Stolen Pleasure Chapter 5

“Okay, Boy-o, Mom and you in the back for a couple of hours.”

“What’s up?” The boy asked.

“Look, I may be willing to let you work with me, but don’t think for a minute that I trust you yet. I don’t want you or mommy over there to see where I live or how to get there.” He paused and looked at Brandon menacingly. “I also don’t need to remind you that this is no partnership, do I? You do as I say when I say it without question.”

“Of course,” Brandon rushed to answer, “Absolutely, I’m sorry to question. We’ll go in back till you say differently. Really, I’m sorry.” Brandon jumped from his seat, grabbed the woman and went to the back. There was on large bed that was not occupied and he pushed the woman on it and then lay himself on the edge. “Try to get some sleep. I’m sure you’re gonna need it when we get there.” He ordered.

“Brandon,” the woman whispered, “ I need to talk to you. We can get out of here, we can get away, we’ll forget everything that’s happened and go back to the way things were. Please, Honey, please, this isn’t you, you don’t have this rage in you, it’s him. I know that we can be a family again all of us together and happy and 3;.”

Brandon jumped up and straddled her. He grabbed her by the throat to cut off the voice. “You’d take all this away from me?” He growled? “You, you, you, always you. You want things back the way they were because before you were the one with the power. You were the one in control, you were the one calling the shots. You, you, you!” With each ‘you’ he hit her harder and harder. She cried and screamed as he hit her over and over. His voice went from a hiss to yelling out loud. “You will never talk to me again! You will never look at me again, you will never breath again unless I give you permission! You are nothing! You are no one! You are my property and you’ll do what I say when I say it and only what I say! What do I have to do to get it through your stupid head the way things are? There is no going back, there is no running, and there is no hiding. This is your life! Get used to it!”

She stared at him as he screamed in her face with spittle flying from his mouth to her face. She looked at her son and saw a stranger. It was a comfort, she realized, not seeing this person as her son any longer.

“Hey, back there, what’s the problem?” The man yelled from the front.

“Schools in and I’m teaching this bitch the rules of life.” Brandon yelled back.

“Do it quieter, traffic is slowing down for some reason and I don’t need any extra attention.”

The woman looked at the window, but the boy saw the direction of her gaze and jumped at her a split second before she dove for it. He caught her in midair and dragged her to the floor. She struggled with him violently, but Brandon quickly overpowered her and pinned her to the floor. He couldn’t find anything to tie or gag her with so he reached behind himself and pulled off his shoes and then his socks. They smelled pretty bad since he had been wearing them since the previous day. He balled one up and shoved it into her mouth. He rolled her on her side and tied her hands behind her back with the other one.

He rolled her onto her back and looked at her. He lifted himself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed She was gagging on the socks trying to spit them out. He put his foot over her mouth to shove them back in and stopped. He liked the look of his foot on her mouth. He rubbed his foot experimentally over her face. It felt good and looked even better. He rubbed her cheeks, her eyelids, and her forehead. He pushed her nose between 2 of his toes and squeezed. He laughed as she struggled to breath around the socks. When he released her nose he kept his toes wrapped around her nose so her gasp of breath was drawn over his sweaty toes. It tickled him and he did it several times laughing at her every time and pushing his toes even harder against her nose.

He loved the look of disgust on her face. He could smell his feet all the way up on the bed. He couldn’t imagine how bad they smelled close up. He was rubbing her lips with his toes when he got an idea. He pulled the sock out of her mouth and before she could close it, he shoved his toes in. “Suck it, cunt.” He whispered. She screwed up her face at the taste. Salty, sour, sticky. She gagged once and then twice. “You puke, you’ll lick that up too.” He warned. She swallowed hard and tried not to gag anymore. “Suck them, I said!” he growled, shoving his toes deeper into her mouth. She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around his biggest toe. She sucked and licked his toes while he watched her.

“Open your eyes and look at me while you suck them.” He rasped. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He withdrew his foot and put his other foot in front of her face. “Lick it.” He demanded. She stuck out her tongue and moved it over his foot. He watched her run her tongue over and in between his toes. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was so hard it hurt. She took a toe into her mouth and sucked it.

Watching her there, tied up on the floor with his foot in her mouth and his other foot on her stomach pushing down, seeing her helpless and forced to suck his toes was too much. He started to rub his cock up and down.

She released one toe and sucked the next one into her mouth. It was like she was giving each of his toes a blowjob. He moved his other foot up to her nipple and pinched it between his toes. She winced in pain, but didn’t stop sucking. He jerked himself faster and faster. “Suck faster,” he moaned. She sucked hard on his toes, licked between them, nibbled the ends and swirled her tongue in between them.

He pumped harder and harder and as he came, he shoved in as many toes as he was able. He raised his other foot and shot his load on it. He closed his eyes for a second, and then looked at the woman. He lowered his cum smeared foot to her face. “Clean it good and I’ll untie you.” He said. She licked the top of his foot slurping the gobs of cum from the top of his arch down to his toes and in between them where the cum had dripped. On to the sole of his foot where the final drips of cum hid.

“Bet you never did that with Dad, did you?’

“No.” She whispered looking away.

He looked closer at her. “Are you hot?” he asked.

She looked at him shocked, “No, of course not!” she answered angrily.

He raised his foot and thumped it heavily onto her stomach. “Bitch, when are you gonna learn?” He yelled, “Now how should you have answered me?”

“No, Master.”

“I don’t believe you. Spread your legs.” He sneered. She hesitated a moment and then did it. He pushed his foot between her legs and felt wetness. “You did like it, didn’t you!” he laughed as he moved his foot over her cunt. He rubbed and pushed, watching her nipples get hard and her breathing get ragged. “You love it, you whore. You belong under my foot, you want it, don’t you!” She wouldn’t respond. He stopped moving his foot. Before she could stop herself, she moaned in disappointment.

“HA!” He laughed, “No, I’m not turned on 3;No I don’t like it..” He whined in a mocking falsetto voice. “Bullshit! You love it!” He laughed again. He rubbed her clit with his big toe and pushed in and out of her cunt with his other foot.

“God you’re wet. Your pussy is so juicy. Cum for me baby, cum on my foot. If you cum for me, I’ll untie you.” He rubbed faster and pumped in and out of her. His foot made a sloppy wet sucking sound as he pushed in and out of her. His other foot rubbed her clit hard and fast.

“You slut, you foot slut. You’re so wet I could shove my whole foot up you to my knee you’re so wet.” He was chanting to her, feeding to her excitement, rubbing and pumping her with his feet. “Cum for me, cum on me, cum on me you fucking slut, cum on my foot 3;.” She cried out and he felt his foot bathed in wetness. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, her chest was red and she shuddered over and over.

“I know you now.” He said. “You’re mine now.”

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“We’re home!” The man yelled to the back a few hours later.

They came to the front and watched the man open an almost hidden gate on a road that was overgrown and imperceptible. The road went on for another 10 miles down weedy then woody then desolate patches until it opened from a forested patch onto a house that could only be called a mansion. It looked 3 stories high, white, with walk around porches on all stories. It was for all intents and purposes a plantation house with all the extras. The pulled behind it to a huge hanger like garage and stepped out of the RV only after the huge doors had been shut.

“This house is my pride and joy. You see, according to the town records, this house doesn’t even exist. So, I am never ‘here’.”

He went to the wall and hit the intercom. “I’m home, everyone to their places. Four to carry in the garage in 1 minute.” He clicked off the intercom and smiled. “They’re my better slaves that I trust to run things while I’m gone. Mostly I trust them because I have a relative in the cells.”

6 slaves came into the room at a dead run. The skidded to a stop and knelt in front of the man. He immediately kicked one not in perfect line with the others in the face. “You are displeasing,” He pointed to another and said, “Kill him.” The second slave jumped on the first and strangled him immediately. The man didn’t fight. He knew what happened if you fought. A quick death was defiantly preferable and he welcomed the release from his torture and pain.

The remaining slaves bowed to their master and as one asked, “How may we serve you Master?”

“You, you, you and you,” he said pointing to the four largest men, “Carry the slaves in the back of the RV. Take them to the newer cells and put them in shackles. One to a cell with all the usual stuff.”

“As you wish Master,” they said and ran to do what they were told. They hoisted the unconscious slaves and ran away with them into the house.

“Follow me,” he told Brandon and the woman.

The door from the garage led into a hallway. It was dark but after a few yards and 4 doorways, it opened onto a huge main room. There were slaves everywhere. They were holding bowels of candy and fruit, glasses of wine and sodas, plates of meat, delicacies, and pastries. Anything they could have wanted was here with just a nod of the head.

There were also men and women on their knees with their mouths open waiting to suck cock and others laying on beds and couches in every position imaginable, inviting, even begging to be fucked. Brandon looked around and just stared.

“Well, Brandon, welcome home. My name is Gabriele and here, I am God”

“Slaves!” He yelled. All eyes moved to him. “This is Brandon, you will listen to him as you listen to me. He will be able to discipline, use or kill any one of you. He is NOT allowed to leave. If he is seen trying to leave, kill him.”

There was a low monotone, “Yes, Master.” Then everyone looked to the floor again.
Brandon swallowed hard. “I wont try to leave, I swear. I promised.” He paused. “Should I call you Master or Gabriele?”

“You may call me Gabriele. I’ve never let anyone do that before, so I suggest you not push it with me. If I feel things are getting out of hand or that you are disrespectful in any way, I’ll give you to your mother and let her decide your punishment. “

“Don’t worry, I will never give you reason to doubt me.”

“Good, let’s take a look downstairs and see how everyone is settling in. Your father and I have some unfinished business.” They went down a hall and stopped half way, under an unlit ceiling light. Gabriele pushed a picture to the side and pressed the nail it was hanging on. Half the wall moved to the left and revealed a foyer with stairs leading down.

He went first and Brandon and Cunt went behind him. It was well lit, with no dampness like you would expect, but it was cold. The stairs had several 90-degree angles in it. “These stairs were built for security,” Gabriele explained, “There are several places someone could hide to catch an escaped slave. All my uncaged slaves have a post when there is an alarm. Some of them are on these stairs. And escapee would never see them until they were on top of one of my faithful.

Did you notice the doors on the way in? There are 4 doorways going into the garage. They are set up with hidden controls so that if I trap someone in between them, I can kill them with gas or electrocute them. This place was built like a fortress by the one that was here before me.”

“Who was that?” Brandon asked.

“You’ll never find out. It’s not something that anyone here knows and I’ll never tell anyone. Let’s just say it’s a legacy handed down when the time is right and only then. I don’t suggest you ask about it again.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll remember.” Brandon answered.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and walked to the center of the room. It was a huge room. The cells were in the walls seemingly carved into the rock itself. They were in a semi-circle around a center room. There were hallways off to the sides leading into the darkness and other cells.

Brandon looked around as Gabriel walked to the center of the room. “To me.” He yelled. Slaves ran to the center of the room and knelt in front of him. Where they came from Brandon couldn’t see, but they were all beautiful and all completely subservient.

“Where are they new slaves?”

“Master,” a big black man said, “The smallest girl was sent to the nursery for education, the others were tied in the cells as you requested. Cells 59, 60, and 61.”
“Very good. Where is the man?”

“Master, he is in cell 60.”

“Unlock it and bring him to the punishment room.”

“As you wish,” the slave said and ran to the wall at the end of the row. There were shuffling noises and a moan and then they saw the slave pull the father into the room. The slave drug him to the center of the room and pushed him to kneel and then knelt himself.” “Master, after you.”

Gabriel nodded and took Brandon by the shoulder and led him down a hallway. The others followed behind them. “Now, you will have your first real test. We must punish this man and you will come up with how. Once we’re inside, take a look around and see what I have. Ask questions and then we’ll come up with an appropriate penalty for what he did to me 3; and to you.”

“Yes, sir.” Brandon whispered.

They entered another semicircle room with weapons, blades, branding irons, a tattoo machine, and several items he didn’t recognize. One looked like a medieval rack, another like a mummy’s case with spikes in it? There were chairs with wooden dicks that ended in metal spikes on the seats, a bed of nails, and in the center was an operating table with the lights and everything, as well as straps to tie someone down. It was overwhelming to Brandon and he just walked around and around looking at everything while his father was tied down. The counters held blades, tubes, hammers, and a host of other operating items.

“Well, do you see anything that you like?” Gabriele asked.

He turned and looked at his father lying there looking at him confused. “Is he still drugged?” He asked the man?

“Shouldn’t be, might be shock. Slap him around or throw water on him. Whatever you want. I am here to observe you only. It’s a test, be sure you pass.” He moved to a throne like chair and sat down. Immediately 4 female slaves were by and on him. Rubbing against him, sucking and licking his neck. Massaging his shoulders and feet.

Brandon went to the bound man. “How does it feel to be helpless?” he asked.

The man paused and then asked with heartbreak in his voice, “I don’t understand what’s going on. Brandon, did you plan this?”

“No,” he answered and laughed. “That’s the amazing thing. I wasn’t supposed to be there, remember? You were the ones he wanted and he took what he wanted. Now he’s teaching me to take what I want.” He looked over his shoulder. “Cunt, come here.” He snapped.
She slowly approached. “Tell him your name.” He demanded.

“My name is cunt.” She mumbled.

“Louder!!” He yelled at her.

“My name is cunt!’ She said out loud and finally met the eyes of the man on the table. They both had tears streaming down their faces.

“And who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Master.” She said.

“Very good,” Brandon gloated. He reached over and felt her tit. He pulled down her dress and pushed the teddy to the side. “Look here,” he told the father, “Look at her beautiful new jewelry. Aren’t they lovely?” Brandon taunted as he moved around the woman and grabbed her breasts in both hands from behind. He squeezed until she tightened up from pain. “She belongs to me now, not you. Cunt,” he said, “How many times have I fucked you?”

“I didn’t count, Master, 2 or 3?”

“Good enough, and did you cum?” The boy left the woman and went to the table looking into the father’s face as he sneered at him.

“Yes, Master.” She said looking down.

“You called me a freak,” he barked at the man, “You called me a horny bastard, you beat the shit out of me for doing what SHE wanted!!! You pay for that now! She’s mine and as soon as this is all over, I’m gonna fuck her right on top of you!”

He ran to the counter and grabbed a pair pruning shears. “Fingers, I want to take off his fingers for doing that to me!”

“No!” screamed the father and the woman, “Please! I’ll do what you want forever, just don’t hurt him, please!” She begged. She threw herself onto her knees and grabbed the boy around the waist. He punched her in the face and she flew back. “You,” he pointed to a slave, “Hold her out of my way but where she can see.” He ordered.

“Which ones? All of them? Some of them? Do you want him after or do I get to kill him?” Brandon called to the man.

“He will serve me. Take a few, but leave the thumbs. You wouldn’t believe how clumsy someone is without his thumbs!” He laughed.

The slaves moved behind him, holding gauze and tape and a butane torch. “What’s all this?” Brandon asked them.
“They knelt and one answered, “Master, we are here to help you. We will cauterize the wounds and then dress them. We will make sure he gets no infection so he will live to serve the Master as he wishes.”

Brandon nodded and then moved back to his father.

“Please, have mercy,” he begged.

The boy smiled and nodded. “I think I will have mercy,” he paused and then to the slaves, “Let her go.” He looked at the two of them, so sickeningly in love. “I’m giving her to you one last time, I’m going to let her fuck you while I cut off your fingers. Enjoy it, because it’s the last time you will ever touch her.” They both gaped at him.

“Climb on up there, cunt, get on and start riding because it’s a race. Can I cut off his fingers before you make him cum? If you can make him cum first, I’ll stop, I’m aiming for 2 fingers on his right hand and three on his left. That’s five I want. If you make him cum before I’m through, I’ll stop where ever I am.” He laughed. “Of course it’s going to be kind of hard since It’s gonna hurt a lot!”

She moved towards the bed and kissed the man on the lips, they whispered something too softly to be heard and then climbed up on the table. She stripped off all her clothes while everyone watched and then undid the belt and pants of the man. She struggled to pull them down and kick them to the floor. Still standing, she reached between her legs and rubbed herself so the father could see. He cock began to rise and she smiled at him. She slowly sank down and impaled herself on his cock, they both moaned.

Brandon rushed forward and grabbed the hand closest to him. He took the index finger in between the blades of the pruning shears and waited as he watched them. She started riding the father. They both were smiling into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t think so,” Brandon growled and squeezed the shears.

The man screamed and almost bucked the woman off the table. She held on and yelled to him, “Look at me. Only look at me. Don’t feel anything but me, look into my eyes and hold on to me!”

Brandon felt the bone break like a twig and the finger was off. “That’s one, ladies and gents!” he laughed.

He then went for the middle finger. She was bucking up and down furiously on her husband, they didn’t seem to even blink, and they held each other’s eyes completely.

He sliced through the second finger raggedly; he wiggled the shears to inflict more pain. The man howled and screamed and cried. She cried with him and rode him faster whispering encouragement and love.

The little finger was the last to go on this hand. He grabbed it and without ceremony snapped it off quicker then either of the others. “Hey, guys, I think I’m getting the hang of it!” he yelled at them. She raised herself and played with her tits, fingering the nipples, even trying to lick one, though they were too small to get to her mouth. She moaned and pumped up and down on the man, trying to draw him out, trying to make him cum.

Brandon moved to the other side of the table. “Start burning the stumps,” he ordered the slaves. They put the torch to the bleeding stumps. There was a sizzle and everyone smelled burnt flesh. He grabbed the little finger on the right hand and cut into it. The shears were getting dull, so it was a struggle. He pushed and pushed but only seemed to crush the bone and not snap through it.

The father was sweating, looking into his wife’s eyes, watching her ride him in front of all these people, touching herself, God she was beautiful, God he loved her. Everything else seemed to fade away for a moment and it was just the two of them. Making love and enjoying each other. She saw him smile and smiled back at him. She reached down and leaned over to kiss him as she rode him and then he 3;..came. He moaned and she moaned with him. He felt his cum shoot into her and she received it. They really were soul mates. She could take him away from anything. Then 3;

Reality rushed back like a wave that drags you under. She was on top of him and the pain from his hands was unbearable.

“NO!!” Screamed Brandon. “God damn you two!!” He grabbed the woman and threw her to the floor.

“We had a deal!” The woman yelled.

“Yes we did,” Brandon sulked. And I wont cut off any more of his fingers. That’s the deal.”

Gabriel laughed. “Have you been bested by your slaves, Brandon?” He asked?

Brandon looked to the floor and when he raised his head he had a glint in his eye that made her cringe inside. “I wanted five fingers. I will have five fingers. If not from him, the from you.” And he moved towards the woman.

to be continued ....

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