Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"How much?" he asked.

"A hundred grand. That's a bargain. It's no more than you spend in a year, and it's chump change to you anyway."

"That's a lot of money for pussy," he said doubtfully.

"Bull. You know how much a street corner hooker pulls in a year? Maybe two hundred grand. Sex is expensive, my man."

"Done then, on one condition."

"What?"

"I keep her until you bring my own."

"No way."

"Then it's no deal."

"Come on, Pete. This one is my personal slave. She's not for sale or rent."

"I'll give you an extra twenty grand." I looked at Gwen, licking my lips, considering.

"I have to have her back."

"Of course."

"Unharmed," I said firmly. "No scars, no broken limbs, no burns, nothing different than she is now."

"Absolutely."

"All right."

We shook hands, and he looked at Gwen possessively.

"I'll deliver her to your place this evening."

"Why can't I take her with me?"

"Because I have to take care of some things and talk with her before she goes."

"All right," he said reluctantly.

"Just have the check waiting for me."

He left and I went over to Gwen. She hadn't heard anything because the hood was thickly padded over her ears. I stroked her body, sliding my fingers up and down her slit. She humped up at me eagerly.

I was gonna miss the little brat.

I untied her, then had her write a letter to my father. It told him she was going to Hollywood to be a porn actress, and that she'd phone him in a month or two, and maybe come back for a visit then. She was excited since she thought she was coming to stay with me.

I had her pack some things then put a couple of suitcases in the trunk of my car. Meanwhile I fetched the tape I'd made over the past week, the tape that had Gwen fucking and sucking various guys jerking off with dildos, and dancing her lewd dances. I figured dad and mom would find it… interesting.

Then I shackled her again and sat her down.

"Peter, the guy who was here today?"

She nodded.

"He wants to buy you."

"Bu… buy me?" she asked in confusion.

"That's right. He wants to buy you as his slave girl. He offered me a great deal of money for you. I said no. However, we made a deal. You're going to stay with him for a month while I get another girl for him. Then he's going to pay me a huge amount of money and then you'll come and live with me."

"But… but I don't want to live with him, Michael," she whimpered. "I love you."

"I love you too, fuck toy, but I need the money. He's offering me over a hundred thousand dollars."

Her eyes opened wide and she mouthed the amount.

"He's incredibly rich, and lives in a big mansion. All you have to do is be his slut slave fuck toy for the month, then you can come and stay with me."

"But… but when will I see you?" she whined.

"Not for another month. But don't worry, he'll be a good master for you. You really turn him on. Just obey him like you would me, or I'll whip the shit out of you when I get you back."

She didn't like it, but she clearly didn't know how to deny me, and I didn't ask her permission. I put a rain cape over her and put her in the car then drove to Peter's mansion. He buzzed me through the gate, and I drove up the long, winding driveway.

"Some day I'll have a place like this," I said to her.

We stopped in front of the front door and I got out, then went around to the other door and pulled Gwen out. She was naked under the cape, and stepped gingerly on the pavement as I led her to the stairs, then up them to the front door.

I rang the bell and a bald guy in a butler's outfit answered.

"Uh, is Mr. Martin in?"

"This way, sir," he said.

I led Gwen in and the guy closed the door behind us then led us to a huge living-room where Peter was sitting in front of a fireplace. He stood up when we arrived.

"Ahh, I'm so glad you finally got here," he smiled. "I've been eagerly looking forward to this."

He smiled at Gwen.

I gestured towards the butler.

"Don't mind Jerome," Peter grinned. "Nothing bothers him. Does it, Jerome?"

"Nothing, sir," Jerome said, face blank. Peter removed Gwen's rain cape and sighed in delight at her lush young body.

"Is this something, Jerome?" he exulted. "Look at this? Isn't she gorgeous?"

"Yes, sir. Quite," Jerome said, face as blank as though Peter had shown him a new watch, or couch or rug.

Gwen looked a little embarrassed, but knew better than to try to hide herself as Peter groped her breasts with heavy hands. "There's your check," he said, motioning to a nearby table.

I went and picked it up, whistling at all those zeros. "Okay," I said. "Remember, nothing permanent."

"Of course," Peter said impatiently.

Gwen gave me a pitiful look as I walked away.

I waved to her, said to be good, then closed the front door behind me and drove off.

I had gotten Gwen's list of girls from her, but none really matched what Peter wanted. So I had to spend a week at the beaches and malls before spotting one that would do.

She was a doll, masses of curly red hair and a body with double D breasts and a tight little ass. She was a bit shorter than Gwen, but had a pretty face and blue eyes. She was all but falling out of a tiny bikini when I first spotted her.

Little slut, I thought.

It was fairly easy to grab her, and within a day she was spread-eagled in midair as her body tasted the various whips. I used more pain on her than I had on Gwen. Not only wasn't she my sister but she was a lot more reluctant than Gwen had been.

I used the bigger electrical machine on her too. I clamped alligator clamps to her nipples and crotch and pumped varying levels of electricity into her body, shattering her nervous system and making her almost unable to speak for hours afterwards.

For the first week she received punishment no matter what, designed to break her mind. She spent all her time bound.

She spent each evening upside down and blindfolded, listing to Gwen's voice tellin her she was a whore and a fuck toy. Each day she was hung by her wrists and whipped, then shocked.

I raped her long and often, of course, and mauled her fat, beautiful tits all the time. The first time I sodomize her I thought she would faint from shock and horror. I also did something I'd neglected to do with Gwen, teach her deep throating.

I simply chained her on her back with her head hanging over the table, then forced my cock right down her throat. I throat raped her every day for a week. She got the hang of it by then.

After that it was tricks and obedience, using the portable stun gun, the cane, and the little egg which I slipped up her ass.

In a month she was ready, a total fuck toy desperately eager to do anything and everything to please her master. I called Peter and arranged delivery, then brought Tammy over to exchange for Gwen.

I led Tammy into his mansion as I had Gwen, shackled. She wore nothing, though, since I knew Jerome was in on things. Jerome didn't even blink when he opened the door to us, just stood aside and waved us in.

We found Peter in the living room, and he was clearly pleased at the sight of Tammy.

"Oh ho!" he said gleefully, his hands immediately going to her huge breasts.

He squeezed and mashed them together, then slipped his fingers into the rings and pulled on them, making her wince.

"Looks great," he said enthusiastically.

"Glad you like it," I grinned.

He motioned Jerome over. "Take her down to her quarters, Jerome."

"Yes, sir," Jerome said in a bored monotone.

"Where's Gwen?" I asked.

Jerome led her away while Peter turned and went to a nearby table.

"Peter?"

"Uh, there's uhm, been a slight problem," he said reluctantly.

"What problem?" I demanded, moving over beside him.