Each and every twenty-four hour period under my care was to become a 'first day Belowstairs' for Jaimee. There was precious little novelty in the sort of rapes and tortures I subjected the blonde to in the months that I owned her. Rather, it was the intensity of the abuse I administered to Jaimee's body that marked each morning when the bitch was slapped wide awake. And reintroduced to her status as a lowly whore.
The rope work was key. With Amy sold off to a prostitution ring (and Adria confined to sessions of nipple/clitoris torment) I spent hours and hours prepping Jaimee's fine, nude body for sex. Mentally torturing the slut by describing in detail (as I worked) how each knot was meant to limit her movement. And how each gnawing loop of rope was designed to contort Jaimee's helpless body into a position that her Master deemed best for fucking.
She would beg for mercy...which I expected and came to truly appreciate. Jaimee would whimper...and pathetically ask me to 'please, please' be more gentle with the lengths of rope and/or the swaths of duct tape I utilized to immobilize her body for sex torture. Depending upon how she was to be raped I could pay special attention to how tightly the leather thongs could be snarled about Jaimee's ankles...keeping those luscious legs wide, wide apart. And it became clear to me that as anal sex (and the incredible pain a female experiences when being subjected to anal rape) evolved into an especially nice way of disciplining Jaimee that the excruciating torque and tension of binding up the whore's arms behind her back fulfilled my craving to punish this beautiful young girl.
As I've said, we'd 'talk'. Actually I would be doing the majority of the insulting and the threatening and the name calling as poor Jaimee usually had a sturdy butt-plug mouth gag shoved inside her sniveling little maw prior to being raped. So I would chat about what portions of her body pleased me the most (pound that cunt!) and which portions of her anatomy that I found less than stellar when she was naked (hammer that ass!) as Jaimee grunted in agony. Due to the daily (sometimes twice or thrice daily) onslaught of my cock.
The whore knew that Amy was never going to see the light of day outside the brothel I had chosen for her imprisonment. And Jaimee was also especially aware of the cruel regimen of torture I was foisting upon Adria in my spare time. And how that particular brand of torment 'changed' pretty girls. And how maybe (just, 'maybe') I was using Adria's perfect young body as a template of torture training so that if and when I decided to start in on Jaimee's execution, well...I would know exactly which sadistic methods induced the most crippling, agonizing pain. To nipples, to rectums, to bare feet...to labium.
Adria was, after all. a very powerful screamer. And Jaimee was ordinarily forced to witness Adria's punishment sessions. But only AFTER I had raped both girls senseless.
With the hours of pre-rope work accomplished and my erection delving dogged depths of Jaimee's tender insides the blonde would plead for me to 'fuck Adria instead, please!'. As my hands manipulated Jaimee's body into positions that I knew were especially painful for a female to endure forced (and brutal) sex thrusts. At other times it was merely the grunting, the groaning, the sobbing that only an invasive dildo gag or ball gag could induce within a girl who truly thinks that rape is a far worse ordeal than a whipping to her vulva. Jaimee was to experience all of that and more, under my care. The blonde's body was precious to me...and I was certain I could wring out every ounce of pain from each of Jaimee's feet, legs, breasts and hips.
"Thank you for taking Adria's dirty panties out of my filthy mouth sir. Please...please fuck her now. Master...m-my b-body can't take anymore today. PLEASE! Oh, God...no! Not my ass again! Please! PLEASE SIR! Oh, noooo...please! PLEASE! Uuggh! EE - aarrgghh! MAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!"
Jaimee would scream - spin atop the bed as she was corkscrewed mercilessly by my penis - and Adria would tremble in fear a few doors down. Adria would try to ignore the ache in her own nipples and her own battered womb...well knowing that her fate might be identical to Amy's. Or worse...the same as Jaimee's.
"Naagghh! Oh, please, please, please have mercy! Uugghh! EE - AARRGGHHHHHH!!"
Until another set of Adria's soiled panties or one of her unwashed bikini tops or (perhaps) a lovely pair of knee socks still stained with sweat from a torture session would find its way back inside Jaimee's mouth. So that I could continue fucking the blonde's worthless body in peace. And the pair of us could discuss if Jaimee was more frightened of having her nipples pierced by scorching hot lancets OR an enema featuring steam from a nearby basement boiler.
But even a slut like Jaimee deserved a break from time to time. Those were the periods when Adria herself learned how blindingly painful anal sex could be. If the man performing the act took his time, knew his craft and despised his victim. Amy was gone. Sold off. Adria was doomed. I was about to unveil a final Dolcett torment to the bitch the next time I had Adria's nude body strapped to my upright 'A'-frame. That would leave just Jaimee soon. Jaimee and that body. Jaimee and those screams. I was intent on making every day Belowstairs for Jaimee into a 'first day' of pain and humiliation. I was committed to her suffering. The whore deserved my best and my worst.
In conclusion I must admit that - as I raped Jaimee - I would taunt her and advise her to 'enjoy' herself if she could. I would casually announce to the blonde that 'this part doesn't hurt as much' or perhaps 'this may not leave a mark' as the rape (and the agony, and the shame) droned on for hour after hour. To me - with a beauty like Jaimee - rape is not about power. It's about fear. And I learned a long time ago with a few select females that the gateway to 'fear' is physical pain. That's why I tortured Amy. That's why I'm torturing Adria. And that's why I will torture Jaimee. Because rape isn't enough.
These girls need to be taught a lesson.