A Team's Only Defeat

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older

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EPILOGUE - "Chapter 16: Little Sister's Nightmare"

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SOMEWHERE IN VENEZUELA...

Jessica's younger sister had endured so much, yet she was to endure much, much more before her young life had ended.

Brutus was one of Master Max's trusted lieutenants, and after a hard month's work of kidnapping for Master's harem he was entitled to a little 'release.' He dragged the young blonde down twisting corridors of cinderblock walls.

The girl's wrists and ankles were shackled so that he had to half-carry, half drag her sexy ass with him.

"W-where are you taking me, Master?" she squeaked. The masked Caucasian man looked at Sara harshly, smacked her once on the cheek, and told her: "Shut up, cunt. That's for me to know and you to find out."

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SARA'S PERSPECTIVE:

My name's Sara. If anyone ever reads this, I have at least this comfort -- that someone will know what happened to me.

One of my brutal captors drags me into one of the large underground chambers. There's a window at one end, which seems odd, and what looks like sunlight shining through. But no, quickly my eyes adjust and I realize it's only firelight. My hopes sink as the man in the military fatigues and dark ski mask plops me down onto a cushioned seat and attaches my ankle shackle to a huge iron ring in the floor.

He sits across from me and lights a cigarette. His eyes slowly drape their hungry gaze across the sinuous curves of my breasts and hips and the long, graceful tresses of golden hair that falls over my shoulders and down the side of my face.

"You're one cute little slut, aren't you?"

I look down, submissive, as I've learned to be. "I need you to help me train one of our newest cunts. Are you up for that, slave?"

"Slave Sara will do whatever Master asks!" I pipe up, knowing what needs to happen.

Master Brutus nods approvingly and makes a motion towards the large, ironclad door we entered from. That door swings open and two towering, dark-skinned men walk through. They wear nothing above the waist, military fatigue pants and shiny, black boots below. Between them is a struggling blonde girl, maybe a year or two younger than me, and her innocent eyes are filled with terror.

"What's your name, bitch?"

"S-Serena. Please don't hurt me!" she begs, and I feel sorry for her because I know how futile her pleas will be.

Master Brutus points at the two huge, dark twins standing behind her. "I see you've already met Jurik and Gurig. I think I'll invite them to stay. Their assistance might prove... useful."

Now I know that familiar lurching sensation in my stomach, and Master Brutus walks over to me, spreads my thighs with the whip he is holding. All he has to do is dangle that whip's cat'o'nine tendrils between my legs and I know to open.

"Good girl... such a sweet, tight little pussy here. Maybe our newest slave wants to take a peek, eh?"

He turns back to the horror-filled gaze of young Serena, who's already being forced to her knees at my feet. Jurik tries to force her mouth between my legs, but she won't be led. The young blonde turns her face away in disgust, thwarting our captors.

"No! I won't do that! I'm not a lesbian!" she whines.

Big mistake, but of course the teenager doesn't know it.

Master Brutus grabs the taser-wand from a nearby table. Idly I notice the table's fine oak finish, the way its surface gleams in the light of torches ensconced on the dungeon walls. Monitors in each corner of the room reveal that this every moment is being recorded. It's an odd juxtaposition of atmosphere, both medieval and modern.

Somehow I'm able to contemplate these things despite the brutal environment I'm in. I think, barely daring to be hopeful, that somehow my big sister, Jess, is okay in her dungeon cell above, that hopefully they haven't fucked her ass today, that they've only made her suck their cocks and ride their hard flesh with her pussy.

But my thoughts swirl back to the here and now as I see Master Brutus taser Serena in the chest. She screams as he tases her again, this time right between her legs.

"You're one stupid cunt, you know that? Would you rather lick pussy or ride a big, HARD cock?" Master asks, and as he says it Jurik is already stripping out of his pants and lying back on the floor, his eager flagpole of dark meat reaching for the sky.

Serena takes one cursory look at that monster of flesh and frantically shakes her head. "No please! Don't rape me! Oh my god, I'll do what you want!"

Master Brutus is smiling under his mask - I'm sure of it. "That's a good girl. Maybe you want a little instruction before we break you in, yes? Slave Sara and I can give you a good fuck show perhaps."

He shoves me onto my knees and suddenly I feel a cold-soon-turned-warm lubricant on his fingertips, hollowing out my star-shaped hole.

"Mmm... this slave has a nice, tight ass as I recall, don't you slave?" he asks me.

I nod, biting my lip. I know how much this is going to hurt.

"You can save this poor cunt from getting her ass reamed by my cock. All you have to do is suck a little pussy. Is that so bad?" Master Brutus asks philosophically, directing his gaze once more at the teenage girl.

Now it's Serena's turn to bite her lip, a look of guilt flashing across her face.

"Y-yes."

"Call him Master!" Gurig growls, slapping her left ass cheek so hard it leaves a red imprint.

"Yes Master! I'll suck her pussy!" Serena squeals.

I'm grateful now... am allowed to lay back and open my thighs as Serena's lips dip to my crotch. Soon I feel my pubic hair being tickled by the smooth skin of her chin. Then I feel her tongue tentatively poking around at my sex.

I moan contentedly, and Master kisses me then. He caresses my breasts, squeezing my nipples gently before dipping his fingers down to stroke my clit. The girl's tongue is now stabbing into my pussy. I can feel her inexperience, but it still feels glorious. Master's finger strokes harder now, and his kisses became more demanding.

"Mmmm... yes Slave, you like that don't you?"

I croon for him. "Yes Master! This slave loves that tongue in her twat!"

I'm gently bucking against Serena's face now, and Serena's tongue is getting coated in my pre-orgasm juices. Finally I can't hold it any longer. I smooth my hands down Serena's golden hair and then grip her shoulders tightly with my fingertips while bucking hard into that cute, young face.

The teenager makes a muffled sound of surprise, then withdraws, sits up on her knees with my cum coating her lips and chin, dripping down to her exposed tits.

"Ohhh such a messy girl!" Master Brutus laughs. "We should give her a gooey pussy to match that gooey mouth, eh?" He laughs again as Serena protests, but Gurig's strong arms tie her wrists suspended to a pipe above the ceiling and now Jurik approaches, his cock hard and eager.

Gurig meanwhile drags a wooden pony across the floor, and on the pony is a metallic vibrator, but at its tip is an egg-shaped head spattered with hot sauce.

"Now things get interesting," Master Brutus continues, grabbing me by the neck and forcing me to my feet."

"Let's take off these anklets, shall we?" He undoes my shackles and takes me over to the cruel horse. My eyes widen because I recognize that red sauce on the dildo tip for what it is.

"P-please Master... I'll train her well!" I groan.

"What, did you think I wanted YOU to ride that?" Master laughs. "You get to help Serena learn what it is to be a good little fuck-toy." With that he motions to Gurig, who positions Serena's snatch above the hot sauce-coated artificial prick. Serena is babbling a half dozen protests as the big black slams down on her hips. Her pussy, with one brutal shove, is encasing nine or more inches of sauce-coated dildo. Serena's wails fill the dungeon air.

"OOoOOHHHH Please! Take it out!" Serena's torso is thrashing uncontrollably, and tears stream unbidden down her beautiful cheeks. Master Brutus stifles her screams by joining his lips to her mouth. With the other hand he motions Jurik to uncuff me, and tells me to 'make the bitch cum.'

I lean down, my nose near the joining of the teenager's sex and that artificial cock. I can hear it whirring away in her pussy, and notice that Jurik has just turned up the speed by two or three settings.

My fingers go immediately to her clit, which is being battered constantly by that vibrating chrome shaft. The dildo is fastened completely to the horse - yet it seems to wiggle even harder at the touch of my hand. I use its constant motion to my advantage, pressing Serena's clit against the twitching dildo. Even as the hot sauce continues to bring tears to the corners of the girl's eyes, I can also feel her body responding to my touch.

Those hips begin to grind a little as she rides the horse. I put my mouth to her nipples, licking and teasing each bud to hardness. I hear her sharp intake of breath, the young blonde's shivers of pleasure each time her clit is grazed at the right pressure and frequency.

"Oooohhhh... OH!"

"I think the little slut is liking it!" Jurik observes helpfully. He inserts two fingers into my snatch, distracting me and making it harder to do my job.

Suddenly I feel the big black man's hot breath in my ear, his face right up next to mine. "Maybe we should give her a good fuck-show while you make her cum, what you think, blondie?"

I reply the only thing I sanely can reply: "Yes Master!" With a surreal awareness I feel the big black's arms like tree trunks around me, lifting me up, my hips wrapping around his girth. Slowly, gratefully gradually, he eases me onto his big prick. I feel him slide home, that perfect feeling of fullness gripping me as I encase his dark flesh. Then I let my left hand trail back to Serena's pussy, wheedling away at the nub of her clit with fast, bold strokes.

She seems to almost jump off the horse as my fingers resume caressing her. It's awkward though, because my other hand has to grip Jurik's neck to keep me from falling backward. So there I am, one-handed pleasuring a helpless teenage girl riding a cruel horse while letting Jurik stand there and fuck me. His hands cup my buttocks as he bounces me up and down his brutal cock, and my low-toned grunts mingle with his.

Standing off to the side I hear Gurig starting to groan. He's stripped naked and his hand is pumping his own shaft.

Master Brutus looks back at him and laughs. "Poor boy feels left out, slaves. We should definitely remedy that, don't you think?" Master withdraws his tongue from a panting, daze-eyed Serena and motions Gurig over to Serena.

Gurig points his cock at Serena and begins to rapidly pump up and down that now-glistening shaft. "OOooo baby, I want to cum all over your cute slut body," he groans.

Serena's mixed squeals of agony and pleasure have become a chaotic, two-way octave.

"Please Masters... let me down... oh god... tell her to stop! My pussy hurts! I'm going to.... ugggghhhh!!"

"Going to what, bitch? CUM! That's what! Cum on the slut's fingers. Cum on that hard fucking dildo!"

Almost as if on cue, the young blonde bucks sharply on my fingers, on that artificial prick. Streams and streams of her juice coat the metal, slide down my fingers. I withdraw my fingers so I can bring them to my mouth and taste her sweetness -- and knowing how much Master will approve.

Jurik kisses me fiercely, his cock impaling me viciously, as I see something else out of the corner of my eye - Gurig spewing huge flecks of seed across Serena's chest. One plops directly over her belly button. Three or four more big spurts spatter against her breasts and two huge globs cling to the girl's jaw.

The exhausted girl sags in Master Brutus's grip, that dildo still whirring away in her overstimulated snatch.

"Now that you've gotten a preview of what it's like to have a cock inside of you, it's time for the real thing, don't you think, sweetie?"

Serena's eyes widen in newly discovered anxiety and terror as her rapist yanks down his pants, revealing Master Brutus's vein-throbbing and monumental penis.

"Oh yes, sweetie. We're going to put this inside of you next!" he purrs, and as his fingers slip between Serena's slickened thighs, they all hear what to them is the sweet, tantalizing sound of her keening.

Now that both of my hands are free, I loop my wrists around Jurik's neck. Given the bliss in his eyes, that heavy-lidded stare, I know how close he is. With a groan he clenches up his hands on my butt cheeks. I feel him spray my cunt with his sticky reward. Millions of sperm swim up my snatch as he grinds me against him.

"Ahhhh... you little whore. You did GOOD," he rumbles with satisfaction. Granting me a passionate kiss, he lets me dangle there on his shaft until it softens inside me. This is something to savor. A gift... compared to what's coming. I know this. Yet somehow no matter how many times things descend into a swirl of ever-worsening torment, I'm never prepared for the sadistic imagination of my captors.

I watch as Brutus lifts Serena off the horse. Her delicate face scrunches up with fear as he pulls her toward him. Her wrists, still chained to the pipe above, look almost purple from lack of blood circulation, but her vicious captor clearly doesn't care. He positions his cock between the petal-like labia of her pussy and joins them as one.

"UGH!" Serena groans and Brutus sighs with contentment. He begins to bounce her on his manhood. I watch as her pale ass cheeks wiggle violently in time to her impalements.

"Oh FUCK," Brutus gasps. "I can feel the burn... there's some residual hot sauce in your tight pussy. UGHH!!!! But don't worry, cunt, it won't stop me. You'll bust that fuck-hole on my man-meat good and hard, little slut." I watch him grab her by the nape of the neck to help hold her in place while the entirety of his glistening shaft vanishes inside her down to his balls.

"Please don't cum inside me," she moans. "Oh please sir!"

Wrong thing to say. How stupid is this girl? I want to shake my head... she is too new a captive to fully understand how these men's depraved minds truly work. The louder you scream, the more you beg for their cocks, the more mercy you receive. As if to punish her for having the temerity to beg no or think she has a chance of influencing her time as a sex slave, Master Brutus laughs. He looks over at Jurik, and as their eyes meet I know this is going to be bad. VERY bad.

"All right, enough of this lovey-dovey shit," Master Brutus says to Jurik as if forced vaginal penetration is the stuff of romance novels. "Let's put these two in the stocks and give them both a good, hard ass-rape side by side."

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ELSEWHERE IN MASTER MAX'S DUNGEON...

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Master Max can hear the screams of the girls in the room next door. Finally they subside, and Brutus enters with a smug smile and a sigh of utter contentment. His rippling torso and naked body stand every bit as powerful as Master Max's own, only taller.

For all that, however, the man shows a clear deference towards his shorter leader, bowing low while he towels off his heavily-scented cock and scrotum.

"Well?"

"Slave Sara is extremely pliable, Master. Even now she teaches our newest addition, Slave Serena."

"I trust you deflowered them swiftly?"

"With extreme prejudice, Master. I used far less lube than normal."

"Good. I have a thorny problem I thought you'd enjoy assisting me with."

"Whatever you wish, Master. What's the trouble?"

Master Max brings up a view on his 60-inch monitor. Untrammeled sheets of pink satin cover a large bed in a windowless room, with dim lighting overhead. On the bed two dark-haired girls kneel, hands cuffed to the headboard and facing toward the top of the bed. The one on the left is more slender, younger, with long, chestnut-brown hair and a narrow face. She wears tight-fitting jeans and a lavender T-shirt. The one on the right has an ample bust, her supple breasts straining at the bra that is her only garment besides a wispy pair of panties. Her hair is darker, a jet black, and her eyes are like soft coals, filled with curiosity tempered in terror.

"These two sluts are my latest problem. They are the daughters of Sheikh Ashezhad. He's decided that my human trafficking system isn't lucrative enough for him, so he's tried his hand at establishing his own network through Yemen, Syria, and Tibet. I've been able to isolate most of his supporters."

"I take it that means 'kill.'"

"Brutus, I always like your directness. Yes. I took the fuckers down. Hard. But the whereabouts of the Sheikh himself are still a little bit out of my reach. That's where you come in."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Persuade these sluts that it's in their best interests to talk. I think they know where some of their father's safe houses are. Though he's tried to keep his precious daughters innocent of his activities, I'm sure they must know something. Do what you need to and squeeze it out of them."

Brutus laughs. "That'll be my pleasure, Boss."

"Good. See to it, and let me know if you require assistance."

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Sara yelped a little as Brutus entered her cell. "C'mon slut. We've got some more fun games to play." Her buttocks was still sore and seeping a mixture of blood and semen, but she lurched alongside him with her hands cuffed behind her.

Master Max's Compound was enormous. Huge didn't even do it justice. It stretched for miles in all directions, an underground complex that was both a maze and a fortress in one. Now, Sara realized, she couldn't even count days or hours properly, hadn't seen sunlight for who knew how long.

She heard Serena whimpering, led by Jurik, joining their progress from an adjacent hall, and then suddenly the two were being led upstairs and out into a courtyard with -- blessed be! -- actual sunlight.

Sara's relief was short-lived. She saw another door -- mahogany with gold trim. Brutus ushered the two girls inside and took them down into another hallway... this one almost new-looking, its walls made of stainless steel.

Sara gaped as the two entered a final door, and here was something breath-taking.

A huge bedroom, large as an auditorium, maybe 120 feet each way. On each wall were giant monitors, suspended by steel latticeworks. In the center lay a huge, sprawling bed with pink satin sheets. On that bed were two brunettes, gags stuffed in their mouths, wrists cuffed to the headboard they were facing.

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Brutus and Jurik got down to business.

First they popped out Naisha's gag. The slender 18-year-old daughter of the Sheik began to protest. Ignoring her, Brutus took out Aisha's gag also, and then drew a sharp combat knife.

Both girls fell silent.

"We are going to play some fun games now, sluts. You could disappoint me and stop these games before they start. Which one of you wants to tell me where Father is hiding out? I want NAMES, LOCATIONS."

Both girls exchanged a swift glance, but no one spoke. After a long and pregnant silence Brutus called for Jurik to bring him the "Drill."

The Drill was a long, pointed dildo with a power supply that ran into an electrical box. Wires with alligator clips ran from the box. He matter-of-factly placed both box and Drill on a bench next to the bed.

"Please, just let us go!" Naisha whined.

Aisha spat, "Our Father will cut off your balls and feed them to you for what you have done! You don't know who you're dealing with, little man!" The sexy, dark-haired beauty said it with an obvious sneer, but the man with the wrestler-like build only watched impassively.

"I see. So we do things the hard way, I guess." Their ordeal was about to get serious...