Gary and Max wore their characteristic dark ski masks. Their dungeon playground was an endless mansion on a sprawling estate. Yet for all the external adornments, the inside and the deeper bowels of this house of horrors were utilitarian and bare; they served one purpose and one purpose only; a training ground for young and disobedient slave girls.
Gary and Max were particularly enjoying breaking in this latest crop. Gary lay below. Lara had once been a cheerleader for the LSU Tigers. Now the brunette was completely naked, her wrists bound behind her and a rope collar around her neck with a leash. Max yanked at the leash insistently even as the wretched girl tried to pull her jaw away.
"You should thank me, slave...now stop resisting and let me CUM in your gorgeous little mouth!" he growled, pumping his bulging manhood.
"Ugh...take it!"
"NOOOO!" Lara screamed as he pulled hard on the leash, and the muscle-bound Max groaned satisfied as his splooge sprayed into her mouth and across her delicate chin. Meanwhile Gary gripped the brunette's sexy hips and ground his cock inside her velvety haven. Oozing cum streamed down Lara's breasts and belly and even formed glacial splotches above her fine-haired pubic muff.
"Oooo...cheerleader wanna give me a 'C', give me a 'U', give me an 'M'...say it slut!"
In the background Mikey, as naked and masked as his companions, was helpfully shrugging a blonde cheerleader out of her last shred of clothing. He tossed the panty on the floor and whispered in her ear. "Do you like it, my little blonde fuck-toy? Seeing your fellow cheerleader RAPED by Master Gary's hard cock drilling up her pussy as Master Max GUSHES into that cute, teenage mouth?"
"P-please sir...l-let me go...I'll do whatever you want!"
Mikey grinned. "Oh I know you will, bitch. I know you will."
*****
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the dungeon compound...
Kellie and Samantha were still garbed in their cheerleader uniforms, short skirts below a bare midriff and a glorified sleeveless bra with the Spartan logo emblazoned across, supple racks swelling beneath the thin fabric.
Both had chestnut-brown hair. Kellie's flowed luxuriantly down her back, and her nose was sharply chiseled on her beautiful face. Samantha's features were softer, less striking, with her mop of mahogany hair draping only so far as her shoulders. The bodies of the two teenage girls were fit, sleek, their skin a natural tanned light brown. They were sisters – though Kellie took more after her mother, and Samantha more after Dad.
The two girls sat in chairs side by side. Their feet were bare, and shackles held their ankles fast to iron rings in the floor. Their arms extended straight above their heads, suspended by clinking chains that swayed in the darkness. That clinking was the only sound besides the girls' sniffling. Moonlight through a barred window made the tears on their cheeks glisten like jewels.
The blackness was all the more terrible for the muffled screams they heard beyond the door. For an instant the door opened, light flooding through. Both girls squinted harder as a light switch flicked on. They heard fleeting moans of anguish before the door slammed shut behind the newcomer.
