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A Punishment fit for a Sister (QB and Angel)

Hope heard the conversation end and she flushed a deep red, knowing that they were talking about what had happened the other night, she was still peeved about that, it wasn't her fault and she wanted to march straight up to Christopher and call him names, make him tell Rebecca that he was the one behind it. Though, she knew that if she didn't watch her mouth she'd be gagged and punished as she continued into the kitchen, opening up some cupboards to find something to eat. Then she heard the conversation end and heard footsteps, a moment later she felt hands close gently around her wrists as she looked at him when he kissed her cheek, she was surprised and thought that maybe, just maybe, he was going to start being nicer to her. She allowed him to scoop her up and she flushed slightly as she nodded, she was exhausted from the activities of this morning and her eyes closed as he laid her down on the bed, as she dozed and rested for a few moments. She heard his return and she opened her eyes and took the food as she murmured, "thank you." Though, she was suspicious of the sudden turn in attitude and personality, as it often meant he wanted something from her, whether it be for her to comply or for her to play along with something. She was in the middle of eating as she heard his question and she nearly choked on the food that she was chewing on. She forced it down with a swallow and looked at him, her eyes wide, but then again, if he did take her friend, he'd be paying attention to her rather than Hope. She bit her lower lip as she looked down, she didn't want her friend to suffer the same fate that Hope had suffered for 3 months already.

She looked up and then murmured, a slight tremble going through her, "But.....you have me, why can't you leave Rebecca out of this?" She asked, choosing her words carefully so she didn't get into trouble. What she really wanted to say was, "don't you dare touch her, she's my friend." But she knew that would get her into deep trouble as she took another bite, chewing it and she nodded when he told her to behave, as she finished her food and passed her plate over to him. She pulled the blankets up around her as she snuggled into them, her eyes closing once more as she soon fell asleep, wondering what he had plans for Rebecca tonight as she shivered again. She wrapped the blankets tighter and slept, knowing she would need it for whatever he had planned for tonight.

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Rebecca smiled and nodded as she murmured, "Well, alright, I can come over." She heard slight interest in his voice and she wondered for a moment if he had a crush on her too. It almost made her swoon and then almost as quickly as she had heard it, had had hug up. She still had plenty of time and so she tossed her phone onto her bed. She lived in a small studio apartment, had been living there since she was 17 years old when she became an emancipated minor. Don't get her wrong, she knew that she should be grateful that her adoptive parents, or her adoptive mom had adopted her, but how could she when as soon as she got to her new house at the age of 12, her "mom" begin drinking. Beforehand, DeeDee had been a drunk, an alcoholic, but Rebecca had wanted a home and had gone with her. She showed her gratitude every time she had to peel Dee Dee from the sidewalk when she was smashed, but then she just got tired of it and emancipated herself, moving out as soon as she found the studio apartment in the paper. It had been hard work, and she had two jobs, one during the week at the elderly home, the graveyard shift, where she earned 9.25 an hour. Another during the weekends, a day shift at a retail store where she earned 8.25 an hour, and school on top of it all. She had to pay for rent, for groceries for everything, but it was all worth it when she realized that she didn't live with her alcoholic mother anymore.

Today, was one of her first days off and so she flopped over in bed and went back to sleep, her hair mussed up, and still in her pajamas, she had 6 more hours before she had to get up and get ready to go over to Hope's and Chris's house.
 
When she asked why he wanted Rebecca, he smiled, his hand almost withdrawing back as if to strike her cheek, instead moving forward to gently stroke her cheek and rub her affectionately. "There there, Hope, are you really going to ask your master that?" he spoke gently, as if trying to be consoling. "Well, Hope, even I have desire to have more. Isn't it just natural? People want more money, more fame, more of something. I'm sure you'd want more time to rest even when I've given you time to rest already...likewise..." he whispered, softly reaching over and stroking her cheek, as if trying to catch a tear. "...I want more. I know you have limits, so I need someone I don't have to hold back on...and your friend happens to be that. Tell you what...if you help me, I will treat you nicely unless you arouse my anger. If you submit, I will definitely treat you well and punish you only when you need to be." A deal with the devil, for sure. "I won't judge you if you disagree, just make your choice~"

"I'll give you until you wake up to decide." he whispered, walking away as he then went to spend some time in preparing the food, imagining with an erection all of the things he'd do to the two of them; suspension with ropes? Perhaps forced orgasms until she fainted? Or 24 hour sensory deprivation? The possibilities were endless! When he finished, he let the stroganoff simply cool off as he walked upstairs, right where she was asleep. There, he began to gently finger his slave, his hands playing with her small yet sensitive breasts, her tight pussy ever a pleasure to softly stroke. He fingered in a way that wasn't excessive to pull her out of her sleep, but enough to make her moisten down low.

With her confirmation, he simply left her partially aroused as he prepared everything: ropes, gags, the vibrators and the chemical. He had a plan already prepared, smiling as he held a vibrator remote. He wanted to make it subtle to force her into surrender quickly. But, he would take his time for this, wanting to savor every moment of her struggle. The predicaments were set, the 'cube' was ready and everything was set. All that was needed was the girl who would inhabit the torture mechanisms. When he felt it was close enough, he walked up towards Hope, rousing her to wakefulness. "Wake up, Hope. Why don't you take a bath so you'll be clean and all when she comes over?" he asked, smiling. "Anything for desert tonight you want?" he asked, wondering if he should order, considering it was a good hour or two until she would arrive.
 
Hope had heard him speaking even as she had dozed off and had felt his hand stroking her cheek as a shiver went down her spine. She wanted him to be nice to her, she wanted it so badly, but badly enough to turn against her own friend? She let her mind drift listlessly as she let the worry slip away with the sleep. She slept soundly through the day and then several hours later she felt something in her nether regions, something rubbing her and rubbing her breasts. She let out a moan as she rolled over in her sleep, but she didn't arise from her rest as she let out another moan, her juices dripping ever so slightly. She heard rustling in her sleep, but slept soundly, until the 7th hour when she felt someone shaking her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked a Christopher, and then looked past him, seeing tools spread out across the floor. Her eyes widened and she murmured, "Dear lord, you're actually going to take Rebecca tonight? She won't like it, at all. She may like you, have a crush on you, but if you get on her bad side, she can be a stubborn bitch." She cringed at the memory of the one real big fight that Rebecca and her had got in. She nodded and sat up in bed as she stood up and went towards the bathroom to wash up when she heard his question. She stopped and turned and bit her lower lip, she liked this Chris, this one was nice and kind, caring and loving, she nodded and murmured, "yes please, a chocolate cake, german chocolate with coconut, if that's possible." She chewed on her lower lip as she went into the restroom, closed the door, and started a bath, soon sinking into the hot water as her muscles relaxed and she sighed, enjoying the bath as she washed herself.
 
When he heard the possibility of the girl Rebecca being too much to handle, he chortled at the thought. She looked so innocent with her hair braided like that...maybe there really was more fight in her than he thought. But of course, that was to be expected. Not that it matters, a challenge was always something to look forward to. "Heheh. I've broken you, so I'm confident I can break her." he said, smiling. His regimen was relentless and brutal. Oftentimes she would be imprisoned for upwards to twenty hours, aroused for almost that time and forced to orgasm until she couldn't think straight. "I'll enjoy the challenge. But for now...I've got myself a cake to buy." He didn't even need to leash her down now; she was so obedient she would obey and not resist him.

"I'll be back~ Just get the table ready. And remember; think carefully of your place here in this house. Your friend will soon join you, why expect anything different from what's going to happen to you?" he asked, smiling as he closed the door. Walking to the supermarket, he made the purchases needed, and a little bit of orange juice. He wanted to make this evening subtle and...enjoyable for the two of them. Returning home soon after, he returned to see the table made, Hope dressed well and prepared for their little...endeavor. "Remember...if you help me with this, I'll keep your secrets hidden...and...maybe..." he whispered, softly and affectionately kissing her. "Just maybe...I may find pity for you." he whispered as he, in preparation, readied the tools and the medicine as he heard the door ringing just half an hour soon. And it was then that he put up his nice guy act.

"Ahh, welcome, Rebecca! You look absolutely stunning tonight!"
 
Hope bit her lower lip as she glanced down, she hated the term broken, but it was true that she didn't fight back anymore because of the fear that she'd be punished for it. She looked up and nodded, as she shivered at his words as she chewed on her lower, swallowing hard, a tremor going through her. She bathed and finished, dressing up in a nice, smooth black dress with black high heels, she went down and set the table for the three of them as she sat down, taking her place at the table. She shivered as she heard his whisper in her ear and she knew what secret he was talking about, the one that would get her locked up for life for first-degree murder. She felt him kiss her softly and affectionately on the cheek and she swallowed hard, she didn't want to turn against her best friend, but she wanted the pity, she wanted the kindness to last and so she would play along, and make it so Rebecca didn't suspect anything. She heard the doorbell ring and she heard Chris out in the living room, putting on his act.

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Rebecca had rung the doorbell and smiled when Chris opened the door and then flushed a deep red as he told her that she looked beautiful. She smiled and murmured, flustered, "thank you." She giggled softly, she had choose a silver dress that hugged her curves along with black high heels that clicked when she walked, her hair was down in waves, rather than braids as she stepped inside the house and went over to Hope and smiled, giving her a quick hug as she sat down beside her and smiled as she asked, "do you have your homework for biology done for tomorrow?" She looked at Chris, again becoming twitter-pated as she let out a sigh and looked back at Hope as she waited for an answer, and soon received one in which she said, "well yeah I have, duh, haha so how was your day." Rebecca smiled and said, "Well, my dad was great, the first day off in a long time actually so I slept all day, but it's alright," she looked at Christopher, and asked, "how was your day, Chris?"
 
She sure sealed her fate when he had seen that she had a cute fluster about her cheeks. She truly was into him...if he did this correctly, he might end up falling for him, becoming his sex slave to go along with Hope. "Come in, come in!" He tried not to sound perverted with his compliment, smiling as the two embraced kindly. "I'll let you two become re-acquainted. I'll just prepare dinner in a bit. Need some water, Rebecca?" he asked, smiling as he slipped a pill onto her drink, watching it fizzle and dissolve into a clear liquid. It was meant to be a slow-acting knock-out drug, perfect for setting up a crime that he wasn't going to have a hand in. Returning to the two, he handed the water towards Rebecca, smiling wittily for a moment when she drank. Now, she would get progressively faint as the time went on...

"So, your walk over here was just fine, no?" he asked, smiling as he took the glasses from the two, instead taking a seat. "Dinner'll be ready in just a few moments." he said, walking away. By now she should start feeling alot more woozy than before, like the onset of a suddenly powerful headache. He had just the plan and as he walked to the kitchen, he smiled. It would only be a matter of time before this night of torture began...
 
Rebecca smiled as she nodded and murmured, "well, yes, please can I get some water?" She could hear him pouring the water, but she didn't see him slip the pill into her drink. She took it with a thank you and started to drink, unaware of the drug as she finished it and handed him the glass. She smiled and murmured, "Well my walk here was alright......." She trailed off as she swayed on her feet, suddenly dizzy and woozy, and she blinked, wondering if she was getting the flu that Hope had, had yesterday. She gripped the back of the chair as she slowly sat down in it, putting a hand to her forehead to check to see if she was running a fever. She bit her lower lip as she nodded and murmured, "Well, alright, maybe some food will help me out, I think I am getting what Hope was getting, but I'm not running a fever, so I can stay for dinner because I am not contagious." She shrugged and gave a sheepish smile as she sat up, still feeling dizzy as she looked at Hope, patting the chair next to her, gesturing for her to sit down.

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Hope wanted to stop Rebecca from drinking the water, wanted to warn her, to shout out, but she fought the urge back, biting her lower lip as she forced a smile as she frowned, concerned as she wobbled on her feet. When she mentioned that she might be getting what Hope had, had Hope murmured, "oh dear, I'm sorry Rebecca, I didn't mean to make you sick." She frowned and when Rebecca shrugged and smiled, gesturing for her to sit down as she took her chair besides her and looked at her, still concerned. She knew what it was, it was a drug that her brother had put in her drink and she realized that Chris was going to take her tonight. She chewed on her lower lip, smiled sheepishly and shrugged again as she looked around, watching for her brother to bring their plates and their dinners as she rubbed Rebecca's back reassuringly as she hid the worry in her eyes. She knew that this night was going to be hell for her best friend and Hope had to fight the urge to pull Rebecca to her feet and push her out the door, order her to go home. She knew that if she did that, she'd be the one going through hell, and her secrets would be spilled, where she would face life in prison for first-degree murder of her father as she swallowed hard and turned to look back at Rebecca, smiling as she asked, "So how's your senior project coming along?"
 
"A-are you sure? I can drive you back home if you're not feeling well..." Only a devil could pretend that he cared for her after he had set the conditions for her to fall into his trap; a slave to be molested and used without consideration for her own safety. She looked a bit flustered, the medicine was truly working her in now. Moment by moment, her strength was slowly sapped, as the dizzying headache grew stronger and stronger. "Hm? Senior project? What do you mean?" he asked, curiously, as he began to take the pot out of the element to serve. It was then that he realized that the drug was truly working now. "R-rebecca? Are you okay?!" he cried out, in surprise. The last thing she should hear was just that before she blacked out. With that done, he smiled wickedly. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to suffer for a bit tonight..." he said, smiling as he picked up his tools...

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The first night of Rebecca's torture had begun. Discarded from her was her pretty little dress, her high heels thrown aside. While unconscious, she was drugged up a little more, with Hope assisting in enemas to clean up her little bum and her stomach, her body groomed and fitted with a ball gag and a pair of earplugs. Fully encased in darkness, with all but her sense of smell and touch impaired, the intensity of the pleasures she was to feel was sure to be amplified. This was how Hope was, initially, trained at first: deprived of all senses and overwhelmed with arousal.

With her arms bound to a reverse prayer position, straddling a sybian she was forced to endure a near-constant source of arousal against her now aroused pussy. Thinly covered by her panties, her features almost instantly reacted, her pussy moist and her nipples poking out against the cups of her bra. The reason why she was not blindfolded was for her to see her friend, Hope, bound exactly on the same way: straddling the sybian, blindfolded, gagged and earplugged. The same, was soon to happen to her. "Having a fun time, slave?" asked a distorted voice of a man wearing a clown mask. Chris had been quick to act, taking the blindfold with him. "Suffer along with your friend here. Then I might consider ending your life just like I did to your boyfriend..." he whispered, slowly putting on the blindfold as the two now struggling, were forced to endure their respective sybian's harsh and arousing vibrations.
 
Rebecca was progressively getting worse and worse as a small moan escaped from between her lips and she felt feverish, flushed. She laid her head down on the table as she groaned again, as she heard Chris's words before her eyes fluttered closed and blackness completely enveloped her. She let out one last moan before she completely blacked out...................................................................

Rebecca woke up with a gag in her mouth and ear plugs on and her eyesight was blurry, but she could feel the cool air in the room and knew that she was naked. She blinked and her eyesight cleared as she felt something vibrating deep inside her as she squirmed, realizing her arms were bound behind her back and she felt empty, and yet, full at the same time. Her ass hurt and she felt bloated as she let out a muffled whimper as she focused on a man in front of her wearing a clown mask. She shrunk back from him, but wasn't able to move as she let out a muffled moan, her face becoming a mask of fear and panic, she knew that she had to get away. She saw Hope, but she was blindfolded and her eyes widened as she begin to struggled and groan, her juices dripping as the arousal continued as she tried to buck, struggle and get away from this madmen. Her heart plummeted as he mentioned killing Chris and she swallowed hard as she trembled violently. She struggled fervently, tears welling in her eyes as they rolled down her face and she tried to struggle harder as he picked up the blindfold and tried to put it on. She moved her neck and her head, shaking and nodding them to make it harder for him to put the blindfold on and then she tried to headbutt him, moving her head back and bringing it forward with force, but she missed and it only increased the raging headache that she had from the drugs left over in her system as he put on the blindfold. She let out another muffled whimper and struggled and squirmed, moans coming from her from the sybian that she was straddled on, as she shivered, moaned, groaned and struggled in the bindings.

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Hope bit her lower lip as her friend blacked out and she looked at Chris as he picked her up with ease, she tried to protest, "please.........don't hurt her." But her protest fell on deaf ears as she knew that she had no choice but to follow her brother into the living room where she watched him setting up the tools. She heard him asking for help and she shook her head at first, not wanting to hurt her friend, but she then reluctantly joined in, in assisting with the enemas as she hoped that, perhaps, if she helped a little bit, he would have mercy on her tonight. She had been wrong, as soon as he was done setting Rebecca up on the Sybian and binding her, gagging her and putting in the earplugs, of course, after stripping off her clothes, he had turned to her. Hope had tried to back up, pleading with him as she whimpered out, "I helped you, and.....and I don't get a reward, please...............you said if I helped you, you'd have pity on me, have mercy on me." She knew that if she fought back he would eventually win and make her punishment worse, he was bigger and stronger than she was and she whimpered out again as she stumbled back and then stopped as she knew that if she eluded him, it'd be worse for her as well. She squeezed her eyes shut as he begin to set up the tools that she would need and begin to strip off her clothes as well, but she was naked this time. She swallowed hard as he made her mount and straddle the sybian and then he had begun to bind her. She whimpered out as he then blindfolded her, put in earplugs and put in a ballgag.

She trembled and tried to murmur, but it came out garbled, "pease......pease don ooo isss." But she could soon feel the vibrations start up as she moaned out, shaking her head, her juices beginning to drip as she squirmed and struggled against the bindings. She moaned out again, drool dripping down her chin as she squirmed and after about 20 minutes, she orgasmed for the first time, the first of many as she let out a cry, muffled and pleading as she shook her head, unable to hear, see or speak as moans came from her, her juices dripping heavily, her body still flushed from the orgasm, sweat slowly dripping down her forehead, matting her bangs to her skin as she let out muffled, pleading moans, as she was jerked away from cloud 9 and slowly rose the sybian again, slowly, agonizingly building up to another climax.
 
Of course, he got the dirty stuff done, like forcing her to expel the enema, but overall, without her help setting up and grabbing the tools that he needed, he would not have done this all within the time. He almost felt...bad for Hope. After all, he had promised to have more leniency with her. "Well, my dear...you are still a slave. I don't have to abide by my promises, but...since you did well, I'll go easy on you." he assured her, as she was fixed up onto the sybian. Tying his subservient slave with ease, with a quick flick of the engines their vibrators began, as Rebecca awakened along with the vibrations slowly bringing her to climax. Yes, it was wonderful seeing her struggle, her breathing slowly causing her to salivate from the ball gag. Yes, the embarrassment was to set in, along with the feeling of having orgasmed, bound up and exposed before a camera he held to record her first forced orgasm. Of course, she couldn't see it, nor hear him, but he would relish watching her first moments as she, in total deprivation, was forced to orgasm before a total stranger and potentially, a rapist.

This was the first phase of her 'training' ; forced orgasms for 72 hours in that position, bound and deprived of almost all of her senses. With her appendix cleared of waste, he could just feed her liquefied food. Given a chance to go take a pee every ten hours or so, feeding would occur from a tube that would go into a small hole in her ball-gag, to feed her smoothies that was sure to replenish her energy...and sexual vitality. Meanwhile, he would further his slave's education and to cement her place as his slut, occasionally leaving the two to suffer together. Like right now.

"How are my slaves doing?" he asked, audible enough to be heard from the earplugs. He made the dungeon look alot like the decrepit remains of an old cement factory: concrete flooring and walls, spotty lightning and a cold, empty atmosphere. Almost two hours since their incarceration, he made sure to push in the earplugs, after noticing that she reacted to his previous words before. Then, with that, he removed Hope from her bindings, slowly helping her up. She wasn't going to walk straight after a few forced and consecutive orgasms...but instead, he kissed her passionately, with love and care. "Thank you for suffering for me." he whispered, romantically, as if to show her his good side. "I'm sorry, Hope, but you will have to endure this. As a slave. But I promise you...I will treat you well." he whispered, gently leading her outside, where he prepared a little something, all while watching the Circuit TV recording of Rebecca, errantly twitching with every forced and consecutive orgasm that furthered her sensitivity to the arousal...
 
Hope heard his words and she swallowed hard as a muffled whimper came from her as she was brought up to another climax. She shivered and let out muffled moans as her body flushed once more and she squirmed as she climaxed once more, orgasming again. Her juices squirting over the floor once more as she moaned out and trembled. She could only imagine what Rebecca was going through, what she would be put through and a pang of regret and guilt went through her as she knew that she had been a part in helping Chris lead Rebecca into the trap. She let out a muffled whimpering moan as the cloud 9 effect lasted about a second before she was forced once more by the vibrations to drop down and rise back up to a climax. She heard his question and she let out a whimpering moan once again as she squirmed and writhed against the machine, trying to resist another orgasm, but failing as her body flushed, shivers and trembles going through her as another one swept through her, her juices once again, exploding over the floor, and her legs as she counted eight of them in the two hours and her eyes were glossy and glazed over, fluttering as she was weak, almost about to pass out as she let out a weakened moan. She then felt him untying her and she squirmed slightly as she swallowed hard and got up with his help, stumbling, her legs like jello after the forced, consecutive orgasms. She blinked her eyes, worked her jaw, and reached up to rub her ears as suddenly he kissed her.

She was surprised at the tenderness behind it as she let out a soft moan, hearing his next words as she knew that even though he had Rebecca, he'd still treat her as a slave. She let out a whimper as she nodded in understanding and followed him outside of the room, with his help, her legs still trembling slightly as she leaned against the arm of the couch while he prepared her something to eat as she looked away from the screen, hating that she had helped him. Perhaps, perhaps if she had just taken Rebecca home, had ran out the door with her, had done anything, she could have saved her from this as she looked down, blinking back tears, but still they rolled down her cheeks.

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Rebecca let out a muffled moan, drool dripping down her chin as she was slowly brought closer and closer to an orgasm with every passing minute on the vibrations. She shivered and moaned, whimpering as she knew that a maniac was watching her and then she heard his words and she shivered as she murmured, "o..o.......ot......oood." It was a rough translation of "not good." And Rebecca realized that she wouldn't be able to speak with this thing on. She pressed her tongue against it, trying to get it out, but she found it strapped tightly to her mouth as she pressed her tongue against it again in the feeble hopes that she'd be able to push it out. She moaned out as her body flushed, shivered, trembled and shook, and then there was an explosion, warm, wet liquid squirting all over the floor and her legs. She whimpered and squirmed, feeling a sense of elation that only lasted seconds before she was dropped back down and brought slowly, agonizingly to another orgasm as she counted 4 times that she orgasmed before she felt him push her earplugs in deeper.

Her eyes were glazed and fluttering as she squirmed and struggled, weakened after 4, as she swallowed hard, panic rising inside her. How long was he going to keep her here, like this? She was already feeling weak, was she going to pass out, and what about school and work? She trembled violently, suddenly wishing that she could go home and go back to bed, and wishing that this was just a night mare that she would just wake up from. She squirmed, but each time she did, it caused her pain to go through her arms as they were bound in such an odd way behind her back. She swallowed hard as she groaned once more, another orgasm pushing it's way through as she cried out, orgasming for the fifth time. She moaned out, sweat dripping down her forehead, she was unaccustomed to this many, not even accustomed to one and by this time, her panties were thoroughly soaked through, her legs warm with the sticky liquid and chafing slightly with each writhing movement as she moaned out and whimpered out a plea, trying to see if anyone was in the room that would take mercy on her.
 
The worst part of the torture that Rebecca was going through wasn't necessarily the arousal, it was mostly the mind breaking that followed it: kept in bondage for almost 3 days, robbed of most of her senses and made to eat liquefied foods. While to them it would just be three days, 72 hours in that kind of bondage coupled with forced orgasms would make it feel almost like a week. After one session of such, Hope became alot more compliant and he hoped Rebecca would too, but he had other ideas to make her torture equally interesting. Fixing up some food for her, he gave Hope a bit to drink. "Isn't it lovely? She continues to struggle even though it's hopeless...she'll be a very interesting toy. Don't you agree?" he was quick to softly caress her chin, raising her head up to look his way.

"What did you want to eat?" he asked, cleaning away her plate, after their little dinner session was finished by the sudden change in the scenery, atleast for Rebecca. Hope must feel so tired at this point that she could collapse, but he would give her the right to sleep soundly for tonight. "Lose your guilt. The faster you forget about Rebecca, the better for you." he said, smiling. "Go to sleep after eating, alright? I've got a little fun to play." he said, kissing her forehead enticingly. Atleast she wasn't being sent to endure the same torture or to help in such...

Of course, she wouldn't hear of his presence, what with wrestling against the forced arousal and the seemingly endless bondage she endured. Reaching out, with a slight buckle he removed her ball gag, throwing it to the floor and letting her catch a breath. When it became obvious she wanted more, he shoved a ring-gag into her mouth, forcing her jaw wide open to whatever intrusions he planned. Taking a jug of thick liquid, he shoved a thick flexible tube into her mouth, feeding her the thick sloshy combination. He made it to taste like semen, yet it gave the same nutritional value as a power shake. It was also laced with a drug that quickened her heartbeat, forcing her to stay awake throughout her endeavor. He would change her position when he feels she needs it, but with that, she was to endure without the solace of blacking out so easily. And thus, he sat back, watching her endure three more orgasms...in the dark, cold, alone and forced.
 
Hope shivered as she heard him returned and she accepted the glass of water as she felt his caress on her chin and she looked up at him. She took a drink of her water, she was exhausted and weary, as she swallowed hard, tears rolling down her face. She wished that she had never helped him, and had saved her friend, as she heard his words. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, but it was easier said than done as she wondered what tortures Rebecca would have to endure tonight, she felt the pang of guilt and regret. She nodded as he left the room as he kissed her forehead and she stumbled to her room, falling down against the bed. She wondered if she could do anything and then an idea popped into her head, but she dismissed it because even if she managed to sneak out and alarm the police, who would believe her? Her brother was a well-respected and well-known surgeon and she sighed, well at least she could get dressed and she wouldn't have to walk around naked anymore. She pulled on her clothes as she got out of bed and then she fell back onto it, sleeping in a pair of sweats, panties, a bra, and a tank top as she curled up and fell fast asleep, exhausted and weary.

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Rebecca struggled and squirmed, muffled whimpers coming from her as she shuddered and shivered, trembling slightly, rising to her sixth orgasm before she felt the ball gag come out. She took a breath, and took several as then she felt someone shove a ring gag on her mouth, forcing her jaw open as she tried to pull back before they could strap it into place. She couldn't see the person or hear the person and she let out another muffled whimper as they managed to strap it into place. She gagged violently as she felt them shove a tube into her mouth and then convulsed, and heaved at the foul tasting liquid that came from the tube. She was forced to swallow it, because she knew that it was either swallowing it or choking on it and she didn't want to choke on it. She couldn't close her mouth against the sloshing liquid as she let out a gurgling whimper. She could feel something happening to her, her heartbeat speeding up as her eyes, which had been fluttering behind the blindfold, snapped wide open.

Sweat accumulated on her forehead and rolled down the sides of her face as her heart beat at a wild, fast beat as she whimpered out and squirmed, bucking in the restraints. A cry coming from her as she suffered from another orgasm, her juices coming from her in an explosion, soaking her panties as her body became flushed once more and she breathed heavily, trembling as she was forced to ride and rise up to two more orgasms as she jolted violently, crying out again, whimpering as she realized that she wouldn't be able to pass out from exhaustion, whatever was in that drink, that liquid was keeping her awake through every orgasm and she whimpered in fear as she strained and tried to hear someone, something, anything beyond the earplugs and the blindfold.
 
He could, quite literally, watch on for hours on end: the way her body would futilely struggle, drooling as her liquids dripped, soaking her inner thighs and legs as she crested each orgasm ferociously. This was true, sheer torture. And from the way she whined, she groaned and struggled, she probably was never used to feeling these orgasms before. While he could talk, he simply remained in silence, as if leaving her all alone in this world, forced only to endure the maddening pace of the arousal. The drugs made her body clock into overdrive, sweat pooling along with her juices and drool. How long would Rebecca last, bound in this position?

Then, at last, contact; his hand softly fanned right over hers, softly rubbing her scalp. Loosening one earplug, he whispered softly "Good night..." before screwing it back on, pumping more of the semen-like fluid right through her open maw. It would take a good hour or two until the drug's effects faded, but given the time and how late it was, that was ample time to 'punish' and condition her. Perhaps by tomorrow she would be a little more subservient and obeying to her new 'master'. With that, he left, condemning Rebecca to a night of endless orgasms.

She may not have noticed this, but for Hope, another figure softly lay beside her, hands gently prodding and stroking, hoping to cause an asleep Hope to react to their fondling. Chris really did love the situation; two sex slaves, one about to be broken making great progress! Could this month get any better?
 
Rebecca whimpered, moaned and whined as she was forced to endure orgasm after orgasm, each time squirting as her body flushed and tremors shook through her body. Each time, her legs and inner thighs getting soaked, only to dry and get sticky with her juices only to have more, fresh juices squirt out once more as she realized that she was alone in the room as she swallowed hard, unable to close her mouth, the tube still resting in her mouth. She was covered with juices, drool, and sweat, all mingling together as she whimpered and moaned again, then she felt a hand brush against her head, rubbing it as she shivered and cringed away from the touch, unable to see and untrusting of the strange hand. She felt him loosen an earplug and her eyes widened beneath the blindfold as she heard his whispered words, saying good night, he was going to leave her in here all night?

She felt him screw it back in and then gagged and heaved as he pumped more of the liquid into her through the tube as she was forced to swallow it again. She felt her heartbeat stutter and then become faster as she whimpered out and shook her head, a whimpering plead coming from her. "easss...........ooo. on't eaveee meee." But it was too late as she heard the faint, very faint, click of a door and she knew that she was truly alone now as sweat pooled and dripped down her forehead with the drug's effects and she whimpered as she rode through several orgasms through the rest of the night as she squirmed in the restraints, the ropes rubbing and burning her wrists. She whimpered in pain and could feel her eyes brimming up with tears, what had she done wrong? What had caused her to deserve this? She had two jobs, had her own place, was successful as a young adult and got good grades in school, why would someone do this to her? She felt the tears roll down, only to be absorbed by the blindfold as she whimpered, squirmed, and rode through orgasms throughout the rest of the night.

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Hope was sound asleep but she felt someone's hand stroking and prodding at her clothed sex and a soft moan came from her as she stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering before they closed again and her juices begin to drip lightly, her panties becoming wet and slowly her pajama pants. She moaned out again, shivers going through her as she squirmed in her sleep, found a position and went back to sleep. The heat of her arousal, and her juices could be felt radiating from the pajama pants as she was glad that she had put them on, for some protection as she slept once again soundly.
 
And although her sleep was peaceful, no doubt it was not the case for their lovely visitor, Rebecca, who downstairs continued to endure mindless arousal and endless orgasms complimenting her hellish torture. Forced to cum again and again and again, the agony showed no end in sight until the medicine managed to fade away, but by the time she would have cummed too many times to track! And thus, atleast, her exhausted body would be given momentary solace. But it was a different story for Hope, who was molested even as she slept. And when daylight came, he decided, instead, to leave her with a few options: with an apron, a pair of handcuffs, some tape, a vibrator plus remote and a ball gag was on the floor, he hoped she knew what she had to have on before going downstairs for breakfast.

So, instead, he went to visit his slave. It seemed like fate wasn't at her side at all: she was still dangling, bound upwards it didn't look like she got the rest she required, even as the sybian vibrated weakly under diminishing battery life. Instead, he softly molested her, the first touch she invariably felt up until now. What 5 hours to him could be an entire day to a girl who was deprived of all senses and made to feel arousal with all of her attention focused upon her sense of touch.

"Wake up, slut." he said, not even caring if she heard him as she was led to the bathroom, her slutty soaked panties tossed aside as she was maneuvered to the toilet, where she did her business. When done, he then picked her up by her hair, taking a collar and leashing her up. "Walk, you whore." Her arms were discoloring, for sure their circulation was cut for long. So, with that, he released her ropes, yet still he insisted on making her walk on her weak legs. Then, with that, he removed her blindfold, making her look right at the 'enslaved' Hope. "Welcome to the first day of your training, Slut. From now on, your name is now Slut 2. Is that clear? Nod if it is." he said, his voice menacing. "If you fuck up once, I'll make you ride that until you get the message."

Perhaps by now she knew what 'that' referred to.
 
Hope moaned out in her sleep again as the prodding continued, and she squirmed, her juices continuing their steady drip. Then she felt it stop, and heard a rustling before she opened her eyes, yawned and stretched, sitting up. She saw what was laid out on the ground and a sharp shiver ran through her as she bit her lower lip, she didn't want to wear any of the tools or things laid out on the ground, but she knew that if she didn't, she'd get punished. She got up and slowly undressed, a bit nervously, as she bent down and picked up the apron, tying it around her now naked form, before she picked up the vibrator and trembled slightly as she pushed it in, looking down at the remote. as she put it into her pocket and then she picked up the ball-gag and strapped it on. She let out a muffled whimper, hating how she'd become so tame and wishing she had the courage to fight back, but she knew what he was capable of and what he could do to her if she fought back. Then she headed downstairs, trembling slightly and wanting to go back up and put on her clothes once again. However, she forced herself to continue to the kitchen, where she started to make breakfast as she heard him and Rebecca walk into the room. She felt regret and guilt once again as she turned and saw the state Rebecca was in and she turned back around to continue cooking breakfast.

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Rebecca squirmed and struggled against the endless torture, her arms beginning to go numb and beginning to tingle, and orgasm after orgasm exploded from her. She had lost count, but eventually the drugs wore off and the vibrator begin to lose it's battery power as she slumped, her eyes fluttering closed. Behind the blindfold, her eyes were glazed over and fluttering rapidly as she moaned out weakly, swaying dangerously, and, yet, kept up by the bindings and the sybian. She jolted awake when she felt a light touch against her sensitive and swollen lips and she groaned out as she squirmed, whimpering as she felt someone pull her up and off of the sybian and she stumbled blindly along with him as she felt him take off her soaked panties, she shuddered and then she felt a toilet seat and she let out a muffled whimper as she realized that she did have to go, badly. She went pee and then she felt grip her hair and pull her up as she felt something slide around her neck.

She heard his words, but faintly through the earplugs as she winced and nodded, stumbling forward as she felt him release the ropes binding her arms. She whimpered as she instinctively brought her hands in front of her, messaging them and rubbing them as she stumbled forward, about ready to collapse as she felt him take off her blindfold and she saw Hope making breakfast. She blinked and then looked at the man holding her as she realized it was Christopher, her heart plummeted with dread, how could she have been a fool? She had, had a crush on him and still sorta did, but how couldn't she have seen pass his smiles and his charm. She heard his words as she flinched at his threat and she slowly nodded, trembling slightly. She didn't want to go back to riding that.
 
When he noticed the despair in her eyes, he felt a very strong high wash over him. "Surprised, whore?" he asked, gently stroking her chin, making her turn to look up at him. "You must be pretty excited, to be pleasured by me...well, like my slut here has learned, if you're very obedient I will be nice enough to you...otherwise you'll get to see my bad side." If she wanted a demonstration, she could easily use the torture she endured just last night as reference. "Now, slave, since you're still new here, this will be your diet." he told her, taking out a small pail that reeked of sex and strong alcohol: it was the same consistency as the thing she was fed last night, but it lacked a certain odor. "When you're suffering, I add some semen into this mixture along with some stimulants to keep you up...maybe you'll end up getting hooked onto this, like some of the other girls I played with!" That was true: had pictures of other slave girls he had tortured, yet he implied that they were all murdered, but with a man like him, it was uncertain at best.

But the one thing certain was that he was going to torture and make full use of her slender body.

"Now, for your training, you usually perform something in return to eating, using the bathroom and such. You usually say 'Thank you master'. Now Repeat after me. 'Thank you master' ." he said, smiling as he, with the snap of a finger, told his slave Hope, "Kneel." He told her, at best, to assume the submissive's position as he had taught her. "You are to assume this everytime you await for me or when I command you to kneel, understood?" he asked, softly stroking Rebecca's chin, feeling some of the drool drip as he then pinched Hope's right nipple through the apron. "The faster you learn, the less painful this will be. Now, for you, Rebecca..."

He told her, smiling, "Masturbate in front of master." Of course, he was going to punish her as they went; if she did not say 'yes Master' she would definitely be punished. "You, Slut 1, you are to prepare the table." he said, as he took out a tube and a funnel. "Time to feed~" he told her, not caring if she tried to masturbate or to defy. Either way, if she resisted or not, she would be fed the thick, musky, semen-like solution.
 
Rebecca felt him tilt her head up and she shivered as she shook her head, swallowing hard against the fear she felt as she knew that if she messed up, she'd go back to endure that torture. She looked into the pail and she almost convulsed, dry heaving at the smell of it a she took a step back, her eyes wide with terror as she shook her head, swallowing hard again, the ring gag causing her to drool and her whimpers to come out misunderstood and garbled as she looked to Hope. She saw the guilt and regret in Hope's eyes and she wanted to go over to her and hug her, try to make it clear that she forgave her, but then she heard his words and she looked at him, as she murmured, her words again muffled, and garbled. "an.....ank ouu........Aser." She was reluctant to say Master because he wasn't her Master, she didn't want him to be as she felt him stroking her chin after she watched Hope get into a kneeling position.

Why didn't Hope fight back, or do something? She wondered how long Hope had, had to live in this hellish torture and she could only guess, seeing as she didn't fight back. She slowly lowered to her knees as she heard his words and she tried to shake her head, trembling, she didn't want to masturbate, but then she caught a glance from Hope and saw the slight panic in her eyes. She could tell that Hope didn't want her suffering as she reached down with a shaking and tingling hand and started to rub herself as a muffled moan left her lips. THen she felt him shove the assembly of the tube and the funnel into her mouth through the ring gag and she shook her head fervently as she looked at him, a whimpering plea leaving her lips, she didn't want to eat or drink the vile liquid, but knew that in the end she didn't have a choice as she gagged as the liquid was pumped into her mouth as she was forced to swallow it, gagging again.

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Hope had finished making breakfast, but she didn't want to turn around and see Rebecca's terrified look on her face. She finally turned as she heard Christopher's command, and she swallowed hard as she looked down and lowered to her knees, placing her arms behind her back and keeping her eyes adverted as she shivered. She had used to fight back, but now she was broken and afraid to fight back anymore. She felt him pinch her nipple and she whimpered as she felt her nipple hardening. Then when she saw Rebecca shake her head from the corner of her eyes, she felt panic cloud her eyes and she gave a slight shake of her head as if to say "you don't know what he's capable of, do what he says." Then she saw her comply and she flushed as she felt shame and pity for Rebecca becoming involved with this mess. She heard the other command and she flinched at the name, but she was used to it by now. She got to her feet and went to set the table, preparing a plate for Christopher as she set it down at his place on the table, unsure if she was allowed to prepare herself a plate or not.
 
Rebecca's insistence was sure to be her downfall, yet with resignation she did as he pleased. "There. Wasn't that easy?" he teased, asking her the question as he softly lifted her hair, taking a deep breath of the locks dried with her saliva, tears and sweat from the torture endured so harshly yesterday night. "I love it when you reek of despair." Even though he spoke ill of her, his voice that carried such a message was so sweet, if not enticing. The same voice that held a powerful allure, perhaps one that swayed her to his influence. Nevertheless, the reality could not be denied: she was a bound sex toy as of this moment, helpless and forced to obey his commands.

When she finished serving, he turned towards the two. "Alright. Slut 1, there are handcuffs in that drawer and some rope in the one below it. Tie the rope above the rafters, then tie the rope onto the chain of the cuffs. After that, handcuff yourself after removing your apron." he said, opening the newspaper. "You, Slut 2, continue kneeling. Count from one until three hundred." he commanded. While the commands seemed easy enough, for sure it was to cause more humiliation when forced to talk, causing herself only to drool even more.

Meanwhile, well within their sights, he took some sex toys, some rope, a few candles and a long and somewhat thick bamboo pole, tying it as he made the two poles face each other, tied in the middle and hanging from a few support ropes. No doubt, this was their next fate, as he lined up the ropes and a few undergarments and some fresh, new and ready-to-be-used sex toys, presumably for the two. "Now, Slut 2, lick Slut 1 to orgasm. Now." he commanded, smiling as he prepared the checks, making sure the rope was taut and strong...
 
Hope flinched as she heard his mockingly sweet voice, and she could see through his trickery as she saw him turn towards her. She didn't want to cooperate, she was promised he would be easier on her, but she knew that if she didn't cooperate, she'd be put through hell. She swallowed hard as she nodded and moved to the drawer, taking out the rope and the handcuffs. She tied one end of the rope to the rafters and the other end to the handcuffs as she undid the apron, tucking it into the drawer. She had forgotten the remote in the pocket and she had forgotten to turn it on in the first place, but she supposed it didn't matter now. She clipped the handcuffs to her wrist, binding them behind her back as she looked at him, watching him prepare other stuff for them as she shivered and whimpered, hearing Rebecca start to count from one to three hundred as she flushed and looked away, and then she heard his next words, and she looked at him, wide eyed as Rebecca stood up and moved towards her.

Hope was straight and wanted to stay that way as she backed up as far as the rope would allow, struggling in the cuffs, she wasn't going to make Rebecca lick her, Rebecca was straight too, but she also knew that Rebecca was only obeying because of what had happened to her. She shook her head fervently as Rebecca tried to move towards her and she moved to the side as far as the rope allowed, wishing she hadn't bound her hands. She let out a muffled whimper, Rebecca already had to eat that foul liquid, she didn't want to make her eat her out as she managed to dodge Rebecca again, moving quickly to the other side. She still had the use of her legs and she saw the despair on Rebecca's face as Hope shook her head once again, and she saw Rebecca look between Christopher and her, wondering what to do as she tried to obey. A slight tremor went through Hope as she knew that she would be punished for this, but she only hoped that Rebecca wouldn't be as she looked to Christopher, tugging against the handcuffs and the ropes.

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Rebecca heard his voice, it was charming and enticing and nearly made her heart melt as she blushed a deep red, looking down as she felt him lift the locks of her hair. She heard his next command and she swallowed hard as she kept kneeling and begin to count from one, more drool dripping down her chin with each number. She flushed as she saw him reading the newspaper as if nothing was wrong and then she watched him preparing even more toys and tools and a shiver went down her spine as she swallowed hard, trembling as she heard his next command. She flushed a deep red, she was straight and didn't want to do it, but she didn't want to go back to hell, so she stood up and went towards Hope, only to find Hope backing up and shaking her head. Rebecca's brow furrowed as she tried again to go towards her to fulfill her duties as she saw Hope dodge her again, and then she tried a third time only to have Hope dodge her again. She whimpered in fear and despair as Hope shook her head again, and she looked towards Christopher as she looked back at Hope, trembling slightly as she swallowed hard again, touched that Hope wasn't going to allow it, she didn't want Rebecca doing that because she knew that she was straight and it would taste nasty to her as she looked at her. At the same time, she didn't want Hope to be punished, but she had disobeyed Christopher's command and she looked at her with despair, whimpering slightly as she took a step back, unsure of what to do.
 
Hope's hesitation did show what vestiges of resistance his precious sex toy still had. Of course, that was to be expected, but atleast it gave him something to look forward to. It would be entertaining, to say the least, for their upcoming little torture session. While he did have Rebecca stop counting, watching her attempt to lick away at Hope did entertain him, if by a little. "Well well...it seems that Slut 1 doesn't want to follow orders...tsk tsk, that's a little sad. Well, it seems you and your friend just landed yourselves into a whole lot of trouble!" he told them, smiling as he broke the news to them. Taking the two, he moved them towards the sofa as he removed Hope's bindings then leaving them onto the living room area as he removed their gags, especially Rebecca's.

"You two are good friends, so I'll give you enough time to deliberate onto your mistakes." And so, the two were bound up, led towards what looked like small platforms with a few eye bolts and a dildo that was connected to a small blackbox. There, the two were maneuvered just above the dildo, but he was quick to fix it up as he made it rise all the way until, if they did not raise themselves by their feet, they would impale themselves with it, the penile toy reaching against their cervix, much to their discomfort. The only way to alleviate this was to stand on their toes, as this hellish torture began.

Their arms were bound in the strenuous reverse prayer position, bound towards the ceiling as her ankles were chained to prevent escape, their breasts both clamped down. Soon enough, even Rebecca was fixed up as such: ankles chained, standing onto her tippy toes so that the penetration of the toy would not hurt her. Both ball gagged and drooling, the two endured their new predicament and torture. "You'd better learn your place, ladies." he said, wondering just how they would put up for the first hour, when their 'torture' was slated to last for up to three hours!
 
Hope heard his words and her eyes widened, she didn't want Rebecca to suffer more as she felt him remove her bindings and lead her along with Rebecca to the sofa where she and Rebecca were gagged. Hope trembled as she looked up at him, swallowing hard as she begin to protest, "I'm the one who didn't follow orders, don't hurt Rebecca, don't make her go through more." She was angered that he was punishing Rebecca as well as she muttered, "Idiot." She slapped a hand over her mouth as she realized she might get into more trouble and she trembled slightly and she was the first to be bound and chained to a black box as she whimpered in pain, feeling it up against her cervix as she was forced to stand on her tip toes as her hands were bound above her in a painful prayer position and she felt him chain her ankles down so she couldn't step away and then she felt him strap a ball gag around her mouth as she let out a muffled whimper, trembling as the dildo begin to vibrate up inside her.

She watched with wide eyes as he did the same to Rebecca, and she struggled, whimpering as she tried to protest and speak, but it came out garbled, "Please........don't hurt her.......don't make her go through this, she knows her........her place." that's what she had meant to say, but it came out muffled and broken up by moans as she sighed, seeing that Rebecca was gagged, chained and on her tippy toes as well, with clamps on her breasts. She swallowed hard as she squirmed and trembled, juices drip down her legs as she looked to Rebecca in terror, wishing that she hadn't disobeyed, she didn't want Rebecca going through the same torture. She knew though that nothing she said or did would stop it from happening as she looked at Christopher, trembling slightly and hoping he wouldn't punish her more because she had called him an idiot.

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Rebecca swallowed hard, as she realized that she would be punished as well and she whimpered as she felt him remove her ball gag. She looked down, trembling as she could feel tears welling up in her eyes as they dripped down. She didn't want to be bound up and tortured, but knew that she didn't have a choice as she wished that Hope hadn't disobeyed. Her eyes widened as Hope called him an idiot and tried to defend he and she kept looking at the floor, trembling as she heard him begin to chain and bind her to the platform with a black box and a dildo attached to it as she kept looking down, tears dripping down her face as she realized that was how he was going to bind her. She looked up at him as she felt him grab her and begin to bind her and she struggled, trying to get away from an unjust and unfair punishment, but soon he had her trussed up, her hands bound to the ceiling and her ankles chained to the floor as she let out a muffled yelp when he put the clamps on and she stood on her tip toes.

She looked at him, the ball gag wedged in her mouth as he looked at the door and back at him, wishing that this was just a nightmare that would end. Wishing even more that there was some way to escape this as she squirmed and whimpered, feeling the dildo start vibrating, causing her to moan out and her juices to drip. Her pussy was still sensitive from the last torture as she whimpered and moaned, squirming in the bindings as she tried to stay on her tip toes. She whimpered and looked at him as she tried to speak, only to have more spittle and drool drip out, "I learne...........learned my place last night." Is what she tried to say, but it came out garbled and muffled as she whimpered and squirmed, moaning out as juices dripped down her legs.
 
His two squirming fuck toys provided much entertainment, with the two helplessly begging him through their gags with pleas that obviously fell on deaf ears, drooling messily upon themselves. The way their bodies quivered, their legs weakened as they impaled themselves upon the insidious dildo when their legs gave way. However, it became more a battle of whether or not they stand and strain their legs further or literally become impaled by the affixed vibrating dildo that was the basis of their torture. Even if they become tired, they were still tied, forced to stand with their arms fixed to the strenuous reverse prayer position. "You will learn your lesson, you two." he said, smiling as he walked right behind Hope, holding her head steady to look right into Rebecca's eyes. "That's right...that's no longer your friend. Her name is now Slut 2. Repeat after me: 'I am Slut 1, and that is Slut 2'." He commanded, further drilling in the same message. Now, he turned towards Rebecca, asking her "Now, have you truly learned your place?" he asked, taking a small line of drool that fell from her bottom lip, softly smearing it aganst the clamp of her right nipple.

"Now now, you two, play it fair, okay?" he teased, smiling as he walked close, taking a seat ignoring what squeals, cries or pleas for mercy the two may have, "Repeat those words, Hope. Three hundred times. That's your punishment. Maybe instead of insulting master you may just praise him instead." he whispered, gently working Rebecca over, personally with his hand softly stroking her clit until she erupted, hot juices dripping over the dildo. "Good girl..."

And so, their torture begun; a cycle of staying up on their toes, only to sink in as they crushed against the relentless, vibrating dildo. A vicious cycle that had no end and no winner except their captor. Reading along, he wanted to hear their gagged screams, their exhausted, yet agonized wails as the tortured continued, gruelingly forced past the second hour...
 
Hope felt her legs give up first as she felt and let out a squeal of pain when her cervix was crushed against the tip of the dildo as she felt him grab her head just as she had gotten to her feet. She felt him holding her head and forcing her to look at Rebecca as she heard his words, feeling despair wash over her. She trembled as she tried to murmur, "I............m... ut 1 an.....at is ut 2...." She sighed as he let her go and then she heard him and saw him go over to Rebecca as she whimpered and watched him take a seat to watch them as she struggled to remained on her toes, whimpering as she heard his words. She looked down, her arms beginning to tingle with the lack of circulation from the bondage as she knew that it was better to follow his commands than to try to resist, she had tried to resist and had landed herself and Rebecca in this punishment as she started to recite the sentences as she climaxed, slipped, and sunk as her cervix was crushed against the tip of the dildo once more. She let out a whimper, climaxing as her body flushed and trembles went through her as she struggled to get back up on her toes, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to continue repeating the statement as it was drawing on the second hour, and she had orgasmed three times already as she let out a muffled whimper.

She hoped that Rebecca
 
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