Chapter 5

It was Saturday again, time to make some serious money. Tiffany’s father changed into his “working clothes”, a tee shirt and shorts. Every time so far, he had spent the evening tied to a post, and his major concern was not wetting his pants. He worried about the women, who had always been whipped and tortured, but the most he had endured, other than watching his loved ones being raped, and being made to fuck his daughter, was a whack on the ass or a squeeze of the balls as Tease tormented him.

Her Mother, adopting her persona of “One”, psyched herself by oiling her body, especially her large, pendulous breasts. Last week One had suffered severe breast torture, from tight ropes. She hoped the oil would help, perhaps let the ropes slip a little, if Master should repeat the treatment. One only existed on Saturdays, existed only to be tortured, while the mother, during the rest of the week, was relieved of remembering One’s pain.

Tiffany and her friend, Cheryl, regarded slavery as a good summer job, and they helped each other slip into their “working” personalities. As Two and Three, they would do, or endure, things they couldn’t dream of doing, back at college. They had already freshly depilated their pubes. Cheryl, Three, slim, virginal, childlike, shamelessly naked, lifted one leg and inserted a cold-cream lubricated butt plug. It slipped through her anus easily, for Cheryl, as a lark, had been wearing it most of the week. Three teased her conical little breasts and rubbed a bit of cold cream on the nipples. Then she carefully laced together the little gold rings in her outer labia, using pink ribbon, lacing them like a shoe, tied in a bow. “Two,” she said, “what do you think I should wear?”

Two had already selected a garment, a pink teddy, loose at the legs, frilly around the low neckline, with a hint of a built- in bra, the better to display her spectacular, round breasts. “Three, why don’t you wear that outfit you bought at the mall?” she said as she put on the teddy and snapped the crotch.

“Good idea.” Three stepped into the panties, black, which contrasted with her fair skin; she was a natural blonde. The silky material wouldn’t rub the little gold rings which adorned her crotch, and the thong in the back, which barely filled the space between her firm, boyish ass cheeks, wouldn’t entirely conceal her butt plug. The top, of see-through black lace, nicely lifted her little tits, though they didn’t need support, and her gold nipple rings gleamed through the lace. “You know, Two,” she remarked, “I really think all that sucking is making them grow.” The bare midriff nicely displayed the constellation of golden rings around Three’s navel.

The family assembled in the kitchen to wait, and they were surprised when Master let himself in. They had planned to assemble in the basement “playroom.”

Master, as expected, was in uniform, an SS soldier’s uniform today. He had three masked friends with him: Tease, the thirtyish slavemistress they had met; Brute, the tall, muscular hunk who had tortured Two; and a third, who seemed to have replaced Daddy. “This is Doc,” Master said, “and these are One, Two, Three, and Four.” He pointed to the father last. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Since the slaves didn’t go into the playroom, except on Saturdays, they were surprised to see some changes, new equipment. Four, to his surprise, was stripped by the three men and bent over a frame, tied down as Three was the previous week, with his legs straight and spread, his body horizontal, so that he was looking at the floor. Well, at least he wouldn’t have to watch his wife and daughter being tortured. Four felt a needle in one buttock; Doc gave him an injection. Then Doc slipped one of the many pecker suckers, which had been used for tit torture, over Four’s flaccid penis. When suction was applied, it grew tall but, as when Tease had tantalized him, there was no way Four could get off, no way to reach an orgasm. As an additional torture, Doc lubed Four’s asshole and inserted a tapered plug, which was held under tension by rubber bands to the frame, so that Four’s anus, no matter how much he fought it, would inexorably be stretched wider and wider, until the shaft was buried in his rectum.

Tease selected Two as her victim. She led her to an aluminum and plastic lounge chair, the kind that people have around a swimming pool. After removing the Teddy, she made Two recline on the lounge chair and gently used Velcro straps to fasten her ankles to the frame. She fastened Two’s wrists, lying naturally at her side, to the frame and asked cheerily, “Are you comfy, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress Tease.”

Doc stopped by and gave Two an injection, in the muscle of her thigh. Tease turned on a very bright overhead sun lamp, which made Two close her eyes. Even then, pink light filtered through her eyelids. The warmth of the lamp was pleasant on her naked skin.

Tease began at Two’s face and applied “suntan” oil to every bit of skin, all the way to her toes. Tease seemed to spend a great deal of time on Two’s tits, belly, and crotch. From time to time, she would snap her fingers. Two, of course, immediately felt sexy, conditioned as she was, and her vulva almost drooled with sex-juice. Tease explored Two’s wet crotch, but she avoided contacting the clitoris. Then Two felt hooks being slipped through the holes in her outer labia, which held them open, exposing her sensitive, pink inner lips, surmounted by an already erect love button. Supine as she was, with her eyes closed, she could not see what Tease was doing, but she felt sexy just being handled by the masked woman. Maybe it was the injection, but every nerve seemed especially sensitive, and all she could think of was being touched. Tease put a little tape recorder on the chair, by Two’s ear. It played a continuous series of finger snaps, which immediately made her recall previous orgasms, with the same sound present.

Tease had attached a “personal shower” head to the hooks. Warm water spurt, spurt, spurted onto Two’s pink groove. It felt so good. Two was sure she would come any minute. Just as she was on the edge of an orgasm, the water stopped. “Please, don’t shut it off,” she pleaded.

Tease replied, softly, “Slave, you are here to be tortured. If I let you come now, where’s the pleasure for me?” She watched Two squirm, helpless to get off her high of sexual arousal, unable to think of anything but the need to have that orgasm and relax.

Two finally gave up, tormented by unfulfilled lust, and tried to remember the pain of previous tortures, anything to forget the yearning in her loins. But as soon as Tease saw Two’s nipples begin to shrivel, she turned on the water again, and Two could think of nothing but the exquisite sensations which engulfed her body, focused her brain on her cunt, to the exclusion of all else. The torture went on like this, cycle after cycle of sexual arousal, delicious stimulation, followed by the anguish of an empty cunt, yearning to be filled.

Meanwhile, Brute had selected Three as his victim. He had her stretched on the rack, actually another of those deck chairs, laid out flat, but the delicacy of the slim woman, who couldn’t weigh a hundred pounds, made him wonder how much cruelty she could stand. He removed her upper garment, and amused himself by taking the whole of each breast, in turn, into his mouth. Such a nice mouthful. The nipple rings, of course, made it a bit strange, but he could live with that. Three, of course, didn’t mind a bit. Doc had given her an injection, too, and she felt sexier than she could remember. Brute played with the rings around her navel, stroked her lean thighs, even reached between her legs to wiggle the butt plug. He thought of whacking her with the perforated paddle, on her taut tummy, but he didn’t want to tear loose the rings around her belly button.