DANA LOST

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Raven-haired Dana, 13 years old, ran for her life. Her black eyes held terror. Her butt-length hair blew in the breeze. But she couldn’t run very fast.

A severe ball gag forced her mouth wide open, beyond her jaws ability to open that widely. A piece of duct tape ran from just under her nose to below her lower lip, a second piece from just above her lower lip to her chin, and from one jaw joint to the other. A third piece ran diagonally from under her left hear to below her right jaw, a fourth diagonally from under her right ear to her left jaw line. A fifth piece of duct tape ran straight across from jaw line to jaw line. She could only breathe through her nose. Her elbows had been bound together, and rope wrapped from just above her elbows, down her arms and to her wrists which were tied together. Other rope kept her arms tied tightly to her sides. A crotch rope rubbed her vagina, clit and anus absolutely raw, with a lot of it wrapped snugly around her throat tugging at her throat as she ran, choking, but she had to go on. The collar tightened to its maximum and that didn’t help any. Her small breasts were bound tightly and forced out even further from her body than they actually were, her nipples too poking straight out, and severe nipple clamps bit into them. Her pussy lips and clitoris had been whipped so hard for so long they were swollen about as big as they could be and hurt very badly. Her bottom burned as if on fire from within after being beaten with a small bamboo switch. Blood had run from the harsh striped marks.

Yet she ran through the forest, not knowing where to go. Her ankles and legs bore the marks of other ropes. She had managed to run free when her captors left her alone and the door open. Tears ran down her cheeks. Rocks, small pieces of bark, and bits of pinecone and pinecone needles tore at the tender soles of her feet.

She tripped, and fell to her face. Her breasts became squashed under her weight, the nipple clamps biting even harder into her nipples. Screams emanated from her bound mouth. She managed to get to her feet, but heard dogs. She knew she wouldn’t have a chance, but she would try anyway. She would cut back and forth to try to lose the dogs’ senses of her smell.

Then, Dana fell and stayed down. She couldn’t go any farther. She would wait for the men who captured her to find her.

She watched for them, and it was only a few minutes before they found the little girl prone on the ground, crying her eyes out. They wasted no time. They blindfolded her, pulled her up, then attached cuffs with a short chain to her ankles. They made her walk back, her small feet being forced to run as best as she could, sometimes falling because of the foreshortened chain. She would then be picked up by the collar by one of the men, choking her badly.

She knew when they returned to the dungeon. One of the men led her into the small cell, exchanged her ankle cuffs for ropes, tying her ankles as tightly as they could. They attached the wall chain to her collar, pulling her up off her heels to stand on her toes only. Then they left her. She heard the cell door shut and be locked. She didn’t know why they had to do that, she couldn’t go anywhere now. She thought back to the time she was captured. She had been playing in the park, by herself. It was early, because her class had gotten out early, so no other children played. She had first gone home to change clothes – tank top, shorts. No bra. She had kicked off her shoes and socks and ran barefoot around the sand covered playground. She swung on the swing for a while, then slid down the slides. When she ran over to the swing again and sat down, something was put over her nose and mouth, and when she woke up she found herself in the cell naked and severely hogtied and gagged on a green Army cot. She struggled to get free, but she was tied too tightly.

It seemed like hours before anyone came for her. The six men wore Halloween masks. One of them untied her ankles, put a collar on her, attached a chain with a lock to the front ring, and pulled her along. She started to cry, but the men paid no attention to her.

Where were they taking her? What would they do to her when they got there? Would they torture her? Would they kill her? She didn’t know. All she could do was wait and see. They stopped, and covered her eyes with a thickly padded blindfold, which buckled tightly in back. Then one of the men jerked on her chain once again, almost pulling her down to the ground. She managed to regain her balance, but the men began to run, and she had a hard time keeping up with them.

She fell several times, but the men didn’t care. They continued to run, dragging her with them. When she became too heavy to pull along the ground, once again they helped her up to run some more. Her body became covered in dirt and blood from many scratches she received from being dragged along the ground.

When they finally reached their destination, The Barn, Dana was untied, but retied with her wrists tied way above her head, forcing her to stand on tiptoes. Her ankles were bound tighter than they had been before, and attached to a ring in the floor, pulling her even more straight. She remained gagged and blindfolded.

Within minutes of being retied, Dana felt a knockout force of water hitting her directly in her stomach. This knocked the wind out of her, and before she could catch her breath, the water slammed into her pussy, causing unbearable pain. Down her legs, calves, feet. Then back to her stomach, and up, the water hitting her on each of her tiny breasts, causing more searing pain. Up her chest, then her neck where she felt as though she was choking.

Next, the water hit her bare bottom, and seemed to somehow spread her butt cheeks, the force smashing into her butt hole. Down her legs, calves and feet again, still from behind. Then her waist, up her back, and into the back of her neck. Then, the water stopped.

Dana hung there, soaking wet, severely strung up, unable to move, speak or hear. She heard nothing. She didn’t know it, but her ribs shown through her skin, being strung up so severely.

The ropes on her wrists and ankles began to burn. She had never stopped crying. But now, her tears began to dry up, having to water left in her eyes to cry anymore. Suddenly, one of the men holding needle nosed pliers in his hands used them to twist both nipples as hard as he could. She screamed through her gag. He then twisted them the other way. She screamed again. He pulled on them until they were pulled out so far, they didn’t look like nipples. The pliers squeezed down on them remorselessly hard. He let them snap back. Finally, he pinched with the pliers, using all his strength to do so.

She couldn’t move, do anything but scream again through her ball gag, but her little muffled screams fell on deaf ears. By now, her nipples bled from the torturous treatment. The man applied hydrogen peroxide to her bleeding nipples, and the blood stopped very quickly. But that didn’t stop him from attaching adjustable nipples clamps and tightening them down as tightly as he could. He did the same to her lower lips and her clit. Dana screamed even more.

The man left her . . .