0 comments/ 78992 views/ 5 favorites Brendi Lyn Ch. 01 By: dark suenos "Damn rain!" I fished my keys out of the puddle beside my door. Work had been horrible, there'd been three parties of eight, and a birthday party. I burnt myself when I picked up one of their dinners, a little kid from the birthday party had ran into me and made me drop the desserts, so I had to go back and get more. I shook the muck off of my keys and fiddled until I got the key into the door. What I wouldn't give for a hot bath, but first I had to pee. I threw the door open and was off to the bathroom. When I finished washing my hands I went to go drop my bag off in my room and grab some nice thick flannel pjs to snuggle in, but when I turned to the doorway I was stunned to find four strangers staring at me. Three women and a man all dressed in suits, I thought that they couldn't be burglars. Then two of the women grabbed my arms tightly before I could say anything. "What the fu-" my question was cut short when the third woman shoved something inside my mouth then she tied it tightly against the base of my neck. I could hardly move my tongue. "Grab her feet." I tried to fight back and kick at her, but she just calmly grabbed my feet in her arms and lifted. I panicked. I yanked and kicked and pulled and squirmed, I screamed through my gag, but the three women only walked carefully into my bedroom. The women maneuvered me carefully into a highbacked wooden chair from my kitchen. The woman at my feet quickly handcuffed my feet to the chair. Then she tied my left arm and then my right to the chair arms. She fastened a cord around my waist to the chair. "I'm sorry," she mouthed to me. The man yanked on a braid that ran almost all the way to her knees. She whimpered. I pulled at my bonds, and the handcuffs dug into my ankles, the rope into my arms. He tugged even harder on her braid. "You will behave." "Yes master." Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't bend to try and relieve some of the pain from his pulling her braid. He pulled sharply then released her. I shivered, afraid. "Morag, you will be punished later." He turned to me, his grey eyes cold. I wanted to run, because his eyes were empty of all emotion. "As for you, Gwen, you are mine. You will do as I say when I say it. If you don't believe me now, you will. Now you have a choice, you can cooperate and walk out with us, like we're your friends and you're going to go out for a drink, or I can use my stun-gun on you and you can go out with us looking like you've already had a few." He traced his finger along my cheek and lightly ran his finger over my lips, then down my neck, stopping only when he came to the edge of the v to my blouse. "First though, I think that a change of clothes would be more appropriate for going to our party, don't you?" "Yes master." The three women answered quickly and eagerly, like they didn't want to anger him. The one who had been on my left began unbuttoning my blouse. Her head was shaved bald. I tried to squirm back in my chair. Then I felt the scissors cutting through my sleeves. They were cutting my shirt off of me! It had cost seventy dollars at Express! I choked, how could I be concerned about a shirt now? I was tied to a chair and my clothes were being cut off by strange women at the orders of a nutcase, and I was worried about my shirt? I could feel tears running down my cheeks. They cut along the seams to the collar, and then they cut from the bottom of the shirt and out along the sleeves so that the front of the shirt fell away. Suddenly the one with the braid yanked the back of my shirt out from behind me. "That bra will never do. We will have to replace it with one of the ones we brought," he said. The last woman, a redhead, cut the space just between the cups of the bra and it swung open. "Sylvie, why don't you treat her nipple to your teeth." Her close cropped red hair hovered right in front of my mouth, she leaned forward and took my right nipple in her mouth. I closed my eyes and braced myself. First she teased me delicately with her tongue. I relaxed, it felt good. I was dimly aware of the bra being pulled out behind my back. Then her teeth clamped down hard on my breast. I shuddered and she pulled my entire breast away from me with her teeth, when she got to my nipple I was sure that she was going to bite it off. I squirmed towards her, hoping it would lessen the pain, her teeth moved to the last ridge at the end of my nipple, stretching it towards her and I screamed into the gag. "Very good, Sylvie. Now her pants." I tried to beg, tell him that I'd do whatever he wanted, just don't hurt me again. It came out muffled. "Oh you liked that did you?" His voice was gruff. I shook my head violently. "You must have for all the noise you made." He traced the teethmarks with one finger and then pinched my nipple so tight, making me moan in pain. "Yes, I see you like that very much. I think we're going to have to play like that again." He stepped back and the women grabbed my feet. I tried to kick at them. They slid my shoes and socks off and then cut my pants, bringing the scissors up the front of the legs, the red head undid my fly and their scissors met at the bottom of the zipper. I moaned. Then I was naked except my panties. I hoped my panties would do for whatever he wanted, I didn't want to be left even more exposed. "Such beautiful black satin, too bad we're going to have to ruin it. " The women still stood back and he knelt beside me, and delicately ran his hand along the back of my calf to the inside of my thigh, I shivered. His hand was squeezed between my thighs, but he hadn't touched my cunt, I tried to keep my legs tight together. "The outfit we brought you isn't much suited to underwear, is it girls?" The women agreed with him quickly. He pushed aside my panties and his fingers brushed my clit, then he pinched it. My legs involuntarily opened from the pain. Three of his fingers suddenly slammed into me, I sucked in a mouth full of air. I thought I felt something tear, I wasn't a virgin, but that didn't mean I couldn't rip inside. I whimpered. "I think she liked it, girls. I should do it again for her, yes?" The women nodded. "I didn't hear an answer." "Yes master." He drew his fingers out of me slowly, until only the fingertip of his middle finger still touched my hole then he shoved into me. He explored inside me with his fingers, then slid his hand out slowly. I squeezed my legs together as tight as I could. "Put her clothes on." First they snipped the sides of my panties and pulled them through my clenched legs. A thin trail of blood trailed from the crotch of the panties onto my thighs. I swallowed, my throat was suddenly very dry. They unzipped a very short skirt and spread it across my legs. Sylvie, the redhead, pulled the ends through an open part of the pattern in the chair, she zipped the skirt closed. Morag pushed my shoulders forward and the bald woman, put a strapless red bra against my breasts and then fastened it. I winced when I felt the cold fabric come in contact with my tortured breast. The bald one produced a piece of sheer black fabric, she wrapped it around me as she had done the bra and then she buttoned down the front her hands fished the straps from behind and buttoned them over my shoulders to the top of the tank top. Morag let me lean back in the chair. "Girls change into more appropriate clothing." They removed the blazers and the slacks to reveal skirts and tops that matched mine almost exactly. They were all strongly muscled, Morag had small tight breasts, like mine, and Sylvie and the bald girl were much better endowed. "Jenny, unlock her ankles." He handed the bald woman a tiny key and she did as she was told, I glowered at him. "Now Brendi, when you look at me like that and I think that you aren't going to cooperate. And I have to be sure that you won't try and fight when we get outside." He pulled something out of his suit pocket and pushed it against my side. It burned for an instant and then there was blackness. Brendi Lyn Ch. 02 I blinked my eyes, it was so bright and white, my mouth felt like it was dry and rubbery. I tried to move my hands to cover my eyes, but discovered that my wrists were tied tightly to a table. I realized my hands felt funny and numb, like they were tied too tight and my circulation was being cut off. My right leg was fastened tightly to the table, and the bald woman was holding my left leg down while Morag started feeding a rope through some sort of hole in the table. The rope fell across my leg, I tried to kick, but it did no good, the woman's hands were pressing down just below my knee. I opened my mouth, but realized that I still had the rubbery gag in my mouth. Then the rope pulled tight, from beneath the table. It slackened and tightened again, she must have tied it. My legs were tied far more than shoulder width apart and what felt like it could be a pillow was being slid under my hips. Morag walked over to my head, her braid fell over her shoulder and brushed against me, her hands slid behind my head and she removed the gag from my mouth. "What the-" I stopped trying to ask once I realized that no sound was coming out of my mouth. My mouth was too dry. Suddenly Morag squirted a tiny bit of water into my mouth. I choked. "That should help." She lay a finger over my lips while I coughed. "Shh. I don't know what he has planned, just that he wants to prove to you that he is Master. It won't be pleasant. He's going to try to break you. I'd cooperate if I were you." She left, I called after her, but I heard a door shut and knew I was alone. I started to cry. What had I done to deserve this? I'd never seen that man or any of those women before they were in my apartment. I gave to charity, I was nice to people. Now, now I'd been kidnapped. "Oh God why? Please God, I'll be good just get me out of here, let me go home. I'll do anything." I was praying for freedom and I knew I wasn't going to get it, but I had to pray anyway. Maybe the police would save me. I heard the door by my head open and shut. Then heavy footsteps, it had to be the man. "Please, please don't hurt me." I heard some sort of motor and felt myself being tilted so that instead of laying flat my table tilted so that my feet came closer to the ground and I was almost in a standing position. He walked in front of my slowly, I could here the thudding of his feet and he was dressed like a dominatrix: shiny, black leather pants complete with spikes down the sides of the legs, a studded belt, knee high boots that covered the bottoms of his pants, no shirt and a collar with inch long spikes. His muscles were well defined, he was thin, not bulky, but very cut. "Stereotypical? I know, but I'm going to prove to you today that you belong to me, and will for the rest of your life. Do you understand me, Miss Gwennyth Rose Markle?" I nodded. "I expect an answer Gwennyth Rose. Do you understand me?" He leaned into my face until he was less than an inch away. "Yes." I shivered, I was terrified. "Good. Now the first thing that we have to do is find you an appropriate name. How does Brendi sound to you? Brendi Lyn?" I bit my tongue, that was the name of the slut who stole my boyfriend. "I do believe I like that name. I think it suits you, Brendi." I growled, I was trying so hard to keep from talking but I couldn't. "Oh I take it you don't like being called Brendi do you? I wonder why; you're going to be a bigger slut than she ever was, so a name fit for a slut is definitely fit for you." "I am not a slut! I was loyal to my man and when he left me I haven't-" My teeth slammed together and my head slammed to the side, stopped by the table. He'd slapped me. "No, you're my slave and you will do as I say, Brendi. You will only answer to Brendi, and Gwynneth Rose is no more. Do you understand?" I didn't say anything. "Do you understand, slave?" He grabbed my right nipple, the same nipple he had pinched last night, the same nipple Sylvie had almost bit off. Just the touch made me squirm from pain. I didn't say anything until he squeezed it tightly in his fingers, then I screamed. "Do you understand me Brendi Lyn?" I nodded. He opened his mouth. "Yes," I said quickly. "Good. Now, I'm going to punish you, because I know that you're a smart girl and I know you know my name because the girls used it last night, but you haven't been." "Your name? What's your name?" He walked away and the table I was on lowered until I was horizontal again. I heard a zipper open and then a faint jingling sound. He sat on the table on my left side. There was a small baggie filled with needles in his hand. He wore a wicked grin. "Tell me what you want me to call you and I'll do it!" I was panicked. I've always been terrified of needles, I couldn't even make myself learn how to sew when I was little because I was afraid I'd prick myself. "Have you ever wanted to be pierced, my slave?" I shook my head wildly. "I want an answer with words." "No." He teased my left nipple gently, it hardened under his touch. He pulled a thin sewing needle out of the bag. The man clucked his tongue at me reproachfully. He touched the needle lightly against the bottom of my nipple. "What's my name Brendi?" He pushed the needle into my nipple it gathered a tiny bit of skin, not piercing all the way through, just a tiny bit at the bottom. I was trembling. "I don't know," I sobbed. Another needle, he held this one just inside the first, so if he pushed it through it would go through more skin. "Please don't!" I screamed and thrashed, the ring pricked the tender flesh and he pulled it away. "Lay still. The needle will only go where I want it to go, but you must cooperate." I tensed everywhere and I felt the needle slide into my flesh and out the other side. "Oh god oh god, it hurts, it's bleeding. God please!" "Sorry I'm not God." Another needle, even deeper into my nipple, almost to the halfway point."That's not what my girls called me last night is it?" What did they call him? I couldn't think. I looked down and saw that this needle was thicker, like the kind used for fixing socks. He pressed down with his left hand against my right shoulder and with his right hand pushed the needle through. Blood, I could see the blood on my breast. There was another thick needle in his hand, I whimpered. "My slaves must call me-" he thrust the needle through half a centimeter from the third one and I screamed, "-master." He kissed my mouth, it was hot and messy, he forced his tongue deep into my mouth. I didn't try to kiss back, but I didn't bite down on his tongue either. "Brendi, because you didn't think you will have to be punished further. I will only use two more needles, isn't that nice of me?" "Yes, master." A thin needle, he pinched the top part of my nipple and I moaned. The needle scraped against the top of my nipple, he held it perpendicular to the table. The needle bore down into my nipple. He stopped and just the tip was inside of me. "Brendi, I'm putting the needle into the hole that when you're lactating milk would come out of. It should feel very interesting." He pushed a little bit more and I squirmed, he stopped. "If you're going to move the needle won't go in straight, I guess I'll just have to-" he thrust the needle suddenly through the middle of my right nipple-"do that." He pulled a long thick needle out of the baggie. "But master-" He pulled upwards on the four needles in my left breast. I started seeing spots of black floating in the air. "You will not argue with me, this is the second needle. You won't even be able to see where I'm piercing." He turned away from me, and then straddle me so that he was kneeling over my stomach. He leant forward and I could feel his fingers on my cunt. Despite everything when he began massaging my clit I bit my lip with pleasure. He teased at it for a couple of minutes and then I felt cold metal against my vaginal lips. Just a tiny spot, the tip of the needle. He held the thin inner lips together and pushed hard. I wailed and I felt it slide all through me, I felt the other end slide out. "God. Oh God," I gasped. "I already told you I'm not God, you won't say that word again when its for something I've done! Nor Jesus, or anything similar and the only one you pray to is me!" I felt the needle against the inner lips again, just pushing a little bit and then suddenly I could feel it sliding through my skin. "You will agree to not say that again." My eyes were open, but everything was black and his voice seemed far away. "Yes master." "Then I think that that's enough needles." He put the long needle into the baggie. Then he pulled the first needle out slowly. My back arched. "Brendi, calm down. I don't want to loose my newest slave. Look at me, look at your master." I tried, afraid of what would happen if I didn't, but I just shifted my eyes around in the dark searching. "I- Master, I can't see." My voice sounded so weak. "Brendi, calm down, I'm going to leave the rest of the needles alone and let you rest awhile. I don't want you going into shock or passing out on me." He straddled me and pushed so that I could feel his erection through his pants. "I want you to be concious the first time I fuck you, and if you don't do a good job I'll punish you again." He climbed off the table and I heard him walk away and the door slam shut. Moments later I felt a straw at my lips. "Drink some, it's gatorade, it'll give you back some of what your body needs." It was a woman's voice, I relaxed. I started seeing in patches, I saw a bit of orange hair and realized it was Sylvie from last night. I drank my gatorade slowly. Brendi Lyn Ch. 03 I woke to the sound of the door slamming shut and people struggling. My table was raised so that I was vertical, my head at the top, there was a waist high bench in front of me, there were four handcuffs on the legs of the bench. They came into sight and it was another woman and the man... my master. She was naked he wore denim jeans with a thick leather belt, once again no shirt. She was handcuffed and he had a tight hold on her, he had his arms hugging across her chest, but still she was resisting him. He shoved her against the bench and reached down quickly and quickly cuffed her left ankle, she tried to kick out behind her, but he was already in front of her and handcuffed her right wrist to the bench, then unlocked the cuffs that kept her hands together. He kept a tight grip on her left hand and then snapped that to the bench as well. He came around behind her and caught her free leg with both hands. He struggled to get her leg down to the bench, but won and snapped the last cuff down. "Brendi, this is Amanda; Amanda- Brendi Lyn. Now both of you are new and need to learn who's master, and in case you haven't figured it out yet that's me." He leered at me and ran his hand along Amanda's exposed ass and pushed his thumb teasingly against her anus. "Don't touch me!" She screamed. "Brendi Lyn it sounds like she's arguing with me, I think it's time for her to be punished." She screamed at this, I was just glad he wasn't torturing me, but I felt guilty about it. He unbuckled his belt, it had a thick buckle like a cowboy belt, he slid it slowly out of the belt loops of his pants. "Now Brendi, how do you think I should punish her?" I shook my head. I didn't know what to do, the belt might not have been studded, but it still looked frightening. "I need a suggestion Brendi." "I don't know, Master." He snapped the belt tight so it cracked sharply. Amanda's ass tightened. "Maybe you could spank her Master." I didn't want to say it, but if I didn't say something he'd punish me. "I think that's a good idea, Brendi, I can spank her just like her daddy used to when she was little, but I think that that's rather mean of you to come up with something like that, really I just wanted to fuck her for you to watch. But then again if I fuck her I might get to tired for you." He leant over and licked from her pussy up to into her crack. "Then fuck her if you want to!" I realized that was a command, not an answer to anything I'd spoken out of turn. "I'm sorry, Master." I started crying. He lay his belt down on the floor. He walked behind me and I felt my table moving, but I wasn't moving with it. Then the flat part of my table fell away and I was left strapped by my wrists and ankles to a frame. He tilted the frame forwards, and took a rope to my ankle and tied it to the top of the frame where my hands were bound, then from the other ankle to the top bar. "Amanda, she's been a bad girl, too, I'm going to spank you first, then I will punish her, okay? I'll even let you watch me punish her." Amanda was sobbing hysterically. He tilted me so I was vertical again, so that I could see what he was doing to her. Then he walked towards the girl folded over the bench, he picked up his belt from the ground. He moved to one side of her, I realized so that I could see a clear view of her ass. He held the belt by its buckle and slung it easily over his shoulder. The brown leather crashed over her backside, he raised it for another blow, but I could see the sharp red line across the cushioned part of her butt. He slammed the belt down again, both me and Amanda screamed this time, it had fallen lower, closer to her thighs. He swung it down again. "Brendi I want you to count eight more strikes with the belt for her, if you scream with her I will start over." The belt crashed down again, overlapping both red welts, making two even brighter red lines. "One." My voice shook, but I didn't scream. He smashed the belt across her cheeks. "Two." He stopped and unzipped his pants, his cock was erect. He obviously enjoyed out pain and fear. He walked behind her and I think he was teasing himself against her, he didn't push into her, at least not all the way. I could hear her crying quietly, she wasn't screaming anymore. He stepped back, zipped his pants and slapped her ass with his hand, the shape of his hand was lost in the other red. He picked up the belt again and moved to the opposite side than before. He brought it down hard, she let out a squeal of pain. "Three." He leant over and kissed her cheek nearest him then smashed the belt again. "Four." He set down the belt and rested one hand low on her ass he pressed his thumb against her, he pushed it into her and she screamed. "Just like daddy used to do, right Mandie?" "Nononononono!" "Now don't lie to your master, Amanda. Brendi, she was put into a foster home because her father was a child molester, but the foster father they gave her was a pimp and pimped her out. Her father only touched her, he never raped her, her foster father did, didn't he sweety?" He pulled his thumb out of her and the belt crashed into her ass again. I had to think of what number I was on before that revelation. "Five." He brought the belt down again, lower so it almost went across her cunt. "Six." Again, it slapped against her cunt and she screamed a high piercing scream. "Sev- Seven." He moved between us so that his back was too me, she was crying loudly. He undid his fly, and it looked like he stroked himself a couple of times before pressing his cock against her. "Should I do her ass or her pussy?" I choked. I thought about it. "Master, I think her pussy." "Good, then I'll do her ass." It was one of those questions that no matter what you answered he would've made it hurt her. He pushed into her and thrust a few times, pistoning against her. Then he pulled out. "That was her pussy to get me a little wet." He paused and I saw him push, slowly against her. Amanda's crying was getting loud, she was moaning and screaming. Our kidnapper leaned back gently, he was being so gentle I'd say he was making love to her ass. Her screaming died down as she realized he wasn't being too violent. After she was quiet he changed his rhythym and it was so hard that she and the bench she was bound to were rocking back and forth, even though it looked like the bench was really stable. I could hear the bench slamming into the ground. He stopped and held still in her. He pulled out of her suddenly, he picked up the belt and slammed it down from behind her so that it went down her crack and thwacked solidly against her pussy. He moved out from behind her and I could see blood and come oozing out of her. I swallowed to keep myself from screaming. "Eight,"I whispered. "Now Amanda how should I punish her? After all she back talked to me to tell me to fuck you after she ahd already told me to spank you. " "Hurt her." He waited as if expecting something then slammed his hand down hard across her thighs and pussy. "What are you to call me every time you speak to me?" "Master. Please hurt her master." "Good girl." He unlocked her ankles and her wrists. He turned her around so that she was sitting on the ground behind the bench. She whimpered a little when her ass hit the ground. Then he recuffed her so that she was sitting as if in the stocks, her head was forced underneath the bench, but still so that she could see me. "Do you see the needles in her nipples? First we're going to take those out, and then her punishment will begin." He pushed his body against mine, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. His cock was swinging free of his pants and it was already semi-hard. He reached down and stroked himself. I squirmed, trying to pull my hips from him. "Slave, you should be glad that your master is so excited by the sight of you that immediately after coming I'm hard. Maybe I just have to give you a better view." He stepped back from me and slid his pants off. He moved to the side so that Amanda could have a clear view like I had. He flicked the very tip of my nipples and they tightened around the needles and started bleeding again. His fingers were surprisingly soft as he teased my left breast. His fingers tugged gently on the second needle he had stabbed me with. I could feel the skin trying to move with the needle. He pulled hard and the scab around the needle tore free. I screamed. "Brendi, it wouldn't have been so bad if you had let me take them out before. But you were so weak that you needed to rest, and now they've all been scabbed over." He stopped and went to his bag and came back with a ball gag, I could see clearly the teeth marks in it and when he forced the ball into my mouth I bit down hard to distract me from the pain. He tied it, tight, then returned to teasing my left breast, he pinched the tip of my nipple. Then he leaned forward and lapped at the blood that was dripping down its side. I shivered his tongue felt good. He yanked the next needle out quickly, I bit down hard on my gag and moaned. His hand traced lightly around my breast and then slid down my stomach, and down teasing against the soft triangle of my pubic region, then further down and his fingers teased my clit and pushed into my cunt. "My you are getting wet." He turned to Amanda. "I think she's enjoying herself, we'd best hurry through the rest of the needles and then I can punish her for you." He tore out the rest of the needles quickly, I felt bile rising in my stomach. He stepped behind me and pushed himself against me. I could feel his hard dick against my ass. He untied my gag and took it from my mouth. He walked away behind me and I heard him pull something out of the bag. Amanda's eyes got really big. "I should fuck her before I use this on her, shouldn't I, Amanda?" "I don't know, Master, it's your choice." I heard something soft fall and then a gentle clinking sound as something metal dropped to the floor. I felt him behind me again, his hand traced patterns on my body. He slid two fingers into my cunt and finger fucked me. I moaned and leaned back against him. "Ohh, yes, Master." As soon as his name passed my lips he stopped. His fingers pushed against my mouth. "Clean them for me slave, suck them clean." I opened my mouth and his fingers slick with my juices slid into my mouth. I tasted sour, almost bitter. I sucked on his fingers and slid my tongue against them. I worked on sucking and cleaning his fingers as pleasurably as possible, cupping them in my tongue. I felt him position his cock, pressing its head against my ass. I jerked. "Now slave, things were going so well, is it that your ass is virgin that made you jump like that or is it what I just did to Amanda?" I kept sucking his fingers, how in the hell did he know that? I'd never had anything bigger than a finger in my ass. "I'll enjoy taking that from you, but not right now. Your deflowering needs a more intimate setting. Brendi, you will come when I come." That was terrifying, I almost never came and my master wanted me to come on his command? What would he do to me if I didn't come when he did? He kissed my neck, sucking on the flesh, I focused on enjoying the sensations. His cockhead slid against the lips of my pussy. He teased at the opening, pushing it against my clit, but making no effort to penetrate me. He slid his fingers from my mouth and used that hand to caress my ass, holding it gently in his hand. He pushed until the head of his cock was inside me and nothing more, then he started running his hand up and down his shaft, I could feel his fingers brush against me then slide away. The hand that had been cupping my ass moved to my right breast and squeezed. It didn't hurt so bad as my left, but it was still painful. He started rocking his hips against me, but he used his hand to keep from penetrating me any deeper. I swallowed hard. I wanted him inside of me. He bit the side of my neck, surprisingly it felt good. I moaned in pleasure as he kept moving the head of his cock inside of me. "Are you enjoying yourself, slave?" It took an effort for me to remember words and language. "Yes master." I realized how much I wanted him in me, filling me. "Please, master." I gasped for air, the hand that had been stroking his cock switched to my clit. I pushed down against him, but it did no good. "Please what?" "Fuck me master. Please." He thrust into me hard, and his hands went to my breasts, painful as they were he squeezed my nipples and started fucking me hard. He licked the back of my neck. He was fucking me so hard now that each thrust was hitting against my cervix, it hurt, but at the same time it felt so goo. Just the strength of his thrusts hurt. I could feel his hips slamming into mine. He thrust one last time even harder, and held me tight against him, pulling himself into me more and more. I felt the hot come spilling into me and I came. Harder than I had come before. My pussy tightened around him in waves of pleasure. My whole body was quaking with pleasure and pain. He thrust again and more warmth spilled into me. I realized that I had just come from being raped, but it hadn't been rape, at least not completely. I'd asked for more. I'd wanted more. "That. Was. Very. Good." He paused to catch his breath, his cock began shrinking inside me. I moaned as he slid out of me. "You won't have to be punished except for your audacity to command me earlier. I'll leave you two girls alone to rest, and then I'll come back to punish you, Brendi, later." Brendi Lyn Ch. 04 I shivered when the door slammed shut and looked at the sobbing girl in front of me. I hadn't realized how bad she'd been crying while he fucked me, then I thought about her ass, bleeding and oozing his come, when he sat her down and handcuffed her again. I swallowed to get my voice back. "Are- Are you okay?" I asked. She just glared at me, her eyes full of hate and pain. I felt guilty for what he'd done to her, but if I hadn't cooperated he'd have just hurt both of us more. "I'm sorry." She just kept crying. I didn't want her to keep crying. "Amanda," I said softly. "Don't call me that! My names Gabriella, Gabbi," she snapped. Anger had torn her out of pain. "I'm sorry. I'm Gwen. I guess he renamed you, too." She looked down at the ground in front of her. I was quiet a moment, then a thought struck me. "Do you think he'll let us go?" "No, we've seen his face." I stared at her blankly. "He'd kill us before he'd let us go. Otherwise we could turn him in to the cops." "Oh." I didn't know what else to say. I hadn't thought about him killing us since I'd woken up, since the other women had taken care of me. "I don't think he'll kill us, I mean why bother teaching us who's master if he's just going to kill us." She wiggled a little and this set her off crying again. She didn't say anything, just cried. "Gabbi!" She kept crying, she started making a hiccupping sound. "Gabriella!" "I'm sorry," she hiccupped. "I hurt." "Shh, sweetie, its okay. You'll feel better." I wanted to promise it to her that we'd get out of here and away from him. But I couldn't make myself lie to her. "Why did you tell him what to do?" She choked out, the words spaced between sobs. "If I hadn't he'd have hurt us both." He'd have hurt me, I'd been selfish. "He's still going to hurt you." She looked somewhere behind me. "With that." I strained to turn my head to see whatever it was. "It's a whip, lots of tails, he said he was going to punish you with it." I shivered, a whip, a real whip, not just a belt like he'd used on her. The belt looked painful enough. "God, a whip?" She just nodded. "I can't handle being whipped. God, I've never hurt so much and he's going to whip me?" "Why do you think he fucked you first? He didn't want to get bloody." The door opened; he walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face. "You fucking sluts! I leave you alone for five minutes and when I come back you've broken all the rules I set down for you. You both have to be punished." "I- Master what did I do?" "What did you do? You come sucking slut! You know what you did, Brendi! And you Amanda, after I punished you for your insistence that you be called by that name you tell that foul name to other people? You have no right to be called that name, your name is Amanda." He wheeled back to me. "You, you broke all of my rules, first you both spoke of me without calling me master! and second you told her to call you Gwen, third you prayed to God. Big mistake Brendi Lyn. You pray to me! You worship only me! I thought you were cooperating! I thought you were a fast learner!" He slapped me hard again, and then pinched my nipples viciously between his fingernails. I squealed in pain."All right, slave, seven lashings with our pretty cat over there. Amanda will do you the same honor you did her and count them for you." He walked behind me and I couldn't see him. "Master, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" I howled, the whip hurt so bad. The leather tore through my skin and leather tips tucked themselves in and out of my back. "Amanda had better count, the next one is still one because she took so long to say it." The whip cracked on my back to punctuate his last word. I screamed. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Gabbi say one. The colors of the room were swirling when I opened my eyes and the whip crashed down again. My back, it hurt so much-- my whole body was tight with pain. Again the whip slammed into me. "Gaaawd," I wailed. "Three." "Another strike for that." He slammed it into me again. My back was on fire, I couldn't see. I couldn't think animal sounds came out of me. "Four." I heard the whip fall to the ground, it made the same soft sound of leather and tinkling of metal as it fell. I heard languid, easy steps and felt his lips gently on mine. "Brendi, you're not going to pass out on me are you?" I tried to shake my head, but moaned because my back hurt so much. "You need to answer me with words, Brendi Lyn." "No, master." I gasped, light started coming back to my eyes. "Good girl, no more praying to anyone but me, right?" "Yes, Master." He walked behind me again and picked up the whip. It flew into my back again. "Five." "You know girls, the nine really is a vicious bitch, but you, Brendi, are doing very well, almost as well as Amanda did with the belt. Factoring in of course experience and pain." The metal tips cruelly caressed my bloody back. I could feel blood down the back of my legs. "Six." I started whimpering. And it smashed into my back again. "Seven." My back felt like it was on fire, with the whip's tails being new pinpoints of heat. The whip slashed my back one last time. "Eight." Then everything was gone, even the pain. Brendi Lyn Ch. 05 "He shouldn't treat the new ones so bad," someone whispered. "They need to build up to such pain." Another unknown hushed voice added. "He wants them to learn he's master." A third voice. "That doesn't mean he needs to beat them half to death. She doesn't have the tolerance for pain that we do, none of us would've even thought twice about that many lashings." I squirmed and my back was icy fire. "You other girls get out of here, she doesn't need masses of people around her." The first voice, there was a shuffling and a door opening and closing. She moved something on my back, it stang and I tried to pull away. "Now, Brendi, I need you to hold still. Otherwise this'll just hurt more and I want you to get better." She peeled a warm cloth from my back and replaced it with a cool one. I tried to swallow, but my throat was so dry I started choking. Suddenly a straw was pressed against my lips. "It's just gatorade." I took a sip and held it in my mouth letting it soak into my chapped lips, soften my dry throat. I opened my eyes and saw a woman's belly, if I lowered my eyes I could see her naked cunt, if I raised them I could see her breasts. "Th-" my voice was still funny, I swallowed a little bit more. "Thank you." "Here, take this." She slipped a pill into my mouth. I spat it back out, afraid of what it could be. "Sweetie, you don't have any choice, besides its just a painkiller." She popped the wet pill back into my mouth and pushed the straw in after. She was acting like this was normal, standing around naked and treating a girl who's back has been whipped to ribbons. "Swallow it or it's going to taste really bitter." I held it in my mouth and the sweet coating melted away. I tried to spit it out again, but she caught it and pushed what was left of the pill into my mouth. "If you don't take it your breasts and your back are going to start hurting again and the master will punish you." I swallowed and she put the straw to my mouth again and I drank. "Good girl." She knelt down in front of me, I gasped to see Sylvie's flame red hair. "I'm sorry I had to hurt you before, but I had to obey the master." She was apologizing for almost biting off my nipple? "I'm one of the first two he took. I've tried to fight back. I tried to run away the first time he took me out somewhere. He caught me and he punished me." She was quiet for awhile, her eyes clouded over fearfully. "He takes two every three years or so. He does his research and he drives a long way to get them. With you two there's twelve of us." "Twelve?" My mind spun, two every three years, twelve! I quickly counted, four by the third year, six by the sixth, eight, ten-- fifteen years! She just nodded. "I'd just finished training to be a nurse when he took me. I think that's why he chose me, he knew he'd need someone to fix us up after he uses us." I shivered; my back burned and I focused on staying still. I must've made some noise, or maybe it was just the look on my face. "Brendi, are you all right?" "No." Shaking my head would have been stupid. She understood though. "I'm sorry, I forget what it was like to be free. What it was like to not answer to the master. Be grateful that there's so many of us now. We get his attention less because there's more of us to go around. In the beginning, when it was just me and Morag..." She trailed off. "Then again now the boys are grown so he shares us." "The boys?" "My son, he's fourteen. Morag's son's thirteen. The other boys are younger, but the master taught them long ago to hate us, to hurt us every chance they get, but he hurts them too." She shook her head. "Don't worry, he won't share you yet." Yet? The panick must have shown on my face, she tried to be reassuring. "He won't share you with them for a couple months yet, and I doubt he'll give you to the boys to play with for a couple years." "Sylvie." The master's voice broke into the room, hard and commanding. I shivered I hadn't even heard the door open. I braced myself for whatever was coming next. Brendi Lyn Ch. 06 "Sylvie." The master's voice broke into the room, hard and commanding. I shivered I hadn't even heard the door open. "Yes, Master?" "Let her learn things on her own." As he spoke he lightly caressed my legs. "I just may let the boys use her mouth, but for now these-" he slid a finger into my pussy and then traced it lightly around my ass. "-are for me only." "Yes, Master, I'm sorry if I was telling her too much. You did ask me to educate her though." "And you were doing a fine job, but I don't want you telling her things that might not be totally true." "I'm sorry, Master." "Sylvie, do you think she's ready to sit up yet?" "No, Master. I'd suggest waiting a day, she's still fragile, she might pass out again." "Then I will wait for that." He walked in front of me and I could see that he too was completely naked. "Open your mouth slave." I did as he commanded and he slid himself into my mouth. Almost instantly there was a warm feeling and a bitter taste in my mouth. I gagged, I tried to spit him out, but he held one hand in my hair and the other under my chin. My back erupted in fire as i tried to squirm away, he held my head steady. "Swallow slave. It is an honor that I allow you to serve as my toilet." I was choking, there was too much in my mouth, some dribbled out of my mouth, down my chin. The flow of urine stopped. "Disgusting. I suggest you swallow now slave or you will be punished further." I tried to swallow, but my throat wouldn't let any in. God what would he do to me if I didn't? I forced myself to drink it. He slid out of my mouth. My back faded to a tolerable level of pain. "Sylvie, clean her face." Sylvie knelt before me again and licked my chin gently, then she ran her tongue along my lips. Forcing her tongue between them as I clenched my mouth shut. She planted little kisses on my mouth. I opened my mouth a little bit and she kissed me full on, she slid her tongue against mine. I'd never even thought about kissing another woman before, but she was so gentle and sweet that after the master's cruelness I was aroused. "Good girl, Sylvie." Sylvie pulled gently away from the kiss. "Thank you, Master." "I will reward you later, now I think that Brendi needs my attention." Sylvie nodded and left the room. She left me alone with him He knelt down before me and looked into my eyes. His eyes reflected the white sterile room, but in their very centers was my face. I looked scared, my eyes were greener than usual and looked almost wild with hurt, my hair was matted around my face. I noticed the tiny lines around his eyes were far deeper than they looked. From this close I could see that he was a young fifty, maybe even mid forties. "You are very beautiful." I wanted to call him a liar, but I knew if I did that he'd hurt me. "Thank you, Master." I tried to say it eagerly, like Sylvie had done. I think I failed. "Brendi, did you enjoy watching me with Amanda?" Her name was Gabrielle, I thought quickly. I lowered my eyes to the ground. "Did you?" "No, Master." "Be honest, you at least enjoyed that it wasn't you, right?" I had been so relieved that I wasn't being tortured, I'd forgotten about the needles in my nipples, but something about her screams. I was wet when he started pulling the needles out. "Yes, Master." I had to tell him the truth. "Master, I liked that she was being punished for disobeying you." "I thought so. You were very turned on when I left her weren't you?" "Yes, Master." "Good. I only like to take slaves that desire the pain. You need punishment more than you need sex. I work very hard to find my slaves. Slaves who don't know what they need until they come here." He kissed my forehead. "I try to be a fair master, I'm going to leave you alone until your back feels better, then we'll get some food in you and we can play again." My stomach grumbled at the mention of food. "I guess you're hungry now, I'll send in one of the other slaves with something for you to drink." He rose and I heard the door close behind him. I was alone. Brendi Lyn Ch. 07 I was only alone for a couple minutes when the door opened and a young woman with shoulder length chestnut brown hair came in, she had the same well toned shape the rest of the women I'd seen did. In her hand she had a can of slim fast and a straw. She opened the can with a quiet clunk, then put the straw in. "Master says you're hungry." "I am." She put the straw to my lips. The shake is supposed to be chocolate, but tastes chalky. "What's your name?" "Gwyn-" I catch myself. "I mean Brendi, Brendi Lyn." She laughed. "It's so hard to give up your old name, so hard to accept that you're not going to get free. I'm surprised that most of us are fairly sane. But he doesn't enjoy breaking our minds to smithereens, just to obeyance." I sucked on the slim fast. It wasn't giving me enough nourishment by far. She quieted for a minute. "I'm Tiarra. At least he gave you a real name." I just suckled at the straw. "The master's only had me three years, legally I'm still alive. Morag, Sylvie, Lara, Faith, Darcie, and Niam, legally they're all dead, it's been more than seven years. Shauna and Tristin only have a year left, then they're dead, too." "Dead?" "Seven years and you're legally dead. All the family you need is right here. I guess I talk too much. If I keep talking I don't think, so talking is good." I tried to nod, and my back didn't burst into fire. There was a name she hadn't mentioned that the master had used. "What about the bald girl, Jenny?" "She's my match, like Amanda's yours. She's been here three years, too. When we first got here she had beautiful long hair. It was so dark and shiny. The master didn't like that she was so proud of it, so he cut it off to punish her pride. He did it in front of me while he was breaking us. She tried to fight, she was cooperative except for that." Tiarra shivered. "He broke her too far. She's not..." The girl trailed off. "You and Amanda will be all right though. You'll see, he's been gentler with you." "Gentle?" I choked. "He screwed more with our heads than he has you, he backs off when you can't take the punishment. He broke Jenny's mind so he's trying to be nicer to you." The door opened and a little girl, couldn't have been more than five years old ran up to her. "Daddy said for you to be a good girl. He said don't scare Bwendi." She had pretty blond hair and her r's turned into w's. She ran back to the door and I heard it slam shut. "Shauna's oldest, looks just like her mom." Tiarra pulled my hair away from my face and started gently running her fingers through it. "Oldest?" "We all have two. He knows that we won't abandon our children to him." "Oh." I didn't know what else to say. "My son's still nursing, he's only about five months old. My daughter just turned two. She's so adorable, but she has the master's eyes. They're cold like his." "I should go, Master didn't want me to stay too long." I heard the click of a lock, probably the door so I couldn't get out, and then the lights went out.3 Brendi Lyn Ch. 08 After they'd finished taken out the needles he'd cleaned my breast so carefully I could almost imagined that he cared. Then he's spread some kind of cream onto it and my back and bought me to a room where Amanda was already sleeping. The room had two mattresses-- both old and lumpy, but I slept so soundly it didn't matter. I hadn't realized how wearing it was on my body to be tied up like that. Still, he'd left us alone for so long. We had water, there was a small sink and a toilet in our room, but I hadn't eaten anything since the slim fast that Tiara had given me. "I was a waitress. I wanted more, but that paid the bills." "What did you want to be?" "Anything but a waitress. What about you?" "I've been so many different things, the last few months I was working at McDonald's." "Did your family-- was what he said about your childhood true?" She got really quiet and didn't say anything. She got kind of pale under the harsh lights." I'm sorry," I said. We sat in silence. Some time later the door opened and Morag was there. "Brendi follow me." I did as she said, I had some trouble getting myself to move-- my back was stiff still, but it was getting better. She led me through narrow white corridors, and finally she stopped at one of the doors that didn't any different from the others to me. She knocked lightly on the door. "Master? I brought Brendi." "Come in." She opened the door. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and had a half eaten big mac in front of him with fries spilled across the table, with a small bowl of ketchup. There was another big mac across from him. My stomach rumbled. It'd been too long since I'd eaten anything. "Morag, you've been a good girl. You're free to go anywhere in the compound today, but you must do as the boys command you if you come across them. Understand?" "Yes, master." She left and shut the door behind her. "Brendi Lynn, go ahead and sit down." I sat in the chair where the unopened big mac was." I looked at it, my mouth practically watering. "Amanda was doing really good for the last few months, she'd been working at McDonald's, touching everyone's meat and ringing them up at the cash register." I shifted uncomfortably at the double entendre. "Before that," he laughed, "she was doing the same thing, touching men's meat and getting paid for it. Though she often did more than just touching." He took a big bite out of his hamburger. My stomach rumbled he had to hear it. "You can unwrap yours if you want." I picked up my hamburger uncertain. He nodded as I did. "Go ahead. Now as I was saying, she worked at McDonalds. I didn't have to kidnap her like I did you. I just went into the Mickey D's where she worked late at night and offered her fifty bucks to go back to my hotel room with me. She said no, that she couldn't risk her job that she had to finish her shift. I said that I could come back at the end of her shift. She shook her head. She had a good job, she didn't need to do that anymore. I offered a hundred. Her hands shook as she took the money to pay for my burgers. I leaned against the counter and told her that she'd be in charge. I wouldn't do anything she didn't want. She told me that her shift ended in three more hours, that I should pick her up then." I started to raise the hamburger to my mouth, to hide my concern over where the story was going and because I was that hungry. "Brendi fucking Lynn! did I give you permission to eat the burger?" "No, sir." "Then why did you try to eat it? I though you knew better. Then again, it has been awhile since you've eaten anything, hasn't it?" "Yes, sir." "Good. I want you to smell the burger, look at it, but don't eat it yet. Understand?" "Yes, sir." "Now where was I?" "Amanda had told you to pick her up when her shift ended, sir." My voice shook. "Right, so I went and ate my burgers. Then when I went back up the counter to have her give me more fries I whispered in her ear, 'That's too long, I'll give you a hundred more to fake sick and meet me at my van outside in fifteen minutes.' Her eyes went wide. She nodded. I don't think that she'd ever had her hands on that much money in her life. I opened my wallet to show her that I had the money on me. Then I went outside and waited in my van. Just me, I'd left the other girls waiting in the hotel room. She was outside in ten minutes." His hamburger was almost gone. And I was using all my strength of will not to eat the one in front of me. "Take a great big whiff of your burger, slave." I did. "Now bring it over here to my side of the table and sit on my lap, then maybe I'll let you eat it." I walked uncertainly over to him. I set down the burger and then sat on his lap facing the table. "No, straddle me. Face me." I turned around. "Now kiss me girl." I did. He held my hair tight, and forced his tongue along mine. Loosened his grip and I nibbled at his lips. I really focused on giving him a good kiss. Then I started going after the taste of ketchup on his lips. When I pulled away, he spoke again, "You could taste the food. I know you could." His hands found my ass and lightly caressed it. "Now, slave, Amanda came to my van and I took her to the hotel. When we got out I pushed her against the door and kissed her, hard, made out with her and pressed my body into hers. Really it was a signal for the other girls to hide in the closet as much as it was to arouse me. After a bit I opened the door and pulled out my wallet, put the two hundred on the tv cabinet. 'Strip for me,' I told her. She did. The McDonald's uniform wasn't sexy in the least, but she did it. She obeyed with no question's at all when there was money in it. I told her to lay down on the bed, on her back. I fucked her hard, holding her down with one arm and her mouth shut with the other. Her eyes had this panicked look in them, like she didn't know what she'd gotten herself into and didn't have a pimp to get her out of it." He smiled then, a strange smile and took a bite out of the burger that I'd thought was mine. "I didn't give her any foreplay like I did you. Before I came I pulled out of her and held her down with my legs against hers, and my arms pressed against her arms. She was such a good little slut. I held her like that with one arm and pulled off the condom with the other. When I dropped it on her chest she started squirming. I kissed her to keep her from screaming for help. I called the other girls in and had them gag her for me. The panic made her pretty, but not as sexy as her obedience had. I warned her that we would kill her if she disobeyed me and had her stand up and put her arms against the wall. I grabbed her ass and fucked her for all I was worth. It didn't last much longer, but I got my come in her. She's gonna have a baby girl, I hope, they're so much easier to sell than the boys." He started rocking his hips against me. "Then I had the girls tie her up and load her into the van, then the next night we got you, sweet heart. When you go back to your room ask her if the two hundred dollars was worth it." "Yes, master." "Now Brendi, I think that I'll let you eat your hamburger, if you worship me like you tried to give lip service to the imaginary friend of yours, what was his name? oh right God and Jesus. Get on your knees slut." He shoved me off of him and I fell hard on the floor. I got to my knees. "You're going to pray to me differently than you did to that god." He unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. Then stepped out of them. He walked in front of me. "Now, my dear little slut, I don't quite trust you to suck me off yet. Instead I want you to kiss me, to lick me, to touch me. Put every part of your being into it, you only get the burger if you satisfy me. No stroking me with your hand though, all petting." I started by licking the head, it was soft and pink. I kissed a trail underneath it all the way to the base and suckled at his balls while I let my hand play with the cock. He stepped wider. I pressed against his taint and lapped his balls then back to his cock. I did everything in my power to tease him, to tantalize him, to make him give me that burger without breaking his rules. I licked his head and took just the tip of it into my mouth and pressed my tongue against his urethra. Finally he stopped me, but not to let me eat or tell me I'd failed. "Pray to it," he said. "Beg it to get you pregnant. Beg it to fill your cunt." "Please, Master's Huge cock, I want to feel you inside of me. Please master's sweet cock, fill me up with your seed. Master's cock, please give me your nourishment. I want your child to grow in my womb. You, great cock, are so far beyond me I can only ask these great favors of you." My mind was whirling, trying to come up with an appropriate prayer. Finally it came to me. The twenty third Psalm. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sorrow, I shall fear no barrenness for the Master's rod and staff fill me, You prepare my womb with seed where none others ever will, you anoint my insides with your sweet sperm until my vagina runneth over filled with your life. Surely I shall bear your children in not too many days and I will worship you sweet cock forever." My master was smiling by the time I had finished. "Brendi, sit down, eat your hamburger and what's left of the fries. Then get down on your hands and knees." I could've almost sworn that he was trying not to laugh. I chewed slowly, trying to trick my stomach into believing that there was more food than there actually was. He didn't hurry me at all. When I finished eating I was on the floor before he had a chance to object. "Now slave, tell me who I am." I had to fight the urge to resist. I knew he would punish me if I didn't say what he wanted. "You are my master and my owner. You are as a god to me." He put a collar around my neck and clipped a leash onto it. "Brendi, hold the end of the leash in your teeth." I did. "You are my dog today, but first I think you'll be my horse and I'll ride you." He knelt behind my, I could feel his hands against me sides, then he lowered them to my hips. The head of his cock pushed against my asshole. I tensed, but I didn't try to pull away. I could feel the pressure against it, his cock was dry. I was crying, I realized that I'd been crying since praying to his cock, since that blasphemy. "Please, master," I whimpered. "Don't." "No, not yet. When I fuck you there, sweetheart, you'll be begging me for it. Virginities are special things and I wouldn't dream of raping it away. That would be a waste." His cock slid down and into my pussy. I was dry and it hurt. He slid out of me and let go of me. Then I felt something cold squirt against me, he worked it inside of me and then stopped. I imagined he was spreading the lube on himself. Then he pushed into me again. He kept still a moment. "Here is good though, right sweetheart?" "Yes, sir." My voice was thick with shame. I didn't have any choice in the matter, so why fight back? When he finished he pushed a button somewhere on the table, and a speakerphone came on. "Morag, come and collect Brendi for me." Then he came and gave me a pill. "Now Brendi, be a good girl and swallow this for me." He pushed it in front of my mouth. I ate it out of his hand. He petted my head. "Good girl, your the perfect dog aren't you, my little bitch?"