Tyranny of Pain

He had picked them up in a bar, plying them with free drinks, charm, and the implication that he had a lot of money. John Shallum had money, as much as he needed, but not as much as he had led them to believe. He hadn't needed to use any of those wiles, however, to convince them to go home with him. He only needed to wish them to do so. John Shallum was psychotropic. He had the ability, with merely a thought, to convince whatever subjects he focused on to do his bidding. Even if it meant their death.

He had killed plenty of people, but none that could be directly traced back to him. They had all died from tragic, stupid, unexplainable accidents, or the occasional suicide. He wasn't sure yet, how these girls were going to die.

He was planning on having some fun with them first. Not ordinary fun the way most people thought of it. Sadistic fun. John had had sex with plenty of beautiful women. He only needed to make the mental suggestion and women would bend to his will and satisfy his every desire. It didn't matter if they were single, or married, or had children of their own. If he saw a woman he wanted, he had her. Any angry fathers, or boyfriends, or husbands were placated with the barest thought that the daughter, girlfriend, or adulterous wife had only been serving the greater good and they should be proud of her for her service to humanity. They always were. It was so easy; it had become boring.

These four girls, roommates from a local college were going to be his next big thing. Before leaving the bar, he had convinced them to do a topless dance on the bar. Other girls joined in, and not all of them because of his suggestion. It was a raucous good time. It gave him an opportunity to evaluate their tits. They all had nice ones as far as he was concerned, and so he bade them join him at his home. Unsurprisingly they agreed.

John's home was across the tracks in the industrial district. It used to be the industrial district, at least. Now it was mostly abandoned factories and warehouses. The place he made his home used to be a typewriter factory. He got it for his asking price, as he did nearly everything, and converted part of it into a comfortable living space. The rest, he merely had cleared of debris and detritus and professionally cleaned. He also had the roof replaced. He thought that, eventually, he would finish the rest into apartments, but he was in no hurry. The neighborhood was changing as buildings were being converted to shops and condominiums, but slowly. The change had not yet impacted the area where he resided. This made it the perfect place to toy with his new pets.

Secluded in the back of the building with high windows that let in light but not prying eyes, the loading dock was a large open space perfect for a dungeon. John had several working pulley lifts he could use to stretch a girl's arms up over her head. He had made a pillory from some large beams he found among the contents of the building and also a St. Andrew's Cross.

In the center of the loading dock, with outstretched arms and spread legs tied between two posts, stood Rebecca, a blonde, more full-figured than the rest. She had the largest breasts of the four, and the widest hips, but still had a flat, if soft, stomach and a firm round ass. Her pussy was lovely, too, covered with a dense tuft of blonde fur that matched the color of her hair. He was glad that she hadn't elected to shave it clean like so many women did these days. He admired her as she stood, her spread legs emphasizing her slightly spread pussy lips that glistened with moisture, no doubt because she found being naked and exposed so shamefully to be erotic in spite of the fact that she was completely helpless. Her nipples were erect at the tips of her breasts also betraying her arousal, John thought. He gave her nipples a playful tug before turning his attention to the brown-haired girl to her left, standing on tiptoes with arms suspended over her head.

Jennifer was, perhaps, the least among them as far as sexual allure was concerned. She was thin, small breasted, with narrow hips, an unkempt mass of fur about her nether regions. Her ass was her greatest redeeming quality, John mused. It fit her lithe figure and was firm and pert. He wanted to spank it and assuredly he would.

To Rebecca's right was Zoey, also with arms suspended overhead. A dark-haired beauty, she had the prize tits among the four of them. They were fairly large, particularly considering her petite frame, very firm, standing straight out from her chest. The finest plastic surgeon could not have created a more perfect set of tits, but hers were natural. It was she who first piqued John's interest and gave him the idea for the topless dance. Zoey's tits were not her only charm. Her face was lovely with big brown eyes that sparkled of life and love. Her waist was flat and trim, flaring out into hips that housed one of the loveliest pussys he had ever seen. Her pubic hair had been neatly groomed into a triangle that pointed down to her puffy clamshell labia that formed a distinct camel toe in the tight pants she had been wearing. John loved sinking his stiff dick in a pussy like that.

The fourth girl, Karen, was a redhead. Honest to goodness. She had the pubic hair to prove it, though not a lot. She had trimmed it into a small thick patch that wouldn't show above her bikini. Her tits were smaller, but round and pert, adorned with pink areolas and hard pink pencil eraser nipples. John found them attractive even if they were on the smaller side. She had a figure similar to that of Jennifer, though a bit curvier. She had wider hips and a more pronounced waist that was really attractive from the rear when she was bent over, as she was now, her neck and wrists trapped between the bars of a pillory. It displayed her ass in its full glory. It was a really nice one, John thought, pale and full, but firm. He had plans for that ass.

John worked throughout the night indulging his every evil fantasy at the expense of the four trapped girls. He began by tickling Rebecca with a large feather. He ran it lightly over her body searching for the most effective spot. He found it on her side just below her armpit. He ran the feather lightly over the area repeatedly. Rebecca laughed even though that was the last thing she felt like doing. She couldn't help it. She laughed until she peed. Her bladder had been full from all of the drinks she had consumed and with the tickling, she lost control. Piss gushed out all over the floor.

"You naughty girl!" John shouted in mock anger. "You pissed all over! You will pay for that mistake," he said sternly. Then he smacked her left tit as hard as he could. Rebecca squealed in shock and pain. "No screaming, girls," John cautioned. He had no need of gags or other devices to silence them. A simple command was enough. He smacked her right tit with his other hand, leaving a red imprint. Rebecca drew in a breath but did not scream. John repeatedly smacked her tits until they fairly glowed red. Her nipples were engorged and hard. This gave him the idea to attach binder clips to them. Rebecca winced and whimpered as John placed a clip on each nipple but she did not scream. Satisfied, he turned his attention to Jennifer.

Jennifer had tears streaming down her face as he approached her. He stood in front of her, appraising her. She was kind of scrawny, he thought. He fondled her breasts, feeling her nipples swell to his touch. He like her tits, though. Even though they were small, he found them aesthetically pleasing. He glanced down at the forest of hair covering her pubic region. "How come you don't shave down here?" he asked dragging a hand through her fur. He let his middle finger slide into her slit and found it to be wet.

"I never thought about it," Jennifer answered. "It's not like I get a lot of action."

John looked her over. She probably would get more action if she'd just fix herself up a bit. A different hair style, perhaps, and dressing sexier instead of the baggy t-shirts and loose jeans she habitually wore. She needed to wear clothes that highlighted her perfect ass. That ass. He turned her around and knelt so that its beauty was at eye level. He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed, satisfied at its firmness. That ass was her salvation, he thought. He stood and operated the lift she was attached to and lowered her arms.

"You're going to get a spanking because you stupidly neglected your biggest asset. You have one of the nicest asses on the planet, but no one knows. That changes today. From now on, you're only allowed to wear clothes that display your gorgeous ass. If you wear shorts, they have to ride up to show your ass cheeks. If you wear pants, they have to be tight enough so that your ass cheeks are clearly defined. If you wear a skirt, your ass must be clearly visible when you bend over. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she said obediently. She felt a mixture of relief and pride, though she was still apprehensive about what was yet to come.

John sat on the nearby sofa and indicated that she should lie over his knees. This was going to be an old-fashioned, bare-assed spanking by hand. With Jennifer draped across his lap, he kneaded the cheeks of her ass roughly before spanking it. And when he did spank it, it was with open hand and full force, each strike leaving a handprint. Tears streamed down Jennifer's face as she gasped at each strike. But she didn't scream. He had told her not to.

By the time he had finished his spanking, Jennifer's buttocks were cherry red, but otherwise undamaged. He loved her ass and didn't want to damage it.

"Go to the bathroom and shave that pussy of yours. Leave a triangle like Zoey's, but make it look neat. Take a shower and make sure to clean your asshole thoroughly. I might want to run my tongue over it later, so it had better be clean. Then come back here and wait on the sofa."

"Yes sir," she said and left to do his bidding.

John turned his attention back to Rebecca. He pulled the binder clips off of her nipples and fastened them to her labia. Rebecca gasped in pain but made no other sound. He plunged his fingers into her cunt to find it very wet. He decided to let her stew a little longer and turned his attention to Zoey.

"Those tits of yours are about as perfect as they come," he told her. She said nothing and that made him angry. "I paid you a compliment, bitch!" he said and yanked on her pubic hair.

"Thank you, sir," she answered.

"That's better," he said and flicked her nipples with thumb and forefinger. Zoey winced but said nothing.

"Well, I'd hate to damage breasts as pretty as yours," he said, "but I've got to teach you a lesson." He grabbed a 20" leather flogger and swiped it across her breasts. Zoey sucked in a breath at the sudden pain. John struck again, aiming across her breasts in the opposite direction. He continued striking her breasts, leaving streaks of red where the falls struck against the tender flesh. Again, and again, John swung the flogger with enough force to cause painful stings with each strike. Tears streamed down Zoey's cheeks as she stoically endured the breast torture. When her tits were as red as Jennifer's ass had been, he stopped. Zoey breathed a sigh of relief but it was presumptuous. John wasn't done with her yet.

He lowered her lift and released her wrists, but directed her to lay on a nearby workbench, another remnant from the building. "Lift your knees and spread them," he ordered her. Zoey laid on her back, knees pulled up and spread, her hands holding her ankles. This left her pussy open to assault which is exactly what John had in mind. "If you close your legs, or try to block me in any way, your punishment will be far worse," he told her. Then he swung the flogger full force down on her pussy. A groan of pain escaped her lips. This only served to motivate John even further. Again, and again, he struck her cunt. Occasionally he would strike her inner thigh just for variety. After about forty strokes, he wasn't counting exactly, he stopped, satisfied. Zoey was whimpering and shaking.

"Get up and go lie on the couch," he ordered. Zoey did so, relieved to be out of the spotlight. Jennifer cradled her head in her lap and tried to comfort her.

This left Karen. John walked over to where her face was poking through the pillory. He watched her wince as he grabbed her nipples, twisting and pulling them roughly. "I'm gonna hafta spank your ass, love," he told her. "You understand, right?" Karen nodded, almost imperceptibly as her movement was limited. John picked up a paddle, shaped like a ping pong paddle, but larger, and whacked it hard across Karen's ass. Though the sound it made was impressive, the force of the blow was spread over a larger area, thus it was not as painful as if he'd have used the flogger. John didn't feel like Karen deserved that, however. For reasons he couldn't explain, he liked Karen. He would play with her, then let her go. He smacked her ass a few more times with the paddle and decided that was enough. Karen had a nice ass, he thought, and it deserved to be licked. And who better to lick it than Rebecca!

"Oh, Rebecca, darling, I have a job for you," he said as he removed the binder clips from her labia. "You like, Karen, don't you?" he asked. Rebecca nodded. "When I release you, I want you to go over to Karen and lick her ass. I want you to see how far up her ass you can get your tongue. Also, use your fingers on her pussy to make her cum as many times as you can until I tell you to stop. Any questions?" Rebecca shook her head. "Great!" John said as he released the straps that held her. He watched as Rebecca began her task enthusiastically. It may be humiliating, she thought, but at least it didn't hurt.

"Jennifer, come here," he ordered as he watched Rebecca's tongue reach deep into Karen's anus. Jennifer obeyed, patting Zoey's head as she got up. "Show me your pussy." Jennifer splayed her now clearly visible labia open with her hands revealing her vagina in all its glory. A thick triangle remained on her mons pubis, just as he had ordered. "Nicely done," he said. "I would like you to be my pet. Would you like that?" Jennifer nodded. She couldn't help herself. "Great!" he said with satisfaction, as though she had agreed of her own free will. "Come watch Rebecca tongue Karen's ass and let me play with yours." After Karen's third orgasm, John told Rebecca to stop.

"Rebecca, release Karen from the pillory, then go sit on the couch and let Karen eat your pussy." She did exactly as she was told. Karen had never done such a thing before, but considering the treatment of the other girls, she considered herself fortunate. If she had to eat a girl out, she thought, she could do worse than Rebecca, someone she had feelings for.

John sat on the couch and bade Jennifer to put her ass in his face so he could lick it. Of course, she obeyed. He enjoyed tonguing her anus, particularly because it was clean and fresh, as well as beautiful. Jennifer, for her part, didn't mind having her ass licked, but neither did she find it very erotic. When John began manipulating her clitoris, however, that changed everything. In only moments, she was shuddering in orgasmic pleasure. Now it was his turn,

"Fuck me, Jennifer," he said. Jennifer backed up an sat on his hard cock, riding it for all she was worth at the same time rubbing her own clit hoping for another orgasm. It didn't take John long to blow his load. After all, he'd been stimulating his sex drive all night long with all of his demented tortures. Jennifer felt him cum and rubbed her clit all the more vigorously, being on the edge of orgasm herself. Soon she was shuddering as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

With Jennifer resting comfortably on his lap, John looked over to see Karen, still slurping away at Rebecca's cunt. "You can stop if you want," he told her, "or you can keep going until she cums." Karen did want to keep going. Rebecca had cum once already but seemed very close to going again. Rebecca pressed Karen's face into her cunt, urging her to continue. After Rebecca had a second spectacular orgasm, Karen stopped.

John considered the evening a success. He had fun. He had a new pet. And he had vented some of his frustration and rage on Rebecca and Zoey. He decided he would let all the girls live. They all performed pretty well.

"Zoey come show me your pussy," he ordered. He had been hard on her, but she brought it on herself by being such a little bitch, he thought. Zoey spread her pussy in front of him. It was still red, but he was sure it would be fine in a few hours. Her tits had already returned to almost normal color and they were still spectacular. "You take care of those tits," he told her. "They are beautiful treasures and should be shared with the world. You be sure to wear clothing that shows them off and let anyone that wants to fondle and suck them. Do you understand?" Zoey nodded and thanked John for the compliment. John was satisfied that she had learned her lesson.

"Karen, you're a lovely girl. I like you. And your ass is wonderful. You need to dress like a slut just like Jennifer and Zoey are going to do. Everyone deserves to appreciate an ass like yours. Be sure to let anyone who wants to fondle and squeeze it. Understand?" Karen also nodded and thanked him for the compliment

"Rebecca, I know you think I did bad things to you, but I didn't do half of the things I had originally planned, so consider yourself fortunate. I know you enjoyed yourself. Didn't you?" Rebecca nodded. "Good! You have a great body. You must use it for your pleasure and for the pleasure of others. You love fucking, sucking, and eating ass. You will have sex with almost anyone who wants to but focus your attention on the nerdy ones—boys and girls who aren't popular and who will really appreciate having sex with you."

"Jennifer, I am giving you a choice, something I don't often do. You can stay, and be my pet, my sex toy, my hot little slut, or you can go back to your dorm with your friends and resume your life."

"I'll go back with them if you don't mind," she said. John was only a little surprised and mostly disappointed, but he did give her a choice. He wasn't going to renege on the deal. He could find another girl like her anytime. "As you wish," he said. "You will go back to your dorm with your roommates and resume your life as before. Only now, you will wear revealing clothing, making sure your tits and ass are displayed for everyone's enjoyment. And you will maintain the grooming of your pussy as it is now. Anyone who wants to have sex with you has to eat your ass deep or it's a no go. Make sure they know that. Understand?" Jennifer nodded.

John called them a cab and gave them each $100. He never saw any of them again.
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