Sequel: Sandra's and Courtney's Fate

Sandra

There had only been two girls that completely failed to be trainable as Jim's pets. Sandra and Courtney had both remained defiant. Unfortunately, Jim had to reject them both as pets, and remove them from the house.

The first to go was Sandra. Before she was captured, she was the mother of Jim's first two pets. She had been a drunken whore of a mother who frequently cursed at and slapped her teenaged daughters for no good reason. Jim, as his ultra-ego Bill, had decided Sandra needed to be trained as a pet if only for the discipline. He would use on her some of the same treatment she had been giving to her daughters.

The well planned capture of Sandra and her two teenaged daughters had gone smoothly. Thanks to a hypodermic syringe full of a knock-out drug administered to each of them, Sandra and her girls were taken from their South Carolina home without incident. Before the drug had worn off, all three were well secured to exam tables in Jim's dungeon like basement.

It soon became apparent to Jim that Sandra would not be trainable as a pet. She wouldn't even be worth the effort to keep her around as a cunt to be used and abused for his pleasure.

After cuddling a while, Jim kissed both Trina and Cindy. He spoke with them about Sandra's fate. "My pets, we need to have a little chat about Sandra. I don't think she is trainable. I would like to torture her a bit more, but I'm afraid I may have get rid of her. What do you think we should do with her? Remember, you can speak freely in your quarters."

Trina and Cindy looked at each other for several seconds. Pet Cindy and Special Pet Trina agreed with Jim that Sandra had to be disposed of. Trina was the first to speak. "Sir, will you take care of us?"

Cindy added. "We're still too young to be left on our own."

Kissing Cindy, Jim replied. "Of course you're too young." Turning and kissing Trina and hugging both girls close, he continued. "You girls are my pets now. You are my property and therefore my responsibility. I will use you as I see fit, but I will also take very good care of you. I am going to use a term for one last time that I have been avoiding. I want you to think about what we should do with your mother?"

Jim then quietly kissed each girl again and left the Kennel. He wanted to let them think about what he had said without his influence. He intended to keep them anyway, but if they stayed willingly, they'd make much better pets. He also was intent on not killing Sandra. He had already made arrangements for Sandra's disposal without killing her. He felt it would be better if his pets didn't know that as they considered their decision.

Jim checked in on Sandra. The result of her previous rough treatment was a steady trickle of blood running from her cunt. Tears were steadily flowing down her cheeks from her closed eyes. Her pelvic mound was swelling badly. Her pelvis had probably been cracked or broken when Cindy used a mallet to drive a huge dildo fully into her cunt.

"Sandra, are you with us again? I just wanted to let you know, your daughters are considering your fate at this moment. I will abide by their decision. Since you continue to be defiant and refuse to follow instructions, I must get rid of you. The only real question is, do I torture you before I dispose of you?" Jim chucked then continued. "Of course I'll torture you. Do I let your girls think I dumped you alive near your home? Or, do I bury your fat ass where it will never be found? I just wanted you to know you have very little hope of surviving this little ordeal in good condition."

When Jim walked into the Kennel, both girls looked as if they had been crying. Both stood with their heads bowed. Jim asked about their decision. "Well, my pets, what have you decided?"

Trina spoke up. "Sir, Master, that bitch Sandra gave up the right to be our mother years ago. We now only have you to care for us. So, if you want to torture her ass, go ahead." Then, after a brief hesitation, Cindy added with an evil grin. "Can we help?"

Jim knelt and held out his arms. Both teen girls ran forward and hugged and kissed him.

"Of course you can help, my pets. It might even be fun for you to get a little revenge for all the poor treatment you received from her in the past. The problem is she may not do very well during the torture. Will that bother you too much?"

Trina and Cindy looked at each other and carried on a quickly whispered conversation. Then Cindy spoke. "Fuck her, Sir. Like we said, that cunt hasn't been our mother for years."

"Okay then. Shall we go see what her body can do to entertain us?"

(The details of Sandra's treatment can be found in the main story, A Man and His Pets.)

After their final session with Sandra, Trina and Cindy were taken to the Kennel. Jim soon brought lunch to his pets. A sedative had been added to their lunch which would keep them asleep until later that evening.

Jim then went to Sandra and pulled a syringe out of his pocket. She barely moved when he jammed the needle deep into her ass and injected her with the same sleep-inducing drug he had used when first capturing his pets. He then removed all of the restraints holding her. The dildos buried in her pussy and ass were jerked out. He quickly and crudely tattooed "Fuck Here" on her ass. On her forehead he tattooed "Free Blowjob with each Fuck." Finally, on her lower abdomen he tattooed, "Sloppiest Cunt in Town." He then placed her in the crate he had brought her in, loaded her onto his Gulfstream, and took off.

It was a little after noon as the Gulfstream lifted off. The sedatives should keep his pets asleep until around six PM. He figured three hours each way. That would be more than enough time.

A couple of hours later, he was flying low over the Arizona desert near the Mexican border. He was on final approach to an isolated landing strip.

Upon landing, he went back to take care of Sandra. When he dumped her out of the crate, she stirred and hoarsely whispered. "Where am I? What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on, whore. You're just going to meet an old friend of mine. He'll be taking you to your new home. He will know what to do with a whore like you."

Jim then helped her out of the plane's door.

An old gray van came rumbling out of the desert trailed by a cloud of dust. Two rough looking Mexican men jumped out and ran to the plane. They took Sandra by her arms and roughly tossed her into the back of the van. Before speeding off, the van's driver yelled to Jim. "Mucho gracias. Adios amigo." He then waved to Jim sped rapidly back to Mexico.

Jim secured the plane's door, returned to the cockpit, and took off. He was soon heading home at max air speed.

He touched down at about 6:15 PM. Immediately upon entering his home, Jim checked on his pets with the camera system. They were just beginning to stir.

He prepared a dinner of steaks, fries, and salad. As a reward for their good behavior thus far, Jim gave a small glass of wine to each pet. By the time dinner was ready his pets were fully awake.

The girls ate quietly, especially Cindy. Jim asked, "My pets, what's bothering you? Do you feel ill?"

Trina said, "No Sir. We're fine."

Cindy agreed. "Nothing is wrong, Sir."

Using a harsher and louder voice, Jim asked again. "Cindy, what is bothering you? Answer me now!"

Cindy, with a single tear on her cheek, softly asked. "Sir, Sandra's dead, isn't she?"

Firmly, Jim replied. "No! She has been sent somewhere where her whoring ways can be put to use. She won't like it, but she is alive. She will remain alive as long as she does as she is told by her new masters."

Putting his arm around his oldest pet, Jim softly continued. "Cindy, obey like a good pet, and be treated well. Disobey and be punished. Refuse to be trained, and I will have to dispose of you as well. Do you understand?"

The teen slowly nodded and said. "Yes Sir. I understand." Slightly shaking, Cindy continued. "Sir, may I ask another question?"

Jim reached out and stroked Cindy's hair and granted his permission. "Of course you may. I told you when you first arrived that you may speak freely in your quarters. Now, what is your question?"

"Will it hurt a lot to be fucked in my ass? I'm afraid I won't like it."

Jim chuckled at how quickly his pets had gotten over the loss of Sandra. They would both make excellent pets, indeed.

In the mean time, the two Mexicans in the gray van had returned with Sandra to Mexico. Somewhere in a dusty Mexican town not too far south of the border Sandra was regaining her senses. She was laying nude on a filthy twin bed in a tiny dimly lit room. Her pussy and ass felt as if they were on fire. Her tits stung from the safety pins her daughters had placed there. The eight-inch needles were still speared through the bass of her tits.

One of her new captors came into the room she occupied. In broken English, he told Sandra he was going to fix her up. She would have a couple of days to get better before she was put to work.

He was almost gentle as he wiped her entire body with a wet rag. He used wire cutters to snip then remove the safety pins from her nipples. Sandra yelped each time one of the eight-inch long needles was pulled from her tits. He then dabbed some soothing ointment over the wounds to her tits. Sandra was beyond embarrassment by then so it didn't bother her when this strange Mexican wiped her pussy and inserted the nozzle of a bottle into her cunt. The fluid he squirted into her pussy had a soothing affect. The same soothing feeling swept through her bowels when he squirted the liquid up her ass.

Groggily Sandra spoke to the man tending to her needs. "Thank you, Sir. I feel better already. Do you think I can go home soon?"

The man laughed as he left the room without answering. A short time later another man brought her something to eat. He spoke no English. She was then left alone to rest until the next morning. The sun was well up when the first man returned. He again wiped Sandra's body and applied the ointment to her tits and the liquid medication to her pussy and ass.

As he finished, Sandra asked again. When do you think I can go home? He again laughed and said. "This is your home now. Tomorrow you begin working for us."

"Sir, what will I be doing?" Sandra asked.

The man laughed again. "Just like Mr. Jim said, you are a dumb bitch. You will be a fine whore for us. You will make us lots of money. You will fuck any that want you. You will fuck, suck, and get fucked in the ass by many men. Men here like white American women. You will be very popular here."

"WHAT?" Sandra yelled. I am not going to be your whore. I demand you let me go!"

The man slapped her face hard. "You are a whore already. You were a free whore. Now you will make money for us by being a whore. Shut up and rest. You start tomorrow." He then left the room.

Sandra struggled to her feet and went to the door. It was locked and she didn't have the strength to do anything about it.

Early the next morning, Sandra was feeling much better. Even her pussy, though still swollen, didn't hurt near as much. Sandra sat up on the edge of her bed wondering what was to happen to her. Would they ever let her go? Would they ever give her any clothes?

Suddenly, a short fat Mexican man came into her room. She started to stand but he pushed her back down.

"Suck!" He abruptly stated.

"Go to hell!" Sandra protested.

WHACK! The man slapped her hard. "Suck, whore!" He ordered. He then grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her face to his crotch.

Sandra could tell he had been working. He smelled dirty and sweaty. Then she thought to herself. 'What the hell! I've sucked dick before, and some of them were sweaty too.'

"Ok, ok. I'll suck your dick." Sandra then reached up and pulled the man's zipper down. His soft but impressive cock flopped out and hit her in the face. Sandra immediately took it into her mouth and began licking and sucking. She soon had his cock fully erect and filling her mouth.

He moaned in pleasure when Sandra sucked him down her throat. "Mucho bueno, chica. Bueno." He then grabbed her head, shoved his cock down her throat, and fed her a large load of cum. "Gracias." He said as he pulled out and zipped up. Without another word he turned and left.

'Well, that wasn't so bad. I can... '

Just then another man burst through the door. "Let's fuck, bitch." This was a black American tourist looking for pussy south of the border.

"Please, my pussy has been hurt and is really painful. Can I suck you off instead?" She asked.

"I don't give a fuck about your sore pussy. I want to fuck. Get on your back, bitch."

Sandra did as she was told. As soon as she was on her back and had gingerly spread her legs, the horny man was on her. She only felt a dull ache as he slid his seven-inch cock into her cunt. Her pain increased only slightly as her customer rode her hard and fast. He repeatedly slammed his cock into her until he dumped his load of cum deep in her cunt.

A few minutes after the American left, her Mexican tender came in with a bowl of water and a rag. "Keep your pussy and ass clean. Smelly whores don't make as much money as clean one."

The next two customers wanted simple blowjobs. Then a tall skinny guy fucked her in the ass. His cock wasn't very thick but was quite long. 'Perhaps those dildos the girls used on me are helping me here. My ass and pussy have already been stretched as much as I'll ever need them to be.'

Over the next year or so this was Sandra's life. One cock after another paraded through her dingy room. She took load after load of cum in or on her body. Finally, her pussy had become so sloppy that no one wanted to fuck her any more. Even the field hands refused to use her pussy. A few still fucked her in the ass, but even that hole had expanded to the point if felt sloppy to her customers. Her only use by then was her mouth. She could still give a pretty good deep-throat blowjob.

Her handlers decided she needed to be put to better use. She was sent to some associates in a major Baja California tourist area. Sandra was pleased when they told her that her new job there would be on stage. She thought several men would be fucking her on stage. Many of the local sex clubs in the area featured such acts.

When she arrived at the club, she was bathed, made up, and dressed in a sexy nightgown that covered very little. She looked and felt better than she had in a long time.

She was blindfolded and led on stage where she was met by loud applause. She was then laid face down on a sturdy table and secured with a strong strap over her back. Her legs were spread and tide to the table legs. In this manner, pussy and ass were fully exposed to her audience.