Carole couldn't remember how long she waited for Mr. Strong to return. For some reason she couldn't begin to understand, she had fallen under his powerful spell. For him, she would do anything. Anything at all, no matter how degrading.
She lived solely for his kind word, a passing glance, even his touch. And to have him fuck her would be the finest thing in the world. She was actually sorry she had let him down by allowing all the smelly, vile liquid to pour from her bowels. She had tried to hold it in and had failed. She had failed him.
The redhaired girl stood and went back to the bed and sat there, feeling sorry for herself. Her hands were still handcuffed firmly behind her back but Mr. Strong had allowed her off the leash that had held her since she'd come to this mansion. Getting some of her strength back, she rose and went to peer out the window. The bars on the window were obviously steel and too firmly planted in the stone work of the window sill for her to ever hope to escape that way.
Still, did she really want to escape? What did she have to look forward to on the outside world? Her father was a rapist. He had sold her into slavery, raped her, and all for money. She couldn't go back to him. And there was no way she could ever face her friends back at school. They wouldn't understand the feelings that rampaged through her now. They were children while she stood on the brink of being a woman.
That rape had done more to her than simply open her cunt up to any prick seeking it out. It had made her all too aware of her own body and its needs. She had denied those needs for so long that it had seemed natural to her. Now that a world of desire had been forced on her, she needed cock and lots of it. Passionately, she needed fucking.
Nothing, as she had received before, would drive her mad. She had to have all that Mr. Strong offered her.
Power. He had it. Money. He was filthy rich. Dominant. She had never met a man quite like him before. He was cruel and brutal and cared nothing for her, but she was attached to him as firmly as if steel chains held her down.
The door opened. She eagerly turned, hoping to see Mr. Strong. It was the dark, distant Miss Olson who stood there, a smile on her lips that would have frozen an Eskimo.
"So you survived your little bout with Mr. Strong, huh? I didn't think you could do it."
"What do you want? Is he coining back soon? I want to see my master!" The last word slipped from her lips without conscious thought. But once out she realized how accurate it was. Mr. Strong had done things to her and she would willingly accept him as her master now. To leave him was unthinkable.
"He has trained you in a very short time, I see. No, he's not coming back. That son of a bitch has left for a week or more. That means you're all mine."
The woman snapped the short whip in mid-air. Carole jumped a little at the sudden noise, then tried to quiet her nerves. Mr Strong wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. If Miss Olson hurt her, the man would certainly punish her.
"I know what's going through your head, cunt. It's not true. I can do any damned thing I want to you. If I have to, I'll kill you and tell him you tried to escape. It's so easy. Remember that. I have the power around here. Me!"
"I don't believe you. He wouldn't let you mistreat me!"
"And, what would constitute being mistreated? You've had all manner of evil thing done to you and you still want more. You're a masochist. You enjoy the pain. Admit it!"
The girl started to snap back a snotty reply, then stopped. She became confused. What the woman said might be true. She didn't enjoy the pain, yet it was something new and different for her and gave an added dimension to fucking. With pain, she could experience even greater heights of pleasure. She wasn't sure if that made her a masochist or not. All she knew was that she got off stronger than normal when she felt pain while being fucked.
"Yes," cooed Miss Olson. "You agree with me. On your feet or on your knees, it doesn't matter to me. I want you to eat my pussy!"
The whip lashed out and landed painfully on Carole's left shoulder. She looked down to where the tongue of leather had licked her and saw an ugly red welt. The pain lanced into her body as if in slow motion. She finally experienced the full amount of it and it made her madder than anything else. That convinced her it wasn't pain she got off on, it was the presence of Mr. Strong. Without him, pain was nothing.
"Burn in hell, you silly bitch," she snapped. "Look at you dressed in that silly dress. All black. You must think it's sexy or something."
Miss Olson grinned and it wasn't a pleasant smile. "You are one to talk. But then you had nothing in do with the selection of the clothing you almost wear. But that doesn't matter. I want to feel your tongue all over my cunt. On your knees!"
"No!"
And the whip lurched across the air between them and slammed hard into Carole's other shoulder. The pain this time drove her to her knees. She moaned out, "I don't have to do anything you tell me to do! He wouldn't like it."
"He doesn't know. I'm doing this for fun. Stay down but spread your legs wider." The woman lashed out with the whip and raised still another wicked welt on the handcuffed girl's back. Carole gritted her teeth and obeyed. Whatever this bitch had in mind, it was better to get it over and then try to recover from the whipping.
She cringed in horror, though, when she saw Miss Olson approaching with the vibrator. She still remembered what that thing had done to her on the very first day she'd been here. Crammed up her cunt, Mr. Strong had raped her ass. The two of them inside her at the same time – plastic cock and fleshy prick – had almost killed her.
"Up yours, bitch!" cried Miss Olson as she jammed the plastic vibrator into Carole's pussy. The girl groaned and collapsed to the floor due to the impact on her body. The cunt wasn't greased for that kind of entry. She felt as if tissues inside her had ripped and torn.
Then the vibrator clicked on and the soothing massage penetrated to her cunt. This was all right. This was normal, exciting, fun. Her pussy began to churn with desire. This was so much different from the first time she had had it rammed into her yielding cunt.
"Ummm, that's nice," she moaned out. Anything she could say that would frustrate Miss Olson had to be all right. And she actually meant this. The vibrator was turning her on.
"It won't be for long," cried the woman, yanking the vibrator from the now juicy twat. Carole gasped as the plastic rod left her pussy. She had to roll over as the whip beat heavily on her belly. "Now it's really up yours!" snarled the woman.
The vibrator was securely lodged all the way up the girl's tight asshole. She felt as if she had been killed. The pain assailed her and made her weak and woozy. The room spun as she tried to reach down and pull the butt end of the plastic vibrator from her rear. The whip stopped that motion before it got started.
"Leave it."
She groaned in pain as the vibrator worked on the passage so recently filled with the searing, corrosive kerosene enema. She felt as if she were being torn apart one molecule at a time.
"Now you can eat my pussy. Come to mama, little girl. Eat out my nice cunt!"
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread obscenely wide for the girl to get between. Her pussy gaped pink and ugly for the girl to eat. Carole wanted to turn off the vibrator. She could do anything but not with that damned plastic rod quivering away in her tender shit chute. The way her asshole burned, she was afraid she might never again be able to even sit down, much less take a prick up her back passage.
That had become important to her because it seemed to be important to Mr. Strong. If he liked butt fucking, she would allow him to do it no matter how depraved she considered it. He was her master. That was all she needed to know.
"Hurry! My pussy awaits that sweet sucking mouth of yours."
Carob painfully managed to get her knees under her. Then she rose and began making her way painfully across the rug to where the woman sat. The vibrator was relentless in its punishment of her ass. Every movement created a new ache or pain. The quivering plastic rod actually drove itself deeper into her body as she moved.
But move she did.
"Eat. Eat hearty! And fast! I need your tongue in me, tongue fucking me!" The whip went in a long arc that ended with a dull smack on her rear. It wasn't hard enough to raise a welt but it did cause her to cringe. It was close enough to the vibrator to make it's message all too clear, cooperate or you're going to regret it!
She dipped her face down into the woman's crotch. The fleecy bush of her pussy mound looked inviting to the girl. She actually felt her mouth watering at the sight. She came closer and pressed her lips against those of the woman's cunt. Then she almost puked.
The woman had coated her pussy lips with some vile tasting paste. It was metallic and choking. She looked up, her green eyes beseeching the other woman for mercy. When she saw the cold intensity staring back at her, she knew she'd receive no consideration at all.
She went back to eating the cunt out the way it should be. She ignored the heavy metal taste and soon it was all washed away by the flood of the woman's own cunt juices. This was more like it! The girl concentrated on the salty, tangy taste. It was a little thin on her lips but she managed to smear the heavy oils all over her tongue so her tastebuds could get the full pleasure from it.
Bound she might be and with a vibrator stuffed up her ass, but she could still eat pussy. Her tongue lashed out and raked along the entire length of the cunt lips. The woman on the bed groaned and settled back, shoving her snatch forward so that the girl could get even more of her tongue onto the delicate membrane.
She sucked in one of the cunt lips and began using her lips and her teeth on the rigid flap of skin. She could actually feel the pulse beating in that aroused portion of the other woman's cunt. Licking and gently gnawing made the woman so weak she fell onto her back on the bed. A dull moan or two was about all Carole heard.
She began rubbing her tongue along the edge of the pussy lip. The flesh quivered and began to harden as more and more excited blood pounded into it. When she lost control of the sex lip, the girl went upward until she found the tiny pillar of the woman's clit. This was her primary target. Give this all the mouth love she could and the woman wouldn't be able to say a damned thing about her inexperience.
The girl sucked the little clit into her mouth and used her rough tipped tongue on it. She flicked it lightly back and forth. The salty flavor of the woman's cunt spilled over and drenched even this tiny mound of erectile flesh so the girl had something new and different to taste all the time.
"Ummm, yesss!" hissed Miss Olson. "Give it all to me. Alllll!"
The girl did her damnedest to obey. Her tongue went wild on the woman's clitoris. It stroked all the way up the tiny spire, then teased the tip until the woman vented one large gust of breath and screamed at the tap of her lungs.
Carole knew then that she had found a potent weapon to use against Miss Olson. All she had to do was exhaust her sexually and maybe she would go to sleep. If she did that, Carole saw the chance of escape looming larger and larger.
She redoubled her efforts on the woman's clit. The tiny organ seemed to demand even more attention. She licked and batted it around until her jaws ached. Then she had to have some variety. She moved lower along the blue-tinged ridges of the cunt lips until she found the deep manhole leading to the woman's depths. Her tongue dived in.
She felt her jaws crack with the strain of driving her tongue in so hard. But it was worth it. She found the artesian well of the woman's cunt sauces. The thick fluids bubbled up and tempted the girl's tastebuds. She smeared the love juice all over her lips and tongue savoring every tangy second of this treat.
But it was against the cunt walls that she worked the hardest. She sought and found each and every nerve along that dank passage. She teased nerves into responding that had lain dormant for a long time. The woman responded by clamping her legs tightly on either side of Carole's head. She was momentarily blind and deaf again, just as when the velvet bag had been placed over her head.
This time, though, it was due to the woman's climax. She was bucking and thrashing around on the bed in wild orgasm. Her hips were lifted off the bed and were cramming down toward the girl's mouth for more action. She got it.
Carole kept her tongue fucking in and out of the tight cunt hole until she thought she would suffocate. Finally, the woman's body relaxed a little and a sleepy voice came, "Ummmm, so nice to have it eaten out again by someone who knows what to do. So niiice!"
Then the legs relaxed, further and drifted apart. Carole looked up and saw Miss Olson peacefully sleeping on the bed. For a moment, she thought the woman looked almost angelic. Then she remembered all the terrible things this evil woman had done.
That decided her. She managed to get the key to her handcuffs from the woman's belt without awakening her. It took over ten minutes for her to get the handcuffs open. She sighed and rubbed her wrists, then headed for the bedroom door and freedom. If Mr. Strong was gone, so would the chauffeur and probably Clive.
A pang of regret hit her as she thought of Clive. He was a decent man and she would miss him. A little. But not as much as she would miss the whip and pain Miss Olson meted out. She hated that woman with all the intensity of someone youger.
Just as the bedroom door swung open, a crackling noise sounded and she stumbled, a pain shooting into her leg. The whip Miss Olson carried snaked around her ankle and pulled her back into the room.
"You didn't think escape would be that easy, did you, my pretty-pretty? I guess I'll have to show you what it means to escape from here."
The lashing didn't stop for twenty minutes and Carole was sure only tatters of flesh clung to her back and ass. Even her tits had taken several nasty cuts during the beating.
If she'd hated the sadistic Miss Olson before, there wasn't a word for her feelings toward her now.