TRISH COOKED IN THE HUMAN OVEN
Jay's soldiers along with Franks took Trish out of the trunk of the limousine and threw her around as they gangbang her off before taking her to the dark, airtight room in the attic which had no windows or vents except for one small fan in a wall.
Twenty-four hours later, the stainless steel door opened and an intense muscle guy walked in and yanked the bitch's head back as he slapped her hard across her bare chest while he spoke.
"Welcome to hell, Stoneheart's bitch." Jay said to Trish while slapping her chest extremely hard.
Sweat was dripping from her beautiful masochistic body as the voice continued.
"Trish, I bought you from Tammy for a dollar, she was telling me how bored she was with you and just wanted you gone, bitch. You are now my damn bitch. I have your breakfast, do you want it now or later, my new whore?" Jay said to her while kicking and punching away at her masochistic body.
"Master, hurt me first, please. I want to feel your wrath first and earn my breakfast of white powdered." Trish said to Master Jay as he used her as a punching bag.
"Bitch, I was not talking about cocaine but my piss and shit which will be your only food source until you die, slave." Master Jay said as he continued to punch her extremely hard in the chest.
Trish knew that Jay enjoyed humiliating his cocaine whores privately and publicly and she was one of them now.
TRISH'S FLASHBACK
Back home in Nevada, people would always come up to Tammy and offer to buy her. Trish would bark and fully act like a dog as Tammy would tell the strangers that they could rent her dog for a hundred dollars per hour. Strangers could do anything that they wanted to Trish from gangbanging to strangling and even killing her for their sadomasochistic pleasures; Tammy did not care what they did to her mutt as long as they had fun with her.
THE HUMAN OVEN
Now being Jay's masochist dog was going to be a pleasure for her. Jay kissed Trish's lips before leaving her and locking the door. Trish was hanging from the ceiling in the middle of her airtight cell by old shackles that were tightly around her wrists on an eye hook. Fully naked with sweat rolling off her body onto the metal floor. The walls of the room were hundred percent steel. The room was indeed an oven that could cook anything from food to humans. There was a small fan that would come on every twelve hours to cool her off and allow some fresh air into the oven for thirty minutes before shutting off again. Trish knew that Jay was a satanism bastard of pure Hell, and he shows no mercy to anyone but his two wives.
TORTURING TRISH'S BODY FOR SADOMASOCHISTIC PLEASURES
After being in her cell to cook for seventy-two hours straight, Trish finally woke up in a cold, air-fresh room as she felt a hand in her cunt slowly moving while another one was petting her. As her eyes adjust to the bright light, Trish saw Jay's slave wife Jezebel, between her legs while Jay's sadomasochistic wife Shannon was petting her. Trish was now Jay's dog of cocaine Hell. Trish's body was free for all of those that lived in the house or even worked for her new Master to use her for their sadomasochistic pleasures.
"Good morning, dog. Jay told me to enjoy myself as you feed me mine breakfast of sin, slave." Jezebel said to Trish as she continued to fully wake up.
Trish spread her very weak legs apart as she grabbed the main headboard post that her wrists were tied to. Since Trish was not allowed to speak unless Master Jay allowed it. Trish would prepare herself for sexual activities. Being bisexual, Trish did not mind being touched by another female; in fact, she prefers it. Feeling Jezebel's head between her legs and the hellish tongue in her cunt was making her arch back as she felt a considerable size hand squeezing her throat as an extremely rough voice spoke.
"Mutt, you do not have permission to cum into Jezebel's mouth until I permit you. I think that I will bruise your chest first with the bullwhip while Jezebel tries her best to make you cum, which will be very disobedient to me, understand me? However, knowing you as well as I do, disobedience to me will be your goddamn honor and privilege, is that not right, human mutt?" Jay said to Trish as he squeezed her throat extremely hard.
"Knowing your damn slave wife as I do, Master. It will not take long for me to juice up for your masochist kitten." Trish whimpered out as Master Jay squeezed her throat even harder,
Jay smirked at Trish before Mistress Shannon put a bed pillow over their new dog of sadomasochistic Hell. Next, Shannon sat down on top of the pillow and started to strangle Jezebel as she went to work on Trish's cunt. Jay started to whip away at Trish's chest as Shannon leans back against the headboard. As Jay swung the whip away, he never missed his human target. All suddenly, Trish could feel sharp teeth going into the lips of her cunt. Trish heard Shannon's voice.
"Save your strength, for now, my wolf of destruction," Shannon said to Jezebel as the bullwhip hits Trish's human body.
Trish begins to relax as the sharp teeth retracted from her cunt. Feeling the tip of the whip smacking against her skin as Jezebel licked and finger her cunt off, Trish knows that her Master was right about her cumming into the bitch's mouth. Unlike the Blackhearts, the Señores Sádicos were full-blooded beasts of sadomasochistic Hell just like the Stonehearts were. Jay was Jackie's father and Julie was her mother. Shannon was fully senores sadicos blood but like Julie in Stoneheart, she was an unkillable human while Jezebel was a senores sadicos werewolf. The only difference between the senores sadicos and the Stonehearts were the males were the dominant one in their clan.
As for Frank, he was an outsider that Kim had brought into the family without permission. Even though Jezebel was a masochistic slave to Jay, he would order his human whores to submit to Jezebel fully and call her Mistress. Seeing his dog cumming, Jay dropped the bullwhip and grabbed a metal bat, and swung it away at Trish's chest all the while being smothered by a pillow that lord Shannon was sitting on. Feeding her Master private whore came naturally to her, and having Jezebel's tongue fucking her off while Master dished out pure sadomasochistic pain upon her body was an honor for Trish. Unknown to Trish, Mistress Tammy was watching on closed-circuit cameras that went into Frank's mansion with sound. Hearing her bitch gasping for air was pleasant to Tammy's ears.
ROLE-PLAYING WITH SADISTIC RULES
"I got a new guy for you to play with, do you want to take him for a spin as I watch, my sadistic love," Frank said to Tammy as the cocaine bitch finally to her last human breath.
"What do you think, Master?" Tammy said to Frank as she cleans off her dagger.
"I will be right back, slave of mine," Frank said to Tammy as he left with the dead cocaine bitch.
"Hello there, slave. My husband told me a lot about you, and what I can see so far, I am liking. I do have to warn you, slave. I am into extremely rough satanism sex, and I will take you to pure Hell. If you are still alive, then I will keep you around my palace for my pleasure, bastard. Welcome to sadistic Hell, mother fucker, now please me before I have you killed." Tammy said to a thirty-eight-year-old guy that entered Frank's private chamber with her husband.
"Slave, if you killed that bitch for me, you would be free to go," Frank said to the male sex slave as he watch the young bastard start to brutalize his estranged wife.
Tammy smirked at Frank because that last male slave that he brought home to her could not even last thirty minutes with her before dying. Frank and Tammy enjoy playing death games with each other and their slaves. The shaft on this slave was ridiculously huge and sent chills up Tammy's body as he slammed her around like a rag doll.
"Goddamn, you are tight tonight, sis. God, I love knowing that I can play as rough as I want with you while our father watches us. So, tell me, did Kim beg for her goddamn life as you beat her to death, sis?" The slave said to Tammy as Frank watches them.
"Slave James, you know the rules in our game. We do not talk about business until we finish playing in this room and it is Mistress bitch to you, goddamn bastard of sadomasochistic Hell. God, you might be thirty-eight, mother fucker, but you know how to please my thirty-six-year-old body, slave." Tammy said to James hers and Julie's older brother while Frank watched the sadomasochistic show.
"Mistress, when I get done with you, I will help my Master burn your hellish body, bitch." James said to Tammy as the action on the flat screen heated up.