Originally published in HOGTIE vol 5, no 11

She wasn't going to be going anywhere, so I ate a bowl of corn flakes. Let me tell you, corn flakes never taste quite so good as when you eat them from a bowl set between the legs of a naked girl you've tied spread-eagle on the table. Every once in a while, I'd tap the naked Marney, the girl's name—on her pussy with the cold spoon, getting a few droplets of milk in her dark silky pubic hair. When the cold metal touched her clit, she'd squirm and moan behind the gag, but she could squirm all she wanted and not even rock the heavy oak table she was tied to, much less break the terylene rope I'd tied her with. And as for slipping out of the blindfold or the ball gag—not likely to happen no matter how hard she struggled. When I'd finished my bowl of cereal it was time to go to work on Marney. First the nipple clamps, then the ice-mold dildos—one in the cunt and one in the asshole—then the two candles lit and set in their racks so the hot wax dripped onto her tits. She'd been a bad girl and I wasn't in the mood for messing around. It was time for strict punishment, for a good long while. Besides, I had business to take care of in the other room.

Renee's red hair obscured her face and reached all the way down to the floor. She was moaning and rocking her hips, trying to keep her weight off the thick-lined chain that ran between her legs and up to the beam-mounted pulley.

"If you keep your ass up it won't hurt as much," I offered.

"Please let me go," she whimpered. "I'll do anything you say."

I laughed. "You're already doing whatever I say."

Renee's hands were cuffed and locked to a ring in the floor, as were her ankles. The chain around her waist and between her legs pulled her up into a nice triangle, her ass in the air. Her tits—heavy and quite large for a girl of her small stature—hung towards the floor, their tips red and swollen around the nipple vises.

"Now kiss the whip." I held the flat leather of the riding crop in front of her mouth.

"Please let me go."

"Kiss the whip."

"Please…"

I brought the crop down on her ass, hard enough to leave a welt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She kissed the leather again and again, until I pulled it away from her.

"Now keep your mouth shut or I'll tighten the winch and you hang."

"Please… "

"Quiet."

She bit her lip and lowered her head towards the floor. I almost felt sorry for her, but then remembered that all three of my guests had willingly agreed to this week. It's a simple process we use, actually. A friend at a bookstore keeps track of any young attractive women who purchase ‘The Story of 0’ and any of the Sleeping Beauty books, as well as those who regularly buy the Gor series. Usually they can be tricked into providing an address. After that I take over. By anonymously sending enough writings and pictures, I whet their appetites. Waiting the right amount of time before offering them the chance to attend a "fantasy week" is very important. But it works so well. Marney, Renee and Kelly had all been "recruited" in this manner. And while I was intentionally treating them very harshly—as I did all the young women I brought up to this house in the mountains above Sausalito—I guessed that, like their predecessors, they would be back in the not so distant future. Different girls need to be broken in different ways, and Renee was the type that could be broken by the awful knowledge that I would leave her in her uncomfortable, humiliating position for as long as it took. So, I left her straining and sweating, and went on to the next visitor.

Kelly was the prize of the bunch, most particularly because she was a tease. I was going to enjoy her immensely. I'd been keeping her, bound hand and foot with her wrists cuffed under her thighs, in a heavy canvas sack hanging on the wall, and she still had a lot of fight left in her when I lowered it to the ground and pulled her out. Her gag was simple but effective, held in place with a leather strap. I let her squirm on the cold tile floor for a moment and stood back to look at her.

Her short black hair was mussed and tangled, but still looked good. Her nipples were small and hard on firm breasts, and her ass clenched and unclenched against the cold floor. The leather strap that ran from her bound ankles, between her legs and to her collar was taut as she tried to crane her head around to get a look at the room. The thin wisps of pubic hair just at the very top of the cleft of her pussy lips indicated that she was someone who took every step of her grooming seriously.

Just looking at Kelly made me want to fuck her. She'd be perfect for trying out my latest toy.

I'd been walking through a boating supply store when I saw it, a heavy net made of soft but unbreakable white terylene. The net was about six by six, a little big, but so lightweight that it was easily manageable. I could think of a multitude of uses for it.

Kelly was trying to curse me through the saliva-wet satin of her panties. Luckily for her I couldn't understand what she was saying. It took a few moments (she fought a lot), but I soon had her unbound and suspended in the net, her buttocks at the lowest point, her skin striped by the mesh. I'd rigged a draw string at the top and attached the net to a winch, so a simple flick of a switch and Kelly was drawn up into the air, dangling and helpless, her own weight trapping her. I reached out and, with a little effort, worked her breast free so that it protruded from the net. The nipple was hard and deep red, and Kelly moaned when I firmly twirled it between my thumb and forefinger.

"Are you wet yet?" I asked, still twisting the nipple.

"Fuck off," she hissed, but then gasped when I pinched. I didn't really need to ask if she was wet, I could smell her snatch.

"I think you should go for a ride," I said, releasing the nipple and walking across the room. In a closet I kept a whipping horse with a few special attachments—one of which was a large leather dildo that could be screwed in place on the top bar. With this in place I pulled the horse to a position beneath Kelly. She winced, she moaned, she struggled, but she could not stop the inexorable force of gravity as I slowly lowered her onto the dildo. Then, realizing, I guess, that she was powerless to move away from the leather rod, she began to thrash in net's coils, attempting to set herself swaying. A simple grasp on the mesh prevented that, and soon she was resting with the tip of the dildo on her asshole. I'd lowered the winch until her weight was just barely on the leather, and from squirming she suddenly became very still, clenching her buttocks and beginning to turn red. A tiny movement of the switch brought a groan to her lips. But I was not ready to impale her yet, and raised her up another few inches.

Regardless of Kelly's fears for the virginity of her ass, she was excited and wet, and I slipped two fingers into her cunt, eliciting a gasp of lust and anger. It only took a moment to use these fingers to lubricate the dildo, and then she was back in place, the flanged head about an inch deep inside her as she fought wildly to exclude it. I lowered the net another two inches and stood back to watch as, for a few seconds, Kelly managed to keep her asshole shut. But then the inexorable weight was too much and she began to slide onto the slippery leather pole, moaning and gasping as I lowered her until the hilt of the dildo was firmly in place against her ass.

I stood back and admired the wonderful picture. Kelly naked and bound in the net, her hands and feet forced together at the top of the bundle while her ass protruded below, her body red with shame and shiny with sweat, her eyes wild as she struggled against the nine inches of black leather that now held her immobile on the top of the whipping horse. It was such a beautiful, wish-fulfilling sight that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

But there was more to be done. Marney had been left alone spread-eagle on the table for a long while now and I could imagine that, with all her thrashing and sweating, the ice dildos I'd inserted in her ass and cunt were now melted. And the candles would, by now, have completely burned down and left her tits coated with cooled red wax. The candle over her left tit was still flickering when I came into the room, but the ice had melted, though from the looks of her swollen nipples, Marney would have appreciated some of the coldness to remain. I snuffed the candle, washed the wax off her breasts with a warm, oil-coated cloth, and unscrewed the nipple vises. Truth be told, I'd probably left them in place too long—the nipples were actually hot to the touch though the majority of the wax had missed them.

The yoke I'd built is heavy, clumsy and really quite ugly, but it gets the job—humiliating a slave—done effectively. I took Marney off the table (after sucking her clit for just a moment) and locked her into it. The yoke keeps the slave on all fours with her legs and arms spread, her ass in the air and her chin up. It forces a kind of awkward crab walk that looks like it's a lot of work—at least the girls always end up well sweated after only a few circles around the room. Me, I just sit back and enjoy things, a long dressage whip in one hand, the leash in another. Marney jumped beautifully when I cracked the whip across her raised buttocks. I say jumped, but it was more a spasming in the metal bonds, as she had nowhere to go. Oh, I forgot to mention the one special feature of the yoke, the polished chrome rod that keeps the slave's ass in the air by pressing against her cunt. I'm sure it provides some nice friction, though the awkward position of limbs prevents the slave from really enjoying it as much as they might in other circumstances.

When Marney was shiny with sweat, her hair stuck to her reddening forehead and her buttocks striped with whip lines, I let her rest for a moment. I let her stay panting in the center of the room while I sipped my martini and tried to make the difficult choice of whom I would fuck first. I was a tough call, and after careful consideration, I decided that I could not make a fair and equitable judgment without having all three women side by side.

So, I removed Marney from the yoke and hogtied her with her wrists and ankles attached to a short but strong pole behind her back. Soon Renee and Kelly joined her. All three slaves were very beautiful (we weed out the unacceptable girls by the simple expedient of never contacting them) and it was still too difficult a call as to who was getting done first. There had to be some kind of contest, perhaps the slave that orgasmed the easiest should be the first to go. I had an idea how to test this theory, but it would take a few moments to get the necessary equipment together—I'd never tried this with more than two women before. So, before going to the basement work room, I attached ropes to the poles behind the girls' back and pulled them just a bit off the floor—no use in leaving them comfortable.

It took only a few minutes to put together the little toy I needed, a three-way dildo with shock-cord harnesses. Then I had to wheel the appropriate racks into position in the other room. Kelly struggles as I re-cuffed her arms and legs and then hung her on the rack, her wrists and ankles cuffed to each other and then to a long pole, suspending her in a wide split, her cunt spread open. Renee and Marney fought less, possible inspired by the whipping I'd given Kelly's tits with the riding crop. When I had all three girls suspended and spread, I wheeled the racks close together and produced the dildo.

Needless to say, it was greeted with gasps of apprehension and anger, which soon turned to moans when I inserted it and buckled on the straps. Now all three lovelies were attached to each other with a dildo firmly in place in each of their cunts. The shock-cord harness allowed them a little freedom of movement while assuring that they could not actually pull away from the hard-plastic cock inside them.

Kelly was gritting her teeth and trying to hold perfectly still, while Renee's hips were twitching and Marney simply moaned. Now it was time to begin. I took the dressage whip in one hand, the cat-o'-nine-tails in the other, and began to thrash the slaves, hard. I wanted there to be no shortage of squirming and thrashing, and I was not disappointed. They screamed and moaned and desperately tried to pull their sensitive inner thighs away from the sting of the leather. But to no avail. Soon I'd striped the milky white flesh with red weals and all three girls were hysterically, uncontrollably flailing and spasming. I don't think they even noticed when I stopped whipping and stood back to watch.

Kelly was pumping her hips wildly, seemingly trying to suck the dildo as deep inside her as possible, while Renee rotated her ass in a small circle and Marney merely clenched and released the muscles in her ass and thighs. It was a beautiful sight and I was almost disappointed when Kelly suddenly threw back her head and moaned, her eyes rolling up just a bit and her chest heaving. Marney followed soon after, with Renee coming only a second after her. It had been a great race.

But while it was now decided that Kelly would be the first to take my dick up her cunt and ass, I had to find something to do with Renee and Marney to punish them for being so slow to come. While I left the other two girls hanging in place, still gently working their hips against the unyielding dildo, I took Renee down and forced her to crawl to a plank I'd set between two chairs. When I had her lying on her back, I quickly rolled the net around her, swaddling her in its coils. Soon only her feet and head could move even a little, her body held immobile by the layers of net. When she was quite helpless like this, I began tickling her feet with a whisk broom. She went wild, screaming and begging and thrashing against the net. All to no avail, as she could barely even move her feet from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the broom. Only when she had pissed herself and seemed about ready to lapse into unconsciousness did I stop tickling. I'd come back to Renee.

Marney was next. I'd seen how she'd been frightened by the whipping horse, so I wasted no time in attaching her to this, her legs and arms spread, her ass in the air. It's difficult to keep ass cheeks spread without actually holding them, but with the use of so thin a cord, I managed to do it. Then I whipped Marney's asshole with a thin bamboo cane. I didn't even attempt to punish any other part of her body, only the little pink asshole cringing in between those spread cheeks. After less than ten strokes she was sobbing, moaning, promising eternal servitude if I would only stop. But I gave her a full twenty-five strokes of the thin wood before relenting and holding ice on her asshole until it seemed cool enough to give her another ten strokes. Marney, like Renee, came close to passing out.

Now it was Kelly's turn (and mine also, I was hard as a rock by now). She'd seen the punishment given her fellow slaves and was ready to fight, but the leash and cuffs effectively controlled her as I led her to the wide table where she was strapped on her belly, her legs well spread. When I clipped the electrodes to her clit and nipples she began to whimper, and she screamed when I turned on the current. But I was rather kind with Kelly, and only barely shocked her before I could not wait any more, and after greasing her asshole with her own vaginal juices, I slipped inside and began to fully enjoy the first of the three slaves. What a pity there were only six more days left in their week with me.