'M-master!' she stuttered out. This was impossible! She couldn't be caught in the middle of this nightmare. It wasn't something that happened to eighteen year old girls.
Even if she had run away from home, all this was impossible! She'd been raped repeatedly by the two truckers and then sold into slavery. And now her new master was requiring the most painful of services from her. And he was enjoying every agonizing second of her torture!
No matter how bad it was at home fucking her daddy and her brother, it had been better than this!
'You do not seem apologetic enough for me.' She watched in horror as he turned and went back to the cabinet from which the shivering tube of plastic had come. It was still singing and dancing on her delicate cunt walls until it made her teeth rattle.
But her heart almost stopped in fright when Mr. Valentine returned. He was carrying an enema bag with the long probe in front of him, held like it was a sword.
He kicked out and roiled her over onto her side. She felt his hands stroking along her tortured butt, then the cold jab of the probe went into her asshole.
She felt the long plastic tube touching the vibrator through her thin inner membrane. Then came the hot flood of the enema. It burned. It seemed to tear away at her soft bowels. She tried to thrash around on the floor and dislodge the tube.
'Don't let that out or I'll beat you! I mean it!' the man snapped. She tried to stop shaking so hard. It was an effort. But she knew he meant that threat with all his heart. He wouldn't stop when she passed out. He might beat her to death with that long, blacksnake whip so cruelly curled and hung on the far wall.
'Keep every drop of that kerosene enema inside or you'll be severely disciplined,' he added.
The fluid poured into her intestines until she felt bloated. It was so hard to keep it in. The burning liquid seared her soft inner tissues and threatened to destroy her by inches.
She couldn't tell which was worse, the vibrator stuffed up her cunt or the kerosene pouring into her asshole.
It was all bad and it was getting worse. He pulled the probe from her ass, the enema bag empty. He cautioned her, 'Don't let one drop out of your asshole or you're in big trouble!'
He pulled her to a sitting position again. She rested her forehead against her knees and cried openly. It was so hard concentrating on keeping her bowels tight. She had been accused of being tight-assed. Now she had to prove it.
The vibrator hummed merrily away, destroying muscle control with its now soothing vibrations. But she was still bent double over the plastic rod shoved into her cunt. She could feel it digging into her belly from the inside. And the way she was chained made sure she didn't move around at all.
Even her hands were beginning to go numb from lack of circulation. Never had a woman been so brutalized, so humiliated by a man.
And, for her, the worse was yet to come.
Mr. Valentine towered over her, then barked out the command, 'Suck my cock, bitch!'
'Wh-what?' she said numbly. She couldn't believe he was doing all this to her. It was a bad nightmare and she'd wake up in a second. But she didn't. This was for real.
'You heard me, slave. You are mine to command and I order you to suck my cock! And don't you dare let one filthy drop of that enema leak from your shit chute. You'll be severely punished for it if you do!' And the way he emphasized the word 'severely' told her that he meant it. He would keep her more dead than alive with the pain for days, weeks, perhaps even months in his punishment.
'Fuck!' he snapped again.
'I can't reach your cock! I… I'm all chained double and that vibrator inside my cunt is tearing me up! And the enema is burning so bad in my guts.' She was whining. The enema was bloating her, making her belly distend. She wondered if this was what it felt like to be pregnant. If it was, she wanted no part of that.
'Don't give me your feeble excuses. Suck on my cock!'
He accented his words with a sound blow from the riding crop across her shoulders. The sudden pain shot into her body and almost made her relax the tight hold she kept over her asshole. To let any of that enema leak out was as close to suicide as she wanted to get.
He continued beating her on the back. She managed to roll to one side, but it required so much effort she lay there panting for a moment. She tried to ignore the sharp stinging blows he was constantly landing on her shoulders now as she struggled to get her knees under her.
She discovered this was hardly any better. The way she was chained, this pressed her face down into the carpet, just the opposite of the direction she wished to go.
'Hurry, slut, hurry! The master's cock awaits you. And it grows impatient!'
He didn't have to add that his impatient cock might cause him to respond with even more violence.
The girl amassed all the strength she could, then lurched from side to side. She succeeded in getting back to the surface of the bed in several painful steps. But this moved her up enough to be about even with his prick. But she now found another problem. How could she possibly suck on his prick without reaching out and taking it in hand first?
He solved this for her by taking two steps toward the bed. She could strain and pull at the chain around her neck and just barely touch the tip of his prick.
'Suck, don't merely kiss it!'
She fought hard to get her mouth around the man's cock. Then she yelped in surprise. He had dipped his prick in Tabasco sauce! The lightest touch of it against her lips burned her mouth!
'Now you know what they mean by a hot cock! How was it, slave?'
'God, you're the sickest man I ever…'
She never got to finish the sentence. His riding crop landed squarely on her shoulders again. The pain robbed her of the power of speech.
'Do as you're ordered, cunt! Suck on my cock!'
She tried it again. This time, the surprise element was gone. She could stand the biting hot sauce as she licked and sucked on just the tip of his prick. The man groaned once as she let her cheeks go hollow under the intense vacuum of hot sucking.
'Keep going,' he urged her. 'I ant not yet pleased with your predominance at fellatio!'
She vowed to give him he best head possible under the circumstances. It wasn't going to be easy for her. The cramped and tied position was working against her. The vibrator mindlessly humming away against her cunt walls robbed her of concentration, but the worst was the slowly gnawing corrosive enema he had pumped into her gut.
It was slowly killing her with the pain and bloated feeling. She could actually feel her belly distending from the pressure of the kerosene inside her.
'It's burning me up,' she sobbed once. 'The enema is too hot!'
'Stupid bitch. If I'd pumped it in cold, it would have killed you outright. Now suck!'
She sucked. That was all she could possibly do. Her tongue was stinging from the hot sauce, but she was gradually licking all that off his prick. If anything, his cock was beginning to appeal to her. All the things he did were terrible, but his cock was something that was very familiar to her.
She may not have been the best at giving blow jobs, but she could certainly put in a claim for the top ten. She sucked as hard as she could, letting her tongue whirl around the purpled glands until she felt the cock dance with lust.
'Ummm, your mouth is hot, slave. I like that. Keep this up and I may not punish you quite so severely!'
The words shot like electricity into her brain. He was going to punish her anyway! No matter what she did, how good she was at giving head, the best she could do was avoid some punishment.
The way her body was protesting the abuse he had already heaped on it, she knew that she would be unable to withstand any more. Hanging her up and then fucking her like a side of beef had been a drain on her energy. And this was even more of one.
Bent double, she could barely move. And that damned vibrator, refused to run down inside her. He must have put in long lasting batteries. And the struggle to keep the enema locked inside her bowels about did her in. She couldn't keep this up much longer.
She had to get him off and fast.
