MORGAN AND ME

BY KING LEOPOLD

[ part 3 ]

For the next hour and a half, I watched the thirteen year old on each of the four digital recording monitors as she squirmed, trying to get comfortable with her tits stretched out painfully, the crotch rope digging into her cunt, all the while, she had to try and maintain her balance up on the balls of her feet.

I then returned to the play room where she involuntarily waited for me. As soon as she realized I was in the room, she began to plead with me again not to hurt her anymore.

I told her to shut up or she would be punished worst than what she has already gotten.

She immediately quieted down as I removed the rope which was holding the alligator clips attached to her nipples giving her stretched breasts a reprieve. I then undid the overhead rope attached to her elbow binds and the front of her crotch rope. With that removed, she was able to set her heels down giving her cramped calf muscles a rest.

Reaching over, I grabbed the alligator clips on her sore nipples and gave them a quick tug and then I squeezed them both open releasing her nips from their torment.

Morgan yelped for the pull I had given them, but she really started to moan in pain as the blood rushed back into her tender nipples causing them another sort of pain, if only for a minute or two.

Next, I untied the rope around her ankles, but not the one around her knees. Grabbing her by a ring attached to the front of the leather collar, I pulled her forwards to a leather covered saw horse. Morgan hobbled best as she could with her knees still tied together over to the horse. I positioned her so she was standing with the cross bar pressed against her lower abdomen.

Taking a pair of leather cuffs, I buckled and pad locked them around each of her ankles. Then undoing the rope around her knees, I forced her to spread her long legs apart and attached each of the ankle cuffs to the opposite legs of the saw horse.

With that done, I then removed the crotch rope from between her legs. She breath a sigh of relief and said thank you through her ring gag. I just told her to shut the fuck up.

I now undid the rope holding her wrists together. Once that was removed, I got a single arm sleeve made of high quality leather and placed her hands, palm facing palm, fingers interwoven together into the base pocket, effectively trapping them as I buckled the wrist strap tightly.

I then removed her elbow ties, releasing them for a moment until I brought the leather sleeve up over her arms and began to lace up the sleeve from bottom, near her wrists, to top, up above her elbows. As I worked the lace together, it forced her arms closer and closer together until I had her elbows touching each other inside the sleeve.

After I finished lacing up the sleeve, pulling it all together, I took the two straps from under neigh the sleeve and brought them up under her arms and over the tops of her shoulders to buckle back onto the sleeve itself. This prevented the sleeve from sliding down off of her arms.

Next, I pulled the large leather flap over the laces and shoulder buckles, zipping it all the way up so that they were covered and inaccessible. Two last straps buckled around her arms, one at the elbows and the other over her upper arms. These were then secured with small pad locks insuring that the sleeve could not be removed without my master key.

Once I had that finished I pulled the ring gag out of her mouth while warning her to keep quiet or else she would be punished severely. With the ring gag out of her mouth she began to stretch her jaw muscles from side to side trying to relieve the ache.

I also removed the stiff leather collar from around her neck.

I then grabbed a leather discipline hood and forced it over her head. The hood fit tightly around her head covering all of it except two eye sockets and open area in front of her mouth. There were two small hard plastic tubes protruding from the hood at her nose. The inside ends of the tubes I made sure went into her nostrils so that when I gagged her again, she would be able to breath through those small tubes.

The discipline helmet laced in the back from the top down to the back of her neck. A built on collar buckled around her slender neck covering the ends of the laces which I also secured with a miniature pad lock to keep the hood from being removed. The use of the locks insured her of the knowledge of how helpless she really was.

Next I placed another gag into her mouth. This gag had a wide, firm leather front which covered her mouth from cheek to cheek. On the mouth side of the gag was a small rubber bladder. Morgan tried not to allow it into her mouth, but with the wide leather front of the gag pressed hard to face forced the bladder against her mouth which she was forced to open allowing it to slip in. At least it was not forcing her jaw wide apart like the ring gag did.

Once I had the gag strapped tightly to her face and buckled behind her head, I then picked up the palm pump. Morgan watched without under standing as I screwed the rubber extension tube to a small protruding nipple on the front of her gag. Once that was done, I began to squeeze the palm pump. With each squeeze of my hand, the rubber bladder in her mouth began to expand.

At first the stupid teen didn't realize what was happening, but after about five or six pumps of the ball, the rubber gag inflated and began to pin her tongue down as it filled her mouth. I watched her eyes as they began to widen with every squeeze. I kept squeezing the pump forcing her jaw wider apart as the gag continued to expand and fill her mouth.

Morgan's jaw was restricted by the discipline hood as to how wide it could expand as the pump gag filled her mouth, pressing against the insides of her cheeks.

I watched in amusement as panic began to show in her eyes as she thought she would suffocate, until she realized she could still breathe through her nostrils.

Finished, I took the end of a cable which extended from a ceiling pulley and attached it to a ring at the end of her single arm sleeve. I pulled her arms up as I took the other end of the cable and attached it to a small ring on the top of her discipline hood. This forced Megan to bend forward over the saw horse with her arms raised upwards behind her and forcing her to keep her head also lifted upwards.

Next, I moved to the winch on the wall and began to crank the handle. Turning the crank raised the overhead pulley higher. Megan's arms were lifted higher as her body was forced to bend even more over the saw horse. I could hear her moan uncomfortable through the discipline hood as she had to strain to keep her posture as her bound arms forced her to keep her head up straining her neck.

Moving up behind her I placed my hands on her nicely round buttocks and squeezed each cheek. My hands shifted around her ass as I felt the firmness of her glutinous muscle. One hand worked itself down between her legs and cupped her soft tender sex.

Moving my finger up and down between the fold lips of her pussy. I could feel her getting wet. I slipped one finger into her. I could tell she gasped as it slid in. I could feel the tightness of her cunt as it clamped around my finger.

Some men like the virginal opening to be loose so their cocks can slip easily in and out where as I enjoy a tight cunt, with the fell of the virginal walls wrapped around my nine inch prick like a hot wet glove.

I was shocked to find my finer stopped from entering fully as it pressed against her intact hymen. Wow! This girl was still a virgin. I was thrilled.

Pulling my finger out, I moved it upwards along her ass to the beautiful rose bud of her anus. Pressing it to the hole I could fell her tighten up her spinster muscle as I tried to intrude into her with my finger. I pressed on as finger, lubricated with the juice of her pussy forced it way past her spinster. A little more pressure and I worked my finger into her up to the first knuckle.

I could tell she was uncomfortable with my finger in her ass, but I didn't care as I forced it further in feeling all around, until my hand pressed against her anus as my finger looked as if it had been swallowed up by her bung hole. I then pulled it out, very slowly.

I got a new set of clips and attached them to her still tender nipples. Unlike the alligator clips with the jagged teeth I used earlier, these were Japanese butterfly clamps with blunt ends. I clamped each of her nipples and watched her squirm as much or should I say as little as possible as her bonds allowed.

Taking two small bells, I attached them to the ends of the clamps. Then I took another two and a half pound weight and attached it to the center of the small chain attached to each end of the clamps. The thing about Japanese butterfly clamps, is that the more weight you apply to them, the tighter they grip.

I took a second set of clamps, bells and weight and moving behind her I used them to clamp upon her tender pussy lips so that they were stretched downward.

Morgan's whole body quivered causing the small bells to tinkle. But I wanted to hear them ring!

I moved to the whip rack and picked a leather covered wooden, rectangular paddle. Standing behind her I flung the paddled sideways and watched as it sank into both her ass cheeks with a loud "whapp."

The bonds kept Morgan in place as the paddle bounced back off of her ass. The bells attached to her nipple clips rank out as she screamed into her mouth gag.

With the gag in place her scream was loud. I wondered how loud it would have been without the gag. God, it almost made me cream in my pants!

I swung the paddle smacking her ass another seven times hitting each cheek in succession three times each and across both cheeks with the last strike as I had done with the first.

Morgan's body trembled in pain as she sobbed hysterically, but was unable to move as her bonds held her tight.

By now my cock throbbed with a raging hard on as I watched the helpless teen's ass quiver and turn her light skin a burning crimson red from the beating I gave her.