Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

Nothing, as she had received before, would drive her mad. She had to have all that Mr. Strong offered her.

Power. He had it. Money. He was filthy rich. Dominant. She had never met a man quite like him before. He was cruel and brutal and cared nothing for her, but she was attached to him as firmly as if steel chains held her down.

The door opened. She eagerly turned, hoping to see Mr. Strong. It was the dark, distant Miss Olson who stood there, a smile on her lips that would have frozen an Eskimo.

"So you survived your little bout with Mr. Strong, huh? I didn't think you could do it."

"What do you want? Is he coining back soon? I want to see my master!" The last word slipped from her lips without conscious thought. But once out she realized how accurate it was. Mr. Strong had done things to her and she would willingly accept him as her master now. To leave him was unthinkable.

"He has trained you in a very short time, I see. No, he's not coming back. That son of a bitch has left for a week or more. That means you're all mine."

The woman snapped the short whip in mid-air. Carole jumped a little at the sudden noise, then tried to quiet her nerves. Mr Strong wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. If Miss Olson hurt her, the man would certainly punish her.

"I know what's going through your head, cunt. It's not true. I can do any damned thing I want to you. If I have to, I'll kill you and tell him you tried to escape. It's so easy. Remember that. I have the power around here. Me!"

"I don't believe you. He wouldn't let you mistreat me!"

"And, what would constitute being mistreated? You've had all manner of evil thing done to you and you still want more. You're a masochist. You enjoy the pain. Admit it!"

The girl started to snap back a snotty reply, then stopped. She became confused. What the woman said might be true. She didn't enjoy the pain, yet it was something new and different for her and gave an added dimension to fucking. With pain, she could experience even greater heights of pleasure. She wasn't sure if that made her a masochist or not. All she knew was that she got off stronger than normal when she felt pain while being fucked.

"Yes," cooed Miss Olson. "You agree with me. On your feet or on your knees, it doesn't matter to me. I want you to eat my pussy!"

The whip lashed out and landed painfully on Carole's left shoulder. She looked down to where the tongue of leather had licked her and saw an ugly red welt. The pain lanced into her body as if in slow motion. She finally experienced the full amount of it and it made her madder than anything else. That convinced her it wasn't pain she got off on, it was the presence of Mr. Strong. Without him, pain was nothing.

"Burn in hell, you silly bitch," she snapped. "Look at you dressed in that silly dress. All black. You must think it's sexy or something."

Miss Olson grinned and it wasn't a pleasant smile. "You are one to talk. But then you had nothing in do with the selection of the clothing you almost wear. But that doesn't matter. I want to feel your tongue all over my cunt. On your knees!"

"No!"

And the whip lurched across the air between them and slammed hard into Carole's other shoulder. The pain this time drove her to her knees. She moaned out, "I don't have to do anything you tell me to do! He wouldn't like it."

"He doesn't know. I'm doing this for fun. Stay down but spread your legs wider." The woman lashed out with the whip and raised still another wicked welt on the handcuffed girl's back. Carole gritted her teeth and obeyed. Whatever this bitch had in mind, it was better to get it over and then try to recover from the whipping.

She cringed in horror, though, when she saw Miss Olson approaching with the vibrator. She still remembered what that thing had done to her on the very first day she'd been here. Crammed up her cunt, Mr. Strong had raped her ass. The two of them inside her at the same time – plastic cock and fleshy prick – had almost killed her.

"Up yours, bitch!" cried Miss Olson as she jammed the plastic vibrator into Carole's pussy. The girl groaned and collapsed to the floor due to the impact on her body. The cunt wasn't greased for that kind of entry. She felt as if tissues inside her had ripped and torn.

Then the vibrator clicked on and the soothing massage penetrated to her cunt. This was all right. This was normal, exciting, fun. Her pussy began to churn with desire. This was so much different from the first time she had had it rammed into her yielding cunt.

"Ummm, that's nice," she moaned out. Anything she could say that would frustrate Miss Olson had to be all right. And she actually meant this. The vibrator was turning her on.

"It won't be for long," cried the woman, yanking the vibrator from the now juicy twat. Carole gasped as the plastic rod left her pussy. She had to roll over as the whip beat heavily on her belly. "Now it's really up yours!" snarled the woman.

The vibrator was securely lodged all the way up the girl's tight asshole. She felt as if she had been killed. The pain assailed her and made her weak and woozy. The room spun as she tried to reach down and pull the butt end of the plastic vibrator from her rear. The whip stopped that motion before it got started.

"Leave it."

She groaned in pain as the vibrator worked on the passage so recently filled with the searing, corrosive kerosene enema. She felt as if she were being torn apart one molecule at a time.

"Now you can eat my pussy. Come to mama, little girl. Eat out my nice cunt!"

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread obscenely wide for the girl to get between. Her pussy gaped pink and ugly for the girl to eat. Carole wanted to turn off the vibrator. She could do anything but not with that damned plastic rod quivering away in her tender shit chute. The way her asshole burned, she was afraid she might never again be able to even sit down, much less take a prick up her back passage.

That had become important to her because it seemed to be important to Mr. Strong. If he liked butt fucking, she would allow him to do it no matter how depraved she considered it. He was her master. That was all she needed to know.

"Hurry! My pussy awaits that sweet sucking mouth of yours."

Carob painfully managed to get her knees under her. Then she rose and began making her way painfully across the rug to where the woman sat. The vibrator was relentless in its punishment of her ass. Every movement created a new ache or pain. The quivering plastic rod actually drove itself deeper into her body as she moved.

But move she did.

"Eat. Eat hearty! And fast! I need your tongue in me, tongue fucking me!" The whip went in a long arc that ended with a dull smack on her rear. It wasn't hard enough to raise a welt but it did cause her to cringe. It was close enough to the vibrator to make it's message all too clear, cooperate or you're going to regret it!

She dipped her face down into the woman's crotch. The fleecy bush of her pussy mound looked inviting to the girl. She actually felt her mouth watering at the sight. She came closer and pressed her lips against those of the woman's cunt. Then she almost puked.

The woman had coated her pussy lips with some vile tasting paste. It was metallic and choking. She looked up, her green eyes beseeching the other woman for mercy. When she saw the cold intensity staring back at her, she knew she'd receive no consideration at all.

She went back to eating the cunt out the way it should be. She ignored the heavy metal taste and soon it was all washed away by the flood of the woman's own cunt juices. This was more like it! The girl concentrated on the salty, tangy taste. It was a little thin on her lips but she managed to smear the heavy oils all over her tongue so her tastebuds could get the full pleasure from it.