Cleo took another bite of food, trying to ignore the moving dildo inside her. She would swear it’d increased another five degrees in temperature. Suddenly, it was slowly moving up-and-down, in and out, rotating slowly. Cleo fought the feeling, took a sip of white wine, forcing down the groan building deep inside her. She knew this would be torture before it ended. She didn’t even taste the food she was consuming.
“Ahggg,”
It was the young dark-skin teenager. Cleo watched the teenager as she clinched her eyes tightly, shuddering, then begin squirming her ass around in her chair. “Oh god,” she moaned softly. Then her face twisted grotesquely and she screamed out loudly, “Og yes! AGGGGG!.” When it was over, she slowly slumped forward in her chair, eyes still closed, forehead resting on the white table cloth. The large fat man, Kapp, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed only in a black thong that barely covered his massive organ, his huge belly hanging like a large slab of meat over it. Without any command, he lifted the girl from her chair, tossed her feet-first over his thick shoulder, and walked away. Cleo could see the girl’s shaved young pussy oozing juices, as they disappeared. She almost found herself envying the girl. Almost.
“Mr Kapp will discipline Angel for her little indiscretion. She’s still young and hasn’t learned to control herself yet. I trust there will be no other outbursts?”
Cleo shuddered as she imagined just how Mr. Kapp would “discipline the young girl, trying to fight back the sensations building-up inside her own pussy which was still tender from Mr. Kapp’s earlier plummeting. The warm cock rotating inside her had grown warmer, and she gulped more wine to keep from making a sound. She could tell by the strained expressions on the other women’s faces that they were having a similar struggle. That was when she realized just how cruel her new master was going to be. Oh, it was indeed torture, as she took another bite of what tasted like cardboard to her palate.
Somehow, none of them gave in to the urge to climax, but their faces were pale and legs shaky as they lifted themselves from the wet rubber cocks after dinner, slowly wobbling away with clinching thighs.
“Cleo may stay,” she heard Master say softly, offering her his arm. A shiver of absolute terror ran up her spine. As they walked through the long hallways of the mansion, Cleo held on to her master’s thick arm, for the first time realizing just how huge he really was. She barely came to his broad chest. He clearly stood over six-eight, well over three-hundred pounds. His broad face was like black granite, and she knew just by looking at it, that he could be terribly cruel. She shivered again. He grinned down, his wide teeth gleaming.
“Cold, little whore? I will soon fine something to warm you up.” She trembled in fear, but none-the-less, felt her crotch ooze the wetness that’d started at the dinner table. “While you’re here, you are the property of any man who approaches you. You will obey them as quickly and unquestioning as if the order came directly from me. I have my reasons. Do you understand?”
Chapter 10
Cleo descended steep steps into the basement with the man who had become her master. There, they entered through a heavy wooden door. The room was designed like a gigantic bedroom dungeon, with several large TV screens and lots of strange equipment. Right in the center was a rack of some sort, and its sight instantly projected fear into her. Strapped to the rack was the same young girl she saw leave with Mr Kapp, who was there too, still wearing only his black thong. He looked grotesque with his soft belly hanging over it, barely covering a huge erection that was pushing against the silk cloth. Fourteen year-old Angel, lay with her arms stretched widely, strapped to the rack with shackles. Her legs were also stretched wide, the ankles tied overhead to rings hanging from the ceiling. Her shaved pussy, which had looked so warm and moist as she was carried from the dining room, now appeared dry and puckered with terror. The girl’s thin body appeared small and white against the black rack, like a sacrificial lamb ready to be slaughtered. Kapp held a leather whip with many tails, grinning cruelly as he slapped Angel across the ass with it. Her painful grunt brought Cleo back to the present, as she noticed several red welts across the young girl’s buttocks.
Still wearing her cocktail dress and heels, Cleo felt uncomfortable in their naked presence. As she and her master approached, Kapp silently stuck out his hand with the lather whip in it.
“Take it,” Master said.
Cleo fearfully did as instructed, noting it was made of a fine, soft leather. The handle, shaped like an erect phallus, felt cool in her hand. “Strike her,” Master said.
Cleo hesitated but as her master’s eyes turned frosty, she hit the young girl lightly across the buttocks. Angel, who had a rubber-ball gag in her mouth, looked up at Cleo gratefully.
“Harder! Unless you want to take her place,” Master commanded.
Cleo brought her arm back, hesitated, then brought it down harder against the girl’s ass. Angel groaned loudly and thrashing around, pulling against her bonds. “Again,” Master said. “This time, hit her pussy.”
Cleo stared down into Angel’s pleading eyes, as the young shook her head frantically. Cleo hesitated only briefly, but didn’t want to end up as Angel now was, so she brought her arm back and struck the shaved pussy-lips harder, watching Angel’s eyes as they rolled back into her head. This time she hadn’t made a sound.
“You probably wonder what Mr Kapp does for me, so I’ll tell you. I have found no woman who can handle my cock, but as you found out earlier, Mr. Kapp is hung like a stallion. Still, he is much smaller than I, so I have Mr. Kapp get the girls ready for me. I gave you to him earlier as a present, but also so you can start getting ready to accommodate my girth. That’s why you will submit to any man working here who wants you. I hire only men who are well-endowed, and it is their job to get you ready for me.
“The eldest woman at my table tonight, was Amy. She’s twenty-six. Amy has been here for a year and during that time has become totally addicted to cock. If she doesn’t have one for even only a day, she’s in complete misery. She’s that way because of my process here. Several times a day for months, I allowed her to be ravaged until finally, she simply had to have it or go mad. Make no mistake you will be the same over time. She is the only female at my dinner table tonight with whom I have personally fucked. It essential that you know, once I fuck a woman she is forever ruined for any other man. Kapp will occasionally service Amy if she becomes too miserable in her need, but even his cock does her little good now. It is mine that she craves and the only one with the size to satisfy her. I’ve told Kapp to start her anal training soon, so she will be ready for me when I want her. When Kapp has a new girl ready for me, or I tire of her, Amy will be discarded. Too bad. Like the others who have either lived through their ordeal with me, or that I have turned out after I tire of them, Amy will wander through life looking for a cock that will please her, but . . . well, as I said, too bad. You will go through the exact same training she has. I have yet to fuck the young clam before you, but Angel will start her “stretch” training tonight. I’ve allowed you the honor of observing that event. Mr. Kapp, you may proceed.”
Kapp grinned as he ripped off the black silk thong, letting his long half-erect cock fall free. It did indeed look like it belonged on a horse, hanging nearly halfway to his knees. It was rapidly growing hard though and its size was awesome. Kapp positioned his large body between Angel’s thin legs, pointing his stiffening cock at her tiny shaved pussy. Cleo was convinced there was no possible way it would fit, and would probably kill her. It was simply too large. Its crown, now purple and straining, pushed against Angel’s soft pussy lips, but it didn’t budge them. Angel was awake though, wide-eyed and violently shaking her head side-to-side, whimpering softly.
Glancing away, Cleo became aware of the mirrors for the first time. They were everywhere, arranged so that by looking at one, she could see Angel’s penetration from many different angles – every movement, every twitch, every inch of entry or withdraw. Now, she also noticed small boxes attached to the wall and ceiling around the room, with periodic blinking lights on them. Cameras? A soft grunt from Angel brought her attention back to the scene before her.
Kapp grasped his gigantic knobby cock and held it more firmly against its target. His buttocks clinched with great effort as he pushed forward, thrusting violently. The purple head of his large cock somehow had disappeared between the girl’s thin dry pussy lips, but it would go no farther. Cleo felt Master at her shoulder, and heard him say, “It’s too tight for you, Kapp.” He stared at Cleo. “Lick her cunt.”
It was clear he wasn’t speaking to Kapp. He was speaking to her. By now, she was so scared she was visibly shaking, and knew she’d do anything to keep them from hurting her like this. Still completely clothed in her cocktail dress and heels, she felt ridiculous as she knelt between Angel’s thin legs. She moved closer and caught a whiff of Kapp’s cock smell. She held her breath and licked out. The shaved cunt was warm, but dry. She wanted to help the young girl and knew the only way to do that was to help her get moist before Kapp split her in half with his horse-like cock. She moved closer, lathing it with moisture. Parting the folds with her fingers, she stuck her tongue inside, rewarded by a soft whimper from Angel. She licked deeper, then flicked the tiny clit that was just beginning to protrude. Angel moved a little, lifting her ass a bit to accommodate this unexpected, yet tantalizing invasion. Cleo took the clit into her mouth, sucking gently, alternating with an occasional long sensuous lick completely up the crack. Now, Cleo felt a gush between her own legs, as her act began to excite her as well. Angel was moaning, her juices beginning to flow freely as she lifted up to get more of the pleasant feeling inside her. The girl’s pussy lips had rapidly become swollen, opening like the pedals of a rose. Cleo moaned and completely engulfed her face into the warm, wet pussy, the young girl’s fragrance beginning to drive her wild. She had unconsciously put her hand beneath the long dress, touching her own pussy lips, finding them also wet and swollen. She moaned into the girl’s open pussy and Angel gasped audibly.
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