He was done with Allie. For now. So he left the naked blonde in her upright restraints and allowed Allie's overworked lungs and alarming heart rate to gradually diminish the memory of the searing physical pain she'd just been subjected to. He was well and done with Allie's body for the time being. But he kept the nipple clamps attached to the sweet, sensitive tips of the helpless woman's breasts...and left poor Allie with her lovely legs splayed so wickedly wide apart that even in solitude the former barkeep would wallow in waves of creeping agony for hours to come.
"I know it's uncomfortable to have your torso thrust off kilter from your hips slut...but it's necessary. See, when I come back - IF, I come back - I just might want to tighten these clips on your pink little nipples. You stay here and behave Allie. Behave...and pray that I take that tape off your lips and that rag from inside your mouth before tomorrow morning. Tell you the truth, I do believe we can get your legs just a wee bit further apart next time. So...something to look forward to, right, blue eyes?"
And, like I said, with that the Controller was done with one whore. And already salivating over another.
Jolene was waiting where he'd left her. Naked, her long black hair coiled up into a bun and propped atop six-inch stiletto heels. All legs and breasts and hips nicely tucked away inside her fucking cage whilst the Controller had sadistically played with Allie next door. After leaving the connecting door wide open so that Jolene couldn't help but listen to the muffled screams of her best friend.
"On the bed..."
Without the slightest hesitation Jolene obeyed. Because the Controller wasn't done with HER body...in fact, he was just beginning to fall into a satisfying routine with the well tanned slut's vagina, mouth and anus. Her hands bound up very painfully behind her back Jolene manuevered herself onto the narrow, twin-sized bed that filled up the majority of the floor space in this particular prison cell. In this particular Hell on Earth.
"Yes...y-yes, my Master."
With Allie whimpering in the room behind and Jolene practically begging him to fuck her atop the mattress before him the Controller paused only long enough to take in the irresistible lines of the brunette's exquisite legs and full, inviting breasts. Only in that moment did he decide that he would slap Jolene around a bit before raping her. As she lay pleading for mercy on the bed wherein so many other whores had been punished and broken over the years.
SMACK. SLAP...SMACK! Slap, slap, SLAP! SMACK!! Slap, smack...SMACK, SLAP!!
He was doing it right. The Controller could tell he was making an impression on his prime slave because Jolene's lustrous dark hair spilled sensually out of her tight bun. And with each swipe of the Controller's palm across her tear stained face the former paralegal's hair flew wildly in all directions.
SMACK. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! SMACK!!
"Do...you want...me...to fuck you now?"
SMAAAACCKKKKKK!!!!
Jolene hysterically began offering up her body to her Owner. Promising the Controller unfettered and continued use of her mouth, the depths of her throat, her moistened pussy...even the blinding pain associated with being raped anally. Anything...ANYTHING...if he would just please, please, please stop beating her and if he would cease torturing Allie.
The Controller mercifully curtailed his beat down of Jolene. Took stock of where her beautiful hair had come to rest all across that lovely, lovely face. How Jolene's breasts danced wildly with every contorted swell of her chest brought on by her frenetic breathing. Ha...just like Allie! Ha ha! Torture. And rape. Here it was one in the same. My, oh my, how he'd missed this during his hiatus as a Civilized Male up at street level. Never again.
"I said...do you want your Master to rape you now? And forever?"
Doomed Jolene had just enough composure to simultaneously shake her head 'yes', tell her tormentor that he could do anything he liked with her body AND seductively spread her legs as she arched her back in anticipation of being violently penetrated by the Controller's cock.
The sadist didn't disappoint her.
"Nugh! Ugh...ugh...naarrgghh! NUGH! UU - aarrrrgggghhhhhh!!"
It hurt to be used and utilized in this way. For Jolene. Vaginally. On her back. Wrist bindings gnawing into her spinal column. Her rapist's weight hard atop her and precious little room along that evil twin bed to allow Jolene to adjust her hips in even the slightest way. Just pain from the pounding, hammering erection that controlled her body. Just humiliation from the probing, torpedoing cock that sought to corrupt her mind. Her dignity. Jolene's identity.
"Shut your fucking mouth whore. I don't need to archive your blubbering just to get a nut off. Just take it. TAKE IT! Now...pump those hips or Nipple Black and Nipple Blue get bitten again. Just like yesterday. Remember? You remember...it was right after I shunted that dildo up inside Allie's ass and you made the mistake of asking for a sip of water after only an hour or two of fucking. Remember? I SAID SHUT YOUR GODDAMNED MOUTH!!"
(In a few hours it's certain that the Controller will be done with Jolene. For a time. And blonde and brunette alike will be 'granted' a few moments to recoup side-by-side atop the same twin bed that each is still to this day repeatedly raped upon. This is a new beginning for their Owner, Master and Controller. And Allie and Jolene share the combined privilege and ill luck to be TheP.o.R.T's first guests in almost a year. They are 'test subjects'. Refreshers. From their agonies will be fueled a fresh campaign of stalking, acquiring, using and hurting. All is well in the World. The Controller is back.)