"Whore," Ryan sneered, pausing briefly.

She undid the corset and tore it free of the sobbing girl, then began ripping off her garters and stockings. Mellisa didn't care. In fact, she was glad. Being naked was better than wearing the slutty articles of lingerie. It wasn't like they covered anything anyway.

Ryan shoved her off onto the floor, pulling back on the belt that was wrapped around the weeping girl's neck. She stood up then, pulling sharply back on the belt as she put her foot on Mellisa's back. Mellisa gurgled in pain as her back was strained and bent. She tried to scream but her the belt was pulled too tightly around her slender throat.

"Slut! Whore! Dirty, filthy cheap round heels!" Ryan cursed. "You'd be better off dead! I should kill you!"

She eased up on the belt and her foot shoved the girl forward onto her face. She moved around in front of her, prodding her face with her leather booted foot.

"You aren't fit to be in the same room as decent people," Ryan growled. "You aren't fit to lick my feet."

She tugged on the belt again several times. "Come on, slut. Lick my feet!" she sneered. "Lick them! Clean them off with your tongue!"

"Pl...pl...pleeease," Mellisa coughed.

"Lick my feet, whore!" Ryan yelled, shoving the bottom of her foot against the girl's face.

Helplessly, the miserable blonde put her tongue out and began licking the teenager's boot, tears trickling down her red, choked up face as her tongue lapped across the heel and sides of the shiny leather.

Ryan sat down, jerking Mellisa over in front of her, using the belt like a leash. "Take off my boots, slut," Ryan said loftily, holding out her right foot.

Dazedly, Mellisa tried to grip the boot with her tightly bound hands, but could only get one hand on it at a time. Her fingers were numb because of how tightly wrapped her wrists were, and she had to keep tugging and clawing at the tight boot as Ryan cursed her with terrible obscenities.

She managed to get one boot off, then, with even more difficulty, the second. Several times the impatient punk girl slapped her on the side of the head, and once even seized her dangling right breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it so Mellisa howled in pain.

"Now clean my feet, slut," Ryan ordered, tightening the belt around the woman's throat. "Stick your tongue in between my toes. Lick them all clean."

"Pleeeeassse," Mellisa moaned. "Please let me gooooo."

Ryan swung her hand around sharply and slapped it against Mellisa's left breast. Mellisa screamed in pain and was thrown backwards as her breast bounced from the impact. The belt around her throat brought her up short and tugged her back.

"I said clean my feet, whore," Ryan snapped.

Whimpering in fear and misery Mellisa tentatively put her tongue out and lapped at Ryan's big toe. She was frightened of this tough girl, and even if she knew anything about fighting, she didn't dare to do anything that would make Ryan mad, not with that tape in the girl's possession.

She was heartsick and devastated, her spirit broken by the horrible events of the day. Dull eyed, she licked all across Ryan's toes, slipping her tongue in between them, then down around the heel. She kept licking, changing feet at Ryan's order, then licking up along her ankles.

"Higher, slut. Clean my legs," Ryan sneered.

"But...but your pants are in the way," Mellisa whimpered.

"Then take them off, you stupid slut!"

Mellisa cringed back, then, reached her bound hands up and undid the buttons down the front of Ryan's pants. She gripped them in one hand and pulled. Ryan, with a snort of derision, raised her ass and let them be tugged down over her hips, then down her legs

"You... you don't have any underpants," Mellisa said, surprised out of her fear and shame.

She'd never hear of a girl going without underpants.

"Lick my legs, slut!" Ryan cursed, slapping her breast again.

Mellisa cried out in pain, hugging her arms over her aching breast as she fought back tears. Ryan jerked on the belt and pulled her forward and she fearfully began licking up past the punk girl's ankles. She didn't know why Ryan demanded she do such a dirty, degrading thing, but had little choice.

As she got higher, though, she got more and more nervous. As Ryan spread her legs and she began licking along her thighs, she was uncomfortable aware of how close the girl's groin was. She tried not to look at it, for it was very embarrassing. She couldn't imagine how the punk girl could bear having her so close to her womanhood. Had she no shame?

But when she tried to back down, to lick her way back to safer territory, Ryan gripped her hair and forced her face back up.

"Keep licking, slut," she snarled. "I want my pussy cleaned too."

"Oh no!" Mellisa gasped. "Oh I couldn't!"

"Oh no?" Ryan said, glaring dangerously.

"Oh please! Please don't' make me! I couldn't! I just couldn't!" Mellisa gasped, turning red again, unable to even look at the red furred pussy slit.

"You're a cheap slut whore! That means you don't have any choice about anything!" Ryan yelled.

She jerked the girl's face right into her crotch, holding her by the hair as she rubbed her face into her pussy and sneered in pleasure. She felt the blonde's noise mashing up and down in her slit, and heard her muffled moans and yelps of denial.

"Yeah, taste that, you whore," Ryan leered. She twisted her hair again, making the blonde cry out in pain.

"Now do it! Lick my cunt!"

She eased up and the sobbing girl stared at her pussy from inches away.

"Now!" Ryan snapped.

Mellisa pushed her tongue out and began licking up and down Ryan's pussy mound, just to either side of her slit. She tried to avoid actually touching her there, but as Ryan began twisting and pulling her hair again she had no choice but to put her tongue right up into the redhead's pussy slit.

Never did she imagine that she would do such a disgusting, vile thing, but the pain took her choices away and the forlorn, whimpering girl had to slide her tongue up and down the cruel girl's cunt crack.

"Deeper! Deeper, slut! Shove that tongue in deep!"

Mellisa grunted and groaned as her hair was tugged. She licked harder, pushing her tongue in between the redhead's pussy lips, fighting back nausea as she tasted her musky cunt juice.

"Higher, lick my clit."

Mellisa didn't even know what a clit was until, cursing her, Ryan peeled her pussy apart and showed her, ordering her to lick there. She remembered then from health class. This was... the clitoris, she thought. It was the first time the thought had occurred to the bedraggled young woman that what she was doing was not simply and exercise in degradation, but a lewd, lesbian sex act. This was, she realized with a shock, oral sex.

"I can't!" she gasped, trying to pull away.

Ryan tightened the belt around her throat until she turned blue, then slapped her ear several times until it burned. Finally she loosened the belt and jerked her head back by the hair.

"You don't have any choice, slut!" she snarled.

She pulled her in against her crotch, rubbing her face against her pussy again.

"Lick my clit."

Helplessly, gasping for breath, the dazed girl licked up and down her slit, and then slurped her tongue across the redhead's clitoris. She begged God to kill her, preferring death over such horrible sins and humiliations, but she stayed alive, and had to keep licking.

She heard a sound behind her and tried to pull up, but Ryan held her by the hair. "I said lick, slut," she snarled.

"Getting the little whore trained, are you?" a man's voice asked.

"She's learning," Ryan sighed, leaning back in the chair.

"Mind if I tear off a piece?"

"Go ahead, Daddy," Ryan smiled.

Mellisa's head reeled. She couldn't believe the words she was hearing, couldn't believe Ryan's own father was standing there watching her lick his daughter's vagina and acting so calm and casual.

What was goin on? What kind of world had she fallen into? She whimpered and began to cry again, closing her legs tightly and trying to ease her ass to one side so the strange man couldn't see into her private parts.

But the next instant she felt hands on her hips and she was jerked around again. Strong hands jerked her thighs apart and then slapped down on her still sore bottom.

"Nice lookin' ass she's got."

"Peter already ripped out her cherry," Ryan said.

"Did he now? Pity. Still, she's still got a couple of virgin holes I bet."

Mellisa was too dazed, too stunned, to do more than continue licking at Ryan's quim. This simply could not be happening to her!

She felt fingers probing against her womanhood, then felt a hard, warm, blunt nosed object rub up and down against her pussy opening. It pressed harder against her and she felt herself opening, felt her lips spreading as the thing entered her. She knew what it was, knew the man knelt behind her, knew he was about to have intercourse with her. But she just couldn't take it all in, couldn't process it, couldn't understand or believe it.

She gasped as he lunged forward and his stiff manhood thrust up into her belly. It ached and pained, but a sharp twist on her hair returned her to her licking.

"Fuck the little bitch's brains out," Ryan laughed, raising her legs and draping them across the arms of the chair.

Melissa felt the big cock thrusting high in her belly and moaned in denial as the hard hands clenched on her hips and the man began to fuck her. She knew she was no longer a virgin anyway, but she could remember little of what she had done with Peter, so it was almost like her first fucking.

It hurt, but not that much, not as much as Ryan pulling her hair. She was somewhat surprised at that and kept waiting for it to grow worse, but it didn't, in fact, the pain faded and almost disappeared entirely.

She continued to lick at Ryan's pussy and clit as the girl's father fucked into her with smooth, deep strokes. Soon Ryan began squirming and moaning, which surprised the blonde. She kept licking, strangely pleased that the redhead was getting pleasure from this lewd act. At least she wouldn't hurt her then.

The big cock continued to pump inside her, a very novel situation. She'd never felt anything actually up inside her like that, something that moved of its own accord. It felt... it felt kind of... kind of nice, she decided. It was humiliating, of course, but she had been wallowing in humiliation since she'd watched the TV tape of her actions with Peter so it was starting to have a lot less effect on her.

She simply had less pride, less dignity to damage, so accepted the pumping cock inside her with almost relief. After all, it didn't hurt.

"Ohhhh! Oh yeeeahhh! Ohhhh! Lick meee! Lick meeee!" Ryan groaned, squirming in the chair and humping her crotch up into Mellisa's face.

Mellisa knew the girl was having an orgasm, and wondered what it was like. She had never had one, so far as she could remember. Maybe she'd had one with Peter. She couldn't remember.

Ryan's father fucked harder and harder, pounding his hips into her backside. It hurt a bit there, but in the midst of that was an odd tingly feeling coming from her pussy, something she didn't remember ever experiencing before.

You're a cheap slut, the beleaguered girl told herself. You're probably enjoying it like any slut would.

But she did not have an orgasm before the man stopped with a sigh.

"That was nice," he said.

Mellisa was surprised at that. Had he finished? Did that mean he'd... he'd had a climax inside her? Was her insides filled with his sperm? The idea made her sick.

"She'll get better," Ryan sighed, stretching her body on the chair. "Wanna take the slut down to the dungeon?"

"I'll introduce her to Susan," he chuckled, gripping Mellisa's hair and jerking her up to her feet. "Come on, slut. We're going downstairs."

Mellisa whimpered as the man led her through the house and down a flight of stairs to the basement. They went to a corner of the basement then through a door and down another flight of stairs to the sub basement. The walls here were all old fashioned stone, and it was damp and smelly. He led her down a corridor to a heavy door at the end, then opened it and threw her in.

She stumbled and almost fell but caught herself. the door slammed behind her and she looked in shock at the other occupant of the small room.

It was a woman, several years older than Mellisa. She had straight, shoulder length brown hair, green eyes and a sharp chin, and she was naked, like Mellisa. Mellisa couldn't help staring at the lithe, lush body, wishing she was as pretty and had such a nice figure.

Susan wasn't quite naked, actually. She had a leather collar around her neck, and a thick chain around her belly. She also had... Mellisa blinked in confusion... There were two small thin chains hanging down from the middle of her collar. Each was attached to a kind of metal clip, and the clips... the clips looked like they were clipped to her... to her nipples.

Her arms were behind her back and she looked across at Mellisa with dull, uncaring eyes.

"Wh... wh.. who.. are you?" Mellisa gulped.

The woman didn't answer at first. "Susan," she said finally, her voice low.

"Wha are you... what are you doing here?" Mellisa asked, shuffling forward.

Susan shrugged.

"What are those... what are those things on your... uhm, on your nipples?" she asked, a little embarrassed.

Susan looked down then up again. "It's to keep my head down. I'm a cheap slut and I don't deserve to look people in the eyes so this makes sure I don't raise my head. If I do it pulls at my nipples."

"But... but doesn't it hurt? I mean, even if you keep your head down?"

Her normal embarrassment at being seen naked by a stranger, and her embarrassment about being near a naked person, gave way to her confusion over the strange gear.

"It aches," Susan sighed. "They throb and they're all swollen and if I pull my head up and they jerk my nipples even a little it hurts like blazes."

"Why don't you just take them off?"

"I can't." Susan stood up and turned around to show her wrists, which were tightly chained together behind her back, then locked to the chain around her waist.

"Oh," Mellisa said. "Uhm, I could..."

"No!" Susan gasped, quickly looking at the door. "If they came in and found you'd taken them off we'd both get whipped."

"Oh."

Mellisa looked around the little room. It seemed newer than the old stone outside. It was lined with new looking red bricks and had a carpet on the floor. Susan sat on a small bed at one end. There was a TV sitting beside it. No other furniture was in the room.

"Uhm, can I, uhm, sit down?"

Susan shrugged.

Mellisa moved forward and sat on the cot next to the other woman. She glanced at the TV. Her eyes widened as she saw a pornographic picture there, a woman being fucked by a dog.

"Oohhhh," she said in disgust.

"It's all that's on. I can't change the channel or anything. It comes from a video machine upstairs," Susan sighed.

"I'd turn it off."

"I don't have anything else to do."

"How long have you been here?"

"I don't know. What's the date?"

"Uh, it's, uh, September 10."

"What year?"

"What year!?"

"I've been with the Smiths a long time. Before they came here."

"It's 2004."

"Ahh." Susan thought for long seconds. "Five years and something," she said finally.

"Five years!!"

"I belong to them."

"But why? How?"

Susan shrugged. "I can hardly remember. It just happened."

"But... but.. you poor thing!"

"It isn't so bad," Susan sighed. "This place isn't very good, but when they get the plexiglass windows in upstairs I'll be able to stay up there most of the time. They don't want me escaping."

"But why do they keep you prisoner?"

"To fuck me. I'm a slut. It's all I'm good for."

Mellisa gaped at her.

"It's not so bad really," Susan said. "It's been boring lately, since they moved here, and since they sold the other girls."

"What? Sold? What other girls? How could they sell people?"

"We're not people, we're sluts. Don't worry. You'll like it. We just cook and clean, and have lots of sex. So long as we're good girls they don't whip us or hurt us much. I'm glad you're here. I haven't had anyone to talk to for weeks now."

"But I'm not staying here!" Mellisa gulped.

"Yes you are. You're a slut. That's why you"re naked and have your hands tied up."

"But I can't!"

"Don't tell them that. You'll get whipped."

"Wh...whipped?" Mellisa gulped.

"Actually, they'll probably whip you anyway. They want to show you what'll happen if you're disobedient. Don't worry, though, you'll survive. They never damage us. We'd be worth less if we were marked up."

"I can't believe this," Mellisa said in shock. "You're making this up to scare me," she glared."Tell the truth!"

"I am."

"Tell the truth!" she cried, shoving the other girl back with her bound arms.

"Ooohhhhhwwww," Susan cried as her head pulled back and the clips tugged on her swollen, aching nipples.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Mellisa gasped, instantly contrite. "I forgot about those. Let me take them off just for a few minutes."

"Noo!" Susan gasped. But she was too late. Mellisa had already unclipped the one on her right nipple.

"OH GOddd!" she sobbed.

"What's the matter?"

"It's starting to sting. Oh, OOwwww! It always burns like fire when they take them off."

"Ohhh! I"m sorry!" Mellisa cried, feeling guilty.

"It hurts! It hurts!" Susan whimpered, squirming on the cot, unable to even touch her throbbing fiery hot nipple.

"Can't I do anything," Mellisa cried. Though her wrists were bound, they were in front of her.

"Suck it! Suck my nipple!"

"What?" Mellisa gaped, drawing back.

"It's the only thing that makes it feel better. Pleeeeasee! Put your tongue on it and make it all wet."

"Weeeell..."

"Pleeeease! Oh God it hurts!"

She'd done far worse over the past hour, and this wasn't really for a sexual purpose, and after all, it was her fault Susan was in pain. Mellisa too a deep breath, then leaned forward and tentatively slid her lips over Susan's sore nipple.

She sucked softly on the sore, swollen pink nipple, wetting it down with her saliva and rubbing it with her tongue. She kept telling herself that this wasn't dirty, that it like sucking a sore thumb, nothing more. Still, sucking on another woman's breast was, she knew, considered a perverted act.

But how shamed could she be by it when she had done so much worse.

"Well, look at the dirty little lezzies," a sneering voice suddenly called out.

Mellisa gasped and jerked back as Peter came into the room. Susan looked up fearfully.

"Dirty sluts," he sneered. "I wonder which of you I should fuck first."

He was completely naked, and rubbed his groin in anticipation as he looked down on the two nude, bound girls.

"Let me go," Mellisa demanded, frightened.

"Shut up, slut girl," he glared, looking pouty rather than frightening. "You don't give orders around here."

"That's quite correct, Peter," another voice said.

The voice snapped out and seemed to hit him. Peter quickly twisted away and looked meek and apologetic as a tall, brunette swept into the room. Like Peter she was nude, though she had kept a pair of high heeled shoes on. She seemed as casual about her nudity as Peter was, though.

"Get out here, you two sluts," she ordered.

Both girls quickly got to their feet. There was something about this tall, statuesque woman that commanded instant obedience.

The woman turned and led them down the stone hall and into another, much larger room. Susan looked frightened, which would have made Mellisa very anxious even if the room weren't filled with chains and odd looking wooden stands and tables, and even if the walls weren't lined with whips and other strange and scary looking devices.

The woman stopped in the center of the room and turned to face them. "Peter, I want their wrists tied in front of them," she said. "Get rid of the rest."

"Yes, Mother," he said, quickly going to Susan and taking the chain off her wrists.

The one around her belly came off too, then the collar, along with the clip still attached to one nipple. Susan's face contorted as her nipple began to sting, but she didn't dare move. She stood straight, head down, chest out, arms at her sides.

Peter unwrapped the belt from Mellisa's wrists and arms, then took off the one still hanging from her throat. He went to a nearby table and took some rope off, then returned. Expertly he wrapped it several times around Susan's wrists, then tied it off.

He came to Mellisa and she gulped fearfully, not resisting as he bound her wrists tightly together.

"Now then, you two dogs are going to have to be punished. You, slut," she said, looking at Mellisa "because you're new and need to learn what we do with disobedient little whores. And you, whore, because you let her take off one of your nipple clips."

"But she tried to stop me," Mellisa cried, not wanting the other girl to be hurt because of her.

"Did I ask you to speak, slut?"

"But..."

"Did I?"

"But..."

"Did I?"

"No," Mellisa gulped.

"No what?"

"No... miss?"

"I am Mistress Catherine. You will always answer yes, Mistress Catherine, or no, Mistress Catherine. Is that clear, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Catherine."

"First, we'll have some lessons. If you're very, very good, maybe there'll be less punishment."

"You, slut!" she said, looking at Susan. "Get up on this table."

"Yes, Mistress Catherine," she said quickly, scurrying over to the big, thick rough wooden table. She gripped it with one of her bound hands and jumped up, then twisted so she was sitting on the edge.

"All right, slut, eat her out. I want to see how well you pleasure a woman," Mistress Catherine said to Mellisa.

Mellisa looked at her in fear and shame, then at Peter, who stood nearby gloating.

"Can't you let me go?" she asked in a small voice.

The woman glared at her, then looked past her at Peter. Peter moved suddenly, gripping Mellisa by the hair and twisting her head up and back. She cried out in pain, trying to reach back with her hands and pry his fingers loose.

"This little slut thinks she's a human being," the woman said contemptuously.

Peter forced her to her knees, almost breaking her back as he savagely twisted her head further and further back and down. Mellisa screamed and shrieked, her bound hands almost useless against him.

"Show her she's just a slut," the woman sniffed. "Rape her asshole. That usually helps quiet the new ones."

"Yes, Mother," Peter gasped excitedly.

His cock was hard and already poking against Mellisa's backside even as they struggled.

He let go of her hair, flinging her forward. Her arms came out just in time to catch herself and he instantly, jerked her legs apart and knelt behind her. He pressed his hard cockhead against her puckered little anal opening as she whimpered and sobbed in fear and shock.

"Noooo," she gasped, as the words sank through to her brain. "You can't! Nooo!"

"Think you're too good to get butt-fucked?" Catherine asked, laughing softly. "You miserable little piece of filth. I'll bring down the dogs and have them all chain fuck you. See how good you think you are after that."

The words were too outrageous to be taken serious. what was terrifying her was the feel of Peter's hard cock pressing against her anus. The idea of having the filthy thing going up into her asshole was too shocking, too evil and dirty to bear, yet she could do nothing.

Her hands clawed at the floor to no avail. He had a grip on the back of her hair, a good grip. She couldn't pull away without tearing her hair out, and couldn't reach back to grab his hand because she would fall on her face. She tried to rise up but Peter had jammed his elbow against her back.

His cock pressed harder and harder. It was completely dry, and though there were plenty of lubrications available, he knew it would hurt her far more without them. He loved hurting girls.

Her anal opening started to ache and sting with a sharp, tearing sensation. Mellisa continued to struggle uselessly, then burst into tears as she felt his cock force her anus open and slide slowly inside.

"She sure has a tight asshole," he grunted.

"Well ream it out, boy," Catherine sniffed.

"I will, mom!"

Melissa"s anus burned as his big cock pushed deeper. He jammed and crammed inch after inch up her as she sobbed and trembled and moaned in misery and pain. She stopped her useless struggles and knelt there, head down, tears falling to the cold floor below her as she felt her ass tunnel bulge with man flesh.

"Oh God," she sobbed. "It huuuuurts!"

"Good," Catherine smiled. She pulled over a chair and sat down, then pointed an imperious finger at Susan. The other girl hopped off the table and scurried over to her, then dropped to her knees between the older woman's spread legs. She began licking her slit with a deft, expert, long practised touch.

Catherine ignored her, watching with great amusement and excitement as her son raped the trembling, miserable blonde girl's asshole. The only time she ever wished she had her own cock was when she could rape these new girls. Still, even if she didn"t, she had "spike", her huge studded dildo. And soon this little whore would get it rammed into every orifice.

This, after all, was just the first taste of what she was in for. And Catherine was a patient woman.

"Ungh! Oohhhh! Pleeeasse!" Mellisa sobbed.

"Cry, little whore," she smiled cruelly. "Soon you"ll be given something to really set you crying."