The days settled into a most pleasant routine of pain and gratification. The victims came in a steady flow of several a day. The time spent in disciplining
– the men and engaging in the frenzied lesbian orgy that followed, consumed the better part of a day. The remainder was spent in eating and sleeping. The work of the day exhausted Debbi, and she slept soundly.
"Wake up sleepy head," Christine called. It had become a regular routine. And with it came the sweet thrills of a mutually satisfying sex act.
"All right," Debbi said crossly, but broke into laughter as Kristine tickled her awake. Her laughter changed to gasps of delight as the older girl's fingers found her cunt and teased it to life.
"Your little pussy is asleep. I want to wake it,"
Kristine said dreamily. Her pussy was already
bathed in a worked-up lather of pleasure when
Kristine pressed her insistent lips to it for a kiss.
The butterfly kisses turned to a slow licking as
Debbi's need grew.
"Nice!" was all Debbi gasped as the fingers made a squishy sound deep within her body.
"Get the feather," Christine said throatily. Debbi knew what the girl wanted. She reached over and opened the drawer next to the bed and removed a large ostrich feather.
"Get your pretty pussy over here," Debbi ordered. Kristine giggled into Debbi's mint as she raised herself on the bed. She was wearing a nightshirt and it had ridden over her cute little rump with the movement. Debbi tickled the feather over the girl's beckoning ass, and she spread her thighs wider as a reaction. The firm, sensual thighs quivered on either side of Debbi's head as the girl got into position. Her feet and toes curled affectionately in Debbi's hair.
"Oh, I love that," Kristine cooed, her body shaking in pleasure as the feather traced teasing circles around her wantonly spread pussy lips. The cunt exuded a thick fluid which soon coated the feather.
"Now, you'll get it!" Debbi laughed, wishing to please the girl between her legs who was so devotedly eating her pussy. Kristine squirmed in sheer bliss each time Debbi pressed the large feather over her sensitive cit. Debbi grew more determined to make the girl come as her own belly started to boil. The feather continued its constant beating on the defenseless cut until the girl shook in orgasm.
"You come with me," Kristine ordered, raising her head only briefly from the steaming gash. Her face immediately went back to the pussy feast. Kristine had already learned that Debbi went wild if her inner lips were sucked close together. So Christine pulled them both into her mouth and made a tremendous suction. She repeated the action several times, and Debbi went off.
"So good.., so flicking good!" Debbi screamed in joy. Kristine held her thighs in place. By keeping Debbi from thrashing about, Kristine insured a more intense orgasm centering in the girl's crotch. The climax caused a frothy bubbling of Debbi's
pleasure juice to coat Kristine 's face.
"That was lovely," Kristine said, positioning herself next to Debbi to give her a wet kiss. It was a great pleasure for them to kiss after cunnilingus. It was strangely erotic to taste one's own juices and those of the lover. This gentle kissing went on for a minute. Then the memory of the delights of pain to be had this morning forced a dutiful Christine to insist that Debbi dress.
"Who is this mystery man? And what could he possibly want that we haven't already done to all the others?" Debbi asked. She put on her leather outfit and boots. In just a few days, Debbi felt they had exhausted all the ways possible to physically and sexually abuse a~ man. They had whipped men, put them on the rack, beat their cocks bloody with hollow rubber tubes, and even ridden them around the hard concrete floor like horses. One man had to accept Kristine 's urine in his mouth, while another had all of his body hair pulled out with tweezers.
"Oh, you'll see. He's a very important man, he
is. Some kind of minister in the government. And he's making a deal concerning oil rights to the United States. And he's the kinkiest of them all," Kristine whispered. Apparently, the two girls weren't supposed to know the identity of the men they serviced. It was a house rule and a security measure rigidly enforced by Fati through Magda's control over the girls. But Kristine was good at listening at keyholes.
"What's he want?" Debbi asked. She was surprised that such important men took such apparent risks to their careers just for sexual gratification. But then, Debbi knew what it was like to be captivated by desire.
"The same thing all the time. He's the one we
made that electric chair for. He comes in, has us go through a ritual of fitting him in the chair. We fit his balls in this ugly metal contraption on the chair and we wire his cock for electric shocks. Then we give him doses of juice and he has to take them. If he moves too much he'd rip his balls right off," Kristine said, excited just talking about the prospect of the man's castration.
"Cute," Debbi commented. She wondered how far a man could be pushed. But the fact that they took a great deal of pleasure from their punishment bothered her. Debbi wanted them to suffer more than they did.
"Oh, he starts off real bossy. Like he's just a big shot and we're only cheap whores. But once he's in the chair and Magda keeps telling me to increase the juice, he begs like the rest of them," Eristine said, a tone of boasting in her voice.
"I bet. But it bothers me to see them acting like they're in real agony, while all the time they're enjoying it," Debbi confessed. She'd just finished tying up her boots.
"They hurt, all right. The dirty bastards," Kristine commented, the venom seething in her voice. It was obvious that she feared and hated men. The reason behind her hatred was of interest to Debbi.
"Did a man ever hurt you when you were very young?" Debbi asked. She wondered for a moment if she'd gone too far. Their friendship was just developing and Debbi realized that an improper question could cool off their relationship. Thankfully, Kristine wasn't offended.
"My father raped me when I was fourteen. My mother was so drunk she only stood by and laughed while he did it. Then, I had to suck the cocks of his drunken friends when they came over
for cards. It was horrible. I finally ran away. I whored for two years until I heard about this place. I've been working here for two years. I know many things about subjects I can't discuss," Kristine explained. Though Debbi immediately felt curious about what kinds of things Kristine knew, she pushed the question out of her mind to bare her own soul. Debbi felt that in this manner she would be sharing a trust with Kristine.
"I don't know that I hate any one man. I just hate the power they seem to have over women. I want that power, I guess. I need that power," Debbi said, her voice turning forceful. Both of them remained silent for a couple of seconds.
"We must hurry up. I've got to get dressed. Magda will want us down at breakfast," Kristine said, pulling Debbi with her. She dressed quickly and the two girls went down to breakfast.
"How utterly charming," Fati commented. He was gazing in appreciation at how the three women were dressed at the breakfast table. After the meal he again addressed them: "Ladies, this morning we are having a most distinguished visitor. I want you all to do an exceptionally good job for him."
"Of course," Magda replied. Her sly smile indicated to Debbi that she knew something she wasn't about to reveal. Debbi felt certain it was a secret she shared with Fati.
The routine was followed to the letter. The only new element was the preparation of the chair. Debbi was fascinated by it and eager to see it in operation. The. visitor arrived and said nothing, merely bowing his head formally. He was a distinguished-looking man.
"Please undress and be seated," Magda ordered. But her voice was more in the, cordial tone of a doctor speaking to her patient. The man did so
without hesitation. Kristine quickly strapped him
in. She then fitted the strange device around bin balls.
"Get him hard, Debbi," Magda ordered. Debbi knelt in front of the man and took his limp cock in her mouth. In less than a minute, her warm saliva and auctioning mouth had raised him to a full erection.
"That's good," was all the man said. Kristine urged Debbi aside and put an electrode right next to the tip of his rigid cock. Them she drew the device around his balls still tighter.
"Easy, dammit!" the man barked, and Kristine backed away. The man was sitting straight up in the chair. His testicles were drawn up tight away from his body and gripped tightly by the metal device. Debbi could understand how Kristine said a sudden movement on the part of the man -could result in his balls being ripped from his body. The thick metal plate wouldn't give under any circumstances. It would be disastrous for the man to move his body away from the electrode that touched the tip of his prick.
"Now get ready," Magda instructed the man. "You also, Kristine." The girl went to a control panel against the wall and held a switch in her sweating palm.
"Hit it!" Magda ordered. The contact was made and the man had a strange reaction. The shock hit his cock and tormented his lower body. But because of his endangered testicles, he forced the bottom half of his body.to stay rigidly still. His upper body shook terribly, and he threw his head back and clenched his teeth.
"Stop!" Magda said, her eyes glued to the man. She was behaving far more professionally than Debbi had ever seen. Even Kristine only shyly
manipulated her genitals under her skirt as she operated the controls. Debbi did nothing but remain a passive spectator.
"More power this time. Hit it!" Magda ordered. Once more Kristine responded and this time the grotesque expressions seemed more dramatic.
"Stop. Once more, but this time still higher. Hit it!" Magda ordered. This time something different happened. The man's body shook and then went limp. As he settled back into unconsciousness, his body slumped backward into the chair. The bonds held tightly and Debbi watched horrified as the testicles were severed and dropped to the floor. The wound was ugly and blood literally poured out of it. Several drops landed on the floor, staining the concrete an ugly crimson.
"Shut the fucking thing off, you stupid girl!" Magda ordered, rushing to the switch and pushing the petrified girl to the floor. Magda cursed as she finally got the connection broken. Both Debbi and Kristine stood staring mutely at the terrible sight.
"I didn't do it!" Kristine said, suddenly going into hysterics.
"You stupid cunt! Get the hell out of here! Both of you!" Magda commanded, struggling with the straps on the chair. Debbi had had enough of the sight and wanted to remove herself as quickly as possible from the enraged woman. She dragged the sobbing Kristine up the stairs.
"What's happened!" Fati demanded as he encountered the two girls in the hail. Kristine's behavior told him tat something had most certainly gone wrong.
"There's been an accident," Debbi told him, continuing in her flight away from the basement.
"For the love of God!" Fati exclaimed, turning white. He brushed past them and hurried down the
stairs. The sound of the excited voices of Magda and Fati could be heard through the open basement door. Then it slammed shut and Debbi could hear nothing.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Kristine sobbed as Debbi took the girl to her room. Kristine fell face down on the bed and drummed her fists in impotent rage against the bed.
"I know it. But that man will die. And we're in big fucking trouble," Debbi said excitedly.
"Oh, why did it happen?" Kristine lamented.
"I don't know. But I think we'd better get the hell out of here," Debbi said. She hurried about the room to pack. Her survival instincts were working well. Kristine. still sobbed violently as Debbi made ready to leave.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Fati was in the doorway holding a gun on Debbi. Behind him was Magda.
"What the hell is this?" Debbi demanded. She couldn't mask the fear in her voice.
"Going somewhere, my little cunts?" Fad asked. He motioned for Debbi to put the packed suitcase down. She immediately did so.
"The minister is dead. That leaves us with a very messy situation. The operation here is terminated, but it leaves us with a tidy profit," Magda said, entering the room. She had a pair of handcuffs. It took only one motion to put them on Kristine's wrists and secure her to the large frame of the bed.
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" Kristine protested. She still hadn't caught on to what those holding the advantage were up to. Debbi felt that she already knew what they had planned for her and Kristine.
"Of course you didn't. How could you have known that the dials had been adjusted to make a
seemingly harmless shock be a powerful enough one to induce unconsciousness," Fati explained. Debbi made a slight move. The gun following her told her a more sudden movement would, be suicide.
"Sony, my wicked little dean. But we have to create an accident. The house must- burn up with the minister's body, and you, in it," Magda added.
"You see," Fati continued. "Certain American industrialists wished to see the one man blocking the oil deal removed from the scene. And they have paid two hundred thousand dollars to do it. That'll be enough to see us comfortably into retirement."
"Why do we have to stay? We'll keep quiet," Debbi implored, trying to figure out some way to save her life.
"Sorry. We can't take the chance," Fati said. The finality of his statement sounded like a death sentence to her.
"You wouldn't shoot me. Even after the fire they'd know it was murder," Debbi said, rushing at Fati in a last desperate attempt to save her life. Fati was ready and shoved the butt of the gun into her moving head. They left Debbi unconscious as they quickly left the room.
Debbi returned to consciousness to find the room engulfed in thick smoke. She felt a strong pain in her head that made it difficult to move. But her instinct for survival made her struggle to her feet.
"For God's sake, Debbi, get me loose!" Kristine begged, pulling frantically at the handcuffs that
kept her secured to the bed.
"Okay," Debbi said, rushing over to pull at the chains. The smoke in the room was getting thicker and the metal of the bed was now hot. She pulled frantically, but the bonds wouldn't give.
"It's got to give. Get something!" Kristine pleaded.
"It's no use," Debbi conceded, coughing violently as smoke filled her lungs. She knew that if she stayed any longer, she'd also be dead. Debbi ran from the room with Kristine's hopeless and terrified cries filling her ears. Somehow, she managed to make her way out of the house.
"Oh, look, someone's coming out!" one in a group of several dozen shouted. Debbi turned away from them arid began to run. The loud clanking of fire engines seemed deafening. She didn't stop running until they were only faint sounds.
"You all right, girlie?" a middle-aged man asked her. He was staring at her peculiar outfit of leather that showed from underneath her coat.
"Yeah, but get the fuck out of my way!" Debbi barked, but the man held her fast. She was too weak to escape his hold.
"Take it easy. Maybe I can help you out," he added, lust Written on his features.
"I had a fight with my old man. He kicked me out. I need, some bread," Debbi said breathlessly. She still could sell her body.
"Okay. I know a couple of guys out of town who could use a few laughs. They'll throw in a twenty apiece," the man suggested. The price was insulting. She'd been a two-hundred-a-night chick. And this cheap son of a bitch offered only twenty miserable dollars apiece. But times were lean. And Debbi wanted to get out of the area in a hurry.
"All fight. But I need a dress. I'll tell you the size," Debbi said.
"Good. I got a car. Let's get in," the man urged, ushering her into a vehicle by the curb. They made a stop at a dress shop and the man bought her a cheap shift. It was far more functional than the leather outfit. She put it on over the leather uniform even as the man drove through the deserted side streets of Toronto. They were out of the city proper in a few minutes.
"Where is this place?" Debbi asked.
"Just up ahead," the man answered. He pulled the car into a roadside diner. Several cars were there.
"This is the place?" Debbi asked, not bothering to conceal the contempt in her voice.
"It's a good place. And it's clean enough," the man said. Debbi could see that he thought of her only as a cheap tramp. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get.
"What goes on here?" Debbi asked, shivering in the cold as she got out of the car.
"You'll see," the man answered, opening the door and pushing her inside. Five males of various ages and sizes were drinking beer at the bar. A couple was eating dinner in the corner and an old man was seated alone at another booth. The cook was also apparently the waiter, ansi he was an ugly brute who sized her up with hot lust in his eyes. He nudged all of the barflys and they turned around to get a look at her.
"Whoooeee, hello, Mama!" one black-toothed younger man chuckled. The others grinned their approval of what they saw.
"She's hot for a little fun," the man who had brought Debbi said.
"So are we, eh, boys?" a pot-bellied man in a
t-shirt commented. The others chuckled like a herd of braying jackasses. The black-toothed youth got up and played a series of popular songs on the jukebox.
"Dance it around," the man who brought Debbi suggested. She was physically sickened by what she was about to do. The men were nothing but repulsive animals. But perhaps she deserved it for the life she led. It was fitting that she be punished for her treatment of others.
"Yeah, yeah, take it all off!" the men howled in unison as Debbi removed her coat and shift. She wiggled about in her leather outfit to their lecherous delight. They scratched and pulled at their crotches in anticipation of what was to come.
"Show us them tits," the black-toothed youth demanded, and Debbi took off her bra. As her ripe tit shook, each man fumbled in his wallet for the price to tuck her.
"Twenty bucks for your best shot," the man who had brought her commented. He collected up the money and ushered her into a back room. The young couple had disappeared when they realized what was about to happen.
"This is a shit hole," Debbi commented, noticing a broken mattress lying in the corner of the storeroom. She took off her skirt and the man began to breathe faster.
"We ain't got no palace. But you sure look like a queen," the man said, his cock causing a swell in his pans.
"Thanks. Send them in one by one," Debbi instructed. She sat down on the mattress. The boots stayed on, though Debbi doubted these rustics had enough sophistication to appreciate the kinky deviation.
Her estimate was right. The first six men merely
jumped on her and fucked away. They had no technique, and when she put her well-developed pussy muscles to work on their pricks inside other, they all ejaculated quickly. The men hadn't exhausted her, though her cunt was sore from the workout. Her breasts were also a bit bruised from their rough handling. They were like a bunch of horny high school boys, fudking like jackrabbits and grabbing a feel of tit as they went. Now only the man who had picked her up remained to be satisfied.
"Those bastards don't have any idea how to fuck a woman," Debbi lamented. The bleary-eyed weasel of a man would no better.
"What do you want, Miss Fancy Cunt?" the man chided.
Debbi laughed at him. "None of them would kiss me. Afraid, I guess; How about you?" Debbi teased.
"Don't crap me. I did you a favor, you know. Jeez, you're all soaked down there," the man commented with displeasure. He quickly stopped his tentative exploration of her cunt.
"What did you expect? Those bastards had a lot of come stored up. And I know why. No decent woman would touch them. Only a whore," Debbi said, watching the man remove his pants. He wore no underwear. His prick was hard and of modest size. A clear drop of fluid glistened on the tip. Debbi ran her fingers over the prick, rubbing the lubricant into the pulpy head.
"Oh, suck it for me," the man breathed, looking like he would come just from her touch. She wanted to hassle him for more money, but thought better of it.
"Come in my mouth," Debbi ordered. She continued to fig his dick as her mouth sucked the
entire length. She let some of it out just in time to feel the man's load pouring into her mouth. He shook for a moment, then forced her head away as the friction of her lips after climax was too rough on his sensitive dick. Debbi made a big display of spitting the come out. But the man didn't seem to give a damn.
"How about my bread?" Debbi reminded him. She dressed quickly.
"Here," the man said, handing her only seventy dollars.
"What's this shit? I want the entire one hundred forty!" Debbi demanded.
"You'll take half. I helped you earn it," the man said.
"The flick you did! You give me all the bread or I'll tell those flickers how you're taking their money. They'll kick the living shit out of you for that," Debbi threatened. The man squirmed and sadly handed over the rest of the money.
"Whore," he whispered under his breath as she left. She chose to ignore the comment.
"Can I give you a lift?" the black-toothed youth offered. The others at the bar laughed at his enthusiasm.
"No thanks," was all Debbi said in reply. She quickly left. The wind was cold, but she braved it and began walking down the highway.
Debbi felt it was all over now. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do. She could whore for twenty dollars for the stinking scum that hung around the taverns. But death would be better. She sat down next to the highway. The cold increased when she stopped moving. This would be the end of the road.