A Team's Only Defeat

JESSICA'S POINT OF VIEW: OPENING SCENE

I am completely naked except for my pink panties pulled down just below my hips. I still feel the skin-colored butt plug buzzing in my buttocks. My arms are chained over my head, a black leather collar encircles my neck, and two more sets of shackles attach from my ankles to the headboard of the bed.

My red-haired coach still wears her deep ocean-blue bikini bra and panties. She's sitting in the chair, her ankles cuffed to the legs and her arms bound in duct tape to the chair back. A pink ball-gag stifles her mouth.

Valerie's wrists are attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling, there's enough slack so that she can kneel on the floor with her hands above her head. Cum seeps from her pussy and buttocks. More cum glistens on Val's nose and cheeks. Her eyes are pressed firmly shut as she weeps.

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Val yanks on the chain, but she has no more slack, no way to press her face against the carpet to wipe off the cum.

Maybe a minute later the door opens and a soldier leads both prisoners and tormentors into the room. My heart leaps and freezes in my throat. I see big Sis in her orange-and-red-swirl bikini outfit. Our eyes meet for one priceless moment. They haven't done anything to her yet, and for a moment I feel the spark of irrational hope. I want to ask her what they've done with Sara.

Laurie is also there in her black-and-white striped bikini getup -- it matches her dark hair.

I gasp as I see a Caucasian man and a Hispanic woman enter the room behind them. Both are surreally dressed. The woman wears long black stockings. Above that she's wearing what I would later discover is a PVC strappy bondage teddy. Silver rings connect black leather chords that form a crisscrossing latticework across her attractive body. The black leather chords encircle her ample bust, and rings just above her tits attach snugly to a black leather collar. She wears a mask, but it covers only as far down as the ridge of her nose, leaving her beautiful nose and mouth in full view while eye slits reveal seductive, chocolate eyes. Her mantle of long, dark hair cascades from underneath the mask down the back of her pretty figure.

The man wears a black mask that covers everything but his cold eyes. Otherwise he is completely naked except for huge black combat boots and black gloves.

He says something to the soldier in Spanish. The soldier hands the man a knife and walks out. The masked man brandishes the knife before a trembling Laurie. Even my headstrong sister, Lisa, doesn't dare protest. The shining steel captures their attention.

"What do you want with us?" Lisa squeaks.

Dark Mask grabs my sister by the throat and brings the knife within centimeters of her face. "You will not speak unless spoken to, is that understood?"

Lisa's head bounds vigorously up and down. "What's your name?"

"Lisa."

"Very well, Slave Lisa. You will call me Master or Master Max from now on and my assistant here you shall call Mistress or Mistress Mina. Understood?"

"Yes Master."

The soldier walks in, dragging something large. "Behold, the wooden horse. Mina, get it ready for our little slave. She needs to be punished for speaking out of turn."

"But Master, you can't! I didn't know!"

"Again she disobeys! I was going to just force you to ride it with your cunt, Slave, but now you've forced me to add a new torment."

"Master, please don't! Please!"

Max smacks her buttocks. OW. He shoves her forward towards the horse, his hands groping beneath her scant bikini bra. The inadequate bra seems unable to contain my sister's well-endowed bust, the supple jugs threatening to spill out. Max squeezes them roughly and Sis starts to moan and look with stricken eyes as Mina prepares the horse.

Mina turns back. "What else shall we abuse her with, Master?"

"Give her the high shock treatment."

Oh no. Please no. Not my sister. Suddenly I find my voice.

"Wait, please M-master! Please don't hurt my sister!" I implore.

Max turns to me. "What's your name, slut?"

"Jessica."

"Slave Jessica, it was very brave of you to speak out after everything I have just said, especially since I have a knife and you are at my mercy." He shoves Sis into the arms of the soldier and strides up to the bed.

"Mina, please get my favorite toy." I cringe in horror as she approaches with the triple-dildo I had seen earlier.

"You don't want me to hurt her? Fine, I won't. I'm going to sit back and watch you fuck her hard with this giant dildo or else..." and with that he strides over and takes a riding crop from the table.

Mina steps behind me. The soldier holds me in place while Mina carefully dislodges the beige butt plug vibrator from my anus and positions the new, even crueler strap-on triple-dildo. "Ok, sweetie, this may hurt a little."

"YAAAA!" I squeal as she rams the dildo up and into my holes, the double penetration almost causing me to faint.

The man walks up to me and leans over the bed. "Are you full now, Slave? How does it feel?"

"Yes Master...it hurts...oh...god...uhhhh."

"Now we unchain these..." he says, taking the shackles off my ankles and undoing the wrist cuffs as well. He cuffs my hands in front of me. Meanwhile Mina lays my sister down on the bed. They tie her spread-eagled to the mattress and rip away her bikini bra and panties, discarding the tatters.

The Master forces me to straddle her, the giant, artificial cock looming over my sister's pussy, a spear protruding obscenely from my crotch.

"OK slut, fuck her hard or I'll give you electric shocks until you pass out!"

With painful regret I look into my sister's tortured, glistening eyes. She mouths 'It's OK' as I linger, reluctantly steeling myself to do the deed.

"FUCK her you bitch!" Suddenly a hand smacks my left butt cheek so hard I can feel the red imprint, pain tingling as I plunge hesitantly into Lisa's snatch. The dildo is so dry I can't help but feel terrible for Lisa as Master forces me to fuck her with animalistic zeal. I lay into her for all I'm worth, terrified of what he will do if I don't. I reach out, caressing Sis's breasts, hoping I can give her some comfort.

But suddenly Mina straddles the wailing Lisa, caresses my face as I fuck.

Without warning Mistress leans, enveloping my lips with her mouth, her tongue sliding in and mating with mine.

"Mmmm...such a delicious young slave. Master, when this is all over can I train her?"

The Master laughs. "When we are done, Kat, you may choose to keep one of them and do with her what you wish."

"Thank you, Master, you are most generous."

As I continue to fuck her I suddenly feel the bite of the crop smack across my buttocks.

"AAAAAA!"

"Fuck harder, Slave, or I'll whip you raw you slut."

"Uhh...Yes Master."

SMACK. The whip brutalizes my sensitive ass. SMACK. Again. "Uuoooh...please no more Master...I'm doing it!"

"Learn to fuck with enthusiasm, whore! Talk dirty to the bitch. Tell her how you're going to fuck her all night long, fuck her 'til she dies, and say it with feeling."

"Ooohh...Lisa I'm going to fuck you all night long" I squeal. SMACK. I don't have to turn around to see the red lines forming on my abused butt cheeks. "Lisa I'm going to fuck you to death!" I moan unwillingly.

Finally he stops punishing my ass.

I suddenly realize a fierce aching at the tips of my heaving chest. Between the whipping and fucking I hardly had time to notice Mina's deft tongue sliding across my breasts, her deft fingers pinching the buds of my tits until they became firm and engorged. I blush, ashamed of my body betraying me as she kisses me, her tongue grabbing and sucking my tongue so fiercely I surrender a soft moan.

"MMmm yes...little kitten...you like?" Her fingernails rake just barely across my sore ass cheeks, stroking the tender skin. I groan as she touches me, relieved as her hands move upwards, caressing my back. But then she presses my body forward, crushing our breasts together as she embraces me with her body as well as her tongue. I can do nothing but moan, temporarily caught in the moment, my fucking tempo slowed to gentle thrusts that Master is kind enough to ignore.

Soon I realize why he has ignored me even as I've started to go easy on fucking Sis. He is kneeling over Lisa, his cock insistently poking at her face, the hard rod of flesh not to be denied. The whip is in his other hand, a persuasive thing, and Lisa yawns to take in his manhood.

He groans, obviously pleased by her obedient tongue, feeling her hot and ragged breath warm his great member. "Ahhh...Slave Lisa sucks cock like a Thai whore...ohh...can you feel my cock getting slimy in that pretty mouth of yours, slut?"

Finally he pulls out and turns to me, hand pumping his shaft to an eruption. I stare at his slimy, glistening flagpole, knowing he's going to bombard me with his seed. His eyes lock on mine, a look of hunger, as he groans his release, globules of cum spattering against my face, neck and tits. Mina helpfully licks at the cum on my cheeks, then swoops into my mouth so I can taste his surprisingly syrupy sweetness.

Master stares coldly at me. "You like it, don't you slave?" I cry out "Yes Master!" between smothering kisses with Mina, hoping desperately not to anger him.

"Get used to tasting my cum, because from now on it's a major staple of your diet. Mina's taken a fancy to you, and what is hers is mine."

I keep fucking poor Sis as if I'm just a merciless, mechanical dildo. Finally Master tells me to stop and Mina pulls her tongue from my mouth. He leans me forward on my stomach, unstraps the dildo, pulling it free from my aching cunt and ass as I groan with relief.

"Sit on the edge of the bed." I obey. He takes me off the chain, but snaps cuffs around my wrists behind my back. He hands Mina the triple dildo soaked with my sister's fluid. "Now clean your sister's cum off that cock." As Mina offers it to my face with both hands, I thoroughly lick that rubber cock. Mmmm I can't help but taste my sister's sweetness, for a moment forgetting the rapist and my helpless torment. His hard, piercing gaze monitors my obedience.

"Slave Jessica likes Sis's flavor."

He snaps dark metal shackles around my ankles while I'm doing this. The shackles stretch taut, my ankles maybe six inches apart

"Keep your legs wide, cunt."

He walks over to Valerie as I continue licking the contours of the artificial penis. By the expression of surprise on her face, I can tell that she was hoping to go unnoticed kneeling on the floor, still recovering from her gang rape. But Master treats her no less harshly than Sis or me. THWACK. "Please Master!" I hear her scream. The whip slams against her waistline as Val writhes on the floor.

"Get up you lazy bitch." Val jumps up. Master walks over to the table and gets one of the leather collars. He slips it around Val's neck, snaps it into place. Then he detaches the chain and cuffs her hands before her. Finally, he attaches a chain to one of the rings on the collar and yanks her towards the bed.

He ties the chain around one of the posts at the foot of the bed. He leans in close, face inches from Val's. "Now you're going to give us a show by licking your teammate until she gushes all over that pretty face." Val is thrust to her knees in front of me. Master helpfully shoves her head in my crotch, and soon her tongue finds my little button, squeezing it and making it rigid. I bite my lip, stifling a tempting moan. Her tongue batters the most sensitive part of the female body in an irresistible onslaught. I feel my legs become jelly, a fire smoldering between them that somehow births a small river of fluid. SLURP. Val's tongue is working hard. Master takes my hands, re-cuffs them in front of me, and places them on Val's head.

"Now hold her face to your cunt."

I grip her shiny, shampooed hair in a firm grasp. "Yes Master...I am." I press her face harder into my clit. Oooo...she's threatening my control. "Oh Val," I moan, my cheeks flushed, "you're going to make me..." but my words trail away into a long, drawn-out coo. I start bucking against her face, hips gyrating...heart pounding...oh god I can't believe this rapist is going to make Val make me cum!

The man becomes amused. "Cum, you little slut. She's going to make you cum. Then it's back to getting fucked by hard, meaty dick."

My mouth opens into a wordless 'O' as Val urges me to the finish line. I stare at her rippling jaw. Suddenly her teeth scrape against my clit, a series of tiny bombs exploding in the dampness between my legs. It puts me over the top. "Aaaaaaaaa!" My juices jet onto my best friend's tongue and surge down her delicately shaped chin.

I'm panting as Master leads me away from the bed.

He guides me to one of the three concrete poles. "First we undo these," he says, unsnapping the cuffs only to re-cuff my arms behind my back and around the pole.

"You will stand until instructed otherwise."

"Yes, Master."

What he does next stirs fear as potent as any I've ever felt. I see him take a small remote from the table. He turns to Mistress Mina.

"Ok, wire up those hot titties."

"Please Master," I beg as Mina clamps an alligator clip over my left nipple, then painfully over the right nipple, pressing all the blood from the tips of my breasts. Two long wires run from the alligator clips to a small box on the table.

Master walks behind the pole, great big hands slipping around my slender body and suddenly squeezing my breasts. He rasps at his assistant: "Make sure Slave Jessica watches every moment of the action. If she tries to keep her eyes shut or look away, give her some shock therapy.

The Mistress bows. "Yes, Master. It will be done."

As Master hands her the remote, the masked Hispanic woman smiles at me. "Will Slave Jessica be a good girl?"

"Yes Mistress!" I manage, turning to the sight before me.

Master drags Val over to the pole beside me and Mistress gives him a pair of dark metal wrist and ankle shackles identical to the ones I'm wearing. He takes off the pair of regular handcuffs and applies the dark metal wrist shackles and ankle shackles. He cuffs her arms behind her back and around the pole, putting her in the same position as me.

"There. Doesn't that outfit fit you nicely bitch? Matches your collar."

He takes the ballgag dangling around her neck and re-fastens it into her mouth. "You may sit, but you better watch the show, slut, and if you look away or close those pretty eyes, Mina will give you another taste of the whip, understood?"

Val nods assiduously. When he turns and walks away she slides gratefully to the rug.

With terrible anticipation I watch the fates of Lisa and Laurie unfold. The soldier has been standing with Laurie, groping her under her bikini the whole time.

"When do I get to fuck this puta?" he complains to Max.

"Very soon, Manny. I have an idea."

Master Max and Mina take Sis off the bed. She struggles wordlessly, but finally Master snaps those dark metal shackles over her wrists and ankles too.

"Lay down, Manny. I'm going to make these whores do all the work."

The soldier named Manny grins. "Ok man you the boss."

Manny strips completely naked and jumps onto the bed. Mina hands Manny some kind of cream, which he applies liberally to the length of his shaft. Master takes the regular handcuffs off of Laurie and dons her in the same stylish black wrist and ankle bonds. Next he snaps a dark leather collar around Laurie's neck, then Lisa's. He glances around at Val and me, then back to his current victims. "There, now you bitches all have matching outfits. Good."

Now he addresses Lisa and Laurie. "OK you two. We're going to play a fun little game called 'let's see who can impale her needy pussy on Manny's cock first'. The first one to bring Manny to cum in her pussy gets a reward. The one who fails...well let's just say, ladies, that neither of you want to fall under that category. With failure comes punishment."

Master gives the girls a moment to digest this terrible news. Lisa and Laurie look at each other, a shared and tacit sympathy passing between them that triggers the Master's displeasure.

"Look at me!" he intones.

"M-m-master please you can't make us do this," Laurie begs. "We haven't done anything. We're not spies!"

Master looks at her coldly. "The standard punishment when a slave speaks out of turn is a thorough whipping and ass-fucking or, if the Master is feeling merciful, a hard fucking and spanking. But since you are new and uninitiated, I will let that pass."

Laurie's mouth zips shut real fast. I can see the strain in Lisa's expression -- she wants to protest, her outspoken and feisty nature almost demanding it -- yet the threats before her are too great. She is at the merciless hands of a rapist with no hope of escape and she knows it. She's a fighter, but she isn't stupid. I quietly pray that cool-headedness will prevail, not wanting to see her hurt.

"Good. Now...when I give the word, girls, you will race towards that bed and each strive to be the first to successfully fuck Manny to climax. May the best slut win."

Master steps back, raises his arm...holds it, letting the tension grow with the silence. Just then as I look at Laurie and Sis it seems to me that it is no longer them. They have hungry, desperate looks in their eyes, almost inhuman. Suddenly it hits me: like creatures in the wild fighting for survival, these friends will not hesitate to harm one another if it means success in this zero-sum game. I am reminded briefly of the famous behavioralist B.F. Skinner who said that everything in life we do either to avoid pain or to obtain pleasure. Grimly, I witness the truth of his theory.

"GO!" and with that Master's arm sweeps downward and the race has begun.

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TO BE CONTINUED...