The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Come here girls!", the Slob said. “I have something to tell you.”

It was two months after Suzanne’s ill fated escape attempt and the Slob’s household had returned to its settled routine. It was early evening, just after tea time. The Slob had his feet up watching the telly. Kirsty was washing the dishes and Suzanne had been given the job of cleaning the carpet, a task which she was expected to perform with a dust pan and brush on her hands and knees. The Slob certainly didn’t believe in wasting electricity on a vacuum cleaner or on any labour saving devices when he could get as much free labour as he wanted from his slave girls. All his clothes were washed and ironed by hand and woe betide the girls if he didn’t have a choice of clean pressed and ironed shirts every morning.

Both girls immediately stopped their work; Suzanne was already on all fours but Kirsty dropped down to the same position and the two slave girls crawled towards their owner like pet cats. The Slob had taught them to approach him in this way—humbly with their heads down. He unzipped his trousers and eased his cock out into a comfortable position, spreading his legs so that Kirsty and Suzanne could both crouch between his knees. Soon he was luxuriating in the delicious sensation of two delicate pink tongues lapping at his scrotum. Each girl had responsibility for one of his balls, kissing and sucking at the ripe flesh whilst his rod rapidly expanded to rigid attention between their faces. He ran his hand lightly though both girl’s hair. He hadn’t decided which one he’d shaft yet, but one of them would get a good seeing to before the evening was over.

Suzanne’s recapture and brutal punishment proved to be a significant development in the nature of her behaviour thereafter. It was the moment which marked her final and complete surrender to the Slob’s total authority over every aspect of her life. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been obedient before—of course she had. And she’d been an excellent and responsive instrument of pleasure too. But there’d always been a part of her which held back in the hope of escape and which preserved the higher centres of thought. Now that part was gone and Suzanne had regressed to little more than simple animal responses to the pleasure and pain which her owner doled out to her according to his whim. It amused the Slob to think that he had effectively turned Suzanne into little more than a pet bitch, anxious to please him, terrified of his displeasure and utterly incapable of contemplating resistance. But even as he made full use of the girl’s voluptuous body he was paradoxically also disappointed that her willing compliance now robbed him of the entertainment of playing with her mind. In this sense, Kirsty was a more amusing toy because she still retained a refined sense of fear which was capable of appreciating future agonies and humiliations beyond the eternal present to which Suzanne’s mind was now confined. The Slob realised the Kirsty was well aware of the change in the nature of her friend’s thought processes and he liked to torment her with the prospect that she could be reduced to the same state whenever he wanted. He had no intention of doing it of course. It would have been almost a blessing to let her escape into unthinking obedience and he preferred to keep her fully aware of the horror of his control. This was especially satisfying when he had the girls pleasure one another for his gratification.

“There will be two important visitors coming to inspect you tomorrow”, the Slob said. “I want you both on your best behaviour. One of you will be selected for breeding.”

Sir Jeremy Hardcrop was a short hatchet faced man in his early thirties with thin lips and iron grey hair. When he smiled (which was seldom) his subordinates quailed. His wife, Lady Patricia Hardcrop was the same age as her husband. She was a tall brunette, beautiful in a carefully sculptured way but with an underlying cruelty that mirrored the mind set of her spouse. The aristocratic pair were hardly aware that places such as the grim suburb in which the Slob lived even existed but on a cold day in late April they had chosen to visit him in his tower block.

“There are the two bitches are they?", Sir Jeremy drawled, enjoying the sight of Kirsty and Suzanne standing on parade in the bed room. The girls were naked of course, apart from the dog collars round their necks which marked their status as animals. They had been instructed to stand with their legs apart and to keep their heads up and their eyes facing forward. With their hands clasped behind their heads their bare breasts and smoothly shaved loins were prominently displayed and they made a very erotic spectacle.

“They look like a right pair of tarts!", Lady Patricia said contemptuously, “But I suppose they might do for you, eh darling?”

Sir Jeremy was secretly delighted with the appearance of the two slave girls. He had only half believed the story he’d been told about their capture and subjugation and at best he had expected to find a couple of cheap scrubbers working for a malicious pimp. He’d only come out of and idle and perverse curiosity but from what he’d seen it seemed that the Slob had been telling the truth. And if so he really did possess a pair of very fine assets indeed...

“What are their names?", he asked.

“The one with the fat jugs is Suzanne and the other slut is Kirsty”, the Slob said. “I keep them on the pill of course but if you want to use one of ‘em for breeding then they should both be fertile. Why don’t you have a feel and see which one you like?”

It was an invitation which Sir Jeremy could not refuse. Suzanne was trembling visibly as the aristocrat walked around her, for all the world as if he were examining some live stock for prospective purchase. He took her breasts in his hands and lifted and squeezed them speculatively, relishing the soft vulnerability of the plump flesh. Then he ran his hands over her thighs, appraising the texture and shape of her bottom.

“Not bad”, he murmured. “This one has good child bearing hips. I fancy she’d drop a brat without too many problems.”

The Slob noted Suzanne’s reaction with considerable interest. It seemed that the prospect of Sir Jeremy’s attentions had revived some of her natural horror at her situation. She might have surrendered herself completely to the Slob but she still had some feelings left it would seem.

Sir Jeremy moved on to Kirsty and this time let one long index finger penetrate the girl’s sex. She whimpered as he twisted it inside her.

“That one’s a good fuck”, the Slob said. “I think you’d enjoy riding her even though she is a bit on the skinny side compared to the other bitch.”

“What do you think darling?", Sir Jeremy asked his wife. Patricia walked between the girls appraising them coldly. In an elegant cashmere sweater, a thin grey pencil skirt, white stockings and mat black high heels the smartly dressed aristocrat made a marked contrast to the two hapless blondes. She reached out with her left and right hand and ran them over both bodies simultaneously, stroking and pinching breasts ,thighs and buttocks. When she reached their loins she didn’t hesitate to slip her neatly manicured fingers inside and tease both clitorises at the same time. Soon Kirsty and Suzanne were struggling not to wriggle in response to the merciless stimulation and they both began to breath in ragged gasps, their nipples visibly hardening and their bodies clearly wracked with the need for sexual release.

“They’re damp little tramps aren’t they?", she said with some amusement.

“It’s an artefact of their conditioning”, the Slob explained. “I keep them at a constant low level of arousal so they are always easy to bring up to temperature when I want to give ‘em a going over.”

“Doesn’t that give you problems with them playing with themselves?", Sir Jeremy asked. “I find it a disgusting habit in a girl if she even thinks of using her own fingers to please herself. That sort of self abuse must be hard to prevent when they are always simmering.”

“Oh no”, the Slob said with a smile. “They’ve learned the hard way what happens if I catch them messing about between their legs. The cane and the strap are such excellent teachers, I find!”

Patricia withdrew her fingers without allowing either girl to climax.

“They both seem like good prospects”, Patricia said. “Which do you prefer darling?”

“Ummm. It’s hard to choose”, her husband responded. “Remember, we’re doing this for us. We both want a child and since you can’t conceive this is better than adoption. If I get one of these little bitches pregnant then you will remember that won’t you darling. I’m doing it for us.”

“Of course”, Patricia said. “I know that but there’s no reason why you shouldn’t enjoy yourself in the process is there?”

Sir Jeremy’s rapidly stiffening sexual organ was answer enough to this rhetorical question. He was anxious to experience the pleasures on offer now.

“Why not try them both out”, the Slob said like a used car salesman offering a test drive to a prospective customer. The aristocrat was only too keen to take the Slob up on his proposal and suggested giving Kirsty a seeing too first. He took her into the bedroom leaving the other three to wait in the living room.

Patricia continued to stroke Suzanne’s hair, face and neck, crooning in her ear. “You’re a lovely little mammal aren’t you? I bet the boys used to enjoy you! It’s just as well your master took you in hand!” The Slob smiled. He could see that both his customers were hooked on the girls already. It was going well!

“They’ve both been trained to use their tongues on one another”, he said carefully. “I’m not suggesting you’re interested in that, of course but you’d find either of the wenches quite capable of entertaining you in that way if you were so inclined.”

“Indeed”, Patricia said, and the Slob knew he had hit his target.

Meanwhile Jeremy was assessing Kirsty in a more intimate way. “I have some questions for you, my dear”, he said. “Sit on my knee whilst we talk.” The aristocrat sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. A trembling Kirsty did as she was told and Sir Jeremy let her settle uneasily before he reached round and took her left breast firmly between the fingers of his left hand. “Good girl”, he said, feeling his organ swell with pleasure at her sweetly submissive response. She had a lovely body and the Slob had obviously made great changes to a natural behaviour, which would have resisted any such advances from a total stranger. He slipped his fingers down to her sex, feeling her shake with anxiety

“Keep still whilst I find your nubbin girl!", he said sharply. “I need to have my finger on your pulse so I can tell if you’re lying to me.” His index finger invaded her then, pushing forcefully into the soft folds of her moist sex flesh until it found the swollen bud at her centre. Kirsty gasped as he pressed relentlessly against the ultimate sensitivity that trembled and sweated with a delirious mixture of humiliation and need. “Now girl”, the aristocrat said with a cruel smile. “We’re sitting comfortably and we can begin. I want you to tell me all about yourself and how you came into the possession of the ugly but seemingly very clever gentleman who now owns you. Start at the beginning. I believe your keeper picked you up on a train? Jeremy listened to Kirsty’s story with a great deal of interest and not a little pleasure. He could tell instinctively that she wasn’t just spinning some yarn. No, this was the full truth—or at least the truth to the extent that the Slob allowed Kirsty to remember. Her anxious little movements on his lap betrayed her hatred of the situation but she clearly felt she had no choice but to obey him simply because the Slob had told her to. The luscious little office worker had been turned into a perfect sexual slave. The aristocrat felt his cock hardening against the girl’s thigh and the more she told him of her fate the more aroused he became. Finally he had to fuck her. He simply pushed her onto the bed, parted her legs and humped her until they both came together. Kirsty needed her orgasm and was in no position to argue about how she got it!

“You really have been a very stupid little slut haven’t you?", Sir Jeremy said as he slid off her. “No wonder your master had to take charge of you. You’ve a very pretty little body there my dear but if you’d been left to your own devices it would have gone to waste. Luckily you seem to have found a capable steward to look after you and see that you’re kept fit and eager to do the job you’re most suited for—servicing a man’s cock! Now sit on my knee again and tell me how you feel about your owner. Would you like me to take you away?”

Bullseye! As Kirsty nestled against him like a frightened bird, Sir Jeremy knew that his last remark had struck home with a vengeance. The hapless blonde was trembling with a strange mixture of revulsion and hope! She must hate her captor so much that the chance of a change was a prospect she desired almost at all costs. Perhaps she thought she could escape from his clutches?

“Would you like to be my little breeder, Kirsty? I’d pump you full of seed and impregnate you so my wife and I could have a child. You wouldn’t have any rights to your baby. You’d only be a convenient womb to save my wife the pain of labour and to bring our child to term. We’d keep you in the kennels with the other bitches. We’d feed you with the dogs, and walk you and exercise you. And if you were a very good little girlie we might let you wait at the table with the maids and wash the dishes. Would you like that?”

He ran his hands over the flesh he had so recently enjoyed as he spoke, whispering the terrible words in her ear, stroking breasts, belly and thigh and gauging her heart beat and her breathing with a refined sense of cruelty. To his astonishment he sensed that Kirsty would like his terms—or perhaps more accurately she preferred him to the Slob. She thought she might escape from him. That was the nub of it. He played with her recently lubricated sex making his fingers sticky.

“Lick them clean”, he ordered Kirsty, and the submissive blonde began to suck his digits as his lifted them to her mouth.

“We shall have to see”, he told her. “I need to fuck your friend first to see if she is more suitable for my needs. Up you get now!”

Kirsty stood up and he slapped her bottom sharply. “Run along and ask your owner nicely to send the other bitch to me, there’s a good girl.”

Sir Jeremy chuckled as he watched Kirsty’s pink bottom scurry to the bedroom door. She was a fine animal right enough and she’d certainly do the job but perhaps there was a better alternative?

Whilst Sir Jeremy was enjoying himself with Kirsty, the Slob kept up polite conversation with Patricia. “Make us a cup of tea, bitch!", he ordered Suzanne and the slave girl hastened to obey. The aristocrat was a lovely woman—smart, attractive and sophisticated. The Slob detected something of a kindred spirit in the hard line of her jaw and the steely glint in her eyes when she contemplated his slave girls and knew that either of them would be in for a terrible time if they fell in to her clutches. She reminded him of a younger, sexier and more intelligent version of Rita McGoven and he felt himself harden at the thought of what it might be like to enjoy her. He would have relished the prospect of seeing some girl on girl action with Suzanne. This time, however, the Slob was outclassed. Lady Hardcrop did things for her own pleasure and for the benefit of her husband but certainly not for anyone else.

“I notice this one has had her nipples pierced”, the aristocrat said. “Did you do that?”

“Yes”, the Slob confirmed, and he told her the story of Suzanne’s escape attempt and subsequent punishment which Lady Hardcrop seemed to find most amusing. The tea was ready and a trembling Suzanne poured two cups for her owner and his guest. As she bent to attend to Lady Hardcrop the older woman ran her hand lightly over the young blonde’s bottom.

“She has a fat arse. It must take a great deal of spanking!”

“Indeed”, the Slob said piously.

They were interrupted by the arrival of Kirsty from the bedroom.

“P... p... please?", she murmured, fearful as always of speaking without permission.

“Yes”, the Slob drawled. “What is it girl? Spit it out!”

“T.. the gentleman would like Suzanne now.”

“Then you’d better got to him girl”, the Slob said.

Lady Hardcrop gave Suzanne a none too playful parting slap on the rump that echoed the one her husband had just delivered to Kirsty, although she did not know it. “Off you go, bitch! My husband’s waiting and he isn’t a patient man. And you!", she said sharply addressing Kirsty. “Come here and sit on my lap! I want a word with you.”

So in the space of a few minutes Kirsty was again perched on the lap of someone who meant her no good. Husband and wife had both had her in this position; the humiliating place of an errant child.

“Now then my dear”, Patricia said when an unhappy and nervous Kirsty had settled into position. “Tell me what it was like to have my husband’s John Thomas stuck up your sticky twat! You loved it didn’t you, you horny little slut!”

Poor Kirsty! She knew immediately that there was no right answer to this question! She looked round nervously at the Slob, licking her lips but he just smiled. There would be no help from that quarter.

“Err... er...", she began helplessly.

Meanwhile Suzanne was providing considerable entertainment for Sir Jeremy. The cruel aristocrat subjected the younger woman to the same tests as Kirsty, savouring the similarity of her enslaved responses as well as the differences between the two blondes’ beautiful bodies and the history of their respective captures. He teased her about the nature of her friendship with Kirsty to ascertain how she felt about the ‘treachery’ of her capture and her conditioning into lesbian lust. To his delight she hated talking about it and was clearly discomforted by his insistent questioning but she answered in the end.

Suzanne was every bit as luscious as her friend and just as the Slob had come to appreciate the soft curves of her voluptuous and yielding young flesh, so Sir Jeremy in turn rapidly found himself charmed by the buxom naked girl who had been rendered so delightfully biddable by her nasty captor. Kirsty had a more elfin and refined loveliness, with longer legs and sweetly juicy bosoms but Suzanne was definitely the more pneumatic fuck, with paler skin and meatier curves, and the aristocrat took great pleasure in humping her to a mind shattering orgasm. Unlike Kirsty he sensed that she had come to some sort of accommodation with her lowly status and actually feared any changes. It was a sign of just how low the Slob had brought her. “Come on then bitch”, he said when he was sated at last. “We’d better return to the others and I can let you know my verdict!”

A most erotic spectacle greeted Sir Jeremy as he led Suzanne back to the kitchen. Kirsty was bent over the table, her arms stretched out and held by the Slob whilst his wife was beating her bottom with a wooden spoon.

“Lying little slut!", Patricia said with venom as she punished the hapless girl. “You loved your seeing to and you weren’t there to enjoy it! If my husband has his pleasure that’s fair enough; he has a job to do and I don’t see why he shouldn’t get some job satisfaction. But you are only here to service men and not to gratify your sticky little lusts, so keep your self under control when you’re being ridden next time!”

She swiped the wooden spoon at its rapidly reddening target as she said these words and Kirsty bucked in pain and couldn’t help but wriggle. Quite delightful, Sir Jeremy thought.

“Have you made your mind up, sir?", the Slob asked. “Let me have these two entertain us for a moment whilst you come to a decision, eh?”

Kirsty was sobbing softly and Sir Jeremy felt Suzanne’s fingers clench in his hand.

“Kirsty! Suzanne! Sit on the sofa over there. Not like that! I want you to spit one another. You know how don’t you?”

The Slob’s guests watched the ‘spitting’ intrigued. This turned out to be the Slob’s own slang for a most erotic piece of mutual stimulation between his two slave girls. Suzanne sat down first and put right her hand out beside her, palm upwards with her index finger sticking straight into the air. Kirsty was now obliged to lower herself carefully onto it, so that her bottom hole was penetrated and impaled by her friend. In turn she used her left hand to ease her own finger into Suzanne’s rectum. The expression on the two girls’ faces as they felt their friend’s finger violate their sweet back passages was most comical and all the watchers enjoyed the mixture of disgust, squeamish reluctance and unwanted arousal which crossed their delicate features.

“Now fondle your partner’s titties with your free hand!", the Slob ordered. “And lets see some kissing and licking but no climaxes until I tell you, you can!”

The girls obeyed. They really had no choice. It wasn’t their obedience that impressed Sir Jeremy, however. He had already begun to appreciate the depth of their thraldom. What impressed Sir Jeremy was the evidence of their speedy arousal. Both girls had been given a sound seeing too in the last half hour and Kirsty had then been thrashed by his wife and yet already they were clearly becoming stimulated again. Their nipples were hardening as they softly squeezed each other’s breasts and their breathing was becoming quicker again.

“What a pair of horny sluts!", the aristocrat said in frank admiration.

“Gobbledegook”

“I beg your pardon!”

“Sorry Sir Jeremy”, the Slob explained with a smile. “I didn’t mean you, it was for the benefit of the sluts.”

He went on to explain how the key word Gobbledegook prevented Kirsty and Suzanne from understanding anything that was said around them until they heard the matching code words which allowed them to comprehend the English language again.

“Interesting”, Lady Hardcrop said.

“And useful on occasion, not to mention amusing sometimes when Mack and I want to plan something special as a surprise for the girls. This time, I want to tell you all about the practicalities of keeping them tame and there’s no need to take an unnecessary security risk by letting them know anything they shouldn’t be bothering their pretty blonde heads about. Mostly of course, I don’t care what I say to them because they can do fuck all about it!”

He laughed. Kirsty gasped as Suzanne chose that moment to wriggle the finger inside her older friend’s bottom, making the young woman shift awkwardly in frustration and shame.

For the next ten minutes, the Slob explained the necessary procedures to keep the tame girls domesticated. He described how and when to inject them (a rare requirement) the pills they needed to take and the daily program of hypnosis, which constantly reinforced their subservience and docility.

“It’s not that they don’t perceive their plight and want to escape”, he said, “it’s that as soon as they try to formulate any sort of plan they become filled with despair at the hopelessness of it all and soon give in.”

The two slaves were now wriggling like fish on the hooks of their crooked fingers. The first signs of desperation at their inability to come were already showing in their eyes as they kissed and caressed one another.

“I’d like to finish with a little experiment”, the Slob said. “This is something I’ve been working on recently. It’s another code word which only works when they are in Gobbledegook mode. The idea is to provide an accelerated and more flexible way of introducing latent behaviour than can be achieved through the hypnotic inductions. When I say the new code word the girls will take on board everything that is said until the closing counter word but will be unaware of the orders. To them, it will seem as of they have acquired new spontaneous desires which they have to fulfil. They will have no idea that those desires come from me. Let’s give it a try shall we?”

“Channel Subliminal”

Kirsty and Suzanne paused for a moment as the Slob bent over them.

“In a few moments when I end this mode you will become more aroused than ever”, he told them. “You will remember the sperm from your recent fucking inside your sticky little snatches and Sir Jeremy’s cream will suddenly seem like the most delicious drink in the world. You will feel very thirsty. Very thirsty indeed. You will get the idea that you can drink the remains of Sir Jeremy’s sperm from one another’s cunts. You will know that this is wrong because I have forbidden you to kiss your snatches but you will be unable to resist this overwhelming desire and after a few moments you will both succumb, roll into position and begin to frantically lick and suck one another’s sweet little twats. This will make you both incredibly horny and you will juice up but you will still be unable to climax until your bottom is struck by a firm hand. Then you will roll over to allow access to your friend’s bottom and you will achieve orgasm instantly and messily.

Channel Subliminal off.”

The Slob and his clients were now treated to a quite remarkable display of restrained eroticism which gradually collapsed into uncontrolled desperate passion. Sir Jeremy greatly enjoyed the conflicting emotions which passed over the girls’ faces as three opposing behaviours fought for control of their delicious young bodies. Underlying everything there were still intriguing traces of their original natural reticence and a reluctance to engage in a sexual act and orientation they would once have found profoundly disturbing but which now clearly turned them both on. For the most part this reluctance had been overridden by the new desires which they were now struggling to satisfy but the third element of total obedience to the Slob’s orders was acting very effectively to restrain them. Or rather it was at first. But after a time the watchers could see the “subliminal channel” reinforcing their mutual sexual desire to an unbearable and irresistible extent. The little blondes began to moan and wriggle more passionately and soon they were at breaking point. Kirsty was the first to crack, pushing Suzanne down on the couch and forcing her head between the younger girl’s thighs. Suzanne gasped and withdrew her finger from her friend’s bottom. She twisted frantically on the couch, squirming into position. In a matter of seconds the girls were licking and sucking one another’s sex with frantic abandon. But they still couldn’t come.

Kirsy was on top. Her lean buttocks were glowing a most fetching shade of pink from the punishment Patricia had administered. They clenched and relaxed as Suzanne worked her tongue inside her sex.

“What a lot of gasping and moaning!", Sir Jeremy said. He brought his hand down to deliver a sharp spank full across Kirsty’s bottom. The effect was electric and exactly as programmed. The rutting pair rolled over and Kirsty was wracked by a violent orgasm. Sir Jeremy immediately struck Suzanne’s exposed rump a hard blow. With her friend now writhing in ecstasy beneath her, Suzanne now let out an involuntary squeal and shook to her own mind shattering climax. It took a full minute for the shuddering slaves to regain their natural breathing and begin to contemplate with horror the nature of their disobedience.

“Pretty Dolls”, the Slob said ominously, allowing them to understand him again. “You’ve been bad, bad little girlies haven’t you? I’ll have you both strapped for that later. But for now let’s see if Sir Jeremy has made his mind up. Which of ‘em is it to be, eh?”

Sir Jeremy looked at the frightened young women. They were a delicious pair—much better than he had ever supposed. Clearly the Slob had taken two pretty young women out of their normal lives and subjected them to a most effective form of conditioning. It was almost a shame to break them up as they made such a splendid pair but he only needed one for his purposes. Kirsty looked almost eager. She was plainly desperate to be free of the Slob. Suzanne on the other hand seemed anxious. She was a bouncy young specimen but Kirsty had a certain svelte beauty which he personally preferred.

Decisions, decisions. In the end, Sir Jeremy was moved by the thought that Suzanne’s body was perhaps better suited to child bearing . As an added bonus he also felt a cruel pleasure in disturbing any precious and tenuous accommodation she might have managed to reach with the Slob and in thwarting Kirsty’s ill founded hopes for escape.

“I’ll have the fat bitch. Suzanne”, he said. “Subject to my doctor checking her out of course.”

When he saw the mingled disappointment and fear crossing the girls’ faces he felt his prick harden in triumph and knew he had made the right choice.

“Of course”, the Slob said. He was very pleased. This would be an excellent money spinning deal. “You can pick her up on Thursday once we’ve taken care of the finances. That leaves us three days to arrange her farewells and to pack her.”

The three days that followed were a time of intense pleasure, pain and anguish for the lovely slave girl and her friend. The Slob was as good as his word and thrashed both girls soundly with the strap to punish them for their forbidden display of ‘shameless sucking’. The poor blondes wept bitterly, knowing that they were guilty but quite unable to understand how they had succumbed to their unnatural lust. It had been some time since either young woman had experienced the harsh kiss of leather on their bottoms and they had forgotten how painful it could be.

Mack expressed a little doubt about the venture, knowing that he would miss the pleasures of Suzanne’s ripe young body. Father and son had both come to prefer the pneumatic attractions of the more buxom little blonde to the undoubted charms of her older friend. The Slob consoled him.

“We’re not selling her Dad, just renting out her womb for a while. The pregnancy will put some milk in her tits. I for one, am looking forward to sucking it out of her once she’s dropped the brat and she’s back with us. In the mean time we still have Kirsty to service us.”

Poor Suzanne had to suffer a number of brutal sexual sessions in her last two days with the Slob. Mack and his son both wanted to make full use of her before she was sent on to Sir Jeremy and she was given several good pumpings and three hearty buggerings followed in one memorable case by a tit wank in which her rider made use of short chains attached to her nipple rings to press her breasts against his happy rod. She was a sticky mess afterwards and it was a good job that Kirsty was on hand to lick Mack’s sperm from her thoroughly ravaged flesh. The Slob invited Ricky round for a farewell fuck and of course Suzanne had to say a polite goodbye to Mauler which meant that she had to use her tongue to bring him to orgasm and let his slimy dog come slide down her throat. The dog growled menacingly at her as the thoroughly cowed blonde performed this intimate service for him.

Kirsty was given her own chance to say a special goodbye to her friend. “Since you’re such a pair of horny dykes you’d better do what you do best.” The Slob provided a double headed dildo which Kirsty was ordered to strap on and accommodate inside her own sex before forcing the wicked implement into Suzanne’s softest place. She was then instructed to grind her hips against her friend, giving Suzanne a sound stuffing with the harshly knobbed instrument. This provided the Slob with a good opportunity to take some interesting photographs. The girls were distressed but aroused by their imposed lesbian desires and gave in to them fully. They were soon kissing and sucking at one another’s breasts and their bellies and thighs were pushing eagerly together as they moved their loins with an urgent yearning for release. The Slob had given them permission to climax as it was a special occasion and they did so, frequently and with much mutual moaning and sighing. There was a tender tension to this pleasuring. Usually forbidden to speak and kept aroused and frustrated this opportunity to give and receive gratification from one another without punishment clearly excited both girls. The only means of expression now permitted to them was the strictly controlled sensual deployment of their nubile young bodies. Taking advantage of this chance they showed the only form of solidarity that was open to them. They knew that a parting was near and this stimulated their loyalty and affection for one another.

The Slob found the whole show highly erotic and had to use Suzanne’s bottom to slake his lust again when he called a halt to it.

At last it was time to pack Sir Jeremy’s rented flesh up for her journey. The aristocrat had sent a wire cage for his new pet and the blonde captive was stowed inside with her ankles and wrists tied to the metal mesh. The Slob managed to find the original pair of panties that Suzanne had been wearing when she was first taken into captivity. He pinched her nose and when she opened her mouth wide to breath, carefully pushed the white cotton down her throat and completed the gag with a loop of sticky tape. Kirsty was dressed up for the occasion too, in self support black stockings and high heels.

Sir Jeremy and his wife arrived to pick their new slave up at 11 o’clock and were pleased to find her already stowed in the cage and ready for departure. Patricia opened the door and tormented the pretty young slave, running her hands over the blonde’s bare body and letting her elegantly cool nails scratch over the woman’s clean shaven sex.

“All ready to hump yourself pregnant are we?", she cooed menacingly. “I hope so my dear! For your sake!”

If you had been passing a certain run down tower block on a wet winter morning and had happened to glance up to the fourth floor you would have seen a very strange sight indeed. A young woman was hanging out of the window looking for all the world like a ship’s figure head with her torso completely naked, her arms behind her back and trapped under the window and her bare breasts swinging in the wind and rain. It was Kirsty of course. The Slob had allowed her to view Suzanne’s departure from his window using the maid’s bottom to entertain his rampant todger whilst she watched her friend being loaded up into the back of the Hardcrop’s estate car. The Slob ran his hands up and down Kirsty’s stocking clad thighs as he pumped in and out of her rump, enjoying the now familiar pleasures of buggering his blonde plaything. Kirsty sobbed as she watched her friend being driven away. That was the last time she ever saw Suzanne again...