Poor Erin was writhing in absolute agony...and the Controller was thoroughly enjoying himself.
He'd left the bitch in only her revealing, taupe top...the one with the spaghetti straps that looked so exquisite against the twenty-seven year old's bare shoulders. No bra. No panties. And barefoot. Twisting in pain as she hung for the Controller's amusement by her wrists.
Erin was Belowstairs. Had been for almost three days and three nights now.
These torture sessions allotted what little value Erin had to her kidnapper. She'd been raped, of course. About a dozen times. In various ways atop various mattresses. The sadist who now owned poor Erin Czech reveled in the sexual abuse of her languid, willowy, body. But it was the torture sessions that thrilled the Controller. Witnessing the pale, watery blue of his victim's eyes pleading for mercy. Yet having already been 'trained' to keep her filthy mouth shut as much as humanly possible.
Despite the excruciating pain.
Every rape - each physical application of agonizing torment to Erin's nipples, or feet, or anus - had been kicked off with a little ceremony. Erin had been obligated to place a token of her abandoned dignity inside a stainless steel bucket just without the massive door of her torturer's playroom. Once it was a British coin that the auburn haired beauty had had to keep inside her mouth for hours...as her vulva was scrubbed painfully clean by the Controller. On another occasion it was a picture of her younger sister that Erin's rapist seemed keen on bringing into their conversation. A satin brassiere. A pair of (to Erin) degrading high heels (footwear she'd never owned) taken off at the threshold...then - in a spasm of humiliation - dropped into the Pig Bucket.
At the base of the infamous Yellow Door.
Whence inside sexy Erin was writhing in agony.
"Please! Please, sir...no...no more! PLEASE! I'm...I'm begging s-sir! Please master...th-this whore wants you to fuck her again. PLEASE! My ass...sir, my...my m-mouth. PLEASE! Oh, God...please not that......PLEASE! AA - uugghh! EE - aarrrrgggghhhhhh!!"
With her magnificent breasts heaving within the flimsy top that Erin had (now) regrettably worn the morning of her capture the Controller utilized the wide paddle that was so capable of administering searing pain to his slave's butt cheeks. Already a cruel dark crimson, Erin couldn't comprehend how after an hour of constant beating her wretched fanny could absorb more punishment. Without bursting forth with blood. But the Controller was careful. Selective in his brutal, sweeping strokes. Doomed Erin hung helplessly by her wrists from the ceiling of the chamber with barely a chance for her pretty toes to make contact with the cold cement floor.
WHACK! WHACK!! WHAAAACCKK!!!!
"Na - aagghh! Arrrrgggghhhhhh! EE - aarrrrgggggghhhhhh!! PLEASE! Please, sir...stop! PLEASE! Oh, please please stop. Please...oh, please sir. Uu - uugghh! Naarrgghhhhhh! EE - AAGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Whenever she was cuffed around like this both Erin and the Controller knew that criminally painful anal sex was on the menu for later. By that time the slutty, taupe top would have been balled up in a corner of the torture chamber. And lovely Erin would be efforting her best submissive self to accommodating her Master's deep, deep rape thrusts with a pair of pinching, biting, gnawing stationery clips on EACH of her brown nipples.
"Oh, please stop! PLEASE! I'll...I'll obey you sir. This slut w-will obey her k-kind, merciful boyfriend! PLEASE! No more...no more...PLEASE! Oh, God please just fuck me as much as y-you like s-sir. Please! Oh, please...NO! Oh, please God, no! NO! PLEASE!! EE - aagghhhhhh! Naaaarrrrrrgggghhhh!!"
The wide paddle had a thick handle, an abrasive hitting surface and was streamlined for underground use. Poor Erin was writhing in agony. And the Controller couldn't recall when he'd had this much fun before with such a worthless whore.