"Screaming, terrible screaming."

"Why don't the police do anything?"

"About what? Anyway, the police are all owned by the Countess. The Chief is one of her most frequent visitors."

Jack had been unconsciously rubbing his fingers together against her clit as she spoke. Neither of them had really noticed, she because of her fear and he because he was listening intently to her story with one ear and listening for any sound of approaching danger with the other.

He noticed just then what he was doing, and noticed also that his fingers were wet, not from any blood he'd drawn, but with a silky, oily wetness that came from only one place. He said nothing, continuing to rub her clitty as she lay spread out before him.

"What does this Countess look like?"

"She is very tall. Very strong." She gasped. "She has very short blonde hair, though it is not her true color."

"How long has she lived here?"

"Several years ago she came here and purchased the castle from the Baron de Sovnen."

"And she's been getting these... visits since then?"

"At first there were only craftsmen. She brought them from outside the town and they would speak to nobody. Then the visitors started coming. It is dangerous to speak of them."

"Where did these craftsmen come from?"

"From Stuttgartde."

"What company?"

"I do not know."

"And they said nothing about what they did there?" He rubbed a little harder on her clitty and Heidi sighed inaudibly. "Noo. They would not talk with us at all."

"Does the Countess have guards at her castle?"

"Yessss." Heidi gulped, spreading her legs slightly wider. "She has many guards. They have... they have machine-guns." she gasped.

Jack slid a finger teasingly against her slit and eased the tip in between them, then slid it slowly up an down between her wet pussy lips as he continued to manipulate her clitty.

"How many people are at the castle now?" "I... I don't uhhhh... knoooowww." she moaned.

"Have you heard of any other girls disappearing around here?" He pushed his fingertip into her cunt-tube proper, sliding it in to the first joint, then the second. "A... a... few." she whined.

"Often?"

"Nooooooo."

"Who were they? Local?"

"Nooooo. Always... always foreigners."

"How many?"

"I... I don't... maybe five or six."

"Young, old, rich?"

"Young, very young, teenagers, always very very pretty ones."

"I see." His finger was deep into her cunt-hole, buried to the knuckle. Her insides were hot and slick, tugging at his finger as he slowly eased it in and out. He pushed another finger in beside the first, hooking them upwards and sliding them back and forth so they rubbed against the bottom of her clit.

Her breath was short and ragged as her eyes shifted from his face to her groin. Jack slid his other hand up her belly to her left breast, letting it lie atop the round swelling meat, feeling it rise and fall, feeling her sharp, pointed nipple press into his palm, feeling her heart hammering in her chest.

He pushed a third finger into her cunt, stretching her pussy lips wide as he pumped them slowly in and out.

"Do you like that, Heidi?" he asked, as if the question was merely a continuation of the interrogation.

"Yessss." she sighed.

"You're very wet." She blushed redly.

He reached for his pants and quickly unsnapped them, pulling his zipper down and taking out his cock, which had become hot and erect. She looked at it wide eyed, her mouth open as air rushed in and out of her chest.

He lay down, then rolled atop her. She didn't move. Her legs stayed stretched wide apart as if the point of the knife still dug into her thighs. His weight came down on her and she grunted slightly, her eyes staring into his were both frightened and excited.

He reached down for his cock and placed the tip against her slit, rubbing it up and down between her pussy lips, then he centered it and pushed it into her, letting himself sink down into her belly slowly, inch by inch, until he was balls deep in her fuck tunnel.

"You like that, Heidi?" he gasped.

"Yessssss... Ohhhh Yessss!" she whimpered.

He kissed her, his lips pressing fully against hers, pressing her head back into the pillow with their force. Her mouth opened and his tongue shot inside as his hands seized her breasts and began to fondle the malleable flesh.

He let his cock stay buried deep in her belly and began to grind himself against her, pressing his groin into her splayed crotch and moving his ass in slow circles as their tongues slithered together. She strained against the rope holding her wrists, but Jack knew instinctively that she didn't want to be released.

He began to pump against her then, staying deep inside her cunt- pipe as he rutted against her in short sharp humping motions as she moaned beneath him. His hands slid beneath her and gripped her fleshy ass cheeks, jerking her up against his short thrusts.

"Yessss... yessssss!" she sighed.

Then he propped himself up on his elbows and began to thrust in earnest, using the full length of his shaft as he fucked against her with long firm strokes. His oiled cock slid in and out of her straining pussy lips as Heidi sighed and moaned, pulling repeatedly at the rope holding her wrists.

He felt her cunt burning with sexual passion, felt her body shaking and trembling beneath him as she approached orgasm. He hammered his cock down into her tight rubbery fuck-chute, slamming his pubic bone against her crotch as he rutted her.

She threw her head back and strained hard against the ropes, which dug painfully hard into her wrists. She jerked her ass up against him, wanting his cock deep inside her as she flew into her climax. Her body trembled and shook and her head thudded back against the pillow repeatedly.

Jack felt the cum being sucked right out of his cock, like a voracious vacuum on a straw it bubbled out of his balls, down his long cockshaft and spewed out into the pit of her fuck-box, foaming and bubbling with hot salty seeds.

Mandy had progressed faster than Devon. Her mind, less strong, less confident, less intelligent for that matter, was easy prey for Freda and her colleagues. Now she stood against the wall, shivering slightly in anticipation as the customers looked over the girls.

She wore the same studded leather collar around her neck. The collar was thick and big, making it difficult to look down. She wore similar bracelets and anklets, each of which was studded and locked by a small key, and each of which had a small, strong ring of steel so they could be easily fastened and tied.

She wore a bright green G-string that barely covered her shaved slit. Her large round breasts were nude so they could be better appreciated. In addition to the rings on her collar, anklets and bracelets, she had three others.

At her final session the previous day, she had been fitted with rings through her pussy lips and nipple. She herself had cupped each round breast, squeezing it out to make the meat balloon and swell, and her nipple stick out.

Freda had seized each nipple tip with a pair of pliers, squeezing the metal down hard to produce an agonizing burning pain in the shivering brunette. Then she had slowly stuck the thin needle through the end of the nipple, piercing it.

Small gold rings were placed in the holes to protect from infection. They were only for when she was alone however. Now that she was on display they had been replaced by large silver rings, each more than an inch wide.

Her body had screamed in pain and pleasure when Freda had stabbed the needle through her nipple. When she'd done it to her second nipple Amber had cum with a trembling, shaking fury. She had cum again as the needle was pushed through her pussy lips.

She stood straight, her chest pushed out and her legs slightly apart. A wide welcome smile was on her full red lips, and her eyes were wide and friendly. Her long brown hair showered about her shoulder like silk, framing her pretty face.

There were a dozen other girls standing around waiting the three men's choice. All were lovely. All had the same smiles and welcome eyes. All would do anything, absolutely anything that was ordered. Most were high school girls, some barely into their teens. One was a young lawyer of twenty-nine, her arrogance crushed with her spirit.

Not all of the girls were clad as Amber was. Some wore shimmering, translucent silk. Some sore tight, binding teddies and corsets. Some were in leather.

One girl was almost encased in leather. She wore thigh high leather boots with long heels, elbow length leather gloves, leather G-string and halter. The halter had two thin round holes so her breasts stuck straight out in bulging round fleshy sacks. Her entire head was covered in tight leather, leaving only her eyes visible through small slits. There was a zipper where her mouth would be, but it was zipped closed.

One of the men pointed to Amber and her smile lengthened. She walked over to him, looking up with longing into his stern blue eyes. He was tall and thin, with thinning grey hair and a tight, pinched mouth. She knew he wanted to hurt her and fought to keep from squeezing her thighs together.

"Come." he said, his accent thick. He turned his back on her and strode out of the room. Amber quickly followed, hurrying along in his wake, eyes demurely downcast. They moved down a wide hall to an open door and went inside. The room was wide and equipped with many things, not excluding a big brass bed.

He pushed the thickly padded door closed and turned to gaze angrily at her.

"Sit there." he said, pointing to a low bench. She quickly did as he ordered, keeping her legs apart as she'd been instructed.

"Lie back and abuse yourself." She was caught a little at first, but then realized he wanted her to masturbate. She smiled happily. She could do that!

She began to fondle her breasts, doing it as she'd been shown, so he could see as much of her tit meat as possible. One of her hands slid up and down her belly and then into her crotch, which she cupped and rubbed.

Slowly she began to dip her finger in and out of her cunt, rubbing at her clitty. Her finger pushed deeper, and was joined by a second, then a third. She continued to play with her breasts, twisting the nipples, squeezing the rubbery flesh, pressing her fingers deep into the titties.

She arched her back and moaned realistically. Beginning to feel her arousal in reality. Her fingers rubbed quickly, the heat in her pussy burning higher and higher with each passing second.

"Stop." he said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and pulled her hands away. She was panting heavily.

"Come here."

She walked over to where he stood in the center of the room. There were chains hanging from pulleys above them. They were set up so that a girl could be hung in any number of ways.

The man fastened one to each of her leather bracelets than pushed the buttons that worked the pulleys. Amber's arms were pulled up and apart until she stood on her tiptoes. Then she was lifted free of the floor altogether, hanging by her wrists a foot above the stone.

He stood in front of her, still taller than her despite her elevated height. His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, then his fingers squeezed brutally tight, twisting the sensitive flesh cruelly. She whined and shook, her tits flaring with agony. Her cunt burned anew with the pain.

He let go and moved against the wall, where an assortment of articles hung. He pulled down a long bull whip, then reconsidered and placed it back on it's peg. Instead he pulled down a cat o' nine tails and a thin cane.

He walked over to Amber, who trembled fearfully. He moved behind her, setting down the cat and hefting the cane. He slashed it through the air a couple of times, hearing the satisfying hiss as it cut the air.

He gazed down at the girl's lovely rounded buttocks and smiled cruelly. They would not be so smooth and white when he was finished. His name was Gunther. He was in his late sixties, but still strong, and still full of hate for Americans.

In his twenties, he had been in the SS, and had never recovered from the humiliation of Germany's surrender to the degenerate Americans. He hated them more than he hated anything, except jews of course. He hated jews more than even Americans.

The countess had been kind enough to provide him with several young Israeli girls, each of whom he had brutally tortured and raped to death.

It was an expensive hobby, but one which kept him occupied and happy. Right now, he was waiting for another jew. The Countess promised one was en route and would arrive in a few days. Until then, he would have his pleasure with this sluttish American girl.

He brought the cane cracking down against Amber's buttocks, sending her lower body jerking forward as she screamed in pain. An angry red line appeared across her twin cheeks. Gunther gazed at it in satisfaction. The cane lashed out again, and again and again, each time producing a howling shriek of agony from the girl and a nasty red welt on her round fleshy buttocks.

Each time he felt the cane smash into her sweet flesh, his cock hardened more. Each scream raised the intensity of his pleasure. He slammed the cane against he ass again, rocking her forward and causing another agonized shriek to echo through the room.

Gasping, he dropped the cane and moved against the girl. His hand felt her ravaged buttocks, felt them almost pulsing with heat and pain. He dropped his pants and brought his own red hot erection up against her flesh, rubbing it against her cheeks.

Then he centered the point against her anus and pushed hard, forcing it through her tight sphincter and up into her asshole. She whimpered and groaned, the burning pain of her ass cheeks dazing her with it's intensity, yet still the pleasure was there, heady, glorious, rising with each blow until now it was on the edge of a precipice.

The hard male cock stabbed up into her asshole and pushed her over the edge. She grunted and moaned, her body dancing in it's bonds as she rutted her ass back against Gunther. He cursed and snarled, ramming his cock deep up her anus, his hands like steel bands on her thighs, pulling them apart as he tore his cock in and out of her rectum.

Her asshole clamped around his cock, sucking and chewing on it as the orgasm tore through her. He reamed her out, his cock a brutal plough as it jammed in and out of her little anus, churning her shit chute into a frothing bubbling stewpot.

In less than a minute his cock sprayed out his white sperm, spurting it up into the depths of her bowels as his cock pumped repeatedly. He clung to her, his hands around her now, clutching her fat tits in a death grip.

He relaxed and pulled back, his cock softening. He gazed at the half conscious girl hanging there and his lip curled into a sneer. He reached across the cane, sitting on a table, and picked up the cat, moving back slightly and raising it.

Devon gasped for breath as Franz finally pulled his long, fat cock up out of her throat and let the head rest on her lips. She sucked in great breathes of air, seeking to fill her lungs before the meaty prick pushed forward again. Then he moved, pushing the cockhead against the back of her mouth.

It popped through and down into her throat, making the elastic flesh bulge outward painfully as if she'd swallowed something too big, which in fact she had. It slid down her food pipe until the head actually passed out of her throat and into her upper chest, cramping and aching there.

She was on her knees, naked of course, as Franz stood above her, his arms folded across his massive chest. Her wrists were bound tight behind her and a tight leather band circled her chest just below her tits, drawing her arms in tight against her sides.

Two thick rubber bands, like elastics, circled her tits, cutting the fleshy meat in half, making them bulge outward like mushrooms, the skin taut and tight, the nipples pointing out sharply.

Another band circled her waist, hanging low. From it descended a leather strap, which came down between her legs, cinching up tight between her pussy lips and fastening to the belt behind her. The belt was pinching and squeezing her pussy lips harshly, spreading them apart and crushing her tender flesh between them.

Her guts cramped around to ten inch long, thick rubber dildos stuffed into her cunt and rectum, and held up inside her by the belt. The dildos were in two parts, the upper part of the dildo, and the lower part. A number of tiny, but very powerful batteries were in the base of each dildo and their energy caused the two parts rotated in opposite direction.

In addition the very tip of the dildos was metal, and the power sparked through it into her body every few seconds, each time setting off a tiny explosion of pain inside her tormented body.

Franz pushed his cock down into her until his balls rested against her jaw. He didn't need to hold her in place for Freda stood behind her, her riding crop ready if the girl tried to avoid the throat fucking or didn't work hard enough.

Devon's back and buttocks already bore evidence of Freda's impatience. Time was money, and her clients liked their playthings obedient and submissive. She cracked the malleable rubber down across Devon's ass again, making the girl moan around the cock stuffing her throat and jerk forward, knocking her glasses askew on Franz's belly.

Freda had decided to keep the glasses for her. They added to her intellectual look and would make her quite popular. She herself found the girl adorable, and had used her tongue a dozen times in the past several days.

During that time Devon had not slept more than two hours at a time. Her brain was foggy and confused, her actions slow and jerky, and her thinking processes derailed without the aide of the drug. She still was given some of it, but not much. It wasn't needed.

She was making progress, and if it wasn't as fast as her little friend, well, that was to be expected. She lashed her ass again twice, the crop leaving angry red marks on the pretty little buttocks. Devon began fucking her mouth and throat on Franz's cock and Freda smiled in satisfaction.

Many men liked to face fuck, and some preferred it if the female did all the work. Devon's mouth, in fact her head, moved back and forth, up and down, sliding her throat tube up and down around Franz's penis. Her tongue writhed and wriggled around against the portion of the cock in her mouth, and whipped at the end of the prick whenever it popped free of her throat.

Franz's eyes closed and he groaned low, his body began to shake and he seized control of the girl's head, slamming his cock into her to the hilt. He rapidly fucked her throat until finally slowing down and sighing with pleasure.

His cock pulled out of her mouth and hung semi-flaccid between his legs as he looked apologetically at Freda. She frowned in irritation and moved back, tossing the crop on a table. She picked up a strap on dildo and pulled it into place, fastening it firmly at her crotch, then she sat down on a small chair and beckoned the girl over.

Devon had finally learned that once on her knees she could not rise without specific permission. She half fell, half rolled down onto her belly on the floor and then wriggled like a snake across the cold stone to reach the foot of Freda's chair.

She kissed Freda's ankle, then began licking it.

"Get up, dog." Devon whimpered and wobbled to her feet in front of her. Freda unsnapped the rubber band hanging from the belt and pulled it free from between her raw, chafed cuntlips. Devon whimpered in pain, but stood unmoving as Freda's fingers fished around just inside her pussy and seized the end of the dildo, sliding it out of her and placing it on a table beside her chair.

Devon couldn't help a groan of relief as her cunt was finally freed of the dildo, which had been up inside her for hours now. Freda fisted her own rubber cock up and smiled.

"Come and show me how you fuck me, dog."

Devon sighed, blinked her eyes, swayed slightly, then walked forward, pulling her legs apart to straddle Freda's chair.

She squatted and tried to feel the tip of the rubber schlong with her bare pussy lips. She bumped down a couple of times before it centered on her hole, then she slowly slid down, engulfing it with her sweating aching cunt-tube, letting it slide up inside her belly until her buttocks rested on Freda's thighs.

She rubbed her sore, unnaturally swollen breasts against Freda's chest and face as the woman nipped and chewed at her flesh. She achingly pushed herself upward, feeling the dry rubber pull at her cunt as she tore herself free.

She rose until the cock was just inside her, then slid downward again, repeating this as Freda fondled her behind, sucked and bit on her breasts and nipples and rubbed her hands over her buttocks. Her eyes were dull slits behind her glasses, and mouth hung slackly.

The dildo up her ass started to slide out finally. Franz watched with a smirk and when it was half out, he gripped it and started to rapidly pump it in and out of Devon's sore, ruptured asshole. Devon whimpered but continued to slowly pull herself up and down on Freda's hard rubber cock.

"Good dog." Freda said.

She bent her back as Franz stuffed the dildo high in her anus once again, and moved to another table. Devon almost lay on her back, her feet hooked against the legs of the chair, and her cunt still locked on Freda's dildo.

Her body bowed back as her head hung down over Freda's knees. Her round tit skin became even tighter around her meat. Freda rubbed her hand over them, then took the needle from Franz. She pinched one of the girl's nipples, pulling it up hard, then jabbed the needle through it.

Devon gasped and wept with pain as the needle pierced her nipple and came out the other side. Franz knelt beside the chair, his fist in her hair, holding her head down. Freda rubbed the needle back and forth, as if fucking her nipple. Then she pulled it out and took a gold ring from Franz, sliding it into the new hole.

She pinched Devon's other nipple then, and stabbed the needle through it. A second ring was placed on her body as Freda smiled and rubbed her hands over them.

"Now we look pretty. Don't we?" she smiled, pulling Devon upright and hugging her against herself. She caressed Devon's hair as the girl wept over her shoulder.

"Now now. You must remember that you are here to serve." she stressed the last word, as the recording had been doing for days now. "You must be obedient." she said.

Amber's eyes were half open slits as she hung from the chains like a sack of meat. Gunther sniffed in anger and pulled his arm down. The girl's back was already a bleeding mess.

Still, he was dissatisfied. A professional, he knew that the cuts were all very thin and shallow, and would stop bleeding within minutes once he stopped. Within a few days there'd be no sign that the girl was every whipped at all. He didn't like that. That was why he preferred the big bull whip.

It left deep, ugly scars that only surgery could correct, and nobody would waste that kind of money on these sluts. It was too bad that scarred whores were worth less, he thought. If he wanted to use one up with the bull whip he had to purchase her, and he had to conserve his funds for the jew-bitches.

Still, he was pleased as well as angry. This slut was well trained. It screamed nicely when he beat it, and then orgasmed, leaving him with the feeling of true power and strength. He moved around in front of her, contemplating her still unmarked front, and those big, soft breasts.

The girl didn't even look at him. Her eyes were unfocused and glazed as she stared at nothing. Her flesh glistened wetly in the reflected overhead light. He put down the cat for a moment, wanting something harder than it's thin leather tendrils for those shining mammaries.

He pulled a special little ping pong paddle from the wall. The paddle had been thickened. The rubber coatings had been removed and the wood polished and lacquered until it shone. He smacked it against his thigh as he approached her, then raised it and brought it down flat against her right tit.

The heavy wood cracked against the soft meat with a loud smacking sound, crushing the melon and leaving it bouncing and jiggling as he brought the thing back. The girl howled and jerked in her chains, her legs dancing and flopping in vain as her tit went red, then white, then red.

He hit it again, and again, and again, and again, watching the flesh bounce and jiggle and change colors, almost giggling with delight. The girl screamed relentlessly, her body thrashing and jerking insanely as he beat her tit.

He stopped and then refocused his aim on her left tit. He waited briefly, enjoying the sight of the two twin mammaries, one white, the other red. Then he began again, working this one into a blinding oozing mass of tortured nerves and aching, throbbing pain.

During the midst of the beating, the girl came again, her whinings becoming truly agonized as her eyes rolled back in her head. She bent her head way back, either deliberately, or unconsciously pushing her tits out at him as he slapped the paddle down against them both.

He dropped the paddle, lifting the girl's legs and stuffing his cock inside her. She grunted and groaned and drooled on his chest as his steel fingers dug into her ass cheeks and his cock slammed repeatedly up her fuck-hole. He bit down hard on her throat, only just barely restraining himself from biting hard enough to cause real damage.

His cock was being sucked and squeezed voraciously by her spasming twitching pussy slit. He thrust into her repeatedly, his cock sawing across her clit and sending her into yet another orgasm. He held himself high in her belly as his sperm gushed up into her.

When she had drained him, he finally relaxed, pulling his cock out of her and letting her legs fall again. He was tired now. He glanced at his watch. Almost lunch time. He rolled a little cart over next to the girl, then pulled wires from it, fastening one to each of the rings piercing her body.

He clipped her ankle bracelets to chains coming out of the floor, holding them spread wide so the girl hung in an X shape. Finally he turned on the machine and went into the bathroom to shower. Even over the water he could hear her sudden screams and shrieks as the high voltage electricity shot into her body.

It was not a continuous stream, alternating a low, gentle buzz with short, sharp, sudden stabbing jolts of much higher power. Gunther finished the shower, dried himself and did his hair, then dressed and went back into the room. The machine was on one of it's low voltage swings.

He paused and turned the dial all the way over, sending powerful agonizing voltage shooting into her. She shrieked maniacally, dancing and shaking and trembling and jerking continuously as she was held in the grip of the terrible electric current.

He watched for a while, then eased it back, letting the machine take over. The girl slumped almost unconscious, but he knew she'd wake fast when the next hard jolt hit her. He left the room and went to lunch, anticipating the scallops, and wondering what wine to order

Jack studied the castle through the binoculars. It wasn't much of a castle, really. It was built more for looks than with the idea of holding off an army. Nevertheless, it was still able to produce a challenge for a single man. He watched the guards patrolling the walls and the front gate, which opened every hour or so for a car to come in or out.

There seemed to be several men by the gate when it opened and they all had sub-machine guns slung at their shoulders. They all looked depressingly alert as well. Still, he didn't have much problem finding several weak points in the structure.

It was built long before anyone had had the concept of a rocket propelled scaling rope or ladder for one thing. Although the walls were carefully patrolled, the towers to the south, being at least a hundred feet of solid stone with no windows, apparently were considered impregnable.

He knew he could hit the ledge, or balcony way up near the top. The problem would be the noise the thing made going off. Perhaps a distraction. The car, the one with the terrible engine, the engine that backfired explosively... whenever the proper button was pushed, would be appropriate.

Still, he needed to know more about the layout of this place. He'd already placed the order for the blueprints. They would give the basic layout. Whatever she'd done in there, he was willing to bet she hadn't been able to change things much. This place was all stone, and would have taken much longer to alter in any significant manner than those workers had spent here.

If the towers only let out onto the courtyard then they'd be next to useless. If on the other hand they connected with the main building, which he was willing to bet they did, then he should be able to get in there without anyone knowing it. If Devon was anywhere she was in there.

Another limo pulled up and he focused the telephoto lens on it, taking pictures of the driver, the man in the back, and the licence plate. He'd gotten a dozen of them so far.

That would be his fall back plan. Let the "company" check them out and find out who they were. There was a good chance one of them could be blackmailed into providing an intro for him. Then he'd be able to drive right through the front gate.

He watched for several more hours. Once it got dark, floodlights seared the walls and lit up the inside courtyard. This was gonna be a prick, he thought. He packed up his gear and quietly moved back to the car. Just in time, he sensed the movement and swung up his arm to block the man's knife.

He chopped out viciously, driving his hand into the man's solar plexus, then followed with a knee to the crotch that doubled his opponent over. He flicked a tight wire from his belt and wrapped it around the man's throat, getting behind him and pulling hard.

The man collapsed to his knees, his hands struggling in vain against the wire. Slowly his movements eased and then his hands dropped away. Jack hung on, tightening the belt until he was sure the man was dead. Finally he released him, letting him roll onto his back.

He looked down unhappily. A missing guard tended to cause trouble. Not as much as a dead one though, he told himself. He picked up the knife and slipped it into his belt, then lifted the lifeless guard, tossed him over his shoulder and slowly made his way back to the car.

He dumped the man in the trunk, then went back and checked for signs of a struggle, brushing at the dirt and grass until most of the signs were gone. He drove back to town down a long, winding, deserted road that went by a river. The guard took a swim, loaded down with weights.

"On your back, slut, fondle yourself."

Devon instantly fell back onto the rug, spread her legs wide and began to play with her breasts and cunt. Her hands moved enthusiastically as she moaned and whined in heat. Her fingers pumped in and out of her hole as she twisted and pinched her nipples.

"All right, stand up."

Devon stopped and stood obediently, standing with her hands clasped behind her and her back straight. Turn. Bend over and spread your legs."

Again Devon obeyed, spreading her legs wide and clasping her ankles. Freda brought the crop smacking down on her buttocks, once, twice, three times. The girl winced and moaned but held her place.

"On your hands and knees." Devon dropped to all fours like a dog, her legs spread and her ass raised.

"What are you?"

"Your slave, Mistress." she said, her voice calm and natural now, as if she were just asked the time.

"And what is your task?"

"To obey and to serve, Mistress."

"My feet are dirty. Clean them."

Devon crawled forward and began to lick over Freda's bare feet. Her tongue worked around her right ankle, then down between the toes. Freda lifted her foot slightly so the girl could lick the underside. She smiled at the eagerness she displayed.

"Stop." Devon stopped at once, a well trained dog.

Franz came in, holding a naked young girl by the arm. She was a newcomer, her body slight and thin, several years younger than Devon and mind befuddled with lack of sleep and drugs. Franz tossed her to the floor beside Devon.

"Take this." Freda said, tossing her a thick dildo. Devon took it and held it tightly. "Use it on her, and don't be gentle." Devon crawled over to the girl and pulled her legs apart, then punched the dildo against her slit, pushing hard to force it down the narrow tunnel as the girl whined and twisted weakly.

"Fuck her hard." Freda said. Devon jammed the dildo fully into the girl's cunt, then began jerking it in and out with all her force, heedless of the girl's agonized whines and cries. "Enough."

She stopped and then Franz walked to them. He lifted the girl to her knees and twisted her arm up behind her back. His hand pulled her hair, jerking her head back, thrusting her tits and chest out. Freda handed a long shiny knife to Devon, placing it in her fist.

She looked at it in confusion.

"Stab her." Freda said. Devon looked at the girl, then at Freda.

"Stab her in the chest, right between the titties."

"Now!" Franz yelled.

Devon turned, ignoring the girl's pleading, terror filled eyes, raised the knife and brought it down against the girl's chest. It hit with a dull thump. She pulled it back, but to her surprise, there was no blood, or blade for that matter.

She looked at the other end of the handle and saw the blade had disappeared inside. It slowly eased out again and she felt it. It was made of rubber. She looked up at Freda in confusion as the woman smiled.

"Just a test, dear. Just a test." She reached out and patted Devon's blond hair and the girl smiled timidly. The other girl had fainted. Franz took her away.

"Well, I think you're ready to start making me some money. Would you like that, dear?"

"Yes Mistress."

"There are many men who will enjoy fucking your pretty little pussy and rutting into that tight little asshole."

"Yes Mistress."

"You will treat them well. Won't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

Gunther was annoyed. No sooner had he turned off the machine and disconnected the wires than the stupid slut had collapsed senseless. He glared at her in anger. He slapped her face... hard. It rocked her head but did not produce any groan or movement.

He slapped her again, and again. Still, she stayed unconscious. He muttered to himself and went over to a cabinet, pulling out a needle and little tube. He took the hypodermic and stabbed it into her arm, pushing down the plunger to send the adrenalin into her body.

Then he held the smelling salts under her nose. Her head twisted, jerked away, but he followed it until she gasped and grunted back to life. He put it away and went back to the table to fetch his cat. He wasn't finished with this little plaything by a long shot.

He was, in fact, considering buying her. She was such a soft morsel, and his cock stiffened at the terrible things he would be able to do to her if she were his. He made a mental note to enquire about her price, then brought the cat down on her right tit.

She howled and danced, her legs kicking and jerking up and down. Yes. That was much better. He thrashed her breasts repeatedly, first one, then the other, then alternating until his arm got tired and her breasts, like her back, ran red with blood.

He put the cat down and bent to seize her right ankle, freeing it from the chain. He freed her left as well, then lifted them both up, pushing her feet up into the air and locking them to two more chains descending from the ceiling. He pulled on the pulley, the chains jerking her ankles up beside her head, spread apart so her cunt and asshole were spread open before him.

He lifted a soft leather riding crop and his eyes gleamed as he saw the cunt and little asshole. He raised it and brought it cracking down to the center of the brunette's shaved cunt mound. Her piercing screams made him wince. He hit her again, aiming for her cunt slit, wanting to hit the clitty.

The girl jerked maniacally in her chains, twisting and thrashing as she howled and whined and sobbed like an animal. His next blow landed across her anus and send more pain flaring into her body. He halted temporarily, stabbing the tip of the crop into her cunt and working it in and out.

He slid it out and jammed it into her anus, fucking that for several seconds, then he pulled it free and moved forward, pushing his cock against her pussy slit and drilling it down into her. He fucked her hard, his cock punching in and out of her agonized fuck hole as he gripped her tortured, sweating, bloodstained tits and squeezed them brutally, twisting them round and round as he pounded down into her.

The girl's body exploded into a gut wrenching orgasm, her cunt almost tearing his cock off as he pistoned it in and out of her. He continued to squeeze her titties, hanging on for dear life as she went made against him. He wondered at the strength of the chains to hold her, then gushed forth his silvery seed and withdrew.

Again he paused to catch his breath, then picked up the crop. Now he was really going to give it to her.

Jack gazed at the computer display in irritation. The little portable was horrendously expensive, but incredibly powerful too. It was displaying the blueprints of the castle, which clearly showed that the towers had only one exit, a door at their base on either side of the courtyard.

What was worse, according to the company both towers were used as barracks for the guards. So much for that idea, he thought. He wondered how the company knew that. But then, he'd wondered that often. Then he knew as the computer informed him that the company had managed to corral one of the men he'd photographed.

He was a powerful and very married politician, with four children and an image as a church going gentleman. The man was going to pay another visit to the castle and he was going to take Jack with him. The only condition was that Jack do nothing whatsoever while he was with him.

Well, that was all right. Once the introduction had been made, he could come back and get in himself, perhaps with a few of his own "friends".

Devon was lucky. Freda wanted her for something more than just a pain-toy. She had dismissed Amber as a brainless piece of fluff even before she had been brainwashed. She didn't consider the girl smart enough for anything else.

Devon though, showed promise. The girl was smart, and now, completely docile and under control. There were many possibilities for a girl like her. Freda ran a call girl network in several major cities and a sophisticated and smart looking girl like Devon would be very popular.

Likewise, she ran a porno system, where she used the girls to make movies. She felt Devon would be believable in a number of parts. Then again, the girls played many roles right here in the castle, pretending to be daughters, nieces, schoolgirls, nurses, sisters, etc. Devon would be a good actress, and extremely adaptable.

So she was kept from the most rabid clients, those who would mark up her flawless skin, and instead began her initiation in the main guest room, or the orgy room as some of the girls called it.

The immense room had once been the ballroom where nobility had danced and chatted, their behaviour oh so proper. Now it abounded in plants and rugs and obscene paintings and wall hangings. In the entrance was a life size sculpture of an incubus raping a human woman. The incubus's enormous cock somehow fitted into the girl's cunt, though no real woman could have lived with something that size inside her. The girl had an expression of rapturous delight on her face.

Water flowed from fountains and fake waterfalls. There was a huge round pool with sloping sides for the guest to lie in. The floors were piled with large, thick cushions and pads, and alcohol flowed almost as freely as the water.

The girls were plentiful and available. Some were bound in obscene positions, their holes available for use. Some were attached to machines of various kinds which could be activated for the amusement of the clientele.

Though few of the clients realized it, there was a kind of ranking to the girls. The highest ranking girls, those who had proved their intelligence and capability over the months or years. These were the ones who roamed freely, ready to drop into a client's lap at a smile and gesture, who would cuddle and coo, and whisper sweet things into their ears.

These girls knew how to laugh at the unfunny jokes, how to interpret the client's moods and act accordingly, in other words, how to best please the clients. These were the elite, the most valuable of Freda's harem.

Under them in terms of seniority, were the "waitresses" who carried drinks and little delicacies around. They also were available for use and were, often. Their conversation and judgment was not yet as smooth as the freely wandering girls, but they were trusted nonetheless.

Next in rank were the bound girls, the ones who were positioned for the clients use in pretty standard ways. Some were bent forward across a table with their legs spread, or on their backs, also with leg spread. Some hung from the ceiling in chains, their asses sticking out so their holes could be used. Some hung horizontally, chains attached to their limbs as well as going under their backs. Their legs were open and their head hung back, all holes ready.

The newest girls, those who knew nothing and were worth less, were the ones bound to the machines and devices, or those bound in place next to the whip and torture shelves. These girls were mostly runaways who had received little training from Freda and her helpers. The did what they were ordered to try and avoid pain.

At any given time, there were various "shows" going on, each on a separate little stage that was about seven feet square and rose a couple of feet off the floor. The girls in the shows were of the same rank as the waitresses, and in fact, alternated with the waitresses, switching from one task to the other every little while.

Devon was assigned as a showgirl/waitress as an introduction for her. Just in case she had any shred of lingering pride or shyness, she was to perform in three separate shows the first evening. After that she could begin waitressing.

Her first "show" was a simple lesbian thing. She was paired with an older woman named Brigitte, who looked to be in her late twenties. Freda introduced her and left her there. Brigitte was a french woman and had little time for chit chat.

"Listen carefully." she said. "I am the school teacher. Understand? I'm an aggressive bull dyke and you are the sweet shy schoolgirl. I will start fondling and kissing you and you are to resist like a shy little girl, backing away, keeping your eyes demurely down. Say nothing until we are having sex, then you can groan a lot. Understand?"

"Uhmm Yes, Brigitte."

"When I get tired of your shyness I'll get mad and rip your clothes off and start doing you. Just follow my lead then. I'll be cursing and yelling at you. Just do as I say. Understand?"

"Yes Brigitte."

Brigitte was dressed in a tight, but conservative dress, her hair curly brown done behind her in a tight bun. Devon wore a knee length checked skirt, a white blouse, navy blue blazer, white knee socks, and black flat shoes.

There was a school teacher's desk in the center of the little stage. A swivel chair was behind it. Devon was slightly nervous, worrying that she wouldn't do a good job and Freda would be disappointed and angry with her. She tried to remember everything Brigitte had said as the woman walked ahead of her to the stage and sat down behind the desk.

She mounted the two steps to the low stage and stood awkwardly next to Brigitte, who ignored her. The Frenchwoman pretended to be writing. She put her pen aside finally and looked up at Devon, her eyes scanning her body from toes to head.

She started to speak, but Devon had no idea what it was since it was in German. Her voice was silky and sweet as she talked though. Then she stood up, standing directly in front of Devon and looking down. Devon stepped back a step and Brigitte smiled.

Her hand reached out and slipped through Devon's hair, brushing it away from her face as she continued to talk. Then she moved around to stand next to her, putting her arm around Devon's shoulder. She turned her so the blonde was pushed against the edge of the desk.

Devon looked at her, then remembered and cast her eyes downward. As she did, she realized that a number of men had paused to watch. She ignored them, staring at the ground as she felt Brigitte's arm, the one over her shoulder, slide down and cup her breast through the blazer.

Again, she forgot what to do. Brigitte leaned over and nuzzled her throat with her mouth.

"Push my hand away." she hissed.

Devon responded at once, shoving the older woman's hand off her breast and shrugging the arm off. Brigitte slipped it around her waist then, and kissed her cheek. Devon turned her head away.

Then Brigitte's right hand slid beneath her blazer and cupped her breast again. She needed no instructions and pushed it away, folding her arms across her chest. Then Brigitte's hand fell to her knee, sliding up and down her leg, then going up beneath her skirt.

Devon started to push it away, but Brigitte abruptly started snarling at her. She jerked her hair, hard, making her cry out involuntarily. She was afraid that she'd done something wrong, but then remembered what Brigitte said about pretending to be mad.

Brigitte forced her hand right up into Devon's crotch, forcing the skirt up along with it. Devon's legs spread as the older woman pushed her back against the edge of the desk and she sought to retain her balance. Brigitte cupped her pussy and squeezed it tightly, still pulling back on her hair.

Devon whined in pain as the woman slipped her hand into her panties and squeezed her cunt harder still. She pulled the hand out and then let Devon's hair go. She had been beside her but now turned to face her, her body touching Devon's and still forcing her back against the desk.

She glared angrily and snarled again, her voice was very loud and nasty. She gripped the edges of Devon's blazer and yanked them open, pulling the jacket off her shoulders and letting it hang half on, half off, holding her arms. Her hands then went to Devon's blazer and ripped it open, tearing it completely open and then right off the blonde's body, leaving naked from the waist for she wore no bra.

Her hands went to the sides of Devon's head and held her tightly, then she kissed her, harshly, savagely, forcefully, her mouth mashing down against Devon's and her tongue shooting into her. She let go with one hand and slid it to her panties, tearing them off with a single ripping snap.

Now all of Devon's private parts were revealed to the audience. She didn't feel bothered by that. She was too busy concentrating on doing everything right. Consequently, she had no difficulty looking worried as Brigitte pressed her larger body against her and forced her back against the desk.

The older woman's fingers being pumping roughly in and out of Devon's pussy as her mouth came down on the blonde's once again. Then her hands were in Devon's hair and she was tugging the young blonde girl forward and forcing her down to her knees in front of her. Once Devon was on her knees, cowering meekly, Brigitte stood back and tore open the front of her dress, which slipped down her buxom body into a heap around her ankles.

She stepped out of them, naked, and gripped Devon's hair again, pulling her face into her pussy. Devon began licking energetically. Whenever she forgot to make any noise, Brigitte pulled sharply on her hair, causing her to moan and whimper into Brigitte's pussy.

Brigitte groaned loudly, rutting her pussy into Devon's mouth. She began to slump lower and lower, pushing Devon back until the blonde teen was flat on her back and Brigitte was squatting over her face, rubbing her wet pussy against Devon's lips as the girl ate her.

The end of the show came when Brigitte came, groaning and moaning loudly in orgasm, shaking her head wildly and humping furiously against Devon's face. Some of the watchers might have thought it was too theatrical, but Devon, who's face was buried with gushing cunt cream, knew better. Brigitte really had cum.

Freda pronounced herself satisfied with the little show, though she reminded Devon that it hadn't taken her much effort in her little role. Brigitte smiled worshipfully after Freda, proud that the woman had stopped to talk briefly to her. She then led Devon to a changing room to dress for the next show.

As they dressed, she casually revealed that she had been in the castle for over twenty-five years now. Freda gave her a nice birthday present every year, she said, proudly. As Devon learned, Freda's most effective girls... and boys, were not taken in their teens, but much earlier.

These were either kidnapped, or purchased outright from poor parents all across Europe. Freda had decided that the perfect age was five. At that age the children had no shame in their bodies to be unlearned, but were old enough to be taught obedience.

They were easily brainwashed and then raised and trained to give sexual pleasure. The girls were taught submissiveness more than the boys. Both sexes were well schooled in sexual technics and perversions of every variety, getting much experience in the lower caverns as they grew.

There, beneath the ballroom, was the special area set aside for the rich of Europe who proffered their lovers on the young and tender side. The children grew up learning nothing about life other than sex and obedience. They didn't even know how to read or write.

If be some mischance one or more of them had found themselves outside the castles walls, they would most likely have simply wandered back inside, for they knew nothing at all about the outside world. No television or radios existed for them inside, and they had never seen such things as airplanes or trains, let alone cities or wild animals.

Brigitte had spend seven years in the lower levels, her stay being cut slightly short by her rapid development around twelve. Since then she'd been in the upper levels, servicing the less perverted, but still depraved wealthy of the continent.

She was now Freda's number one girl, and usually didn't do shows, as she arrogantly pointed out to Devon. She was only doing them now to help Devon and make sure she didn't screw up. She worshipped the ground Freda and Franz walked on, and would have done anything for them, including killing herself.

At first, Devon didn't understand her when she said she'd been at the castle all her life. She thought Brigitte was Freda's sister or daughter or something. When she corrected her by saying she had been brought there as an orphan when she was a five year old, Devon had been even more confused.

"But why would they bring you here when you were five?" she asked.

"Because I was an orphan and had no place else to live."

"Oh."

"I'm glad. They've taught me so much."

"Did you go to school?"

"School?"

"You know, a school."

"Oh? Oh yes, them. No, Freda and the teachers taught me everything here. They were very nice to me, especially since I was such a slow learner. I threw up the first time I tried to take a man's cock in my throat." she confided.

"I almost did too." Devon nodded, pulling on another girlish skirt.

"Well, I was only six then." Brigitte sighed.

"Six?" Devon gaped.

"Oh yes." Brigitte sighed. "The other girls and boys managed it when they were five, though Josie couldn't until she was seven." Devon thought this was appalling, but, if Freda was doing it, she thought, it must be all right."

She and Brigitte went back out into the ballroom, dressed much as they were before. This time Brigitte didn't try to seduce her at first. Instead she yelled at her in German, then slapped her.

Devon slapped her back, which caused a strange thrill in her mind. She was terrified at once, her eyes going wide as Brigitte's narrowed. Brigitte had told her she must slap her back, but Freda had never allowed her to hit back when someone hit her and she was frightened that she had been wrong to do so.

Brigitte grabbed her wrist and pulled her across her knees as if she were a little girl, then lifted her skirt up, exposing her buttocks and pussy to the watching men. She continued to say things to her in German, almost none of which Devon understood, except for the words "bad girl" which she had heard often.

Then she started spanking her. Her hand slapped down with a loud crack against Devon's ass cheeks, making the white flesh jiggle and bounce as she brought her hand down over and over, turning the white skin pink, then red.

Devon began to sniffle and weep, partly from the pain and partly because she was still worried and anxious that she had broken the rules by hitting brigitte. Brigitte continued to slap her behind, lifting a ruler from her desk and using that to beat Devon's ass while she yelled at her.

Finally she stopped, her words becoming soothing and comforting. Her hand began to caress Devon's pulsing hot ass cheeks, then slid down between them and rubbed lightly over her pussy. Again, Devon wondered at how marvellous things felt on her pussy since all her hair had been shaved off.

She felt her cunt lips pried gently open as Brigitte slipped a finger into her. The finger pumped in and out, stuffing in to the knuckle, then pulling back out. Brigitte held the finger in front of Devon's nose, saying something in a chiding tone, which, Devon thought, was probably about how wet her finger was now.

She slid the finger into Devon's mouth and Devon sucked on it, tasting her own juices for the first time. Then the finger was withdrawn and Brigitte began to pump it and a second finger in and out of Devon's cunt slit.

Devon groaned in pleasure, bouncing lightly on Brigitte's lap as she sought to work her pussy back on the fucking fingers. The two fingers became three, then four, then Devon whined and whimpered as pain shot through her groin. Brigitte was trying to force her entire hand inside her.

Then she did it, the heel of her palm slipping through Devon's taut pussy lips and the lips closing around the woman's wrist. Brigitte closed her fingers inside Devon's cunt and shoved her fist down to the pit of her cunt tube.

She began to pump it slowly up and down in the tight rubbery cunt sheath, almost lifting Devon off the chair with the force of her cunt's clinging tightness. Devon shouted and came, jerking and twitching like a mad thing. Brigitte continued to pump and pump until she came a second time, then a third, screaming and howling in agony and ecstasy with the thick, bony fist up in her belly.

Finally Brigitte pulled it out, shoving Devon off her lap onto the floor in front of the chair. She jerked her around by the hair until her face was against her pussy and Devon slowly and tiredly began to lick her out.

After that show, Brigitte showed her how to waitress. They dressed in the little waitress outfit, which was little more than a silk thin, elastic webbed black mini-dress that fully outlined her figure and descended to just an inch below her crotch. She wore now underwear so she'd be available to be taken by any man who wanted her.

The dress was also very low cut, revealing most if her breasts, and could be shoved off her shoulders or lifted above her hips with ease. In fact, as Brigitte followed her around, one of the men that she was delivering a drink to hauled her down onto his mat, spread her legs and shoved his erection into her.

He pumped steadily into her fuck hole, not saying a word as he kissed Devon's lips and jammed his tongue into her mouth. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, jerking her lower body up off the mat to meet his lunging fuck strokes.

Devon didn't need Brigitte's presence to remind her that she should moan and groan. Over the previous days she had been turned into a very responsive sexual creature and her body had begun to ignite and respond the moment the man had lifted her little skirt and stuck it into her.

Unfortunately he came quickly, then pulled out and motioned her away. She gasped and panted as she rose to her feet, tugging her skirt back down as Brigitte handed her her tray back. "That was very good." Brigitte said, and Devon smiled happily, following her back to the bar for another drink.

Along the way they passed numerous other girls, some being taken by men, some tied into strange positions, some being punished. Then she recognized Amber, who she hadn't seen in days.

Amber was standing beside a framework of pulleys and gears. Her wrists were bound behind her and a thick rubber cable descended from the framework above her to tightly encircle her large breasts so they bulged out.

Devon sympathised with her, remembering how her own titties had ached when a similar band had been tightened around them. There were three other girls, all similarly bound, standing in a row under the framework.

Devon wondered what Amber what they had done to be punished. She watched as a pair of men moved over to where several levers were and laughing pulled one. The girl beside Amber, another very busty brunette, was hauled into the air by her tits.

The girl shrieked and moaned as her tit meat was strangled and pulled. Then the other man pulled another lever and Amber was slowly pulled off her feet, hanging by her big fat red titties. Amber also cried out with pain and wept in fear and misery.

"What did they do?" Devon asked, as they passed.

"Huh?"

"Those girls, Amber."

"Oh them, nothing, why?"

"Aren't they being punished?"

"Not especially."

"But, that must hurt a lot." Brigitte shrugged, unconcerned. "Some men like to hurt pretty girls is all. Their just common whores anyway. That's what they're there for, for men to hurt."

"But why?"

"I don't know, Devon. You ask too many questions." Brigitte sniffed, exasperated.

"If they weren't bad, they shouldn't be hurt." Devon said, subdued.

"If men want to hurt them they can. Men like hurting girls. It makes them happy!" Brigitte huffed, impatiently, as if it were obvious.

"Will we be put on those?" Devon asked, timidly.

"No. Not us. We're smart. We do the shows and stuff and get to do movies and even get our own rooms, well, I do. You will too though, if you're good."

That sounded nice to Devon, but she still felt badly about poor Amber, who was dangling by her big titties as the men twirled her round and round.

Jack eyed the guards carefully as they passed through the gate. This could all be a trap, of course. He was counting on Herr Kruger's intelligence, hoping the man would realize that should anything happen to him, the information about his sexual escapades would certainly get out.

So far, Herr Kruger had been completely cooperative. He was far from happy of course, but he was cooperative. Jack was Whilhelm Verman, an important businessman and old friend. Nobody had questioned this as Kruger was a trusted long time client.

The limo pulled into the courtyard and stopped by the door. A doorman pulled the door open and he and Kruger got out, Kruger leading the way in through the brightly lit entrance and down a hallway.

"What do you wish to see first?" Kruger asked.

"Just give me the grand tour." Jack said, in German.

"As you wish."

They moved through the various areas of the castle that were open to the clientele. Kruger led him to the specialty rooms, each done up in different modes. One was an ancient Aztec mode, where, he whispered, you actually could sacrifice a virgin if you wanted to pay enough.

"You mean dead?"

"Of course."

They went to the old roman room, where clients were clad in togas and the slave girls wandered around with grapes and wine. There was the Arabian room, with it's dusky slaves and the Greek room, which was filled with very young, very muscular men and boys for the pleasure of the clientele.

They then went into the largest room, which Kruger said was the main "lounge" and entertainment area. There were scores of girls here, some on the mats that were spread around, being fucked by men old enough to be their fathers, or grandfathers or more. There were girls bound in all manner of positions, and girls walking around carrying food and drink.

They stopped at a low stage where a pair of young teenagers were engaged in a wet and slurpy sixty-nine, then moved on to where another girl, one with very short blonde hair was standing by a wall, her wrists tied to thick ropes above her.

Her back was laced with scars and new cuts, many of which were still bleeding. Beside her was another girl, a brunette, similarly bound, who's back and chest were covered with cuts. "These are for testing the whips."

"What?"

"If you want a whip or cane or something, to beat a girl with, you may test them on these two. See?"

He lifted a short whip off the wall next to the girls and slashed it down against the brunette's already torn and bleeding right breast. The girl screamed weakly and wept. Kruger returned the whip to the wall, where there were dozens, scores of others.

They moved along and passed two girls with lovely asses bent over tables. Their legs were straight and spread wide, opening their holes for the use of passers by. Their heads protruded over the other end of the table so men could face fuck them.

"Are all the girl's pussys shaved?" he asked, intrigued.

"Pretty much. Most of us like it and it keeps them cleaner."

He led him along, passing other girls bound in place. There was a table, with girls spread out like a buffet. Each had her ass on the edge and her legs pulled back, ankles tied to the table to either side of their heads.

Kruger looked at his watch and smiled.

"Ahh," he said. "There's a show just starting. We don't want to miss it."

"What kind of show?"

"Come, hurry or we'll be late." He pulled Jack along until they joined a group of thirty or forty other men staring through a big window. There was a teenage girl in a small room not much bigger than a closet.

She was sitting on a table right underneath the window, her back to them. She was fully clothed, wearing a blue blouse and black mini skirt. Her blonde hair was a bit tangled, but quite soft and fluffy looking as it fell across her shoulders.

"It's one way glass." Kruger said, in an aside.

"Who is she?"

"Nobody. Someone they picked off a street somewhere and brought here drugged. She has no idea where she is or what she's doing here." he said, gleefully.

"What's going to happen to her?"

"Watch." he looked at his watch, impatiently.

Gretchen kicked her feet idly, wondering how long she'd be left here. She yawned tiredly and sighed. She'd been on her way home from cheerleading practice, and had just gotten off the bus when someone had grabbed her. She'd felt a sudden sharp pain in her arm, then nothing. She'd wakened here hours ago, terrified at first, banging on the door and walls.

She'd gradually calmed down but was still very frightened. Who had taken her and why? Her parents weren't wealthy. Perhaps it was terrorists, she thought, or maybe it was simply a mistake and she'd be released when they found out.

Then the door opened and two enormous men walked in. Her eyes opened in stunned amazement. Despite all the terrible things she'd imagined, two hulking, brutes wearing little more than bikini bathing trunks had not even entered her mind.

She jumped off the low table, backing against the far corner as they came forward. Both were very handsome men in their early twenties with thick shaggy hair. Their muscles bulged out everywhere, like they were body builders.

"Who are you?" she asked, fearfully. Neither answered.

"What do you want?" she pleaded. They both smiled and moved forward. They grabbed her, effortlessly fending off her attempts at resistance. In quick order, her clothes were stripped off her lithe young body, leaving her naked. They twisted her this way and that, as if posing her, then lifted her up onto the low table.

Jack watched in disgust, mixed with a strange excitement as the two big men positioned the young girl on the table before the window. Her sobs and screams came clearly through the speaker above the window as one of the men held her shoulders down and the other slowly pulled down his bikini.

Jack was impressed. The guy was really well hung. His long thick cock pointed straight out at the girl, who was blubbering in horror as she watched it. Her body thrashed uselessly as the man came up to the end of the table and pried her legs apart.

Then he slowly stuffed his cock down her pussy as she wailed and begged pathetically. He fucked her with very hard, brutal strokes, jerking her small body up and down on the table as he used her. Then he finished and pulled away.

He took the place of his friend at the other end of the table as the other got between her legs and sank his cock down her hole. The first man grabbed the girl's hair and tore at it viciously, then dropped his semi hard cock into her mouth. She had little choice but to begin sucking on it.

The second man hammered his cock into her pussy for long minutes before finishing. When he did, the first pulled free of her mouth and moved around again. He shoved the girl's legs far back, so the audience could clearly see him force his thick meat down into the squalling girl's anus.

Each of them took her several times. When they were threw, several of the men moved to a door at the side of the window. This led to a hallway, Kruger explained, which gave into the little room. They could all enjoy raping the girl, now that she was broken in.

"What happens to her then?"

"Oh, she'll probably begin training then. When that's finished she'll be out here like these." He led him along the various girls. "Some of them are simply discarded of course."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, there's two such shows a day. They can't accommodate that many fresh meat here. Some of them are sold to other places, many shipped to the Middle east. Others are just released back onto the street."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Not really. Those ones were taken far from here and will be released back where they came from. Even if they complain to the police, there's nothing to link them here, and almost none of them complain. They're too embarrassed and afraid."

They wandered down the room, passing a pair of girls stretched out on their backs on a table. Their legs were split wide, tied tightly parallel to the edge of the table. An old black man stood in front of one, casually fucking her. There was a fat, middle aged woman in front of the other, one of the few women clients Jack had seen.

She held a simple heavy belt in her right hand and was determinedly whipping it down into the girl's cunt. The young redhead arched her back in agony, gasping in pain each time the belt landed. Her entire groin area was red with pain.

Beyond her was another of the little stages. A girl lay on her back alone, her legs spread as she fucked herself with a pair of dildos. She writhed and moaned as she pumped the dildos in and out of her pussy and anus.

They passed numerous chairs, piles of cushions, and thick mats, on which clients lounged watching shows or eating. All had female companions, some had several. Many rutted away in full view of those passing, unconcerned with being watched. One old man was sitting up, calmly reading a book as a girl sixty years younger than him sucked his cock, taking it deep into her throat as she bobbed her pretty face up and down.

A pair of girls were tied to a large stone pillar, their hands bound tightly together above their heads. Their backs smashed against the hard stone as two men whipped their naked breasts with canes. The cried in pain, trying helplessly to dodge the blows.

"Here's a nice one to start." Kruger said, stopping by a blonde girl who knelt on a small raised platform. She was on her hands and knees, her legs spread. Her ankles and wrists were tied tightly to the corners of the platform. Her ass was at the perfect height for a man to effortlessly fuck her.

"Take her. I'll take this one." He said, pointing to a younger girl hanging from her wrists, ass sticking out invitingly.

"I'm not here for that." Jack hissed, though he had been painfully aware of the bulge in his pants since the rape show.

"Well you'd better, otherwise they're going to get awfully suspicious. We don't get shy boys here, you know." Jack looked at the girl with obvious reservations.

"Look old man. She's had more fucks than you'll ever hope to. Just screw her and be done, then we can go and look at some more things." He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, pressing it against the other girl's anus. She moaned and turned her head around, winking invitingly.

The kneeling also turned around with an inviting smile, her eyes wide and bright. She wiggled her cheeks at him and shoved them higher. "Wanna fuck me, Master?" she asked.

"Want me to?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Master! I like being fucked!"

Jack slid his hand along her flanks, feeling the softness of her sweet young flesh. His hand slid along her inner thigh and over her bare pussy mound. The girl sighed with pleasure, pushing her cunt back at him. Jacks' cock pulsed furiously. What could it hurt, he thought.

He took out his cock, which was hot and hard and past ready, and placed the helmeted tip against the girl's slit. She moaned again and pushed back against him. His cock forced it's way past her pussy lips and into her tight little cunt sheath. He had intended to take her softly but found his excitement too great.

He drove his cock rod deep into her belly, making her squeal in pleasure as he filled up her pussy tube. At once, he began to rut against her, his cock slicing in and out of her sloppy wet hole. His hands continued to caress her soft ass flesh, then slowly made their way up her back and under her ribs to cup her hanging breasts.

He squeezed them tightly as his cock pounded into her hole. The girl was moaning desperately, humping back at him as she sought to increase the friction against her clitty. He stretched a hand down her belly, sliding it over her abdomen and then down to her cunt. His finger sought her clit and pushed down on it, forcing it against his rubbing shaft.

The girl went wild, gasping and grunting as her whole body shook and shuddered through a colossal orgasm. Jacks's cock rammed deep down to the base of her fuck-tunnel and gushed out a hot load of jism, spurting wad after wad as his nuts poured out their bubbling honey.

He sighed in relief and pulled his softening cock from between her thighs, patting her soft ass and squeezing it once as he did up his pants. Kruger finished fucking his girl in the ass, and pulled out, leaving her slumped in her chains. He wandered across to the girl Jack had just fucked and stuck his dirty cock in her mouth.

She began to suck and lick at it, showing no hesitation at all. Jack was slightly irritated, seeing as how he'd just fucked the girl, but then realized that there was no real feeling between them. The girl had dozens of fucks a day, probably.

Kruger pulled his now cleaned cock from between her lips and wiped it in her long blonde hair, then casually put it back in his pants and wandered off, waving at Jack to follow.

The passed another show, this one featuring a tiny brunette who was being held upside down by a couple of the muscle men type he'd seen through the one way glass. Each easily held a leg as they fucked her fore and aft. They held her a foot off the ground. Another musclemen type lay flat beneath her. His cock stuck straight up and the girl's mouth bobbing up and down on it.

A fourth musclemen knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her big titties and squashing them against his cock as he humped back and forth. She was jerking off two more musclemen who stood to either side, their big, thick cocks looking even bigger and thicker in her small hands.

Then he stopped suddenly. There was a girl bent backwards across a big rounded wheel-like apparatus. Her ankles were bound tight to the floor, spread far apart. Her wrists were bound to a pulley, which was pulling her with more and more force as a large fat man turned the wheel.

Her head, upside down on the far side of the wheel, was almost obscured by her thick, tangled brown hair and the thin man pumping his cock into her mouth. Nevertheless, he recognized her as the girl that had been with Devon when she'd disappeared.

He barely kept himself from yelling in delight. So she was here! He'd been almost sure of it, but not quite certain. The man fucking her face was happily slapping at her big fat titties with his open hands, slapping them one way, then the other, hitting one at a time as he then watched the meaty melons bounce and jiggle.

"Wait here." he said.

"What for?" Kruger looked at the group casually. "There's much better than this ahead." He said, almost proudly.

"I want to talk to her."

"Talk? Are you joking? She's a brainless piece of ass!"

"I Still want to talk."

"She won't have anything to tell you." He looked around worriedly.

"Listen to me, my friend, these girls here are well trained. They are very professional here. That girl has been very carefully brainwashed. If she thinks you're going to do anything against the rules, anything that the Countess wouldn't like, she'll tell them."

"Not if I tell her I'll get her out."

"Are you mad?! She doesn't want to leave! She'll fight you tooth and nail if you try to take her away. I tell you these girls are completely under their control! Look, see?"

The girl was moaning and gasping and jerking against her bonds, very obviously in the throes of orgasm. Jack frowned in indecision. Maybe Kruger was right. He couldn't risk himself with this girl, not until he had the other.

"Look, if you want her, buy her!"

"Buy her?"

"Of course! They're all for sale, other than a very few special favourites of the Countess."

"How much would it cost?"

"It depends on the girl. She's just one of the torture girls so she shouldn't cost that much."

"Very well, you buy her for me."

"Me? What would I do with her?"

"Give her to me of course."

"That's a lot of money, friend!"

"You just said she wouldn't cost much."

"Well, compared to some of the others no, but she'll still set me back thousands."

"So make a good deal." he glared.

Kruger humphed angrily, then left to seek out one of the supervisors. Jack continued to watch as the skinny man slapped and squeezed and twisted her tits. They must have been awfully sore, but the girl was obviously enjoying herself, either that or she was an awfully good actress.

The skinny man finished, pulling his cock out and cumming in her face, shooting his sperm into her eyes an nose. He jerked his cock with his fist, then sighed and stuffed it back in her mouth for her to clean.

Kruger returned with a tall, barrel chested man and pointed to the girl. The man frowned.

"You want her? She's got nice tits but she ain't got much upstairs."

"I don't need her to perform mathematical equations." Kruger snapped.

The man laughed and nodded his head. "That's true. Well then, given as how she's pretty new and has hardly earned back the money spend training her, she'll cost you."

"She's all marked up." Kruger glared.

"Only with light markings. They'll disappear in a week. Look at that gorgeous body and sweet face. Her breasts are large and firm." He walked over to the girl, who was no alone on the wheel. The fat man had left with the skinny man and the girl was still tautly stretched back across the wheel.

"Why don't people ever put things back the way they're found?" the big man sighed. He rolled the wheel back, easing the strain on the girl's spine and arms. She sighed in relief.

"Now then," the man said, standing next to her in the same manner as a car salesman standing next to a car. He even put his hand on her belly. Jack expected him to launch into a spiel about the paint job and engine.

"She's newly trained, and seems to enjoy her new position," he turned and smiled at her, then turned back," so to speak. She was trained for pain and submissiveness." he slipped his big hand under her crotch and squeezed hard, making the girl gasp in pain.

"One of our clients made her cum just by whipping her tits with a cat o' nine tails." he said, proudly, showing the multiple little partly healed cuts on her mammaries.

"She has a pair of tight holes here and sucks like a vacuum. She's a real natural, in fact, if she weren't so dumb, we'd have put her in the higher batch and she'd cost you a lot more. She's a real bargain." he rubbed his hand up and down her belly, smiling proudly again.

"How much?" Kruger sighed.

"As I said, because she's so new and hardly used, her price is higher. Fifteen thousand."

"That's too high." Kruger snapped. The man shrugged. "Wait a few months and she'll cost much less, well, better make that a few weeks, she won't last months. In fact, you're not the first to enquire about her."

"Oh?"

"Yes, Herr Gunther." Kruger looked pained.

"Yes, such a waste of fine flesh that would be." The man sighed, squeezing the girl's right breast. Kruger looked at Jack resentfully. Then back at the salesman.

"Very well." Kruger said.

"Will you take her with you or would you like her delivered?"

"We will take her with us."

In due course, Amber was untied and carried away from the wheel. Her legs were too sore to walk on right away. She was bathed, her hair washed and brushed neatly, then led naked around to the front. Her hands were bound behind her, but that was a mere formality as everyone knew she would make no attempt to escape.

There at the front was the Countess. Jack stared at her carefully as she spoke to her assistant. The woman was tall and gorgeous. Despite the pictures he'd seen, he was amazed at her. Of all the women he'd seen tonight, she was the one he'd most like to fuck.

"Herr Kruger." she said, pleasantly.

"Yes, Countess. So good to see you."

"And I you. What is this I hear? You are purchasing one of our little slaves?"

"Yes, Countess."

"Won't your wife be slightly annoyed with you?"

"It is a gift for my college, Countess." The Countess turned her piercing eyes on Jack.

"May I present Whilhelm Vernom from Bonn."

"Such a sweet little town, Bonn." She said.

"I like it. It has it's charms."

"I hope you will take good care of our little Amber. She needs much attention."

"I'm sure I can supply it."

"Amber." she said, pulling the girl forward. "This is your new master. You will go with him and obey him as you would me."

The girl looked stricken, looking from Jack to the Countess and back again.

"But... but... Am I leaving?" she whimpered.

"Now, now, now." the Countess said, patting her head. "Herr Vernom has purchased you for a large sum of money. Is this how you show your gratitude. You must behave and act like a true slave, so we will be proud of you."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry." The girl said.

"Come again any time, Herr Kruger, Herr Vernom." The Countess said, sashaying away. The back of her gown dipped down to her ass cheeks, giving Jack a view of the cleavage between the two buttocks.

"Well, let's go then." Kruger said. "This evening has certainly cost me enough."

They drove through town and stopped only at the little country estate the company had rented. Jack and the girl got out and the limo departed. Jack looked down at the girl, who stood motionless on the stone driveway, looking idly around her, not at all worried at being seen nude.

Fortunately, the company always chose it's residences for their seclusion. There were tall hedges around the little mansion, and they couldn't be seen from the street.

"Come on then." he said, climbing the small set of stairs to the front door.

"Yes, Master." she said, following behind.

He shut the door and told her to sit on the chesterfield. Her hands were still cuffed behind her and she was still nude. Somehow though, he didn't think of either getting her anything to wear, or freeing her. She seemed natural like this.

"I'm glad I found you." He said.

"I am too, Master."

"I've been looking for your friend."

"My... friend?" she asked, confused.

"Devon."

"Oh, her. Oh yes, she's there."

"You're sure?" he asked, eagerly.

"Oh yes," she bobbed her head up and down energetically.

"I've seen her a couple of times. She does shows. I wish I was allowed to do shows." She sighed, wistfully.

"Why?"

"Well, cause everyone stares at her and is happy. Plus she doesn't get hit so much."

"I thought you liked getting hit."

"Not really. I mean, I do eventually. It makes my cunny really really warm and all, but I prefer just fucking. Wanna fuck me?"

"Not just yet. When was the last time you saw Devon?"

"Uhhh, a coupla hours ago."

"Great. I must have just missed her. I could have bought her instead."

"You don't like me?" she pouted.

"Oh sure I like you. I wanted to get her back though. That's what I've been hired for."

"Well, you couldn't buy her anyway."

"Why not?"

"Cause."

"Cause why?"

"Cause she's the Mistress's favourite.

"Her favourite?" Again her head bobbed up and down.

"I heard some of the girls talking. "She's the Mistress's favourite now and the Mistress never sells..."

"Her favourites. Yes, I heard."

"Wanna fuck me now?" she rolled over and knelt with her belly on the chesterfield and her legs spread wide apart, pushing her ass and bald crotch up at him. His cock gave a lurch as he eyed her tight looking slit and little puckered anus. It suddenly occurred to him that she really belonged to him, that she would do anything, absolutely anything he wanted, without complaint or hesitation.

She's a child, his subconscious snapped.

Not with a body like that, he responded. Look at that ass, and those tits. As if she could hear his thoughts, she wiggled her ass from side to side.

"Wanna fuck me in the asshole, Master?"

Well, he had some time to spare actually.

Devon's third show had not been with Brigitte. Instead, wearing the same schoolgirl outfit, she'd been raped and ass fucked by a tall, muscular black man. The man had roughly stripped her, pushed her flat on the low stage and spread his weight on top of her. Then he'd roughly sodomized her as the men stood around and watched in amusement.

He had been so much bigger than her that he'd crushed her beneath his weight. His cock had been long and thick and had hurt badly as he'd pumped it in and out of her anal opening. What was worse, two men who'd been watching wouldn't let her leave when the show was over.

Instead, she'd had to lay there on her belly as first one, then the other, imitated the black man's efforts, coming down on her back and raping her little asshole with all their might. She hadn't liked that at all.

She'd been near where Amber was being stretched on the wheel, and had watched the man slapping her titties, and then the group of men who'd gathered around her. After that, Amber had been untied and led off, a full hour before she was supposed to be shifted.

After the two men had ass fucked her, she'd gone into the back for a shower and then changed into her little waitress outfit. She'd run into Brigitte along the way.

"Where did they take Amber?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Amber. My friend Amber. She was on the wheel."

"Don't ask questions kid. It's none of your business." Brigitte frowned.

"I just wondered."

"They sold her, OK?"

"Sold her?"

"Yeah. Something wrong with that?"

"Well, it's just that... I won't get to see her anymore."

"Tough."

"But, who did they sell her to?"

"How should I know. Forget her and get your pussy out there on the floor." She shoved Devon towards the door.

She'd gone out as she was told. Before she even made it a dozen steps she was pulled down to the ground by a horrendously fat man. His fat belly had almost smothered her as she'd sucked him, then nearly crushed her as he fucked her.

When he was finished, she found her dress was ripped in several places and had to go back into the private area for a new one. There were two girls there, both younger than her. They'd both been here longer though. They were talking and at first she didn't pay much attention to them, then their words penetrated to her subconscious.

"...think it's a waste is all. Mistress should get rid of him."

"He pays a lot of money though." The other girl said. They were changing into their costumes for a show. They were to play sisters in a bed at night who started fucking each other.

"It's just that she was such a sweet little thing."

"Forget her."

"Well, it's just a shame is all. That man is really mean. He could beat up girls without killing them."

"He likes to kill girls, Brigitte says, especially jewish girls."

"Is Emma Jewish?"

"Uh, huh. I think so."

"So he's gonna kill her then? I still say that's a waste. She has a really pretty face and nice hair. It's not her fault she's little and flat."

"She's only about thirteen."

"I wasn't flat a thirteen."

"You were never flat." The other girl giggled.

"Are you talking about Emma Myers?" she asked. The two turned and one nodded.

"Yeah. You know her?"

"I saw her this morning in Mistress's quarters.

"Was she eating Mistress?" one of them giggled.

"Uh, huh. What's wrong with her?"

"She's been sold, silly."

"To that awful Gunther man."

"Is that bad?"

"Course it's bad, silly. Gunther beats up girls bad, an' when he wants to really really hurt them, he buys em'."

"Everyone knows from hearing the Mistress's and Masters talk that girls he buys get killed in awful ways."

"Mistress wouldn't allow that, would she?"

"Course she would."

"The girl is only untrained meat anyways."

"Huh?"

"Like you when you got here. She's not trained."

"Guess it would be a waste of time." the other said.

"Do all the girls that get sold get killed?" Devon asked, worriedly, thinking of Amber.

"No silly, most of em' don't anyway."

Later that day she was called up to see Mistress again. That happened often enough and she was always proud, knowing how jealous the other girls were. This time though there was another girl there.

The last time, Emma had been there and Mistress had had her and Emma suck each other. Emma hadn't been happy though, snivelling and crying a lot. She had been hoping to be alone with Mistress now and was unhappy to find this other girl.

The other girl was a slim redhead. Her eyes were wide and vacant, which Devon knew meant she was still on the drugs. She was new then, she realized. The girl was sitting in Freda's lap and Devon was instantly jealous. She walked over and knelt in front of Freda's chair as the woman caressed the redhead's small breasts.

"Isn't she sweet, Devon?"

"Yes, Mistress." Devon answered, dutifully. Slut, she thought.

"She's a pretty little thing, yes she is." Freda cooed, kissing the girl on the cheek. "Her name is Amy. She's from Ireland." She shifted the girl about so Amy was sitting with her back to Freda's chest, using the Mistress like a chair.

Freda had one arm around the girl's waist and the other was caressing her hair as she leaned back. Freda pulled her legs apart, which pulled the other girl's apart as well.

"Suck her off, Devon."

Devon pushed the girl's legs wider and pushed her face into her crotch, which was still tinged with red fur. She was resentful at having to lick this new girl, especially as she had all that hair that would get in her teeth. Still, there was no thought of disobeying.

She slurped her tongue up and down the girl's cunt slit, pumping it in and out as Freda continued to caress Amy's hair and face, eyeing her dazed eyes closely. Devon sought out Amy's clit and began to lick at it, her tongue whipping up and down and up and down in quick, rasping motions.

The girl began to stir, whining and jerking her legs and arms.

"Shhhhhh. You keep still, little one." Freda cooed. "You let Devon lick you good. It'll feel very nice."

Devon buried her face in the girl's muff, slurping ad licking and rubbing with her fingers. She pushed her finger in between the cuntlips and began rubbing it up and down the inside of the pussy lips. The girl groaned louder, humping up towards her face.

Devon pushed her finger deeper and deeper, until she came to an obstruction. She frowned, her concentration on licking the clitty. She pushed harder, stabbing her finger forward. Amy yelped, her cunt pushing and jerking hard as if she were in sudden pain. Devon's finger slid deep into her very tight cunt.

"Shit!" Freda cursed. She grabbed Devon's hair and twisted her hard around so the blonde yelped in pain, then flung her to the ground.

"What did you do you stupid cunt?!"

"I... I only licked her like you said, Mistress." Devon whined, holding her hair. Freda slid a finger into Amy's pink cunt and probed around. Her face was furious as she looked over at Devon.

"You fucking imbecile slut!!" she raged. "She was a virgin. Do you know how much her cherry was worth?" In fact, she wasn't really planning on auctioning the cherry, she had planned to save it as a novelty, and eventually take it herself, using her biggest strap-on dildo.

"I didn't tell you to stuff your dirty little finger up her cunt, you bitch!" she snarled. She shoved Amy aside and stood up, then kicked forward with her foot, slamming her boot hard into Devon's belly as the blonde knelt there.

Devon gave a low gasp as air shot out of her lungs and fell forward. Freda kicked her again, this time in the side, sending her rolling onto the floor on her back. Fred followed and as Devon twisted around frantically slammed her leather boot right up into Devon's cuntmound.

Devon shrieked with agony, her hands clutching her pussy as she rolled over several times and curled into a ball on her side. Freda stomped over next to her and slammed her boot heel down into Devon's right breast, mashing it against the floor and grinding her heel into it as Devon whined and sobbed and frantically tried to apologise.

There was a knock at the door and Franz entered. Freda kicked her in the belly once again and moved away to confront him. "What do you want?"

"Uh, just these for you to approve." he handed her some papers.

"You're mean." Devon said, clutching her wounded titty. Both of them turned and stared at her in surprise. Freda glared angrily.

"Looks like somebody needs some more training." Franz grinned.

It had been a long day's wait, but the men were finally here. The company had not been happy when he'd told them that the only way to get the girl out was a frontal assault. Fortunately, they'd had some influence with the federal German police.

Most of the men were therefore, policemen. Jack and two of his associates were to go in first and find Devon. They had twenty minutes, no more, then the place would be raided.

He didn't want to think about the headlines tomorrow. The press would have a field day with a castle filled with sex slaves and important industrialists an politicians. That wasn't his problem though. Right now, his problem was gettin in.

They couldn't bring their own weapons. Everyone passed through a metal detector at the entrance. That didn't matter though. They'd take guns from the guards when needed.

"I'm sick of this little slut anyway." Freda snarled.

"You want her retrained?"

"No. Put her with the bitches for torture. Maybe she'll come to learn some manners when her flesh is torn off by whips!"

Franz dragged her up by the hair and pulled a pair of cuffs from his pocket, clicking them around her wrists as he held them behind her. She moved back to the couch and sat down, lifting Amy and pulling her back across her lap again.

Devon whimpered as Franz shoved her out of the room and dragged her down the hall towards the stairs. "Too bad, bitch. Should have kept your mouth shut." he grinned. He took her to the first floor, then down the hall, away from the big hall where she'd worked that day.

They went down to the other end of the hall

It was child's play to enter the private area, after all, the guards were alert outside, but seemed to be distracted inside. They just followed one of the girls through the door when she went in to change.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here." she said.

"Forget about us." he said.

"Okay." she replied, promptly turning her back and walking away. Mark and Steve gazed after her in amazement, their eyes still bulging from the scenes in the room they'd passed through.

"If we wanted to, she'd fuck us right here, wouldn't she?" Mark sighed.

"We have work to do." Jack frowned, leading the way through to the far end of the corridor and into the section used by the Countess as her personal suite. They went up a lengthy set of stairs and found themselves in a luxuriously carpeted hallway.

"This looks like it." Jack said.

"I liked it downstairs better. "Mark said.

"Hold onto your dick, will you?"

"Hell, I have to."

They moved quietly down the hall, checking the doors they passed. Then they opened a door and found a tall, skinny man glaring at them in outrage.

"Vos ist los?!" Gunther demanded.

"Who are you? What do you do here?"

Mark slammed his boot into the guy's crotch, doubling him over. Jack brought his knee up into his face as he doubled down, throwing him back up and pulping his face. The man flew across the room and landed on his back, his head making a loud crack as it hit the stone floor.

Steve hurried over and checked his pulse. He looked up with a frown. "He's dead."

"Well he shouldn't have been so fuckin' noisy." Mark said.

"I hate marines." Jack sighed.

"Hey, up yours buddie."

"Hey, look here." Steve pointed at a box the size of a small coffin. He pried the top open and jumped back with a curse, then he stepped forward again. Jack looked over his shoulders and saw a very young teenage girl lying unmoving in the box.

"Got a pulse, but it's pretty slow." Steve said.

"She's been drugged, probably for shipping. The old guy must have bought her."

"Well, glad we killed him then, fuckin' pervert." Mark said, indignantly.

"I thought you wanted to screw them girls back there." Steve said.

"Not the little kids!" Mark snorted indignantly.

"She's all right here. Let's go find the bitch." Jack said.

"Not nice to talk about our client like that." Mark grinned.

"Not her. The Countess." He shook his head and led the way back into the hall and down towards the opposite end. They checked more doors. Finally, he heard voices as he peeked into a room. They moved carefully inside and across to a far door where the voices were coming from.

"Lick me darling. Lick Freda." One of the voices said.

Jack nodded and they rushed in. There was a naked teenager spreadeagled on the bed. Freda was squatting naked above her head.

"What the... " She jumped up and ran towards the far wall as the others ran forward. Her hand closed around a gun and she jerked it out of a drawer, but then Jacks' fist tightened on her wrist and she dropped the weapon with a cry of pain.

"Nice lookin' pussy." Mark grinned.

"Forget it, Mark. She don't do boys." Jack said.

"Now suppose you tell me where Devon is, lady."

"You had better leave before I call the police." she sneered.

"If you don't tell me where Devon Hunter is I'm going to see how much of the punishment you give the girls, that you can take." Jack said. He shoved her across to Mark, who grabbed her arms and twisted them up behind her back, holding them easily with one hand as he got a solid grip on her hair with his other.

Jack lifted a riding crop from the table beside the bed and pushed the end against Freda's chin.

"You like to use these, baby. I wonder how good they'll feel on the receiving end?"

"What do you want?" she gasped, fearfully.

"I want the girl, Devon Hunter."

"I don't know any such girl!" she protested. Jack raised the crop and brought it slashing down across her round right breast. She shrieked and hurled herself from side to side, crying out in agony as an angry red line appeared on her tit.

"I got all night, baby." Jack lied.

"She's downstairs! She's downstairs!" the countess whined.

"Where downstairs?" Jack raised the crop again.

"She's... I sent her to the Aztec room." she whimpered.

"The Aztec room, you mean where they sacrifice virgins."

"Virgin, hah." she snarled. Jack slashed the crop down on her other tit, whipping it several times as she sobbed and screamed and jerked and twisted against Marks' hold.

"I want to know exactly where she is." He said to the snivelling woman, then he brought his knee slamming up into her crotch. Her eyes opened wide and she grunted, and would have fallen had Mark not held her.

Devon was laid out on an alter, her wrists manacled in heavy chains to the top corners of the stone. Her ankles were also bound, but there was give in the chain so she could move them a little, though not close them. Her back was cold on the stone and she trembled, both with cold and fear.

Around her, the room was in darkness, save for the circle of tall candles lit all around the alter at a distance of about ten feet. There were about twenty robed and hooded people standing around just behind the candles. They were chanting something in German.

Then one of them stepped forward. He was tall and thin. She could see nothing of his face behind the hood. Then he pulled the hood back and she screamed. His face was a hideous mask of hair, with long tusks coming out from the sides of his huge mouth.

Then she sighed in relief, realizing it was a mask. The man was wearing a mask like a monster of some kind. He dropped his robe and walked up to the alter naked. His entire body was painted red. His cock was huge! Then she realized that that too was fake.

It still frightened her, for he apparently intended to stuff the giant cock into her and she didn't think she could take it and live. The thing was easily a foot long and as thick as a baseball bat. He chanted louder than the others, then climbed up onto the alter, coming down on her.

She whimpered in fear as she felt the thing against her. It felt like it was very hard, like bone or something. He pressed it against her cunt and jammed down, causing pain to shoot into her fuckhole. She grunted and whined as he put more and more pressure against the hole.

Slowly, slowly, she felt the thing forcing her cunt lips wider. Already they were wider than they had ever been, but they tightened and widened still further. Her cunt was on fire, burning with agony as he split her open. She screamed, her body shaking and pulling against the chains that held her.

He pushed down harder, letting all his weight come down on the hard sex organ and forcing it bit by bit up her undersized cunt tunnel. She felt her cunt pipe tearing open, forced far apart as the blunt hard object pushed relentlessly down into her body.

Deeper and deeper it pushed, and she felt her pubic cones separating as if she were giving birth. It moved further into her, causing agonizing pains and cramps all through her lower belly. Her cunt felt like it had been torn open, as if she had been stabbed by a terrible knife or sword.

Still it forced it's way inward, cramming her cunt walls apart, rasping down her silky tunnel until it hit her cervix, and still it pushed inward, causing incredible pain as it rammed against her cervix with terrible force.

She passed out from the pain. That wasn't part of the ceremony though. As soon as they realized it someone moved forward with smelling salts and woke her. She looked up at the devil mask above her and screamed again. Her cunt was bloated with something huge and hard.

She felt it stuffed way up in her belly and groaned in terrible pain. Then the demon man began to pull back. The hard cock thing was locked tightly inside her, her pussy lips so taut around it that it wouldn't move. He had to exert all his force to slowly rip the thing back down her cunt, actually lifting up her body from the alter by the force of the suction her cunt exerted on the massive thing.

He pulled it out, then pushed it slowly back in. He wasn't being gentle or considerate. No amount of force would get the thing to move faster. He fucked her in slow, measured strokes, groaning and grunting with the strain as Devon wept and shook.

Slowly he managed to work up some speed, though not much, and fucked down into her hard enough to make her grunt loudly every time the thing thrust into her. He fucked for long minutes until finally he reached down to his groin and squeezed the base of the fake cock.

Something hot and wet sprayed into Devon's belly. It wasn't like a cum, with it's small shooting wads. This was a massive outpouring as if someone had turned on a hose inside her. The liquid was very hot and bubbled in the deepest recesses of her cunt as the demon man slowly pulled the hard bone-like cock out of the tight confines of her pussy.

Finally it pulled free and her cunt gaped open, thick red liquid gushing out of it. She looked at it in horror, realizing it was blood and knowing she would die from that great a wound. She didn't feel like she'd been cut, but the pain in her cunt was enough to blur something like that.

She waited to get cold and weak, which she knew was what happened when you lost a lot of blood, yet it didn't happen. The blood wasn't hers. The man got back down off of her and held his arms in the air, shouting something. The others responded and slowly moved forward, standing around him.

Then he turned back to Devon and he had a hideous long knife in his hand. She stared up in terror as he raised it above her chest, chanting along with the others. Suddenly a shot rang out and the man was thrown backwards, landing on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

The others started screaming. They broke and ran in all directions as Devon slumped back against the alter. A man came over and stood next to her, gazing down at the blood still coming from her cunt in horror.

"It's not mine." she said. He looked at her with an odd expression then looked relieved.

"Well, that's good. I'm glad to finally meet you, Miss Devon. I've come to take you home."

Not a bad week, he thought to himself as he parked the car and got out. It had been easy work, all things considered. Very rewarding too. It wasn't every day you freed more than a hundred enslaved women, most of them teenagers or younger. He opened the front door of the mansion and stepped through.

Amber came bouncing in from the other room, where she'd been watching TV. Her face was happy and her eyes wide and pleased as he locked the door behind him.

"Welcome home, Master." she squealed. "Wanna fuck me?"

"Yes, Amber. I think I do." he grinned. He gripped her hair, pulling her face against his crotch. She giggled, her hands fumbling at his belt and pulling his pants down. Once his cock sprang out she turned and bent over, spreading her legs. He knelt and stuffed his cock into her.

The End