Summer resort. “Oh, come on, honey. Aren’t you enjoying the picnic? You know, years ago I dreamed of this day, and it’s all so perfect. And yes, this has to do with that picnic so long ago. Sure, I lied when I said that I trusted you. I never did tell you that I knew about your affair. But then again you lied to me, too, didn’t you? So suck it up, cunt. I’ve found the perfect spot for us to have a picnic of our own. And when those ants are done with your ass and pussy, some of my buddies here may want to use your mouth. So be ready.”
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. “Ouch!” little Annie cried out, wriggling and squealing as she dangled from the ceiling. “Please, milords! Please let me go! This… this is wrong! Please!” “Quiet, you!” Lord Caine said, slapping the blonde bitch across the cheek. “This will teach you to steal from my gardens, you little slut!” he roared. “Now you’ll be sold as sex slaves and fuckpets to anyone willing to pay your piddling price! Normally I’d charge more, but I think it should serve as a lesson that the both of you are cheaper than a cow and a chicken!” The girls both flushed with shame and humiliation. Free women, they were now worth less than farm animals! The lords Calaban and Foster grinned and exchanged glances. “Of course,” the Lord Foster said, pulling his cock out from his pants. “We have to make sure these two aren’t lustful sinners… we have to make sure their holes are tight! If we find they’re not good fucks… I’m not sure I’d pay more than a pennyfarthing for these two…”
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. Lord Caine smiled as he watched his wife beat the ever loving spirit out of this insolent little girl. He felt his cock grow hard as he thought of the new depths this little tart would go to avoid more pain. He imagined the soft feel of her lips as they quivered around his thick member, how her tongue would dance underneath his shaft, both from trained skill and fear of the consequences should she fail. “I do hope you’re paying attention, girl…” one of the more “experienced” slavegirls, marked by her mobcap bonnet, said, holding the onlooking, bound slavegirl in place. “This is what happens to those who disobey the orders of our Lord… he turns them over to his lady, the Lady Treble, and she makes short work of them…”
The Marquis de Sade’s friend. The Lady Treble merely laughed. “I don’t care what you’re like! You’ll soon learn to associate the smell of women with the lusts of the flesh!” she said, smiling as she tapped her whip against her open palm. “That is… unless you’d prefer to be a PAIN SLUT instead?” “No! No, milady… ahh… ahhh… mmm…” the girl whimpered, her hips gyrating sensuously as the experienced slaves continued their work between her legs. “Ahh… ahh… oh God… oh God!” “You’d best ask permission before you cum, slave! I don’t tolerate disobedience in this household!” “Aahhh… ahhh… p-please mistress… please may I cum? Please… please… please?!!!” the girl squealed as the fire built inside her. The Lady Treble merely grinned as she watched the girl’s motions go from lustful to desperate. Oh she would serve well, this one. She would serve well…
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!
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?”