The fire burned cheerily in the cast iron stove. Barney's cabin was connected up to the electrical grid. It wasn't too far out of town. Still, he had another source of heating and cooking for when the wires went down when winter hit. It was in the middle of the cabin just in front of the edge of the loft. Brick beneath it and behind it stopped anything combustible happening. It kept a man toasty while he lounged in an old Barcalounger that had as much duct tape as naugahyde for upholstery. Usually, he had his feet propped up while he leaned back with some of the product of his personal still in a shot glass in hand. That was exactly what he was doing while he eyed the two bondage-sluts posing before him before the stove. Their asses were probably nice and warm. It was preparation for them to be prepared for when he roasted their asses another way. Not now, though. Some Italian guy that he'd once read about said something about the difference between fear and hate. No sense in making them hate him too soon before the fear they had for him settled into their minds.
Charlie and Portia shifted from foot to foot as he sipped some of his personal liquor stash. He had given a new rule: any walking or standing must be done on the balls of their feet. Their heels had to be at least three inches above the ground at all times. Barney liked a girl in stilettos as much as any man. But he was all-too-aware of the damage a spike or even block heel could do with even a girl's kick behind it. They did both look tasty treats as they stood like budget ballerinas dressed in nothing but leather straps and their own sweat. Slits framed by the triangle of black leather around their pussies glistened in the firelight. Their minds might be screaming no. Their bodies were all hyped up for sex. The fake piercings and the nipple chain gleamed. The bells on their clit rings chimed. His slaves looked nervously at him with eyes that strayed from the floor to the cock standing out proud from his open bathroom. They both shuddered when he ran fingers along the wooden handle of the flogger on the right arm rest. Five wide leather falls dangled from the arm-rest to the floor. He had given them a demonstration of its power by smacking the chair back with it before sitting down.
He tapped an icon on his tablet. A slow techno track came from behind him through the speakers attached to the cheap flatscreen and sound system setup opposite his futon bed. Charlie and Portia looked puzzled before the penny dropped. Both flushed with shame as they realized it was a stripper's dance track. They started very reluctantly dancing to it. Barney sighed. That wouldn't do. The flogger flicked out with the lightest blow he could manage. The girls still wailed when, wrapping around hips, the five asswhappers smacked hard across their asscheeks in turns. Charlie babbled apologies to both him and Portia as she resumed dancing with enthusiasm. Well, damn. Even tied up and stumbling on semi tip toe, the blonde had enough moves in her to be a serious candidate for the stage of his strip club. She shimmied her hips and bounced tits and ass like she was in the champagne room. Portia? The redhead was awkward as all hell. She must have been the wallflower of the two when it came to showing off. Girl looked ready to faint.
He crooked his finger. Portia stumbled over white as a ghost. Barney took the leash still dangling from her collar. Slowly, he pulled her to her knees. Shaking, she cringed back as if expecting a slap. He stroked her hair until she calmed some. It distracted her enough that he could slide the jackrabbit vibrator into her. Portia's mouth opened in an O when he set it to a slow buzz. Wrenching her legs closed, he tied the end of the leash around her knees. It forced her to bend over right where he wanted her. There was a bit of gratitude on her face when he put his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes as it sank in almost to the root. Her tongue and lips had gotten a touch better than last night after sucking on the cock gags and double-ended dildo. Barney glanced up at Charlie. She was still dancing in place, staring at her friend. She gulped nervously when he waved her over. Sweat dripped down her naked skin when he reeled her in by her leash. The blonde shivered when she was made to straddle him.
"You must have all the boys' tongues hanging out when you danced like that in the clubs." Barney clamped a hand on one welted asscheek. "You auditioned at my place, you would have been earning on the floor after a minute of that."
"I've never been in a club, master." Charlie looked down. "Mom never gave me a chance. I'd just go onto the roof late at night to copy what I saw on Youtube."
"And I bet my little fluffer here was watching you in the dark." Barney patted the girl's head bobbing between his legs. "Well, you have a natural talent, slave. Proud to have you as my private dancer."
"Ha." Charlie squirmed when he tugged on the chain linking the fake nipple rings. "Just like I told Port when we snuck out: we'd find some hot rich guy who'd sweep us away to a life where we--we'd just huh-hang around and luh-look pretty--"
"And you got what you wished for." Barney lifted a silver flask to her lips. "Hey, now. Don't cry. Master's going to take care of his slaves."
"Ooooof." Charlie coughed. "What is that? It tastes like the appletini from hell."
"Some popskull I make out of apples from the old orchard out back." Reaching down, Barney gently jerked Portia's head back by her braid. "Alright now, slave. I think I'm hard enough. I think your slave-sister needs some loving before it goes in."
Charlie's eyes widened bigger than hubcaps when he grabbed her by the hips. He lifted her up until her slit was over Portia's face. He slowly lowered her down until her cunt pressed to her cousin's mouth. The redhead hesitated for only a moment before her tongue flicked out. Charlie's legs strained to escape the unwanted lesbian love. Getting eaten out by a girl, let alone Portia, was not something that she was ready for. Too bad. Charlie's need all the lubrication she could get for what was coming. Barney held her in place as Portia kissed and licked and lapped. Charlie's braid whipped back and forth as she shook her head at what was happening to her. But her body betrayed her. Her thighs widened as she squatted down to let Portia pleasure her. Her hips jolted when a tongue slipped up under her clit hood to draw f's and i's on the stiff nubbin. He added in a few flicks to the ring clamping her clit. Snapping her head back, Charlie screamed like a cat about to get fucked by all the toms in the alley. Portia's face was glistening with girl-cum when Barney finally moved his blonde slave's pussy over his rock-hard dick. Portia knelt with head down, rocking as the vibrator buzzed her, with her slave-sister's pussy juices dripping down onto the floorboards.
Charlie's eyes fluttered when the tip of his dick slid a little ways into her. They snapped open when Barney, hands tightening on her hips, drove her down onto seven inches of iron-hard cock. He could have slowly eased her down onto him. The devil was rising in him, though. Old Scratch wanted to show a little hoof. It was probably kinder this way. She might have struggled and fussed enough to tense up. She was already tighter than a latex glove around him even after getting wetter than a monsoon and relaxed from an orgasm. It was too damn much. His balls had been drained from jerking off watching the girls tribbing. Even so, he thrust up once in her and shot a load into her just from how intense it felt taking her virginity. Goddamn. He had not done that in a long, long time. Eyes rolling back, she nearly fell over backwards before he caught her. He rubbed the small of her back below her cuffed hands while placing a sports bottle to her lips. Charlie slurped down the water inside it while he took a double-ended snap hook. One end went through the middle of the chain connecting her ankle cuffs. The other went through the brass D-ring on the back of the harness' bondage belt. Now she couldn't escape his dick no matter how much she might want to.
