Summer resort. “Not what you expected, bitch?” Franco admired the young foreigners’s beautiful form and thick, healthy hair. “If you are dumb enough to be taken the way I took you, do you think any man could want you for anything but those beautiful fucking tits? But I guess you would not know that, since you are a virgin. You will learn your value and your place, little slut, soon enough.”
Captive girls of the barbary coast. Horrendous pain. Tarik sold the slave to the Captain of the Guard in the belief that she was broken in, but to his surprise the Captain returned her two days later. He demanded his money back, and also asked for the bitch to be punished for her poor cock-sucking skills. “Listen here, Tarik, this bitch says she can’t suck my cock . Can’t take it all in, says it’s too big! Ha ha hall!” “Leave it to me. Captain. I’ll punish every inch of her naked body. She’ll open her mouth wide as soon as she sees a cock after that, believe me!” “AAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!! “Scream all you like, bitch. I’m gonna open your cunt all the way. That’ll teach you to refuse to suck cock!” Melissa was punished until her whole body was one unbearable pain. But despite the re-training, the Captain did not want her back. Instead he chose another slave who was, he felt, a real slut and who did all the dirtiest things he could think of…
The hotel. “How’s that crotch rope feeling Debbie?” “Get used to it, where you’re going there will be things a lot more painful than that” “If you’ll excuse me I need to go get dressed, I’m meeting my new business partner, try not to struggle too much, that rope is designed to automatically tighten HAHA” “I won’t see you again so this is goodbye, a man will be by in an hour or two to take you to your new owner. I hope you like being a fuckpet!
Hell’s own sect. The terrible thwack of heavy wood sinking into her soft breast is followed instantly by the sinister counting. “Three blows..’ The crypt becomes a resonance chamber, insistently calling up the Lord of the Abysses. The rod comes down more than a dozen times before the warm, sickening vapors rising from ventilation holes in the iron door fill the chapel with the smell of Hell itself. From the well itself a kind of viscous sighing can be heard. Marie Louise can hardly stand the punishment. The terrible ointment is burning into her breasts. Each blow of the rod is like a hot iron branding her breast.
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. “As you can see, Father, we’ve procured that naughty, teasing tartlet… just as you’ve requested!” the Lord Caine explained, a malevolent grin crossing his face as he swept his hand across the helpless nun squirming and moaning wantonly atop the fine table. “Oh… oh my…” the priest said, his eyes growing wide at the same time as his cock grew rock hard in his pants. One of the lord’s slavegirls, ever watchful, knelt down and obediently started rubbing the priest’s crotch, causing the holy man to let out a strangled moan of absolute lust as he looked at the teasing nun being brutally ass fucked with her own haughty, holy ornament. “She was a fighter she was, claiming she was married to The Lord, but we all know how much of a tease she was. Even her own robes could not hide her own wanton lusts and whoring body! Consider this… a gift, from me to the Church. Surely you won’t forget this favor…” the Lord Caine said, knowingly watching the priest’s eyes bulge in their sockets as the nun suddenly started speaking…
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. “Be quiet!” Lord Caine shouted. “Clearly your father did not teach you manners! But that suits my needs fine. I prefer to train my own slaves. I prefer them fresh!” the Lord Caine said, his mouth twisting into a wicked smile. “I think we have a nice assortment of well-worn dildos that will quiet this slut and teach her the meaning of submission! Girls, take this one to the dungeons to start her training! She will serve nicely while she can. Your name, ‘my lady’ is no longer Claudette but Cuntmuncher! Learn your name well, otherwise you will learn to fear the crack of the riding crop instead!” While the blue dressed daughter was dragged screaming from the sitting room, her sisters could only watch in horror, knowing full well that their turns for inspection would be next… The Lord Caine turned a gentle gaze over to the other two girls. “I hope you two have learned an important lesson. Disobedience will not be tolerated! Now… lift up your skirts and let me see your holes!”
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. The Lord Caine provided many a “useful” service to his peers and fellow noblemen throughout the countryside. Among those services, which included such things such as procurement and training, was his most requested of all: obedience training! There were, after all, many a farmgirl or arrogant maid who thought herself above the “invitations” of their lords and masters. Many of these girls needed to be taught an awful reality: that they were nothing more than pieces of meat to be used as their betters saw fit! “Not so tough now, are you?” one of Lord Caine’s friends, Lord Krebs, asked, clutching at a milkmaid Sylvia’s hair so tightly, he almost ripped it from her scalp! The girl screamed, not just from the brutal tugging on her hair but also from the hot wax dripping down upon her tender flesh! Her lord and master, Lord Krebs, merely laughed. “I bet you felt quite high and mighty when you doused me with your milk pail! But now look at you! I bet it doesn’t feel so good being covered in ‘milk’ now does it?”