“Take her downstairs, Mr Kapp. Teach this bitch to control herself at the eating table.”
“No, no. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll do better,” Cleo started screaming, but Kapp cut her lip shoving a rubber ball-gag into her mouth, tying it behind her head. With a soppy-sounding little pop, he lifted her off the rubber cock, tossing her over his shoulder. The last thing she saw as Kapp carried her away, were the pitying looks of the other two girls.
Although she fought had wiggled furiously, Kapp was immensely strong, and had little trouble carry her down to the basement dungeon. Once there, he ripped the dress from her body as though it were tissue, tossing it aside with distain. Then he dropped her roughly on the same rack Angel had been tied to, just standing and staring down at her silently. The ankle rings had been lowered and brought to the center of the rack now, and she wondered why, instantly fearful. Then she realized the wrist attachments had been centered, too. The fat man’s silence was even more terrifying than if he had said something. She didn’t know if he could speak since she had never heard him make a sound, but she suspected that he couldn’t. It left her wondering what it was she was supposed to do. After a few moments, Master arrived, also standing and staring down at her.
He said, “Fasten the rings to your ankles and then, put your wrists in the clamps.”
Cleo scooted as far back on the rack as she could, eyes wide with fear, silently but vigorously shaking her head. Master looked at Kapp, saying, “Make her obey,” and sat down in a nearby chair, watching.
Kapp Picked up the whip and in one, hard motion, brought it down across her soft stomach. Cleo tried to scream, the pain seemingly unbearable, but the rubber gag prevented anything except a grunt or a whimper. The whip descended once more, and she whimpered again, shaking her head, but yes, this time. Kapp pointed at the ankle-rings, and raised the whip again. He seemed to be enjoying her pain. This time, she scrambled to do as ordered, snapping the left, and then the right ring on her ankles. Knapp looked disappointed she’d given in so quickly, as he pulled the attached rope. The ropes had been crossed so that as he pulled harder, she was forced to turn over on her belly. Kapp pointed at the wrist shackles and she hurried to comply, not wanting to be hit again. Once she was securely shackled, Kapp drew her wrists under the rack-like table. She was now hugging the table, its surface cold against her bare breasts. With a handle underneath the table, he began raising the flat surface higher. It was hinged in the middle so that her legs dropped as her ass raised-upward. Kapp pulled her legs painfully apart, securing the ankle rings to hold her immobile. She was now laying face-down on the table, her ass sticking over the edge, legs stretched widely. She was completely defenseless and vulnerable to anything they wanted to do to her.
“Again,” she heard Master say softly.
Kapp brought the whip down right on her exposed, tender pussy lips, and she emitted a sound much like a muted siren would make. “Don’t ever disobey me again,” he said. “Begin stretching her ass, Mr. Kapp. I may have to start using her that way first because I can see she’s going to be a disciplinary problem for me. I’ll watch this lesson from my office monitor.” That was when she learned the small cameras were for – Master’s own purposes.
Cleo was shaking her head in denial and whimpering as she heard him depart. Then all she could hear in the empty room was Kapp’s heavy breathing. After a moment, she felt him between her outstretched legs, and a warm, hard probing at her anus. She squealed around the ball-gag again, but the fat man started pushing his fence pole-like cock against her exposed butt. The pain was worse than anything she’d ever experienced. Sure, Ralph and the large man he’d brought to her hotel room one night, had initiated her there, but their cocks were nothing like the one Kapp was using on her. She thought she felt her tender asshole ring tear as the crown of his huge dick slipped past her sphincter muscle. She was on fire. Once he was in that far, the fat man rested, gulping air.
The mirrors she’d noticed during Angel’s defilement, now haunted her as she watched them, Kapp’s fat, knobby cock straining to enter her tortured butthole. Seeing the size of it in all the mirrors again, those big hard warts protruding from it, remembering the pain those knobby protrusions had caused her tender pussy, and that only the head of it had entered her, made her realize it would probably kill her before this was over.
She heard the fat man shuffling his feet to get closer, and braced herself just as he slammed into her again – going only a little deeper. As each large knob popped past her nether-ring, she felt a momentary relief before the next one attempted to enter. It reminded her of the time Ralph had shoved those little plastic Chinese beads up her ass one night – only the ones on Kapp’s cock were ten times larger. Somewhere along the line she must’ve blacked out from the pain, for when she came-to, she could feel Kapp’s thick pubic hair brushing against her ass cheeks. My god, he was all the way inside her. She was ruined for life. Disbelief caused her to glance at the mirrors, confirming that fact that his fat belly was pushed against her white cheeks. Her belly was actually bulging with its extra content. Oh god, his horse-like cock was buried to the hilt in her ass and it felt like she’d just ingested forty pounds of food. It would kill her.
Behind her, Kapp was breathing heavily, resting and waiting for a new burst of energy, or maybe just enjoying the sight of his fence-post cock stuck between her soft cheeks. He cruelly flexed his cock inside her, and she stifled a small cry. It must have been a little painful for him as well, that she was so tight. He pulled it out very slowly before shoving it back inside her fleshy sheath. Again, she felt each knob exit and reenter her nether-hole. Again, she felt him pull out until only the crown was still locked inside, and then slide it all the way back inside her. She groaned with white-hot pain around the rubber gag, her eyes wide and fearful in the mirrors around the room. She knew that Master, and possibly others, were somewhere watching her debasement on the scattered cameras in the room.
Suddenly, she felt something at the entrance to her pussy as a warm rubber cock, similar to the one in her dining room chair, only larger, was being inserted. It went in surprisingly easy, as though she were thoroughly lubricated. She then felt Kapp hold it in-place by using Velcro straps around each of her thighs. She realized it had batteries, because it immediately started vibrating against the wet walls of her flowing pussy. Cleo involuntarily sucked air in around the rubber ball, startled by the feelings she was beginning to experience. Kapp, sensing she was nearly ready, loosened her wrists and removed the gag. He began a see-saw movement in and out of her ass, his awesome cock pushing her bowels before it on entry, and pulling the lining of her entire asshole out, as it exited. The mirrors and cameras were catching every time her belly bulged with the huge cock’s entry, and collapsed with its withdraw. On one of the monitors, Cleo watched how her forever stretched asshole stayed gaping open as the fist-sized cock momentarily left her, and then closed around it hungrily as it reentered. That, and the warm vibrating dildo was beginning to drive her mad.
She shook her head side to side. No, she didn’t want this. Nobody in their right mind would want this. Was Master right, that she was becoming addicted to cock and would do anything to have it? No. She wouldn’t accept that. She didn’t want this! She didn’t! Groaning, Cleo laid her head down on the padded table and whispered, “Fuck me, you fat bastard. Fuck me hard.”
Chapman and four other men sat in his well-appointed study, watching. The pretty, dark-haired maid was licking his gigantic cock, and he was smiling at the spectacle on the large TV screen. The deformed man who wore a leather dog color, said, “She’s the most beautiful one you’ve ever had here, Chapman. How long before I get her?”
Chapman didn’t take his eyes from Cleo’s degradation that was going on before them. Her thin body looked like a teenager, bent before Kapp’s bulging belly. Only her well-formed tits and rounded ass gave the illusion away. He agreed though. Cleo was undeniably gorgeous – her face, her perfect body – unbelievably desirable. She could’ve had any man she wanted, but here she was performing for him in a room-full of other men. He’d done well for himself this time. The little sounds she was now emitting drew his attention back to the TV. With rapt attention, he watched her slam her hips backward in an attempt to capture even more of the fat man’s awesome cock inside her ass. He watched with vast satisfaction as her hand snaked between her quivering thighs, lovingly fondling the fat man’s hairy balls, tracing the base of his cock around her nether ring as if to ensure it was entirely in her. Suddenly, her desperate screams flooded the surround-sound speakers in the room. “Oh, please . . . fuck me hard! Make me cum!” Then almost inaudible, she pleaded softly, incoherently, “Please, please . . .”
Chapman smiled again. The new girl’s development was progressing nicely. He knew from experience that you couldn’t simply use whores and total sluts for this purpose. You needed to find nice girls – married ones worked best – but girls who had yet to discover their propensity for degradation and humiliation. According to Cleo’s old employer Ralph, she was just discovering that trait within herself when he’d sold her. He now mused, that she had yet to discover the total depths of degradation her future held in store for her. In the end, when he was through with her, she would simply lose her young mind and what was left of it would be constantly, and forever, filled with images of huge cocks with rivers of ejaculation flowing down her milking throat. That was his ultimate reward – what he lived for – when they finally broke.
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