Torturing Tayla

A few months later…

Tayla had lost track of how many days and weeks she’d been her ex-boyfriend’s fuck slave.   She thought of her family often.  She missed holding her children so much it hurt and missed being held by her husband even more.  She wondered, if she somehow escaped and found her way back to James and the kids, would she be rejected, mutilated as she was?  She’d cried herself to sleep countless times.  She was on a particular diet, Matt’s fecal matter and his piss.  Her hair had grown back; in fact it was longer than it had been when it’d been shaved.  Matt insisted on no hair, except her eyebrows and her head.  Tayla had seemed to acclimatize herself to her new life of sexual servitude.  The only time she had to herself, was when she’d be allowed to shower and shave her legs.  She did nothing without Matt’s say-so.  He knew it and used every opportunity to humiliate her.

Matt had started hosting dinner parties, which were enjoyed by all his guests but of course Tayla was the ‘guest of honour’.  One particular such gathering was rougher than most. 

            “Gentlemen, welcome to my humble home,” Matt said greeting his guests.

            “Matt, where’s that cute girlfriend of yours?” one of them asked as Matt led them to the dining hall. 

            “Girlfriend?” he asked. 

            “Yeah uhh, Amy, I think,” he said. 

            “She and I broke up a while back now,” Matt said, suppressing a grin.  All the guests had their places selected and their names in the places, much like a wedding. 

            “What about the other one?” another asked. 

            “Other?”

            “Yeah that redhead slut.  She gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had,”  a second man said as Matt indicated they should sit. 

            “Yeah, gave her an anal reaming you wouldn’t believe.  Piece of shit, shit on me,” yet another guest intoned, she’ll not do that again,” he said laughing.  He’d beaten her hard.  If Matt hadn’t intervined, stopped it, he probably would’ve ended up burying Tayla next to Amy. 

            “Oh, of course, you mean Tayla or ‘little cunt’, as I’ve taken to calling her.  well, see for yourself,” he said.  He picked up a small bell on the table and rang it.  The door to the kitchen opened.  Almost all the men shifted to hide the bulges, growing in their pants.  Tayla stood in the doorway.  She was wearing a slutty French maid uniform, which barely covered her bald and naked pussy.  Her ankles had leather cuffs but without a chain above the two inch stilettos.  Her wrists, likewise, were cuffed with leather cuffs, but a chain connected her wrists.  A dark blue ball-gag completed the ensemble.  Her blue eyes were directed to the floor.  Matt had considered having her serve them naked, but decided this was better. 

            “Bring the first course,” he snapped.  The gagged woman nodded submissively and went back into the kitchen.  She reappeared with a tray and four salad bowls.  It took four trips before everyone had a salad bowl.  After the last salad bowl was placed on the table, she stood again, at the kitchen door, wishing she wasn’t wearing the stilettos, as the pain in her legs and lower back was incredable.  She’d never worn more than half an inch heels.  As the men finished the salad, Tayla cleared the table and after the last bowl was cleared, she was directed to bring them their main meal.  Dinner was puncuated with conversation.  Most of it was degrading to his beautiful, ginger, slave-girl.  She washed the dishes by hand after dessert had been served.  His guests were enjoying the dinner party, but his slave-girl more.  After the meal and all the dishes washed, the usual orgy Matt and his fifteen guests used her brutally, passing her around the room.  The difference with the past, tonight, it seemed more about pain.  After the rape and torture, each of them spanked, whipped or cropped her, after which, she was returned to the barn. 

It was early the next morning.  Tayla was fed her normal breakfast, after which she was taken to the house.  She was instructed, to have a shower, brush her teeth, use her mouthwash.  She turned the shower a little hotter than usual.  She took a few minutes to run her hands through her red locks as the hot water cascaded down her sore back, soothing the tense muscles.  When she came out of the shower, a gym bag sat against the counter.  She knew Matt wanted her to put on whatever was in the bag.  She was disgusted when she saw what it was but had little choice.  She was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl.  Black loafers, white knee socks, kilt, white golf shirt, with a gold crest.  It was a silhouette of a woman on her knees, hands behind her giving a guy a blowjob. She wasn’t given underwear, or bra.  She exited the room and Matt whistled.  He gently blindfolded her using an unzipped bondage hood.  He shackled her wrists behind her, before grabbing her upper arm and walked her through the mansion to a room.  Tayla sensed it was a big room.  She was able to confirm it as it took four steps to get to the side of the bed. 

            “Lay down,” Matt instructed.  he unschackled her wrists.  He quickly had her tied spread eagle.  Her golf shirt was pushed up to her neck and her kilt was flipped over her hips.  As he leaned over her to shackle her right wrist, he whispered in her ear. 

            “I have a surprise for you Tayla.” Tayla noted the smile in his voice.  She also  couldn’t remember last time she had heard him call her by her name.  Matt, quite unexpectedly, captured her mouth with his.  After sucking face for a while, he broke the kiss and rolled off of her, giving a visual inspection of her shackles, before leaving the room.  The door opened again and she could tell that at least two people had entered the room.  There was a rumble of satisfaction in the man’s deep voice.  

            “I must say, Mr. McMahon, I am very impressed.”  Tayla recognized the voice. It was very familiar to her but she couldn’t place it.  The heavy boots crossing the floor, alerted Tayla that he was approaching her.  he climbed on the bed, his knees around her toned stomach.  His pole was between her breasts, which were now being pinched and slapped.  The man sitting on her stomach began to manipulate her breasts and he gave himself a titty-fuck.  As he neared an orgasm he grabbed the hood and pulled it off. 

            “I’m gonna’ cum all over that pretty face of your’s,” he said.  Tayla realized why he sounded familiar when she recognized who the voice belonged to, but she was so shocked; it didn’t seem real for a second.  It couldn’t be. 

            “Hurry up Frank.  I want to make her eat my cunt, then my shit,” the man’s wife said.  She walked over to look down at Tayla’s face.  “When we’re done with you here, we’re taking you back with us.  We have a small cage just for you.  You’ll spend the rest of your life there.  When we get tired of you, we’ll weigh the cage down with bricks and mortar blocks and into the lake you go.”  Tayla was crying by this point. 

            “Why are you doing this Uncle Frank?”

            THE END!