Holly's Home Invasion
Part 14
by Andromeda
'Sir?' I heard Brenda's voice behind me, felt her caress my sore and aching
asscheeks.
'Prepare this capture for vaginal use,' Master Jim told the slavegirl, 'I want
her thoroughly masturbated and lubricated. I'm counting on you to apply your
usual skill.'
'I'll do my best, sir,' came the eager reply. I reddened and shifted in my
restraints but managed to keep my bound hands still behind my back for fear of
being caned once again. From where I lay with my face pressed down on the
tabletop I could see Beth bent over the raping tables, roped and shackled in
place like the other women with her hindquarters impaled on a thick hard shaft
wedged deeply inside her ass. I could hear the gag muffled cries of pain and
distress that were ripped from her throat with each thrusting penetration of her
mercilessly distended butthole. I wondered how long the tautly stretched and
tortured tissues could bear the strain of the thrusting before they ripped open.
Beside her stood Belinda, similarly bent over with her arms tied back, her neck
noosed and her shapely legs spread and fettered at the ankles. She too was being
ravished. Unlike Beth though, the librarian seemed to be reveling in her
degradation. Lustful grunts of pleasure filtered through her wadded and taped-in
panties as her rapist held her captive snatch immovably skewered on his shaft
like a trout on a pike for a few brief seconds before he ejaculated violently
inside her. On her left was the dark-haired girl who been in front of me when we
were herded into the room. She was sobbing and screaming through her gagging
cloths while a bearded slaver stood between her parted thighs relentlessly
plowing into her crotch, his pants and shorts bunched up around his ankles, his
white shirttails flapping around his buttocks like sails in a stiff wind. I
couldn't see whether the girl was being taken vaginally or through her ass but
from her gag-muted screams of pain I had no doubt that she was being raped
anally. I felt Brenda lean over me and cup my caned and throbbing buttcheeks
with her hands.
'Your poor buttocks,' she whispered in my ear, 'I saw what happened to you.
Everyone in the room was watching you get caned. It hurts, doesn't it?' I sobbed
and nodded miserably.
'I warned you about Master Jim,' the slave girl whispered, 'and I warned you
about struggling against your ropes. At least you've been taught a lesson.
You're going to be good now, aren't you?' Again I nodded and sobbed. The brutal
caning had left its mark and not just on my bruised and lacerated buttcheeks. It
had marked me inside. More than being stripped and manhandled, gagged, roped and
raped, it was being caned that finally broke my will. I could feel the markings
of my enslavement and debasement on my flesh as though they'd been burned in
with a red-hot branding iron.
'Try and relax now, sweetheart,' Brenda murmured, 'I have to get you ready for
the men. At least this part won't hurt. You're going to like it, trust me.' I
squirmed as she teased open my pussy lips and slipped her fingers inside me. I
had never before been touched intimately by a woman. It felt strange, almost
unreal. Yet her touch was surprisingly soft and delicate, almost as though she
were handling a rare and fragile flower. Against my will, I could feel the
stirrings of arousal in my loins as the hood over my clitoris was gently pushed
aside to bare the tender and sensitive nub of flesh to her softly caressing
finger.
'You've never had this done to you by a woman before, have you, sweetie?' I
heard her whisper. I grunted no through my gag and shook my head. 'Just relax
and let yourself get wet, sweetheart,' she murmured softly as she gently stroked
my clit to coax out my intimate secretions. After the harsh and humiliating
caning, the soft and quiet masturbation was thrilling, almost unbearably
pleasurable. In less than a minute I was thoroughly wet. My pussy throbbed with
desire. With a suddenness that took me utterly by surprise a powerful jet of
vaginal juices streamed out from between my thighs and formed a puddle on the
floor. I reddened with shame and embarrassment. I had never ejaculated before,
never experienced anything remotely like it in my entire life.
'Those of you who are standing close by can see how Slave Holly is responding,'
I heard my trainer remark with satisfaction, 'and for those of you who are
watching this on the screen I've let the camera zoom in on her vaginal opening
to allow you observe the details. Notice how the slave is not only secreting
copious amounts of vaginal fluids she's actually spraying them out like a bitch
in heat as the clitoral masturbation takes effect. We're talking about a
so-called defective here, gentlemen, but as all of you can see this particular
slave is responding to her vaginal stimulation far better than any of us could
have expected.'
Spraying like a bitch in heat. Humiliation and self-loathing welled up inside
me. I remembered bitterly the contempt I had felt when I'd watched poor Belinda
spray her own vaginal secretions over my living room floor. Racked with shame I
tried desperately to suppress my arousal. I couldn't. The waves of pleasure that
radiated from my throbbing snatch were too powerful to resist. As the slavegirl
masturbated my clit, my juices spurted out from between my legs in a
humiliatingly steady stream. They soaked my thighs, ran down my calves. I felt
like a common slut.
'You're creaming beautifully, sweetheart,' Brenda whispered, 'I'm going to rub
some of those juices into your cunt walls. Just relax. You're going to be
wonderfully wet and ready for use.' I felt the slavegirl remove her finger from
my clit and slip it smoothly into my sopping vaginal passage where she firmly
and expertly massaged my secretions into its throbbing lining. The deeply
penetrative masturbation drove me wild. I totally lost control of myself.
Involuntarily, I began grinding my hips and rubbing myself against the
slavegirl's hand. I couldn't stop. I ached for release, longed for the slavegirl
to masturbate me harder and deeper, yearned for a swift filling impalement on my
trainer's shaft to bring me to orgasm. I honestly couldn't believe what was
happening to me. Never before had I behaved so lewdly and wantonly. I had become
like Belinda, I thought bitterly, reveling in my debasement and defilement,
grinding my hips in an orgy of frustrated lust and desire. What I was
experiencing was beyond my understanding.
'Naturally, all of us don't have the same degree of skill as Slave Brenda has
displayed here,' I heard Master Jim say, 'she's actually one of the finest
vaginal handlers I have ever seen and I know that some of you here have had the
opportunity of attending her hands-on demonstrations at the school. We're all
quite impressed with her. Notice how the slave is furiously grinding her hips as
she attempts to climax. If her hands weren't tied she would doubtless be using
them as we speak to masturbate herself to orgasm. This slave's sexual energies
are visibly strong and robust. With proper training they can be harnessed and
channeled to create a marketable and valuable piece of merchandise. You can stop
now, Slave Brenda, don't let her climax. I'm going to be using her vagina
presently and I want it hot and hungry. Gentlemen, I'm going to ask all of you
to give Slave Brenda a round of applause. The vaginal handling has proved to be
a rousing success!'
A burst of cheering and clapping broke out in the room as the slave girl
withdrew her hand and left me gasping with frustration and pent-up desire.
Almost immediately I felt the slave trainer's hands on my buttocks, the tip of
his hard shaft being slipped in between my labia. My pussy throbbed with
anticipation as I waited for the thrust of penetration and impalement but my
trainer kept his shaft tantalizingly poised between my pussy lips while he went
on with his interminable lecture.
'I'm going to using this slave for a quick tutorial on submission. Most of you
have heard this material before at the school but it bears repetition. We rape
our captures not just to test for tightness and lubrication but as one more
means of enforcing submission and obedience. That's why it's important for a
fresh slave to be used as soon as possible after her capture. It reinforces her
sense of helplessness, teaches her that her body is no longer her own property,
informs her that it now belongs to others. It's also important to talk to the
slave while she's being used, explain what's being done to her in simple and
graphic terms, elicit her responses and enlist her participation in her
submission. I'm going to have to put my microphone aside but if you're standing
nearby and you listen carefully you'll be able to hear my personal take on how
to do this.'
I felt a quick thrust as the slave trainer's shaft was driven into my pussy and
felt my vaginal muscles ripple and contract as they welcomed it in, felt my
snatch wrap itself gratefully around the thick hard rod of throbbing flesh. I
gasped with pleasure as I felt it being withdrawn then rammed in again more
forcefully. I ground my hips as I felt its fullness, felt its base rub wetly
against my clit, felt its firm thickness stretch my wet and palpitating vaginal
walls. Wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed over me as my trainer
probed and plowed my pussy with swift hard strokes of his penis.
'Your cunt's nicely wet, slave,' my trainer grunted as his glans battered at my
womb, 'what I want to hear from you is confirmation that you're enjoying this.
Do you like having my cock up your cunt, slave? Do you like being fucked in
front of a roomful of men who are going to be using your cunt after I'm done
with it? Just a quick grunt through your panties will suffice.' I grunted as
loudly as I could through my muzzle. If I hadn't been gagged I would have
screamed it out to let everyone know how badly I needed to be taken, how much I
wanted this. I was glad I was gagged.
'Good,' Master Jim grunted as he took another few quick thrusts through my
throbbing pussy. I felt his member stiffen inside me and strain against my
cervix. He was close to orgasm. 'I'm ready to shoot my load into your fuckhole,
slave,' my trainer told me, 'once again I want you to grunt through your gag to
let me know that you're ready and willing to accept it.' Again I grunted into my
wadded panties. I did want it. I couldn't deny it. I felt thoroughly broken,
completely mastered by this ruthless slave trainer who had chosen me as his
demonstration captive. Ejaculation came a moment later, a powerful stream of hot
semen that washed over my womb and filled my passage as my trainer emptied
himself inside me, pumping his load into my pussy in a series of excruciatingly
pleasurable spasms that took me over the top. I came. Wonderfully. Wave after
wave of sheer unadulterated pleasure broke over me as my pussy contracted and
expelled its juices around my master's throbbing shaft. Sated and filled, I
collapsed in my restraints, groaning gratefully through my panties,
humiliatingly thankful for my orgasm, even thankful for the fact that I had been
denied the use of my hands, been kept bound and unable to resist my ravishment.
The tightly knotted ropes around my wrists behind my back suddenly felt
strangely appropriate, almost comfortable. Even my soiled panties suddenly
tasted sweet in my mouth. I felt oddly content, pleased that my trainer had kept
me securely tied and gagged for his use, almost proud that I'd been firmly and
helplessly restrained and forced to submit. My trainer withdrew from me and
picked up his mike. Electronic clicking noises rang through the public address
system as he tapped it sharply to draw everyone's attention.
'You'll notice that I've allowed the slave to enjoy an orgasm. Her obvious
submission warranted it in this case. A slave's orgasm has to be earned. We use
positive reinforcement to train the slave, to teach her that just as resistance
and struggling meets with harsh correction and discipline, submission is
rewarded by pleasure. I'm now opening her up for public use, gentlemen. Those of
you who are standing at the end of one of the queues might want to consider
lining up behind this demonstration capture to sample what she has to offer.
Vaginal use only, gentlemen. We'll be opening up her anal passage as soon as the
vaginal work is completed.'
I could hear several slavers queueing up behind me, heard their lewd comments as
they inspected my cum soaked snatch and bruised buttocks. The slave trainer
raised his voice.
'One more request gentlemen. As a matter of courtesy to the next user in line,
please make sure to leave the vagina in the same condition you found it in.
Clean out your ejaculate after you've taken your shot. You can leave some inside
to serve as a lubricant but not very much or the vagina gets unpleasantly sloppy
and loses its grip. Cleansing only takes a couple of seconds and it helps keep
the vagina fresh and ready for the next user. Please watch carefully as I
demonstrate the proper procedure.'
The slaver inserted his finger into my sopping vagina and quickly flicked out a
few gobs of semen then inserted what felt like a cloth to sop up more of my
wetness. I squirmed and bit down on my panties as my pussy was thoroughly mopped
and readied for further use. Over at the row of raping tables, my daughter's
first rapist had shot his load and gone, replaced by a squat heavyset man with
his hair in a pony tail. He stood between her fettered legs, his monstrously
thick shaft driven deep into her butthole. A thin rivulet of blood ran down from
her brutally stretched and distended anus to her crotch. Beth's anal membrane
had ripped. As I turned my face away I could hear her sobbing brokenly into her
panty gag. Behind me a rapist was already in position between my legs, his glans
inserted between my labia. Bent over in my bonds I waited pliantly and patiently
to be fucked.
