The first thing the man had noted was that the school uniforms had gone, and all three of the girls had opted for a more mature and sophisticated look. They had bowled into the small cellar room chatting gaily, clearly under the effects of alcohol, a wave of sensual perfume preceding them. It had deepened his dread.

Marie and the quiet girl called Angela had immediately sat down, but the blonde, sly looking Lisa had insinuated herself next to the bodyguard, standing closer than was socially necessary to talk to him. Bill could tell just by his mannerisms that the big ape wanted to fuck her. It was obvious that the girl knew it too, and she flirted wildly.

The first words of any significance were spoken by Marie to Johnny, and the casual, almost insignificant way she delivered them belied their callousness. She smiled sweetly, but kept her eyes on the prisoner as she said them.

"Hey Johnny, would you mind snipping another couple of fingers off him? I promised Lisa and Angela that they could watch."

Bill stared shocked at his cruel captress. Surely he had suffered enough already? She couldn't possibly want to see him experience any further agonies, could she? His eyes scanned the room, registered the sadistically smouldering stares from each girl, each full of relish and anticipation. He began to plead as the big man came towards him with the pliers, began to blubber as they were wrapped around the little finger of his good hand, began to jerk and scream as the blades were squeezed shut.

And through his pain, his tortured mind relished the eager grins of Marie and Lisa, the slightly uncomfortable but nevertheless intensely curious stare of Angela. His bones crunched between metal, the blades getting closer to each other until with a sickening wrench, the finger was finally severed. As the pain receded, Bill thanked God it was over.

"Cool. Do you think, uhhh……" Lisa had stepped forward for a better view, studying the tortured man as if he was no more than an ant. She hesitated, licked her glossy lips. "Do you think it would be possible for me to do the next one myself?"

"Sure! Be my guest. You can have a go too, if you want, Angela."

The blonde had eagerly snatched the offered pliers from Johnny, moved to stand next to the prisoner. The scent of her perfume now filled his nostrils, but he trembled and pleaded even harder. Ignoring his pleas, Lisa had stooped to fit the next finger in line between the blades. With a quick grin to her friends, she had looked deep into his eyes as she started to squeeze.

In his tortured state, Bill wasn't too sure when they had sent Johnny away. He also didn't hear what the blonde haired girl had whispered to the bodyguard to make him leave, but it had made them both smile, and he had simply nodded to Marie and left. The girls had asked him to carry out one task before he went - he had unstrapped Bill's fingerless hands from the chair and cuffed both behind him, also strapping his elbows painfully tight for double measure.

As soon as the door had closed, Lisa had taken command of the situation. She was wearing a tight black skirt and a peach coloured silk blouse, her long slender legs sheathed in flesh coloured nylons and black stiletto pumps. She lithely insinuated herself into the middle of the room and grinned to her colleagues.

"This is it, girls….. It's showtime!" Bill trembled at the cheery reply. She turned to face him, slowly began to pull her blouse form the waistband of the skirt, watched him closely as she unbuttoned it and allowed it to slip to the floor. It was clear that she was enjoying his discomfort, the way he sat in the chair unable to take his eyes from her body.

Her small springy breasts were held in a white satin three-quarter cup bra, the tanned flesh spilling over the lacy material. She reached behind her back, her eyes still fixed on the prisoner, and unclipped the catch. For a moment, she held the cups to her breast with both hands, hips swaying slowly to an unheard beat, then she allowed the garment to fall at her feet.

"Pick it up, shithead!"

"What…..?" Bill stared at her breasts as if hypnotised, the pert fleshy globes appearing to need no support, their position as high as when the bra had still been in place. The nipples were already erect, turgid buds of darker flesh. He coloured when he heard a snicker from one of the other two.

"You heard me…. Get down and crawl."

Painfully and hesitantly, Bill got down. Using his knees and his shoulders, he made his way over to where she stood and picked up the white satin in his teeth. As he knelt there, Lisa stuck one shoe under his nose, arched it back on the heel and waved it from side to side.

"Kiss it."

Bill allowed the garment to fall from his mouth. "Look, I don't….." He grunted as the shoe was launched painfully into his ribs. "Do as I say, shithead. Or would you prefer it if we started cutting more chunks off you?" A giggle from Marie at the words.

Lisa, with satisfaction, saw the man was trembling as he bowed low to kiss the leather of her left shoe.

"Good doggie. Now that wasn't too difficult, was it?"

"Look, please…."

"Shut up, you fuck, and get up onto your knees!"

With some twisting and grunting, Bill managed to painfully raise his shackled body into a kneeling position. As he did so, Lisa turned to present a profile view of her ass to him.

"OK, boy, let's see if you can unzip my skirt using just your teeth. Go on, now…"

Without a word, he bent forward, used his tongue to search out the little catch. He clamped it between his teeth and pulled.

Now that she was facing away from him, Lisa allowed her stern features to break into a grin for her friends, rolled her eyes heavenwards. "Shee-it, boy! You've done this before haven't you?" Her fingers deftly unclipped the catch at her waistband. "OK, now I want you to pull my skirt down, slowly. And when you've done that……. Take off my panties too."

"Your panties?" The prisoner gulped, his voice strained and throaty.

"Just fuckin' do it, asshole!"

Bill did as he was told. He clamped his teeth into the waistband of her skirt and began to tug. Lisa's buttocks rose sharply from the small of her back, and he struggled to pull the tight material over them. As the milky flesh was revealed, Lisa knew he would be able to see her white satin panties, a mere thong of material that bisected the deep cleft of her buttocks and merged into a tiny triangle that stretched tightly across her apple shaped ass.

The skirt finally fell to the floor around her pumps to reveal the wide clinging welts and flesh coloured lace of Lisa's hold-ups. The generous heels of her shoes firmed all the muscles of her legs and buttocks, and added three inches to her height. As she stepped out of the skirt, the nylon stockings rasped against each other with a sensuous swish. With his erection now throbbing, Bill hesitated. Lisa looked down at him, smiled at the way he stared at the spectacle three inches from his face. Then she slapped him hard with the flat of her hand.

"Come on," She urged impatiently, wriggling her ass from side to side. His mouth rose to her hips, the lips and tongue grabbing the thin white strap and pulled it down. The gusset of her panties was so deeply buried into her snatch that he had to give an extra tug to clear it. Bill pulled them all the way down her long legs, and watched as she stepped out of them. He heard a faint click as her parting thighs caused her labia to separate, and then she turned to face him, flaunting her body deliberately. Bill stared at thick, curly dark blonde hair, which was mere inches away. It had been recently trimmed and shaved so that while the mons was covered by a neat triangle, the labia were completely smooth and hairless, from the little hooded clitoris right the way to her anus. The smell of her arousal wafted through his nose.

"Stand up!" Her words brought him out of his revery, and he stood. A large bulge now distended the front of his pants.

Lisa turned to her friends. "OK, Angela, it's time for you to play too." Lisa tapped the bulge at the prisoner's crotch. "You get to take his cock out for us."

Angela blushed the colour of beetroot. "Oh, no! I…. I just couldn't, Lisa…. I mean, I've never…." Despite her reluctance, Angela had dressed to give the impression of tartiness. Her skirt revealed most of her thighs, a black bra showing though her white blouse. She wore red patent leather heels and her make-up was not subtle; dark red lipstick and heavy blue eyeshadow that highlighted her large blue eyes.

"Never what? I thought we went through all this upstairs?" Lisa sniffed. "Fair enough, girl, but if you're gonna chicken out and don't play, you can leave right this minute. She knew that Angela wouldn't leave, could see it in her eyes how turned on she was getting.

"Your last chance…….."

Angela's eyes were looking at Lisa's naked body, at the bulge in the cowed prisoner's pants. She was fantasising about what it looked like, what she could do with it, imagining it sinking into the depths of her sex. Without another thought, she got to her feet and walked on over, her hands reaching to fumble with the zipper on the front of the prisoner's pants. She pulled it down and gasped as a large, circumsized cock pushed its way out between the metal teeth. It was smooth, the shaft thick and long.

"Oh my….. Is that…..ummmm…. Is that normal?"

Lisa looked at the prisoner's cock. She tilted her head to one side. "Hmmm, not bad, not bad at all." Casually, as if she were picking up a school book, she reached down and took Bill's cock in her hand. She lifted it, then let it drop, watching closely as it bounced springily.

Angela was getting into it now. She undid the single button at the top of the man's pants and pulled both trousers and underwear down to his knees, giggling. "What about his ass? We need to check out his buns, too." "Yeah. Hey boy, bend over that desk there." Bill did as he was told, not wishing to experience the cruel blonde's wrath again. As he did so, Angela pulled the tails of his shirt up and back to reveal small firm buttocks. "Now, will you look at that? No padding hardly," Lisa giggled. "You'd better be well behaved for us boy, or you're really gonna feel them whips." She smacked her hand down hard on the prisoner's left buttock by way of demonstration. The sound of flesh on flesh reverberated across the room. Suddenly, Marie got to her feet. Although getting a great deal of pleasure from the games so far played, she had been content to watch and remain physically uninvolved. But she was now beginning to feel the pulse of sexual desire, and did not feel like ignoring it.

"Let's tie this fucker to the table."

"I thought you said you just wanted to watch?" Lisa grinned, then turned to the prisoner. "OK, shithead, you heard her. Get up on that fucking table." "I'll try my best, but….. YEEAAARGGHH!" The scream was as a result of Lisa grabbing his fingerless hands and squeezing the stumps painfully.

"Don't make me repeat myself asshole."

As the prisoner scrambled up onto the table, reluctant to have the procedure repeated, Marie went to the cupboard and fetched a blindfold. She fitted it over ht ebridge of his nose, then strapped it around his head. The padding pressed hard against his eyelids, cutting out any light. In this way, the girls had reduced their prisoner to his constituent parts; A mouth, a large cock and body that could absorb a lot more pain if this was required. They were not interested in anything else. As far as they were concerned, that was all a slave had to offer.

Lisa, by popular consent, was voted to go first. She eagerly climbed up onto the table and straddled the slave's chest facing his feet. Raising herself on her haunches, she walked back on her knees until her cunt was poised above his mouth.

"You'd better make a good job of it, shithead," She hissed between her teeth. "Or your cock is the next thing we cut off." She felt her clitoris throb wildly as she lowered herself down onto the waiting mouth. She groaned immediately she felt the tongue invading her, probing her labia. It worked right up between them and then jammed itself against the little bud of flesh.

"Ah, yeeeesssss! I think he's beginning to understand what he has to do if he wants to stay alive…." She said as her body shuddered and undulated over her captive's face. His tongue was hot and hard, and it wriggled from side to side, dragging her clitoris with it. She moaned once more as the waves of pleasure coursed through her.

After a minute or so more of grinding her cunt down onto his face, she grinned and winked at Angela and Marie. Immediately, Angela took a firm hold of the man's legs and then Marie whipped the prisoner's cock hard with a vicious looking tawse. He jerked and screamed loudly. With the scream, a gust of hot air burst from his lungs and wafted over Lisa's pussy, just as she'd intended. As his tongue faltered, she rapped her knuckles on the crown of his head.

"Don't fucking stop! Keep licking it!"

The prisoner resumed his licking until once again, Lisa's body was undulating over his face, forcing him to adopt the same rhythm with his tongue on her clit. Already she could feel the precursors for an orgasm gathering in her body; The familiar quickening of her pulse, the sharpening of her senses, especially in the velvety glove of her vagina where her juices flowed copiously as it contracted with the motion of the slave's tongue.

Thwack! Marie whipped his penis much harder this time. Lisa saw it jerk up and flinch painfully as another hot exclamation played over her sex when he screamed. She squirmed down on his tongue for one last millimetre, spreading her stocking-clad thighs even wider, using her full weight as leverage. Lisa cupped her breasts in both hands, her fingers buried in the pliant flesh, then felt her eyes roll up as a huge wave of pleasure overtook her.

At exactly that moment, Marie struck another blow. The resultant scream did not take Lisa over the brink, because she was already in full orgasm, but it extended and intensified it. She rocked back and forward, supporting herself on arms stretched out behind her, her body at 45 degrees to the table in a straight line from chin to knees, a half suffocated face trapped somewhere in between. It was some minutes before she was calm enough to climb off, dismounting as if he was a horse.

"Whew! Jesus, that was great! Who's next?"

"Me!" Angela had a look that implied she would have wrestled anyone who challenged that her turn was next. She eagerly climbed up and positioned herself astraddle the face of the prisoner before settling lower.

Lisa watched the fun as she began to get dressed. She smoothed her skirt down over her hips and took a seat. It was thinking about the impending blowjob that she had promised Johnny that triggered her mind. She checked to make sure that nobody was just about to have another orgasm before calling out to her friends.

"Hey, are we still gonna cut his cock off and feed it to him when he's finished?"

That's it. Right, who's next?