tone, the punishment would befall Mallory. Forcing her up, her arms held upwards the suspension was rather cruel, forcing her into a strappado with her knees pressing down on the floor. In fact, only her knees touched the ground, her ankles bound to her thighs as she hung like so, her position much, much more unforgiving and cruel than before.
Hands onto Mallory's chin, he said "Blame that whore. This was her fault." he said, smiling as he turned it around, trying to make her regret her words. Then, leaving Mallory to endure a very powerful change in the vibration speed, he turned towards Ivana. Taking a few straps, he made her sit on her haunches, the position sure to also wear out her legs along with her arms bound in such a manner. Then, taking the machine, he removed one clamp, fondling her still-pebbled nipples as he inserted the cup, removing the pressure from inside as the machine then massaged continuously, trying to milk out some from Ivana's left breast. Of course there was more pleasure than pain, the humiliation sure to start as a small squirt of milk flowed out...
And while that was happening, he inserted a vibrator right into her pussy, the dildo's stub sticking out against her panties as he turned it up to maximum speed. "Hold your tongue out and sing to me Humpty Dumpty unless you want Mallory to suffer even more." he threatened, then turning towards Mallory as he stroked her hair. "Hey, slut, count backwards from Fourteen." he said, smiling as he took a few clothespins, letting them snip onto her hardened pink nipples.
Since Ivana had 'disrespected' him with her tone, the punishment would befall Mallory. Forcing her up, her arms held upwards the suspension was rather cruel, forcing her into a strappado with her knees pressing down on the floor. In fact, only her knees touched the ground, her ankles bound to her thighs as she hung like so, her position much, much more unforgiving and cruel than before.
Hands onto Mallory's chin, he said "Blame that whore. This was her fault." he said, smiling as he turned it around, trying to make her regret her words. Then, leaving Mallory to endure a very powerful change in the vibration speed, he turned towards Ivana. Taking a few straps, he made her sit on her haunches, the position sure to also wear out her legs along with her arms bound in such a manner. Then, taking the machine, he removed one clamp, fondling her still-pebbled nipples as he inserted the cup, removing the pressure from inside as the machine then massaged continuously, trying to milk out some from Ivana's left breast. Of course there was more pleasure than pain, the humiliation sure to start as a small squirt of milk flowed out...
And while that was happening, he inserted a vibrator right into her pussy, the dildo's stub sticking out against her panties as he turned it up to maximum speed. "Hold your tongue out and sing to me Humpty Dumpty unless you want Mallory to suffer even more." he threatened, then turning towards Mallory as he stroked her hair. "Hey, slut, count backwards from Fourteen." he said, smiling as he took a few clothespins, letting them snip onto her hardened pink nipples.
Ivana gasped in horror as she watched Mallory being strung up. The girl was in obvious pain as her body was stretched. Her knees scraped along the ground as she tried to hold herself up. The poor girl's tiny breasts stuck out from her chest. As the buzzing got louder, signifying the increase of speed, Ivana saw the girl begin to shake, her arms being tugged by the horrid device, and her ones scraping. Tears poured down her face as she was obviously struggling to find pleasure and ignore the pain of her strained body. Mallory listened to her Master's words, nodding and agreeing, blaming Ivana for her punishment.
Ivana, meanwhile, was staring in horror at what she'd done. The poor girl was crying out against the gag, sounds of pain and pleasure, like some sort of horror film. She barely had time to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, but the man's own psychotic behaviour. No, instead, Ivana cried out as she felt her legs strain from the new position. Her breasts were thrust out and she cried again when the clamp come off. It stung, to feel the blood rushing back into her nipples.
To her absolute horror, the milking device was latched to her breasts. She stared at her breast, trying to comprehend it. To her intense shame, the pain she had expected didn't come. It was a strong, tingling sensation tugging her breast. It was actually rather arousing, and she began to flush and bite her lip, trying to ignore the sensation. It didn't help when he suddenly stuck a vibrator in her panties. She gasped and moaned at that, shocked. Worse, still was the moan that escaped her lips and the humiliating song request.
Malloy immediately started counting from fourteen, however, she was extremely slow, and it was hard to tell what she was saying as her numbers were broken by her grunts and cries of pain. It was impossible to tell what number she was at, though it seemed a nine escaped her as Ivana recalled the rhyme.
"Huuuhmpy Duuhmpty sat on a wall," groaned Ivana, as she tried to hold her position and the juices ran down her legs from her vagina, "Huuhmpty Duumpthy, ahhh!" She moaned as the vibrator rubber her clit. She couldn't remember the rhyme, and worse, she fell over from her position, onto her side as a small flow of milk escaped into the suction cup. Ivana was horrified at the entire thing, and almost began to cry.
Ivana, meanwhile, was staring in horror at what she'd done. The poor girl was crying out against the gag, sounds of pain and pleasure, like some sort of horror film. She barely had time to convince herself that it wasn't her fault, but the man's own psychotic behaviour. No, instead, Ivana cried out as she felt her legs strain from the new position. Her breasts were thrust out and she cried again when the clamp come off. It stung, to feel the blood rushing back into her nipples.
To her absolute horror, the milking device was latched to her breasts. She stared at her breast, trying to comprehend it. To her intense shame, the pain she had expected didn't come. It was a strong, tingling sensation tugging her breast. It was actually rather arousing, and she began to flush and bite her lip, trying to ignore the sensation. It didn't help when he suddenly stuck a vibrator in her panties. She gasped and moaned at that, shocked. Worse, still was the moan that escaped her lips and the humiliating song request.
Malloy immediately started counting from fourteen, however, she was extremely slow, and it was hard to tell what she was saying as her numbers were broken by her grunts and cries of pain. It was impossible to tell what number she was at, though it seemed a nine escaped her as Ivana recalled the rhyme.
"Huuuhmpy Duuhmpty sat on a wall," groaned Ivana, as she tried to hold her position and the juices ran down her legs from her vagina, "Huuhmpty Duumpthy, ahhh!" She moaned as the vibrator rubber her clit. She couldn't remember the rhyme, and worse, she fell over from her position, onto her side as a small flow of milk escaped into the suction cup. Ivana was horrified at the entire thing, and almost began to cry.
Nathaniel reveled in the panicked look he saw in Mallory's eyes. The mistake that Ivana had committed was sure to be reason enough to punish Mallory even more. This was the sadistic rule he set forth, an attempt to break the blonde-haired Russian woman. Mallory had already been broken, almost instantly by promises of relief and being left almost constantly tied up. "What's that, dear? Can't stand straight? My, you ought to get your priorities straight, you whore." he said, kicking her in the gut lightly, smiling as he then turned to Mallory. He can already sense the dread that built up inside of her, as well as that orgasm.
"Having fun, Cunt?" he asked, smiling as he held her chin up, taking what looked like a machine with some knobs and blinking lights. On the ends were four circuit connectors, two black and two of them red. It was obvious just where these things would go... "Now now, just take a deep breath...breathe it in...good..." he said, smiling as he closed the jaws right around her nipples, clamping one red and one black onto her stiff, perky teats. Then, turning up the machine, it sent arousing yet intense shocks right onto her nipples, every so often it would cause shocks to go to her sensitive breasts. "That's right...squeal. Squeal like a piggy!"
His laughter was almost sickening. Turning his attention now to Ivana, he towered over her, smiling as he kissed her cheek. "It looks like you need to learn some discipline...why don't we start then?" he asked, taking an eyebolt, screwing it on the floor. He then took her hair, tied a pony tail, then tied the rope that connected her hair to the eyebolt, forcing her to look up and let the position tire out her neck. Surely this was going to result in one ugly neck strain. "That's right...feel it yet?" he asked, smiling as the machine continued to milk her sensitive breasts, turning up the vibrator even more. "Try tipping over again. I dare you."
Not to be outdone, he took a thick dowel, placing it on her mouth to bite down like a bar gag. "Now, if that slips off, you will be tortured. And you don't want Mallory to suffer anymore, no?" he asked, smiling as he ran his hand onto her pussy, "Good. Mallory, are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, taking a seat as he watched his two slaves suffer in their bondage. With her arms potentially able to choke her neck, placed in that cruel position with her head held up high, sitting on her haunches he wondered just how long Ivana could endure this before breaking...
"Having fun, Cunt?" he asked, smiling as he held her chin up, taking what looked like a machine with some knobs and blinking lights. On the ends were four circuit connectors, two black and two of them red. It was obvious just where these things would go... "Now now, just take a deep breath...breathe it in...good..." he said, smiling as he closed the jaws right around her nipples, clamping one red and one black onto her stiff, perky teats. Then, turning up the machine, it sent arousing yet intense shocks right onto her nipples, every so often it would cause shocks to go to her sensitive breasts. "That's right...squeal. Squeal like a piggy!"
His laughter was almost sickening. Turning his attention now to Ivana, he towered over her, smiling as he kissed her cheek. "It looks like you need to learn some discipline...why don't we start then?" he asked, taking an eyebolt, screwing it on the floor. He then took her hair, tied a pony tail, then tied the rope that connected her hair to the eyebolt, forcing her to look up and let the position tire out her neck. Surely this was going to result in one ugly neck strain. "That's right...feel it yet?" he asked, smiling as the machine continued to milk her sensitive breasts, turning up the vibrator even more. "Try tipping over again. I dare you."
Not to be outdone, he took a thick dowel, placing it on her mouth to bite down like a bar gag. "Now, if that slips off, you will be tortured. And you don't want Mallory to suffer anymore, no?" he asked, smiling as he ran his hand onto her pussy, "Good. Mallory, are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, taking a seat as he watched his two slaves suffer in their bondage. With her arms potentially able to choke her neck, placed in that cruel position with her head held up high, sitting on her haunches he wondered just how long Ivana could endure this before breaking...