Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
“Damn it, Cora, hold her down; she doesn’t have arms! How hard could it be?” I snap.
“She’s thrashing all over the place; it’s harder than you think,” Cora yells back.
Without warning, our little captive latches onto my arm with her teeth and bites off a chunk of skin.
“You fucking bitch!” I shout, spit flying out of my mouth and landing on her. I punch her across the head, but she’s not entirely knocked out as her head twitches multiple times.
“Fuck, baby, let me see.” Cora dashes over to me, worried. She grabs my arm and examines my wound.
“Let’s get this cleaned up; she’ll pay for this,” Cora demands, scowling at the girl.
She leads me over to the small kitchen, fussing over me like you would a child. She snatches the first aid kit and cleans me up, wrapping a bandage around it.
A chorus of screams breaks out, and we run back into the torture room, which used to be the master bedroom before we renovated it to something we would get more use out of.
“Quick, shove something in her mouth,” I order Cora.
She looks over at the freezer, walks up to it, and opens the door. She digs around and pulls out the girl’s fingerless palm.
Walking back over with an evil cackle, she shoves it into her mouth deep enough that I hear her jaw crack, and she starts choking, saliva running down the corners of her mouth.
Cora whispers diabolically in her ear, “How does your palm taste?”
The girl silently cries, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the saliva. Cora laps it up with her entire tongue.
“Fuck me on top of her,” Cora instructs me, already taking all her clothes off.
Unbuckling my belt, I wrap it as tightly as I can around her neck, fastening it.
“Down on all fours,” I growl. She obeys.
“Ass in the air or I’ll make the belt tighter.”
I place my boot in between her shoulder blades, forcing her into the perfect position as I loom over her.
“Complete submission, pet,” I growl at her.
Letting go of the belt, I go to sit down on the wooden chair and take in the sight of her.
Slapping my thigh, she leaps up onto all fours, head down, and crawls over to me, stopping and sitting up on her knees with her hands in her lap.
Opening the freezer, which is directly beside me, I find what I’m looking for. “Open,” I tell her.
Cora opens her mouth wide as I hold the finger sideways, touching each side of her mouth. “Close.”
She does as she’s told. Standing up, I grab the end of the belt and command, “Walk, pet.”
She goes down on all fours and crawls like a dog beside my right leg, and I pull the belt up, making her stop. “Oh, pet, you’re walking too fast.”
She slows her pace, crawling around the special chair where our captive is being restrained.
When we first started our hunting expedition, AJ gutted the master bedroom in the RV and drew blueprints for a custom OBGYN chair, also known as the special chair.
We put all our female victims in it.
It looks like your typical OBGYN chair, except it's a pro model.
The arms of the chair are thicker and longer, able to accommodate any body size. Both have bulky leather cuffs that buckle around the wrist on each arm.
Each leg stirrup has a table boot attached.
AJ, being the sick bastard he is, thought of every detail.
The table boots are ‘L’ shaped and made of solid plaster, so when the legs are in the boot, the boot comes up to mid-calf.
The bottom of your foot lies flat and is open in the front with no plaster.
This allows circulation. Each boot has a leather cuff that buckles around the calf.
The leg stirrups are very adjustable and can be spread completely horizontal, allowing all holes to be accessible.
The chair is vinyl to make for a quick cleanup.
Right underneath the vinyl seat is an extendable table that comes out to a little over two feet. It comes in handy and can handle extra weight.
After we finish our walk around the chair, she kneels in front of me, and I pat her head as she looks up at me. “Such a good pet.”
Then I take the belt and pull. Hard.
She’s chokes, her instincts kicking in as she tears at the collar, trying to breathe again.
I smile down at her at the idea of having complete control as she writhes all over.
I loosen the belt, and she sucks in air, quickly getting back into a kneeling position, waiting for instruction.
Running my fingers through her hair, I yank her head back, forcing her to look up at me.
Grating my teeth, I growl, “Say it.”
“I’m yours, master,” Cora rasps, swallowing deeply.
“Obey your master. Unzip my pants, and take my cock out.”
She obeys, urgently taking out my semi-hard cock.
“This is your fault; I should be fully erect!” My anger at her is growing.
Using my free hand, I take my cock and slap her across the face a few times.
“Open your mouth and lean back, now!” I shout.
I see the slickness between her legs; Cora gets off on degradation.
Gathering saliva into my mouth, I spit directly into the back of her throat.
“Now, swallow.”
After she swallows, I demand, “Stick your tongue all the way out.”
Taking my cock, I slap the top of her tongue a few times before plunging it into her mouth. Wrapping the belt around my hand a few times, I yank it forward so her nose crushes against my pubic hair. She gags profusely around my dick, her eyes wide.
“Suck and loosen your throat, or you know what will happen next.”
The girl sobs in the background. I completely forgot about her. I smirk, her cries making my dick harder. Looking over at her, I remark, “Must be tough not being able to cover your ears.”
Cora moans around my cock as I thrust forcefully, treating her like the hole she is. Spit tumbles down the sides of her mouth, and tears form in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.
I yank harder on the belt, knowing I’ve cut off her windpipe again.
She can’t help but fight back; it’s human nature, but I hold her in place because this is my favorite part.
She passes completely out. Her jaw finally loosens, and her throat relaxes, so I’m able to slide my cock further in and thrust a few times.
I love a wet mouth, especially like this.
I let up slightly on the belt, pull my hand back, and slap her across the face.
She comes to.
I undo the belt, since she was a good little pet, and she grabs at her throat, heaving for air.
Picking her up by her waist, I place her on the special chair where our dear Abby is strapped down and spread-eagled. There’s just enough room right in front of her pussy for Cora’s ass, but I slide out the little table underneath anyway to make sure she is comfortable.
She looks at me with a corrupt gleam in her eyes.
Cora lies back on top of Abby, her head resting just below Abby’s breasts. She reaches up and clasps onto Abby’s full breasts firmly.
Abby cries out, her voice breaking. Cora places her feet on top of Abby’s, which are in the leg boots, both of them wide open, inviting me in.
Cora takes one of her hands and finds her pussy, exposing herself before me.
“Fuck me first, and then we can play with her,” she moans.
Lining my dick up with Cora’s entrance, I ram into her, letting out a guttural groan as I fuck her like a maniac.
Cora is latching on to Abby’s breasts with her nails to keep herself in place while I thrust into her roughly. Abby’s cries intensify, which only makes me go faster.
Just as I’m about to come inside of her, Cora shoves me back.
“Fuck her ass,” she whispers savagely.
She hauls herself up, so her head is resting on Abby’s right shoulder, still spread wide. Cora begins finger fucking herself, moaning uncontrollably.
Abby’s tight hole is fully extended already due to the chair.
I grip the side of the chair with one hand, grab my cock with the other, and line it up with her ass.
As I move my cock back and forth, hitting her ass cheeks, the tip of my cock grazes her entrance. Her voice is hoarse from screaming, and she’s writhing on the chair, but with Cora on top of her, her movement is limited.
Without warning, I drive my cock inside her puckered hole, and she screams at the top of her lungs.
Cora is moaning so loudly, I can tell she’s about to come.
“Let’s come together, baby,” she says as she lifts her hips toward my face.
Picking up speed, I pull out all the way and slam my cock all the way in, groaning at how tight Abby is.
Thinking about the blood coating my cock sends me over the edge; my balls tighten as my eyes roll in the back of my head. The tingling sensation that started in my back grows until ropes of cum spurt in her ass.
At the same time, Cora moans loudly and squirts all over my face.
“That’s my obedient little pet.” I lick my lips, cleaning up her mess.
I hover inside Abby for a minute as my cock jerks the last bit of cum into her.
I bring Cora to me, lifting her off Abby, and I devour her mouth with mine.
She’s just as depraved as I am; she’s my drug, and I’m addicted.