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Part 1
Sandy woke with a start in the pink hued light. She was curled, naked, on a hard vinyl surface. Beside her Cherry lay, also naked, still asleep in the early dawn light. Their bikinis were still tied to convenient fixing points for hands and ankles.
Sandy eased herself off the flat sleeping area in the bow of the boat and squatted in the low headroom. Then she reached up, and unhooked her bag from beside the door.
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Something had woken her up, but what? Looking out the oval porthole, she couldn't see anybody nearby, but she could hear a small engine. She went into the galley, naked and feeling her nipples firm and enlarge in the cooler air. From behind her muscular buttocks flexed rhythmically, her whole body was tanned except where her crotch showed a solitary small pale triangle of flesh between her thighs. From the galley she could see the guard going back to his hut on a Jet Ski. Satisfied nobody else was around she used the toilet, and then went forward to the bedroom again.
From her bag she pulled the remains of her money out of her purse, and tried to work out how much longer she could last before her midwinter holiday in the sun ended and she had to go home. She knew her parents hadn't expected her to last more than a week or so, but meeting up with Cherry turned a good holiday into a great one.
Both girls were 5 foot 9, born on the same day 19 years ago, had hazel eyes and lean, suntanned bodies with straight long hair, past their shoulder blades. Everyone who saw them together had thought they were sisters at first, so as a joke they had told everyone their names were Candy and Sherry. Now that Cherry had died her hair a pale brown and Sandy started wearing a push up bra, everyone thought they were identical twins.
Talking on the second night after they has met, Sandy had commented on how the boats in the Marina were deserted and Cherry had suggested a naked moonlight swim out from the breakwater to the endmost one. From there it was a simple step to decide that moving in would save both of them money, and this boat had become a temporary home four nights ago. Sandy and Cherry were careful to leave the boat tidy when they left it, and had a luggage locker at the train station for most of their stuff.
Sandy looked at Cherry and smiled at the memory of last night. They had been given a couple of tablets each at the party last night, and had saved three until they had got back to the boat. There they had had a very private party, just the two of them. It had been the first time another woman had given her an orgasm. They had agreed that this couldn't be wrong because it was too wonderful and since they were so alike, it was almost masturbation. Sandy remembered tying Cherry up after that by using their bikinis and some convenient tie down points in the triangular room and Cherry had got as good an orgasm as she had given too.
Sandy itched where Cherry had shaved her pussy the night before last, so Sandy quietly opened her tube of moisturising cream and rubbed it gently onto her mound. Then she decided that Cherry probably itched were Sandy had shaved her too, to make them identical, so she softly started rubbing cream onto Cherry's pale mound as well. Cherry's nipples hardened and her eyes opened. She smiled what Sandy called a lovers smile, with her eyes, mouth and whole body.
"Ohhh! That feels good! What time is it?"
"The sun is just coming up, so the guard is making his last round. We will be able to slip out in a couple of hours once the shift changes. What do you want to do while we wait?"
"Let me up for a moment and I will think of something. Did you enjoy last night as much as I did? No Regrets?" Cherry asked.
"No regrets ever" Sandy replied, allowing her fingers to stray into the lips of Cherry's pale pussy. Cherry placed her hand over Sandy's, pressing Sandy's fingers deeper into her sex for a moment as she sat up. She moved around in front of Sandy and kissed her on the mouth. From there she knelt in front of Sandy and rubbed their erect nipples together before pressing Sandy onto the bed. Sandy closed her eyes and let her arms be guided over her head and bound with the same bikini top that she had tied Cherry with last night. Sandy had been hoping that she would have a turn being tied down from the amount of enjoyment Cherry had shown.
Cherry then lifted Sandy's ankles into the corners of the bed area and used the discarded panties to tie each foot in place. Next she dropped the last party pill from last night into Sandy's mouth and then used a sash from one skirt to gag her, something Sandy tried to object to. Cherry whispered "Trust me, it's better" and spanked her ass hard.
It took seven spanks until she submitted.
Finally Cherry used both skirts, tied end to end up to fix Sandy's hips immovably to the bed, sliding the skirts under her hips, then up and over from the top of each tanned thigh, past Sandy's bare pink crotch to a pair of tie downs that Sandy hadn't found last night on the vertical front of the bed base.
Sandy found that she could lift her head to see Cherry's bare buttocks and back, slim waist & straight hair, thinking to herself 'I look just like that.'
"You will have to let me go to the bathroom, or I'll burst. Just wait here." Cherry smiled over her shoulder. Sandy laid back, wondering what the difference between what she felt and love was. Then she heard someone coming forward in the boat again and raised her head to watch Cherry return. She admired the slight sway to her friend's breasts and her dark, erect nipples and untaned, shaved pussy. She then laid back as Cherry massaged her body with olive oil from the galley, especially her earlobes, breasts, legs, buttocks and pussy.
Cherry smiled, lifted Sandy's head to kiss her forehead, and then quickly wrapped the sash from the other skirt around her head, blindfolding Sandy before she could protest. Next she started slapping Sandy on the breasts, thighs, ass and clitoris, her own excitement heightened from Sandy's helplessness, her squeals and because Sandy had no way of knowing where she would strike next. Just as Sandy knew she could take no more, she felt Cherry slide down to lick and finger Sherry's exposed sex.
Suddenly she thrust her fingers into Sandy's vagina, and then used her thumb to grind her friend's clitoris brutally. Sandy tried hopelessly to wriggle her hips to relieve the pressure, until she could stand it no more and climaxed.
Sandy felt Cherry's tongue gently probe the folds of her pussy while she licked up Sandy's juices. Next Cherry slid her breasts back up Sandy's sweaty body, onto her nipples and whispered "Do you forgive me?"
Sandy nodded, then Cherry laid down beside her, fondling Sandy's nipples as they both dosed off. Sandy hoped for round two when Cherry woke up, so she didn't ask to be untied.
Part 2 (added: 11/27/2009)
When Cherri woke first, she rubbed her nose, and then checked she hadn't drooled on the bed. She always hated doing that. Each finger on her left hand moved slowly, gently increasing, then reducing the pressure on Sandy's firm breast and soft nipple.
Cherri gently pushed herself up from the bed and stood up to stretch. Due to the low ceiling of the front berth of the boat they were in, she opened the door and walked through the galley where she started to stretch her muscles. She had decided it was better to untie Sandy and let her body recover too. The sun was already up and they could play again tonight.
As she was about to finish, the boat rocked gently, and she heard a man say "Me gusta este barco." A second man with the same Spanish accent replied "That's good, I like it too. Let's get the engine going and get it back and collect the dólares."
Horrified, she opened the door to the toilet, and hid inside. Listening hard she could hear two male voices, then the companionway hatch was thrown open and the same man spoke again, "Santos, you see if there is anything to eat, while I tie up the lancha, then put some gasolina into the tanks." This sounded more hopeful, as soon as they were both busy at the stern, she would wake up Sandy and they could get dressed. It might be embarrassing, but she was certain their prepared story that they had got on the wrong boat during the night would get them out of trouble.
What she wasn't prepared for was the toilet door to be opened, and the man to ask her "Is this a refrigerador?" He was a Latino in his early twenties, tall, well muscled and clean shaven with black wavy hair, and sunglasses pushed up onto the top of his head. He had a Hawaiian shirt on and swimming trunks.
Stunned, all she could do is look at him, and then reply "No, it is under the bench - over there."
"OK, Thanks" As he turned away, she reached out and closed the door again. Obviously he was mentally slow, but he seemed harmless. She and Sandy should be able to get away from him and his unseen companion.
All this fell apart suddenly when the second voice called out "Have you found the fridge yet?"
"Yes, the nice girl told me where it is." Silence greeted this remark. After a moment the inevitable question "What girl?" "The one in there."
'Fuck' thought Cherri, 'now what?'
After a further pause she heard a few stealthy movements, and before she could summon up the courage to come out naked, the door opened again and a slightly incredulous man stood there, staring at her. Most of Cherri's attention was on the pistol in his hand, the rest was on the blush which started as blotches on her cheeks, and quickly spread over her entire body.
He ordered her "Out" and waved the pistol toward the companionway. He was shorter and a little older than the first man but also well muscled and olive skinned. His face was heavily scarred; Cherri guessed that he had been burnt a long time ago. His hair was black and wavy and he had the same style of sunglasses as the first man, also pushed up on the top of his head. When Cherri looked into his hard eyes however she quickly decided to obey him. Somehow the word 'evil' had crept into the back of her mind.
She opened her mouth to ask to go forward to get dressed, and then she could untie Sandy. But what if he went into the room first and found her? He didn't seem to be the type that would just let them go. Maybe it was better to stay quiet, after all, how much more harm could it do?
The second man pulled her out with a firm hold on her arm, and told her to stand by the companionway stairs, facing forward. Then he tied her ankles, knees and wrists up and gagged her with cut up towels. Next the two men stared her up and down, since she was naked and totally exposed this was very easy. Finally he told Santos to help her sit down and the brothers tied Cherri's arms to a broom handle laid across the outside of the hatchway to the steps. Cherri started worrying that he was very proficient at this – why was that? After he was certain Cherri was secure, he told Santos to "go check what is in the refrigerador again."
As Santos left, he looked at Cherri again and said, "That will keep him busy for another couple of minutes before he finds it again. He is my hermanito; my kid brother. A little slow since the car accident, but he pulled me out when the car caught fire and I have tried to look after him ever since. With the repossession business, I can keep him in a nice home. "
From where Cherri sat, she could see into the galley and suddenly realized that, after checking the toilet door again, Santos was working his way around the room to where Sandy was tied up, still looking for the fridge. Cherri moaned to herself 'Please no, not Sandy!' as Santos opened to door and stared at her exposed clitoris and helpless body. She struggled to move as she watched Santos take off his shirt and shorts, revealing olive colored buttocks and a large burn scar under one arm. She tried to scream as he stroked Sandy's breasts and then he laid down on her and whispered something to her.
Cherri could hear splashing and smelt petrol as Santos's brother started pouring petrol into the fuel tank. After he knelt by the steering wheel and worked under the dashboard, she realized he was starting the engines. As he did he started talking again, as Cherri watched Santos fumble his erect penis into her friend's pussy.
"There was some problems a couple of years ago, when he climbed into bed with the matrona and her husband, but she ordered him out again. After everyone explained ¡que no! means ¡que no! I got him a doll – one of those blow-up ones, you know, and he has been allowed to stay. In fact he even manages to fold the patochada thing into the box it came in. The picture on it looks a bit like you too."
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Cherri wriggled around and tried to get him to take out the gag to tell him about Santos and Sherri, but he shook his head. "No talking until I get you back to the boatshed. You look like money to me, I think I will take you back to our place & see what you are worth to someone." Cherri could only watch helplessly as Sandy tried to twist her hips, locked by the skirts and Santos's weight. Cherri guessed she had woken when she was being penetrated by Santos's huge penis and then Cherri watched him pump his black haired cock into Sandy's bare pink vagina, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She could hear him grunt, and see his butt cheeks clench as he came in her.
Suddenly the engines roared into life, and his brother sat up. "Santos! Untie the front rope will you? Santos? ¿En dónde estas?"
Santos walked back at the hatch, naked, and his penis was still erect, sperm dripping off the tip onto Cherri's legs. His brother sighed, "Jesus Santos, you should wait until you are with your pareja before doing that"
Santos looked at his brother and smiled, "It's alright Ernesto, I have another one."
Surprised, Ernesto looked down at Cherri, then at Santos and told him "Put on some pants, then untie off the front rope, so we can get out of here." Then he walked into the bedroom and saw Sandy. Cherri prayed that he wouldn't rape her too, but he just returned, looking thoughtful a moment later. "I thought I had seen you at Gunpowder Gertie's. You two are the twins, and kinky ones it seems. I had hoped to return you to your parents for a nice reward, but Santos just made returning you undamaged much harder. Maybe someone else I know will pay instead."
Cherri looked up at him, and he climbed the stairs again and gunned the boat out of the marina. Cherri thought she could hear the Security guard's Jet Ski, but since no-one knew where she and Sandy had been sleeping, no-one would associate them with a repossessed (or maybe stolen) boat. Ernesto looked at her again, worried, and when Santos came back he told him to drop a cloth over her head, so she couldn't see where she was going. Cherri tried to find a way to get him to remove the gag, so she could talk to Sandy, but after a brief struggle, she had to give up.
During the trip Santos walked past her a couple of times up and down the stairs. Sitting in the darkness, she strained her hearing to know if he screwed Sandy again. Ernesto didn't tell him not to and she was certain that she heard her struggle at least once more.
In the dark all she could do was remember the sight and sounds of a huge hairy penis fucking Sandy's pink triangle over and over again. Sandy would be panicking, alone and afraid. Cherri could visualize her tanned skin and the cords of the ties cutting into her wrists and ankles. She remembered what Sandy's orgasm tasted like and the sweat on her skin. She imagined what it would feel like for Sandy's vagina, dry and abused ripping and bleeding. She remembered Sandy's hips, trying to heave Santos off, and the tightness of the skirts she had used when Cherri was on top of her.
Cherri was panicking thinking about it. Would it be worse if it was Ernesto who did it? Would he be violent? What if she were to offer to have sex too now, would it save Sandy? How could she suggest it? Who was to other person who would pay for them as twins? What would they do? What would they do when they found out they weren't twins? Finally she passed out, her head whirling and short of breath.
Cherri woke up, lying on a hard, cold steel floor of a light truck with low sides. It was parked indoors but it was hard to see more because of a bright light trained on where they lay, making the rest of the area gloomy and indistinct. Occasional specks of dust glowed as they drifted through the beam and Cherri could hear water rippling gently nearby.
Someone was lying behind her, pressing their naked skin on hers. She panicked and managed to roll over and slide out of the cover over her head. The first thing Cherri saw the blindfold covering Sandy's eyes. Cherri felt full of sorrow for what had happened to her and slightly guilty for checking that her own vagina was dry and un-used. When she had fainted, either Santos or Ernesto had removed her gag. Now she could whisper to Sandy "I'm so sorry" over and over.
Sandy rolled over, facing her back to Cherri. Cherri started to cry at the rejection, but Sandy grunted to her and Cherri slowly worked out she was trying to say 'gag'. Cherri's hands were still tied, but she could reach the knots with her teeth, and after a frustrating few minutes, she managed to work the knots loose and Sandy's gag and then blindfold came off. Sandy rolled back toward her.
"What happened?" Sandy wanted to know. Cherri whispered a brief summary and then it was Sandy's turn.
Santos had raped her three times before the boat had been docked briefly at the boatshed. They had carried Sandy off the boat and laid her reasonably gently into the truck and Cherri had already been there. After a minute or two there had been a long but muffled conversation between two or three voices and the boat engine had left, then a car, but someone or something was moving around the boatshed, so they had to stay where they were. Both girls started guessing who it was that would want to pay for twins, and what would happen if they found out they weren't. Neither girl wanted to find out.
They heard a car engine stop nearby, but they didn't dare call out. Cherri started to cry again. Trying to keep her from despairing, Sandy said "At least he was gentle, I have had worse dates" and kissed her. When a camera flashed, they were both taken completely by surprise.
Ernesto grinned from the side of the truck. "Santos will lift you both out, now that you have given me the perfect shot. If you promise not to scream, yell or do anything estúpido, you need to put on some costumes for me then I will feed you. Otherwise, you get nothing to eat, but I will tie you down for Santos again. Possibly I will have a turn too this time."
The girls both agreed providing they got some of the food now, so Santos lifted them and sat them up on the tailgate of the truck, then he got them cushions, because the steel was too hard for Sandy's swollen pussy to sit on comfortably. Both girls were uncomfortably aware of his arousal as he stood between their thighs with his shorts straining to hold another erection and fed them bites of donuts. Afterward his bare chest rubbed against their breasts while he helped them drink a glass of milk each. Looking around Cherri saw that they were in what seemed to be an industrial building with boarded up windows and a roller door that sealed off a ramp, which presumably slid into the bay. From the harshness of the daylight outside, she guessed it was mid-afternoon.
Ernesto remembered their names as Sherri and Cindy. Fearful of discovery that they weren't twins, Sandy agreed that she was Sherri, but said that Cherri was Candy. Then Ernesto produced a box he said had come from a friend and showed them their costumes. Half was lace and satin with adjustable ties, one set red, the other white. There were two hair-ties, full length gloves which laced up, crutchless panties and see thru tops which exposed their nipples. In the bottom of the box there were also six leather items, all in black with chrome buckles, two blindfolds, two bit-gags and matching thick studded dog collars.
Both 'Sherri' and 'Candy' tried to get out of putting them on, but Ernesto threatened them both with Santos's erection and no more food. After he promised that it was just for a dozen photos they agreed. Ernesto decided Sherri was to wear white, and Candy the red outfit. First they tied their hair back in a single braid with the ribbon for each other, then put on the panties, tops and gloves. Last they let Ernesto put on the collars. After a couple of photos of each girl they made Santos promise not to have sex with them again, then let Ernesto put the blindfolds on them and put the gags in their mouths and Cherri heard him walk around them to take another photoset.
When Candy's gag was cinched tight, she was taken by surprise. Trying to yell and warn Sherri, the collar shocked her and she realized that these were the type used to train dogs not to bark. Next Ernesto pulled her arms behind her and threaded something through the laces of the gloves to bind them together. Finally he got Santos to hold her wrists up, forcing her to bend over helplessly. From the sounds of struggle, she guessed the same things were being done to Sherri too. But who was doing it to Sherri?
A pair of steel cuffs was locked around her ankles, attached to rattling chains. Then came the sound of a motor and chains moving above her, and her legs were forced apart. Once they were wider than her shoulders her arms were pulled tightly together almost to her elbows and lifted further to force her head down. The gloves' laces were tied to the chain of the hoist above her, and another few inches of chain was wound up. At last she hung; bend completely forward, almost on tip-toe, trying to relieve the pressure on her shoulders, increasingly conscious of the cool air on her exposed pussy. Sherri hadn't been chained up, was it just because there was only one hoist?
Candy could hear the Ernesto take another couple of pictures, but then she heard something that horrified her. "Mi Querido amigo, I lied, I aren't going to untie you. You may have been wondering who helped me tie you both up. It is your new patrón. You are going home with him." Then the truck started up and drove off, a door slammed and she stood in silence, trying to work out where the stranger was standing.
Was that the sound of fabric, rustling faintly? That was definitely a zipper. And more fabric sounds then stillness.
If Candy could have clutched at her top and panties when they were unlaced and removed, then she would have.
If Candy could have jumped when her hair was laid along her spine, then she would have.
If Candy could have run away when large, hardened hands fondled and pulled her nipples and then slapped her breasts she would have.
If Candy could have moved her hips even a fraction of an inch when the same hands spanked her buttocks and pussy until they burnt then she would have.
If Candy could have begged when lubricated fingers hooked into her anus, she would have.
If Candy could have screamed when a penis, wet and slippery thrust into her pussy, she would have. Candy tried to scream, but the collar shocked her. Her attacker started pulling on her anus, savagely trying to drive his penis deeper and deeper. Then he grabbed her hair with his free hand and tugged on it in time too. She could feel the man's shaft grow even harder every time she tried to scream.
As his excitement mounted, he jerked his cock out of her fleshy mound, spread his two fingers that were hooked in her anus and thrust his cock into this newly exposed hole. After a quick few strokes Candy was forced to scream despite the collar. Then, as his orgasm came, she felt his hot sperm squeeze out of her abused anus and trickle down the channel between her buttocks to her pussy.
At last he loosened the chains, and Candy's abused and exhausted body hung from them helplessly. She felt him inject her in the thigh, and then keep lowering the chains, until she collapsed on the floor and the chains lay in a heavy, slithery pile on her legs and hips. Her last thought was that she hoped her 'patrón' was sated and Sherri would not undergo the same ordeal, then she lost consciousness, still lying on the floor under the cool steel links.
He stood over Candy gasping for breath for a moment, he turned to Sherri and also injected her with a mixture of muscle relaxant and tranquilizer. Next he laid out both girls face down, took off each girl's gag and expertly tied their arms and legs at ankles, elbows, knees and wrists so they wouldn't injure themselves during the trip home.
Then he drove his truck in, loaded them into the cage in the back, on top of some straw so as not to injure them and drove off, planning how to break their defenses and ensure they were totally submissive before he sold them. When he got near his home, he pulled over and got out to check if they were close to waking up. They had slid about on the straw and now lay on a heap at the front of the cage. One girl was limp, but the other wasn't. He swore under his breath but decided a torch would dazzle her long enough see if he needed to put her under sedation again after 3 hours with a blindfold on. He saw their hair covered both their faces, the ribbons they had used for ties were tangled in the straw.
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After a trip which was going to leave her bruised all over, the road surface changed to crunching gravel and then, the vehicle stopped briefly and the truck door opened. Curious about why, Sandy braced herself to not move. A man's voice swore briefly, and then the rear of the truck dipped as he climbed into the cage with the girls. He lifted her off Cherri, then felt Sandy's pulse, then took off her blindfold and shone a torch into her eyes, dazzling her. Then he forced the gag back into her mouth. She could hear him swear again and he caressed her face and pulled at her hair. She thought he was doing the same to Cherri too, then he jumped off the back of the truck and just stood there. Sandy wondered what he was deciding, then he covered her with a blanket and closed the cage door. She wanted to cry out when Cherri was taken away from her after a short uphill drive, lifted out of the truck and carried inside a building. Then the truck started moving again, back down the gravel surface and after another short trip the truck stopped again, and the whole cage was winched up, slid sideways then dropped unevenly onto the ground.
Her new patron lifted her out of the cage and knelt beside her as took off her gag. Sandy could hear him whisper "Sherri, my Sherri" She decided that if calling her Sherri prevented him from hurting her, she would continue to pretend to be Sherri. He caressed her with work hardened hands, roaming over her buttocks and breasts and kissed her gently on the throat and then on her face and forced his tongue into her mouth. As he stood to take off his clothes she shivered remembering the sounds of violence when he had forced himself on Candy.
As with Candy, after a few moments of silence that felt like forever, she was slapped on her breasts repeatedly, then he turned her over and spanked her, telling her that she had been a naughty girl and had cost him too much money. Involuntarily she recalled Candy slapping her during their love play and her nipples started to harden, betraying her excitement. Had that only been this morning?
This time he tied her ankles to her wrists and held her face down with two fingers hooked into her anus, while his cock hammered her pussy and her mind summoned the memory of a thrusting man's cock in her unwilling body this morning. After a little time, Sherry tried to plead for him to stop and this built into yelps of pain due to the restrictions of her collar. Trying to block out his harsh breathing, in time with the slap of his flesh on helpless thighs, her mind fled to the passions of earlier today and last night. Then, as now, she had a pounding heart, rapid breathing, and sweat running down her back. She had heard and felt these sounds before, the slaps, the thrusting of flesh. But Santos had been gentle, the position she was being held in was cutting off her air supply and like the sounds from Candy and their patron, the sex was getting more brutal by the second.
Her mind kept roaming further, to the images that matched the violent plunges into her cunt which she could not block out, snippets of horror movies and bad porn from the internet, hiding from the emotions of what was happening to her. Sherri felt quite proud to recognize the clinical signs of mental shock in a detached fashion and tried to recall her notes at Medical School on Post Traumatic Stress.
Abruptly he stopped driving into her body, she was turned over and sat up like a child clenches her ankles, with her knees pulled into her breasts. Her mound felt raw and tender, and the straw scratched her ass painfully, reminding her of Santos's cushion. Her patron stood with his knees on either side of hers, took her hair in his hand, and ordered her to suck him off. Sherri obeyed, but started to gag when he forced her to deep throat him. When she chocked on his bitter sperm he withdrew his cock, then slapped her face repeatedly, while telling her she was a dirty slut.
As he stepped away from her she fell onto her side and he picked her back up and asked if she was hurt. This was so incongruous Sherri giggled and he laughed with her. This seemed to put him in a better mood, so he untied her completely, helped her up and stood behind her to take off the blindfold. When she thanked him (It couldn't hurt) he grabbed her arms tightly, shook her, and said "Call me Daddy, say 'Thank you Daddy'."
His sudden mood changes were bewildering Sherri, but she said "Of course Daddy, Thank you Daddy." Without releasing her, his grip relaxed, and he pushed her in front of him into one side of the room they were in, across a wooden floor strewn with straw and stood her facing the corner. She heard the rattle of a chain and shivered again, thinking of what had happened to Candy as the cold links were laid up her buttocks and back, then she heard a click and the weight of her collar increased. Her Patron said "You can stay here tonight; I will bring your breakfast in the morning." It sounded as if she were staying in a hotel so Sherri giggled again. She couldn't stop as he walked out and she knew that she had suffered too much and the stress was getting to her.
After feeling the padlock and deciding that it not only secured the chain onto the collar, but also prevented it from being removed, Sherri searched the barn as far as she could reach. Collecting together enough straw to make a bed, she found an old blanket and wrapping this around herself, she lay down, piled more straw on top of herself to stay warm and fell asleep so fast that 'passed out' might have been a more correct description.
When her Patron came in the morning he carefully spoon fed Sherri as if she was an invalid and stoked her arms to reasure her, then he went back downstairs. Through the floor she could hear animals moving, but at lunch time, he returned upstairs and whipped her with a riding crop, dragging her out of the corner where she was hiding by her hair. Sherri's breasts were raw after just six strikes, and when she tried to curl up to protect them, he patterned her buttocks with dozens of red welts and managed to strike her pussy repeatedly. Abruptly he then walked off without saying a work as she returned to cower in the corner of the room. Over the days and weeks that followed Sherri slowly abandoned all hope of rescue and then all memory of who she had been before, due to the bewildering rounds of torture, sex and tenderness.
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