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The New Pet by CarrieAnne
“Such a pretty girl,” Beatrice said as she rubbed her index finger under the girl’s eye, wiping the tears away.
“Yes, Ma’am,” replied Paul. He and the three other men with him were grinning widely in anticipation of their reward. “She put up a hard fight. It took me, Bob, and Tony to get her into the van.”
It was a nice little business Beatrice had. She traveled and took initial pictures of girls that a certain clientele might appreciate. She then posted the pictures on her private website and if someone is interested, she sent out one of her men to take more pictures and to follow the girl to get her routine. If a girl is selected, a deposit is made from her prospective buyer which covers the expenses of “collecting” the girl and transporting her back to Beatrice’s home deep in the mountains.
Beatrice picked up the professional web camera and slipped on her headset, dialing the overseas number. “I have her,” she told the man on the other end of the line. “And she is as gorgeous and fit as the pictures indicated.”
“Excellent. May I see her please?”
“Of course, hold on.” Beatrice walked over to the metal exam table where the young woman was splayed open. Her head was strapped down, a ball gag in her mouth. Her arms were over her head and stretched and cuffed, her back arched, her tits high. Her waist also had a strap on it, holding her tightly. Her feet were in the stirrups with her thighs, knees, and ankles tied in place. Her legs were spread open, showing the newly shaven cunt. The tears were still dripping down her cheeks. Beatrice walked all around the girl, the camera showing the girl’s new owner all her charms.
“Well, Jean-Paul, what do you think?”
“Oh Beatrice, you have outdone yourself with this one. I knew she was pretty when you showed me the photos, but … she is perfection. Go back to that cunt again.”
Beatrice walked back and focused on the pretty pink lips.
“I would like to see those lips red and swollen, Bea … oh and perhaps someone in both holes.”
“Which one of you drove?” she asked.
Sam raised his hand.
“Come, hold the camera. Keep it focused on her cunt.”
Sam sighed and took over camera duty. He would be getting sloppy seconds tonight.
Beatrice picked up the thin leather strap and walked over between the girl’s legs. She rubbed her thighs lightly, making the girl jump. Bea heard Jean-Paul laughing in her ears.
“She is nervous, no?”
Bea laughed. “Should I ungag her? Do you want to hear her voice?”
“Oh yes, please.”
Bea nodded at Paul who removed the girl’s gag. She immediately started begging. “Please, please, please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
Bea walked up and slapped her face twice … hard, making the girl cry out.
“That’s it Bea. Make her cry harder.” Then he laughed, “she needs to get used it.”
Bea chuckled as she moved back between the girl legs. Then she quickly slapped the leather strap directly on the girl’s clit.
“ARRRGHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Ten more times Bea slapped the leather on the girl’s clit and her cunt lips. They were turning a pretty red and swelling under the attention.
“Have them fuck her now. I hope you are filming this for me.”
“Of course I am, bebe. I will send you the film as soon as we are done tonight.”
She turned to Paul. “Untie her and take her over to the mattress.”
Paul, Bob, and Tony unstrapped her from the table and half-dragged and half-carried the sobbing girl across the room. Sam was following behind them, still filming.
Bob held her, rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples, as Paul and Tony quickly undressed. Tony got down on the mattress, lubing his cock to make the show better for the girl’s new owner. Bob stripped off his pants and then helped guide the girl down on Tony’s cock. She was sobbing harder now, shivering. Tony held her arms as Paul lubed his cock … then he slowly started pushing it into her ass.
“OHHH NOOOO please stop, it hurts, please … please…”
“She screams so prettily, Bea. I am hard as a rock just listening and watching. She seems rather submissive already. I think she will take well to being my pet”
“Yes, I think you are right. Listen to the little slut grunt like a pig.” They both laughed as they listened to her moaning as the two cocks pushed deep into her holes.
Bea walked up with her leather strap and slapped the girl’s nipples with it. As she screamed out, Bob pushed his cock into her mouth, making her gag.
“If you bite him, I will hurt you like you have never been hurt before,” Beatrice warned.
It didn’t take long for the three to cum—or for Jean-Paul to cum either. Beatrice grinned as she heard the man grunting over the phone.
The three cocks slipped from her. Sam handed the camera over to Paul, flipped her over and pulled her ass up and pushed his cock into her ass—making her cry out.
Beatrice walked back over the computer and talked to Jean-Paul as the men watched Sam fuck the limp girl.
“I have transferred the funds, Bea. They should have gone automatically into your account.”
Beatrice quickly opened up the window to her Swiss bank account and checked. She smiled as she saw the deposit for $250,000.
“The money is there, bebe. Now, how do you want to collect her? And is there any training you want her to have here?”
“Let your men continue to use her so her holes will be as
stretched open as possible, especially her ass.
I will fly in by helicopter after I land in
“I don’t think there will be a problem with the men using her for you,” she laughed. “Do you want me to try two cocks in each hole to open them wider?”
“Absolutmon! Please film it all! I will be there next Wednesday. That gives you four days for make her into a sweet cock whore.”
“Speaking of filming, when you get her back to your castle with her, will you film the first time with Sarge? I would love to see it.”
“Bea, bebe, I will do you one better. I will set up a webcam to you can watch, too. I am so pleased with this one.” Jean-Paul was still watching the men with the girl, one of them forcing his cock down her throat and holding her head by the hair, forcing the girl stay down on it.
“Have you thought of a name for her yet?”
“Yes …I think Daisy. A nice name for a new pet, don’t you think.”
They were both laughing as they hung up their phones.
Beatrice walked over and put a chain collar around the girl’s neck and attached a leash to it.
“Sweetie,” she said to the girl choking from the cum that was still bubbling from her mouth. “You have a new name—you are now called “Daisy” and you not walk or talk again. You are only to crawl on all fours. If you attempt to stand up or talk you will be punished.” Beatrice tugged the leash. “Heel, bitch!”
Daisy started crying, but followed behind the woman, going out the door to the yard outside. She saw the woods and pondered getting up and running. She was a fast runner—she could escape.
Beatrice saw the confusion in her eyes. “Daisy, if you get up, I will arrange for my doctor friend to come here and he will cut your Achilles tendons and you will never walk again.”
Daisy nodded and lowered her eyes down to the ground.
Beatrice smiled. This girl was going to be easy. “Squat and pee for me.”
The tears dripping from her face, Daisy opened her legs wider and released on command.
To be continued?
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