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Part 2
The door opened and the man carried the first body into the room. Laying the unconscious form gently down onto the concrete floor, he retreated back upstairs to fetch the others. Ashley was 18, stood 5 feet 6 inches tall in her stylish 4 inch high heels, and had short, curly, brown hair and dark eyes. At 110 pounds she had a fantastic figure, with a perfect waist and huge tits that were still perky, the way only a woman could be. Sprawled unconscious on the floor she was a mess, with smeared makeup, and stains covering her clothes from the rough handling she’d received during delivery.
After a short break to catch his breath, the man retrieved a small box with various items and kneeled down next to Ashley. Carefully he began unfastening buttons and buckles and painstakingly removed her clothing piece by piece. It’s amazing how difficult it is to undress a limp, unconscious body. Half an hour later, sweating soaking his shirt, he finally finished and rolled the body face down. Removing items from the box he securely fastened and locked heavy leather collars around neck, waist, wrists, and ankles. Standing, he lifted Ashley partially by her arm pits, then dragged the woman to the far end of the room. Using padlocks, he fastened two short chains, bolted securely to the wall nearby, to her neck and waist, leaving arms and legs free for now.
Returning to the others, he fastened straps to Stacy’s already naked body. Dragging her across the room, he secured her body to more chains, several feet beyond Ashley reach. Resting for a bit, he cracked open a beer and enjoyed fondling Sara’s limp body for a while. Finally, sighing, he began to undress her. Tired by this time, he took his time. Using his fingers, the man took the opportunity to thoroughly explore Sara’s body as he removed each piece of clothing. Savoring the moments, nevertheless he knew that he had to finish this if he wanted any sleep. Fully stripped at last, Sara was bound with leather restraints, dragged across the room out of the reach of her friends, and chained
Down in the pitch dark room the three `women began to stir a few hours later. Sara was the first to awaken and begin crying. Naked, nearly breaking her neck on the chain when she leaped to her feet, her terrified screams soon woke the others. She’d been afraid that she was all alone until Ashley woke up and began crying with her. Stacy woke with a start and began cursing and fighting madly against her restraints. Her last memory was being tied down while 5 men gang raped her repeatedly. Ignoring the pleas and comforting words offered by Sara and Ashley, Stacy was still vainly struggling at the chains several hours later when the man returned.
When the man entered the room once more and turned on the lights, Stacy began screaming at him.
“You bastard! Fucking PIG! You can’t do this to me! Let me go, I’ll kill you! LET ME GOOO!” she began ranting, stretching out as far as she could, with claws extended. Sara and Ashley huddled on the floor in silent terror. Eyes down in shame at being naked, they both looked up in horror at the tone of the man’s voice as he chuckled.
“It always simplifies the selection process when I let the boys take their pick during delivery.”
Striding directly over to Stacy he easily avoided a punch and a kick, then leaned in to plant a stun gun against her chest. Holding the trigger down for a minute, her body spasmed then fell limp to the floor. Using two long leather shoe laces he wrapped her tits tightly to stop blood flow as much as possible. He then lifted the still quivering body and carried her across the room to a pair of metal framed dog cages against the far wall. Dropping her face down on top of the two cages, he arranged her carefully, centering her body over the divider and spreading her legs out a bit. Then he used a series of heavy gage wires, running them through the bars of the cage and over her body, and twisting the ends closed tightly with a pair of pliers. He pinned each ankle, knee, and thigh, then ran an extra heavy strap around her waist. Using a padlock he secured the straps bound to her wrists together behind her back, making sure that they were tight enough to keep her from slipping her wrists out. Next he carefully forced her boobs through the small holes in the top of the kennel cage, suspending one tit into each cage below. To hold her in place, he attached a short length of chain to her neck collar, ran it through a bar of the cage, then pulled firmly upward to drive her neck tightly down to the cage top. Fastening the chain to a hook on the wall, he sat down to wait for her to recover from the stun gun.
While she began to recover at last and begin struggling weakly as she found herself bound helpless once again, the man left the room briefly. When he returned he led two large, viciously snarling dogs into the room. Pulling and coaxing he got them into their separate, side by side cages. Locking the doors he moved across the room to retrieve a small metal bell. Giving it a shake, he sent a high pitched ringing noise into the air, signaling the dogs that it was diner time. Looking around avidly at the sound of diner, the dogs each noticed the large, dangling, meaty tits hanging over their heads at about the same time. Reaching up, they each bit into Stacy’s helpless tits almost simultaneously and began pulling and ripping at the meat.
“OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW GOD OOOOOOOO NOOOOO AAAAAAAA!!!” she screamed as the dogs began tearing and chewing at her tender flesh. Blood oozed slowly from her open wounds, soaking the dog’s muzzles and driving them to a frenzy as they tore and chewed into the helpless woman. Screams climbing higher in pitch, until she could barely draw breath between shrieks, Stacy thrashed and struggled wildly against her bonds. The metal wires holding her in place bit deeply as she struggled against them, opening bleeding gashes, and her throat was being choked almost to strangulation by the collar as she tried desperately to lift her agonized tits out of reach of the beasts below. While she continued to struggle, the man walked over to the other `women, who were staring in horrified fascination at their friend being eaten alive by the vicious dogs.
“Pay very close attention `women. That’s going to be you very soon if you are not exceptionally good slaves. Your friend’s attitude has earned her the opportunity to show you what can happen to you if you don’t obey everything you’re told to do!”
“Please…” began Ashley, and the man backhanded her across the face, driving her to the floor.
“Silence! You speak only on command! Do what you’re told or you’ll be feeding my monsters before the sun sets today!”
“Now watch your friend and pay attention, or else!” He moved back to Stacy and watched casually as the dogs finished shearing away all the loose flaps of meat they could reach, and lap at the blood still oozing from the open wounds. Finally, he released the chain holding her neck, allowing Stacy to lift her chest up away from the growling canines below her. Pulling her upward by the hair to hold her in place, the man stopped her from bleeding out by cauterizing the open wounds over her chest with a high powered blow torch. Screaming, the hot flame causing even more agony than having her flesh eaten, she was held firmly in place until the skin burned and charred enough to stop bleeding. Releasing her hair, the man tossed her down onto the cage top, where she quickly passed out from the pain.
The man then moved over to stand near Sara and Ashley, who were huddled against the wall, shivering in terror.
“Lay on your backs and spread your legs, right now!” he barked. Both `women hesitated a few seconds until he cracked a whip soundly across Ashley’s ass. “OOOWWW!” she screamed, and then scrambled to comply. Sara follow suit before he could hit her too. Eyes clenched tight, the `women lay frozen in fear, with their pussies’ lying wide open as the man left the room once more.
He returned shortly, this time leading two enormous Great Danes. Sara whimpered in fear as he turned the dogs loose and they raced across the room. Not daring to move, she flinched and shuddered as both dogs began sniffing her and Ashley in the crotch. Each dog dove almost immediately for one of the `women’ pussies and began to lick it. “Excellent!” exclaimed the man.
Pointing at Ashley he said, “You now belong to Rex there. Make sure you can tell them apart. You’re going to train him to be a good master, and you’d better do a good job or I’ll feed you to my hungry beasts over there!”
Pointing at Sara he continued, “You belong to Toby. Today you’re going to teach your new owners how to thoroughly eat a pussy.”
The man placed a jar of peanut butter and a small plastic spoon next to each woman. “Open the jar” he commanded, and waited as the `women slowly obeyed.
“Use the spoon to scoop up a gob, and then smear it into your twat. Coax your new master to lick it out, then apply some more. You can stop when the jar is empty. I’ll be back in about three hours and you’d better be done be then. I’ll be watching through those cameras over there, so don’t even THINK about cheating!” He waited a few minutes to be sure they were making a proper start, then left to go back upstairs.
Sobbing, Sara reluctantly spread more peanut butter between her legs and whispered “Here Toby, good boy, lick it all up…”
Rex was less patient, digging painfully at Ashley’s crotch any time she ran out. She had to scoop and smear almost constantly to keep up. In only an hour or so she ran out of peanut butter. Rex clawed playfully at her crotch, and then began digging more seriously. Forcing his tongue inside and snapping playfully at her sore lips with his teeth, he eventually gave up and went to sleep with his head resting between her legs.
Sara had a harder time. Toby wasn’t especially interested in the peanut butter after half a jar or so. She had to keep coaxing and pleading with the dog to encourage him to keep licking at her pussy. Toby was half heartedly licking the last spoonful from her twat as the man returned once again. He inspected the empty jars, and then collected them for the trash. He then moved over towards Stacy, who had been awake and moaning in agony for about two hours now.
Standing behind her the man unlocked the padlock and released her arms. To terrified to fight, she weakly reached up to rub dried tears from her eyes and massage her cramped arms and neck.
“Now it’s time to feed my beasties their lunch. I want you to slide your arms through those two holes and offer your hands to my pets. You can pull them out once they reach your wrist.” the man explained in a calm, level tone of voice.
“WHAT!?! YOU’RE CRAZY!!” Stacy screamed, wrapping her arms protectively around her mutilated chest. What could this man possibly do to her to convince her to submit to such torture? Stacy began thrashing wildly, prying at collar, chain, and wire ties with her totally inadequate fingers, trying in vain to break free. She was completely unprepared for the intense pain that suddenly engulfed the big toe on her right foot.
Twisting her head around, Stacy could see that the man was burning her toe with the blow torch.
“NO! STOP! oooOOOWWW!” she began screaming, pitch rising, body thrashing wildly.
“Arms in the holes, or this never stops,” the man calmly informed her.
Over the course of several minutes her toe blackened, then crisped and began to peel open. Once it began burning on its own the man moved his torch to the big toe on her left foot. Several more minutes passed before Stacy gave in and thrust both arms into the cage. Setting down the torch, the man left both toes burning weakly as he went to ring the diner bell. Both dogs perked up at the sound, then latched on to Stacy’s fingers.
Sara and Ashley stared on this scene in shock and horror! Being tied down was bad enough, but this… Stacy tried to lie limply as the dogs pulled and tugged at her hands. Horrible crunching sounds could be heard beneath her piercing shrieks of pain as the dogs gnawed away at her fingers. Getting a firm grip and pulling her arms deeper in to the cage once they’d finished ripping her fingers out one by one, both animals lay down on their haunches and began to worry away at her palms as if they were a tough raw hide. Stacy hardly noticed when the flames wicking off her blackened toes finally went out, because the pain being inflicted on her hands was so extreme. Once the dogs had stripped her hands off back to her wrists, the man pulled them away from the greedy dogs and lifted them out of the cage. He trimmed the stumps with a power saw, and sealed the bleeding cut with a blast of flame from his handy blow torch, tossing the meaty bits into the cages as a final treat. As the flames scorched her sawed off arm stumps, Stacy once again passed out from the shock.
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