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Subject: {ASSM} RP The German Countess (Part 2) by John Argus
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Devon gasped for breath as Franz finally pulled his long, fat cock up
out of her throat and let the head rest on her tongue. She sucked in
great breaths of air, seeking to fill her lungs before the meaty prick
pushed forward again. Then he moved, gripping her head tightly as he
pushed his cockhead slowly forward into the back of her mouth.
	It popped through and down into her throat, making the elastic flesh
bulge outward painfully as if she'd swallowed something too big, which
in fact she had. It slid down her food pipe until the head actually
passed out of her throat and into her upper chest, cramping and aching
there.
	She was on her knees, naked of course, as Franz stood above her. Her
wrists were bound tight behind her and a leather band circled her
chest just below her breasts, drawing her arms in tight against her
sides.
	Two thick elasticized  bands circled her breasts, cutting into the
soft flesh, making them bulge outward like mushrooms, the skin taut
and tight, the nipples pointing out sharply.
	A leather belt circled her waist, hanging low. From it descended a
leather strap, which came down between her legs, cinching up tight
between her pussy lips and fastening to the belt behind her. The belt
was pinching and squeezing her pussy lips harshly, spreading them
apart and crushing her tender flesh between them.
	Her guts cramped around two ten inch long, thick rubber dildos
stuffed into her pussy and rectum. The dildos were in two parts, the
upper part of the dildo, and the lower part. A number of tiny, but
very powerful batteries were in the base of each dildo and their
energy caused the two parts to rotate in opposite directions.
	In addition the very tip of the dildos was metal, and the power
sparked through it into her body every few seconds, each time setting
off a tiny explosion of pain inside her tormented abdomen.
	Franz pushed his cock down into her until his testicles rested
against her jaw. He eased his grip on her head, smiling cruelly, as if
daring her to back away.  Behind her stood Freda, her riding crop
ready if the girl tried to avoid the throat fucking or didn't work
hard enough.
	Devon's back and buttocks already bore evidence of Freda's
impatience. Time was money, and her clients liked their playthings
obedient and submissive. She cracked the malleable leather down across
Devon's well striped bottom again, making the girl moan around the
cock stuffing her throat and jerk forward, knocking her glasses askew
on Franz's belly.
	Freda had decided to keep the glasses for her. They added to her
intellectual look and would make her quite popular. She herself found
the girl adorable, and had used her tongue a dozen times in the past
several days.
	During that time Devon had not slept more than two hours at a time.
Her brain was foggy and confused, her actions slow and jerky, and her
thinking processes derailed without the aid of the drug. She still was
given small amounts, but not much. It wasn't needed.
	She was making progress, and if it wasn't as fast as her little
friend, well, that was to be expected. Freda lashed her soft, pretty
round bottom again twice, the crop leaving new glowing welts on the
previously unmarked flesh. Devon began sliding her mouth and throat on
Franz's cock and Freda smiled in satisfaction.
	Many men liked to face fuck, and some preferred it if the female did
all the work. Devon's mouth, in fact her head, moved back and forth,
up and down, sliding her throat up and down around Franz's cock. Her
tongue writhed and wriggled around against the portion of the cock in
her mouth, and whipped at the end of the prick whenever it popped free
of her throat.
	Franz's eyes closed and he groaned low, his body began to shake and
he seized control of the girl's head, slamming his cock into her to
the hilt. He pumped rapidly inside her throat until finally slowing
down and sighing with pleasure.
	His softening cock pulled out of her mouth and hung semi-flaccid
between his legs as he looked apologetically at Freda. She frowned in
irritation and moved back, tossing the crop on a table. She picked up
a strap-on dildo and pulled it into place, fastening it firmly at her
crotch, then she sat down on a small chair and beckoned the girl over.
	Devon had finally learned that once on her knees she could not rise
without specific permission. She half fell, half rolled down onto her
belly on the floor and then wriggled like a snake across the cold
stone to reach the foot of Freda's chair.
	She kissed Freda's ankle, then began licking it.
	Freda unsnapped the rubber band hanging from the belt and pulled it
free from between her raw, chafed pussy lips. Devon whimpered in pain,
but knelt unmoving as Freda's fingers fished around just inside her
pussy and seized the end of the dildo, sliding it out of her and
placing it on a table beside her chair.
	Devon couldn't help a groan of relief as her sex was finally freed of
the dildo, for it had been up inside her for hours now.
	Freda fisted her own rubber cock up and smiled. 
	"Come and show me how you fuck me, dog. Stand up and straddle me."
	Devon groaned, rose slowly and unsteadily, blinked her eyes, swayed
slightly, then ,moved forward, pulling her legs apart to straddle
Freda's chair.
	She squatted and tried to feel the tip of the plastic toy with her
bare pussy lips. She bumped down a couple of times before it centered
on her opening, then she slowly slid down, engulfing it with her
sweating aching pussy-tube, letting it slide up inside her belly until
her buttocks rested on Freda's thighs.
	She rubbed her sore, unnaturally swollen breasts against Freda's
chest and face as the woman nipped and chewed at her flesh. She
achingly pushed herself upward, feeling the dry plastic pull at her
soft pink flesh as she tore herself free.
	She rose until the cock was just inside her, then slid downward
again, repeating this as Freda fondled her behind, sucked and bit on
her breasts and nipples and rubbed her hands over her buttocks. Her
eyes were dull slits behind her glasses, and mouth hung slackly.
	The dildo up her anus started to slide out finally. Franz watched
with a smirk and when it was half out, he gripped it and started to
rapidly pump it in and out of Devon's sore, ruptured rectum. Devon
whimpered but continued to slowly pull herself up and down on Freda's
hard rubber cock.
	"Good dog," Freda said.
	She bent her back as Franz stuffed the dildo high in her anus once
again, and moved to another table. Devon almost lay on her back, her
feet hooked against the legs of the chair, and her sex still locked on
Freda's dildo.
	Her body bowed back as her head hung down over Freda's knees. The
soft flesh encasing her breasts became even tauter against them. Freda
rubbed her hand over them, then took the needle from Franz. She
pinched one of the girl's nipples, pulling it up hard, then jabbed the
needle through it.
	Devon gasped and wept with pain as the needle pierced her nipple and
came out the other side. Franz knelt beside the chair, his fist in her
hair, holding her head down. Freda rubbed the needle back and forth,
as if fucking her nipple. Then she pulled it out and took a gold ring
from Franz, sliding it into the new hole.
	She pinched Devon's other nipple then, and stabbed the needle through
it. A second ring was placed on her body as Freda smiled and rubbed
her hands over them.
	"Now we look pretty. Don't we?" she smiled, pulling Devon upright and
hugging her against herself. She caressed Devon's hair as the girl
wept over her shoulder.
	"Now now. You must remember that you are here to serve." she stressed
the last word, as the recording had been doing for days now. "You must
be obedient."
	
	Amber's eyes were half open slits as she hung from the chains like a
sack of meat. Gunther sniffed in anger and pulled his arm down. The
girl's back was already a bleeding mess.
	Still, he was dissatisfied. A professional, he knew that the cuts
were all very thin and shallow, and would stop bleeding within minutes
once he stopped. Within a few days there'd be no sign that the girl
was every whipped at all. He didn't like that. That was why he
preferred the big bull whip.
	It left deep, ugly scars that only surgery could correct, and nobody
would waste that kind of money on these sluts. It was too bad that
scarred whores were worth less, he thought. If he wanted to use one up
with the bull whip he had to purchase her, and he had to conserve his
funds for the Jew-bitches.
	Still, he was pleased as well as angry. This slut was well trained.
It screamed nicely when he beat it, and then orgasmed, leaving him
with the feeling of true power and strength. He moved around in front
of the American, contemplating her still unmarked front, and those
big, soft breasts.
	The girl didn't even look at him. Her eyes were unfocused and glazed
as she stared at nothing. Her flesh glistened wetly in the reflected
overhead light. He put down the cat for a moment, wanting something
harder than its thin leather tendrils for those shining mammaries.
	He pulled a special little ping-pong paddle from the wall. The paddle
had been thickened. The rubber coatings had been removed and the wood
polished and lacquered until it shone. He smacked it against his thigh
as he approached her, then raised it and brought it down flat against
her right breast.
	The flat wood cracked against the soft meat with a loud smacking
sound, crushing the sensitive orb and leaving it bouncing and jiggling
as he brought the paddle back. The girl howled and danced in her
chains, her legs twisting and flopping in vain as her breast reddened.
	He hit it again, and again, and again, and again, watching the flesh
bounce and jiggle and change colors, almost giggling with delight. The
girl screamed relentlessly, her body thrashing and jerking insanely as
he beat her breast.
	He stopped and then refocused his aim on her left breast. He waited
briefly, enjoying the sight of the two twin mammaries, one white, the
other red. Then he began again, working this one into a blinding
oozing mass of tortured nerves and aching, throbbing pain.
	During the midst of the beating, the girl came again, her whinings
becoming truly agonized as her eyes rolled back in her head. She bent
her head way back, either deliberately, or unconsciously pushing her
breasts out at him as he slapped the paddle down against them both.
	He dropped the paddle, lifting the girl's legs and stuffing his cock
inside her. She grunted and groaned and drooled on his chest as his
steel fingers dug into her buttocks and his cock slammed repeatedly up
her belly. He bit down hard on her throat, only just barely
restraining himself from biting hard enough to cause real damage.
	His cock was being sucked and squeezed voraciously by her spasming
twitching pussy slit. He thrust into her repeatedly, his cock sawing
upwards to put pressure on her clit and sending her into yet another
orgasm. He held himself high in her belly as his sperm gushed up into
her.
	When she had drained him, he finally relaxed, pulling his cock out of
her and letting her legs fall again. He was tired now. He glanced at
his watch. Almost lunch time. He rolled a little cart over next to the
girl, then pulled wires from it, fastening one to each of the rings
piercing her body.
	He clipped her ankle bracelets to chains coming out of the floor,
holding them spread wide so the girl hung in an X shape. Finally he
turned on the machine and went into the bathroom to shower. Even over
the water he could hear her sudden screams and shrieks as the high
voltage electricity shot into her body.
	It was not a continuous stream, alternating a low, gentle buzz with
short, sharp, sudden stabbing jolts of much higher power. Gunther
finished the shower, dried himself and did his hair, then dressed and
went back into the room. The machine was on one of it's low voltage
swings.
	He paused and turned the dial all the way over, sending powerful
agonizing voltage shooting into her. She shrieked maniacally, dancing
and shaking and trembling and jerking continuously as she was held in
the grip of the terrible electric current.
	He watched for a while, then eased it back, letting the machine take
over. The girl slumped almost unconscious, but he knew she'd wake fast
when the next hard jolt hit her. He left the room and went to lunch,
anticipating the scallops, and wondering what wine to order

	Jack studied the castle through the binoculars. It wasn't much of a
castle, really. It was built more for looks than with the idea of
holding off an army. Nevertheless, it was still able to produce a
challenge for a single man. He watched the guards patrolling the walls
and the front gate, which opened every hour or so for a car to come in
or out.
	There seemed to be several men by the gate when it opened and they
all had sub-machine guns slung at their shoulders. They all looked
depressingly alert as well. Still, he didn't have much problem finding
several weak points in the structure.
	It was built long before anyone had had the concept of a rocket
propelled scaling rope or ladder for one thing. Although the walls
were carefully patrolled, the towers to the south, being at least a
hundred feet of solid stone with no windows, apparently were
considered impregnable.
	He knew he could hit the ledge, or balcony way up near the top. The
problem would be the noise the thing made going off. Perhaps a
distraction. The car, the one with the terrible engine, the engine
that backfired explosively... whenever the proper button was pushed,
would be appropriate.
	Still, he needed to know more about the layout of this place. He'd
already placed the order for the blueprints. They would give the basic
layout. Whatever she'd done in there, he was willing to bet she hadn't
been able to change things much. This place was all stone, and would
have taken much longer to alter in any significant manner than those
workers had spent here.
	If the towers only let out onto the courtyard then they'd be next to
useless. If on the other hand they connected with the main building,
which he was willing to bet they did, then he should be able to get in
there without anyone knowing it. If Devon was anywhere she was in
there.
	Another limo pulled up and he focused the telephoto lens on it,
taking pictures of the driver, the man in the back, and the licence
plate. He'd gotten a dozen of them so far.
	That would be his fall back plan. Let the "company" check them out
and find out who they were. There was a good chance one of them could
be blackmailed into providing an intro for him. Then he'd be able to
drive right through the front gate.
	He watched for several more hours. Once it got dark, floodlights
seared the walls and lit up the inside courtyard. This was gonna be a
prick, he thought. He packed up his gear and quietly moved back to the
car. Just in time, he sensed the movement and swung up his arm to
block the man's knife.
	He chopped out viciously, driving his hand into the man's solar
plexus, then followed with a knee to the crotch that doubled his
opponent over. He flicked a tight wire from his belt and wrapped it
around the man's throat, getting behind him and pulling hard.
	The man collapsed to his knees, his hands struggling in vain against
the wire. Slowly his movements eased and then his hands dropped away.
Jack hung on, tightening the belt until he was sure the man was dead.
Finally he released him, letting him roll onto his back.
	He looked down unhappily. A missing guard tended to cause trouble.
Not as much as a dead one though, he told himself. He picked up the
knife and slipped it into his belt, then lifted the lifeless guard,
tossed him over his shoulder and slowly made his way back to the car.
	He dumped the man in the trunk, then went back and checked for signs
of a struggle, brushing at the dirt and grass until most of the signs
were gone. He drove back to town down a long, winding, deserted road
that went by a river. The guard took a swim, loaded down with weights.

	"On your back, slut, fondle yourself." 
	Devon instantly fell back onto the rug, spread her legs wide and
began to play with her breasts and pussy. Her hands moved
enthusiastically as she moaned and whined in heat. Her fingers pumped
in and out of her hole as she twisted and pinched her nipples.
	"All right, stand up."
	Devon stopped and stood obediently, standing with her hands clasped
behind her and her back straight.
	"Turn. Bend over and spread your legs."
	Again Devon obeyed, spreading her legs wide and clasping her ankles.
Freda brought the crop smacking down on her buttocks, once, twice,
three times. The girl winced and moaned but held her place.
	"On your hands and knees."
	Devon dropped to all fours like a dog, her legs spread and her bottom
raised.
	"What are you?"
	"Your slave, Mistress." Her voice was calm and natural now, as if she
were just asked the time.
	"And what is your task?"
	"To obey and to serve, Mistress."
	"My feet are dirty. Clean them."
	Devon crawled forward and began to lick over Freda's bare feet. Her
tongue worked around her right ankle, then down between the toes.
Freda lifted her foot slightly so the girl could lick the underside.
She smiled at the eagerness she displayed.
	"Stop." Devon stopped at once, a well trained dog.
	Franz came in, holding a naked young girl by the arm. She was a
newcomer, her body slight and thin, younger even than Devon and mind
befuddled with lack of sleep and drugs. Franz tossed her to the floor
beside Devon.
	"Take this," Freda said, tossing her a thick dildo. Devon took it and
held it tightly.
	"Use it on her, and don't be gentle."
	Devon crawled over to the girl and pulled her legs apart, then
punched the dildo against her sex, pushing hard to force it down the
narrow tunnel as the girl whined and twisted weakly.
	"Fuck her hard." 
	Devon jammed the dildo fully into the girl's belly, then began
jerking it in and out with all her force, heedless of the girl's
agonized whines and cries.
	"Enough."
	She stopped and then Franz walked to them. He lifted the girl to her
knees and twisted her arm up behind her back. His hand pulled her
hair, jerking her head back, thrusting her breasts and chest out.
Freda handed a long shiny knife to Devon, placing it in her fist.
	She looked at it in confusion.
	"Stab her." 
	Devon looked at the girl, then at Freda.
	"Stab her in the chest, right between the titties."
	"Now!" Franz yelled.
	Devon turned, ignoring the girl's pleading, terror filled eyes,
raised the knife and brought it down against the girl's chest. It hit
with a dull thump. She pulled it back, but to her surprise, there was
no blood, or blade for that matter.
	She looked at the other end of the handle and saw the blade had
disappeared inside. It slowly eased out again and she felt it. It was
made of rubber. She looked up at Freda in confusion as the woman
smiled.
	"Just a test, dear. Just a test." She reached out and patted Devon's
blond hair and the girl smiled timidly. The other girl had fainted.
Franz took her away.
	"Well, I think you're ready to start making me some money. Would you
like that, dear?"
	"Yes Mistress."
	"There are many men who will enjoy fucking your pretty little pussy
and rutting into that tight little asshole."
	"Yes Mistress."
	"You will treat them well. Won't you?"
	"Yes Mistress."
	
	Gunther was annoyed. No sooner had he turned off the machine and
disconnected the wires than the stupid slut had collapsed senseless.
He glared at her in anger. He slapped her face... hard. It rocked her
head but did not produce any groan or movement.
	He slapped her again, and again. Still, she stayed unconscious. He
muttered to himself and went over to a cabinet, pulling out a needle
and little tube. He took the hypodermic and stabbed it into her arm,
pushing down the plunger to send the adrenalin into her body.
	Then he held the smelling salts under her nose. Her head twisted,
jerked away, but he followed it until she gasped and grunted back to
life. He put it away and went back to the table to fetch his cat. He
wasn't finished with this little plaything by a long shot.
	He was, in fact, considering buying her. She was such a soft morsel,
and his cock stiffened at the terrible things he would be able to do
to her if she were his. He made a mental note to enquire about her
price, then brought the cat down on her right breast.
	She sobbed and danced, her legs kicking and jerking up and down. Yes.
That was much better. He thrashed her breasts repeatedly, first one,
then the other, then alternating until his arm got tired and her
breasts, like her back, ran red with blood.
	He put the cat down and bent to seize her right ankle, freeing it
from the chain. He freed her left as well, then lifted them both up,
pushing her feet up into the air and locking them to two more chains
descending from the ceiling. He pulled on the pulley, the chains
jerking her ankles up beside her head, spread apart so her sex and
anal opening were spread open before him.
	He lifted a soft leather riding crop and his eyes gleamed as he saw
the winking sex and wrinkled anus. He raised it and brought it
cracking down to the center of the brunette's shaved mound. Her
piercing screams made him wince. He hit her again, aiming for her
slit, wanting to hit the clitoris.
	The girl jerked maniacally in her chains, twisting and thrashing as
she howled and whined and sobbed like an animal. His next blow landed
across her anus and sent more pain flaring into her body. He halted
temporarily, stabbing the tip of the crop into her pussy and working
it in and out.
	He slid it out and jammed it into her anus, fucking that for several
seconds, then he pulled it free and moved forward, pushing his cock
against her pussy slit and drilling it down into her. He fucked her
hard, his cock punching in and out of her agonized pussy hole as he
gripped her tortured, sweating, bloodstained tits and squeezed them
brutally, twisting them round and round as he pounded down into her.
	The girl's body exploded into a gut wrenching orgasm, her pussy
almost tearing his cock off as he pistoned it in and out of her. He
continued to squeeze her breasts, hanging on for dear life as she went
mad against him. He wondered at the strength of the chains to hold
her, then gushed forth his silvery seed and withdrew.
	Again he paused to catch his breath, then picked up the crop. Now he
was really going to give it to her.

	Jack gazed at the computer display in irritation. The little portable
was horrendously expensive, but incredibly powerful. It was displaying
the blueprints of the castle, which clearly showed that the towers had
only one exit, a door at their base on either side of the courtyard.
	What was worse, according to the company both towers were used as
barracks for the guards. So much for that idea, he thought. He
wondered how the company knew that. But then, he'd wondered that
often. Then he knew as the computer informed him that the company had
managed to corral one of the men he'd photographed.
	He was a powerful and very married politician, with four children and
an image as a church going gentleman. The man was going to pay another
visit to the castle and he was going to take Jack with him. The only
condition was that Jack do nothing whatsoever while he was with him.
	Well, that was all right. Once the introduction had been made, he
could come back and get in himself, perhaps with a few of his own
"friends".



	Devon was lucky. Freda wanted her for something more than just a
pain-toy. She had dismissed Amber as a brainless piece of fluff even
before she had been brainwashed. She didn't consider the girl smart
enough for anything else.
	Devon though, showed promise. The girl was smart, and now, completely
docile and under control. There were many possibilities for a girl
like her. Freda ran a call girl network in several major cities and a
sophisticated and smart looking girl like Devon would be very popular.
	Likewise, she ran a porno video system, where she used the girls to
make movies. She felt Devon would be believable in a number of parts.
Then again, the girls played many roles right here in the castle,
pretending to be daughters, nieces, schoolgirls, nurses, sisters, etc.
Devon would be a good actress, and extremely adaptable.
	So she was kept from the most rabid clients, those who would mark up
her flawless skin, and instead began her initiation in the main guest
room, or the orgy room as some of the girls called it.
	The immense room had once been the ballroom where nobility had danced
and chatted, their behaviour oh so proper. Now it abounded in plants
and rugs and obscene paintings and wall hangings. In the entrance was
a life size sculpture of an incubus raping a human woman. The
incubus's enormous cock somehow fitted into the girl's sex, though no
real woman could have lived with something that size inside her. The
girl had an expression of rapturous delight on her face.
	Water flowed from fountains and fake waterfalls. There was an
enormous round pool with sloping sides for the guest to lie in. The
floors were piled with large, thick cushions and furred pads, and
alcohol flowed almost as freely as the water.
	The girls were plentiful and available. Some were bound in obscene
positions, their orifices available for use. Some were attached to
machines of various kinds which could be activated for the amusement
of the clientele.
	Though few of the clients realized it, there was a kind of ranking to
the girls. The highest ranking girls were those who had proved their
intelligence and capability over the months or years. These were the
ones who roamed freely, ready to drop into a client's lap at a smile
and gesture, who would cuddle and coo, and whisper sweet things into
their ears.
	These girls knew how to laugh at the unfunny jokes, how to interpret
the client's moods and act accordingly, in other words, how to best
please the clients. These were the elite, the most valuable of Freda's
harem.
	Under them in terms of seniority, were the "waitresses" who carried
drinks and little delicacies around. They also were available for use
and were, often. Their conversation and judgment was not yet as smooth
as the freely wandering girls, but they were trusted nonetheless.
	Next in rank were the bound girls, the ones who were positioned for
the clients use in ways thought to be erotic and enticing. Some were
bent forward across a table with their legs spread, or on their backs,
also with leg spread. Some hung from the ceiling in chains, their sex
thrust out so their bodies could be roughly used. Some hung
horizontally, chains attached to their limbs as well as going under
their backs. Their legs were open and their head hung back, all
orifices ready.
	The newest girls, those who knew nothing and were worth less, were
the ones bound to the machines and devices, or those bound in place
next to the whip and torture shelves. These girls were mostly runaways
who had received little training from Freda and her helpers. They did
what they were ordered to try and avoid pain.
	At any given time, there were various "shows" going on, each on a
separate little stage. The girls in the shows were of the same rank as
the waitresses, and in fact, alternated duties with them, switching
from one task to the other every little while.
	Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an introduction for her.
Just in case she had any shred of lingering pride or shyness, she was
to perform in three separate shows the first evening. After that she
could begin waitressing.
	Her first "show" was a simple lesbian thing. She was paired with an
older woman named Brigitte, who looked to be in her late twenties.
Freda introduced her and left her there. Brigitte was a French woman
and had little time for chit chat.
	"Listen carefully." she said. "I am the school teacher. Understand?
I'm an aggressive bull dyke and you are the sweet shy schoolgirl. I
will start fondling and kissing you and you are to resist like a shy
little girl, backing away, keeping your eyes demurely down. Say
nothing until we are having sex, then you can groan a lot.
Understand?"
	"Uhmm Yes, Brigitte."
	"When I get tired of your shyness I'll get mad and rip your clothes
off and start doing you. Just follow my lead then. I'll be cursing and
yelling at you. Just do as I say. Understand?"
	"Yes, Brigitte."
	Brigitte was dressed in a tight, but conservative dress, her hair
curly brown done behind her in a tight bun. Devon wore a knee length
checked skirt, a white blouse, navy blue blazer, white knee socks, and
black flat shoes.
	There was a school teacher's desk in the center of the little stage.
A swivel chair was behind it. Devon was slightly nervous, worrying
that she wouldn't do a good job and Freda would be disappointed and
angry with her. She tried to remember everything Brigitte had said as
the woman walked ahead of her to the stage and sat down behind the
desk.
	She mounted the two steps to the low stage and stood awkwardly next
to Brigitte, who ignored her. The Frenchwoman pretended to be writing.
She put her pen aside finally and looked up at Devon, her eyes
scanning her body from toes to head.
	She started to speak, but Devon had no idea what it was since it was
in German. Her voice was silky and sweet as she talked though. Then
she stood up, standing directly in front of Devon and looking down.
Devon stepped back a step and Brigitte smiled.
	Her hand reached out and slipped through Devon's hair, brushing it
away from her face as she continued to talk. Then she moved around to
stand next to her, putting her arm around Devon's shoulder. She turned
her so the blonde was pushed against the edge of the desk.
	Devon looked at her, then remembered and cast her eyes downward. As
she did, she realized that a number of men had paused to watch. She
ignored them, staring at the ground as she felt Brigitte's arm, the
one over her shoulder, slide down and cup her breast through the
blazer.
	Again, she forgot what to do. Brigitte leaned over and nuzzled her
throat with her mouth.
	"Push my hand away," she hissed.
	Devon responded at once, shoving the older woman's hand off her
breast and shrugging the arm off. Brigitte slipped it around her waist
then, and kissed her cheek. Devon turned her head away.
	Then Brigitte's right hand slid beneath her blazer and cupped her
breast again. She needed no instructions and pushed it away, folding
her arms across her chest.  Brigitte's hand fell to her knee, sliding
up and down her leg, then going up beneath her skirt.
	Devon started to push it away, but Brigitte abruptly started snarling
at her. She jerked her hair, hard, making her cry out involuntarily.
She was afraid that she'd done something wrong, but then remembered
what Brigitte said about pretending to be mad.
	Brigitte forced her hand right up into Devon's crotch, forcing the
skirt up along with it. Devon's legs spread as the older woman pushed
her back against the edge of the desk and she sought to retain her
balance. Brigitte cupped her pussy and squeezed it tightly, still
pulling back on her hair.
	Devon whined in pain as the woman slipped her hand into her panties
and squeezed her mons harder still. She pulled the hand out and then
let Devon's hair go. She had been beside her but now turned to face
her, her body touching Devon's and still forcing her back against the
desk.
	She glared angrily and snarled again, her voice was very loud and
nasty. She gripped the edges of Devon's blazer and yanked it open,
pulling the jacket off her shoulders and letting it hang half on, half
off, holding her arms. Her hands then went to Devon's blouse and
ripped it, tearing it completely open and then shoving it down her
arms along with her blazer. As Devon wore no bra this left her naked
above the waist.
	Her hands went to the sides of Devon's head and held her tightly,
then she kissed her, harshly, savagely, forcefully, her mouth mashing
down against Devon's and her tongue shooting into her. She let go with
one hand and slid it to her panties, tearing them off with a single
ripping snap.
	Now all of Devon's private parts were revealed to the audience. She
didn't feel bothered by that. She was too busy concentrating on doing
everything right. Consequently, she had no difficulty looking worried
as Brigitte pressed her larger body against her and forced her back
against the desk.
	The older woman's fingers being pumping roughly in and out of Devon's
pussy as her mouth came down on the blonde's once again. Then her
hands were in Devon's hair and she was tugging the young blonde girl
forward and forcing her down to her knees in front of her. Once Devon
was on her knees, cowering meekly, Brigitte stood back and tore open
the front of her dress, which slipped down her buxom body into a heap
around her ankles.
	She stepped out of them, naked, and gripped Devon's hair again,
pulling her face into her pussy. Devon began licking energetically.
Whenever she forgot to make any noise, Brigitte pulled sharply on her
hair, causing her to moan and whimper into Brigitte's pussy.
	Brigitte groaned loudly, rutting her pussy into Devon's mouth. She
began to slump lower and lower, pushing Devon back until the blonde
teen was flat on her back and Brigitte was squatting over her face,
rubbing her wet pussy against Devon's lips as the girl ate her.
	The end of the show arrived when Brigitte came, groaning and moaning
loudly in orgasm, shaking her head wildly and humping furiously
against Devon's face. Some of the watchers might have thought it was
too theatrical, but Devon, who's face was buried with gushing pussy
cream, knew better. Brigitte really had come.
	Freda pronounced herself satisfied with the little show, though she
reminded Devon that it hadn't taken her much effort in her little
role. Brigitte smiled worshipfully after Freda, proud that the woman
had stopped to talk briefly to her. She then led Devon to a changing
room to dress for the next show.
	As they dressed, she casually revealed that she had been in the
castle for over twenty-five years now. Freda gave her a nice birthday
present every year, she said, proudly. As Devon learned, Freda's most
effective girls... and boys, were not taken in their teens, but much
earlier.
	These were either kidnapped, or purchased outright from poor parents
all across Europe. Freda had decided that the perfect age was five. At
that age the children had no shame in their bodies to be unlearned,
but were old enough to be taught obedience.
	They were easily brainwashed and then raised and trained to give
sexual pleasure. The girls were taught submissiveness more than the
boys. Both sexes were well schooled in sexual technics and perversions
of every variety, getting much experience in the lower caverns as they
grew.
	There, beneath the ballroom, was the special area set aside for the
rich of Europe who proffered their lovers on the young and tender
side. The children grew up learning nothing about life other than sex
and obedience. They didn't know how to read or write.
	If by some mischance one or more of them had found themselves outside
the castles walls, they would most likely have simply wandered back
inside, for they knew nothing at all about the outside world. No
television or radios existed for them inside, and they had never seen
such things as airplanes or trains, let alone cities or wild animals.
	Brigitte had spent seven years in the lower levels, her stay being
cut slightly short by her rapid development around twelve. Since then
she'd been in the upper levels, servicing the less perverted, but
still depraved wealthy of the continent.
	She was now Freda's number one girl, and usually didn't do shows, as
she arrogantly pointed out to Devon. She was only doing them now to
help Devon and make sure she didn't screw up. She worshipped the
ground Freda and Franz walked on, and would have done anything for
them, including killing herself.
	At first, Devon didn't understand her when she said she'd been at the
castle all her life. She thought Brigitte was Freda's sister or
daughter or something. When she corrected her by saying she had been
brought there as an orphan when she was a five year old, Devon had
been even more confused.
	"But why would they bring you here when you were five?" she asked.
	"Because I was an orphan and had no place else to live."
	"Oh."
	"I'm glad. They've taught me so much."
	"Did you go to school?"
	"School?"
	"You know, a school."
	"Oh? Oh yes, them. No, Freda and the teachers taught me everything
here. They were very nice to me, especially since I was such a slow
learner. I threw up the first time I tried to take a man's cock in my
throat," she confided.
	"I almost did too," Devon nodded, pulling on another girlish skirt.
"I was only six."
	"You're joking!"
	"Perhaps I am," she said, not very convincingly. 
	Devon and Brigitte went back out into the ballroom, dressed much as
they were before. This time Brigitte didn't try to seduce her at
first. Instead she yelled at her in German, then slapped her.
	Devon slapped her back, which caused a strange thrill in her mind.
She was terrified at once, her eyes going wide as Brigitte's narrowed.
Brigitte had told her she must slap her back, but Freda had never
allowed her to hit back when someone hit her and she was frightened
that she had been wrong to do so.
	Brigitte grabbed her wrist and pulled her across her knees as if she
were a little girl, then lifted her skirt up, exposing her buttocks
and pussy to the watching men. She continued to say things to her in
German, almost none of which Devon understood, except for the words
"bad girl" which she had heard often.
	Then she started spanking her. Her hand slapped down with a loud
crack against Devon's cheeks, making the white flesh jiggle and bounce
as she brought her hand down over and over, turning the white skin
pink, then red.
	Devon began to sniffle and weep, partly from the pain and partly
because she was still worried and anxious that she had broken the
rules by hitting Brigitte. Brigitte continued to slap her behind,
lifting a ruler from her desk and using that to beat Devon's bottom
while she yelled at her.
	Finally she stopped, her words becoming soothing and comforting. Her
hand began to caress Devon's pulsing hot buttocks, then slid down
between them and rubbed lightly over her pussy. Again, Devon wondered
at how marvellous things felt on her pussy since all her hair had been
shaved off.
	She felt her pubic lips pried gently open as Brigitte slipped a
finger into her. The finger pumped in and out, stuffing in to the
knuckle, then pulling back out. Brigitte held the finger in front of
Devon's nose, saying something in a chiding tone, which, Devon
thought, was probably about how wet her finger was now.
	She slid the finger into Devon's mouth and Devon sucked on it,
tasting her own juices for the first time. Then the finger was
withdrawn and Brigitte began to pump it and a second finger in and out
of Devon's slit.
	Devon groaned in pleasure, grinding lightly on Brigitte's lap as she
sought to work her pussy back on the fucking fingers. The two fingers
became three, then four, then Devon whined and whimpered as pain shot
through her groin. Brigitte was trying to force her entire hand inside
her.
	Then she did, the heel of her palm slipping through Devon's taut
pussy lips and the lips closing around the woman's wrist. Brigitte
closed her fingers inside Devon's cunt and shoved her fist down to the
pit of her love tube.
	She began to pump it slowly up and down in the tight rubbery sheath,
almost lifting Devon off the chair with the force of her pussy's
clinging tightness. Devon shouted and came, thrashing and convulsing
like a mad thing. Brigitte continued to pump and pump until she came a
second time, then a third, screaming and howling in agony and ecstasy
with the thick, bony fist up in her abdomen.
	Finally Brigitte pulled it out, shoving Devon off her lap onto the
floor in front of the chair. She jerked her around by the hair until
her face was against her pussy and Devon slowly and tiredly began to
lick her.
	After that show, Brigitte showed her how to waitress. They dressed in
the little waitress outfit, which was little more than a silk thin,
elastic webbed black mini-dress that fully outlined her figure and
descended to just an inch below her crotch. She wore no underwear so
she'd be available to be taken by any man who wanted her.
	The dress was also very low cut, revealing most of her breasts, and
could be shoved off her shoulders or lifted above her hips with ease.
In fact, as Brigitte followed her around, one of the men that she was
delivering a drink to hauled her down onto his mat, spread her legs
and shoved his erection into her.
	He pumped steadily into her pussy, not saying a word as he kissed
Devon's lips and jammed his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped
her buttocks, jerking her lower body up off the mat to meet his
lunging strokes.
	Devon didn't need Brigitte's presence to remind her that she should
moan and groan. Over the previous days she had been turned into a very
responsive sexual creature and her body had begun to ignite and
respond the moment the man had lifted her little skirt and stuck it
into her.
	Unfortunately he came quickly, then pulled out and motioned her away.
She gasped and panted as she rose to her feet, tugging her skirt back
down as Brigitte handed her her tray back. "That was very good."
Brigitte said, and Devon smiled happily, following her back to the bar
for another drink.
	Along the way they passed numerous other girls, some being taken by
men, some tied into strange positions, some being punished. Then she
recognized Amber, who she hadn't seen in days.
	Amber was standing beside a framework of pulleys and gears. Her
wrists were bound behind her and a thick rubber cable descended from
the framework above her to tightly encircle her large breasts so they
bulged out.
	Devon sympathised with her, remembering how her own breasts had ached
when a similar band had been tightened around them. There were three
other girls, all similarly bound, standing in a row under the
framework.
	Devon wondered what they had done to be punished. She watched as a
pair of men moved over to where several levers were and laughing
pulled one. The girl beside Amber, another very busty brunette, was
hauled into the air by her breasts.
	The girl shrieked and moaned as her breast meat was strangled and
stretched. Then the other man pulled another lever and Amber was
slowly pulled off her feet, hanging by her big fat red breasts. Amber
also cried out with pain and wept in fear and misery as her breasts
turned purplish.
	"What did they do?" Devon asked, as they passed.
	"Huh?"
	"Those girls, Amber."
	"Oh them, nothing, why?"
	"Aren't they being punished?"
	"Not especially."
	"But, that must hurt a lot."
	Brigitte shrugged, unconcerned. "Some men like to hurt pretty girls
is all. Their just common whores anyway. That's what they're there
for, for men to hurt."
	"But why?"
	"I don't know, Devon. You ask too many questions." Brigitte sniffed,
exasperated.
	"If they weren't bad, they shouldn't be hurt," Devon said, subdued.
	"If men want to hurt them they can. Men like hurting girls. It makes
them happy!" Brigitte huffed, impatiently, as if it were obvious.
	"Will we be put on those?" Devon asked, timidly.
	"No. Not us. We're smart. We do the shows and stuff and get to do
movies and even get our own rooms, well, I do. You will too, though,
if you're good."
	That sounded nice to Devon, but she still felt badly about poor
Amber, who was dangling by her breasts as the men twirled her round
and round.

	Jack eyed the guards carefully as they passed through the gate. This
could all be a trap, of course. He was counting on Herr Kruger's
intelligence, hoping the man would realize that should anything happen
to him, the information about his sexual escapades would certainly get
out.
	So far, Herr Kruger had been completely cooperative. He was far from
happy of course, but he was cooperative. Jack was Whilhelm Verman, an
important businessman and old friend. Nobody had questioned this as
Kruger was a trusted long time client.
	The limo pulled into the courtyard and stopped by the door. A doorman
pulled the door open and he and Kruger got out, Kruger leading the way
in through the brightly lit entrance and down a hallway.
	"What do you wish to see first?" Kruger asked.
	"Just give me the grand tour." Jack said, in German.
	"As you wish."



	They moved through the various areas of the castle that were open to
the clientele. Kruger led him to the specialty rooms, each done up in
different modes. One was an ancient Aztec mode, where, he whispered,
you actually could sacrifice a virgin if you wanted to pay enough.
	"You mean dead?"
	"Of course."
	They went to the old Roman room, where clients were clad in togas and
the slave girls wandered around with grapes and wine. There was the
Arabian room, with it's dusky slaves and the Greek room, which was
filled with very young, very muscular men and boys for the pleasure of
the clientele.
	They then went into the largest room, which Kruger said was the main
"lounge" and entertainment area. There were scores of girls here, some
on the mats that were spread around, being used by men old enough to
be their fathers, or grandfathers or more. There were girls bound in
all manner of positions, and girls walking around carrying food and
drink.
	They stopped at a low stage where a pair of girls were engaged in a
wet and slurpy sixty-nine, then moved on to where another girl, one
with very short blonde hair was standing by a wall, her wrists tied to
thick ropes above her.
	Her back was laced with scars and new cuts, many of which were still
bleeding. Beside her was another girl, a brunette, similarly bound,
who's back and chest were covered with cuts. "These are for testing
the whips."
	"What?"
	"If you want a whip or cane or something, to beat a girl with, you
may test them on these two. See?"
	He lifted a short whip off the wall next to the girls and slashed it
down against the brunette's already torn and bleeding right breast.
The girl screamed weakly and wept. Kruger returned the whip to the
wall, where there were dozens, scores of others.
 	They moved along and passed two girls with lovely bottoms bent over
tables. Their legs were straight and spread wide, opening their holes
for the use of passers by. Their heads protruded over the other end of
the table so men could use them.
	"Are all the girl's pussies shaved?" he asked, intrigued.
	"Pretty much. Most of us like it and it keeps them cleaner." 
	He led him along, passing other girls bound in place. There was a
table, with girls spread out like a buffet. Each had her bottom on the
edge and her legs pulled back, ankles tied to the table to either side
of their heads.
	Kruger looked at his watch and smiled.
	"Ahh," he said. "There's a show just starting. We don't want to miss
it."
	"What kind of show?"
	"Come, hurry or we'll be late." He pulled Jack along until they
joined a group of thirty or forty other men staring through a large
window. There was a college aged girl in a small room not much bigger
than a closet.
	She was sitting on a table right underneath the window, her back to
them. She was fully clothed, wearing a blue blouse and black mini
skirt. Her blonde hair was a bit tangled, but quite soft and fluffy
looking as it fell across her shoulders.
	"It's one way glass," Kruger said, in an aside.
	"Who is she?"
	"Nobody. Someone they picked off a street somewhere and brought here
drugged. She has no idea where she is or what she's doing here." he
said, gleefully.
	"What's going to happen to her?"
	"Watch." He looked at his watch, impatiently.

	Gretchen kicked her feet idly, wondering how long she'd be left here.
She yawned tiredly and sighed. She'd been on her way home from medical
school, and had just gotten off the bus when someone had grabbed her.
She'd felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm, then nothing. She'd wakened
here hours ago, terrified at first, banging on the door and walls.
	She'd gradually calmed down but was still very frightened. Who had
taken her and why? Her parents weren't wealthy. Perhaps it was
terrorists, she thought, or maybe it was simply a mistake and she'd be
released when they found out.
	Then the door opened and two enormous men walked in. Her eyes opened
in stunned amazement. Despite all the terrible things she'd imagined,
two hulking, brutes wearing little more than bikini bathing trunks had
not even entered her mind.
	She jumped off the low table, backing against the far corner as they
came forward. Both were very handsome men in their early twenties with
thick shaggy hair. Their muscles bulged out everywhere, like they were
body builders.
	"Who are you?" she asked, fearfully. 
	Neither answered.
	"What do you want?" she pleaded. 
	They both smiled and moved forward. They grabbed her, effortlessly
fending off her attempts at resistance. In quick order, her clothes
were stripped off her lithe young body, leaving her naked. They
twisted her this way and that, as if posing her, then lifted her up
onto the low table.

	Jack watched in disgust, mixed with a strange excitement as the two
big men positioned the young girl on the table before the window. Her
sobs and screams came clearly through the speaker above the window as
one of the men held her shoulders down and the other slowly pulled
down his bikini.
	Jack was impressed. The guy was really well hung. His long thick cock
pointed straight out at the girl, who was blubbering in horror as she
watched it. Her body thrashed uselessly as the man came up to the end
of the table and pried her legs apart.
	Then he slowly stuffed his cock down her pussy as she wailed and
begged pathetically. He forced himself into her with very hard, brutal
strokes, jerking her small body up and down on the table as he used
her. Then he finished and pulled away.
	He took the place of his friend at the other end of the table as the
other got between her legs and sank his cock down her into her sex.
The first man grabbed the girl's hair and tore at it viciously, then
dropped his semi hard cock into her mouth. She had little choice but
to begin sucking on it.
	The second man hammered his cock into her pussy for long minutes
before finishing. When he did, the first pulled free of her mouth and
moved around again. He shoved the girl's legs far back, so the
audience could clearly see him force his thick meat down into the
squalling girl's anus.
	Each of them took her several times. When they were through, several
of the men moved to a door at the side of the window. This led to a
hallway, Kruger explained, which gave into the little room. They could
all enjoy raping the girl, now that she was broken in.
	"What happens to her then?"
	"Oh, she'll probably begin training then. When that's finished she'll
be out here like these." He led him along the various girls. "Some of
them are simply discarded of course."
	"What does that mean?"
	"Well, there's two such shows a day. They can't accommodate that many
fresh meat here. Some of them are sold to other places, many shipped
to the Middle east. Others are just released back onto the street."
	"Isn't that dangerous?"
	"Not really. Those ones were taken far from here and will be released
back where they came from. Even if they complain to the police,
there's nothing to link them here, and almost none of them complain.
They're too embarrassed and afraid."
	They wandered down the room, passing a pair of girls stretched out on
their backs on a table. Their legs were split wide, tied tightly
parallel to the edge of the table. An old black man stood in front of
one, casually fucking her. There was a fat, middle aged woman in front
of the other, one of the few women clients Jack had seen.
	She held a simple heavy belt in her right hand and was determinedly
whipping it down into the girl's sex. The young redhead arched her
back in agony, gasping in pain each time the belt landed. Her entire
groin area was red with pain.
	Beyond her was another of the little stages. A girl lay on her back
alone, her legs spread as she fucked herself with a pair of dildos.
She writhed and moaned as she pumped the dildos in and out of her
pussy and anus.
	They passed numerous chairs, piles of cushions, and thick mats, on
which clients lounged watching shows or eating. All had female
companions, some had several. Many rutted away in full view of those
passing, unconcerned with being watched. One old man was sitting up,
calmly reading a book as a girl sixty years younger than him sucked
his cock, taking it deep into her throat as she bobbed her pretty face
up and down.
	A pair of girls were tied to a large stone pillar, their hands bound
tightly together above their heads. Their backs smashed against the
hard stone as two men whipped their naked breasts with canes. The
cried in pain, trying helplessly to dodge the blows.
	"Here's a nice one to start." Kruger said, stopping by a blonde girl
who knelt on a small raised platform. She was on her hands and knees,
her legs spread. Her ankles and wrists were tied tightly to the
corners of the platform. Her bottom was at the perfect height for a
man to effortlessly use her.
	"Take her. I'll take this one." he said, pointing to a younger girl
hanging from her wrists, bottom sticking out invitingly.
	"I'm not here for that," Jack hissed, though he had been painfully
aware of the bulge in his pants since the rape show.
	"Well you'd better, otherwise they're going to get awfully
suspicious. We don't get shy boys here, you know."
Jack looked at the girl with obvious reservations.
	"Look old man. She's had more fucks than you'll ever hope to. Just
screw her and be done, then we can go and look at some more things."
He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, pressing it against the
other girl's anus. She moaned and turned her head around, winking
invitingly.
	The kneeling girl also turned around with an inviting smile, her eyes
wide and bright. She wiggled her cheeks at him and shoved them higher.
"Wanna fuck me, Master?" she asked.
	"Want me to?" he asked.
	"Oh yes, Master! I like being fucked!"
	Jack slid his hand along her flanks, feeling the softness of her
sweet young flesh. His hand slid along her inner thigh and over her
bare pussy mound. The girl sighed with pleasure, pushing her cunt back
at him. Jacks' cock pulsed furiously. What could it hurt, he thought.
	He took out his cock, which was hot and hard and past ready, and
placed the helmeted tip against the girl's slit. She moaned again and
pushed back against him. His cock forced it's way past her pussy lips
and into her tight little cunt sheath. He had intended to take her
softly but found his excitement too great.
	He drove his cock rod deep into her belly, making her squeal in
pleasure as he filled up her pussy tube. At once, he began to rut
against her, his cock slicing in and out of her sloppy wet hole. His
hands continued to caress her soft ass flesh, then slowly made their
way up her back and under her ribs to cup her hanging breasts.
	He squeezed them tightly as his cock pounded into her hole. The girl
was moaning desperately, humping back at him as she sought to increase
the friction against her clitty. He stretched a hand down her belly,
sliding it over her abdomen and then down to her cunt. His finger
sought her clit and pushed down on it, forcing it against his rubbing
shaft.
	The girl went wild, gasping and grunting as her whole body shook and
shuddered through a colossal orgasm. Jack's cock rammed deep down to
the base of her sheath and gushed out a hot load of semen, spurting
wad after wad as his nuts poured out their bubbling honey.
	He sighed in relief and pulled his softening cock from between her
thighs, patting her soft ass and squeezing it once as he did up his
pants. Kruger finished fucking his girl in the anus, and pulled out,
leaving her slumped in her chains. He wandered across to the girl Jack
had just used and stuck his dirty cock in her mouth.
	She began to suck and lick at it, showing no hesitation at all. Jack
was slightly irritated, seeing as how he'd just fucked the girl, but
then realized that there was no real feeling between them. The girl
had dozens of fucks a day, probably.
	Kruger pulled his now cleaned cock from between her lips and wiped it
in her long blonde hair, then casually put it back in his pants and
wandered off, waving at Jack to follow.
	The passed another show, this one featuring a tiny brunette who was
being held upside down by a couple of the muscle men type he'd seen
through the one way glass. Each easily held a leg as they fucked her
fore and aft. They held her a foot off the ground. Another musclemen
type lay flat beneath her. His cock stuck straight up and the girl's
mouth bobbing up and down on it.
	A fourth musclemen knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her
breasts and squashing them against his cock as he humped back and
forth. She was jerking off two more musclemen who stood to either
side, their big, thick cocks looking even bigger and thicker in her
small hands.
	Then Jack stopped suddenly. There was a girl bent backwards across a
big rounded wheel-like apparatus. Her ankles were bound tight to the
floor, spread far apart. Her wrists were bound to a pulley, which was
pulling  her with more and more force as a large fat man turned the
wheel.
	Her head, upside down on the far side of the wheel, was almost
obscured by her thick, tangled brown hair and the thin man pumping his
cock into her mouth. Nevertheless, he recognized her as the girl that
had been with Devon when she'd disappeared.
	He barely kept himself from yelling in delight. So she was here! He'd
been almost sure of it, but not quite certain. The man fucking her
face was happily slapping at her fat breasts with his open hands,
slapping them one way, then the other, hitting one at a time as he
then watched the meaty melons bounce and jiggle.
	"Wait here," he said.
	"What for?" Kruger looked at the group casually. "There's much better
than this ahead."
	"I want to talk to her."
	"Talk? Are you joking? She's a brainless piece of ass!"
	"I Still want to talk."
	"She won't have anything to tell you," He looked around worriedly.
"Listen to me, my friend, these girls here are well trained. They are
very professional here. That girl has been very carefully brainwashed.
If she thinks you're going to do anything against the rules, anything
that the Countess wouldn't like, she'll tell them."
	"Not if I tell her I'll get her out."
	"Are you mad?! She doesn't want to leave! She'll fight you tooth and
nail if you try to take her away. I tell you these girls are
completely under their control! Look, see?"
	The girl was moaning and gasping and jerking against her bonds, very
obviously in the throes of orgasm. Jack frowned in indecision. Maybe
Kruger was right. He couldn't risk himself with this girl, not until
he had the other.
	"Look, if you want her, buy her!"
	"Buy her?"
	"Of course! They're all for sale, other than a very few special
favourites of the Countess."
	"How much would it cost?"
	"It depends on the girl. She's just one of the torture girls so she
shouldn't cost that much."
	"Very well, you buy her for me."
	"Me? What would I do with her?"
	"Give her to me of course."
	"That's a lot of money, friend!"
	"You just said she wouldn't cost much."
	"Well, compared to some of the others no, but she'll still set me
back thousands."
	"So make a good deal." he glared.
	Kruger humphed angrily, then left to seek out one of the supervisors.
Jack continued to watch as the skinny man slapped and squeezed and
twisted her tits. They must have been awfully sore, but the girl was
obviously enjoying herself, either that or she was an awfully good
actress.
	The skinny man finished, pulling his cock out and spewing in her
face, shooting his sperm into her eyes an nose. He jerked his cock
with his fist, then sighed and stuffed it back in her mouth for her to
clean.
	Kruger returned with a tall, barrel-chested man and pointed to the
girl. The man frowned.
	"You want her? She's got nice tits but she ain't got much upstairs."
	"I don't need her to perform mathematical equations." Kruger snapped.
	The man laughed and nodded his head. "That's true. Well then, given
as how she's pretty new and has hardly earned back the money spend
training her, she'll cost you."
	"She's all marked up." 
	"Only with light markings. They'll disappear in a week. Look at that
gorgeous body and sweet face. Her breasts are large and firm." He
walked over to the girl, who was now alone on the wheel. The fat man
had left with the skinny man and the girl was still tautly stretched
back across the wheel.
	"Why don't people ever put things back the way they're found?" the
big man sighed. He rolled the wheel back, easing the strain on the
girl's spine and arms. She sighed in relief.
	"Now then," the man said, standing next to her in the same manner as
a car salesman standing next to a car. He even put his hand on her
belly. Jack expected him to launch into a spiel about the paint job
and engine.
	"She's newly trained, and seems to enjoy her new position," he turned
and smiled at her, then turned back, "so to speak. She was trained for
pain and submissiveness." He slipped his big hand under her crotch and
squeezed hard, making the girl gasp in pain.
	"One of our clients made her cum just by whipping her tits with a cat
o' nine tails," he said, proudly, showing the multiple little partly
healed cuts on her mammaries. "She has a pair of tight holes here and
sucks like a vacuum. She's a real natural, in fact, if she weren't so
dumb, we'd have put her in the higher batch and she'd cost you a lot
more. She's a real bargain." He rubbed his hand up and down her belly,
smiling proudly again.
	"How much?" Kruger sighed.
	"As I said, because she's so new and hardly used, her price is
higher. Fifty thousand."
	"That's too high," Kruger snapped.
	The man shrugged. "Wait a few months and she'll cost much less, well,
better make that a few weeks, she won't last months. In fact, you're
not the first to enquire about her."
	"Oh?"
	"Yes, Herr Gunther."
	Kruger looked pained.
	"Yes, such a waste of fine flesh that would be," the man sighed,
squeezing the girl's right breast.
	Kruger looked at Jack resentfully. Then back at the salesman.
	"Very well," Kruger said.
	"Will you take her with you or would you like her delivered?"
	"We will take her with us."
	In due course, Amber was untied and carried away from the wheel. Her
legs were too sore to walk on right away. She was bathed, her hair
washed and brushed neatly, then led naked around to the front. Her
hands were bound behind her, but that was a mere formality as everyone
knew she would make no attempt to escape.
	There at the front was the Countess. Jack stared at her carefully as
she spoke to her assistant. The woman was tall and gorgeous. Despite
the pictures he'd seen, he was amazed at her. Of all the women he'd
seen tonight, she was the one he'd most like to fuck.
	"Herr Kruger," she said, pleasantly.
	"Yes, Countess. So good to see you."
	"And I you. What is this I hear? You are purchasing one of our little
slaves?"
	"Yes, Countess."
	"Won't your wife be slightly annoyed with you?"
	"It is a gift for my colleague, Countess."
	The Countess turned her piercing eyes on Jack.
	"May I present Whilhelm Vernom from Bonn."
	"Such a sweet little town, Bonn," she said.
	"I like it. It has its charms."
	"I hope you will take good care of our little Amber. She needs much
attention."
	"I'm sure I can supply it."
	"Amber." she said, pulling the girl forward. "This is your new
master. You will go with him and obey him as you would me."
	The girl looked stricken, looking from Jack to the Countess and back
again.
	"But... but... am I leaving?" she whimpered.
	"Now, now, now," the Countess said, patting her head. "Herr Vernom
has purchased you for a large sum of money. Is this how you show your
gratitude. You must behave and act like a true slave, so we will be
proud of you."
	"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." 
	"Come again any time, Herr Kruger, Herr Vernom," The Countess said,
sashaying away. The back of her gown dipped down low, giving Jack a
view of the cleavage between her buttocks.
	"Well, let's go then," Kruger said. "This evening has certainly cost
me enough."
	They drove through town and stopped only at the little country estate
the company had rented. Jack and the girl got out and the limo
departed. Jack looked down at the girl, who stood motionless on the
stone driveway, looking idly around her, not at all worried at being
seen nude.
	Fortunately, the company always chose its residences for their
seclusion. There were tall hedges around the little mansion, and they
couldn't be seen from the street.
	"Come on then," he said, climbing the small set of stairs to the
front door.
	"Yes, Master." 
	He shut the door and told her to sit on the chesterfield. Her hands
were still cuffed behind her and she was still nude. Somehow though,
he didn't think of either getting her anything to wear or freeing her.
She seemed natural like this.
	"I'm glad I found you," he said.
	"I am too, Master."
	"I've been looking for your friend."
	"My... friend?" she asked, confused.
	"Devon."
	"Oh, her. Oh yes, she's there."
	"You're sure?" he asked, eagerly.
	"Oh yes," 
	She bobbed her head up and down energetically.
	"I've seen her a couple of times. She does shows. I wish I was
allowed to do shows." She sighed, wistfully.
	"Why?"
	"Well, cause everyone stares at her and is happy. Plus she doesn't
get hit so much."
	"I thought you liked getting hit."
	"Not really. I mean, I do eventually. It makes my cunny really really
warm and all, but I prefer just fucking. Wanna fuck me?"
	"Not just yet. When was the last time you saw Devon?"
	"Uhhh, a coupla hours ago."
	"Great. I must have just missed her. I could have bought her
instead."
	"You don't like me?" she pouted.
	"Oh sure I like you. I wanted to get her back though. That's what
I've been hired for."
	"Well, you couldn't buy her anyway."
	"Why not?"
	"Cause."
	"Cause why?"
	"Cause she's the Mistress's favourite.
	"Her favourite?"
	Again her head bobbed up and down.
	"I heard some of the girls talking. "She's the Mistress's favourite
now and the Mistress never sells..."
	"Her favourites. Yes, I heard."
	"Wanna fuck me now?" she rolled over and knelt with her belly on the
chesterfield and her legs spread wide apart, pushing her bottom and
bald sex up at him. His cock gave a lurch as he eyed her tight looking
slit and little puckered anus. It suddenly occurred to him that she
really belonged to him, that she would do anything, absolutely
anything he wanted, without complaint or hesitation.
	She's barely more than a child, his subconscious snapped. 
	Not with a body like that, he responded. Look at that ass, and those
tits. As if she could hear his thoughts, she wiggled her ass from side
to side.
	"Wanna fuck me in the asshole, Master?" 
	Well, he had some time to spare actually.



	Devon's third show had not been with Brigitte. Instead, wearing the
same schoolgirl outfit, she'd been raped and sodomized by a tall,
muscular black man. The man had roughly stripped her, pushed her flat
on the low stage and spread his weight on top of her. Then he'd
roughly thrust into her anus as the men stood around and watched in
amusement.
	He had been so much bigger than her that he'd crushed her beneath his
weight. His cock had been long and thick and had hurt badly as he'd
pumped it in and out of her anal opening. What was worse, two men
who'd been watching wouldn't let her leave when the show was over.
	Instead, she'd had to lie there on her belly as first one, then the
other, imitated the black man's efforts, coming down on her back and
raping her little anus with all their might. She hadn't liked that at
all.
	She'd been near where Amber was being stretched on the wheel, and had
watched the man slapping her titties, and then the group of men who'd
gathered around her. After that, Amber had been untied and led off, a
full hour before she was supposed to be shifted.
	After the two men had sodomized her, she'd gone into the back for a
shower and then changed into her little waitress outfit. She'd run
into Brigitte along the way.
	"Where did they take Amber?" she asked.
	"Huh?"
	"Amber. My friend Amber. She was on the wheel."
	"Don't ask questions kid. It's none of your business," Brigitte
frowned.
	"I just wondered."
	"They sold her, OK?"
	"Sold her?"
	"Yeah. Something wrong with that?"
	"Well, it's just that... I won't get to see her anymore."
	"Tough."
	"But, who did they sell her to?"
	"How should I know. Forget her and get your pussy out there on the
floor." She shoved Devon towards the door.
	She'd gone out as she was told. Before she even made it a dozen steps
she was pulled down to the ground by a horrendously fat man. His fat
belly had almost smothered her as she'd sucked him, then nearly
crushed her as he fucked her.
	When he was finished, she found her dress was ripped in several
places and had to go back into the private area for a new one. There
were two girls there, both older than her. They'd both been here
longer, too. They were talking and at first she didn't pay much
attention to them, then their words penetrated to her subconscious.
	"...think it's a waste is all. Mistress should get rid of him."
	"He pays a lot of money though," the other girl said. They were
changing into their costumes for a show. They were to play sisters in
a bed at night who started having sex with each other.
	"It's just that she was such a sweet little thing."
	"Forget her."
	"Well, it's just a shame is all. That man is really mean. He could
beat up girls without killing them."
	"He likes to kill girls, Brigitte says, especially Jewish girls."
	"Is Emma Jewish?"
	"Uh, huh. I think so."
	"So he's gonna kill her then? I still say that's a waste. She has a
really pretty face and nice hair. It's not her fault she's little and
flat."
	"You were never flat," The other girl giggled.
	"Are you talking about Emma Myers?" Devon asked.
The two turned and one nodded.
	"Yeah. You know her?"
	"I saw her this morning in Mistress's quarters."
	"Was she eating Mistress?" one of them giggled.
	"Uh, huh. What's wrong with her?"
	"She's been sold, silly."
	"To that awful Gunther man."
	"Is that bad?"
	"Course it's bad, silly. Gunther beats up girls bad, an' when he
wants to really really hurt them, he buys em'."
	"Everyone knows from hearing the Mistress's and Masters talk that
girls he buys get killed in awful ways."
	"Mistress wouldn't allow that, would she?"
	"Course she would."
	"The girl is only untrained meat anyways." 
	"Huh?"
	"Like you when you got here. She's not trained."
	"Guess it would be a waste of time," the other said.
	"Do all the girls that get sold get killed?" Devon asked, worriedly,
thinking of Amber.
	"No silly, most of 'em don't anyway."
	Later that day she was called up to see Mistress again. That happened
often enough and she was always proud, knowing how jealous the other
girls were. This time though there was another girl there.
	The last time, Emma had been there and Mistress had had her and Emma
perform with each other. Emma hadn't been happy though, snivelling and
crying a lot. Devon had been hoping to be alone with Mistress now and
was unhappy to find this other girl.
	The other girl was a slim redhead. Her eyes were wide and vacant,
which Devon knew meant she was still on the drugs. She was new then,
she realized. The girl was sitting in Freda's lap and Devon was
instantly jealous. She walked over and knelt in front of Freda's chair
as the woman caressed the redhead's small breasts.
	"Isn't she sweet, Devon?"
	"Yes, Mistress," Devon answered, dutifully. 
	Slut, she thought.
	"She's a pretty little thing, yes she is," Freda cooed, kissing the
girl on the cheek. "Her name is Amy. She's from Ireland." She shifted
the girl about so Amy was sitting with her back to Freda's chest,
using the Mistress like a chair.
	Freda had one arm around the girl's waist and the other was caressing
her hair as she leaned back. Freda pulled her legs apart, which pulled
the other girl's apart as well.
	"Lick her, Devon."
	Devon pushed the girl's legs wider and pushed her face into her
crotch, which was still tinged with red fur. She was resentful at
having to lick this new girl, especially as she had all that hair that
would get in her teeth. Still, there was no thought of disobeying.
	She slid her tongue up and down the girl's slit, pumping it in and
out as Freda continued to caress Amy's hair and face, eyeing her dazed
eyes closely. Devon sought out Amy's clit and began to lick at it, her
tongue whipping up and down and up and down in quick, rasping motions.
	The girl began to stir, whining and jerking her legs and arms. 
	"Shhhhhh. You keep still, little one." Freda cooed. "You let Devon
lick you good. It'll feel very nice."
	Devon buried her face in the girl's muff, slurping ad licking and
rubbing with her fingers. She pushed her finger in between the lips
and began rubbing it up and down the inside of the pussy lips. The
girl groaned louder, humping up towards her face.
	Devon pushed her finger deeper and deeper, until she came to an
obstruction. She frowned, her concentration on licking the clitty. She
pushed harder, stabbing her finger forward. Amy yelped, her cunt
pushing and jerking hard as if she were in sudden pain. Devon's finger
slid deep into her very tight cunt.
	"Shit!" Freda cursed. She grabbed Devon's hair and twisted her hard
around so the blonde yelped in pain, then flung her to the ground.
	"What did you do you stupid cunt?!"
	"I... I only licked her like you said, Mistress," Devon whined,
holding her hair. Freda slid a finger into Amy's pink cunt and probed
around. Her face was furious as she looked over at Devon.
	"You fucking imbecile slut!!" she raged. "She was a virgin. Do you
know how much her cherry was worth?"
	In fact, she wasn't really planning on auctioning the cherry, she had
planned to save it as a novelty, and eventually take it herself, using
her biggest strap-on dildo.
	"I didn't tell you to stuff your dirty little finger up her cunt, you
bitch!" she snarled.
	She shoved Amy aside and stood up, then kicked forward with her foot,
slamming her boot hard into Devon's belly as the blonde knelt there.
	Devon gave a low gasp as air shot out of her lungs and fell forward.
Freda kicked her again, this time in the side, sending her rolling
onto the floor on her back. Fred followed and as Devon twisted around
frantically slammed her leather boot right up into Devon's mound.
	Devon shrieked with agony, her hands clutching her pussy as she
rolled over several times and curled into a ball on her side. Freda
stomped over next to her and slammed her boot heel down into Devon's
right breast, mashing it against the floor and grinding her heel into
it as Devon whined and sobbed and frantically tried desperately to
apologise.
	There was a knock at the door and Franz entered. Freda kicked her in
the belly once again and moved away to confront him. "What do you
want?"
	"Uh, just these for you to approve." He handed her some papers.
	"You're mean!" Devon said, clutching her wounded breast. 
	Both of them turned and stared at her in surprise. Freda glared
angrily.
	"Looks like somebody needs some more training," Franz grinned.

	It had been a long day's wait, but the men were finally here. The
company had not been happy when he'd told them that the only way to
get the girl out was a frontal assault. Fortunately, they'd had some
influence with the federal German police.
	Most of the men were therefore, policemen. Jack and two of his
associates were to go in first and find Devon. They had twenty
minutes, no more, then the place would be raided.
	He didn't want to think about the headlines tomorrow. The press would
have a field day with a castle filled with sex slaves and important
industrialists an politicians. That wasn't his problem though. Right
now, his problem was getting in.
	They couldn't bring their own weapons. Everyone passed through a
metal detector at the entrance. That didn't matter though. They'd take
guns from the guards when needed.
	
	"I'm sick of this little slut anyway," Freda snarled.
	"You want her retrained?"
	"No. Put her with the bitches for torture. Maybe she'll come to learn
some manners when her flesh is torn off by whips!"
	Franz dragged her up by the hair and pulled a pair of cuffs from his
pocket, clicking them around her wrists as he held them behind her.
She moved back to the couch and sat down, lifting Amy and pulling her
back across her lap again.
	Devon whimpered as Franz shoved her out of the room and dragged her
down the hall towards the stairs.
	"Too bad, bitch. Should have kept your mouth shut," he grinned. He
took her to the first floor, then down the hall, away from the big
hall where she'd worked that day.
	They went down to the other end of the hall

	It was child's play to enter the private area, after all, the guards
were alert outside, but seemed to be distracted inside. They just
followed one of the girls through the door when she went in to change.
	"I don't think you're supposed to be here," she said.
	"Forget about us."
	"Okay." she replied, promptly turning her back and walking away. Mark
and Steve gazed after her in amazement, their eyes still bulging from
the scenes in the room they'd passed through.
	"If we wanted to, she'd fuck us right here, wouldn't she?" Mark
sighed.
	"We have work to do." Jack frowned, leading the way through to the
far end of the corridor and into the section used by the Countess as
her personal suite. They went up a lengthy set of stairs and found
themselves in a luxuriously carpeted hallway.
	"This looks like it," Jack said.
	"I liked it downstairs better."
	"Hold onto your dick, will you?"
	"Hell, I have to."
	They moved quietly down the hall, checking the doors they passed.
Then they opened a door and found a tall, skinny man glaring at them
in outrage.
	"Vos ist los?!" Gunther demanded.
	Mark slammed his boot into the guy's crotch, doubling him over. Jack
brought his knee up into his face as he doubled down, throwing him
back up and pulping his face. The man flew across the room and landed
on his back, his head making a loud crack as it hit the stone floor.
	Steve hurried over and checked his pulse. He looked up with a frown.
"He's dead."
	"Well he shouldn't have been so fuckin' noisy," Mark said.
	"I hate marines," Jack sighed.
	"Hey, up yours, buddy."
	"Hey, look here." Steve pointed at a box the size of a small coffin.
He pried the top open and jumped back with a curse, then he stepped
forward again. Jack looked over his shoulders and saw a very young
teenage girl lying unmoving in the box.
	"Got a pulse, but it's pretty slow," Steve said.
	"She's been drugged, probably for shipping. The old guy must have
bought her."
	"Well, glad we killed him then, fuckin' pervert," Mark said,
indignantly.
	"I thought you wanted to screw them girls back there."
	"Not the little ones!" Mark snorted indignantly.
	"She's all right here. Let's go find the bitch," Jack said.
	"Not nice to talk about our client like that," Mark grinned.
	"Not her. The Countess." He shook his head and led the way back into
the hall and down towards the opposite end. They checked more doors.
Finally, he heard voices as he peeked into a room. They moved
carefully inside and across to a far door where the voices were coming
from.
	"Lick me darling. Lick Freda," one of the voices said.
	Jack nodded and they rushed in. There was a naked teenager
spreadeagled on the bed. Freda was squatting naked above her head.
	"What the... " She jumped up and ran towards the far wall as the
others ran forward. Her hand closed around a gun and she jerked it out
of a drawer, but then Jacks' fist tightened on her wrist and she
dropped the weapon with a cry of pain.
	"Nice lookin' pussy," Mark grinned.
	"Forget it, Mark. She don't do boys."
	"You had better leave before I call the police." she sneered.
	"I want to know where Devon Hunter is," saod Jack. "If you don't tell
me, I'm going to see how much of the punishment you give the girls,
that you can take." He shoved her across to Mark, who grabbed her arms
and twisted them up behind her back, holding them easily with one hand
as he got a solid grip on her hair with his other.
	Jack lifted a riding crop from the table beside the bed and pushed
the end against Freda's chin.
	"You like to use these, baby. I wonder how good they'll feel on the
receiving end?"
	"What do you want?" she gasped, fearfully.
	"I want the girl, Devon Hunter."
	"I don't know any such girl!" she protested.
	Jack raised the crop and brought it slashing down across her round
right breast. She shrieked and hurled herself from side to side,
crying out in agony as an angry red line appeared on her tit.
	"I got all night, baby," Jack lied.
	"She's downstairs! She's downstairs!"
	"Where downstairs?" Jack raised the crop again.
	"She's... I sent her to the Aztec room."
	"The Aztec room, you mean where they sacrifice virgins?"
	"Virgin, hah!" she snarled.
	Jack slashed the crop down on her other breast, whipping it several
times as she sobbed and screamed and jerked and twisted against Marks'
hold.
	"I want to know exactly where she is," he said to the snivelling
woman, then he brought his knee slamming up into her crotch. Her eyes
opened wide and she grunted, and would have fallen had Mark not held
her.

	Devon was laid out on an alter, her wrists manacled in heavy chains
to the top corners of the stone. Her ankles were also bound, but there
was give in the chain so she could move them a little, though not
close them. Her back was cold on the stone and she trembled, both with
cold and fear.
	Around her, the room was in darkness, save for the circle of tall
candles lit all around the alter at a distance of about ten feet.
There were about twenty robed and hooded people standing around just
behind the candles. They were chanting something in German.
	Then one of them stepped forward. He was tall and thin. She could see
nothing of his face behind the hood. Then he pulled the hood back and
she screamed. His face was a hideous mask of hair, with long tusks
coming out from the sides of his huge mouth.
	Then she sighed in relief, realizing it was a mask. The man was
wearing a mask like a monster of some kind. He dropped his robe and
walked up to the alter naked. His entire body was painted red. His
cock was huge! Then she realized that that too was fake.
	It still frightened her, for he apparently intended to stuff the
giant cock into her and she didn't think she could take it and live.
The thing was easily a foot long and as thick as a baseball bat. He
chanted louder than the others, then climbed up onto the alter, coming
down on her.
	She whimpered in fear as she felt the thing against her. It felt like
it was very hard, like bone or something. He pressed it against her
cunt and jammed down, causing pain to shoot into her groin. She
grunted and whined as he put more and more pressure against the
opening.
	Slowly, slowly, she felt the thing forcing her pubic lips wider.
Already they were wider than they had ever been, but they tightened
and widened still further. Her pussy was on fire, burning with agony
as he split her open. She screamed, her body shaking and pulling
against the chains that held her.
	He pushed down harder, letting all his weight come down on the hard
sex organ and forcing it bit by bit up her undersized sex tube. She
felt her pussy tearing open, forced far apart as the blunt hard object
pushed relentlessly down into her body.
	Deeper and deeper it pushed, and she felt her pubic cones separating
as if she were giving birth. It moved further into her, causing
agonizing pains and cramps all through her lower belly. Her groin felt
like it had been torn open, as if she had been stabbed by a terrible
knife or sword.
	Still it forced it's way inward, cramming the walls of her sex apart,
rasping down her silky tunnel until it hit her cervix, and still it
pushed inward, causing incredible pain as it rammed against her cervix
with terrible force.
	She passed out from the pain. That wasn't part of the ceremony,
however. As soon as they realized it someone moved forward with
smelling salts and woke her. She looked up at the devil mask above her
and screamed again.
	Her pussy was bloated with something huge and hard.
	She felt it stuffed way up in her belly and groaned in terrible pain.
Then the demon man began to pull back. The hard cock thing was locked
tightly inside her, her pussy lips so taut around it that it wouldn't
move. He had to exert all his force to slowly rip the thing back down
her pussy, actually lifting up her body from the alter by the force of
the suction her sheathe exerted on the massive thing.
	He pulled it out, then pushed it slowly back in. He wasn't being
gentle or considerate. No amount of force would get the thing to move
faster. He fucked her in slow, measured strokes, groaning and grunting
with the strain as Devon wept and shook.
	Slowly he managed to work up some speed, though not much, and fucked
down into her hard enough to make her grunt loudly every time the
thing thrust into her. He fucked for long minutes until finally he
reached down to his groin and squeezed the base of the fake cock.
	Something hot and wet sprayed into Devon's belly. It wasn't like a
cum, with it's small shooting wads. This was a massive outpouring as
if someone had turned on a hose inside her. The liquid was very hot
and bubbled in the deepest recesses of her sex as the demon man slowly
pulled the hard bone-like cock out of the tight confines of her pussy.
	Finally it pulled free and her opening gaped, thick red liquid
gushing out of it. She looked at it in horror, thinking it was blood
and knowing she would die from that great a wound. She didn't feel
like she'd been cut, but the pain in her abdomen was enough to blur
something like that.
	She waited to get cold and weak, which she knew was what happened
when you lost a lot of blood, yet it didn't happen. The blood, if it
was blood, wasn't hers. The man got back down off of her and held his
arms in the air, shouting something. The others responded and slowly
moved forward, standing around him.
	Then he turned back to Devon and he had a hideous long knife in his
hand. She stared up in terror as he raised it above her chest,
chanting along with the others. Suddenly a shot rang out and the man
was thrown backwards, landing on the floor in a tangle of limbs.
	The others started screaming. They broke and ran in all directions as
Devon slumped back against the alter. A man came over and stood next
to her, gazing down at the blood still coming from her cunt in horror.
	"It's not mine." she said.
	He looked at her with an odd expression then looked relieved.
	"Well, that's good. I'm glad to finally meet you, Miss Hunter. I've
come to take you home."

	Not a bad week, he thought to himself as he parked the car and got
out. It had been easy work, all things considered. Very rewarding too.
It wasn't every day you freed more than a hundred enslaved women, most
of them teenagers or younger. He opened the front door of the mansion
and stepped through.
	Amber came bouncing in from the other room, where she'd been watching
TV. Her face was happy and her eyes wide and pleased as he locked the
door behind him.
	"Welcome home, Master." she squealed. "Wanna fuck me?"
	"Yes, Amber. I think I do," he grinned. He gripped her hair, pulling
her face against his crotch. She giggled, her hands fumbling at his
belt and pulling his pants down. Once his cock sprang out she turned
and bent over, spreading her legs. He knelt and stuffed his cock into
her.

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