“AAAGGHHH,” Sara moaned in pain as they began to attach ropes to her ankles. The other end of the rope was pulled toward her bound wrists. They pulled the rope tighter, bowing her body backwards, her head and feet rising from the floor.
“Steve, if you tie the rope tightly, like this, it has a pulley attached in the center of the rope. Once secured, you can ratchet the ropes tighter. Just remember that when you bow the body if you ratchet it too far, you may break some bones or the back.”
Sara’s body ached from the bondage they were placing her in. She could hear the noise of the ratchet and each time the pain increased. Her body felt like it was going to break. “BBBRR,” again the bow in her body increases. Her breasts now rose from the floor. Only her stomach and abdomen were supported. Her legs and upper body were pulled back.
“The purpose of the bondage is to make the victim feel helpless. At the same time it is made to inflict the maximum amount of pain. After a while, the victim will do anything to get out of the ropes. During the training, the victim will be placed into bondage almost 24 hours a day. We feed the victims with IV’s. This makes it less messy, especially when you want to ass fuck the victim. You do not have to bother with enemas to clean out the victim each time.” Michael continued to explain the procedures in training a new slave to Steve.
“Just one more thing and we will be ready to go.” Michael picked up another rope and slipped one end over her head, making a slipknot and attaching it to her neck. He pulled the rope back and as it tightened, Sara had to pull her head up or the rope would begin to strangle her. Michael attached it to the spreader bar and tightened it. Sara groaned through the penis gag. Michael ratcheted the rope, forcing Sara to raise her head higher or start to choke. She now had to keep her head up high or begin to suffocate. “Grab the other end of Sara. Let’s bring her in the kitchen so she can see what has happened to her daughter.”
Becky had suffered almost the same fate. She had heard a commotion at the door after her mother went to answer it. As soon as she stood up, two men burst through the door. The first one caught her as she stood up and punched her in the stomach. She fell to the floor, attempting to suck in air. Hands grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She struggled for air, her lungs attempting to suck in the air that was pushed out by the punch.
“Take your last deep breath, cunt.” Justin grabbed the wadding he had in his hand. He pushed his fingers in her mouth. “Open up, bitch.” He pulled her mouth open, his fingers pushed in her mouth making her gasp at the way she was being treated. He began to push the cloth into her mouth, her cheeks beginning to bulge out from the large amount of material being pushed in.
Becky cried out as the rough fingers forced themselves into her mouth. She felt dry cloth being stuffed in, the material quickly soaking up her saliva, her mouth becoming dry. She could feel her cheeks begin to expand as the cloth continued to be pushed in her mouth. “MMMMMDGGGHHHH,” she cried, the cloth now pushing further back into her mouth, heading for her throat. More cloth was pushed in and she began to wretch as some of the material began to slide into her throat. She felt tape being wrapped around her mouth, preventing the wadding from coming out. Her mouth was stuffed, her cheeks bulging, her gag reflexes continuing to choke on the material in the back of her mouth.
“Get used to it bitch, it’s going to be there for a long time.” Justin pinched her nose tight. “This is what will happen if you don’t obey.”
Becky’s body began to buck, she was beginning to get lightheaded. She struggled, her lungs gasping.
“Moan if you are going to obey me, cunt”
“MMMMGGG,” she cried, “MMMMMGGHHH,” please let me breath again she prayed. She felt the fingers leave her nose and she sucked in as much air as she could through her nose. Her chest heaved, her lungs beginning to inflate again.
“On your knees” his hands pushing Becky to the floor. Her wrists were grabbed and pulled up into the air.
Becky felt a heavy, rough rope wrapped around her wrists and than pulled tightly. She groaned in pain as her fingers began to tingle from the tightness of the ropes. Her arms were pulled up high, forcing her breasts out as her body was pulled taunt. She felt a hand push out on her right thigh, forcing her to spread her legs open. A slap this time and a command for more, forcing her to spread open for them. She felt something placed between her knees. A strap was attached to each knee and a bar was placed, keeping her knees from moving back together.
“That’s a spreader bar between your legs. That will keep you open for us. We will have access to your pussy and asshole and you will not be able to stop us. Now we need to tighten you up a little, we don’t want you going anywhere,” Justin beginning to pull the rope from her wrists over her head and down toward her ankles. He tied the rope to her ankles, pulling tightly.
Becky heard a noise and felt the ropes tighten. Another noise, again tighter. Her body stretched backwards, her head pulling up, staring toward the ceiling as she was pulled backwards. Her back felt like it was going to break as she was forced backwards, her breasts now pushed up high, aiming toward the ceiling.
Sara gasped in surprise when she saw her daughter. She was bound tightly, her back arched, her head pulled back, her breasts thrust out. Hands were beginning to run over her young body, squeezing her breasts a pained look on her face. Her mouth was jammed with something, allowing only occasional grunts of pain. Her cheeks were bulging.
“Looks like it’s going good, Justin. I like the way you got her bound, it really accents that young, tight body. Steve, there are different methods to train a slave, based on age. Young girls, like Becky do better when humiliated. Notice the way she squirms as Justin runs his hands over her body. Even though it is painful for her to move, she does not want to submit. If you did that to her mother, she would allow it. He will begin to expose her body, first her tits, than her pussy and ass. He will not take off all of her clothes, it is much more humiliating to be stripped partially naked. Before we leave, Justin will masturbate her in front of her mother. Even though she is bound, he will force her to cum. As for her mother, older women must be trained differently. That is why she has the ring gag in her mouth. Justin is going to fuck her in her mouth. He has a very long cock, it will fit nice and tight into her throat. He also has a tendency to shoot large amounts of cum. She will be forced to swallow it, the penis gag pushing it back down her throat. By what I understand about Sara, she does not like oral sex. That is why we are going to do it, especially in front of her daughter. Older women are better as pain slaves. They are good for whippings and torture.”
Becky’s body ached all over. She was bound and stretched backward. One of the men was running his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts. She squirmed, trying to avoid the brutal hands as they pinched and pulled on her breasts. She could only make muffled noises, the padding in her mouth preventing all noise. Every time she moved the pain rushed into her arms and legs. She felt her blouse pulled, the buttons popping out onto the floor. She felt the cool air on her stomach, she knew they could see her bra. The bondage prevented her from seeing what they were doing to her, she could only see her captors staring down at her. She knew her mother was brought in and placed near her. A hand moved under her bra and pulled it up, her breasts pulled free, the cool air making her nipples hard and erect.
“MMMGGHHH,” she cried in the gag as rough hands grabbed her naked nipples and began to pull and twist them. “MMMGGHH, GGRRR,” her body trying to twist away but only incited new pain in her bound body. She felt her nipples pulled from her body, stretched out, the fingers twisting them.
“Nice tits and nips on this bitch,” Justin’s fingers molesting her body. He moved his hand down her stomach, unsnapping her shorts, the zipper pulled down and yanked them down until they would go no further because of her spread legs. “RRRRIIIPPP,” the shorts fell to the floor, a pile of rags.
Becky squirmed in the ropes as hands moved down over her panty-clad abdomen, running over her body, toward her pussy. The large hand grasped her pussy and squeezed it tightly. She felt a finger push forcefully between her pussy lips, pushing her panties into her pussy. “AAGGGHH,” she cried, the finger moving up and down her pussy slit, her wetness soaking her panties.
“The cunt’s getting off on this, her panties are soaked,” Justin yelled out to the others. His fingers grabbed her pussy again, squeezing even harder.
Becky felt humiliated, she was being sexually abused and stripped and she was getting wet. She could not see her mother’s face, but she knew that she was watching her humiliation. She heard the tear of her panties, her pussy now naked. The hands reached out again, this time running over her naked abdomen. One hand reached lower, lightly grazing over her sparse pussy hair. Becky felt a finger reach out and split her pussy lips apart and slide along her wet pussy slit. She could feel it slide all the way down, almost to her anus before moving back up again. She shivered in fear as the finger began to masturbate her. Becky felt her pussy get wetter as the finger pushed her pussy juice along her slit. Two fingers now moved down her slit, spreading her pussy lips even further apart. They reached down to her pussy and one finger began to enter her tight pussy. “MMMGGG,” she moaned in her gagged mouth. The tight bondage did not allow her to move away from the finger and it slowly and forcefully entered her pussy, now hot and wet. “AAAGGGHH, MMMGGGGHHH,” the finger now pushed into her tight pussy up to the second knuckle. Becky’s pussy was very small and tight. She had only been fucked five times and her boyfriends’ cock was very small. She could feel it pull out and than push back in, this time going deeper.
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