Vicki awoke again some time later. The pain in her body had receded like the tides in the ocean. She was tired and hurt but it was nothing like it had been when she was swinging to and fro from the eye-bolts fastened in the ceiling.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the minor. Studying her body, she was amazed to find the damage wasn't as bad as she had feared. Her tits were a rosy red but the welts had vanished. All that remained appeared to be a mild sunburn.
It extended down across her belly to the brown vee of her pussy mound. The fur was lustrous and seemed to glow with its own inner light. The black lacy garter belt was still around her waist and she still wore the sexy black stockings.
Reaching down, she stroked upwards on her legs to get out the wrinkles. And the mere feel of her hands moving on her slender legs made her feel better. If anything, simply moving her arms and legs drove out some of the dull ache she felt.
Rubbing her crotch caused her a little pain. Where she had had her cunt lips whipped by the wooden rod was raw. The flesh, however, was supple and ripply with youth. She took one cunt lip between thumb and forefinger and stroked back and forth.
The delight dancing into her body made her feel much better. She repeated the process on her other pussy lips, then gently explored the depths of her cunt with her middle finger.
The pussy walls were still velvety and soft. The juices beginning to sluggishly flow out of her cunt lubricated everything nicely. She was actually feeling almost human again.
She laid back on the velvet bedspread and wiggled a bit. The soft, soothing material erased what aches she had remaining. But, as she tried to stand, she found that her body wasn't in the great shape she thought it was.
She almost tumbled onto her face.
Catching herself on the edge of the bed, she carefully stood. Realizing that weakness was only part of her problem, her hand flew to her throat. The spiked dog collar was still firmly in place around her neck. And the chain running over to the sturdy post beside the bed was, if anything, shorter than before.
Vicki knew she wasn't going anywhere. At least not until her master allowed her to do so.
Sitting down caused her the most pain of any of the things she had done. Her ass must be a raw, red mass of tortured flesh. She rolled over and looked at her back side in the mirror on the wall. She had been right about its condition. Never had she received a spanking in her life that had left her like this.
She heard nothing but felt a presence – an evil presence – in the room. She spun and saw Mr. Valentine standing and watching her. He didn't say a word. He simply studied her.
"Well," she finally demanded, "do you like your handiwork?"
"Of course I do, slave. I always enjoy doing things like this. But I see you have not learned your lesson yet. I am to be addressed as master. I must punish you more until you learn."
She was feeling confident she could take anything he could dish out now. She lay back on the bed and raised her legs, spreading her knees just enough to tantalize the man, as if saying to him, "Come and get it – if you think you can!"
He took the challenge but not in the way she thought he would. She wanted to see him strain to pin her to the bed. She wanted to feel her muscles working hard against his, man to woman. A wrestling match would liven things up.
But that wasn't the way Mr. Valentine did things. That would have been acknowledging that the teenager was worth something going after. He had other better, more efficient ways.
He jerked hard on her chain and pulled her to the floor. With the speed of a striking cobra, he dropped and put his knee in the middle of her back. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his clutches. The knee held her down while the pressure on the chain kept her head up high. She would choke to death if she tried to move.
"Now, my slave, you will see what it means to be punished! This will be my finest hour!"
She shivered at the man's words. There was little elation in them. He was simply stating a fact. And she doubted if his past efforts in humiliating his "slaves" had been unsuccessful. He didn't seem like a man to try and fail at anything.
Taking the long wooden rod with which he had beaten her earlier, he placed it behind her legs.
With a quick flip, he rolled her over onto her back. Pulling at the chain around her neck, he bent her forward and lifted her legs up.
So fast she hardly knew what was happening, the girl ended up with her collar chained to the wooden stick under her knees. Her chin was almost pressing into the tops of her knees while the rod cut into the back sides of her knees. She wasn't in pain but this was an uncomfortable position.
But Mr. Valentine was far from finished with her. She was virtually helpless by the time he took the soft leather cuff and put them around her wrists again. He fastened them together behind her back.
The teenager was put into a sitting position, her collar securely chained to the rod running under her knees. Me with her hands firmly secured behind her back, she wasn't able to slide the wooden rod to one side and free her neck arid legs.
"Like this, eh?" he asked, not really caring if she answered or not. "I do because it makes your cunt open so nicely."
His finger stabbed out and between the girl's legs. He dived deep into her twat and wiggled his finger far up inside her pussy. She fought down the rising urges stirring deeply inside her. She couldn't do it. The girl began responding sexually to his finger.
When his hand was covered with her fuck fluids, he pulled out of her cunt with a tiny little plopping noise.
"I don't want to finger fuck you. There is so much more that can be shoved up that slimy cunt!"
She spun a little bit, pivoting on her raw ass to see what the man was doing. He went to one of the cabinets lining the walls of the room and pulled out a long plastic rod. As he advanced on her, she heard a click and a buzzing noise.
The man held a twelve inch long vibrator! And it was running!
"No, no, master! You can't jam that into me! Not when I'm doubled up like this. It… it'll hurt me!"
And she realized that was the wrong thing to say to this man. He enjoyed huffing her. He enjoyed watching her squirm and try to escape his clutches. The more he inflicted pain on her, the more he liked it.
She screamed as he rammed the quivering rod of plastic all the way up into her juicy cunt. If it hadn't been for the flow of her fuck fluids out her pussy, he would have torn her apart. As it was, she felt the long, hard rod of plastic making new channels in her soft cunt flesh.
Bent double as she was pulled her twat into a curvy shape. The plastic didn't bend – it bent her around inside instead. And that hurt bad.
The vibrating helped soothe the hurt, but not much. She was sobbing in pain as the man came to her and said, "Now you begin to realize my power over you slut. What is my name?"
"M-master!" she stuttered out. This was impossible! She couldn't be caught in the middle of this nightmare. It wasn't something that happened to eighteen year old girls.
Even if she had run away from home, all this was impossible! She'd been raped repeatedly by the two truckers and then sold into slavery. And now her new master was requiring the most painful of services from her. And he was enjoying every agonizing second of her torture!
No matter how bad it was at home fucking her daddy and her brother, it had been better than this!
"You do not seem apologetic enough for me." She watched in horror as he turned and went back to the cabinet from which the shivering tube of plastic had come. It was still singing and dancing on her delicate cunt walls until it made her teeth rattle.
But her heart almost stopped in fright when Mr. Valentine returned. He was carrying an enema bag with the long probe in front of him, held like it was a sword.
He kicked out and roiled her over onto her side. She felt his hands stroking along her tortured butt, then the cold jab of the probe went into her asshole.
She felt the long plastic tube touching the vibrator through her thin inner membrane. Then came the hot flood of the enema. It burned. It seemed to tear away at her soft bowels. She tried to thrash around on the floor and dislodge the tube.
"Don't let that out or I'll beat you! I mean it!" the man snapped. She tried to stop shaking so hard. It was an effort. But she knew he meant that threat with all his heart. He wouldn't stop when she passed out. He might beat her to death with that long, blacksnake whip so cruelly curled and hung on the far wall.
"Keep every drop of that kerosene enema inside or you'll be severely disciplined," he added.
The fluid poured into her intestines until she felt bloated. It was so hard to keep it in. The burning liquid seared her soft inner tissues and threatened to destroy her by inches.
She couldn't tell which was worse, the vibrator stuffed up her cunt or the kerosene pouring into her asshole.
It was all bad and it was getting worse. He pulled the probe from her ass, the enema bag empty. He cautioned her, "Don't let one drop out of your asshole or you're in big trouble!"
He pulled her to a sitting position again. She rested her forehead against her knees and cried openly. It was so hard concentrating on keeping her bowels tight. She had been accused of being tight-assed. Now she had to prove it.
The vibrator hummed merrily away, destroying muscle control with its now soothing vibrations. But she was still bent double over the plastic rod shoved into her cunt. She could feel it digging into her belly from the inside. And the way she was chained made sure she didn't move around at all.
Even her hands were beginning to go numb from lack of circulation. Never had a woman been so brutalized, so humiliated by a man.
And, for her, the worse was yet to come.
Mr. Valentine towered over her, then barked out the command, "Suck my cock, bitch!"
"Wh-what?" she said numbly. She couldn't believe he was doing all this to her. It was a bad nightmare and she'd wake up in a second. But she didn't. This was for real.
"You heard me, slave. You are mine to command and I order you to suck my cock! And don't you dare let one filthy drop of that enema leak from your shit chute. You'll be severely punished for it if you do!" And the way he emphasized the word "severely" told her that he meant it. He would keep her more dead than alive with the pain for days, weeks, perhaps even months in his punishment.
"Fuck!" he snapped again.
"I can't reach your cock! I… I'm all chained double and that vibrator inside my cunt is tearing me up! And the enema is burning so bad in my guts." She was whining. The enema was bloating her, making her belly distend. She wondered if this was what it felt like to be pregnant. If it was, she wanted no part of that.
"Don't give me your feeble excuses. Suck on my cock!"
He accented his words with a sound blow from the riding crop across her shoulders. The sudden pain shot into her body and almost made her relax the tight hold she kept over her asshole. To let any of that enema leak out was as close to suicide as she wanted to get.
He continued beating her on the back. She managed to roll to one side, but it required so much effort she lay there panting for a moment. She tried to ignore the sharp stinging blows he was constantly landing on her shoulders now as she struggled to get her knees under her.
She discovered this was hardly any better. The way she was chained, this pressed her face down into the carpet, just the opposite of the direction she wished to go.
"Hurry, slut, hurry! The master's cock awaits you. And it grows impatient!"
He didn't have to add that his impatient cock might cause him to respond with even more violence.
The girl amassed all the strength she could, then lurched from side to side. She succeeded in getting back to the surface of the bed in several painful steps. But this moved her up enough to be about even with his prick. But she now found another problem. How could she possibly suck on his prick without reaching out and taking it in hand first?
He solved this for her by taking two steps toward the bed. She could strain and pull at the chain around her neck and just barely touch the tip of his prick.
"Suck, don't merely kiss it!"
She fought hard to get her mouth around the man's cock. Then she yelped in surprise. He had dipped his prick in Tabasco sauce! The lightest touch of it against her lips burned her mouth!
"Now you know what they mean by a hot cock! How was it, slave?"
"God, you're the sickest man I ever…"
She never got to finish the sentence. His riding crop landed squarely on her shoulders again. The pain robbed her of the power of speech.
"Do as you're ordered, cunt! Suck on my cock!"
She tried it again. This time, the surprise element was gone. She could stand the biting hot sauce as she licked and sucked on just the tip of his prick. The man groaned once as she let her cheeks go hollow under the intense vacuum of hot sucking.
"Keep going," he urged her. "I ant not yet pleased with your predominance at fellatio!"
She vowed to give him he best head possible under the circumstances. It wasn't going to be easy for her. The cramped and tied position was working against her. The vibrator mindlessly humming away against her cunt walls robbed her of concentration, but the worst was the slowly gnawing corrosive enema he had pumped into her gut.
It was slowly killing her with the pain and bloated feeling. She could actually feel her belly distending from the pressure of the kerosene inside her.
"It's burning me up," she sobbed once. "The enema is too hot!"
"Stupid bitch. If I'd pumped it in cold, it would have killed you outright. Now suck!"
She sucked. That was all she could possibly do. Her tongue was stinging from the hot sauce, but she was gradually licking all that off his prick. If anything, his cock was beginning to appeal to her. All the things he did were terrible, but his cock was something that was very familiar to her.
She may not have been the best at giving blow jobs, but she could certainly put in a claim for the top ten. She sucked as hard as she could, letting her tongue whirl around the purpled glands until she felt the cock dance with lust.
"Ummm, your mouth is hot, slave. I like that. Keep this up and I may not punish you quite so severely!"
The words shot like electricity into her brain. He was going to punish her anyway! No matter what she did, how good she was at giving head, the best she could do was avoid some punishment.
The way her body was protesting the abuse he had already heaped on it, she knew that she would be unable to withstand any more. Hanging her up and then fucking her like a side of beef had been a drain on her energy. And this was even more of one.
Bent double, she could barely move. And that damned vibrator, refused to run down inside her. He must have put in long lasting batteries. And the struggle to keep the enema locked inside her bowels about did her in. She couldn't keep this up much longer.
She had to get him off and fast.
Frantic, her mouth sucked even harder on the end of the man's cock. She used her tongue as a rough, wet battering ram to try and force entry down his piss-slit. It wasn't possible. But it got him hotter than he had been. She could tell by the way his heart beat was echoing through his entire prick.
Running her tongue back and forth across the tiny triangular flap of skin dangling under his cock's head, she tried to make him come – fast. It was working, but not fast enough for the girl.
She felt her asshole losing its battle to keep in the fiery flood of the kerosene enema. She licked faster. She had to suck him off before that oozed from her ass.
The tiny drop of pre-cum was bitter against her tongue, but it was the sweetest thing she could remember. His come wasn't far off. She redoubled her efforts on his cock.
Twisting her head from side to side wasn't quite the same as face fucking herself, but it accomplished the same end. She managed to pull and stretch the skin on the man's cock. This tightened up the hairy bag containing his balls and lit his fuse.
He exploded with a rush into her mouth.
And all the time she was drinking down his pearly white come, she was thinking of the vibrator up her gooey cunt and the burning, hot, corrosive enema searing all the way up into her intestines.
When her neck tightened up to the point where she could barely move it due to the stiff muscles, she realized that the cock was going limp under her tongue.
She let it slip out.
And immediately fell face first onto the rug. She wasn't hurt but the tumble had made her lose control of her asshole. The kerosene and shit came gushing from her anus in a torrent.
The man said nothing. He glared down at her, then turned and walked off, leaving her in a pool of liquid shit, tied up double with the vibrator still in her cunt.
And there she stayed for another twenty-four hours.