Extract from: His Revenge
Freddy drove his cock right up Cordelia’s hot, tight
well-greased rectum until his balls slapped against the swell of her
pubes. He was buggering Cordelia
MacBride and the perfect bliss of it took his breath away!
Her naked body was spread out face down
under him and a pillow under her hips lifted her bottom up for his greater
pleasure and ease of access. She was
neither gagged nor blindfolded, but her mouth and eyes remained closed. Apart from a few rasping sighs as his weight
bore down on her back, briefly driving the air from her lungs, she did not
react to his vigorous reaming-out of her nether passage. More of the sleeping draft that had aided in
her capture now ensured her unwitting cooperation with her sodomy through a
long and satisfying night. Although she
should sleep for hours, Freddy had taken the precaution of cuffing and chaining
her wrists and ankles to corner posts of the heavy brass-framed bed. Her hands were also strapped up with black
duct tape, binding her fingers and thumbs together. He’d seen too many films where captives
escaped because their jailers got careless to take any chances. Besides, having her doubly helpless increased
Freddy pulled half out of her rear,
savouring the unwilling suction of her orifice that clamped by reflex about his
shaft as he did so, so he could slap her firm, rounded buttocks a few times,
adding to their rosy glow. He wanted to leave marks on her body both outside
and in. He wanted her to feel the bruises round her anus and be in no doubt
where he’d been and what he’d done to her.
He wanted her to know shame.
Reaching under Cordelia’s limp form he
clasped and squeezed her tits, as firm and rounded as her bum, then resumed his
hard but unhurried thrusting; allowing his pleasure to grow steadily, taking
delight in every new penetration of her body, the visceral warmth of it under
him and the soft pliancy of her skin. Of
course, she was not quite as fresh and fragrant as she had been that first
day. Her spectacular mane of hair was lank
and tangled, her makeup smudged and faded and her skin was grimy. Only the faintest trace of her expensive
perfume remained. Even after washing her
backside and flushing her out with an enema it was obvious she was badly in
need of a bath. Had she been conscious
she would not doubt have agreed with that observation.
But the state of Cordelia’s body was
quite intentional and did not put Freddy off making full use of her. After all these years the joy of being able
to ride a real woman, and this one in particular, was not diminished by a
little body odour.
Remorselessly but without haste he
plundered her entrails. There was no
hurry now. He was in absolute power,
erasing his inhibitions one step at a time.
When he’d had Cordelia five days earlier it had been a breakthrough, but
her features had been largely hidden by a gag and blindfold strap. Now, taking her from behind like this meant
he only saw as much of her face as he wished.
He dare not risk the memory of her contemptuous mocking expression when
she had broken his spirit years before returning to inhibit him. Whenever he chose he could think of her as an
anonymous body. He was building up his
confidence, working up to looking her full in the face as her had her, seeing
the pain, the fear and the shame as he paid her back for what she had
done. Then and only then would he be
With a last few extra hard stabs with
his cock Freddy spouted deep within Cordelia’s backside and then sank down onto
the fleshy cushion of her body in perfect contentment; the master resting on
his slave. Now he’d had each of his four
bitches a second time in the most humiliating manner possible. How they would hate him! But that was only the start. By the time he was finished he was determined
they would hate each other as well!
When he had rested he drew his now
semi-tumescent cock out of Cordelia’s rear, then watched in fascination as her
reddened anal ring slowly closed up after him, oozing his discharge as it did
so. Scooping up some of his sperm he rubbed
it over her blushing bottom cheeks. With
a grin he then knelt astride Cordelia and wiped his cock clean on a hank of her
hair. She would wear his scent until he
Uncuffing her from the bed he pulled
her arms behind her back and locked her set of slave chains back on her. A thick black iron collar went about her
neck, from the back of which trailed a heavy chain that sprouted a pair of
wrist cuffs level with the small of her back.
Continuing on down the chain ended in a large ring threaded through with
another chain linking large ankle hobbles.
The cuffs and chains were all far heavier than necessary to confine a
young woman, but he wanted Cordelia and the others to know what it felt like to
carry a burden about with them every minute of the day.
Hauling Cordelia’s now well-chained
body upright and throwing her over his shoulder, Freddy left the windowless
bedroom. Beyond was a corridor with
rough, newly built brick walls, down one side of which were four identical
doors each labelled with one of the girls’ names.
The door marked CORDELIA opened onto a
small windowless room almost entirely taken up with a boxlike brick cell a
little over waist high, roofed with concrete slabs. There was a single iron riveted door in the
front, just large enough for a woman to pass through on her hands and
knees. A heavy chain dangled from where
it passed through a small slot at the top of the doorframe. Freddy slid Cordelia’s limp body feet-first
through the doorway into the interior of the tiny cell and locked the end of
the chain to her collar ring. Then he
shut and bolted the small door.
Apertures closed with sliding metal
grilles had been let into the top course of brickwork just under the cell’s
roof slab. Sliding back one of these Freddy
operate a switch. A light came on in the
cell revealing Cordelia’s still form.
She looked peaceful enough now, but he suspected that would change when
Freddy made the rounds of the other
rooms, each of which contained an identical cell.
Inside each an exhausted girl chained just like Cordelia
slept fitfully. Soon they would awake to
another day. He would let time do the
Natasha stirred and opened bleary, crusted eyes. She was huddled up on a hard rubber tiled
floor shivering with cold. Iron bands
encircled her neck, wrists and ankles while plastic tape confined her
fingers. She was staring at brick
walls. As the knowledge of where she was
returned she gave a reflex sob of dismay and instinctively clenched her
buttocks, fearful she would feel as she had on the first day of her captivity
the ache where Freddy had buggered her and the lingering slimy trail of his
sperm. But there was nothing there and
slowly she relaxed as far as her bonds allowed.
Each morning since then she had been frightened to drink anything, but
of course she had no choice. Probably
now she would be safe until evening… assuming the cell light being on meant
this was daytime. She was sure of
She thought five days had passed since
she had arrived at this place with her nipples stretched almost to the point of
tearing by the weight of a bucket half-full of her own pee. Freddy had wheeled her, and presumably the
others, into what she assumed to be another house and then down some stairs, so
she guessed she was in a cellar. Then he
had made her drink again… and the next thing she knew she was waking up chained
as she was now inside this terrible cell with her rectum sore and throbbing
from his cock. She had seen nothing else
but these four walls since.
The cell was just long enough for her
to lay flat, though her chains did not allow her to extend her both her legs
completely at the same time so she had to slide her hobble chain back and forth
through its ring to stretch them. In the
far corner was a tray lined with paper that she tried not to look at or think
about. In the ceiling there was a single
bulb protected by a mesh basket.
Natasha squirmed about onto her
knees. A week ago she would have denied
the possibility that she could have slept like this, but it was amazing what
exhaustion could do. At least she was
well enough fed and watered… if she didn’t mind the humiliation it entailed. A
black rubber phallus stuck up out of the wall by the door. It was clearly labelled: WATER. And that was
what it delivered if she sucked hard enough.
But underneath it also said: GET USED TO IT!
At first she had sworn abuse at Freddy
and kicked at the door of her cell, still driven by outrage and the certainty
that things like this did not happen to people like her. But over the days the defiance had drained
out of her. In many ways it might have
been easier if he’d been overtly crueller, but apart from that first night he
had not touched her or responded to any of her taunts or threats, though she
was sure he spied on her regularly. The
only voice she heard was her own echoing back from the walls. Eventually she had stopped shouting as the
isolation and squalor took their toll, as he must have planned they would. He knew her all too well as the last item on
the cell demonstrated.
On the wall on the other side of the
door was a polished metal mirror. And in
it she could see day by day how bedraggled and hollow-eyed she was
becoming. Even worse she could do
nothing about it, not even brush back a single strand her hair. With her taped fingers she could do nothing,
not even feel her own bare flesh. She
was isolated even from herself.
Quietly she began to cry.
The sliding panel at the base of Katherine’s cell door
opened and a plastic bowl of food was slipped inside.
‘Is that all I get, Master Freddy?’
she said feebly, trying to maintain a tone of sarcastic disdain, but the panel
had already slid shut.
The bowl held, as it had every morning
so far, a portion of porridge, sliced egg bread and a diced grapefruit
quarter. Katherine supposed that was
what Freddy thought good enough for breakfast.
The idea of staging a hunger strike had briefly crossed her mind but she
was not sure she had the nerve to go through with it if Freddy called her
bluff. So she had to keep her strength
until the police found her, which, she kept telling herself, they would do
anytime. That was what they were paid for, after all. Her father had always called for stricter
policing and more resources for their local constabulary. He’d make sure they didn’t rest until she was
found. But for now this food was all she
would get and, shameful as it was, she would eat it.
Shuffling about until she was kneeling
over the bowl she spread her knees, pushed out her bottom and dipped her head
down. It was a sickeningly servile and humiliating posture but with her arms
chained behind her back and hands taped she had no other choice. Each day she had felt Freddy was looking at
from the spy hole in the rear wall of the cell, looking at her gaping bum
cheeks and exposed pubes. Even as she
tried daintily to nip the morsels of food between her lips and teeth with the
minimum of mess she was only too aware of her heavy breasts dragging across the
floor, flattening her nipples against then cold rubber. Nevertheless she ate slowly, gobbling up
every last scrap and licking her plate clean.
When she was finished she took another
drink of water and curled up on the floor again. Wretched as they were,
mealtimes were the highpoint of her day; the most stimulation she got of any
kind. The pity was there were only three
of them and so meagre. Of course she
wasn’t getting much exercise so she didn’t need many calories, and fleshy girls
like her had to be careful about putting on weight. She’d always been determined never to let her
figure go. Suddenly she shivered and
fought back the tears. But what did it
matter now? Did Freddy want to keep them
all looking beautiful or taunt their beauty by making them live in squalor?
No, she would not be turned into a
hag! Her looks were important to her,
not Freddy, because… because she was afraid she didn’t have a lot else.
The admission of doubt was
shocking. Fuck this place she thought
angrily, she was getting too introspective!
She was not stupid… but she’d never been able to project her
personality, to emphasise warmly. Was
that why her marriage had failed? At
least Freddy wanted her. Was this cold
cell where she belonged?
Ruth hated the paper-lined tray in the corner of her cell
and especially the sign above it: PAPER TRAINING FOR BITCHES. It was more proof of how sick Freddy Scarvyn
was, she thought with righteous anger, before realising that in the
circumstances that was not the most comforting conclusion when she was totally
in his power. Why not at least allow her
a bucket, the use of her hands and toilet paper! The first few days she had raged and screamed
about that each time her food bowl was delivered and removed, but he had not
said a word. Did he want to completely
humiliate her? Of course he did…
The tray was cleaned every night, slid
out through a grille-covered slot in the back wall flush with the floor. But through the day the stink of her urine
still built up in the confined cell. She
had learned to void her bowels last thing before lights out to reduce the time
her excrement was sitting there. And as far
as she could judge it was close to that time now.
Miserably she shuffled round and
squatted over the tray, keeping her legs as wide as possible and holding the
long chain from her collar to one side.
Her arse was still sore from yesterday’s sodomizing. She’d cried for hours when she realized what
he’d done to her but at least he’d cleaned her up before doing it. Now she was trapped with her own shit once
As the pee hissed from her and solids
dropped to the paper with an obscenely soft splat, from the depths of her
misery she felt a fleeting pang of guilt.
Then she told herself that whatever she’d done to Freddy in the past,
and it had been mostly Cordelia’s idea anyway, it was no excuse for this! A beautiful wealthy young woman like her
didn’t deserve it. She hardly dared
look at herself in the mirror. Was it
better than the beatings and worse she’d imagined he’d do to her? But how long would she be kept here? Perhaps this was his revenge; to keep her
locked up in here forever?
‘Please let me out!’ she
screamed. ‘ Please… please…’ But there
was no answer.
The next morning a notice was slid under Ruth’s door with
her breakfast bowl.
YOUR HANDS WILL BE UNTAPED, YOU CAN
USE A PROPER TOILET AND BATH WITH ALL THE SOAP AND SHAMPOO YOU LIKE, IF YOU BEG
TO SUCK MY COCK.
Ruth stared at it, reading it over and
over, not just for what it said but for being the first communication she’d had
of any sort for nearly a week. She never
realized how wonderful words were until now.
She ate her food like a dog still staring at it.
Had the others been given similar
notices? If she was the first to agree,
did that make her the weakest? Did it
matter? Did she have any pride
left? A week ago, back in the real world,
she would not have considered such a disgusting offer. But the real world seemed a long way away
now. She had been well softened up, as
no doubt he had intended, and what once was disgusting seemed less so in the
circumstances. Besides, how much longer
could she last in this cell without going mad!
She waited hunched up by the door, her
eyes fixed on the slot in its base, ears straining for the sound of footsteps
from outside. When they came and the
grille was slid wide she shouted: ‘Yes, I’ll suck your cock, Master
Freddy!’ Tears of hope and shame were
streaming down her cheeks and she could not stop them. ‘I’ll do anything you want, just let me out
of here… please!’
There was a long and terrible silence,
then he spoke, the first voice she had heard for so long: ‘Do you really mean
that, Ruth? This isn’t one of your
little tricks, like the last time?’
‘No, no!’ she wailed. ‘I promise, Master Freddy. I’ll suck your cock… I beg to suck your
cock. Please let me show you!’
‘All right, I’m going to shorten your
The chain running through the slot
above the door began to clink and rattle and she allowed herself to be drawn
forward until her face was pressed against the door. Then bolts slid back and the door swung
open. Hands reached down, grasped the
front of her collar ring and pulled her forward until she was kneeling half in
the cell doorway, her bottom resting on her heels, with the shortened chain
pulling her head up and back. Beyond was
a brick room hardly larger than her cell, but at that moment it seemed to her a
vast new panorama.
Freddy was standing over her. Despite her loathing and, yes, fear of him,
she could not help drinking in every detail so starved of sensation had she
been. He was dressed in blue t-shirt and
denims; a good label, she could not help noticing. Was he taller than she remembered or was she
diminished? He really was so different
from the lumpish boy they had teased so long ago.
‘Knees wider than that,’ he snapped at
her. ‘Ladies kneel coyly like that and
you were never a lady. My bitches’ keep
their cunts on show at all times so spread ‘em wide. I know you’ve had plenty of experience!’
Blushing, Ruth shuffled her legs
wider, exposing her pubic mound to his gaze.
After her long isolation she imagined his eyes burning into her bare
flesh. It made her feel unclean beneath
her grime, yet appallingly her nipples began to harden.
Freddy had seen her response as well
and was grinning lecherously. ‘Nice hard nips, that’s what I like to see on my
girls. You kneel like that before me at
all times, got it?’
‘Yes, Master Freddy,’ she said
‘Now, you’d like to sit on a proper
toilet and have a bath, wash your hair and smell nice again, right?’
‘Yes please, Master Freddy,’ Ruth
said, equally appalled as her shame was washed away by a thrill of anticipation
at his words. A week ago she took such
things for granted and now they seemed like the wildest luxuries.
‘But why should I let you have them?’
Ruth floundered. Couldn’t he just let her get it over and done
with? ‘So… so I can be more pleasing to
you, Master Freddy?’ she suggested desperately.
‘That’s right, so you can please
me. That’s all you exist for now, to
please me; do you understand?’
Ruth shivered, but choked the
sickening admission out: ‘Yes, Master Freddy.’
‘And baths and proper toilets and the
rest are privileges, not rights. You have no rights down here, only duties,
‘Yes, Master Freddy.’
‘But you’ve still got to earn
them. Tell me again what you have to
‘I have to suck you’re cock, Master
‘Now that’s not quite right, is it?’
‘I have to beg to suck your cock,’
Ruth hastily corrected herself.
‘And if you don’t do it well you go
right back into your cell. Any
disobedience from now on and you go back in there with taped hands, no soap or
showers and having to crap on paper.
The threat horrified her. How could such ordinary things make her so
vulnerable to such a monster! It wasn’t
fair! But her time in the terrible cell
had sapped her courage and now it reduced her to degrading meekness. Aloud she said: ‘I understand, Master
Freddy. I’ll be good.’
‘Then start right now.’
Stomach churning she said: ‘I beg to
suck your cock, master Freddy. I… I’ll
give you the best sucking you ever had.
I want you to spunk in my mouth… and I’ll swallow it all down… like a
Freddy unzipped his flies and released
a thick shaft already semi-hard. He took
hold of her hair, pressing her head back against the cell doorframe. She opened her mouth and he shoved his purple
plumb inside, making her cheeks bulge.
Desperately she began to suck and lick.
She had expected his penis to taste vile and cheap somehow, like her
memory of him, but it seemed clean enough.
‘That’s good,’ Freddy said approvingly.
‘Show me how much you like my cock. It’s
been up each of your cunts and bums, but this is the first oral…’
She was the first to give into
him! How could she have been so
weak? She screwed up her eyes in
‘No, don’t close your eyes, bitch!’
Freddy snapped. ‘Look at me. Don’t look away until I’ve come…’
Still sucking and rolling his cock in
her mouth, Ruth obediently raised her eyes to her master.
Freddy looked into Ruth’s upturned face with a thrill of
satisfaction. Her hot wet mouth was
stuffed full of his cock while her eyes were rolled up to him, large round and
helplessly appealing. Her nose and
cheeks were red from her tears and shame, highlighting a mingling of pathetic
gratitude, confusion and fear.
The sight was so incredible that his
balls tightened and shaft pulsed, filling her mouth with his semen even as it
sent a dizzy thrill of raw, masterful delight though him, so he had to brace
himself against her cell roof. For a
moment Ruth gagged at the sudden inundation but then she dutifully gulped and
licked it all down.
He refocused on her face, her lips
still clamped about his cock, her eyes still turned up to him as though begging
for his approval. The tarty, treacherous slut had had the fight knocked out of
her, all right. Now he’d see if he could
break her completely.
Freddy patted Ruth’s head. ‘Good
girl…’ he said.