Vicki sat on the edge of the seat, at rigid attention. Her back was beginning to ache but she said nothing. Those had been her orders.
She felt as if she'd been inducted into the military. The commands, snapped out, the outrageous orders to do this and do that. She was to sit perfectly still on the front two inches of the seat, eyes forward, back braced.
Still, she was able to see a bit of the countryside through which the large limousine drove. These weren't the farms she'd first thought but instead was nothing but one palatial mansion after another. Each huge house was surrounded by hundreds of acres of landscaped lawn. It would exist millions to buy one of those homes.
And she was being driven up the long, winding driveway to the biggest and most lavish of all the houses.
Mr. Valentine obviously was filthy rich.
"The servant's entrance, James," he told the driver. When they pulled to the side of the house, Mr. Valentine gave Vicki a hard shove out the door and said, "The maid will feed you in the kitchen."
Then the car drove around to the front of the house. Vicki didn't know what to do. She could run. But it was miles and miles to the highway. And she doubted if Mr. Valentine would take kindly to his purchased slave running away. He might send dogs after her.
The teenager shivered at the thought. She hated dogs. She imagined their huge jaws opening to devour her. To feel the pain of their teeth chewing on her arms, her legs.
Then flight was impossible. The maid came out and grabbed her by the arm. Pulling her inside, the maid told her, "The master wants you to eat. Then, he'll personally see to your accommodation lions."
Vicki had to look twice to see what was wrong with the maid's uniform. It seemed trim and proper enough – until she turned around.
There was the maid's perky ass, all neat and round and naked. The rest of the uniform was ordinary but there was no back to the prim costume. This was one kinky household!
"What… what am I supposed to do?"
"Eat."
And that was all Vicki could get from the maid. She watched as the woman set the table with fine silver and served a meal such as the young girl had never before seen the likes of. It was just as if she'd gone to the finest restaurant and ordered an expensive meal.
And this was mid-day snack!
Just as she was finishing, the maid returned and said to her, "Upstairs. At the head of the stairs and to the right you will find your room. It's the… master's bedroom."
The words rang like doom in Vicki's ears. She hadn't been purchased for pure ornamental qualities. She was going to have to put out to survive around here. And she guessed that Mr. Valentine could be ruthless if he was ever crossed.
Like a zombie, she walked up the stairs. Her nakedness bothered her again for the first time since she'd sucked Mr. Valentine off. She tried shielding her tits with one arm and her exposed gash with the other. It all seemed so ineffectual.
Standing in front of the door to her bedroom, she knew fear, real fear, for the first time. The door was padded in red leather and heavily studded with brass. This wasn't the doorway to any ordinary bedroom. She could tell that right off.
Opening it and staring into the room convinced her she was right. The room was dominated by a huge round bed. Over it and on the walls behind and to one side were mirrors. But it wasn't the plush rugs or the gold ornaments towering to each side of the bed that impressed her the most.
It was the set of chains dangling near the bed. Large metallic links descended and looped toward the bed, like a leash for a huge animal. And the thick leather collar with the spikes on it convinced her just what that animal was. Her.
She was going to be chained in this room. And from the weighty chains, it would take a hell of a lot more strength than she possessed to ever break free.
"Enter," came the cold words, hidden and aloof.
She involuntarily obeyed. It was as if her will had been sapped totally. She jumped as the door silently closed all by himself behind her. The soft rug muffled the sounds of her feet moving toward the bed. And then she saw her own reflections in the minors around and over the bed.
She looked like some Greek Goddess striding forward. Her tits were proud and up thrust. She could see the coppery rims of her nipples plainly in the crystal-clear mirrors. And her bush was neat like a brown arrow pointing directly down into more interesting territory.
Ass flaring out into very womanly hips, the girl knew fully then why Mr. Valentine had bought her for such a large sum of money.
It would be a cold day in hell before she ever left this room again. She knew that with all her soul.
"Sit on the bed," came cold words from the side of the room. Vicki jumped a foot at the suddenness of it. Her heart hammering fiercely, she put a hand to her trembling lips.
"You scared me," she admitted. Mr. Valentine was standing there, hands on his hips as if he disapproved of everything he saw.
"The bed. Sit on it, slave. And from henceforth, you will call me master. Is that clear?"
"I guess so."
And Vicki was rewarded by a backhanded slap across the face. He said, his voice never changing pitch, "I ordered you to address me as master. Do so!"
"Y-yes, master!" she blurted. The girl was beginning to feel really afraid again. For a while, it had seemed almost a game to her. Now the cold reality of it all came crashing down on her slim shoulders. She wasn't sure she could bear up under the burden.
He shoved her to a sitting position on the bed. She twitched her ass just a little as she felt the soft velvet crush under her naked bottom. It was so soothing, so nice. And the bedspread must have cost a fortune. She couldn't believe such richness, such a wild spending of money on things that didn't really matter.
Her hands nervously rubbed across the bedspread, then worked under the thick covering. Satin sheets covered the bed. There was no expense spared when comfort and sheer sensuality was at stake in this household.
And she knew whose pleasure was being catered to. And it wasn't hers. It was the man standing before her, towering high above as he reached out and took the dog collar in his hands.
"This is yours," he said. Before she could move, he had it snapped shut around her neck.
She reached up a trembling hand and touched it. She wanted to scream, to rip and tear at it. But the thick leather band was too tough for her. And the tiny spikes sticking from it would have prevented her from really grabbing it tightly enough to pull.
Mr. Valentine – her master – ran a thin chain from the post beside the bed and fastened it to a ring on the back of her collar. He stepped back and looked at her, an evil sparkle in his eyes for the first time.
"On your hands and knees, slave. Your master wants you."
"I'm not your Goddamn fucking slave!" she cried. "And my name is Vicki Craig! Do you hear me!"
He must have for he slapped her – hard. Ears ringing, the girl slumped to the softness of the bed. When he grabbed her by the leg and dumped her onto the floor, she was sobbing out loud.
"On your hands and knees, slave," he repeated as if nothing had happened. "And if you don't," he added, "I have a fine collection of whips."
She turned frightened eyes up to the man. Then she looked past him to a rack on the far wall. Hung there were long whips and short. A riding crop with a nasty looking snapper on the end was even an ugly red hue that she thought must be dried blood. But it was the long blacksnake whip which seemed to fill up her universe.
Vicki was filled with dread.
That whip was designed for one thing and one thing only, tearing the flesh ff human backs.
She could imagine a slave master in the old South wielding that monstrous whip, beating his slaves, laughing cruelly as he did so.
She hastily got to her hands and knees. The chain around her neck tugged a bit and she had to crawl around so that she wasn't choking herself. That dog collar was going to be a problem. She could tell that by the way it chaffed at her neck. But most of all was that chain fastening her to the upright post beside the bed.
As long as that was in place, she was Mr. Valentine's prisoner. For keeps.
"Please, Mr. Valentine, don't do this to me!"
"You will call me master and nothing else, slut! I'll have to discipline you harshly if you don't learn faster! Open those legs for me. I will fuck you now."
She was terrified by the coldness of the man, the emotionless way he commanded her. Nothing seemed to upset him but he was more than willing to dish out cruel punishment to her if she failed to instantly obey him. She cringed as the man lightly touched her ass. The teenager had been expecting anything.
And all she received was a loving caress.
"You fear me? No, cunt, you are repulsed by me! That's it, isn't it! You hate me! You reject my prick! You think your cunt is too good for my cock! I'll show you!"
Vicki groaned as the man dropped to the floor behind her and grabbed her around the waist. He literally lifted her knees off the floor as he pulled her ass into his crotch. She could feel the man's hardon even through his pants.
And then she got it balls deep up her cunt.
The sudden invasion up her twat made her want to pass out. She had been brutally used by the two truckers, but it was nothing compared to this. She knew this man was capable of doing anything at all to her. If her death might pleasure him more than fucking her, she would die.
It became her job – her duty – to please him each and every time he wanted to fuck. If she didn't, she hated to think of the consequences. Whatever they would be, they wouldn't be nice.
His cock filled her to overflowing. Her cunt had been tight and tensed up with fright. When he rammed into her, she hadn't even begun to juice up yet. That sudden surge all the way up into her dry pussy, made her groan. The friction burned at her loins. The throbbing cock was pulling in all directions.
He threatened to tear her apart with that long, dry prick.
And then he began fucking, slowly at first, then with greater speed. The teenage girl could hardly bear up under the pain in her cunt. He was dry humping her. His prick tore and pulled at her tender, ungreased cunt. And then he was surging back in again, as fast as his prick could move in her cunt.
The fucking didn't last like this for long. She felt her cunt begin to sluggishly water at the feel of his prick. The way his balls slapped up underneath her body made her even more aware of how turned on she could be. The man's balls actually fucked against her cunt. The tiny organ began to throb with wonderment, then it was hurting her badly.
By the time her cunt was lubricated for the fucking, her cunt was swollen to pea-size. The man's balls continued to pound against it until his balls hardened to the point where they weren't swinging free any more.
The girl was slowly responding to her new master. Anything to keep him happy, she told herself. She had to fuck him. She had to or he could do terrible things to her.
She knew that the dog collar circling her neck was only a hint of the eye lurking in this man's mind. He was fucking her like a dog to keep her degraded, defiled, lacking in any self-esteem.
The way he'd come in her face while they were in his car proved that to her. He could have come in her mouth. Part of his jism actually went down her throat. But he had been the one pulling out to spew forth his pearly come into her eyes and hair.
He wanted to humiliate her. Nothing else would do for him.
"God, you're a dumb bitch," he snarled. "You fuck just like a dog bitch in heat. Take this and this and this!"
His prick dug even deeper into her cunt. The tender pussy walls were quivering now with lust. He had fucked her cunt almost raw before her own natural fuck sauces poured out. Now he was after more in the way of putting her down.
The way the man fucked her drove the girl forward a little bit. His every stroke was powerful, delving deep into her guts. She was hardly able to withstand the power of his fucking. Slowly, inch by inch, he was moving her across the rug. She tried to prevent it because the girl could feel the chain tightening around her neck.
She knew this was what the man was after. Fucking her like a dog in heat wasn't good enough. He wanted to get her all tangled up in the chain so that she would strangle herself. The teenager tried to avoid it but the man was too skilled.
His cock drove strongly into her softly yielding cunt until he moved her in the direction he desired. Vicki felt the chain attached to her dog collar pulling at her. Then it was tight. And finally, his cock still fucking hard into her pussy, it was cutting off her air.
She was gasping for breath. Each time she sucked in air it was a supreme effort. Her lungs burned with an inner fire which wouldn't go out. The entire room was spinning wildly around her now, slowly going black. She knew she was dying.
But what a way to die!
Her cunt was filled to overflowing with long, hard fucking cock. She couldn't remember when her pussy had burned more brightly from a man fucking her. The warmth had puddled in her belly and slowly spread throughout her entire body. Even the damnable collar around her neck wasn't all that noticeable when she concentrated on the cock filling her pussy up so nobly.
But he wasn't satisfied with this. He wanted to do more to the girl than just fuck her. He maneuvered her into the position at the end of her chain where she was strangling slowly.
And she could hear his evil laugh. He wasn't moaning with pleasure at the hot, tight pussy clutching so fervently around his cock. He didn't take much delight in the fact that he was fucking one of the most beautiful teenaged girls around.
All he cared about was the way she was being strangled to death by the chain while he was fucking her.
She passed out.
And then, as she sputtered and gasped for air, she realized he was still pounding his prick into her. He hadn't stopped simply because she had fainted from lack of air.
The man was insatiable in his lusts. He wouldn't stop fucking her until he got his rocks off.
"W-why are you doing this to me?" she asked. "I… I'd have fucked you for nothing! I'd have done anything you wanted just to get me away from those truckers! But why this!"
"Stupid cunt!" he snarled. "Didn't I tell you to address me only as master?"
She almost passed out again from the way his cock surged up into her pussy. The girl was all too aware of the way the mar was poling into her. His prick didn't corkscrew or swirl in with any fancy movement. He was simply an run-out fucker. Nothing but fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Master, my cunt! It's on fire! Your cock's oh so big in meeeee!"
"Of course it is, slut!"
She bit down on her lower lip. It wouldn't do to try to reason with him. He was caught up in lust. Nothing less than fucking her would satisfy him now. And he had to be doing it in his own way.
With all the lush settings in the house, all the expensive things, he had outfitted a bedroom that looked more like a dungeon the girl. A posh dungeon, to be sure, but still a torture chamber which wasn't going to be much of a home for her in the future.
He was going to torture her, fuck her, then torture her more. She could tell from the way he had started out. The dog collar with the spikes around her neck was bad, but being chained up like some sort of an animal before he fucked her like a bitch was the last straw.
She hated him with all the intensity of her young soul.
And it did her no good.
He continued fucking her until she felt the long, hard prick snap inside her. He gushed out his jism until her cunt was totally filled. Then his cock began to deflate and the thick man seed dribbled down the inside of her softly skinned thigh.
The man was gone in a flash.
She collapsed forward as far as the chain would allow and looked back over her shoulder. He was standing there, a grim man who would brook no disobedience.