Two Kidnapped Subs

I walked across the deck to my Cape house and peered into the window to make sure things were as I left them. The property was set back off a dirt road and gave me the things I desired: clean air, peaceful water views, and enough privacy to have a slut scream and no one would hear her. As I unlocked the door to my home, I glanced around at the silent, surrounding houses, satisfied with my morning walk on the beach. The door wasn’t locked against material theft, but rather the prizes I had waiting inside.

“I'm back, sluts. Everything okay while I was gone?” Silence, but that’s how it should be when you’ve left two wet whores bound to the bed. Each was tied to separate bed posts, but they faced each other with their tits thrust out, nipple to nipple. I walked across the living room and went upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, I saw a true sub in her leather corset, but she couldn’t see me as I had ace bandaged her head at the top and gagged her mouth with a ball gag in a unique shade of green to set off her red lips and cheeks.

The younger novice with the big tits was bound up so that her breasts draped over the rope and I could bite on her nipples or clamp them with ease. “Oh. I’m sorry. You couldn’t answer me because you are BOUND AND GAGGED.” “Well, “I said with sarcasm, “if everything is not all right, it will be as soon as I take my shower.” The sub slut whipped her head toward my voice, and I could see the tension in her body that betrayed her anger. “See you in a moment….sluts.”

I saw the bound girls shudder as they contemplated the full weight of my words. The young novice tried to struggle against her rope and scream, but both ropes and gag effectively kept her still and silent. Neither one of them could believe this was happening to her and, as they heard the running water with me humming happily in the shower it took them back to the events of the night before.

The two friends had been staying at another part of the Cape, and I had surprised them that night at their house, which was equally isolated from preying eyes. I pulled into their driveway, the sea wind masking my car’s approach, and I walked around to the side of the house facing the water, knowing it had floor to ceiling sliding doors and windows. They were inside, in front of a fire, trying on different outfits, offering pro’s and con’s of what outfit best suited each girl’s features, and laughing at the rejects.

The young inexperienced slut was trying on a red g-string at her friend’s urging. “Don’t worry,” she smiled encouragingly. “You are a natural beauty and will get a lot of attention tomorrow at the bar.” She handed her nearly naked friend some other red items. “Wear this garter belt with the red stockings, but make sure the panties stay on top as they always have to come off first.” Her friend took off the g-string to change the order in her dressing, glad she had waxed her pussy as it heightened the natural mound in her panties. Her curves were accentuated by the minimal fabric, and when she slowly looked over her skin and turned in front of her friend she was satisfied with their choices.

“You are going to be a winner. I’m sure of it. I see you are getting more and more confident about yourself. This is what is needed for going out looking for men. Her friend handed her a red push up bra. “And let me see how this looks on you.” She accepted the bra and put it on. She jokingly made several poses wearing in the outfit in front of the fire. Red. It reminded her of the clothes she wore on that fateful night when she was raped. Something she had never told her friend about. Odd how it was extremely erotic now. She felt like her body was made for this sluttish clothing.

The sub looked up and gasped when she saw me standing there, gazing in at them. She walked over to the door to let me in, her gaze turned downward as she knew I was her Dom just as she knew I would dominate her younger friend. "You should have called first," she said. "We’d have tidied our things up and had wine ready for you. …And you know I always want to look my best for you….Sir.”

Her friend twitched and looked startled at the “Sir.” She had never seen her fiery friend so submissive. She raced to cover herself up, but I grabbed her and stopped her mid-stride. “Stay…slut.” She didn’t move. I walked around the living room, fingering their lacey things. I spied something silvery tucked into the bookcase over the fire and I picked it up, dangling it in her face. WHAT are you doing with THESE?,” I demanded. She had her nipple clamps out and not put away with her other special things; things I had taught her were to be always cared for and stored properly. "Give me those," she growled, forgetting herself. Tauntingly, I withheld them from her.

“Were you going to model these for your little friend?” She got red in the face and said, “She saw them when we were going through my lingerie, and she was curious what they were.” I smiled and shook my head. “And you just had to model them for her, didn’t you, slut?” She started to answer me, and then thought better of it. I smiled again. "I don't think so." Not at the moment, anyway.

I thought about how delicious it would be fucking them both in their house. Instead, I found myself saying, “I think we need to take a little ride.” I walked over to the kitchen and opened a drawer. I had told my slut repeatedly to care for her things, but also to have items present in her home to be ready for me, including what I found now in the kitchen: duct tape and one-fourth inch rope: still sealed and hundreds of feet of it. Her eyes watched me and she became afraid. Her friend still didn’t know what was going on, but the sub did.

"Please, Sir. She doesn’t know. Please,” she pleaded. “But I want her to know,” slut. She looks like a willing pupil, and I can always recognize a good cum slut when I see one.” As she took in my words, she realized both of them were in real trouble and without thinking she backed away from me. She half turned to warn her friend, but I grabbed her and threw her to the floor. “Lie there, whore and don’t move.” I unwound the rope, cutting it with a knife lying on the counter and ordered her to put her arms behind her back, skillfully binding her at the elbows and wrists. “No, no, no. She can’t see this or be part of it.” “Oh? Can’t she now?,” I snarled at her, and put duct tape over her mouth to silence her.

"What are you doing?,” the young slut asked me. Something I've wanted to do for quite a while, bitch." I shoved her onto the floor next to her friend and put my palm into the small of her back. She was shaking. I flipped her over putting my weight on top of her, taking in her scent, feeling her body quiver under mine as I lent into her neck and kissed her. She gasped, because immediately I grabbed her hair and hissed into her ear, “Lie still for me little slut and put your hands under your back.”

I shifted her under me and looked at her. Huge tits. The girls had been trying on lingerie and slip dresses to go out. I cut away the straps on her bra, exposing her. “Well. This has to go," I said as I gently cut through the tiny hooked cloth. “There’s more than enough here for me to have some fun.” I began massaging her tits and she moaned, despite her friend lying next to her, bound up. “I knew you were a cum slut the second I saw you,” I told her. I played with her nipples, flicking my finger over them, then I pinched them roughly. She cried out and tears welled up in her eyes. “You were curious about nipple clamps, were you? Subs can’t show you how to wear nipple clamps. For your first time, you need to be clamped by a true Dom.” I went over and retrieved the clamps and slipped them onto her nipples, licking each clamped bud then fingering her wet panties. Soaked. Yes. I was right. Only a cum slut would become so wet after being clamped for the first time.

She whimpered below me , begging me to stop and let her and her friend go, but I would have none of that. This was too sweet. I grabbed a kitchen towel and balled it up, shoving it into her mouth, securing it with duct tape. "I don't imagine that gag tastes very good," I said, "but don't worry, little slut. I'm going to replace it with a sweeter gag a little later. Something I know you will love having in your mouth." I hauled each girl to their feet, grabbed the keys and ordered the bound sluts out to my car. Opening the back door, I demanded they each get in and lie prone: the sub on the floor for some additional punishment, her friend on the seat. The Cape is shaped like a flexed arm. We were at its bicep, but we had to drive to its curved knuckle.

An hour’s drive and one where I would normally play music, but tonight I left the car silent, wanting to hear the gagged moans coming from the back seat. Curved over the floor’s hump, the slut’s bound naked body took a hit with every bump in the road. At times I could hear the little novice crying. I shifted the rear view mirror and saw her looking down at her friend, knowing her friend would be warning her with her eyes to stay silent. My cock stayed hard for the entire hour’s ride. Two bound naked whores in the back of my car, the risk of being pulled over or having the car break down. We passed many a patch of scrub pine on the dark highway and it was tempting to stop and take them to the trees where I could flog them with branches and fuck them to my content. No one was out tonight. The road was empty. Perhaps another time.

Arriving at our destination, I hoisted the sluts bodies out of the car and ordered them into the house, their pale flesh showing through the darkness. "First things first though," I said as I lined them up into my living room. “I need to think about this.” I went into another room and came back with cuffs for the wrists and ankles: special cuffs with suction cups. I attached the velcroed strapped cuffs to both whores and lined them up against my window, facing out with the light behind them, so that anyone could see two gorgeous cum sluts in my home, submitting and waiting to be fucked. They wanted a fashion show? Let them model for me.

I sat behind the sluts and looked at their quivering asses and strained legs spread out, side by side. Perfection. I walked over to the young whore and rubbed my hard cock into her ass. “We’re going to have a good time.” I slid my finger into her soaking slit and she moaned under that towel. Oh yes. She shuddered preparing to be penetrated by my fingers, but it didn’t happen. "Plenty of time for that later," I chided. Maybe I should go to bed and leave them there until morning.

I thought about how to best secure them while I was gone, or should I take them to bed with me, but leave them bound and unfucked during the night? I went and got clamps, leashes and chains and hooked them to one another and led them to the bedroom, commanding them both to kneel upon the bed. I bound my sub first, knowing she would be obedient, and then on the opposite side of the bed her innocent little friend, learning quickly through observation. I saw goosebumps on her flesh, and I pinched her clit. She cried out under her gag, twisting her body away from my pinching fingers. The sub was twisting her head to see what I was doing to her friend. "Like what I am doing to your friend, eh?" I asked. She struggled and violently shook her head as she started to scream at me behind the effective gag. All of this struggling was making me harder, and I felt like my cock wanted to explode.

"You still look too comfortable, so let's try something different," I said to the little slut. I tied rope around each of her wrists before rolling her over onto her back and sitting her up. I was stronger than her, and she was completely overwhelmed so it was easy for me to take each rope tied wrist and secure them to the opposite ankles. When I was through, she was sitting up, tied in a ball. "Not bad,"I said. "Well, sweetie, I'll be back. Do stick around," I told her as I pushed her so she was bent over with her ass in the air. Then, I left them there, and I went and watched some late night television and checked my emails.

When I came back into the bedroom, I changed the novice sub’s position so she was bound to the bed posts. I didn’t want her losing circulation during the night. I always liked to tease my sluts by telling them, “I’ve never lost a nipple yet.” I took off my clothes, and I went to sleep, sleeping soundly with bound and gagged sluts on either side. The next morning when I got up, I had coffee, spent time in my hot tub, then took that walk on the beach. I shut the water off in my shower, then walked back into the bedroom with a towel, slowly drying my rigid cock making sure both sluts got a good view of it.

“Still here, I see." I saw my sub squirming and trying to loosen her bonds. I walked over to my bureau and picked up a handy flog, whipping her cunt to make her stay still. She grew still in fear. I flogged her slit a second time, and the sting of that slap caused her eyes to fill with tears. I saw this and gave her a light kiss on the nose. "Don't cry, sweet sub. It won't all be painful. I promise. See? I can be nice. Let me undo those wrists."

I placed her on her back and then fulfilled my promise. She looked up at me thankfully, glad to be in a different position and even happier to be able to rub the circulation back in her hands. I saw her looking over at her friend, still securely tied to the bed. "Sorry, baby, no can do. She stays as she is for the moment. I like seeing that cute bare pussy of hers, just waiting to be fucked.” She continued to rub her wrists to get the circulation going and absently placed her untied hands by her friend’s mouth, trying to ease the gag. I saw what she was doing and grabbed her hands.

"See what happens when you try to be nice?" I taunted. "You give a slut an inch and she takes a yard." I looked down at her sternly, and in a low voice said, "Who told you to take the gag off? If I want the gag off, “I” take it off!" I flipped her on her stomach, using the ropes to hogtie her and slamming a penis gag into her mouth. I looked down at her and seeing her submission, I said, "You really must try with greater effort, okay, whore ?" She nodded. "Good girl. Now, do you want a drink of water?" She nodded again.

"You will not scream. Not that it would do you any good because it's quite a distance to the nearest neighbor, but screaming will definitely make me mad. You promise?" She nodded for a third time and I nodded back to her before reaching to slowly peel the penis gag out of her mouth. I told her to stay still until I got back with her water. I was still naked with a raging hard-on. I quickly returned with a glass of ice water and a straw. I reached my index finger in her mouth and forced her mouth open, the same way I would be later forcing it open with my cock. She coughed. “Don’t do that when you are swallowing my cock,” cunt. I offered her the straw so she could sip the water. "Thank you," she said between sips from the straw. "You are welcome," I replied.

When she was done drinking, she looked at me and hesitated before speaking in a low, calm voice. "Sir. You have to let us go. My friend has never been exposed to these things before, and I am afraid she is going to freak out and have a breakdown.” "No way, slut. No way." "You can't keep us prisoners forever," she stated. "Why not? No one even knows you are missing. You two sluts, showing off your bodies in front of an open window. Shameless whores. Face it. You and that future cum slut are mine." She began to cry again as the impact of my words were driven home. Could I be right? Would anyone miss them? And if so, would they think to look in my isolated home? Doubt filled her mind and the tears began to flow. "Well, what are you going to do to us?" She knew the answer but felt she had to ask the question anyway. I laughed aloud and held her face looking down at her. “Anything I want, sub. Anything I want."

I got the two women up and told them to kneel on the floor. “Do you know what I want now, sluts? I took the penis gag and handed it to the sub. Take this penis gag and strap it on your friend’s mouth.” She began to do as I asked but stopped cold when I said, "She is going to put the penis gag in your mouth, and I want to watch you suck it like you were sucking my cock." As I completed the sentence, I pulled the new sub’s chin down, causing her to gasp in surprise and open her mouth wide enough for me to plunge my throbbing cock in it. "See, whore? I told you that I'd gag you with something sweeter than that old towel. But, let me warn you, slut. When you finally are sucking me, I had better not feel any teeth and you had better hold the cock and receive, not suck, or you will be truly sorry.”

I thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat. She started to instinctively suck, and I pulled my cock out and slammed the penis gag back onto her head. Penis plug in her throat for now. Dildo to fuck the sub with. "She'll learn," I thought. I made the novice stand over my sub and start fucking her mouth, enjoying watching the two whores and their bouncing tits, taking pleasure in the rhythm of the dildo fuck. I oiled up my cock and started stroking myself when I heard the sub gag on the dildo. They barely heard me as I told them to concentrate on their sucking and breathing, knowing my own rigid cock would choke them.

I was ready to explode, but I held back. I had another surprise in store. I picked up the red panties I had cut off the new sub in training: panties that were stained and very wet from when I had first stripped and tied her. Check this out, bitch" I said as jammed her panties into her friends mouth. "Look at how wet these panties are with your cunt juices . I think you are enjoying this as much as I Her eyes blazed at me, and she looked me square in the eye. "I hate you! I really . . . aargh." Her words were trapped in her throat -- trapped behind her friend’s soiled panties that I suddenly shoved deep in her mouth. Two sluts sucking on each other’s panties juices. "Suck on that for a while, bitch." I looked at the two struggling, naked girls and felt himself becoming harder, if that was possible.

"You know something, whores?" I asked as I moved behind them. “You were strutting around last night like you were God’s gift to mankind, like you had a brick of gold up your cunts. Let's test that theory." I quickly thrust my index fingers into their exposed cunts and watched them writh in pain at this unexpected attack. Nope. No gold there. Just my fingers, and soon my oiled stiff cock.” I was savoring their tightness and their struggle as I shoved my fingers deeper. I held on to their cunts firmly and knew I was going to explode. “Get on the bed, whores, and spread your cunts to me.” They both scurried onto the bed, quick to obey. No more arguments from them.

I took the panties out of the whore’s mouths, and I started fucking them both, back and forth from one open red mouth to another. Then I shifted to their soaked cunts, taking deep strokes that had them gasping and sobbing. My training sub was crying in shock at what was happening to her. “You sluts look so beautiful when you are submissive to me.” I ran my hands over their bodies, pinching their nipples and wondering if I needed to reapply the rope.

The novice was still crying. "Why, Sir….why?” “Sir?” She called me SIR?” She had a surprised expression on her face like she couldn’t believe she had uttered those words. I knew better. She said nothing more. She was learning. She was afraid to answer, not wanting the panties or the penis gag back in her mouth. She had tasted my cock. The sub already knew and craved my cock at all times. Are you hungry, sluts? Ready for breakfast? I then demanded they reverse positions and start licking each other’s streaming cunts. The color drained from their faces, but they obeyed me. “You were starving, weren’t you sluts?” Now for your morning protein” I started rapidly stroking my cock over them and saw nothing but two heads of hair intertwined, moaning sluts: stripped naked, finally unbound and finally ungagged. I smiled to myself to think how they stayed in such submissive postures for me.

Their attention was riveted on my cock which was turning purple with blood. I shot cum all over their bodies, into their straining open mouths. “NOW!" You know what to do, cum sluts. Simultaneously, they each let loose filling her flicking tongues with my cum, licking it off each other’s bodies. God. I was getting hard all over again. I leaned down and kissed the tops of their cum slurping heads. "Are you sluts ready for more?" They looked at each other, then up and me and both on the same motion, spread their legs and opened their mouths upwards toward their acknowledged Master.

"Now you must shower again, cum sluts, as you are all dirty from your breakfast.” They stood up and wobbled to the bathroom again, their thighs hurt from the long time they had been spread with their cunts under assault. They exited the shower more slowly this time, but I was waiting for them with skimpy dresses and new six-inch high heels, telling them to get dressed. We were going out. “You will wear no undergarments.” “…but before we depart, we need to do one more thing. Kneel sluts.” They immediately knelt before me as I stood over them, remembering what I had just witnessed, and I stroked rapidly and came all over their faces again. “We will wait until my cum is dry, then we will be leaving. You will be true cum sluts and wear my cum in public.”

“May I ask where we are going, Sir?” asked the novice. "Have you ever been in a sex shop?" thinking it would be like taking children to an amusement park for the first time. "You'll like it!" I placed both sluts in my SUV handcuffed to their seatbelts with clear plastic strapped ball gags in their mouths so as not to draw attention on the road. I thought if anyone saw them and thought something looked “off,” we would be well past them before it sank in. We headed back out to the main highway, my whores moaning under their gags as I hit every rut in the road, then racing toward Boston where a unique shop awaited them.

Amazingly, I found front door street parking and led the girls inside where I noted a few heads turning on the sidewalk when they realized what they were seeing: a Dom with his two gagged cunts. "I want you to see the items they sell and broaden your horizons once again." This did not really calm them down, and they entered the shop nervously, but obediently, not knowing what to expect.

The older saleslady knew me from past purchases and lead us into the removed V.I.P. back room where we could discreetly try out our considered purchases. A rack of clothing was wheeled out and I picked out a black top for the brunette. It left her arms covered, but completely exposed her tits, perfect for later when I would add nipple clamps; possibly linking her to her friend’s tits. I ungagged the girls and removed their handcuffs, ordering them to stand still.

Seeing the top chosen for her, the slut looked worried, knowing how revealing this and all of the clothing was in exposing her to any eye. Both girls had seen shops like this before, and they knew some of their friends had come to such shops to buy gifts for bachelorette parties, but that was just for fun. They knew they were here for sex, dressed in slut outfits for my pleasure, their pussies still wet from forced masturbation and faces covered in my dried cum. And this store was so large with many linking rooms.


The mistress of the shop read their minds. "This is one large shop, indeed, " she smiled wickedly at their surprised faces. We have everything here that fulfills your Master’s desires. The sluts looked at the walls of DVD’s, cages filled with life like fuck dolls, mannequins dressed in leather lingerie…The whole hall, as it actually was, was dimly lit and held candles burning during the day, soft music was playing, and on the walls were photographs of submissive women heightened by spotlights. "You ladies have been hiding your sexual desires, I fear, as most women are taught to do,” the manager of the shop commented. As young girls you dream of your Prince Charming, not having your Dom stick his rigid cock into your mouth and wet pussies, then cumming all over your face.” She bent down to observe their faces more closely with a knowing look on her own.

I told the manager we wouldn’t be needing time to examine the DVD’s as I had an extensive collection, but I did want some outfits for the girls, including complimentary corsets and collars, gags, dildos and plugs. I spent the next hour with kneeling subs at my feet as items were brought out and I carefully explained to them the more advanced models of double dildos, rotating Venus vibrators, beads and vibrating eggs, two such models that I used on them with a universal remote control device.

I made the brunette sit on a chair with her feet up, bare pussy fully exposed, and had her friend kneel in front of her while I fitted her with lined cuffs at her wrists and ankles, putting her in a total submissive posture in front of her friend. "Our shop usually gets busy after six,” the manager explained, “but the people Who visit here during the day are usually pro’s and highly experienced. She looked at me, and I politely smiled back. I loved seeing my sluts with their exposed cunts, dripping, knowing I could walk over and start fucking them at any moment in public, and they would obey me. I could walk them out into the main part of the store with their nipples clamped to each other, gagged, and they would obey me. “We need to wrap our purchases up and get ready to go back to the condo,” I said. As we were getting ready to leave, the manager came up to me with a brown parcel and said, “Always a pleasure doing business with you. A gift from the house.”

On the way home, I explained to the sluts how they had to care for the things I had purchased for them, that they must show these things the proper respect they deserved, as they gave me great pleasure and needed to be in the best condition at a moment’s notice. Soon enough, we were home, and I lead them into a spare room, set up for a photo shoot. There was a cream colored sofa, stools, and hooks and beams placed for maximum effect. “I want you sluts to go put on your corsets and bring me your other things, kneeling before me offering them to me. “Move quickly, sluts.” Once they returned, I told them “This is not a movie, this is a shoot. There will be some explicit poses and some playing with toys." “We are here to support you, Sir, “ the sluts said out loud. “Quiet on the set, sluts,” I said, “I need the complete attention of the models. I work best if all I hear is the voice of me, the Dom.” Thus the shoot began.

I started taking standard poses of the sluts standing together, then putting them into more seduction poses on the sofa, the blonde between the brunette’s legs, both of them listening with studied attention to my instructions and waiting patiently while I adjusted shades and lamps for the perfect lighting. They both had amazing athletic abilities in curving their bodies around the structures, and each other. I had the blonde whore spread her legs wide, pushing her ass out toward me and another shot where she pushed her pussy into the brunette’s face. I made the brunette go and get fully clothed, then I did a series of shots where she looked straight into the camera’s lens and shot by shot, undressing slowly, tottering on her very high heels which pushed her tits and ass out to advantage.

I had her caress her newly exposed body parts and had her cup one naked breast, then the other, then I had her friend come over and pinch her nipples, making sure I got plenty of shots of them stiffening and sticking out nicely. I had her get dressed again, then starting the undressing procedure again, but this time her nipples were already hard and they popped out when she removed her top. I made the blonde go topless and pose on the sofa, lifting her skirt on instruction and showing me her pussy, then had her friend caress the bare lips, and the slut…she smiled wickedly into the camera as the blonde flexed her body in ecstasy. “Not convincing enough,” I remarked. “Make her pussy wet and use your mouth if needed.” She pushed her manicured fingers into her friend’s slitted hole, then spread the lips wide for me to give me a full frontal view of her friend’s clit while she dipped her fingers in, licking them, then flicking at the engorged clit.

As the blonde’s cunt got wetter, she spread her fingers out within the whore’s hole and then pinched the pussy lips. “Yes, that’s it. Keep going,” I encouraged them. She kept masturbating her friend, but then on impulse, I walked over and shoved her tits into her friends face, so that her nipples would be bitten and sucked. The girls did as they were told, and I found it thrilling that they followed each order without any hesitation and breaking the spell on the set. The blonde grabbed her friends breasts and was flicking her tongue between the nipples, then gently biting them. I was rock hard. I walked over and handed the brunette slut a dildo and ordered her to suck it, until it glistened, then once it was shiny, I had her shove it into her friend, rhythmically pushing it in and out. "Eyes towards the camera" I reminded her. She smiled several smiles, from innocent to her most slutty grin.

“Take five, sluts.” They sat back and looked at me, having their play disrupted, but they obeyed. I walked over and opened the parcel the store manager had passed over to me earlier. Inside was an enormous leather butt plug. The girls were upset when they saw this. I ordered the brunette to gently remove the dildo she had put in her friend earlier, then she held it up to me proudly showing me the shining pussy juice. I opened a drawer and removed a container of gel and walked over to my brunette whore and gave her the jar. “We now proceed,” I ordered. They seemed clearly upset with this and looked questioningly at me. “You put some gel on the plug, then you shove it up your friend’s ass,” I commanded her. She gasped and stared into space for a few moments. I returned to my position behind the camera, but by now I had removed all of my clothing, and my cock was as tall and firmly planted as the tripod holding the camera. My blonde slut curved her body in front of the camera, pushing her ass clearly into view.

"I want you to insert it slowly, and warm your friend up by using your fingers first, so I can capture the progress. " I only had to verbally instructed my sub. She followed my orders by slowly pushing her fingers with the gel into her friend’s asshole. Her smile froze on her face once again, but only for a moment. Then tartly shoving her own ass out at me, she fingered her friend’s hole, then took her middle finger and drove it deeper into her ass. "Show me discomfort and pain. I want that on film, " I ordered and immediately the blonde showed me her grimacing, painful face. My brunette whore started to grunt a little as her finger went up and down her friend’s ass, and the gel made sloppy sounds. The gel poured out of the blonde’s asshole in front of the camera down to her pussy. It was quite obscene and bizarre.

"Hold on. Stop, " I said, and the sluts stood motionless, wondering what would be next. I made the blonde go over to a cassock and bend over. I had placed a pillow under her stomach to make her cunt go higher into the air. I made the brunette go behind the camera to record the moment, and I shoved my cock into the slut’s exposed cunt, while I grabbed her hair and shoved harder. She began to scream, but I clamped my hand over her mouth and leaned down into her and whispered, “Cease, slut.” Her covered face was silenced, while I continued to pound into her soaked pussy. I could hear the shutter clicking as the brunette sub did as I wished. The blonde was still lying there needing a few moments to recuperate. Gel streaming out of her ass and pussy, down her right leg. “Short, but effective, whores.” The women could not believe the brutality they had witnessed. They had not expected the shoot to go like this. They had thought there would be filtered shots of them posed romantically in their corsets, maybe touching each other’s hair.

I zoomed the lens in on the cunt, to make sure I had a shot of the juices pouring out of it "Look at the camera, and smile, " I demanded. She lifted her head, turned her face toward the camera and had tears streaking down her face, so that her smile was close to a cry. “Great look,” I said, and clicked away. I needed to get them emotionally ready for the next set of pictures. That brunette whore was over on the side, looking hot and horny at the camera, but that all changed when I ordered her to face her friend, and I bound them with rope, tit to tit, pussy to pussy. I briefly pried the girls apart, and put the double dildo we had bought that day into both of their pussies. “Start pumping, but move slowly so I can get every shot of this.”

Their movements were awkward, bound so closely together, and if anything, the rope was forcing their bodies so tightly that the dildo was going in deeper, with even the slightest movement on their part. "Keep posing, " I remarked dryly, and went back to the viewfinder, seeing two bound sluts with trembling thighs. I walked over to the brunette and shoved her deeper onto the dildo, which in turn shoved the other end deeper into her friend. I had never seen anything like this. The sheer weird brutality of these beautiful girls being sodomized by a dildo that was way too big, while the whole scene was being filmed, shot on my camera.

There was something missing. I walked over to the shopping gag and found a double-headed penis gag. It took a little maneuvering, but I got the harnesses over both cunt’s heads, and gently inserted the penis into their receiving mouths. The lengthy rubber penis disappeared rapidly into their waiting mouths, and from the bulge in the blonde’s throat, I knew the gag had gone all the way in. When both girls had completely swallowed the cock, they immediately began drooling. This new toy distorted their faces and the stretched mouths, combined with their tears and stuffed cunts, transformed them from beautiful obedient goddesses into complete pain sluts.

I saw a small stream of blood coming from the blonde’s pussy, which had taken a pounding that night, and I zoomed in on shots of my stretched out beauty. "Pose" I said, clicking away, as the drool dropped from their mouths onto their thrusting tits. A perfect pose and the completed composition. Later that night, while the two sluts were curled up in sleep on either side of me, exhausted from their day, I took out the prints of our shoot, oiled my cock, and shot cum over their reclining dozing bodies.