Owning Isabella
Copyright© 2025 by JDlit71
Chapter 2: Serving Sarge
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2: Serving Sarge - Isabella tells of finding new purpose in her miserable lonely life as she makes bad life choices.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Teenagers Blackmail Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys BBW Big Breasts Public Sex Size
Milly and I sat in the car waiting for Tammy to join us. We were both naked, but it was dark outside so I wasn’t bothered as much. What bothered me was that I was being forced to whore myself out without any recourse, my entire wardrobe was being taken away without my consent, my house was taken over by teenagers, and the woman in the car with me seemed fine with all of this.
“So, isn’t this exciting? Tommy’s never rented me to anyone in this trailer park before. It sounds so seedy and dirty. I can’t wait!” Milly said enthusiastically.
I could not believe what I was hearing. Her own son was whoring her out and she was excited about it! Unbelievable. I just sat staring out the windshield.
“What? You don’t think it’ll be fun? There’s no telling what or who we might get to be with tonight! I’ve never done a two on one with another woman before. Tammy seems to like you, are you secretly a lesbian? I thought you and Brad were for real. Was that just a show? Or are you a switch hitter, as Tommy would say,” Milly said laughing.
“What are you, crazy? Milly, you realize this isn’t normal, right? Your son and his girlfriend should not be controlling you against your will. Besides–” I said, getting interrupted.
“Whoah, whoa, whoa. This isn’t against my will, Isabella. I’m a sub. You know, a submissive? A slut that loves to be used? Are you not familiar with this? Tommy said he went through your phone and you watch porn all the time. Surely you know about this stuff, right?” Milly said seriously.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Milly had been my friend for years. I thought she was just like a normal single mom, trying to do the best she could and raise her son by herself. Evidently, her son was raising her!
“I mean, sure, I’ve heard of subs and doms and BDSM and all that stuff. I just had absolutely no clue that you were wrapped up in all of that stuff,” I said almost apologetically.
Suddenly, the driver’s door opened and there was Tammy, dressed in a mini skirt with a crop top and no bra, wearing sandals and sunglasses.
“What’s with the sunglasses?” I asked.
“Well, Moo, it’s really none of your business, but if you must know, Tommy and I had a little spat. I wanted to go to a real steakhouse tonight and he wants Waffle House because he said they serve more steaks than any other restaurant. So, he gave me this,” she said, pulling off the glasses and revealing a black eye.
“Tommy does have a bit of an anger problem,” Milly said sadly.
“Fucker got his though! I kicked him right in his nuts. Of course I felt bad afterwards so I sucked him off and gently cuddled his balls. We’re all good. Spat over,” Tammy said smiling.
She drove us to the trailer park, a half hour away. We slowly drove through the hundreds of trailers with tiny front yards. The front part of the park was very nice with new double wide homes, streetlights and neatly cut yards with manicured flowerbeds. The cars all looked like newer models, some with drive out tags still attached.
The further we got into the park, the lights were out in places, there were mostly single wide trailers, cars on blocks, uncut grass, and some police cars with their flashing lights on in front of a couple of trailers.
“We’re looking for 1301, he said it would be in the very back of the park. Do either of you see it?” Tammy asked.
“I see 1253, 1255, 1257,” Milly announced from the back seat.
“We’re close,” Tammy said as she drove slower.
“There it is, on the right, with the old pickup truck and the flag,” I said, almost excited.
We pulled in behind the truck and got out. An older man with a long beard and a military hat greeted us.
“Are you Sarge?” Tammy asked.
“Yep. Get in here before the neighbors see you. I’m the one payin’ for pussy, they always try to crash my parties. If they see these two neked sluts out here they’ll be beating down my door,” the man said as we walked in.
The place smelled like bacon, but was very neat and clean. He had a typical living room setup with a couch, loveseat, recliner, ottoman, and coffee table. There were pictures of military people and military bases and planes on the walls. One picture frame had several medals mounted inside and there was a huge American flag draped over the hallway entrance. His name made sense. Sarge.
“Here’s your money. You can pick ‘em up anytime after 0900 hours. That’s 9:00 am for you civilians, he said smiling.
“Perfect. See you then. These two shouldn’t be a problem, but if–”
“Oh, there’ll be no problems, don’t you worry your little titties about that. If these two are able to walk by morning, I’ll give you double that,” he said, chuckling to himself and pointing to the money in Tammy’s hand.
As soon as he shut the door he turned and looked at us with an evil grin.
“Which one of you wants to go first?” he asked as he reached into an umbrella stand by the door and pulled out a three foot wooden rod.
Milly and I looked at each other and she winked at me.
“I’ll go first, Sarge!” Milly said delighted
“Stand here,” Sarge said as he pointed to a red X taped out on the floor.
Milly stood on the X with her feet together and waited.
WHACK!
WHACK!
He whipped her titties with the rod which left two red stripes across her nipples.
“On your knees, hands behind your neck, titties out, whore!” he said angrily.
Milly obeyed without crying or flinching. I noticed that as her knees hit the floor, she made sure that she hit so that it jiggled her titties and they bounced hard. She later told me that she knew that Sarge would take notice of this, and she was hoping he would like it.
“Trying to bounce those big ole titties so I’ll go easy on your ass, eh whore? We’ll, that kinda shit don’t work on Sarge. You just gained yourself ten more stripes, on each titty! Plus ten more for your shy friend here. Now, I need you to thank me after each five stripes. You think you can remember that? What’s your name, anyway?” Sarge said as he began whipping Milly’s titties.
“Milly Sir, ouch,” Milly said as the first strike landed on her left tit.
“Milly, huh? OK, I’ll call you Milky,” he said as the second strike landed on her right tit.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for–”
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Three more landed across her tits making an X on both tits. Milly was screaming and writhing in pain now, sobbing as the slobber and snot ran from her face.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Five more hard lashes brought Five more red stripes.
“Milky, you forgot to thank me for whipping your titties!” Sarge said menacingly.
“Thank–”
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
Milly fell over and grabbed her red striped boobs and laid on the floor screaming in pain. I sat motionless and staring forward. I wanted to feel sorry for her, but she wanted this whether she admitted it or not.
“Your turn, bitch!” he ordered.
Immediately the wetness between my legs glistened in the light. I knew this because Sarge’s eyes went immediately to my crotch as soon as he called me bitch.
“Bark bitch,” he ordered.
I clinched my legs together as my brain screamed for my cunt to cum. His commanding voice and my weakness for being humiliated mixed together perfectly as I yearned to suck his cock or at least taste him.
“I don’t understand? What–”
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
“I said bark, bitch! Like a dog!” Sarge said as he whacked my tits hard with his wooden stick.
“Ark! Ark!” was all I could muster. I had never tried to bark before. I had no idea what he wanted.
WHACK!
WHACK!
“Louder bitch! You’re a big tittied cow dog, bark louder!” he yelled as he whipped my tits and left red stripes on my brown skin.
“ARK! ARK! ARK! ARK!” I barked, this time really loud.
“Perfect, now, bend over and touch your toes,” he demanded.
I turned around and bent over and touched my toes. Immediately his stick began whipping my thighs hard. It didn’t hurt too much at first, but he continued whipping the same two spots over and over. The more he whipped, the harder his strikes became. My legs were trembling after about fifty strikes on each thigh, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stand, bending over as he whipped the back of my thighs. My eyes were shut as he whipped me but I was crying as the tears were dripping onto my feet. He suddenly stopped and circled around me, slowly and deliberately, almost methodically as if he were closely inspecting every crevice of my body. I was thankful for the break, but my trembling legs and his presence looming over me melded together to create a sensation I had never known until that moment.
WHACK!
WHACK!
“Feet apart!” he demanded as he whipped my ass with his rod. “Now, lift your left leg and stay there like that, like a flamingo,” he said laughing.
He immediately started whipping the calf of my right leg. He was whipping it so hard I fell after just ten strokes.
“Aww, look. Two useless whores laying on my floor. OK Milky, as long as you’re down there doing nothing I need you on your back. Spread your legs apart and hold your ankles until I tell you otherwise, got it?” Sarge ordered.
“Yessir,” Milly replied, still sobbing.
“Now, bitch. You squat down over her facing the wall so she can lick your fat pussy. Then, hands behind your head. You’re gonna suck Sarge until he cums, you got it?” he asked.
“Yes sir,” I replied as I squatted down directly over Milly’s mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my labia as I balanced myself above her. She quickly began licking and slurping my wet cunt as Sarge dropped his pants and left me staring at his huge 11” cock. It was almost as thick as my wrist! There was no way of getting that monster down my throat, but I don’t think he cared. He grabbed the back of my head and tried to stuff his thick dick between my teeth. I opened as wide as I could and he pushed his cock hard, attempting to fill my mouth with his meat. He was able to force his mushroom cockhead in but that was about all.
I thought he was satisfied with his efforts but then I felt his body jerk and his wooden rod came whipping down on my ass. As I screamed from the pain, he shoved his dick in my mouth and lodged it in the back of my throat. I couldn’t breathe and I began coughing and choking because his belly was smothering my nose. It was painful because I couldn’t breathe, but so hot because Milly was licking my sopping wet pussy. Sarge grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards him as his cock went even deeper down my throat. What I thought was impossible he made happen with just one strike of his wooden rod. He pulled out and allowed me to catch my breath before ramming his dick back down my throat. He started face fucking me hard and I could feel his arm over my head as he whipped Milly’s pussy. She was screaming into my pussy and taking me over the edge as I began cumming, grinding my cunt into her face as hard as I could. I couldn’t get enough of my wanton cunt rubbing against her while she howled and screamed from the pain of Sarge’s rod. He laughed out loud as he heard her screaming into my cunt. I was screaming and writhing on top of her as Sarge stuffed my mouth with his giant horsecock. My arms were aching as I held them behind my head while he pounded my face. I could tell he was close and he pulled out and jerked himself all over my face and hair as I sat on Milly’s face cumming in her mouth. I was totally humiliated at the thought of using my friend’s face as a hard surface to get off, but Sarge seemed happy, for the moment at least.
We watched as Sarge went into the kitchen and came back with two bowls, which he sat on the floor in front of us. Then he brought another bowl with water in it and sat it between the two.
“Eat. You bitches are gonna need your strength. Let’s see, it’s 22:40 and you don’t get cut loose until 09:00, so you get a 20 minute break to eat, clean up, and hit the head. After that, it’s 10 hours of fun and games. And by fun, I mean I’m gonna have fun. And by games, they’re more like little torture sessions, so you better eat your Wheaties, and when I say Wheaties I mean that slop in your bowls, bitches! Oh, you’ll have to share the water. I usually can’t afford two whores so I just got the one water bowl. Milky, your bowl belongs to Ruffy, my dog. He’s at the vet getting de-wormed right now. I would’ve cleaned it but the dishwasher ain’t full.”
Sarge disappeared down the hall and left us to eat. Milly and I looked at each other and then the bowls sitting on the floor in front of us. I had no idea what it was, it didn’t smell terrible, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it was. Milly, on the other hand, must have been starving. She got on her hands and knees and gobbled the entire bowl in less than a minute without using her hands.
“What the?” I said, amazed.
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