At five feet, ten inches tall Sage Murphy was taller than most of the females the Controller raped. But a skimpy black dress, a pair of bare shoulders and (in the Controller's opinion) a piss poor attitude was all it took for Sage to be 'recruited' for duty Belowstairs. She was an extremely unlucky young woman.
Whilst the bitch was still in her spit, scratch n' struggle mode the Controller took great pleasure in cinching the knots of Sage's binding ropes extra tight. All that lovely length was face up and spread-legged atop one of the Controller's mattresses as poor Sage was already one robust beating into her long tenure as a worthless sex slave. Belowstairs.
These first few attacks upon the redhead's pussy were calculated and cruel. What with Sage's wrists being pulled ever so painfully above her shoulders and tethered to the headboard. What with the twenty-nine year old's exquisite legs being splayed so agonizingly far apart and roped at the ankles to the foot posts. Sure, there was still some clawing and some spitting, but pretty Sage was now sure to receive the deep hurt that only a Controller could administer to a whore's helpless body.
Original penetrations were such a luxury to the sadist of 2112 Division Street. In witnessing how his victim's pale shoulders arched as his cock viciously split her apart against her will. Driving his thick shaft home. Then listening to Sage whimper as the rapidity of his thrusts began the long delicious process of ruining the slut's vulva.
How Sage howled. How our Controller laughed. At five feet, ten inches tall there was a LOT of Sage to be subjected to physical punishment.
Even flat upon her back there were sufficient mounds of Sage's breast meat for the Controller to crush, bite and gnaw. Especially her erect nipples. Despite the excruciating pain of the sex-torture Sage soon learned the interplay of her rapist's jaws upon the tips of her breasts in time with the 4/4 beat of his laden cock slamming into her wrecked pussy.
Screams - and then pleas for mercy - rebounded against the stone walls of the Controller's prison.
A victim that tall is a thing to behold in the throes of abuse. In the snares of abject humiliation. Sage tried to control her willowy, restrained body during that first half dozen or so rapes...yet knew immediately in her heart how much her kidnapper enjoyed the play of her long legs...the straining of her hips...and the swaying of her breasts as he spent hours inside her (now) aching vagina. That pain - and that shame - tripled when Sage's tormentor flipped her exceptional body onto her belly. And Sage grew to understand and accept the joy a good, strong Man could experience as he takes ownership of a useless woman's anus.
The Controller would be the first to say that Sage wasn't truly his 'type'. But the overly large breasts and the length of her legs made Sage something worth pulverizing. Made Sage's clitoris a target of spirited and concentrated anger that finally gave the doomed twenty-nine year old sex kitten a semblance of 'value' in the Controller's demanding eyes.
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(To an invisible third party looking from behind it would be a forlorn image. A powerfully built man in only a pair of blue jeans half leading, half carrying a tall, naked female inside what looked to be a torture chamber. It would be apparent that the lady was drop-dead gorgeous...and that she - despite her utter exhaustion and paralyzing fear - was frantically begging for mercy. It would be a treat to see the victim's long legs being displayed atop four-inch high heels. And the crisscross of scarlet welts along her lower back, ass cheeks, hamstrings and calves that bore witness to her preliminary training Belowstairs. Then - as the pair in front of our nameless Observer turned in profile at the very threshold of the punishment area - it would be possible to appreciate the scope and contours of the sexy female's exquisite breasts. And we might be left wondering if those brutally large slave rings inserted into EACH of her nipples were there the day she'd been kidnapped. Or - if not - what levels of pain might the whore have experienced if it were the Controller who'd selected and placed this especial jewelry onto her tits. This pale, forlorn woman who now stood a fifty/fifty chance of being skinned alive in the next month or so. At five feet, ten inches tall there would seem to be plenty of material to work with if Sage Murphy was to be subjected to just that.)