Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 3

Russell tied Molly's leash to a post inside the stables and walked away from her. No sooner had he left her, than she both heard and felt the sniffing of dogs, investigating her. Russell paid her no attention, but rather called to the two girls who were lounging on the far side of the building.

"Come my beauties, let me see you. I have missed you while I've been away." his voice was cheerful and the two girls rose quickly and ran towards him, their faces showing clear delight at the sight of him. He hugged and fondled them both and kissed them lovingly, while they ran their hands seductively all over him. He moaned in the sheer delight of their attention, and crooned at them with endearing names.

The two of them led him to the large chair Molly had seen and helped him sit, then began to remove his pants until his cock was in view. They squealed in delight at the sight of it and fondled it lovingly until finally one lowered her mouth and started lathering it with her tongue and loving it with her lips, while the other straddled him and offered her tits for him to feed on.

He moaned as he suckled her tits back and forth, His hand moved to her cunt and his fingers began fucking into her while the other girl's sucking of his cock took on a more focused purpose. He was talking to them constantly, encouraging them and praising them. The scene was more like an over sexed orgy than a master with his slaves, and soon all three of them were panting and moaning loudly, oblivious to Molly tethered frightened in the straw.

Russell came loudly and the girl sucked his cock dry with delighted noises of her own. At the same time, the other girl came on his fingers, fucking them as she would any cock, her head tossed back in screams of pleasure loud enough to wake the dead. They didn't stop 'til all was quiet, and even then, they lounged over him like pampered kittens who'd just been fed the richest cream and had no desire to move.

After what seemed like hours to Molly, crouched in the straw with the dogs keeping a very close eye on her, Russell finally sat up in his chair and looked at the two girls, stroking their hair softly.

"Well, my sweeties, shall we go see the new plaything I have brought home for us?" He asked, and the girls giggled in delight, nodding energetically. Russell extracted himself from them and sauntered over towards Molly. As soon as he looked at her, however, his expression changed to a frown, and he paced slowly in circles around her while the girls, having brought large cushions with them, lounged nearby watching.

He reached and pulled hard on the leash, causing both a choking pull to Molly's throat and a sharp painful jerk to her nipples.

"It has quite a set of tits, don't you agree, my girls? It will make a nice plaything." Holding tight to the leash, he lifted one foot and kicked her sharply in the underside of one tit. Then he crouched in front of her and took hold of her chin in a tight grip, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Let's get a few things straight, all right my whore? As you can see, I don't need you for my pleasures, I have my girls for that. They bring me great pleasures and never tire of it, but sometimes they, and myself, desire a little entertainment. That is what I bought you for. When we tire of you, my other livestock also have needs to be attended to, and since my precious girls are not common beast fucking filth, you will take care of that as well." He lifted one side of his mouth in a wicked grin and began to release her nipples from their tight clamps. She winced as they began to throb from the blood rushing back into them.

"It is a real shame, however, that your owner has put such strict conditions on your sale. A pity I have to return you with no permanent holes or markings to your flesh." He slowly rubbed his thumb over one nipple, the very faintest of touch accentuating her pain. "I rather fancied a smoke, but there is really no point in having one if there is no good place to butt it out after."

Molly closed her eyes and took a trembling breath, picturing Stan Green and his cigars. Was this man no better than Green? Russell saw her reaction and laughed, then stood up and spoke to his girls.

"Take her to the post, my beauties, and we shall prepare her for our entertainment." As the girls led her to the other side of the room where the table and chair was set up, Russell looked down at the dogs. "You will have to wait. When we're finished, you can have what's left of her."

Molly shivered at his words. She had seen Stan Green in action, and heard tales of terrible masters, but never had she dreamt she would ever find herself at the mercy of one. Somehow she doubted that he would respect a safe word from her, and she felt herself shiver again.

"Bend her over a little bit my dear." Russell was saying to one of the girls, and she felt her wrists grasped behind her back as she was bent at the waist and held in place. He traced his finger around the rope tattoo on her left tit and smiled. "Obviously your owner enjoys roping you, so I have no qualms about anything I shall do to these lovely tit specimens."

He retrieved from the table a large rubber band, at least an inch wide, closed in a circle with a loop attached to it. He slipped his fingers through it and stretched, until it was large enough to fit around her tit, and carefully placed it. The other girl was instructed to grasp her nipple and tug, so that her tit was pulled all the way through the band, and he carefully removed his hands. The band was tight, and immediately she felt the stinging from it as her tit became bulged out and hard and began to quickly darken. She heard him make a sound, as if he was quite pleased with the results, and then he wasted no time in banding the second tit the same and standing her up.

"Nice! Very nice!" He said. "Now they look as they should, don't you agree my beauties?" He asked, smiling at his girls, and then nodded gleefully. Molly glanced at them, and noticed that neither of them had tits any bigger than perhaps a B-cup, and she was quite certain he would never have treated them like this anyway. Time to think was at a minimum, however, for right away one of the girls began clasping her wrists in padded shackles, and before she knew it she was being placed on the pole.

The Pole was a thin metal pole that reached from the floor to the roof, and had two small platforms on either side of it about a foot off the floor, where Molly was made to perch her feet. Russell climbed onto a stoop beside it and reached to hook her wrist shackle to a hook protruding from the pole high above her head. She found herself just barely able to keep her feet flat after this. Next, he picked up a long metal bar that had a chain attached to the center of it on one side, and two chains about a foot apart dangling from the other side. One girl held the bar while Russell attached each of the lower chains to the rings on the bands around Molly's tits, then the entire contraption was lifted and the upper chain was hooked to the same hook as her shackles. This served two purposes, the bar pressed snugly against her arms, keeping them straight, and the chains pulled tightly upwards on her bound tits, lifting her just slightly more onto her toes in an attempt to ease the pull.

Her preparation did not stop there, however, and next she saw Russell pick up a huge looking dildo from the table. She knew what he intended to do with that monstrous thing! He nodded at the girls, and each one took a leg, and lifted her feet off the platforms, spreading her thighs wide. Russell shoved the huge dildo at Molly's cunt, pushing hard against her resistance, twisting it until her cunt was filled. Next he took a flat metal bar and fed it through a space at the bottom of the dildo, and continued to push it securely into a slot in the post between Molly's thighs so that it was held securely in place at the desired height before her feet were placed back on the platforms, making her cunt feel uncomfortably stretched.

While Russell made final adjustments to the dildo and checked the tightness of her tit bindings, one of the girls was busy placing thick rubber shields that looked like butterfly wings into brackets on the post. When she was finished, these wings fit snugly against Molly's waist from the back, and curved around her sides. Immediately the other girl handed Russell what would be the last piece of this sadistic puzzle. It looked like a fencer's mask, but on the inside it was fitted with an intimidating looking ball gag, which Russell proceeded to place securely in her mouth. This left her unable to speak, but fully able to see what was going on through the mesh of the mask. What she saw, was Russell picking up a whip from the table and stepping back to look over his masterpiece.

"It looks wonderful, don't you think, girls?" He asked, in the honey coated voice that he used when talking to his girls. They both nodded, and Molly was sure the expression on their faces was one of eager anticipation, almost hunger, for what was about to happen to her.

"Mmmmmmm, yes!" Russell went on. "Only one thing left to do before we begin our entertainment." He nodded to one of the girls. "Flip the lever, and sit back and enjoy, my sweeties."

Molly had no time to wonder what he meant, for immediately as he spoke one of the girls reached behind the post and moved something, and instantly the platform under Molly's feet fell away, jerking her downwards as gravity attempted to take over, impaling her deeper onto the dildo and stretching the chains on her tits and wrists painfully. She let out a muffled cry and Russell laughed.

"Nicely effective, don't you think, girls?" And with that comment he swung his arm and lashed the whip with painful accuracy directly across Molly's darkened tits. Molly tried to scream, and the girls smiled and settled onto their cushions. The whipping continued, lashing at her from all sides, striking her thighs, hips, arms, belly and most often her tits. His arm flailed, whipping her indiscriminately, and somewhere in Molly's mind she realized the reasons behind the intricate preparations. The wings were to protect her kidneys, and the mask was to protect her face without shielding her from the vision of her attack, so that Russell could whip her without concern for his aim. This way he could concentrate more on the force behind his lashes than the direction of their attack. It made for a much wilder whipping than Molly had ever received, and her throat was soon hoarse from the shrill screams that remained muffled by the gag.

The girls seemed very animated by her torture, nodding their eagerness for more, pointing to various parts of her reddening body where they wanted to see their master strike her, clapping and cheering gleefully at the results. The more he whipped her the harder his cock grew, and one of the girls moved into place on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it eagerly while he continued the whipping.

"Ohhhh yes!!!" He moaned, obviously delighted by the mouth that was working on his now hard cock. He dropped the whip and began running his fingers through the girl's hair, and Molly tried to breath, thinking this meant he was going to give her a break. Instead, the other girl handed him a long leather belt, and he began using it for whipping instead, centering his attentions this time on the darkly abused mounds that were Molly's tits. He strapped them over and over, lashing at them hard and quick while his cock was sucked expertly, until at long last he let out a loud groan, flailed the belt with extra force at Molly's tits, and came over and over in the girl's hungry mouth.

"Yesssss! Yesssss!!!" He groaned, moving his hips ever so slightly as the girl drank his cum, but still hitting hard on Molly's tits. When at long last he dropped the belt and sunk into his chair Molly's entire body burned with pain and her mind was reeling, on the verge of passing out. In front of her, she watched the two girls climbing all over their master, lovingly fondling him and making a huge fuss over him and his softening cock, while she was left to hang on the post like a piece of battered meat.

"Molly's Life Continues ~ Pt 4"