BEACH HOUSE FROM HELL 6 -- TOTAL ENSLAVEMENT
With nothing but time on their hands to ponder what future torments might lay ahead, the three Thai girls had ample opportunity to soak up their surroundings. Although they found themselves locked in a cage, naked, with their wrists tied behind their backs in Mishimura's master bedroom, the word 'bedroom' hardly described it.
Truth be told, the master bedroom of Mishimura's cottage looked more like a sex dungeon than a bedroom. First there was the bed itself. The gigantic black bed had latticed crossbeams at its head and also just above. Most of the lattices contained hooks, and from these hooks hung whips, riding crops, bamboo rods, and other cruel tools of punishment.
Even the walls -- painted a deep burgundy red -- attested to the sinister nature of the room. Photographs of female victims, often in bondage or degrading circumstances, spanned the walls. One picture showed a line of soldiers naked from the waist down pumping their shafts hard and spewing fountains of cum into a large pet bowl. Two naked girls, one blonde and one brunette, knelt with their wrists shackled in front of them, ankles shackled to the floor, desperately lapping up the puddle of jism in the bowl as if it was the only sustenance they'd had in days. A second picture showed a petite young Hispanic girl bent over a large steel pipe, wrists and ankles bound to the metal cylinder, with a red ball-gag strapped to her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear as a man pounded her cunt roughly from behind. Not to be outdone in brutality, another picture showed a beautiful, pale-skinned brunette tied spread-eagled, face-down on a bed. A rotund black man was raping her ass violently from behind. The girl's disheveled hair framed a face contorted by a wild scream, with tears sliding down her cheeks. And these were some of the tamer pictures that adorned the walls.
Apinya knew for certain that these images would haunt her for years to come, possibly forever. She had tried to convince her daughters not to look. Maybe it was sheer boredom, maybe it was the belief that no mere passive image could be nearly as bad as what they had already experienced, but Achara and Kannika hadn't been able to keep from staring at the awful photographs.
Now all they could do was wait and see what would happen next. Now all Apinya could do was hope that her husband... or someone... would find a way to save them. Hours passed, and the three women fell asleep in their cage. When they awoke, it was to the sound of feet padding loudly toward them. Mishimura was back. Judging from the sunlight streaming in through the windows, day was finally in full swing. The muscle-bound Japanese captor strode naked toward the cage, but there was no sign of his slave girl Zeeta.
He leaned down now, unlocked the cage, and reached in to grab the leash attached to Kannika's collar.
"What are you doing? Wait! Where are you taking her?" Apinya protested.
"Come here, PUSSY," Mishimura growled, yanking hard on the girl's leash. "Time is of the essence. I've tried out mom and little sis. You are the only slave I haven't fucked."
Time was of the essence? But why? What was about to happen? Apinya wondered. She looked at Achara, who looked just as curious and confused. Together the little sister and mother protested, but they couldn't save Kannika from being forcibly dragged out of the cage and hoisted to her feet. Shoving Kannika aside, Mishimura efficiently re-locked the door to the cage, set the key aside well out of reach, and grasped the end of Kannika's leash once more.
"Come on, SLUT. You'll entertain me with your cunt before I ship you off to Master Daisuke."
Kannika struggled as he dragged her into the bathroom. He slammed the girl face down, bent over the counter beside the sink.
"AAYY!!" Kannika's breasts felt the cold touch of the marble countertop, her nipples hardening. Now the brutal man positioned the tip of his elongated shaft at her delicate labia. He paused there, one hand flattened against her lower back, the other hand feeling up her ass.
"Such a sweet, young pussy. I wonder if you'll be as tight as your little sister." He pressed the head of his cock just barely against her pussy, not enough to slide it in just yet. He waited, but what he was waiting for, Kannika didn't know. He seemed to relish the build-up, the awful anticipation of the rape to come. Kannika wanted to tell him to please stop, to have mercy. She knew it would be useless though -- maybe worse than useless. Instead, she did the unthinkable. She pretended that the cock pressed against her pussy right now was her boyfriend's. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to steep herself in the fantasy that somehow this wasn't a degrading, abusive ordeal she was about to experience. She imagined that the cock about to slam into her cunt belonged to the man she had been falling in love with the past six months.
With a sigh, she moved her ass backward, toward her rapist. Her cunt engulfed his waiting shaft before he could react. She heard him suck in air, heard a gasp of genuine surprise.
"Ooohh, you horny little bitch, did you just slide your cunt back to fuck ME before I could start raping you? I'm impressed."
Without a word, she kept doing it. Kannika continued to plunge her cunt backwards to encase Mishimura's cock, impaling herself in a gentle yet steady rhythm. Dumbfounded at first, Mishimura simply groaned with appreciation. He didn't move. He just stood there, letting her pussy do the work. He stared, mesmerized, as the seal of her cunt lips gripped his cock and slid back and forth, back and forth, with her bound hands clenched behind her back.
"You nasty little slut. You're getting wet from this, aren't you?"
The slender, sexy Thai girl tried to block out what the man was saying. She tried to imagine that this cock was Taavi's. She pretended that she was fucking her loving boyfriend, and the more she lost herself in the fantasy, the more her cunt grew wet and aroused. It was working -- perhaps all too well -- but she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to give this monster what he wanted. If she could get a shred of genuine pleasure out of it, then that was a small victory she would take. Besides, he seemed to take some measure of sadistic glee from her participation in her own rape. Whatever she was doing, she figured it couldn't hurt. Cooperation was the lesser of two horrific evils.
"That's enough, bitch. You're getting fucked." Saying this, the goateed criminal placed a hand on the back of her head, pinning her while he leaned down and thrust his hips with a violent plunge. His cock slammed into her, and he kept pumping rough and deep as her tits rubbed against the cold marble.
"Uhh!! UH!! UHHH! I wish your mom and little sis could see you now, bitch. You're taking a real man's cock in that slut's hole now! UHHH!! But don't worry, they may not SEE us but they can HEAR us from the next room. Moan for me, bitch. Make it good for me or I promise you, I can introduce you to new forms of pain before I send your cute ass to Master Daisuke's dungeon."
"Aaaahhhh! Yes, Sir. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
"Call me Master!" he roared. Mishimura slammed his manhood to the hilt, his testicles slapping against the backs of the girl's thighs even as he slapped her on the ass cheeks repeatedly. The loud smacks joined the girl's desperate cries.
"Please fuck me hard, MASTER!" Kannika corrected herself. "Ahhhhh!! Oh fuck me, Sir. Fuck this slave's pussy!" She remembered the debasing language that Mishimura had seemed to bask in from his slave girl Zeeta, and she strove to replicate that. Now, bent over and raped from behind, Kannika moaned and cooed like a proper submissive -- loud enough for her mother and little sister to hear every second of it.
The brutal captor continued to pummel the girl's cunt for another half hour before he finally let her go quiet. There was now only the sound of his body smacking into hers from behind, and the girl's little grunts as she felt him fully sheathed in her sex. The ache of pleasure thrummed in her cunt and in her veins. With glassy eyes, she stared into infinity, her head skewed sideways as the rape continued. His huge hand stayed fisted in her hair.
"Don't you want to know why you'll be shipped off so soon?" Mishimura grunted almost casually.
Finally, Kannika's ears perked up. Her glassy eyes snapped back into focus. There was grim humor in the sadistic man's voice now.
"Yes, I heard word an hour ago that your father's kidnapping went as planned. Do you know what my Master Daisuke's loyal men are doing to him even now?"
Fear pricked Kannika's heart. The girl abruptly felt her mouth go dry. She hardly even felt the next surge of Mishimura's cock as it lanced through her pussy.
"Wh-what are they going to do to him?" Kannika croaked.
Mishimura slid his vein-coursing shaft out of the girl's tight pussy, watching her cunt lips cling to the length of his shaft before thrusting his cock to once more vanish deep inside her intimate depths
"Oh, don't worry, bitch, you'll find out soon enough. You'll be reunited with him SOON."
Now his hand gripped her leash more tightly, pulling it taut as he fucked her. His crotch slammed into her, grinding against her ass cheeks as he groaned.
"UHHH!! Your sweet pussy is about to get flooded, bitch."
Kannika squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his cock leap inside the damp heat of her sex. Hot, viscous jism painted her insides. She sighed, hating that sensation of complete defilement. He kept spurting. An eternity seemed to pass before his cock finally spent itself, seed coating every inch of her cunt walls. Kannika sagged against the marble countertop, her breasts crushed against the surface but no longer feeling its chill. With a contented sigh, Mishimura slid his sated shaft out of her despoiled snatch. He watched as long, thick ropes of cum slid from her raped pussy to land in a growing puddle of muck on the tiled bathroom floor between her feet.
"Damn, bitch, you really wrung my balls dry."
Kannika was just glad it was over...for now. But as her captor's nasty sperm continued to ooze from her raped pussy, all the girl could think was 'Daddy, what are they doing to you? Oh please, let this sick monster be lying!'
Mishimura gave the girl's perfectly sculpted ass cheeks an affectionate slap.
"OK, that's enough. Let's return you to your precious sis and mother." He yanked on her chain, forcing her upright with a groan. His hands slid up to her tits from behind, cupping them and squeezing roughly as she gasped. He nuzzled her hair. "Mmm. You smell good, bitch. I'll miss you, your cute pussy sis, and sexy mom." Kannika felt yet more of his awful cum streaming down her inner thighs. She didn't know what she hated more: this man or the effect he still somehow managed to have on her. The girl's libido was still on high alert, her body thrumming with the need his cock had awakened in her. He noted her still hardened nipples, no longer stiff from the cold. She heard the amusement in his tone.
