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Quick note: this is one of my darker non-cons. If you need a happy overall ending, you might want to read my other story in progress instead (Anya and the Fighter).
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A pair of harsh, naked bulbs lit the basement of the secluded house - no ordinary house. The owner had converted it into a dungeon of sexual perversion and hell. Small, rectangular windows were barred, letting in the eldritch light of the moon. Outside, owls called as they tracked their prey. Inside the basement, on a ragged mattress on a cold, concrete floor, a beautiful girl lay face-up, naked, her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles tied to the two bedposts at the foot of the bed.
Natalie had just recently started college at the same university as her older sister, Amanda. She was Indian-American, her pretty brown eyes and long, dark tresses matched perfectly to the soft caramel tones of her skin. She had a cute nose that was just narrow enough to provide a gorgeous contrast to the rest of her face. Her face had a natural look of innocence. Perhaps that's what had attracted Master Gary to kidnap her in the first place.
The man stood, naked except for the dark mask hiding his face, hiding all but his smoldering stare. He looked at the rest of her. Admired her. His eyes lingered on her full, firm breasts with their light areolas and lush-looking nipples. The smooth skin of her belly led down to a fine-haired triangle of pubic muff at the apex of her thighs. That open, totally exposed pink pussy lay bare and helpless to his gaze.
"Please, don't do this," Natalie begged. She looked desperately into her captor's eyes. They were hard, flinty eyes. Beside the bed, tied to a chair, another woman growled.
"Don't you dare touch her, you sick monster! Let my daughter go!" Master Gary turned to the older woman. She had given birth young, and her big, voluptuous breasts shone enticingly underneath the mixture of moonlight and artificial light. Like her daughter, Gary had stripped her of all her clothing. He had bound her to a chair, her wrists tied soundly to the armrests, her ankles fixed firmly to the chair legs. Rhonda was maybe 37 or 38 years of age, and her body was still absolutely gorgeous. She was all curvaceous woman, her cunt enshrouded by a tantalizing mound of dark pubic curls. Her hair was much shorter than her daughter's, only going barely to her shoulders, unlike Natalie's, which streamed almost to the small of her back.
Master Gary loomed over the two captives, a stout, muscular 6'4. His cock stood out, long and hard. He leaned over Natalie, framing her cunt with his fingers. Now he turned to the mother.
"You see this, Mama? This is your daughter's pussy. Isn't it beautiful? You gave birth to this girl 18 years ago, and now look what she's become. A hot, sexy little thing." Master Gary spit on Natalie's pussy, rubbing the saliva along her clitoris. Natalie's eyes screwed shut as she groaned and begged for him to stop.
"You're a monster," Rhonda sobbed, her eyes glaring daggers at their captor. "You won't get away with this! You son of a bitch!"
"Won't I?" Master Gary moved off the bed and approached a rack along the far wall. Various 'tools' and 'toys' hung along the different pegs. He took a long riding crop off the wall. It had a tapered segment which flared at the very tip. He brought the crop down with a resounding smack between Rhonda's legs. The woman grunted, taking the blow to her pussy.
"Does it look like you are in a position to make threats, Mama?" He leaned down giving her an expectant look. Rhonda's eyes burned with fury, and she spit in his face. The saliva glistened on his mask as he stood up with a dark chuckle.
"You've got spirit, bitch, I'll give you that. I wonder if your young daughter is as feisty as you are though." He turned back to Natalie, whose eyes were transfixed on the vein-pulsing cock bobbing between his legs.
"Don't touch her!" Rhonda shouted. "Don't you dare touch her!"
But Master Gary ignored the mother's pleas. He spit onto Natalie's cunt again, rubbing his saliva along her labia, then gently rubbing her clit. He watched the girl squirm with the assault of unwelcomed sensations. At least, unwelcomed at first...
"Please..." Natalie whimpered. She shook her head side to side, her eyes closed. "Please stop."
Master Gary put the crop aside and allowed his free hand to rove over her young breasts. He loved the soft, doughy feel of them as he caressed and fondled each one. They were so responsive. Her nipples were already turning into little peaks as his fingers caressed and stroked her little joy nub. Suddenly he pinched one nipple, then the other.
"UGH!"
"You starting to enjoy my touch, little whore? It's OK. Tell your Mama how much you love having your Master pet your little pussy. Say it, girl."
"No! Let me go!" Natalie sputtered with a surprising flare of courage.
"Let you go?" Master Gary growled. "You ungrateful bitch. I offer you pleasure, and this is what I get? So be it. I've tried gentle. Now we'll try rough and hard and NASTY."
Saying this, Master Gary picked up the riding crop and slapped it hard between the girl's legs. Her body writhed as the loud smack echoed in the basement. Her cunt twitched as Gary slapped it again and again with the crop, showing no mercy. He went at her for maybe 10 minutes straight, until her cunt lips were a little red and swollen from the blows. This made them all the more sensitive for what Master Gary had planned next.
All the while, Rhonda had been shouting for him to stop hitting her daughter. She'd progressed to babbled pleas.
"Please, hit me. Do whatever you want to me! Just don't hit Natalie! Please, stop!" Rhonda cried.
Finally Master Gary let up. He looked down at the teenage girl, her breasts heaving as the girl's heart rate gradually slowed back to normal. He stalked over to the mother. His cock bobbed in front of her face.
"You want me to have mercy on your daughter?"
"Yes, please have mercy on her!" Rhonda said, her eyes pleading.
