The beautiful redhead, her breasts large and supple, moaned as Master Razor finished his passionate kiss. Trisha sat on his cock, but her ankles were loosely tied to ringlets in the floor and her hands were chained to support bars on either side of the stool. The slender, pale skinned captive could only groan as Razor suddenly grabbed her by the nape of the neck and thrust her head forward into the table, plunging his cock into her from behind with brutal thrusts.
"Ahh. Please Master. You don't have to do this. I'll fuck you..." Trisha protested. Her wrists and ankles felt a harsh chafing as the ankle ropes and wrist chains strained tautly to their limits. But her Master just growled at her.
"Shut up and take this cock up your worthless snatch, little whore. Look at the live video and watch what's happening to your friends." As Razor pressed her face sideways into the coldness of the stainless steel table, Trisha had no choice but to look at the 50 inch monitor which showed all the action in the other dungeon chamber.
A gorgeous Latina, her sun-kissed skin the exact opposite of Trisha's creamy lightness, was hanging chained by her wrists, her pussy horribly impaled on another captor by the name of Shane. Shane was a tall, muscular sort with a shaved head and merciless eyes the color of smoke. They bored into the Latina's frightened face as he fucked her, the girl's hardened nipples rubbing against his chest with each pulverizing thrust.
Unfortunately there was audio too, and Trisha watched and listened as Master Shane shouted at her friend, Jalena.
"Come on, bitch. Come hard on your Master's cock! You've only had one bellyful of jism spewed up that tight cunt. I'm getting ready to give you the refill of a lifetime." Jalena shook her head in protest, but her arousal was more than obvious. Her tormentor captured each nipple of her aching breasts between his lips, nipping at them as he cupped her ass cheeks, and then fondled and mauled her in a dozen different places. Her unwilling moans intensified as Shane pulled his cock part-way out of her, fondling her clit with his forefinger for a few tantalizing seconds before plunging himself once again into her warmth.
'Poor Jalena. These men are monsters,' Trisha thought. She swiveled her gaze to look at the other suspended monitor. Her friend Cierra's treatment was no better. In fact, it was worse. Master Gary had her spread-eagled to the table still. He was fucking her hard now, but he had added nipple clamps to her sensitive breasts. His large hands held her by the shoulders as he moved powerfully through her prone body, the smack of each thrust echoing loudly in the room.
"Please, take them off!" Cierra wailed. The light-skinned brunette begged and begged, but her captor did nothing but fuck her with animalistic zeal until at last, with a roar that would've made a lion envious, he came in a flood of lust. Cierra's pitiful groan was soon joined by Jalena. Master Shane's ministrations had reached a critical point, and he bit down hard on one of her nipples - though not hard enough to draw blood - as his cock went rigid inside her, spilling its geyser of seed.
Trisha watched with agony as her two best friends had their pussies raped hard, despoiled with her as the unwilling witness. She'd never felt so degraded...so helpless. And yet, part of her refused to give up despite the hellish place she'd been dragged to. The redhead realized that her mouth was half open in a wordless moan, her body responding, especially down there in her intimate core, to Master Razor's brutal penetrations.
Master Razor glanced over to the monitors, which showed both Shane and Gary removing their captives only temporarily from the restraints and hustling them out of the other dungeon chamber.
"It won't be long now, slave girl. Soon my fellow dominants will bring your friends here, and when they DO you can fulfill what you promised me."
Promised him? What was he talking about? Trisha wondered for a second. Her brain had been so distracted by the horror of watching her friends' ordeals, that she forgot her bargain with the devil. She'd agreed to lick out her friends' cunts if Razor would just spare her ass from being fucked. 'Oh god what have I agreed to?' she cringed inside.
Sure enough, soon the dungeon door - and there seemed to be only one entrance and exit to this room of concrete floors, plain white throw rugs, and cinderblock walls - burst open. Trisha managed to turn her head and look at her two friends even as Razor still had his hand on her neck, pressing her face into the shiny tabletop.
"Welcome to the party, little cunts!" Razor said with a laugh. Gary and Shane shoved the two girls to their knees, their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Then the two left as quickly as they'd come, but the other brutal captor, Killer, had returned from wherever he had been and seemed all too eager to pick up where they had left off.
"Well, well. Look at that - two abused pussies dripping nasty cum. There are few sights more beautiful, right ladies?" Killer was wiry and less obviously muscled than Razor. It was like comparing a snowboarder to a football player. Razor had the obvious strength, but Killer's grace and movements told of someone just as physically sure of himself. It meant that the questioning look passing between Cierra and Jalena - which probably was code for 'Can we both take him?' was quickly discarded as impossible. Two girls, however desperate, were not about to overpower a single man of his strength, especially with their wrists bound behind them.
Killer put one hand on each girl's head, looking down on them like a smiling benefactor. Trisha could not miss seeing the cum oozing from Jalena's and Cierra's pussies. Streams of the nasty gunk even clung to the insides of each girl's thighs.
"Look at these messy cunts. They need a good and thorough cleaning. Maybe I should take them to the shower," Killer mused.
"No...not yet!" Razor growled as his cock once again vanished into Trisha's tight, wet heat. Trisha's moans blossomed, her body convulsing on his cock as the orgasm took her by surprise. Her back arched, her nipples pebbling as lust raced through her loins. The world fell away. Her body felt nothing but blessed satisfaction, at least for a second. Then too soon it was gone, replaced by the protestations of her over-sensitive pussy as Razor continued to slam his cock forward like a battering ram into her softness.
"Okay bitch. Time to make good on your promise. We've got some cum-messy pussies for you to clean. Let's make that mouth useful for a change," he hissed. As he said it, he pulled out of Trisha just long enough to turn her face around. His cock sprayed its spooge all over Trisha's face. She had to close her eyes as it coated her eyelids, nose, and cheeks, further streams sliding down her jaw and chin.
'Uuhhhh...this man's sick,' Trisha thought. She'd hoped that he felt some fondness for her, even as brutal as he was. Now she couldn't be sure of even that much.
Trisha shook her head defiantly, surprised at her sudden courage. "Leave me alone you bastard! I won't do it! You can't make me!" Trisha's eyes opened right as Razor's hand came in for a resounding slap across her face. It sounded worse than it was. It was not strong enough to leave a mark, but it did leave a lasting sting.
"Really? I can't, can I? What do you think, brother? Shall we put her words to the test?" Razor asked his companion. Killer's small smile was beyond wicked.
"I think we SHALL." Killer strode over to a chest of 'toys' - if by toys one could mean sadistic tools of sexual torment - and he took out a device Trisha wasn't familiar with. Even as she looked at the electrodes, attached to clips, with wiring attaching them to some kind of battery, Trisha gasped. Razor had re-attached the giant vibrator to the chair, setting it firmly in place by wrapping duct tape around its base, which flared outward. Then he positioned the redhead over it before pushing down on the redhead's slim shoulders, satisfied when her body went rigid, completely filled by the artificial cock. He turned the setting up to high as she squirmed, bit her lip, and groaned.
"Fine, bitch. Don't want to be cooperative? We can MAKE you cooperative."
"No, stop this. You can't!" Trisha half sobbed, suddenly all too aware of the clips being attached to her nipples. Two sharp stabs of pain shot through her cones, radiating to her core. Then she realized that it wasn't just the pain of the clamps squeezing vicelike around her nipples. There were burning sensations rippling through her torso as Killer turned the dial up on his battery, sending shocks directly to her tits.
Trisha screamed as Razor thrust a cock-and-ball-gag into her throat. The rubberized shaft filled to the back of her throat. She had no choice but to drool and groan as he secured it to the back of her head before standing back to watch.
Razor turned to his colleague. "How long do you think she'll last?"
"Five minutes, give or take." Trisha couldn't believe this. These twisted bastards were shocking her and enjoying watching her squirm in pain! The redhead shouted at them through her gag, cursing them.
"FKK UU!! FKK UU!!" she screamed, trying to convert her pain into rage. But that only made Killer turn the dial up further. And then he did something even crueler. He took a third electrode, attaching it from the battery and then pressing the clip around the pearled nub of her clitoris.
Trisha's eye flared wide open - wider than she thought possible - as a burning throb jolted her very core, making her cunt muscles lose control.
"Aahh. Look at this little filly. She's gone and pissed herself," Razor said with a tone of disappointment. He nodded at Killer, who turned the electroshock device off just long enough for Razor to get a washcloth with soap. He proceeded to wipe down the stool where Trisha still sat on the vibrator, enjoying a very brief respite from the pain.
As he cleaned up her 'accident,' the brutal captor looked into her eyes - vivid blue eyes which were filled with equal parts hatred and pleading hope.
"Well, bitch? Are we going to see you lick some pussy now or does my friend need to up the shock to your cunt and tits?"
