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<HTML><FONT BACK="#ffffff" style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" SIZE=2 PTSIZE=10>Subject: Bondage Story: Capturing Katie (Rape,BDSM,Violent)<BR>
From: "Master" <A HREF="mailto:darude_69@yahoo.com">darude_69@yahoo.com</A> <BR>
Date: 11/15/2000 5:09 PM Eastern Standard Time<BR>
Message-id: <15110016.0902@yahoo.com><BR>
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Capturing Katie<BR>
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She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever<BR>
come across in my whole life. I took great delight in watching her<BR>
struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my<BR>
every pleasure. Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held<BR>
above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by<BR>
strong nylon ropes. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her<BR>
shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into<BR>
her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to<BR>
escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place. Her breasts<BR>
were unusually large for such a young woman and it was those special<BR>
features that attracted me to her in the first place. My eyes took<BR>
in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her<BR>
slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs. Her<BR>
legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped<BR>
and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result<BR>
of her latest whipping. The skin on her inner thighs, the area<BR>
closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the<BR>
result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the<BR>
color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut<BR>
of the whip had been laid down. I took pride in my artistic<BR>
abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the<BR>
beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high<BR>
school. Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with<BR>
forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features.<BR>
<BR>
Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I<BR>
had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her<BR>
ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal.<BR>
The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off<BR>
to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground,<BR>
forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart. She was<BR>
pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way<BR>
she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was<BR>
by standing on her tiptoes. But with her legs so unnaturally spread<BR>
apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few<BR>
minutes...she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell<BR>
in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and<BR>
legs.<BR>
<BR>
I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling<BR>
sorry for her. I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon<BR>
her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in<BR>
front of her where she could see my face. My hands reached out for<BR>
and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her<BR>
nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper<BR>
hardness. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me<BR>
pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to<BR>
run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body. She had<BR>
been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time<BR>
to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to<BR>
drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too<BR>
weak to scream and shake.<BR>
<BR>
I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one<BR>
slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that<BR>
remained above her clean-shaven pussy. Her body stiffened as she<BR>
felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt<BR>
that I had come to know very well during the past few days. Her<BR>
pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large,<BR>
about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her<BR>
clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when<BR>
erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood. My<BR>
fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she<BR>
really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I<BR>
could. I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female<BR>
flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I<BR>
squeezed. Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later<BR>
this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for<BR>
such work, I will give her cunt a full workout.<BR>
<BR>
But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so<BR>
I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them<BR>
to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth.<BR>
She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking<BR>
her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore<BR>
feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag.<BR>
"Please, " she pleaded, "Please let me go...You've had me<BR>
here three days already...what more do you want? I don't think I<BR>
can take much more of this. I won't say anything to anyone, just<BR>
let me go!"<BR>
<BR>
I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing<BR>
the look on my face. I told her, "Keep quiet slut. You tired of<BR>
hanging there? Well, tell you what I'm gonna do: how about if we<BR>
make a little deal. You're good at deals, aren't you? How about<BR>
this one, then. I'll let you down from there and let you put your<BR>
arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to<BR>
say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard...Got it?"<BR>
<BR>
She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind<BR>
started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my<BR>
tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop. I walked back and<BR>
poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop, lifting them up<BR>
with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side. I let the<BR>
crop rest on her nipple and looked into her eyes. She knew what<BR>
would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her<BR>
breasts with this same crop, drawing incredible screams from her.<BR>
There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where<BR>
I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl. She looked<BR>
at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her<BR>
hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said "Baby,<BR>
please tie my tits hard."<BR>
<BR>
I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left<BR>
breast and told her to look at me in the eyes. Her head tilted up,<BR>
she again asked me to tie up her tits. What could I do? Here was<BR>
this pretty young girl asking me to tie her tits...I'm basically<BR>
a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and<BR>
released the tension of the ropes. She groaned with relief as I<BR>
snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her<BR>
legs and stand somewhat naturally. Her wrists were still cuffed<BR>
totgether, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the<BR>
basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination<BR>
table. It was a table very similar to the kind found in<BR>
gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather<BR>
straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups. I<BR>
think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she<BR>
groaned, "Ohhhh nooooo...." and vainly tried to resist my efforts to<BR>
get her up on the table. Three days of severe treatment, however,<BR>
had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was<BR>
impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the<BR>
table and lie down on her back. I began by strapping down her<BR>
waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and<BR>
slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her<BR>
arms locked against her sides. Two more belts were placed around<BR>
her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively<BR>
restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however<BR>
slight.<BR>
<BR>
But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should<BR>
fill you in on some background information. My helpless<BR>
little friend is Katie. I saw little Katie<BR>
for the first time in a restaurant where she was working as<BR>
a waitress. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her that night: her<BR>
beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts<BR>
from my mind. You see, I have this particular thing for young<BR>
girls, but Katie was special because she also had big firm breasts<BR>
and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of<BR>
her work blouse. I don't think I tasted the food that night: my<BR>
brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her<BR>
better. My fascination must have been obvious, because when a<BR>
busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said "Nice,<BR>
huh?"<BR>
<BR>
I nodded and said, "She is beautiful...I think I'm in love.<BR>
How long has she been working here?" The idiot told me her name, and<BR>
mentioned that she lived in Bay Shore, about 5 miles away. I hurried<BR>
up and finished my meal. I probably spend too much money by going<BR>
out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting<BR>
rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Katie and where they<BR>
live. Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting<BR>
Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet young thing up in the<BR>
phone book. I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself<BR>
from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in<BR>
the van at home. To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above<BR>
all else, patience. Pick your target carefully and then take your<BR>
time...all the work pays off in the end: just look at Katie strapped<BR>
down on the table...what a payoff!<BR>
<BR>
The Capture<BR>
<BR>
I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation<BR>
Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but<BR>
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her<BR>
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden<BR>
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long<BR>
driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no<BR>
streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a<BR>
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by<BR>
walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.<BR>
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the<BR>
ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the<BR>
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and<BR>
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could<BR>
watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that<BR>
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always<BR>
came home by herself. Apparently she didn't have any boyfriends,<BR>
which was even better.<BR>
<BR>
Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of<BR>
my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after<BR>
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front<BR>
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.<BR>
I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to<BR>
ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took<BR>
off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the<BR>
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my<BR>
trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding<BR>
and hoping that she hadn't left yet. I lucked out and saw her car<BR>
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights<BR>
off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by<BR>
the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out<BR>
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the<BR>
porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard<BR>
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking<BR>
down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from<BR>
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on<BR>
top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her.<BR>
<BR>
Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a<BR>
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding<BR>
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was<BR>
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn't start to struggle till after<BR>
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone<BR>
could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her<BR>
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands<BR>
together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring<BR>
that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and<BR>
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and<BR>
ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good,<BR>
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her<BR>
knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except<BR>
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked<BR>
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my<BR>
waiting van.<BR>
<BR>
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were<BR>
coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I<BR>
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door<BR>
behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of<BR>
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack<BR>
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I<BR>
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and<BR>
crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that<BR>
neighborhood safely and on my way home. I stopped for a minute at a<BR>
convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my<BR>
luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home<BR>
half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could<BR>
finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie<BR>
was all mine!<BR>
<BR>
Welcome to the Dungeon<BR>
<BR>
After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the<BR>
kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making<BR>
sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went<BR>
to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and<BR>
turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and<BR>
made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me<BR>
months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was<BR>
where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went<BR>
down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next<BR>
to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary<BR>
exercises and preparations. After making sure all of the straps were<BR>
ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the<BR>
stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I<BR>
could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space,<BR>
trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I<BR>
moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her<BR>
helpless body.<BR>
<BR>
She went rigid with fear as I told her, "Settle down bitch,<BR>
the real fun hasn't even started yet. Just wait a few minutes..."<BR>
<BR>
I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs,<BR>
after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists. Su<BR>
Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she<BR>
was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the<BR>
stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she<BR>
tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found<BR>
out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around<BR>
her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached<BR>
under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the<BR>
straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her<BR>
to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was<BR>
no exception. A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough<BR>
for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her<BR>
ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees<BR>
and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked<BR>
into place and very nicely spread.<BR>
<BR>
I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was<BR>
probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground<BR>
in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a 'simple'<BR>
rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this<BR>
table for more than forced sex. I talked to her while I removed her<BR>
hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can<BR>
really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of<BR>
their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to<BR>
protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood<BR>
slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried<BR>
to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn't<BR>
raise her head enough to get a good look.<BR>
"Don't worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.<BR>
They'll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch."<BR>
<BR>
I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin<BR>
material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red<BR>
panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline<BR>
of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my<BR>
scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp<BR>
ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade<BR>
slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, "Oh please, don't cut<BR>
me down there! PLEASE!!!" Of course I would never damage a hole I<BR>
planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would. I<BR>
pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it<BR>
in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it<BR>
there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her<BR>
panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was<BR>
not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra<BR>
very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They<BR>
were real beauties and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them, but I<BR>
like working on a new girl's pussy first - it's alot more humiliating<BR>
for them.<BR>
<BR>
I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and<BR>
a rather large clit. I like my girls this way; makes it easier to<BR>
clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going<BR>
to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I<BR>
like to have them clean shaven - comes out better in my pictures that<BR>
way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close<BR>
as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of<BR>
hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded<BR>
to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job<BR>
right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy<BR>
area, warned her, "Don't make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just<BR>
may slice up some of that pretty pussy." With the practiced touch of<BR>
an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes,<BR>
leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small<BR>
patch above her lips.<BR>
<BR>
I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she<BR>
could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed<BR>
rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips<BR>
now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to<BR>
shield them. Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit<BR>
getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had<BR>
slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her<BR>
even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started<BR>
to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool<BR>
sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her<BR>
getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full<BR>
size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I<BR>
tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy<BR>
lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath. I blew more air over<BR>
her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub<BR>
the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She<BR>
was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks<BR>
clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush<BR>
spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get<BR>
hard.<BR>
<BR>
I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes,<BR>
until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about<BR>
to learn that she wasn't here for fun and games. While my right hand<BR>
kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I<BR>
kept on a shelf beneath the examination table. Not able to raise her<BR>
head, she didn't see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers<BR>
towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly<BR>
gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers,<BR>
squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most<BR>
severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes<BR>
curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and<BR>
screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her<BR>
sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her<BR>
tender clit flesh tight. She tried raising her ass off the bench to<BR>
lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the<BR>
harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an<BR>
incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up<BR>
with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple<BR>
with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a<BR>
new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with<BR>
the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face.<BR>
Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be<BR>
nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After<BR>
a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender<BR>
flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain<BR>
she had felt.<BR>
<BR>
"Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were<BR>
about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next<BR>
time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you'll be<BR>
coming every time I do what I just did."<BR>
<BR>
She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her<BR>
breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering<BR>
what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.<BR>
What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the<BR>
evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain,<BR>
she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and<BR>
this was something she couldn't understand. She had liked the way her<BR>
first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her<BR>
ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of<BR>
abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused.<BR>
<BR>
I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of<BR>
severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring<BR>
their firmness and roundness. She had large tits for such a skinny<BR>
little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I<BR>
planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around<BR>
the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for<BR>
abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her<BR>
nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was<BR>
about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first<BR>
experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp<BR>
teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord<BR>
through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords. I<BR>
reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she<BR>
could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on<BR>
her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I<BR>
could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for.<BR>
<BR>
She started whimpering, "Please...please...don't put those<BR>
things on me! I'll do anything you want. I'll blow you, let you fuck<BR>
me wherever you want, but don't put those on me!" I loved to hear her<BR>
plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago<BR>
wouldn't have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.<BR>
Amazing what a little bit of pain can do - it's alot easier than buying<BR>
them drinks at a bar and hoping they'll fuck you later.<BR>
<BR>
I wasn't in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer<BR>
and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her<BR>
right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it<BR>
gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I<BR>
let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her<BR>
tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased<BR>
the pain she felt. I quickly attached the second clamp, and this<BR>
brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something<BR>
they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the<BR>
clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender<BR>
flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my<BR>
hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples<BR>
into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that<BR>
came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay.<BR>
She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled<BR>
on the cords that held her clamped nipples. After a few turns, her<BR>
tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her<BR>
nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying<BR>
face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread,<BR>
with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her<BR>
tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as<BR>
though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of<BR>
absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that<BR>
she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who<BR>
got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse<BR>
and torture for the rest of her life. Yesterday, she was nineteen and<BR>
had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more<BR>
than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use.<BR>
<BR>
She was starting to break down mentally under the assault<BR>
inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her<BR>
situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch<BR>
her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry<BR>
after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the<BR>
living and made myself a sandwich. Katie's abuse would continue after<BR>
a light snack and a couple of beers.<BR>
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