The Couples Collector

The first thing you had to know about Marrek Gleeson was this: the man was sick. Although his old man was long dead, Marrek had used the funds from the estate to fulfill his deepest, darkest desires. And what he loved more than anything else was to “collect.” Not objects…but people. Couples. He liked to call himself the ‘Couples Collector.’ The name was as apt as it was horrifying. He would meticulously plan and then carry out kidnappings of young couples. He would hold them captive and force them to do unspeakable things to each other, or use them however he saw fit.

Eventually he would grow tired of them, and when he did…well, he found ways to dispose of the bodies discreetly or sell them as sex slaves to lucrative buyers. Yet he wasn’t alone in his depravity. He had a partner in crime. His lovely wife.

Sweet, innocent-looking Anna.

Anna loved her husband. Being every bit as twisted as he was, she enjoyed their ‘bonding time,’ as she called it…torturing helpless young couples.

On this particular night, a cold wind howled outside the windows of the mansion on the sprawling, lush grounds of the estate. The estate, bordered on all sides by an ominous wrought-iron fence, sat in the center of dozens of acres of almost pristine forest. The austere pillars of the mansion’s front entryway gave way to a spacious inside with ornately stained wood paneling throughout. Deeper down, underneath the mansion’s main floor…this was where the true depravities were carried out with cruel, sadistic purpose.

Now Marrek lounged in the master suite upstairs with Anna at his side. Naked in their sumptuous king-sized bed, the two lovers sipped glasses of wine and watched the video feed from their dungeon below. Whenever Marrek pressed the button on the remote beside him, he could project his voice through speakers in any of the several dungeon rooms deep underground. Newly captured slave couples quickly discovered that when the unidentified “Master’s” voice boomed loud and clear over the speakers, it was wiser to obey instead of suffering consequences best left unmentioned.

Now Marrek’s broad, handsome face narrowed with focus as he stared at the huge 70-inch screen.

“What do you think of our newest couple?” Anna asked.

Marrek had turned the channel to Room 2. On the giant screen they saw an unusual sight. A sexy teenage brunette straddled one end of a narrow bench. She was completely naked, slender, with long, luxuriant dark brown hair, an adorable face with a button nose, and medium-sized, perfectly curved breasts. Her ankles were chained to ringlets entrenched in the concrete floor while her wrists were chained with dark steel bracelets hoisted high above her head.

The girl’s name was Sophie. Sophie’s boyfriend Max was also there, and totally nude. He’d been forced into a kneeling position right in front of her, his wrists cuffed behind his back. He was handsome, in a boyish way, with light green eyes and a buzz cut. His ankles were also chained tightly to ringlets in the floor. His head was pressed between his girlfriend’s legs. He licked dutifully at the girl’s snatch. Her unwilling moans echoed in the dungeon. Max’s tongue battered devotedly at her joy nub, and all the while the teen girl’s nubile breasts were topped with hardened nipples, fully aroused.

“Oh please!” Sophie moaned. “Oh god.” She looked up at the video camera mounted along the ceiling, all too aware that they were being watched.

“Please, Master, let Max rest! His legs are killing him. He’s been kneeling on the concrete floor for over an hour.” The slender teen squirmed as Max sucked deeply on her clit, making a loud slurping sound. He pulled back for a brief moment, his mouth glistening with Sophie’s aroused fluids. He too looked up at the camera, begging.

“Please, whoever you are, I can’t…I can’t feel my legs or feet. Please, don’t keep me chained like this!”

In response, Marrek pressed the intercom button connected to Room 2.

“You will continue feasting on your girlfriend’s fuck-hole, Slave. Keep licking and sucking clit. Or do you want me to come down there and whip you again?”

Along the young man’s back, welts were forming where Marrek’s whip had lashed hard against his once-pristine skin. With a resigned expression, the young man leaned forward once again, his tongue lapping at Sophie’s sex. Her renewed moans and squirming made Marrek’s cock harder as he watched, loving the way the soft lighting played off of the female captive’s breasts. He noted how the teenage girl couldn’t quite help herself either. She gently thrust her crotch forward against Max’s mouth, her moans intensifying as she began to climb the precipice towards impending orgasm.

“It won’t be too much longer now,” Anna murmured.

They watched the couple very intently for a good while. Sophie’s chest heaved more and more violently as she began to crest the wave of pleasure. Her pussy nudged forward to meet Max’s sucking and licking. Suddenly the girl’s head snapped back. A high-pitched, unwilling moan tore from her lips. Then it happened. Sophie’s cunt finally surrendered to the attentions of her boyfriend’s tongue.

“OOhhhh god! NO!” Sophie wailed. Max began frantically lapping at the gush of fluids, Sophie’s body quaking from her orgasm. The teenage girl looked so sexy and beautiful coming in her boyfriend’s face. Marrek turned back toward Anna, who was taking another sip of her pinot noir from her elegant crystal goblet.

“I think that little slut will make an excellent slave, Anna. We’ll see how long she and her boyfriend last. The male is too whiny for my tastes. I may retire him long before the cute bitch. I think she’ll probably last at least three or four months. Maybe even a full year.”

Anna grinned. “I hope so, M. I was looking forward to fucking her with my new strap-on dildo…not to mention trying out some of my nastier toys on her.”

When the beautiful redhead set her wine glass down, Marrek leaned over for a long, sensual, and very flavorful kiss.

“Count on it, my love. Now…shall we see what else is going on in our little sandbox?”

“Yes, please.”

He turned the channel to Room 4, and the enormous 70-inch flat-screen monitor came to life showing a young couple on a dilapidated bed. They were now watching a pale 22-year-old girl named Emily with a shapely ass riding her husband’s dick. Emily had large, firm breasts with small areolas and beautifully curved hips beneath her impressive butt cheeks.