The Hard Way

Book 3: Holding Back the Clock

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chapter 1

 

A warm mouth was wrapped around my dick as I came awake in my bed. I opened my eyes and saw Ekanta's head bobbing up and down on my member while her own crotch straddled Ginger's face.

This was the normal morning routine for us, one of my slave girls would do the honors of my wake-up blowjob while the other tried to to get her off before I nutted in her mouth. It was part of the ongoing series of contests I had put into place. If the cocksucker got me off before climaxing from her slave-sister's cunnilingus, she won. If I climaxed after her, or she spilled my jizz, she lost. The winner got a point toward the weekly and monthly totals.

Winning a weekly contest earned the girl a small boon such as being allowed to order something online for herself, while winning the monthly contest made her 'first girl' and gave her authority over the second girl for the following month. Ekanta hadn't lost either the weekly or the monthly so far, but Ginger's weekly totals were fast catching up with hers.

Ekanta began sucking harder, and I knew that meant Ginger had her close to orgasm, It was going to be a close race, not that I minded. The competition between my slaves was always good for my own pleasure. Ekanta was better at sucking cock that Ginger, but she had far more practice, both before and after I had abducted her. Her tongue massaged my rod as she worked to extract my cum before she lost control of her body. In the end her self-control lost out and I both felt and heard her moan as Ginger made her cum. The moan actually sent me over the edge and I spurted into her half open mouth.

Ekanta gulped my cream and lapped up what dribbled out of my deflating dick so as not to lose two points to her rival. When she was done, Ginger slid out from her position under her mistress and smiled.

"I win." Ginger declared. Her face had a sheen from Ekanta's vaginal juices, which the loser of the contest dutifully cleared off with her tongue.

When Ginger was cleaned up, I declared, "One point for Ginger. That puts you two in a tie with three days to go. Well done, girls. Now bring me my laptop and then prepare breakfast."

"Yes master." the women said in unison as they moved to obey.

Life was good these days. The police had stopped hunting for the body of Jessica Anders after a few weeks and her funeral had been held last month on the day after the courts had convicted Lloyd Rasmussen of her kidnapping and second degree murder. While many people were surprised that the verdict was handed down without a body, no one complained. Lloyd was a well-known drug dealer and general nuisance. Despite not approving of his only son, Lloyd's father had hired lawyers who had appealed the decision, if only to keep his heir out of prison. It looked like his case would be tied up in the courts for years to come, not that I cared much since Lloyd had served his purpose as my fall guy.

The former debutante, Jessica Anders, had adapted to her new life as my obedient slave girl and had undergone a fairly radical personality shift in the process. No longer was she the entitled rich bitch she had been when she had stumbled into my cabin and found my first slave, Ekanta. Now she was Ginger, devoted slave to me, slave-sister to Ekanta and her subordinate in my harem of two. Ekanta was a petite Indian girl with caramel colored skin and modest chest, I'd snatched her from the parking deck of the hospital where she had been working and brought her here to brainwash her the hard way. A little torture, a little subliminal suggestion, a lot of isolation, domination and humiliation had done the trick. It hadn't taken nearly as long I had expected to break her will and change her from Rani to Ekanta.

Ginger stood nearly a foot taller than Ekanta and had a nice rack and firm ass capturing and enslaving her had been planned. She stumbled on the cabin after getting lost on a hike and I had little choice but to keep her and frame a dirtbag for her disappearance and supposed murder. Once she had been forced to face the fact that she was a spoiled rich girl who had just lost all her privilege and power, she had crumpled fairly fast and become my second, and hopefully last, slavegirl. Ginger's red hair had grown back in the months that followed her initial capture and head shaving, and was now close to two inches long. It made her look more or less normal again, which prompted me to decide it was time for an outing with her.

I'd owned Ekanta for eight months now and Ginger for a bit shy of four, and while I had taken Ekanta into town a few times, Ginger couldn't join us since the risk of her being recognized was too great. I was toying with the idea of moving myself and my slaves now that I no longer required the seclusion it offered to break them to my will. That was the subject of my morning web searches. While I loved the cabin, I wanted more options now for entertainment and dining. Not that my slaves were unable to provide either, but they say that variety is the spice of life.

To that end, I was looking over housing options in larger cities that weren't too far away. I'd need to transport my dungeon equipment myself, so I needed a new location within a reasonable driving distance.

I was still looking over real estate listings when Ginger informed me that breakfast was ready. After a hearty meal I set my pets to their daily tasks while I searched for a new dwelling. By lunchtime I had narrowed down my search to a house that looked just about perfect. It was in a residential area of Charlottesville, Virginia. The structure was over twenty-five hundred square feet in total. The main floor was a little over twelve hundred square feet with a single large bedroom on the ground floor. Above the garage and master bedroom was a smaller open space on the second floor comprising a bit under six hundred square feet. Additionally, underneath the main section of the house was an open basement of eight hundred square feet. The basement would be perfect for a new dungeon, and the upper floor would be excellent for a home theater and gym equipment. Outside there was a large in-ground pool with a small pool house, a single tennis court, and a large cinder block work shed that was nearly as big as the pool house.

The property fit my needs well. It had space, privacy from neighboring properties and plenty of relaxation and workout potential, plus I could get to the downtown section of Charlottesville in about ten or fifteen minutes by car.

I made an appointment via email to view the location the next afternoon. If I liked it, I would make an offer on the place, although I wasn't going to pay the price the Realtor was asking. They seemed to think the place would sell for nearly twice as much as the tax assessment said it was worth. Normally the tax value was about three-quarters to four-fifths the asking price so they would have to come down if they wanted to sell. Either that or I'd need to be massively impressed by the place.

"Good news, girls." I told my slaves over lunch. "We're all going on a trip tomorrow."

Ekanta looked delighted while Ginger looked nervous.

"A trip master?" the redhead asked. "Wh-where?"

Ekanta chimed in, "Not into town, obviously. Master must have something special in mind."

"Correct." I confirmed. "We will be going to look at a house out of state that I am considering buying."

The Indian girl seemed a little disappointed, "Master wishes to leave this place?" She shot a look at Ginger, declaring. "This is your fault, chunni."

"Yes, and no." I said before Ginger could respond. "Ginger is part of it, but I want to get clear of my home state altogether now that you are both properly trained. Besides, a new house with more room will be good for us. So no fighting over this."

"Yes master." the pair replied in unison.

 

Later that evening I played a game with my toys, pulling out the one-bar prisons I had purchased and setting them up in the living room in front of the big-screen TV. I locked each girl on one and started up the video I had selected for this competition.

The one-bar prisons are pretty simple, yet ingenious. Each comprises a three-foot square base of steel with an extendable metal pole in the center that is inserted into the victim's vagina or asshole until it can go no further. You can use the pole as is or install a device on the top. I had attached a simple vibrator to each and had my slaves stand on the devices in five-inch high heels while I made the insertions. The heels were important because once the poles were fully extended, they prevented the victim from getting off the device without help. The heels made certain that the pole-sitter could not bend at the knee, so they couldn't jump or otherwise get off the device. Once the pole was locked in place, the girl was trapped with her own weight anchoring the unit upright. A simple padlock on the extender insured my slaves would be held immobile until released.

Once the pair were secure, I turned the vibrators on the lowest setting and queued up a porn movie I knew would get them hot.

"The game is simple." I said as the porno began. "The first one to cum, loses and will be punished." I omitted the actual form the disciplining would take, preferring to let them worry about it as they fought their own bodies to resist having an orgasm for as long as possible.

The movie in question was a parody of a famous series of films about kids who go to magic school, only these characters were the teachers at 'Whoretarts School of Sex and Sluttery'. It opened on scene with new 'students' that were pretty obviously girls in their twenties being greeted by the headmaster, named 'Dumb-bell Dick' and his right hand man 'Trouserous Snake' who were I charge of assigning the new girls to a house. They did this via making the girls strip down and ride a talking puppet-dildo called 'the sorting cock'. All the new students took a turn while the puppet commented on the girl riding it, saying things like 'a nympho at heart', 'excellent ass', 'a very tight hole', 'this one likes to be tied up', and 'those lips should do well sucking dick'. I had to admit that it was kind of funny, and we watched the first girl get assigned to House Huffensuck while the next few were designated members of Gutterwhore, Ropingdoll and Sluttywench respectively. The girls got school uniforms that consisted of nothing more than a shoulder cape with a tiny scarf that didn't even reach their tits, a thong and a set of high heels in the house color. About ten minutes passed before Ginger broke and she was declared the loser during a scene where the Gutterwhore girl and the Sluttywench student were using shibari spells to bind up the Ropingdoll and Huffensuck babes in class and then performing cunnilingus on them.

I released Ekanta from her prison and whispered her instructions as I groped Ginger's ample tits while she struggled to resist a second climax.

As Ekanta returned with the items I had sent her for, I unlocked Ginger and let her collapse to the floor. Then Ekanta and I set about using the gear to turn the loser into a puppygirl. Arm and leg binders went on her, converting her limbs into puppy-pawed dog legs. A ring gag mounted in a muzzle turned her face into a snout. A headpiece with a set of floppy ears went over her skull and a vibrating butt-plug with a rubber dog tail went into her ass.

When the last buckle was secure, I looked at Ginger and said, "Sit up!"

Ginger struggled to raise her front 'paws' as she balanced on her knee-pads.

"Good girl!" I said as I scratched behind her human ear.

Ekanta held up a tennis ball and cried, "Fetch!" as she tossed it across the main room.

Knowing what was expected of her, Ginger wobbled off on her paws to retrieve it. With no working jaws, she was forced to roll the ball back to her mistress with the nose of her muzzle mask.

Ekanta and I took turns tossing the ball around the main room, letting it go into the kitchen or down the hall to the bathroom a few times, then Ekanta whispered a question to me as Ginger panted at our feet.

"You won the contest." I replied to her query.

Grinning evilly, she tossed the ball again. Only this time it went into my office, a room neither slave was permitted and where the shock collars each wore would be triggered, getting stronger every second they remained inside the no-go zone.

Ginger looked up at me and gurgled "Mahhur?" through the mask.

"Fetch it puppy, or face the consequences." I told her.

We watched as the puppy-girl waddled over to the office and hesitated at the doorway as she searched for the ball. After a moment she entered and began whining immediately as her collar went off. A few seconds after her ass disappeared inside the room, the ball came rolling out and Ginger scrambled out after it, whimpering in pain as she did.

Sniffling and grunting, she nosed the ball back to us and waited to see what we would do next.

I scooped up the ball and set it on the coffee table, then I pulled a cushion off the large couch and tossed it to the floor near the cold fireplace. It was the end of July now and we didn't need to heat the house that way for now.

"There you go, puppy, you can rest now." I said.

Ginger realized she wasn't getting out of the bitch suit just yet and trundled over to the cushion where she flopped over on her side.

I pulled Ekanta down onto the couch beside me as the porno made its way to the midpoint of the story, such as it was, and we watched a few minutes of the dreadful acting. The scene was presented as two of the male wizards preparing for a duel where they would use their 'wands' to see who could make a pair of succubi cum first.

Ekanta purred and moved her hands to unzip my pants as the men started their test of skill. Pulling out my semi-stiff cock she murmured, "Aha, it seems you have a seven-inch ivory rod with a baby batter core, a most impressive wand for such a young wizard..."

"I think it's time for your secretarial duties." I told my slave.

"Far past time, sir, you should punish me for being late." She said as she began fellating me.

Deciding to take her advice, I slapped her naked ass-cheek with my right hand while my left rested on the back of her head as she worked her way up and down my cock, using that marvelous tongue of hers. She grunted as my hand struck, then purred around my cock as she waited for another smack. I obliged her as she continued mouth milking me until I came down her throat on the twentieth stroke.

After slurping up the last of my high fructose porn syrup, Ekanta curled up on her knees beside me and said, "Thank you master, your attention is a blessing that your slave relishes."

She talked like that a lot these days. I wasn't certain if it resulted from the subliminals in the mantra she and Ginger listened too regularly or just a result of her need to prove to me she was a better slave than the redhead.

We finished watching the movie together and when it was over I had Ekanta convert Ginger back into a human and put the two of them to work making supper.

After we had eaten and they had finished the cleaning up afterward, I took my slaves to bed with me and had them as a 'double decker' with Ginger on all fours, with Ekanta laying face up on her sister slave's back. The position gave me a pair of pussies and asses to enjoy. I started by fucking Ginger's box then switched out to pound Ekanta's slit for a while before going back to Ginger. I went back and forth for a while, getting one girl hot before pulling out and leaving her high and dry while I worked on her fellow harem slave.

Eventually I came inside Ekanta and had Ginger clean both of us up, allowing Ginger to eat Ekanta out while I finger banged her to her long delayed climax.

When the fuckfest was over, I fell asleep, content and wedged between my slaves.