A Team's Only Defeat
Chapter 13: Jessica's Ordeal Continues
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
JESSICA
Despite our best efforts, President Chavez eventually tires of us a few weeks later. He tells us we are 'lucky' though - that because he still retains a certain fondness for me and my little sis, he will give us back to General Delgado instead of selling us to the cartels. By then, though, the General has "finer ass to fuck" as he so poignantly puts it, so he passes us along to Master Max and his cruel mistress, Mina.
Some of my worst fears are realized, yet I comfort myself because at least Sara and I will stay together. As soon as Master Max gets his hands on us, he makes us undergo a long and arduous training process. True to Master's promise he teaches us to be "obedient little fuck-slaves." Two years have now passed since our capture and we may never escape. If we were back in the States I would be just old enough to drink (21) and Sara just turned 20.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
MAX'S COMPOUND...
Max's compound covers hundreds of acres. It seems odd to the sisters that their Master, rich and with international contacts, would choose such Spartan furnishings for his complex. Nonetheless they have grown accustomed to their new home and the ways of the man they have to please.
Today is a typical morning. Mina retrieves them from their cells and guides them to the Master's workout facility. It is outfitted with a bed, in case the Master is in the mood for less conventional forms of exercise (which is often). However the room is also filled with ellipticals and weightlifting machines, as well as various free-weight equipment including a straight-up bench press and one with an incline. Like all rooms in the Master's complex, it has video cameras, and the girls aren't sure whether the eyes of guards they have never met monitor every terrible thing that happens or if their sadistic captor merely enjoys recording these torments.
Three men wait inside. Each man wears a black mask and black biker gloves that let the knuckles show through. They wear nothing else, and their physical brawn gleams like burnished iron. For a moment Jessica Aimes and her little sister, Sara, wonder if the men have spread oil over themselves, until they realize that the sheen is perspiration.
The Master eyes his slaves hungrily, a lion spying the delicacy of prey. He admires Jessica's cute, perfect nose -- reminiscent of a deer's little black nub -- and complemented by blue-gray eyes just as innocent...her blonde hair, tied in its signature ponytail just the way he likes...small, firm breasts poking under that insubstantial bra begging 'squeeze me.'
Master turns his gaze to young Sara, who has a body that has blossomed into womanhood. Indeed, her young breasts are exquisitely sculpted cones, neither large nor small, firm but reaching a pleasant size as they approach whitened, nipple-topped peaks -- a not-so-subtle contrast to the girl's relatively tanned nakedness. Young Sara has that similar hot little button of a nose and a tidy, delicate mouth, allowing anyone to clearly see that the two are sisters.
Jessica and Sara each wear nothing except a set of flame-themed Tastywear thongs and sports bra. Their hands are bound in dark wire before them. Each slave wears around her neck a silver necklace with a symbol of a female kneeling in chains, a sign of their submissive status.
Each of the masked men sits on a bench press, and behind them is the Master's workout bed. Not far from the bed is Master's famous 'training cock' -- a large pink colored dildo mounted on a half-cylindrical log.
Without even needing to be told, the two girls kneel before them on the cold floor.
"It is an honor for these slaves to serve," they chime unanimously. "Please let us pleasure you, Masters!"
Arnold grunts. "You train them like no one else, Brother. My dick aches already and the younger one looks like she's dying to take me deep inside herself!"
"Wait, let's not fuck these tasty sluts right away," Mike interrupts. "Let's see these bitches squirm."
"As you wish, Brothers," Max replies, striding over to the training platform with the gigantic pink electric dildo mounted on it. "Slave Jessica, show your sister how to fuck!"
"Yes Master!" Jessica chirps. She approaches the log, slipping her thong down past her ankles. The petite blonde then straddles the log and sinks her sex onto the rubberized object hard and eagerly. The slave begins to grind against the log, her body achieving an undulating workout as she tries to grasp as much of the dildo as she can in her soft sex.
"That's right, suck that fake cock up with your cunt, sweetie! Gyrate those hips as you fuck it. Good!" Max adds in a rare show of encouragement.
Jessica notices the cocks of the other two men becoming granite-hard and erect as she rides the log-cock dildo. Max walks over to the wall and helpfully turns on the dildo's electric motor as a BZZZing hum fills the room, the vibrations awakening the intimate parts in the young female captive.
"Mmm" she dares not let out more than that as the Master watches and withholds his permission to come.
"The bitch likes it," Mike observes.
Arnold locks eyes with Jessica as he strokes his cock.
"I bet you'd like a real live homegrown cock deep up your snatch rather than that fake little prick, wouldn't you slut?"
Jessica nods. Suddenly she feels pain as the sting of Max's nylon cat-o-nine whip lands on her back. "Yaa!"
"Slave will answer!" Max intones.
"Yes Master, forgive this slave! This slave would be GRATEFUL for a real cock!"
Jessica can tell Arnold isn't the waiting type. Arnold approaches the humping teenager and positions his cock near her lips.
But to Jessica's surprise the most muscular of the men barks, "You don't deserve to be fucked by a real cock! Now suck my ball sac, you slut!"
She cringes as he presents his jewels, her tongue tentatively poking out to taste the salty, sweat-soaked folds of flesh. Jessica isn't sure if she prefers pleasuring his strong-tasting wrinkled scrotum to simply sucking cock -- but knowing her desires are meaningless, she dutifully tickles and sucks on the vessels holding the most precious male cargo.
Meanwhile out of the corner of her eye Jessica's tormented gaze follows as the Master's guest, Mike, becomes suitor to her sister.
"Come here, little slut, we're going to have some fun!" Mike growls as he drags Sara to the Master's bed. There he unties her bonds only to retie her wrists to either side of a long restraining bar called a D-bar.
Mike looks down at the girl. She isn't squirming -- Max has trained her well enough, but he can tell that she desperately wants to.
Mike grins at the young woman. "It seems to me that we have a chance to do something very special together. Do you believe in miracles little one?"
Unsure where he is going with this, Sara nods like a good slave.
"Good. Because we're about to achieve a miracle together, as soon as I fit myself into that second and impossibly tight cunt I call your ASS!"
She starts to tremble a little, knowing that protests and flailing will be fruitless.
"Oh sweetie, it's not so bad. I'll make myself slick so we can get to know each other!" The man spreads a strawberry-scented oil along his sweaty shaft and positions himself carefully, letting the anticipation torment her a while longer.
Jessica watches helplessly as concern splays across Sara's delicate face and the man positions his piston at the least desirable of her openings.
Sara's shout echoes in the chamber as Mike plunges into her buttocks.
"What's wrong, honey? Been a while since you've had a good ass fucking?" the man teases as he pounds the slender girl.
Max simply watches the girls' simultaneous ordeals as his rapist guests enjoy themselves.
Meanwhile Arnold needs some relief. Suddenly Jessica feels his insistent member slip in and poke deeply to the back of her throat. She stifles the gag reflex and slurps along his manhood as she continues to grind along the log, deeply impaled by its buzzing pink shaft. In some ways she still can't believe this is happening to her even though it has been two years since her abduction in Venezuela. There are still rare glimpses of quasi-clarity where Jessica is almost sure that all of this has to be some surreal nightmare.
Arnold now grabs Jessica's ponytail and bunches it in his fist as he slams his dong in and out of her warm mouth, groaning appreciatively. Meanwhile Mike takes the knife Max hands him to cut off Sara's bra and starts squeezing the younger girl's busty twins.
"You've got nice tits for a young bitch," Mike comments as he fucks her anally. But her cries have quieted down somewhat, and he leans in to kiss her, stifling her subsequent low-pitched groans. As their lips meet, Sara finds herself gratefully playing with her rapist's tongue, a small diversion from the discomfort.
At last Mike pulls out, this time plunging into the proper hole.
"Is that better honey? Better let me know or we go back to the butt!"
"Much better Master!" Sara squeals. "Please fuck me hard! I am your slave and fuck-toy!" This line was a common appeal to their Master, and Sara says it in hopes of pleasing both Mike and her watching owner.
Meanwhile Arnold has grown restless. Jessica has swallowed his pre-cum, but now he pulls out and lies down on the cold concrete floor.
"Damn... this floor is COLD. But don't worry, bitch, I'm a gentleman. Come here and bust yourself on my warm cock and I won't make you lie under me!"
More gentlemanly than most of the treatment Jessica has become used to at the compound, she gladly accepts her rapist's demand, gently extricating herself from the dildo as Max turns off the vibrations. She sinks her sex onto the cock she has just helped lubricate for her pussy's good fortune.
"A little help here," the grunting Arnold hints. Suddenly Jessica feels a slippery finger reconnoiter just inside her anus, the oil on Max's fingertips welling into a special warmth that she feels deep in her loins, triggering an ironic shiver as her body responds to the sensory shock.
