MERRILL'S ORDEAL

BY SCAVENGER

[ part 2 ]

Was it really only 1700 (she knew military time because her father had been in the Army for 30 years)? Or could it really be some other time? Would he tell her the truth?

Those thoughts faded as the pain from the tortuous stretch sent shards of pain to her brain. Every muscle burned. Every tendon stretched. The ropes severely chafed her wrists, ankles and big toes where it cut into her tender flesh. Her hair seemed to be pulling out of her head. Her jaws ached so badly the joints seemed to be ablaze. She was having trouble breathing only through her nose, her chest was pulled on so tightly.

Her nipples were almost numb, but the weights pulling on them kept them alive with little bursts of twinges. But her labia were another matter. The alligator teeth bit into her poor little labia. In fact, she felt like they were trying to bite entirely through her pussy lips to meet each other in the middle. The pain down there was literally unbearable. Continued sobs broke through her nose. Tears began to flow down her face, the leather pads having become over-soaked with them where they could no longer hold any more.

Saliva somehow found its way out of the corners of her mouth, gliding to her chin there to meet, and drop onto her naked chest. It ran down her tummy, into her belly button, then on down her slit where it dropped onto the concrete beneath her.

Then it happened. Her little body, stretched to its limit, began to shake with all the pain attacking her brain. Her muscles began to spasm. Her body couldn’t move, but somehow did. If someone had been watching her, to them she would have looked like a fish out of water. This caused her nipple and labia clamps to swing, renewing their excruciating pain. Soon her shaking subsided.

Why did he do this to her? She was a good girl! Please! Someone help me! Daddy!!! Mommy!!! Where are you?

She was hungry and thirsty. How long had she been here? What time was it? Wait. What is that? Something down there. Something in her pussy. A feeling. What is it? It seemed to tickle her. Amidst all the pain this strange feeling, this little tickling sensation down there. She didn’t know what it was, but it was feeling better and better. It seemed like she should do something, but didn’t know what. She couldn’t do anything anyway. She began to relax and let that feeling course through her body. Her breathing increased, the tingling moving down her legs and into her toes, and up her body into her pleasure sensors in her brain. Her nipples no longer hurt, but actually felt good, or whatever she was feeling. The alligator clamps on her pussy lips became a feeling of pleasure instead of pain. She let all the sensations pulse through her. Something deep in her pussy began to surface. Soon, she was shaking in her bonds, shaking for almost a minute. She didn’t know what happened, didn’t know that she had had her first orgasm just by being tied up and clamped and blindfolded and gagged.

She felt something wet travel down her thighs. But now, the pain began to return. Even moreso. Everything was heightened and intensified since her orgasm. And she began to struggle to get free. Of course, the impossibility of her freeing herself didn’t really come to her until none of the ropes even budged.

Dizziness and a feeling of faintness passed over her brain, but the pain wouldn’t allow her that respite. The pain became so unbearable her little body wracked with sobs, but she had no way to ease any of the excruciating sensations coursing through her naked body.

The ball gag seemed to grow larger in her mouth, and forcing her jaws even further open. But this was only in her mind. Her muscles screamed in burning fury, her joints added to the chorus.

The ropes seemed to be knives cutting into her young sensitive flesh, her wrists, her ankles, her big toes. Her toes especially, tied to tightly that they had lost all feeling and had turned blue many minutes – or was it hours? – ago. Her nipples – clamped tightly and the nipples pulled down by the weights and almost facing the floor, yelled out in abject throbbing now. Her labia, bitten by the alligator clips and those too being pulled down by the extreme weights, felt as though an actual alligator was biting into the poor virgin lips.

She remained there, in her tortuous position, until the man returned just as he said he would, the next morning. And none too soon.

Merrill’s sweet little innocent body was so wracked with pain she failed to hear the door open and close. The man knew she was now in his power. He untied her hair first, then her hands, lay her on the floor, rubbed them to get the circulation back in them, then cuffed her hands behind her back. Next came her feet and toes. He rubbed them as well, little whimpers coming from her large ball gag. He cuffed them as well with her ankles crossed, rolled her to her stomach, and pulled her wrists and ankles together and locked them all in place. He removed the weights from her nipples and labia, but left the clamps on. He wasn’t ready to remove them yet. He tied a rope around her ankles and wrists, then pulled the rope over a hook and using a pulley suspended her off the floor, to where her mouth would be even with his penis. He grabbed her pigtail and pulled her head back as far as he could, then tied it to the ropes suspending her body. He left the blindfold on, but changed gags. He pulled out the ball gag, and before she could say anything, inserted a pump gag into her small mouth and pumped it up to its fullest, then pumped it some more. He added double the weights back to her clamped nipples and labia, pulling them even further toward the floor. She whimpered at the additional pain.

He moved behind her where he could see her little pussy and anus. He rubbed her bottom lightly, moving a finger into her crack and across her pinkish brown butt hole. He tickled her pussy, making the alligator clips rock back and forth. She cried out at the continued pain.

He pulled up a chair until it set directly below Merrill’s swollen lips. He sat down and looked up directly at her bare pubic area. Even though she endured her trials of bondage, he knew she must be excited. Her lips were slick and glistened with her pussy juices. Tentatively, he moved his tongue up, touched her little slit. She jerked in her bondage. He began to lick her slit up and down, flicking the tip of his tongue on her clit. She moaned, jerked in her bonds. He continued his licking until he realized she was about to orgasm, then quit.

Her cries of frustration barely got passed her lips.

“Well, I guess you really enjoy having your pussy licked. Later, I will come back and fill up your pussy with different things. Have fun hanging there.”

She heard the door open and close. She was once again alone.