Three sex slaves - Part 3 - The Innocent Tormentor

The punishment moves from the cellar to the bedroom. And the rules are changing.

Luke is no longer just their captor. He is their owner. And his new toys must learn to obey and serve in all ways.

Innocent Sarah becomes his naked kitchen helper, before she is forced to become an instrument in the punishment of her friend. And Mia? Her body and mind are being molded exactly to Luke's desires. But she is still not obedient enough, a failure that demands a punishment—one where Sarah will be forced to assist, and get a taste of the consequences on her own tongue.

After all, she must keep her master—and her friend—clean.

Tags: slave, BDSM, domination, dominant male, submissive female, ownership, rape, sex, sexual slavery, lesbian

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With ease, I rolled Mia's limp body off me onto the bed beside me. She was left lying as she had fallen, on her back, legs slightly parted, her chest rising with every deep breath. She looked like a wrung-out rag. Sweaty, disheveled, marked by our raw coupling. And still with that sexy red collar on her neck.

I just looked at her for a moment, savoring the sight. Then I slowly sat up, my own body pleasantly tired.

"Well, Mia," I said, my voice still sounding a bit hoarse. "I think you really earned that reward." I patted her on the thigh. "You can go wash up." I nodded my head toward a door on the other side of the room. "The bathroom is over there; it's connected to this room. A hot shower might do you some good."

She looked at me, her eyes still a bit vacant, but life was slowly returning to them. And with it, fear.

"Don't worry," I added when I saw her expression. "I'll leave you alone for a bit. It's not like you have anywhere to run." I smiled. "The windows are securely shut and that chain," I pointed to her collar, "is too short for you to do anything stupid."

Slowly, with an effort, she sat up. She shamefully crossed her arms over her breasts, trying to cover her nakedness, even though it was already useless. I had seen every piece of her body; I knew its every fold.

"By the way," I said as I was getting up from the bed and fastening my trousers. "Your friends... they definitely heard you screaming all the way down in the cellar." I smiled again, this time maliciously. "What do you think, will they think I was beating you? Or do they know what a little slut you can be?"

Her face paled at the remark. The thought that Sarah and Claire had heard her uncontrollable screams had obviously hit her hard. Good. Let her be ashamed. Let her feel the disgrace. That too was part of her re-education. It was part of how I want to disrupt their bond, to separate them not just physically, but psychologically. And then bind them to myself.

I turned and, without another word, left the bedroom; I didn't have to lock the door. I left her there on her chain, with her thoughts, with her shame, and with her new, forced knowledge.

I went down to the kitchen. I suddenly felt a huge hunger. The adrenaline and sexual exertion had taken their toll. I needed a bite to eat. I opened the fridge and started pulling out ingredients. A sandwich. Yes, a proper thick sandwich with ham, cheese, and mustard. And maybe a beer to go with it.

While I was making my food, my thoughts were still swirling. Mia. She had been... a surprise. Her initial defiance and then the gradual breaking, the transition from fear to forced pleasure. There was something fascinating in it. Maybe I was right. Maybe that whore really was slumbering inside her. And I just needed to wake her up.