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Brad's Revenge

By: DolorMaster



The lights over the stadium lit up the cool autumn night sky as Brad Carter pulled his black Escalade into the parking lot. When Joe Morton, his buddy from college, had called him up to invite him to a football game at their old alma mater, he was less than enthusiastic. But, with the promise that afterwards they would hit the local club scene, Brad had agreed.

Brad joined the mass of people pouring into the stadium and looked for his seat. He found it and a slightly drunk Joe Morton on the 40 yard line about 5 rows up from the field. After a big hug and a warm greeting from his old friend, Scott settled in his seat to watch the pageantry of small town college football. 

It had been at least 15 years since he had been a student at Delta University. He had graduated with honors from the small college which only had 5000 students but boasted a reputation for high academic standards. He had really enjoyed his time at Delta. Of course, that was partly due to how favorably it compared to the hell of high school. 

The fans stood and cheered loudly as the teams ran onto the field led by their cheerleaders. As the game got under way, Brad's attention was diverted to the cheerleaders on the field directly below them. When he saw her, he gasped out loud. "What's the matter buddy? You look like you saw a ghost," Joe asked.

"It's nothing. Just thought I saw someone I knew," Brad lied. It was her. But it couldn't be. He stared at the young cheerleader on the end. As she jumped, her short skirt flared revealing a pair of red briefs that cupped her tight ass. Her jump also caused her full breasts to bounce under the thin top. Her shiny, straight black hair was tied in a ponytail with a red ribbon. But what caught Brad's attention was her stunning face. Alabaster skin, full dark red lips, crystal blue eyes, and a tiny mole on her cheek just above her lip that only accentuated her beauty. 

The game and Joe's rant on the blind referees faded away as he stared at her. He was deluged with emotions and memories long since buried. The young cheerleader was the spitting image of Sara Harper, the girl who had caused him so much pain in high school. Even down to the beauty mark on her cheek. 

---

Hardly a week went by when he didn't think about Sara Harper. Brad had been overwhelmed by her beauty since he had first laid eyes on her in the 5th grade. As her body blossomed with maturity, she became very popular. He, on the other hand, did not. With a slight build, shoulder length hair, thick glasses and bad acne, he was just one more high school loser even with excellent grades. But even losers have dreams.

Brad's childhood crush grew into elaborate fantasies as he hit puberty. He dreamed of dating her, kissing her lush, red lips and even making love to her nude, willing body. But as the years went by, their paths diverged. She became a popular cheerleader while he became, well, pathetically lovesick. He tried to talk to her a few times but was always brushed aside by her bitchy friends. But, hope springs eternal in the mind of a hormonally challenged teenage boy so he kept trying.

With their senior year in full swing, Brad knew that his opportunity to date Sara would have to come soon. One afternoon he saw her alone at her locker and, with his heart racing, went up to her and asked her out to a dance the following weekend. She gazed at him coolly then smiled, showing him her perfect, white teeth. "Sure, Brad, I'll go with you. My house at 7. Oh, and wear something nice for me ok." Unfortunately for the young man, in his joy at her acceptance, he failed to see her laugh as he turned away.

---

Brad carried the bouquet of flowers up the sidewalk leading to Sara's front door. His heart pounded in his chest as this was the realization of seven years of fantasies. He had gone over this night a million times in his mind. It was going to be perfect. He rang the doorbell.

Mr. Harper jerked the door open and, at 6'2" tall, looked down at the slight teenager. "What the hell do you want?" he bellowed.

"Uh, I'm here to pick up Sara, sir. We have a date for the dance."

The large man snorted. "I don't think so. Now get the hell out of here." He started to shut the door. 

Brad panicked. "No, wait. You're wrong. We do have a date."

Mr. Harper stepped out on the front porch. "You listen here, you little shit head. She's already gone. I'm tired of you little piss ants sniffing around my daughter like a pack of dogs after fresh meat. Now get!" With that he pushed Brad off the small porch onto the sidewalk and slammed the door.

Tears ran down his face as Brad picked himself up. With the flowers ruined, his hands and knees stinging from falling on the concrete and his best pants torn, Brad ran back to his dad's freshly washed car. He wiped his eyes and sped off to the dance. 

Minutes later, Brad sped into the parking lot of the high school gym. Humiliation had turned into rage in that short drive. Something in him had snapped, releasing years of pent-up frustration and rejection. He slammed the car door shut as he stormed up to the gym. He ran into the foyer hearing the steady thump of music coming through the closed gym doors.

"What are you doing here, loser? Can't you take a hint?" Scott spun around to face Bill Morrison, the star quarterback and two of his smug buddies. 

"I just want to talk to Sara. Leave me alone."

"No. I don't think she wants to talk to you tonight or any night. Sara is here with me, scumbag. Now leave or we will make you leave," the athletic young man ordered. As Brad stood still, unsure of what to do, the other two boys moved to escort him back outside. 

With a quick move that surprised all four boys, Brad found himself with his back to the huge trophy case. Bill and the other two brutes moved in. "Shoulda left, fucker. Now we get to kick your ass. By the way, Sara told everyone what she did. She said she figured it would finally give you the hint that she wants you to leave her the hell alone."

As the three athletes moved closer, Brad's eyes darted around the room. A wooden broom leaned up against the wall by the trophy case and Brad leapt for it. He swung it wildly causing the three to jump back. Then, as they moved back in, he swung and connected with the star quarterback's left knee. Bill crumpled and held his knee. "Kill him, guys," he groaned.

Another wild swing missed both boys but unfortunately connected with the glass trophy case. Shards of glass littered the foyer. Mr. Simmons, the principal, came roaring out of the gym. Seeing the injured quarterback, the broken glass and Brad still clutching the broom, he called for security and snatched the broom from Brad's trembling fingers.

The rest, you could say, is history. The police and an ambulance were summoned. Bill Morrison went to the ER to find out he had a fractured kneecap, ending his season and the hopes of his team's playoff chances. Brad Carter went to the city jail. His humiliation was completed by seeing Sara laughing and extending her middle fingers to him as the police cruiser rolled away from the gym.

---

But Brad was no longer a loser. After Lasik surgery to get rid of the glasses, years in a gym with a personal trainer to harden his body, he had become a strong, handsome man. Of course, the designer clothes and pricy haircuts didn't hurt either. Brad was startled back to the present by the roar of the crowd and his buddy shaking his arm. "Man, did you see that catch? Fucking awesome!" Joe yelled.

"Yeah, Joe, that was great," Brad replied. But his thoughts were no longer on football. A sudden impulsive thought led to the beginnings of a plan. By the time the game ended, the broad strokes of a plot for revenge were worked out in his troubled mind.

As they left the stadium, Brad picked up a discarded program. He flipped through it until he found the cheerleaders' group photo and learned that her name was Ashley Conley. Flipping further, he found an ad with a face shot of the young girl. Below the ad he read the words "We love you, Ashley! Mom and Dad. Courtesy of Dr. Bob and Sara Conley and Dr. Bob's Family Dentistry." Brad smiled as he knew his plan had just begun.

---

After a few days of research online and a little surveillance, Brad was ready to make the call to his friend and business associate. He had known Dante Jackson for almost twenty years. After the cops hauled Brad away that night, he was placed in a holding cell with a group of teenaged thugs. As he sat with his back against the wall, he saw a skinny black kid pull a thin blade from his shoe and move to stab a muscular, black teen in the back. Brad reacted and kicked his leg out causing the skinny kid to fall and drop his blade. The muscular youth spun quickly and spotting the blade, quickly kicked it out of the cell. He then beat his attacker, finishing him with a brutal kick to the head. When the guards got to the cell, they found the young man laid out on the floor while the rest of the boys stood away from him. "What the fuck happened here?" bellowed one of the guards.

No one spoke until Brad softly said, "He fell down, sir."

After the guards removed the injured boy, several other kids told Dante what had happened. He walked over to Brad sticking his large hand out. "Name's Dante Jackson, bro. I owe you one. And that means something."

The next few weeks seemed surreal to Brad. Expulsion from school, court appearances and meetings with lawyers all blurred together. Most everyone agreed he should get probation. But the injured quarterback's father, a prominent banker and city councilman, demanded that he get jail time. 

So with small town politics being what they are, Brad spent 3 months and 10 days at the county juvenile detention center. Dante Jackson had already arrived at the facility due to, according to Dante, a bogus drug charge. He greeted Brad like a long-lost brother. And since Dante was respected and feared both in and out of prison, Brad spent his sentence in relative peace as he got to know Dante. 

After Brad's release from prison, he worked hard and got his GED, then went on to college at Delta University. He graduated with honors in accounting. On the day he opened his office and began to wonder how he was going to pay his bills, a familiar face walked in his door.

Dante Jackson had become a powerful man in the four years since Brad walked out of prison. Through street smarts, a little luck and several timely deaths, he had become a major player in drugs, prostitution and extortion in the entire southern half of the state. Now he sat in Brad's office in a thousand dollar suit and smiled broadly. He explained that he was making too much money, too fast and needed help. He wanted to hire Brad to invest, launder and basically hide his illegal income. Brad accepted his offer and over the next 15 years, made both of them very rich. So when he called Dante to set up a meeting, there was little doubt that Dante would be more than happy to help.

---

Brad pulled his Escalade up to the intercom outside the electronic gate. After identifying himself, he drove through the automatic gate and pulled up to the main house. As he walked to the front door it was opened by a petite blonde. Brad smiled as he took in her attire, a black leather collar around her neck, six inch black stilettos and nothing more. The two men shared numerous deviant tastes as well as a love of money. "Master Jackson is waiting for you in his study, Sir," she said softly.

Brad walked into the elegantly decorated study and was greeted with a big bear hug from his partner. "Something tells me this isn't a social call, bro. Have a seat and tell me what's going on with you."

The two men sat silently in soft leather chairs until Brad broke the silence. "Do you remember when I tripped that crack head that was going to cut you?"

"Sure, man. Of course, I do."

Brad hesitated. "You told me that you owed me one, remember?"

Dante's eyes slightly narrowed as he tried to guess where this atypical conversation was going. Neither one had brought up that night in years. "Yes, Brad. I remember. Seems like I might have paid that one back a few times over but what is it?"

"Okay," he said softly as he took a deep breath. He was about to violate one of their basic rules. They never discussed where all the money came from. "Dante, the women. I mean the prostitutes and strippers and escorts. Hell, the blonde cunt that opened the door for me. How do you get them?"

Dante stared at his friend with a look of amusement. "Now what you want to know bout that for? You looking to open up a titty bar and compete with me?" he laughed.

"No, Dante, this is serious. No little girl dreams of being a stripper or a crack whore when she grows up. How do you get a normal girl into the business? I mean without forcing them."

"Brad it's all too easy. Most young girls are drawn to money and power. Give them a taste of both. Drive them in a limo to the best restaurants and clubs. Buy them nice clothes and keep the champagne flowing. Then give them a little taste of coke or crack to keep the party going. The lifestyle is just as addictive as the drugs, man. Then when they're hooked on both, start backing away. They will do anything to keep it going."

Dante stared out the window for a moment. "Once you get them there, you start telling them what to do to keep the drugs and the money coming. Most slide into the life all too easy. Stripping, then a little escorting on the side leads all too quickly to giving dudes ten dollar blowjobs in an alley. Now what the fuck is this all about?"

Brad smiled at his friend's lack of patience. "Vengeance. It's all about vengeance. I know you remember me telling you about that bitch Sara Harper." Dante nodded. "She has a daughter. I need you to turn her out. I want her addicted, stripping and whoring her sweet little ass out. Everything is in here." He tossed a thick manila folder on the coffee table. 

The black man looked at the first few sheets of paper in the folder. "Whoa, dude. This hottie is a dentist's daughter. In college with straight A's. And you want me to destroy her little world? Why?"

Brad started to talk and when he was done, Dante smiled a toothy grin. "Brad, you are one twisted fucker. I love it, man. Give me a few months and keep your distance in case something goes bad, okay? I'll call you when she's ready." Brad's mind raced as he drove from the estate. Having past the point of no return, he knew he would be very busy over the next few weeks preparing for his revenge.

---

The call came a little over two months later. Ashley Conley, the cute little cheerleader, had always loved to party with her friends. After she met Dante and his friends one night at an exclusive club, the rest was just as Dante had said it would be. Partying, champagne and recreational drugs had led to harder drugs and, ultimately, escorting to pay for her expensive habits. Dante had led her down the path to her destruction but she is the one who followed all too easily. Her friends couldn't handle her lifestyle and left as her grades in college plummeted. She had also distanced herself from Mommy and Daddy as she knew they just wouldn't understand.

Brad had arranged to meet at a seedy motel outside of town. He pulled up next to Dante's gleaming black Hummer and walked up to the passenger window as it rolled down. Dante handed him a key. "Number six, bro. Take your time. I'll be back in a coupla hours to pick her ass up." The window started back up as the Hummer pulled off. 

Brad unlocked the door to number six and turned on the lights. Ashley Conley was tied spread-eagled to the bed. She was nude and slightly high. She had lost some weight since that night at the game but was still gorgeous. Her face was not as full and she had dark circles under her blue eyes. As he examined her nude body, his cock grew hard. Her nipples, bellybutton, clitoral hood and both labia were pierced with gold rings. She also had a diamond stud in her nose and a barbell in her tongue. 

Also according to Brad's specifications, she was adorned with multiple tattoos. Her ankle was encircled with flowers. A Celtic sun surrounded her pierced navel. Brad reached out to lightly touch the words "Fuck Toy" in bold, black script above her hairless pussy. He knew without seeing that her lower back was tattooed with an elaborate tribal pattern that included his initials, BC.

Brad tugged gently on her clit ring causing her to moan. He pushed two fingers into her pussy, surprised at how wet and open she was. A third finger quickly followed as Ashley moaned and bucked on his fingers. He quickly pulled his fingers from her pussy and yanked cruelly on her clit ring, causing her to scream in an intense orgasm. 

While Brad was not there to satisfy his sadistic urges, he smiled at her reaction to the pain. He slipped off his clothes and straddled her thin torso. Her pierced nipples were playfully pinched. His cock swelled as he moved to place it at her full lips. "Lick," he commanded. Her pierced tongue eagerly licked the head of his cock. Brad pushed his engorged cock past her lips. As he face-fucked the young girl, he stared into her blue eyes remembering her mother's cruel rejection of him. 

Her pierced tongue swirled around his rigid cock as he slid it back and forth. Brad felt the impending orgasm build in him and forced his cock deep into her throat. With her nose nestled in his pubic hair, Ashley struggled to breathe but worked his cock with her tongue until she felt it swell and spill streams of salty cum down her throat.

He rolled off the tattooed girl and quickly dressed. He glanced at the stack of photos and DVDs on the bedside table. Dante had chronicled the young girl's adventures over the past few months. Brad stared again at the young girl's face. Remembering, he again reached down to grasp her clit ring. But this time, he yanked hard ripping the tender flesh in one sadistic motion. Ashley screamed in shock and pain as blood oozed from her torn clit. He wiped the golden ring off and put it in his pocket. With his photos and DVDs in hand he walked back out to the waiting Dante.

"She is perfect, Dante. Thank you, man."

"Yeah, ok now what, Brad? What do you want me to do with her?"

Brad smiled at his friend. "Give me a few weeks and she will be of no use to me. Then get rid of her. Set her up and send her to jail. Or sell her to the Colombians. I don't care."

Dante's eyes narrowed at the cruelty of his friend. But he knew the demons of his past and how they affected him. "Okay, man, I'll see you later. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

---

Sara Conley stepped from the shower and gazed at her alabaster skin and taut body in the mirror. "Not bad for thirty seven," she thought. Her unlined face was almost unchanged from high school. The body was a bit softer but frequent trips to the gym kept her tummy flat and her legs and ass toned. Her breasts were now perfect "C" cups with little sag thanks to Dr. Bob's money and her plastic surgeon. She brushed out her black hair, a bit shorter these days going just past her shoulders. She put on a silk robe and went to check her email. 

These days she checked her emails frequently. While she loved Dr. Bob's money and what it could do for her and her daughter, Dr. Bob had turned out to be a fat pig. She would give him the occasional blow job or hand job and would let him grunt on top of her for a few minutes every week or so. As long as he brought in the dough, it was the least she could do. But now he was asking to fuck her up the butt. He didn't make that much money, she often laughed to herself.

But after Don Summers, Dr. Bob's attorney and her mixed doubles partner at the club, seduced her and screwed her brains out a few weeks ago, Dr. Bob seemed even more repulsive. She logged on expecting to find another sexy email from the handsome lawyer. Instead, she found one from her daughter Ashley's email account.


Brad's Revenge Ch. 02



Author's note: This is a continuation of Brad's revenge. I suggest you read it first to get the full flavor of this story. Thank you and enjoy.

*

Six months had passed since the former Sara Conley now known only as slave, had crawled down the hallway leading to the basement dungeon. After the months held against her will by Brad Carter, the man she had wronged in high school, she had returned to him of her own free will. She had given him everything... her possessions, money, body and submission. And in return, he had accepted her as his slave and had ordered her to return to the same basement cell where she had been imprisoned for exactly three months and ten days.

In the six weeks that had passed since that day, their life had settled into a comfortable routine. Brad woke his willing slave each morning as she slept in her cell. She would be allowed to use the toilet, brush her teeth and shower as he watched her every movement while sipping hot tea from a mug. He would then give her a list of assignments for the day. She cleaned his home, did his laundry, cooked his meals and submitted to his every twisted, sexual demand. slave might be scrubbing his kitchen floor only to be jerked up by her long black hair and urged to suck his cock in a well practiced routine that ended with her swallowing every drop of his cum. Or she might spend the day bound in some painful or humiliating position only to be released after her toned body was tormented in some new way just because Brad enjoyed it.

On this particular day, slave was nude and on her hands and knees scrubbing his tile floors with a brush as Brad worked on some offshore accounts in the next room. He looked up from his work to watch her full breasts swaying back and forth as she scrubbed. Brad was startled out of his reflections by the ringing of his cell phone. He glanced at the caller ID and answered it before it rang a second time. "What's up, Dante?'

"We got a small problem, bro. It's about your bitch, Sara."

Brad closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "What's the matter?"

Dante Jackson, Brad's oldest friend and a major player in the area drug and prostitution trade, slightly hesitated. "Well, Brad, I had some visitors today. You remember Dr. Bob, your girl's ex-husband? He showed up today at my place with a high dollar lawyer, name of Jenkins."

"Come on, man, cut to the chase. What did they want?"

Dante laughed. "Well, he wasn't handing out free dental checkups. Seriously, man, your girl fucked up. She stole some serious cash from him on her way out."

"What are you talking about, Dante?"

"Seems like before she came back to you she cleaned out a safety deposit box that Dr. Bob didn't think she knew about. Had a quarter of a million in it, bro." Dante sighed. "Once he realized that it was gone, Dr. Bob had her followed. When she came here looking for you, she was followed. They have all the paperwork to prove what she did, Brad. It looks bad."

Brad glared at slave as she scrubbed away oblivious to the storm that was brewing. "So what's the bottom line, Dante?"

"Simple, man. They want the money back and want the bitch in jail for theft. I didn't talk to them but my boys said they will be back Friday at 6PM and they want the money and Sara or they will go to the cops with everything they know about me, you and the whole fucking mess."

There was a moment of silence before Brad spoke. "The money's no problem. But they can't have her. Any ideas, man?"

Dante laughed into the phone. "Man, you know I always have ideas. We can't let these assholes get into our business much less have the cops show up at my door. And you know I hate being threatened. Seems I'm having problems with one of my little bitches, too. I have a plan to deal with all of this shit at once."

"Okay, Dante," Brad said. "I'm listening."

Brad watched slave crawl across the floor as she scrubbed while he listened intently to Dante's plan. A smile came across his face as Dante explained the final details. "So whadda ya think, bro?"

"I think it will work just fine. And I'm so pissed off at her for stealing and bringing this crap on our heads that she deserves every bit of it." Brad paused. "Let's do it."

As soon as Brad hung up the phone, he ordered slave to put up the cleaning supplies and crawl to the dungeon. Once there, he put a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists. He was silent as he attached the cuffs to a hook that lowered from the ceiling. As the hook was raised back up, slave was forced to stretch her arms high above her head. The hook finally stopped when her nude body was taut and her pedicured toes barely touched the concrete floor.

Brad walked to the cabinet where his whips were kept and selected the one that slave feared the most. It was a short, brown leather, two tailed whip that felt like razors when the tips hit nude flesh. Brad walked up to slave with anger etched across his face. "Dante called today. I know about the money you stole from Dr. Bob. He is trying to cause us problems. Why would you do something that fucking stupid?"

slave's blue eyes filled with tears that ran down her cheeks. "I-I-am sorry, Sir. When you sent me away and I tried to get my affairs in order before I returned to you, I remembered the secret safety deposit box that Dr. Bob kept at the bank. I was pissed about the divorce and that little bitch from his office moving into my house and I wanted to hurt him. I know it was childish but I thought he would never be able to track me down." Her head hung down as she quietly sobbed.

Brad gripped the whip tighter. "Dante hates problems. But he has a plan to fix this. Unfortunately for you, that plan is going to involve you and some intense punishment on Friday night. Until then you are going to be confined in your cell just like when you first came here. Oh, but first I'm going to whip you until you pass out."

slave jerked her head up in alarm. The first strike of the dreadful whip wrapped around her ass and ended with the thin tips lashing across her shaved mound. She screamed in pain as her toes lost contact with the cold concrete. Before she could regain her tenuous stance, a second slash wound around her back ending over her left nipple. After that, the blows rained down on her nude body as she helplessly hung by her wrists. slave mercifully passed out after fifty stripes crisscrossed every inch of her body.

On Friday morning, slave awoke in her six by eight cell that she had been kept in for the last three days. She was stretching her stiff muscles as the door to the basement opened. Brad walked to her cell and opened the door of steel bars. "You stink, bitch. Get upstairs to my bathroom." As she crawled up the stairs and down the hallway to his bathroom, Brad looked closely at the few fading bruises that remained from her whipping.

Once in the bathroom, slave noted that the big Jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water. Candles were lit around the edges and a glass of white wine awaited her. "slave, tonight will not be easy for you. I want you to soak in the tub, shampoo, wash and shave your body well. There is a full enema bag in the shower. Use it twice. When you are done, come lie down in my bed and rest until time to go." Brad turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

slave was confused by the apparent change in Brad's behavior. Even so, she was not going to turn down a chance to soak in the tub and get squeaky clean after days of confinement in the cell. She did exactly what he asked including the enemas and fell asleep within seconds of her head hitting the down pillow. 

The black Escalade pulled up to the concrete block building on the back of Dante's estate. There were a number of luxury cars and SUV's parked around the entrance to the solid structure. Brad pulled up to the side door and parked. He got out and opened up the back of the SUV. slave lay nude on her stomach with her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles pulled up in a loose hogtie. A black hood covered her head. Brad saw two of Dante's men standing by the door sharing a joint. "Hey, Julius, T-Bone. Would ya'll come get this piece of ass and put her in the holding cell with the other one?" 

The two large men walked over and smiled as they looked into the Escalade. They picked her up effortlessly and carried her into the building. Dante had the building built years ago for one purpose. He needed a place to play with, train, torment and sometimes torture the young women that came into his world without being interrupted. The soundproofed, concrete building met that purpose with its high ceilings and packed dirt floors.

Brad walked around to the front and entered the building. Dante met him at the door. "Hey, bro," Dante smiled as he hugged his old friend. "Come on in. Everything is set. Just stay cool." The two men walked over to a row of leather chairs and sat down. Dante's seat looked more like a throne befitting his status with gold adornments and his name in gold leaf above the headrest. Immediately, two very pretty and very nude young twin girls knelt at Dante's feet. He glanced down and laughed. "How do you like these two bookends, Brad?" 

"Pretty sweet, Dante. Do you think they could go get us a beer or are they just for looks?" Dante snapped his fingers and the twins trotted off to get the drinks. Just then one of Dante's men escorted over two men that looked very uncomfortable and slightly pissed off. Dante remained seated as they approached. The man wearing the three piece suit and carrying a manila folder stuck out his hand. "Mr. Jackson, I'm Anthony Jenkins." 

Dante Jackson stared at the man but didn't shake his hand. "Okay looks like we need to handle business before pleasure." He glanced over at his right hand man, Tank, who resembled an upright refrigerator, and motioned him over. He walked over, took the folder containing proof of Sara's theft and handed him a black duffle bag. "I assume the whole quarter mil is here?"

Dante glared at the lawyer. The other man was short, balding and out of shape. Dr. Bob Conley cleared his throat to break the tension. "Umm, where's the bitch? I want her ass in jail." 

Dante turned his gaze to the dentist. "Well Doc I got a proposition for you. I have her but she is important to me. I want her kept out of jail. But you want revenge. I got a way to satisfy us both."

"I have a little bitch that I caught stealing from me. Every once in awhile I set up entertainment for my men and punishing these little cunts can be very entertaining. So, I propose that we take both of them and have us a little contest. Five events, loser gets gangbanged by my boys and hung up outside for a few days." 

Dr. Bob smiled broadly at the thought of his ex-wife tortured and gangbanged in front of him. "What kind of events?" Dante smiled slightly as he knew the hook was set. He explained what awaited the two women.

"So gentlemen, if you agree to not have Sara jailed we will have our contest and you can stay and watch. I even added an extra fifty thousand in that duffle bag to make it up to you. Hell, you two boys can even help fuck the loser."

Dr. Bob and his lawyer glanced at each other. "Okay, I really only wanted the money back anyway. It's a deal."

Dante motioned for the two men to sit beside him. Two nude women walked over to them. "These bitches will take care of you. Have a drink and relax."

Once the group of twenty men were seated and were waited on by the collection of nude beauties, the two contestants were brought out by Tank who tugged on leashes attached to their collars. Sara Harper Conley, known now as slave, stood nude with her hands cuffed behind her. Her eyes were locked on Brad. The other woman, Amy Roberts, was a striking counterpart to Sara. She was much younger and had long blonde hair with a dark tan as opposed to slave's black hair and alabaster skin. She was very fit and had an impressive pair of breast implants. Both women had their hair braided in a severe ponytail.

Once the women were brought out, Dante's friends and henchmen started throwing money around in a flurry of bets. Dr. Bob and his lawyer took in the excitement. "What are they betting on?" asked Dr. Bob. The girl kneeling at his feet ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. "Excuse me, Sir but these guys bet on anything. Mainly they are betting on the winner but they have all kinda weird side bets."

"So who is the favorite?"

The nude girl smiled. "Well Dante's girls are very tough and well trained. They are also sexual dynamos. Amy... the blonde... grew up on the streets until Master Dante took her in and trained her himself. The other one is not Dante's. I heard that she was some rich bitch until she became some friend of Dante's girlfriend. So... Amy is a big favorite. The other one is so screwed."

Dr. Bob laughed and took a big gulp of his scotch and water as he leaned over to his lawyer. "There is no way Sara could handle any of this shit. She got upset if she broke a nail while playing tennis. And she hated sex."

He listened to the excited chatter around him as he kept hearing how tough Amy is. He took another sip of scotch. "Hey Dante, can I get in on some of this action? I want to bet on the blonde."

Dante turned to the portly dentist. "Sure, Bob, no problem. You sure you wanna bet against your ex?"

"Absolutely. I'll bet the money I got from you tonight if you can handle it."

Dante smiled. "Three hundred grand? I can handle it. You sure about this, bro?"

"I'm sure. Sara is a loser now just like she was when she walked out on her family." Dante felt Brad stir beside him.

Dante held out a large, meaty hand and shook Dr. Bob's hand. "Let the games begin."

Tank, Julius and T-Bone laid the two women on a narrow table. They positioned them in a sixty-nine position and started wrapping them in an elaborate harness. Very quickly the two nude girls were bound tightly together with their arms bound behind them and their legs splayed open. The harness was attached to two winches hanging from the ceiling and the table was removed. This left the two hanging in mid-air, tightly bound to each other and staring directly at the shaven pussy of the other.

Dante stood up and walked to the two poor girls. "Gentlemen. These two bitches have been found guilty of lying and theft. Their punishment will be severe but I hope also entertaining. We got five rounds... the loser of at least three gets to be the star of a gangbang for you gentlemen and then, well, let's just say it would be real fucking bad to lose."

"Round one is the orgasm contest. First one to orgasm loses. But here's the catch... each girl's clit ring is attached to her own ponytail by a set of strings and pulleys. To get their tongue near the other girl's cunt they have to lower their head pulling their own clit. To really get that tongue inside the other girl, their little clit will feel like it is being pulled off."

Dante walked back to his seat as the men laughed and placed the last few wagers. "On three, bitches. One. Two. Three!"

Both girls quickly moved their mouths to the other girl's pussy. slave's tongue could barely touch Amy's moist labia without a painful tug on her clit ring. slave had never eaten pussy before but knew what she herself liked. She pulled her mouth closer until she could start licking Amy's slit. She heard Amy groan in pain and then felt a warm tongue dart inside her licking her like a cat devouring cream. She knew Amy must be in severe pain to get her tongue that deeply inside her so she pulled even harder. 

slave knew that Brad was watching her and she so wanted to please him. It felt like her clit was on fire as she licked and tongue-fucked the blonde slave. As she heard Amy moan in what she hoped was pleasure, she started feeling the wetness flow from her own cunt and started feeling her lower abdomen tighten. The humiliation of eating another woman out in front of these men and the sensations of Amy's tongue and warm breath on her pussy coupled with the pain of the pull on her clit was too much.

Amy sensed that slave was close to an orgasm so she pulled even harder to get her tongue deeper. Her own orgasm was close as well but knew that slave's inexperience would allow her to keep it at bay. Amy licked up the juices flowing from slave's pussy and strained to reach her tortured clit. 

slave was used to playing orgasm denial games with Brad so she used all of her mental tricks to slow the impending orgasm. But having to service the other girl's wet pussy at the same time was too overwhelming. Suddenly, Amy strained forward and flicked the base of slave's clit with the very tip of her tongue. The intensity of that sensation was too much for slave and she soaked Amy's face with her juices as she screamed in a shattering orgasm. Knowing she had won, Amy lifted her face up, releasing the pressure on her poor clit and rewarded herself with her own orgasm.

Dante stood up as the men cheered or groaned depending on their bets. "Round one goes to the blond cunt, Amy. Give us a minute to set up for round two."

Dante's men quickly lowered and unbound the two girls. They both collapsed on the floor. The men pushed the table and harnesses out of the room and brought in four low benches. The startling thing about the benches was the row of dildos attached to each. They ranged from 6 inches long and 1 inch in diameter to a staggering 11 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. Two benches were placed on each end of the room and were plugged in to electrical outlets.

Dante again stood up as the two slaves were forced up on their knees. "Okay, round two. The dildo relay. As you can see the bitches are being fit with a special pair of latex panties. There is an opening for pussy and ass with an electrical contact around each opening. The contest is simple. The bitch runs to one bench and lowers her pussy on a dildo until contact is made with a contact point at the base of the dildo. When that happens the dildo will give her a shock and a buzzer will go off. She then jumps up and runs to the bench at the other end of the room and does the same with her ass. She keeps going back and forth until she can't fit one of them up her hole. Or until one of them takes both rows. Winner is the one who takes the biggest dildo before they quit or the one who finishes first."

The two nude girls knelt in the center of the room. "On three, bitches. One. Two. Three!" The two slaves jumped up and ran to the benches. Both girls were still pretty wet from the previous round so the first dildo slid in easily for both of them. As their pussy made contact with the base of the dildo they received an intense shock that made both of them yelp. They jumped up and ran to the other set of benches.

Both girls positioned their asses and lowered themselves onto the first dildo. Amy was rewarded with her shock first as slave struggled a bit due to the lack of lubrication. Amy was already at the second pussy dildo when slave got her shock. Both girls had little trouble with the second but when they got to the next ass dildo slave bent down and spit on it. She made up some ground as she slid down much easier. 

And so it went with both girls racing back and forth only to struggle to get the increasingly larger dildos in their ass or pussy. The men and the other girls cheered them both on. Amy had a definite advantage as she got the anal dildos in much easier than slave. With two left on each bench, slave almost jumped on the second largest dildo, spearing her sore pussy with a scream. With that move, slave took a slight lead. 

But then slave, unfortunately, hit a wall. She used spit and juice from her abused cunt to lubricate the immense butt plug. But she could not force herself onto it. Amy however must have lots of experience as an ass whore as she pushed and groaned until her tortured ass was severely shocked. slave struggled and pushed but to no avail. She looked over her shoulder as her competitor managed to conquer the monster dildo on the end of the bench to the cheers of the crowd.




Brad's Revenge Ch. 02



slave knew she was beaten. She slowly stood up and then knelt beside the bench with her head bowed in defeat.

Dante glanced over at a stoic Brad as he again stood up and motioned for the crowd to quiet down. "Winner of round two by forfeit is little Amy. She leads 2 to 0." He saw Dr. Bob and his lawyer excitedly high five each other. 

More drinks were brought to the men as money exchanged hands. Tank and the other two men removed the benches and brought in two mechanical contraptions and two padded sawhorses. The slave girls were stripped of their latex panties and bent over the sawhorses. Their ankles and thighs were tightly strapped together and their wrists were bound to the base of the front legs. A wide strap secured their waists to the horses. This put their asses in perfect position for a serious spanking. The machines were then aligned next to the girls.

Dante walked over to the two bound girls. "Here we go, round three is the spanking machine. I had an engineer make these two little machines. They each have a mechanical arm that can be set to swing at a preset speed and force. And on that arm I can attach a crop, or paddle or cane. So when I start the program, it will give these two little cunts an identical swat on their cute asses. As time goes by, the swats get harder and faster and the position will slightly change up and down their asses and thighs."

"The loser will be the first one to either say 'I quit' or pass out." Dante looked at Brad and continued. "And, of course, if slave loses then she will be 0 for 3 and will lose this contest." He then attached a wooden paddle slightly wider than a ruler to both arms. Dante sat back down and simultaneously hit two buttons on a remote. Almost immediately the arms pulled back and released. The paddles struck the helpless girls' asses at the same time sounding like a gunshot in the room.

Both girls yelped in surprise and pain as the arms reset. After fifteen seconds, the arms released again. And again. And again. The strokes kept getting faster and harder as the slaves whimpered and struggled futilely against their restraints. After fifteen minutes the program ended leaving their asses and thighs a bright red with some bruising.

Tank replaced the paddles with thin, wooden canes. When the program restarted, the girls screamed in pain with the first hit. As the arms pulled back, a white welt could be seen forming against the deep red of their asses. The strokes seemed more vicious this time. Their asses were soon covered in raised purplish welts as sweat glistened off their nude bodies. 

Brad watched slave very closely. She suddenly got quiet and still causing one of the men to check if she had passed out. She was very much awake. She just was slipping deep into subspace as Brad had taught her. Amy, however, started to really struggle and scream as the program ended.

This time the canes were replaced with a very thin, metal rod covered in latex. The first stroke of the rods whistled through the air as they hit the girls in that sweet spot where ass meets thigh. Amy jerked her head up and let out an ear shattering scream as she mercifully passed out. When the arm pulled back everyone, could see a thin line of blood where the rod had broken the abused skin on each girl.

Dante jumped up and made sure Amy was out before declaring the winner. "Round three goes to slave. That makes the score Amy 2, slave 1." He walked over to slave and gently rubbed her ass with his palm. He felt the heat rising from her abused skin as slave softly moaned. He looked at his men and smiled. "Get 'em ready for round four, boys."

They quickly released the two abused women and laid them down on their stomachs. Tank put a small capsule under Amy's nose and she quickly came to shaking her head and groaning in pain. The other two men removed the sawhorses and machines and rolled in two odd pieces of equipment.

Two upright steel pipes with heavy bases were connected to each other with a one inch copper pipe. An electrical box was hooked to cables dangling from the copper pipe and then was plugged into an outlet. slave was picked up and made to straddle the copper pipe. Her arms were bound behind her back and were attached to her collar. Her ankles were cuffed and connected with a short chain. With all three men working together they positioned the copper pipe so that if slave was standing flatfooted, her shaved pussy rested on the pipe. But if she stood on her toes, her pussy was an inch above the pipe. As a finishing touch, alligator clamps were attached to her nipples and eight ounce weights were hung from them. Amy received the identical treatment on her own set of pipes. 

Again, Dante stood and explained. "Round four is the electric horse. These two cunts will be standing on their toes. We turn these babies on and the copper pipe becomes electrified. It can be set from a mild buzz to extra crispy. When their calves tire out and their heels get close to the ground, their little pussies will get close or touch the copper pipes. That will complete the circuit and they get zapped. It is not dangerous just hurts like a mother I would think. Oh, and so everyone can get a good look we have a camera focused on their little pussies that is transmitting to those 2 plasmas on the wall."

"First one to say 'I quit' or passes out loses. If Amy wins, it's over and she wins the contest. If slave wins, then we go to the final round. Up on your toes, bitches." Dante walked back to his seat and Tank handed him a remote control. He raised his hand to get everyone's attention and hit a button starting the round.

At first, nothing happened. Then after a couple of minutes, Amy started to lower her left heel. Her already sore pussy neared the pipe as she suddenly yelped and jumped back up on her toes. slave was staring straight ahead and stood very still. Years of working out and tennis had sculpted her calves into toned muscle. Amy started to sink again only to get another brief zap to her abused cunt.

Dante sensed that he needed to pick up the pace. He dialed up the intensity of the electricity flowing through the pipes and signaled for Julius and T-Bone to get involved. They each picked up a thin, whippy crop and moved behind the poor girls. They slowly and methodically slashed the crops across their tense calves and thighs. Both girls started to falter. Almost at the same time their heels touched the ground and their pussies touched the copper. But only for a second as they both screamed and bounced back up on their tiptoes. Amy was obviously wearing out as only a few seconds later she started to sink back down.

The intensity was increased again. Amy's calves were trembling as she lowered herself down. Everyone watched the monitors closely as a tiny blue spark came off the pipe to zap her labia. She howled in pain and shook her head as the crowd roared with excitement. Amy quickly got back up on point as slave started to lower herself after a particularly vicious slash on her calf. This time a spark jumped to her clit piercing and the sudden pain caused her to stumble landing fully on the copper pipe as it mercilessly electrocuted her sore pussy.

slave quickly regained her footing and tried to focus on Brad. At the same time Amy was showing more signs of failing. She would lower herself only to get shocked and would quickly rise back up only seconds later to go back down. 

Dante increased the intensity to its maximum setting. It still would cause no damage but would feel as though they had been hit with a cattle prod in their most sensitive of areas. Both girls were slowly nearing the pipes when Amy got a cramp in her calf that caused her heel to hit the ground. The crowd could hear the static hiss as the electricity surged through her cunt. She let out an inhuman scream as her whole body shook in pain. Amy could take no more. "I quit! I quit!" she screamed. "Please, Master, please. I quit." She hung her head as tears coursed down her cheeks.

Much to slave's relief, Dante turned the devices off and stood up. "Now we have a contest. It's all even at 2-2. We will decide this fucker with an S&M obstacle course. Winner of it is the champ. Take a break guys while we set it up."

As Dante directed, his men quickly removed the girls from the tormenting pipes. (Dante removed the clamps from each nipple himself eliciting squeals of pain.) The girls then quietly knelt in the center of the room as the men worked around them. All of the slave girls that had been serving the men were called over to the far side of the room and lined up in two rows. With everything in order, Dante called the men back to their seats. 

"Alright, let's get this going. Let me explain what we have here. Each girl starts in the center of the room with arms bound behind them wrist tied to opposite elbow. On go, they will run to the station in the far left corner. There are two trays there on the floor each with three half dollars in the bottom. They will pick up a coin with their mouth and move to the next station." Dante smiled as he playfully paused. "Oh yeah, all the little bitches that have been serving you tonight were only too happy to hide the coins under their piss and shit." Groans and laughter filled the room.

"Then, they have to run the gauntlet by crawling between the legs of those same girls who are standing in two rows of five girls each with their legs spread. They are armed with flexible canes and as slave and Amy struggle under their legs they get to pop the contestants' ass and thighs with the canes to hurry them along."

Dante continued. "They then will get up and run over to the dildo bench on the far right wall and plop their sore little pussy down on the smallest dildo. They will then hop up and run over to my special crotch rope." Two cotton ropes extended thirty feet between wooden supports right in front of the spectators. The supports were built like staircases on both sides. The ropes were about three feet off the floor and were pulled very tight. "They will run up the steps on one side and as they walk down the other side, they will straddle the rope. They will move as fast as they can with that rope slicing into their pussies. Oh and just for kicks the guys tied a few knots in the rope at various points. Then they walk up the stairs on the opposite side to get off the rope and then go down the other side."

Dante finished by walking over to the two girls, kneeling with heads lowered. "They will then run to the center here and deposit the coins in the boxes. The coins must be clean before they are deposited so those tongues will be working while they are running. Each girl does three laps. The first bitch to drop three coins in the box is the winner."

With the rules explained, the betting reached a feverish pitch. slave knelt quietly trying to focus on the trial ahead of her. She let her mind play over all the things Brad had done to her and how she had grown as a submissive and as a woman. But she knew she had screwed up and disappointed her Master. She looked up and saw Brad staring at her. His look was not one of anger but of pride. slave sat up a bit straighter and pushed her chest out a little further. Just before she lowered her head down, she saw Brad wink and she knew that everything was okay.

"On your mark." Amy and slave stood in the center of the room. "Get set. Go!" They ran to the trays on the dirt floor. Amy was scared of the thought of losing and having served as a toilet slave once as a punishment she knew how to deal with the humiliation that faced her. She dropped to her knees, held her breath and using her tongue quickly found a coin. But to pick it up she realized that she would need her teeth. She lowered her face into the foul mess and tasting more than a little shit she caught a coin between her teeth and started to the next station.

slave, however, was much more reluctant to find her coin. The smell was horrible and she could not imagine using her mouth in that mound of waste. She knelt beside her tray but was frozen. She was used to being humiliated and being treated as less than human but this was too much. As her face burned with humiliation she examined the tray and saw the edge of a coin sticking out under the shit. She used her tongue to move it away and snagged it with her teeth. She gagged from the taste and the smell and the thought of what they were making her do. Turning on her knees she saw that Amy was already halfway through the gauntlet of slave girls armed with their wicked canes. 

With the crowd cheering, she walked on her knees to the first girl. As she got close, she lowered her upper body until her breasts drug the ground and moved between the first girl's legs. As slave's shoulders cleared the girl's legs, she felt a vicious stripe on her left cheek. She moved even faster only to be rewarded with an equally painful one on her right cheek. (All of the slave girls were told that if they held back in the slightest they would be the next one going through this ordeal.) She heard Amy squeal well ahead of her as the last girl Amy approached slashed her cane between her cheeks, striking her tender asshole. slave tried to move faster ignoring the pain on her already battered ass. She cleared the last girl and struggled to stand up. She saw Amy already lowering herself onto the dildo bench as she ran to her own bench.

Amy had already stood back up and was onto the next station when slave straddled the bench and quickly dropped down on the un-lubricated dildo. With the abuse that her pussy had already suffered this violation was very painful. She ignored the pain and got up to run to the crotch ropes.

As she ran up the steps, she heard Amy moaning ahead of her. She focused on her own problems and straddled the taut rope as she walked down the steps until her feet again touched the dirt floor. She quickly realized why her competitor was moaning. The cotton rope was just at the right height to cut cruelly into her tortured cunt. As she moved, it felt as though she was being cut in two. Then when she hit the first knot, it pounded into her clit and drug through her pussy only to bounce across her asshole as she cleared it. She saw that Amy was struggling as her cunt had taken much more abuse from the cruel copper pipes than slave had. This urged her to move even faster. 

The two girls hit the steps at the same time and ran to the center of the room. Amy bumped slave hard causing her to almost fall. They quickly spit out the now shiny coins that they had held in their mouth the entire time. Both girls ran to the trays to collect another coin. Amy knew that this was where she held an advantage over slave. She drove her face into the shit and piss using her tongue to find a coin. She grabbed it in her teeth and with her nose and mouth coated in shit she turned to face the gauntlet. 

slave, however, was not as lucky this time. She tentatively used her tongue to find a coin but quickly realized that she was going to have little choice if she was to win. She finally found one and grabbed it with her teeth only to emerge with a grimace as the men laughed at her plight. As she moved to the gauntlet, she hesitantly took the coin in her mouth and cleaned it tasting the foul mess that covered it as well as her own mouth and nose.

As she reached the first girl, her heart sank as she saw Amy clearing the last girl in her row. She moved as fast as she could despite aching muscles and the pain from the whippy canes across her ass. She ran to the dildos and plopped her pussy down and hopped up quickly. Amy was already a third of the way across the crotch rope when slave hit the steps. Amy's strategy was obviously to move as fast as she could at the start since she would need more time with the rope that she felt was slowly bisecting her crotch. slave moved as fast as she could but the pain was more severe this time as the rope had already done its damage once. Amy cleared the steps first and ran to deposit her coin. As slave ran to her own box, she glanced at Brad. His face was expressionless but he unmistakably mouthed the word, "Mine." 

With renewed energy, slave ran to the foul trays and without hesitation lowered her face into the shit and pulled out the last coin in seconds. The crowd roared as they realized Amy was unaware how close the race was becoming. Slave crawled to the first girl as Amy was getting to her fourth in the row. She was catching up when one of the girls (a friend of Amy's) lashed out striking her with full force twice between her cheeks. The second slash of the crop caught her clit with the tip of the cane which caused slave to scream out and stumble. The men who had their money on slave groaned while Dr. Bob jumped out of his seat screaming in delight. 

slave got back on her knees and moved quickly to finish the gauntlet only to see Amy already leaving the dildo bench. She ran to the bench and speared her pussy with the dildo feeling it bump painfully against her cervix. As she lowered her swollen cunt onto the rope for the final time, she saw that Amy was almost halfway done. With a deep breath in and her thoughts only on her Master, she unbelievably began to run with the rope cutting into her already tortured pussy. She knew she was probably bleeding but also knew that she would heal. The cheers from the crowd reached a fevered pitch. Amy quickened her pace but was obviously struggling. Both girls were covered in welts and bruises, their faces were coated in shit and their bodies were covered in sweat and grime. Their muscles were aching and their pussies and assholes were throbbing in pain. 

They reached the steps with Amy a step ahead. But, slave, in a surprising move, jumped from the top of the steps landing perfectly. She ran to spit out her shiny coin with it hitting the box a second before Amy's. The crowd erupted in shouts of victory and disgust as slave was declared the winner by Dante.

Dr. Bob ran to Dante in protest. "She cheated! She should be disqualified because she jumped off the steps!" Tank appeared out of nowhere to step in front of the angry dentist. Dante gave him a toothy smile. "Nothing in the rules about that, Doc. Hell, one time a little bitch head butted another one so hard she fell out. Then the little cunt just strolled around the room with her competition unconscious." 

Dr. Bob's lawyer pulled him away before the pudgy dentist got himself hurt. "Oh, hey, Doc," Dante called after the beaten man. "Don't forget. You and your buddy get to fuck the loser before you go." 

The two men sullenly sat back down and drank more scotch. As bets were settled and the room calmed back down, Dante spoke. "Alright, gentlemen. The girls are getting hosed off in back and Amy will be right out for your pleasure. She may be a little sore but I bet that won't slow you bastards down much."

Amy reappeared being lead on a leash by Tank. He quickly strapped her down to a doctor's exam table and strapped her legs into stirrups. Her head was tilted back giving them full access to her mouth, cunt and ass. The men quickly lined up and began fucking the poor girl in all three of her holes. She moaned against a large cock as another cock thrust into her ravaged pussy in one stroke. Dr. Bob and his lawyer both took their turns with the dentist fucking her tight ass while his friend came down her throat.

Dante joined Brad near the holding cells. slave was clean after a long shower and lots of mouthwash and toothpaste. She knelt quietly on the floor. "So, Brad, what are you going to do with this cunt? I could sell her for you. She might get a nice piece of change in some markets."

Brad smiled at his friend. "It is a thought. She screwed up but then she did please me today. I was proud of her. I guess I'll keep her for now. After all, she is mine." Hearing that, slave crawled to her Master and reverently kissed his shoes as tears of joy coursed down her face.




Brad's Revenge Ch. 02



That night at 3AM Dr. Bob was awakened by his doorbell. His new wife stirred next to him. "Whoizzit, honey?" Dr. Bob got out of bed and was putting on his robe as the bell rang again. "I'll see. Just go back to sleep."

The dentist opened the door angry at the late intrusion. Julius and T-Bone stood before him with an envelope. "What the fuck is this? What do you two want?'

Julius handed him the envelope. "Mr. Dante Jackson sends his regards. Better look inside."

Dr. Bob tore open the envelope. Inside were a number of 8x10 photos. The first few were of his new wife and her seventeen year old daughter and his daughter, Ashley, all asleep in their respective bedrooms. They were apparently taken with a night vision camera. The next few were of Dr. Bob and his lawyer taking a duffle bag from Tank Green, a major drug dealer and Dante's right hand man and both men chatting and drinking with Dante's friends, all dealers and felons. The last set showed Dr. Bob and his lawyer raping a nude, beaten and bound young girl in the ass and mouth.

Dr. Bob's face went pale as he sat down. "What is this?"

Julius spoke again. "Real simple, Doc. Your lawyer buddy is getting a set of his own right now, too. If you two fuckers go to the cops or if you try to sue your ex or Dante or anyone else or if you try to find your ex or if Dante or any of his men even see you again, several things will happen. The little pussies in these photos will be either snatched or raped or killed. The other photos will go to the cops and newspapers, your friends, family, coworkers, dental and bar associations, hell, anyone you have ever met. And if need be, you two will disappear after we get to work on you for a few days."

Julius paused. "Do I make myself clear? Do you get me, Doc?"

Dr. Bob and, across town, his lawyer both nodded their heads in agreement realizing they had made a serious mistake that would never be repeated. 



Brad's Revenge



"Sara Harper Conley, Your daughter's fate is under my control. With your busy life of spa treatments and spending your husband's money, you lost close contact with her over the last few months. She has dropped out of school due to a nasty drug habit and is selling her sexy little body to pay for it. Her body is adorned with tattoos and piercings at my request. She has not been forced or coerced into any of this. It was all of her own free will. Sara, this email is to inform you that Ashley is about to be arrested on serious drug charges. If this happens, she will go away for a long time. I have the power to make sure this does not occur. I do not want money. I want you to trade your freedom for your daughter's. View the photos I have attached. Contact your daughter. Verify what I have written. If you make any attempt to try to hide her or send her out of the country, I will make sure both of you see jail time. I will contact you again by email after you have verified this."

Sara stared at the monitor in disbelief. Nausea overwhelmed her as she rushed to the toilet and threw up. She cleaned herself up and quickly dressed. It was time to find out the truth about her precious daughter. 

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Sara Conley walked into her beautiful house and collapsed on the sofa. Tears of exhaustion and frustration streamed down her face as she had discovered that her worse fears were true. And, worst of all, was that Ashley seemed to be almost happy with her new life. She stood up slowly and poured herself a tumbler of vodka over ice. 

She sat down at her computer again and checked her email. Another email from her daughter. 

"Sara Harper Conley, You now know the truth. Your daughter will be arrested tomorrow night as she transports a large quantity of cocaine for her supplier. As cute as she is, I am sure she will be a very popular piece of ass in prison. Whether or not this happens is up to you.

You will leave a note to your husband that you are going out of town for a few days. You will pack a suitcase and go to the Bluebird Inn on Highway 95. Do not go to the front desk. Go directly to room 6. It will be unlocked. Once there, follow the directions you find to the letter. You have until 5PM tomorrow. Ashley's fate is up to you."

Sara held her head in shock. She thought back over what she had discovered the last few days. She loved Ashley as only a mother can. If she had to spend a few nights getting fucked by some crooked vice cop to save her, she would. Sara downed the last of the vodka and walked downstairs for a refill.

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Brad backed the borrowed van up to room six at the Bluebird Inn. He smiled as he remembered the last time he was there. He had been watching Sara on his laptop via the hidden camera he had placed in the room earlier. He had laughed at her struggles to do as she was directed. But finally, she was ready.

He walked into the room and felt himself stiffen at the sight before him. Sara lay on her side on top of the bed. A thick padded blindfold covered her eyes. A black ball gag was jammed between her perfect teeth. Brad smiled at the drool collecting on the shabby bedspread. She had placed metal cuffs on her ankles, cuffed her wrists behind her back with similar cuffs and had a short chain between the two sets of cuffs placing her in a loose hogtie. She was nude with her clothes neatly folded in a chair.

Brad stood still watching her nude body struggle with her chains as she heard him enter. All those school years fantasizing about what she would look like, then even more years wanting to see her helpless like this. Now he knew. His mouth grew dry as he reached out and touched her pedicured toe. She wiggled away from his touch.

Brad slid his hand up her freshly waxed calf and thigh. He smiled as she struggled to move away when he touched her freshly shaved mons. He knew it was freshly shaved because he had just watched via his monitor as she shaved her pussy just as he had directed.

His hand brushed over her taut abdomen and came to rest on her pale breasts. Brad pinched a dark brown nipple until she moaned into her gag. She felt his breath against her ear. "Your ass is mine, bitch. Do exactly as I say without hesitation. Disobey and you will be disciplined." With that he cruelly twisted her erect nipple between his strong fingers until she screamed into the gag. Sara was still moaning when he injected the sedative into her butt cheek. Once she was unconscious, he loaded her up in the van and covered her with a tarp. After removing her purse and clothes and cleaning the room, Brad left Dante's boys the key to her Mercedes on the front seat and drove off in the van.

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Sara woke up slowly. Her head pounded and she felt hung over. She sat up quickly, remembering the motel. She immediately noticed the thick, black leather cuffs locked on her wrists and ankles. Her fingers reached up to tug at the snug leather collar around her neck. Sara's blue eyes widened in horror as she took in her surroundings. She was sitting on a narrow metal cot covered by a thin, dirty mattress. She was in a six by eight foot cell with ceiling, floor and three walls made of concrete. The fourth wall was formed of thick metal bars spaced eight inches apart and a hinged door of the same material. 

Sara rushed to the door and pounded the bars in frustration as she realized it was solidly locked. As she looked around the large room outside of her cell, her nude body shivered in fear. She recognized some of the stuff from a book she had once read. Large pieces of solid wood with chains and hooks everywhere. One wall was covered in whips and canes and leather pieces.

A large wooden "X" leaned against one wall. One corner looked like a doctor's office complete with exam table and stirrups. Looking up she saw heavy chains and coarse rope extending from exposed wooden beams. Sara collapsed back on her cot and sobbed. 

Although Sara had lost all track of time, two days had gone by since she first woke up in her cell. With no food or water, she was weak and shaky as she lay on her cot wondering if she was going to die. She had finally been forced to piss in the red plastic bucket in the corner of her cell. It was either that or the floor she had figured.

Sara sat upright as she heard the black metal door across from her cell creak open. Her knees were pulled up to her chest giving her some degree of decency. A hooded man walked into the dungeon carrying two bowls. Wearing a black t-shirt and shorts, she could tell that his body was muscled and athletic. He sat the two bowls on the floor just outside of her cell. He turned and sat in a leather chair near her cell.

"I bet you are thirsty, Sara. Get down on your belly and there is a space for your head to fit through." She hesitantly looked at the man but the thirst overcame her modesty. She quickly had her head through the tight hole in the bars and realized she would have to lap up the cool water like a dog. As she greedily drank, the man continued.

"Ashley is safe, Sara. Just like I promised. But that will continue only as long as you do as you are told. Of course, that alone may not be incentive enough for you to behave. That is why you are wearing the collar." He pulled a black remote from his pocket and pushed a button. Sara immediately screamed and banged her head against the bars in surprise as the collar painfully shocked her.

"That was set on level two. There are ten levels. The highest level will incapacitate you for a few minutes. In case you're wondering, it is a puppy training collar that I modified for your pretty neck. You disobey, you get shocked, simple as that." The hooded man moved the water bowl and placed a bowl of cold oatmeal under her nose. "Lick it clean, bitch. If you don't, you get nothing to eat tomorrow," he laughed. 

As the starving woman lapped up the tasteless gruel with her tongue, the man resumed. "Tomorrow we begin the punishment part of your time here with me. Each day you will be treated to a different form of punishment. I am an expert on ways to torment the female body. You will know pain. How much pain depends on you. Oh, and in case you are wondering, there will never be an opportunity for escape. These walls are made of thick concrete and are soundproof. No one will hear your screams." 

With that he placed the water bowl beneath her nose and walked to the steel door. "Goodnight, my little bitch. Dream of me tonight," he said as he closed the door behind him.

---

Brad slept late the next morning. Seeing Sara was almost more than he could stand. He had been up late watching her on the various cameras he had set up in his basement. He tugged on the black hood and entered the basement. "Good morning, Sara. Here's breakfast." He dropped another bowl of oatmeal at her hole as she sat on her mattress staring at him.

"Okay, you don't want to eat, no problem. You look like you could miss a few meals." She glared at him as he tossed two locks and a short length of chain through the bars. "The chain goes through the rings on your ankle cuff and then locks. Then put your arms behind your back and lock your wrists together."

After a few tries, Sara managed to do as he asked. Once he was satisfied, he unlocked the cell door and motioned for her to walk out. She hesitated until she received a shock on her collar. As she hobbled to him, she suddenly spat at his hooded face. The hooded man looked at her smug expression and slapped her with his open hand. Sara's face exploded in pain and she almost fell over. He caught her by the hair and backhanded her other cheek just as viciously.

With her face red and swollen and blood trickling from her nose, he marched her to a wooden pillory. He unlocked her wrist cuffs and bent her over, placing her wrists and neck in the three openings. The sadistic man then quickly shut the top piece of the pillory immobilizing her neck and wrists. After locking it tight, he moved a wooden sawhorse under her frame. He then pushed it until the sawhorse touched her thighs. This caused her to have to stand on her tiptoes. He then unlocked her ankle cuffs and chained them to the legs of the horse.

He stepped back to admire his work. With her upper body trapped in the pillory and her hips balanced on the sawhorse, her ass was in perfect position. He ran a rope around her waist fastening her to the saw horse. He reached under her, squeezing and pinching her pendulous breasts. "I was just going to focus on your ass today, bitch. But after you spit in my face, I decided your perfect tits need some attention too."

With that he fastened a latex tipped clothespin to each erect nipple. She screamed and tried to move but all she succeeded in doing was shaking her "C" cups back and forth. 

"Today, we are going to punish your ass. As you know you can't move and your sweet little ass is stuck up in the air. We are through for the day when my arm tires out. First up, the paddle." With that he swatted her left cheek with a leather paddle, causing her pale skin to redden instantly. He alternated cheeks until they both glowed. Sara yelped and screamed as he punished her defenseless ass and thighs with the paddle, then crops and floggers and an old English tawse.

Halfway through the ordeal he knelt under her and removed the nipple clamps. Her screams echoed in the basement with the sudden surge of pain. They were then expertly placed back on her nipples ninety degrees from where they were originally placed causing an increase in her pain. 

He put the tawse up and checked on her. Snot ran from her nose and tears ran down her bruised face. Her voice was ragged from screaming. The sadist smiled at her helplessness and clipped an eight ounce weight on each nipple clamp. As Sara moaned in pain, he picked up the collection of bamboo canes. 

"Now, my little bitch, the cane. I expect you will pass out," he coolly stated as the first slash of the cruel instrument landed in that sensitive area where her cheek meets her thigh. Her screams became high pitched. "Oh, please, nuh-no more, please. I'll do anything you ask!"

"Yes, you will, cunt," he replied as the second stripe landed a few millimeters from the first one. After over fifty slashes with the bamboo canes, Sara passed out from the pain. The sadistic man ran his hand over her tortured flesh. Her ass was very hot and exhibited a wide variety of colors from red to purple to black on her once alabaster skin. Welts rose angrily up on her thighs and ass. Sara's skin was broken and bleeding in several spots where two stripes crisscrossed each other. He quickly removed the clamps from her abused nipples and released her from the pillory. He carried her to her cell and dumped her unconscious body on the cot. But before he left her cell, two fingers were slipped inside a surprisingly tight and very wet pussy. He laughed to himself as he slammed the door shut. 

---

Sara awoke slowly in her small cell. Her body ached in ways she was unfamiliar with. Her ass and thighs felt like one giant bruise. As she rolled off the bed several areas stung where the skin was broken. Her beautiful nipples were swollen and too sensitive to even touch. She walked to her bucket and painfully squatted over it to pee. Sara was very thirsty but knew that getting a drink meant lying on those sore nipples. 

As Sara contemplated the consequences of getting a drink, the door opened. The hooded man walked over to a large piece of equipment and pushed it near a winch on the ceiling. He tossed a single lock to her. "Wrists behind your back, cunt," he snapped. She quickly complied as he opened her cell door. 

"Kneel here, bitch," he said as he pointed to a spot in front of the large wooden object. He expertly bound each breast very tightly with supple leather straps. Sara's breasts looked and felt like they might explode. He quickly fastened the free ends of the leather straps to the overhead winch. As he started the winch, Sara realized his sadistic intent... she was going to be lifted off the ground by her tits!

Sara stood up as the winch went higher. The winch suddenly lifted her off her tiptoes and she felt as if her breasts were being ripped off. The sadist watched her closely, grinning as her breasts turned an ugly purplish color. With her feet about three feet off the floor, he pushed the apparatus between her dangling legs. Sara tried to find a foothold on the slick wood to get her weight off of her breasts but could not.

Sara looked down in horror at her purplish breasts and then at the evil thing between her legs. It was basically a triangular block of wood with the point of the triangle pointed up straight at her crotch. As her tormentor lowered the winch, Sara quickly realized that her entire weight would be resting on her groin which would be resting on the narrow wooden angle. Soon enough she felt each labia slip to one side as her pussy contacted the wood. The hooded man stepped up on a ladder and quickly released her tits. He then loosely chained her wrists to a metal pole behind her, so that she could not support any of her weight with her hands. 

As he loosely chained her dangling ankles, splayed apart by the angle of the wood she was sitting on, he spoke. "This, my little bitch, is what is known as the wooden pony. It is a very old punishment. As I am sure you can already tell, you can only sit for a minute or so in any one spot before the pain gets too intense. Then you must move by trying to push up with your legs which are almost useless on the slick wood. After a while, when there are no more spots that aren't tender, it looks like you are riding a horse. Thus, the name." 

He pulled the leather chair in front of her and opened a coke. "I'm quite sure you used that sweet little pussy to torment many a man. Now it's my turn to torment it in honor of all those undeserving men. You have one hour."

Sara moaned as she shifted her weight slightly. The constant torment on her most sensitive of areas was maddening. And her breasts were aching from their cruel treatment. She stared at her tormentor wondering why he was doing this to her. Her eyes began to tear as she shifted again. Soon there were no more untouched spots to be found. 

"Fifteen minutes," he stated. He stood up and quickly placed a ten pound weight on each of her ankle cuffs. The sudden increase in pressure caused Sara to scream out. It also made it much harder to move her legs.

"Thirty minutes." The man again stood and removed the weights much to Sara's pleasure. He then quickly attached clamps to her sore nipples. He eased her upper body forward by pulling on the fine chain between the clamps until he could fasten it to the front of the horse. Sara groaned in agony as this put pressure on the upper part of her pussy and her very sensitive clit. Her breathing became a series of ragged gasps. A few moments later she began to plead and beg.

"Forty five minutes." This time he replaced the weights causing Sara to scream. He then picked up the thinnest of his canes and started to switch her nude body. He began on her calves and worked her entire backside. Each slash of the thin cane caused her to jump just a bit which set off new shockwaves in her tortured pussy. One vicious blow to her thigh surprisingly caused her to piss herself. With time ticking down, he switched to her stretched breasts as she blubbered incoherent pleas. Finally, he tapped her shaved pussy with the cane, causing her to let loose a high-pitched scream just as she mercifully passed out. Sara barely moaned as he released her from the wicked horse and again dumped her body on the thin mattress.

---

The hooded man was sitting in his chair watching her as Sara slowly started to stir. She had slept for a long time. She was startled to see him already waiting on her. As she slowly sat up, feeling the dull aches in her abused body, she realized that she needed to pee. "Umm, I need to pee."

"Go ahead, slut. You had no problem peeing yourself yesterday on my horse."

Sara blushed and walked over to her bucket. She squatted with some difficulty and let loose a steady stream of yellow pee. He stared at her pussy the entire time. When she was done, he ordered her to push her cot next to the bars. "Now, lie down and stick your legs through the bars." As she did this he pushed a heavy set of wooden stocks with holes about two feet apart up close to the bars. 

Her captor quickly placed her ankles in the stocks, then closed and locked the upper section, securing her size 6 feet. He then tied her big toes with a piece of string so that her pampered feet could not move. "This, my bitch, is the bastinado. A favorite across the globe. I hope your feet aren't too sensitive," he laughed. 

Sara sat up and tried to get her feet loose as she yelled in frustration. She hated having her ticklish feet messed with. After all, she barely tolerated pedicures only because her feet looked so cute in sandals. She screamed as he ran his fingernail down the sole of her foot. He tickled her lightly causing her to laugh and scream and thrash on her cot.

Then he used a small latex flogger on her feet stinging the soles of her feet with each lash. She screamed and begged to be released. The sadistic man then used a small leather crop to punish her feet. And, finally he picked up his canes. At first it was just a maddening light tap. But then he started hitting her soles with more and more force until thin red welts crisscrossed her tender feet. Again, the tears flowed as she bucked on the bed screaming hysterically in pain. And then she said it. "Puh-please, no more, Sir! Please!"

With those first words of respect, he put the cane down. He untied her toes and gently rubbed a soothing lotion onto her swollen feet. He then released her from the stocks, set down her ration of water and cold oatmeal and left the basement.




Brad's Revenge



---

Sara was left alone for almost forty eight hours. With all that time alone, she began to think about the punishments of the last few days. She was shocked to find her pussy sopping wet. She shocked herself again as she quickly came by fingering her still sore clit. Sara had at one time had some fantasies of being dominated but this was different. This was real and unlike anything she had ever experienced in her pampered existence. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Or even worse, if something had happened to him and she was left there to die. She was thus very relieved when the door opened and he walked into the basement.

"When I was caning your feet, you called me 'Sir.' I had been waiting for a sign of respect from you. I expect you to refer to me as 'Sir' with everything you say. Do you understand?"

Sara stared at the floor and mumbled, "Yes, Sir."

"By the way, I have decided that your new name will be 'slave'. Forget the name Sara. She no longer exists. Do you understand, slave?"

"Yes, Sir," she softly replied.

"Very good, slave. To celebrate this new development, I have a treat for you." With that, he placed a tray of eggs, toast, a banana and some orange juice by her cell. She looked at him for approval and as he nodded, she greedily gulped down the first real food she had had in a week. As she licked the last of the egg from the paper plate, she looked up at him with those crystal blue eyes. "Thank you, Sir," she softly said.

Sir smiled at this new turn of events and cautiously opened the cell door without the use of locks on her cuffs. With his finger on the remote for her collar, he pointed to an area she couldn't see from her cell. It was a small bathroom complete with toilet and shower. He ordered her into the shower. He then attached a cable to her wrist cuffs and with a push of a button winched her arms up over her head until she was on tippy-toes. 

The blast of cold water from the shower head caused slave to gasp. He wet her down as chill bumps bloomed over her pale skin. He then quickly washed her dark hair with shampoo and rinsed it out. Her body was scrubbed with a soapy sponge with extra time spent on her punished areas. She blushed deeply as he scrubbed her tender pussy, even pushing the soapy sponge inside her.

Once she was scrubbed clean, he rinsed her off and lowered the winch. Sir tossed her a towel and watched with amusement as she dried her chilled body. He then pointed to the doctor's exam table. She hesitantly walked over to it as he studied the bruises on her ass. "Lie down." She quickly obeyed and placed her legs in the stirrups. slave realized that this was no ordinary exam table as he secured her with thick leather straps across her body. Her wrists were secured above her head and her head was strapped in place. A thick leather gag was placed between her teeth and a blindfold was fastened behind her head. Her thighs, calves and ankles were tightly strapped into the sturdy stirrups. 

Brad removed his hood and spread the stirrups as far as they would go leaving her thighs in an exaggerated "V". He lowered the head of the table which displayed her moist pussy to the sadistic man. He rolled a stool up to the table and sat down, which placed his head between her splayed legs. Brad breathed in her clean, musky scent combined with the lavender soap. He blew a stream of warm air on her clit causing her to shiver. He then licked and nibbled on her sore clit causing it to swell and become erect. Brad licked and sucked on her bruised labia often dipping his tongue deep into her wet pussy. Finally, he returned to her clit and, after a few nibbles, she exploded in an intense orgasm.

As slave was coming down from the mind-blowing orgasm, Brad wiped her pussy down with a cool antiseptic solution. He then thrust the piercing needle through the hood of her still throbbing clit. slave screamed into the gag from shock as much as from pain. He then skillfully placed the same golden ring he had ripped from her daughter into the hood of her clit. A few minutes and several bloodcurdling screams later, Brad had pierced her labia with four more golden rings, two on each side.

Brad stood up and walked to her side. She struggled to move as he gently pinched her nipple. He bent and kissed and sucked on each one until the brown nipples stood out from her pale skin like pencil erasers. He expertly pierced each nipple amidst slave's screams and placed a slightly larger gold hoop through each one.

After replacing his hood, he removed her gag and blindfold and was pleased to hear her whimpers. He quickly removed his clothes and stood between her legs. His cock stood erect as he watched the blue eyes stare at his muscular frame with a mix of fear and lust. This was the moment he had dreamed of for years. He playfully nudged her freshly pierced clit with the engorged head of his cock eliciting a deep moan. He placed his cock at the wet opening of her pussy and thrust himself all the way in with one brutal stroke. slave screamed again but not from pain as the forceful thrust had caused an explosive orgasm.

The hooded man pounded her tender pussy slamming himself against her fresh piercings. slave moaned and urged him to fuck her harder. He was amazed to see tears of intense pleasure flow from her bright, blue eyes as she came in a non-stop series of orgasms. Finally, he could hold back no more and with one last harsh thrust, he bathed her pussy with jets of white cum. As slave felt him explode inside her, she too came in a mind-shattering orgasm that caused her slip into unconsciousness.

---

slave slept until the following afternoon. Some of the stress of Ashley's troubles and her own captivity had been washed away by the intense orgasms unlike any she had ever known. She was lapping up some water when Sir walked into the basement. 

He unlocked the door and pointed to the shower area. She stood up and started to walk out of her cell when a shock from her collar dropped her to her knees. "Crawl, bitch. No more walking." slave crawled as fast as she could on the concrete floor only to be urged along by a kick from his boot. He clipped her wrist cuffs and collar to a ring embedded in the floor near the toilet. This position put her bruised ass high in the air. slave heard water running and then felt Sir behind her kicking her knees apart. "Time to get cleaned out, cunt." He forced a lubricated finger into her virginal asshole. "Very tight, bitch. We'll have to see what we can do about that," he laughed. 

slave struggled against his invading finger. No one had ever touched her back there. His finger slid out only to be replaced by something hard and thin. She struggled to get away as he slowly opened up the enema. He slapped her ass hard with his open hand. "Be still, slave. You're getting a soapsuds enema. Spill a drop and you will lick it up." With that he opened the three quart bag up fully. She soon started to feel incredibly full as the first wave of cramps hit her. 

"Please, Sir. Please let me go," she moaned. She moaned in pain as the spasms hit her in rapid succession. Soon enough all three quarts were in. She was panting and squeezing her cheeks tightly together to keep the liquid inside her. Sir reached down and unclipped her cuffs and collar. He helped her waddle to the toilet, smiling at her discomfort and humiliation. She sat down and immediately felt the gush of foul-smelling liquid flow from her ass. 

After a few minutes of emptying herself of the sudsy enema, the process was again repeated, this time with cold water. To add to her humiliation, he made her beg before releasing the enema. Once she was emptied and clean, he made her crawl to a wooden sawhorse. 

He helped her lie face down on the length of it. Sir efficiently strapped her legs down to the horse's legs so that her pussy rested just at the edge of the horse. He strapped her abdomen and chest to the crossbar of the horse and slave noted with dismay that her breasts hung on either side of the bar. Her arms were strapped down to the other legs of the horse.

Sir ran a piece of twine through each of her pussy rings and tied them tightly to the end of the horse. Any movement of her ass or legs caused a searing pain to shoot through her pussy. She cringed as she again felt a finger invade her tight asshole. Soon, another joined it, then a third. She moaned and pleaded at the humiliating act. The fingers were withdrawn suddenly leaving her brown sphincter open and vulnerable.

In seconds, he was nude and his erect cock slowly entered her virginal asshole. slave screamed and cried at the humiliating rape. Suddenly, his engorged head popped past her sphincter. With just a few strokes, his cock was buried in her rectum. He developed a rhythm of pulling almost all the way out, then plunging cruelly back into her. She tried so hard to be still and accept the brutal rape as any movement caused her freshly pierced pussy to be agonizingly pulled. His rhythm increased as he neared release. He slapped her bruised ass with his hand as he spurted cum deep into her rectum. slave's humiliation was complete as she, too, exploded in a tremendous orgasm. 

Sir stepped back and grinned as his cum leaked out of her well-fucked asshole. He slid a medium butt plug into her ass and quickly inflated it until slave thought she would bust. He then turned the vibrator mechanism on high. She screamed in both pain and urgent need at the unwelcome intrusion. He clamped her nipples with weighted clamps. Then, for the next thirty minutes, he flogged her tender ass, thighs and back as the vibrating plug churned her insides.

---

The next few months went by quickly for the couple. slave would wake up early, eagerly anticipating the day's activities. Sir never let her down. She learned the function and history of each piece of equipment first hand as she was being tormented on it. She learned the St. Andrew's cross, the pillory, the stocks, the various suspension devices, the violet wand and the rack. She was suspended and bound in excruciatingly painful ways. She was spanked, whipped, flogged and caned. She wore new bruises as a badge of honor almost everyday. slave became a willing slut, being fucked in her mouth, pussy and/or ass daily. She learned to crave the humiliation of her position by crawling, kissing his feet and being pissed on by him. 

When slave wasn't being used, the solitude gave her lots of time to think. She knew that even though it made no sense, she had never been happier. She strove each day to please only her Master. There was no focus on her own selfish desires. No more hectic schedules trying to please needy people. No more greed and insatiable need to outdo her friends. Designer wear wasn't exactly a big deal in here, she had thought. She realized that Dr. Bob had bought her as a trophy wife but compared to Sir, he was a pathetic loser. And her daughter, Ashley, well, she was capable of making her own decisions even if they were bad ones. 

Besides, with the strict diet slave had been on, she had finally lost the ten pounds she had wanted to lose for years. She felt she had never looked better. And the sex was incredible. Kinky, yes. Painful, yes. She never imagined that she could cum that many times or have an orgasm so powerful that she passed out from the sheer intensity of it. She realized that she loved being a slave.

---

The hooded man walked into the basement and found slave doing stretches on the floor of her cell. He opened her cell door and pointed to the St. Andrew's cross. She quickly crawled to it and stood facing him. He did not speak but efficiently strapped her onto the wooden form splaying her nude body in an exaggerated "X". He gagged her, softly stroked her cheek and then abruptly turned and sat down in the leather chair in front of her.

"slave, today is a hard day for me," he softly said. "It is time for you to learn the truth." He reached up and pulled the hood off and tossed it to the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair and continued. "I saw your daughter and knew I could use her to get to you. Do you know who I am?"

slave stared at the ruggedly handsome man with the goatee that had countless times caressed her body. He did look vaguely familiar, but she shook her head no.

"My name is Brad Carter."

Her blue eyes darkened a bit as she instantly realized exactly who her tormentor was and why she was here. 

"You have been here for three months and ten days. That is the exact length of time I spent in prison because of your cruel prank. I have spent many years fantasizing about revenge. This has lived up to every dark and deviant thought I ever had about you." He stared at her sexy body. "But something happened in this room. It stopped being about revenge. I found that I wanted to train you, to push your limits, to make you soar. And you did."

"You surpassed all my expectations. You have become a wonderful slave, an incredible pain slut and a fuck toy that defies description. But I can't allow it to continue. It ends today. I'm going to drug you and take you back to the motel where I found you. By the way, your husband filed for and was granted a divorce in your absence. Something about an affair you were having with some lawyer. With the prenup he had, I'm afraid you get essentially nothing. I did learn that his dental assistant who he had been screwing for the last two years, moved in with him last month. Oh, and Ashley is in rehab upstate and apparently blames you for her downfall."

slave stared at the man she had given her body to over the last few months. She had nothing to go back to. Her life was in this room. Her blue eyes pleaded with him as she screamed into the gag. "Just in case you want to have me arrested for rape and kidnapping, you should know that everything we did was filmed. One word and it all goes out to the internet. Besides, I never forced you to do a thing, now did I?"

As Brad stuck the needle into her ass cheek and injected the sedative, she realized that he was right. She had gone to that motel and wrapped herself up like a birthday gift. And she had crawled or walked on her own to all the things he had tortured her on. And she had never fought him, not once.

---

A few weeks had gone by since Brad had gotten rid of Sara. He had thought that finally getting revenge on the woman who had caused him so much pain would chase away the demons. In a way, it had. But suddenly, his life was empty with that hate and need for vengeance no longer filling his days. He often found himself thinking of her and of what he had done to her. Even Dante had told him that he wasn't himself. Of course, as long as they were making money Dante wouldn't worry too much about Brad's moods.

As he sat in his office working on an offshore account, the sensor went off letting him know that a car was coming up his drive. Brad lived well off the beaten path. His nearest neighbors were almost a mile away. So if someone was in his driveway, it was no accident. He pulled his 9mm pistol out of the top drawer of desk and went to the front door. With his line of work, he couldn't be too careful. 

Through the window he saw a yellow cab pulling away. His hand rested on the grip of the pistol that he had stuck in his belt as he cautiously opened the door. Sara stood in front of him with tears in her eyes. She wore a stylish black trench coat and five inch black stiletto heels. There were two suitcases resting on the ground by her feet.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he angrily asked. He was wary of the possibility that she was there to harm him for all the pain he had inflicted upon her. 

"May I please come in and explain, Sir?" she asked softly. 

He moved to the side never taking his eyes off of her. She walked into his spacious living room leaving the suitcases just inside the front door. As she walked to the center of the room, she slipped off her shoes and removed her coat, tossing it on a chair. She was nude except for seven golden rings. 

Brad sat down on his leather couch taking in her nude body. She looked incredible. He felt his cock stir as she knelt in the center of the room. 

"May I speak, Sir?"

He nodded his head slowly.

"After I woke up from the sedative you gave me, I stayed in that grungy motel room until morning crying my eyes out. I dressed and called my husband. Well, ex-husband. He sounded shocked to hear my voice and very coldly told me to go see his new lawyer. I drove to the address he gave me. I guess he fired Don after he found out about our stupid affair. Anyway, the man had me sign some papers, gave me a check for my settlement, I guess, and gave me a key. Dr. Bob had put all my clothes and jewelry and personal items in storage once Heather, his dental assistant moved in with him. I tried to get in touch with Ashley but the people at her rehab center told me that Ashley had refused to speak to me."

Her blue eyes teared up again. "So, I cashed my check and closed out my personal accounts at the bank. I called my sister in Los Angeles, a few close friends and anyone else I could think of and told them that I was moving out of the country. I've spent the rest of the time trying to find you."

"How the fuck did you find me?" Brad had gone to great lengths to separate his private life from his business dealings with Dante. Few people even had his phone number.

"Two days ago I got a lead and met with Mr. Dante Jackson. After I told him my story and why I wanted to find you, he gave me the address." She blushed deeply. "I did have to strip for him to get the address. He didn't touch me but he did tell me that if I ever needed a job to come and see him."

She looked up at Brad hesitantly. "I spent all day yesterday at the spa. Hair, facial, waxing, manicure and pedicure and massage. I got a lot of comments and giggles over the piercings but I didn't mind. I ate at my favorite restaurant last night and slept in a luxurious suite at a hotel in town. I psyched myself up for this meeting all day today. And here I am."

Brad was irritated with Dante but couldn't figure out what she wanted from him. "So, you still haven't told me, why are you here?"

"That last day in the room you had me gagged so I couldn't say what I needed to tell you. The first few days in that cell I was scared and thought I was going to die. I hated you for what you were doing to me. But as time went on, I realized how lucky I was. All the superficial stuff of my hectic life was gone. I existed only to please you. It took me a long time to figure it out, but by being locked in your cell, I was finally free."

"Sir, you brought out the best in me. You got rid of my pride and arrogance. You helped me discover the core of my sexuality that I never realized was even there. You shattered the old Sara and then created the new slave. I had never been happier."

She shifted slightly causing her breasts to bounce slightly. "I didn't want to leave that day. I don't hate you for what you did to me. I'm very thankful. In those two suitcases are some clothes and personal things. Also inside, is the key to my storage building and a little over three hundred thousand dollars in cash. I'm giving it all to you."

Brad stared in disbelief at the woman on his living room floor. Tears again welled up in her blue eyes. "I want to stay with you. I have cut all ties to everything in my old world. I love you, Sir. I am yours." As she said this last bit, she knelt down and reverently kissed the top of his foot.

Brad was in awe as he looked down at the pale beauty. Once his desire for vengeance was sated, he had spent his time with her molding her to be his. But after the years of hurt, he had never allowed anyone to get close. When he realized that his feelings for her were stronger than ever he knew he had to release her. Even so, he had thought of little else but her since he had dropped her at that motel.