Several days have passed since Tanya's and Kassandra's original capture. They have been joined by a gorgeous blonde girl named Amy, and by three handsome black men, all now held captive by a cruel, sex-crazed madman. Steiner Solveig has already gone to cruel lengths to torment his six naked captives, but the game is about to get more interesting...
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Amy gasped and shivered as the serial killer-rapist slowly eased his cock free of her warm sheath, watching with triumph as his cum oozed from her exposed pussy. The young blonde hung with both wrists and ankles suspended in chains, her naked body as beautiful as it was helpless. Her ragged breathing was the loudest sound in the dungeon chamber, but soon that was eclipsed by the sounds of their captor.
Steiner Solveig, a giant blonde with the physique of a Greek god and the temperament of a sadistic ape in heat, had eyes which glittered in the half-light.
"Now...my cute slave-whores, what should I do with you? That is the question." He slowly circled the two naked captives kneeling and the third naked captive suspended in the air. He held a knife in one hand and a Glock in the other.
Tanya the redhead was the youngest of the three captives. Her small, firm breasts made Steiner's cock hard, and the cute pink nipples begged to be roughly mauled and bitten. Tanya's wrists were bound in front of her, but she could otherwise move. She knelt with pleading eyes, sweat slickening the cleavage between her lovely tits.
"Please Master...don't hurt us. There...there must be some other entertainment we might provide," she finished, licking her lips. 'I just have to keep him from tiring of us. I'll do whatever it takes to keep us alive for one more second,' she thought to herself. Steiner pointed at the far wall.
"You two cunts can huddle over there and wait while I decide what to do with the blonde bitch." Kassandra and Tanya quickly obeyed, but their fearful eyes strayed to their tormentor's every move. Steiner idly pumped his index finger into Amy's messy hole, reveling in the sticky coating of jism and how it clung to his finger. He pulled it out and wiped it idly across Amy's smooth belly.
"Well, bitch. I promised you could join your boyfriend in DEATH. Which would you prefer?" he asked, brandishing the knife in one hand and the handgun in the other. "Sharp steel up your pussy or hot lead up your pussy? Hm?"
Amy's tear-filled eyes were forming two streams down her face. "N-no p-please. D-don't kill me!" she sobbed. To Steiner's surprise he actually did feel a bit conflicted. His eyes roamed over her sweaty, naked ass and he put down the knife, coiling a hand through her golden tresses as he brought his lips to her face, kissing her passionately and then licking the tip of her cute nose while he gently stroked the tip of the gun across her pert nipples. He happened to glance across at the three black men he still had naked and imprisoned on the nearby couch, and an idea began to form.
'No need to kill these bitches yet,' he realized. He had just recently rigged a series of underground cells for his captives - complete with plumbing, toilets, shower, and remote-controlled pantry doors in the ceiling which dropped portions of cereal and dried fruit...not too unlike a feeder used for a cat. In the past his decision to kill his victims had often stemmed from the need to constantly be on the move...and since Steiner was a one-man operation, that meant either killing his victims before he moved on or leaving them to starve.
These three little sluts and the three black man-slaves he'd captured might be the perfect experiment, though. He could watch them remotely, give them instructions on the monitor mounted above each of the cells. He could remotely torment them and force them to do things in order to earn their daily sustenance. Delight curled in Steiner's chest.
He began to undo Amy's bindings. It took a while, but finally Amy fell in an awkward gaggle of arms and legs to the concrete floor. She sniffed, catching a sob somewhere deep in her throat.
"Get up, blonde slut." She slowly rose to her feet, her legs as unsteady as a newborn giraffe's. "Look at those three hot black studs. Pick one of them to be your MATE, bitch. And make it quick. I don't have all night."
Amy gaped at Steiner for a moment before turning to gaze at the three helpless construction workers. While she considered her options Steiner snapped a pair of black leather cuffs around her wrists, keeping her hands immobile in front of her the way he often liked to do with his captives.
Amy's eyes settled on the one with the face of a bull. "I'll go with him," she said softly.
Steiner nodded. Now he turned to the redhead and asked Tanya the same question. "Which hot man-whore do you want to be your fuck-buddy, redhead?" Tanya licked her lips and looked at the one she had called 'Denzel.' He had a handsome face, and to be honest she didn't know why Amy hadn't picked him. His cock was smaller than Bull's penis, but surely her fellow captive wasn't using the size of a man's cock as one of her criteria? 'Why is he making us do this?' Tanya reminded herself, wondering. Did this crazy rapist-killer even need a rational reason?
The teenage redhead gestured at Denzel with her bound wrists. "I'll take him, Master."
Steiner nodded again. "Well, brunette fuck-toy, I guess that leaves you with the old man." The blonde giant laughed. The last of the three construction workers was older, with graying stubble and a buzzed layer of graying hair, but otherwise his dark, smooth skin seemed more youthful than his years.
