Steiner jerked his mind back to the present, deliciously aware of his surroundings.
Steiner Solveig, killer and collector of sex-toys, stood over his prey with a cruel grin on his face as he surveyed his six slaves. Tanya and Tom lay in an exhausted heap on the floor of their neighboring cell cuddled against one another. Kassandra was in the other nearby cell, her wrists chained above her as a middle-aged but muscular man-slave fucked her brains out.
Then there was poor Amy, the 18-year-old girl who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was now the captive who drew Steiner's attention. He had forced her to straddle the third man-slave, rounding out the 3 fuck-slave couples.
Amy groaned as her flagging hips and leg muscles burned from the constant humping of her man-slave's penis.
Her tongue meanwhile slurped with sensuous strokes up and down Steiner's shaft. The blonde giant, naked and bristling with abs of iron, bunched a fist in the sexy girl's hair and watched his sated cock regain new life.
He looked down at the man-slave, though, and remained cautious. His remaining hand held firmly to the handgun in case the man-slave - Bull was his nickname - decided to make a try for freedom.
And sure enough, Steiner's instincts were correct. He saw the sudden intensity in Bull's eyes as the black man reached an arm to grab his ankle and yank out his weight from under him. But Steiner was too fast - not much easier to see than blur. He feinted left before elbowing the man in the face, the slave's nose trickling faintly with blood as he put the man in a headlock and pressed the gun to his ear.
In the short space of two or three seconds the flurry of motion had ended, and the luscious blonde sat still on her man-slave's cock. Amy's fearful eyes told Steiner that she was terrified of what Steiner might do - both to her fellow slave and to her. Steiner glared at Bull, and slowly the man-slave's face relaxed into resignation.
"Just kill me," Bull muttered. But Steiner had no intention of doing that, at least not before he'd wrung more entertainment from the male sex-slave.
"I give you a perfectly fine pussy to fuck, and this is the gratitude I get?" Steiner growled, stepping back with one fluid motion and waving the gun for added effect. He pushed the barrel of the gun underneath Amy's chin and looked into her terrified, baby-blue eyes.
"Fuck this ungrateful man-whore and make him cum in your worthless pussy by the time I count to 200...or you're both fucking DEAD."
Amy's eyes widened further, if that was even possible. The slender blonde now gyrated like an Olympian slut. Her hips swayed and grinded, and her hands pushed frantically against Bull's chest for leverage. Soon she was not only humping Bull, she was also moaning like a cum-worshipping slut. "Please baby, cum in my pussy. I don't want to die. Give me your baby-making cream, sweetie. Oh god...give me your SEED!" she begged, using the sick and twisted terminology she thought might perk Steiner's arousal.
Sure enough Steiner looked down, satisfied with his recovered prick. He continued to press the barrel of the gun underneath Amy's chin, watching her beautiful face and forcing her to look into his eyes. He saw fear in those baby-blue orbs, but determination too. Despite everything, the little slut had an overpowering will to live.
"Better not try to play hero again, tough guy...or this blonde cutie won't look so pretty."
Steiner's free hand reached for Amy's crotch. The girl gasped as his fingers stroked her clit, even with the gun still underneath her chin and his cruel eyes trapping hers. He enjoyed the extra conflict of emotion which exploded in tiny expressions across her face as the pleasure from his clit-stroking finger and the terrible promise of the gun's cold, hard shaft performed two completely opposite effects on her body.
Her moaning and begging soon intensified into just one thing...a primal desire to clench her pussy and find the miracle of release on Bull's cock.
"Well, bitch? Fifty seconds left...and you and your man-stud here get hot lead in your cute faces!" Steiner growled, his skillful finger ratcheting up the firm stroking and battering of her pleasure-nub. Amy's eyes fluttered, her jaw going slack as the moment of orgasm ripped through her like a knife.
"UUUHHHH god FUCK ME, MAN-SLAVE! FUCK THIS CUNT SO HARD AND CUM IN HER TIGHT, WET PUSSY!" Amy moaned, her pussy clenching forcefully on the dark-skinned cock thrust between her pale, pink cunt lips. Bull finally had had enough, and it was a good thing too, because Steiner's count had reached 193 out of 200.
Bull's plaintive cry, as primal as a T-Rex's mating call, filled the dungeon chamber as his cock jerked and spewed seed up Amy's twat. The exhausted girl's eyelids fluttered shut, tears squeezing down her pretty face as Steiner removed the gun from her chin and leaned forward to suckle on the girl's nipples.
"Mmmm...wasn't that fun, sweetie? And these titties have such hard, aroused pink buds even. You enjoyed that a lot, didn't you sweetie? Admit it."
Amy sighed, her body shivering and seeming to collapse in on itself. She didn't know what more this sadistic rapist could do to her, but the thought sent her mind unraveling. "I...y-yes Master. I loved it!" she cried, worried that to do anything less but shout the words might enrage him.
Steiner grunted, staring down at his jealous manhood. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'I haven't had this much fun in a long time.' There was something especially arousing about combining the naked, helpless beauty of both feminine bodies and masculine bodies. Though Steiner had a clear preference for coupling with his female playthings, there was rare beauty in the human body stripped bare, whether male or female.
The rapist-killer thought back to just yesterday, remembering the twisted and brutal 'fun' he'd had introducing these three female and male captives to each other as fellow slaves in his den of torments for the very first time.
