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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 1 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER
[ part 1 ]
1. She waits
The girl sat on the edge of the small bed, waiting. She was alone in the
small basement room, but had wrapped a sheet around her to cover up, not
being comfortable naked. She had woken up from a drugged sleep only two hours
before to find herself in a windowless room with white-painted walls that
were apparently made of steel. There was a door with no hinges or handle,
locked solid, and the only breaks in the enamel walls were small ventilation
ducts covered with closely-set stainless steel bars. If the nature of the
room wasn't enough of a hint, the instructions left for her to read by her
unknown captor made her predicament clear; she had been kidnapped and was
about to be used as a sex toy by a man. Her lips quivered as she sobbed quietly
in anticipation. Her name was Crystal.
Crystal was a pretty girl with long light-brown wavy hair falling down her
back. Her school friends said she was a dead ringer for the girl in the ``Exorcist''
movie that had recently been re-released, and they were calling her ``Reagan'',
which she detested, along with their pea soup jokes. Her face promised more
maturity than her ten year-old body delivered. Her bottom had lost the flatness
of youth, and filled her jeans in a beguiling curve, but her pussy was smooth
and hairless, and her breasts mere bulges under her puffy pink nipples. Her
belly retained a cushion of baby fat, and her thighs were soft and fleshy.
Her young life had been filled with tragedy, both her parents lost in a plane
accident before she entered first grade. Without any competent relatives,
she was a ward of the state, living in a group home with girls pending adoption.
She didn't know that her captor was fully aware of her history, and had chosen
her for precisely that reason. He had carefully broken into the office of
the group home, and had examined the files on the girls living there. When
he entered her room some nights later and covered her sleeping face with
a chloroform-soaked cloth, he knew that her departure would be dismissed
as just another runaway story, as the missing clothes and personal effects
he had removed from her room would attest. He later burned them. She would
have no further need of clothing in her new life. The routine notices were
given to the police by the home, and the case was filed away with all the
other runaway reports and soon forgotten.
2. Awake
Crystal had come awake in the small room lying in bed, aching all over. Her
wrists and ankles had red chaffed bands around them, and she felt a dull
pain between her legs. She was naked. Above her was a fluorescent light fixture
enclosed in a steel grate. As she regained her senses, she scanned the room
for the first time. The bed was in one corner, and across a thin aisle were
bathroom appliances; a small shower stall, a sink, a toilet and what she
recognized as a bidet, though she had never actually used one. There was
a hose attached to a fixture looped around a bracket with some sort of plastic
nozzle on the end. In her confused state she merely noted the details without
comprehension. At the far end of the room set into the wall were a few steel
shelves filled with soaps, yellow and blue plastic bottles, and plain white
towels. A television and a VCR were set into the wall behind what appeared
to be a plexiglass door. A remote control was sitting on a stapled document,
lying on top of a stack of towels. She saw, but did not register, two green
plastic lenses on top of the door frame and what appeared to be a speaker.
A camera behind a plexiglass shield set into the far wall was noted and catalogued
by her racing mind.
Sitting up nearly made her ill, but she gradually recovered and stood up
tentatively, more aware now of her surroundings. Something was seriously
wrong. She recognized nothing that she was familiar with from the group home.
Was she being punished somehow, was this solitary confinement? All manner
of possibilities flashed through her mind as she considered the room, the
raw skin of her wrists and ankles and again the dull ache inside her cleft.
Recognition forced its way past her mental denials; she was a captive and
had been raped, she was kidnapped and held for ransom, aliens had abducted
and probed her, these and darker possibilities forced out more pedestrian
explanations.
Her body interrupted her musing to remind her of its needs. She was desperately
thirsty, and needed to pee and poop bad. There were no glasses or any other
utensils, so she slurped water from her hands in the sink before cramps drove
her to sit on the toilet and void in racking bursts. As she flushed and cleaned
herself with the tissue rolls stacked on the floor beside the toilet, she
began to weep and sob. What was going on, where was she? Quickly her mood
turned to anger. Who had the right to do this to her? She wiped a final time,
and while the toilet refilled, walked the few steps to the outline of the
door. Her fingers tried to find a grip, but it was clearly hopeless. She
started pounding on the door and began to yell, ``Help! Let me out!'' It
was like pounding on stone, and her words merely echoed around her cell.
She threw herself on the bed and cried into a thin pillow for awhile.
3. Instructions
After some time Crystal came to herself again, curiosity getting the better
of her. Again her eyes swept the small room, noting the bidet, the hose and
nozzle, the camera, the green lights and speaker above the door, the television
behind the plastic shield; and finally her eyes stopped on the stack of towels,
and the TV remote on top of the papers. She walked over, picked up the remote
and punched the ``on'' button, but nothing happened. Still holding the remote
she grabbed the papers and sat on the bed. She was afraid to read them, as
the reality of her situation became clearer. She was only ten, but not dumb.
She had been taken, abused somehow, and she was captive in a locked room
that could only be a cell. She was naked, and there were no clothes anywhere.
No kidnapper's cell could explain the bidet, the soaps and lotions and whatever
appliance the hose and nozzle represented except sex. They were to make her
clean. Desirable. It was obvious, which is why she was afraid to read what
she guessed correctly was a set of instructions. But there was nothing left
to do. She picked up the papers and started to read:
``Greetings Crystal. You have been taken from your home by me. I broke into
your room and drugged you while you were asleep. I packed you in a duffle
bag along with your clothes, your purse, shoes and everything else that looked
important to you. I found your diary underneath the drawer. The home will
think you ran away. What other explanation will there be? You are mine, and
no one will be looking for you.''
``You have had an operation, which is why your pussy aches. I tied you down
to a table while you were unconscious and removed your hymen surgically.
In case you didn't know, your hymen was a small band of flesh that constricted
the opening to your vagina. You are young and small, and it was safer to
remove it than to tear it as I enter you for the first of many times.''
``The first thing you must understand is that you will obey. Quickly, without
reservation. Any act that I demand you perform will be done immediately and
with full attention and effort. You will not speak unless spoken to. You
will acknowledge my commands with ``yes sir''. The slightest deviation will
result in punishment without delay.''
``What is punishment? It's time for a video demonstration. Before reading
the next page, take the remote control and punch the buttons 1, 2, and 3
in sequence, and then the on button.''
Crystal read the page without emotion, as it confirmed what she already had
guessed. The information about her operation was a surprise, and she touched
herself ``down there'' tentatively, not being able to bring a name for her
genitals into her virgin thoughts. She had never even inserted a finger into
that hole, though she knew it was there and more or less what it was for.
She shivered and broke into sobs again briefly, before considering the remote.
Somehow she knew she must do as she was told, but she also knew she was not
going to like what she saw. Punishment? She considered what that might mean
and what the video would show. A demonstration?
4. Example
Crystal did as the instructions said, pressing the 1, 2, and 3 buttons and
then the ``on'' button. The TV clicked and crackled and the lights on the
VCR panel came to life, announcing with a symbol that a tape was playing.
An image surfaced on the TV screen of a man facing into the camera. The man
was middle aged, but it was hard to tell because he was chubby and his skin
was smooth. Actually he was fat, as made abundantly clear by the fact that
he was wearing nothing but a untied robe and slippers. Worse, his male organ
poked into the camera, its red tip swollen and stiff through a tangle of
hair above his sacks. She knew what it was, but this was different than a
textbook drawing and it was somehow incredibly obscene. She screwed up her
face in disgust as the man spoke.
``Hi there sweetheart. I'll be seeing you soon. In the meantime, let me introduce
you to a prior occupant of your room, young Becky here.'' He moved aside
from the camera and swept his arm toward a wall where a naked young blonde
girl was fixed, her back to the camera, with her wrists and ankles held in
restraint loops attached to the wall. Between her legs was some sort of odd
ceramic appliance, like the bidet in the cell, but smaller. Her blonde hair
whipped back and forth as the she struggled. Apparently she was gagged, as
only muffled cries could be heard from the tape.
``Becky just got here, just like you, only some years ago. She's now tied
to the wall outside your cell, in case you wondered. Becky had a chance to
obey me, but she decided not too. Now she is about to be punished, and I
thought it would be good to document the procedure for the future, to properly
instruct the girls that follow her, like you. Punishment is the same for
any offense, and consists of being whipped severely. Here, let me show you.''
He moved across the back of the whimpering little girl, patting her bottom
on the way, and came back into view with a thin bamboo cane in his hand,
whistling it back and forth. ``Punishment consists of five hard strokes with
this cane. As you can see, this is a viscous instrument, and if I hit little
Becky here with it, her flesh would soon be a torn-up mess. I don't want
that, so I took a page from the Marquis de Sade.'' Hearing these words the
girl on the wall again struggled in her restraints, and a small stream of
piss could be seen between her legs flowing into the small ceramic basin,
the purpose of which was now clear.
Crystal's attention was drawn back to the man in the robe as he held up what
appeared to be a girdle, though with odd straps and buckles, and no front
at all. ``See this? Notice how the cloth panel is curved to fit little Becky's
butt cheeks here? When I strap it on her, I'll cane her as hard as I can,
and her ass will come out good as new. But for Becky it will feel like she's
being ripped apart. Well, let's get to it, OK? First we need to prevent Becky
from shitting herself, as she was a bad girl and didn't give herself the
enema as instructed.'' The meaning of the hose and nozzle became apparent
to Crystal, as she briefly turned her attention to her surroundings again.
Disappearing for a moment, he returned with something made of black plastic
with a hose and bulb dangling from it. Whistling cheerfully, he smeared cream
on it and moved over to the girl, spreading her ass cheeks with his hands.
``Ah, very nice, what a cherry! Isn't her little ass cute?'' he asked the
camera. He placed the device to her rectum and started to twist it, some
sort of tapered plug. The girl struggled and bunched up her butt cheeks straining
to exclude the foreign object from her ass, but the well-lubricated plug
slipped past her defenses easily. The man paused to paddle the girls cheeks
with his bare hand, speaking to her, ``if you relax your bottom this won't
hurt as bad, stupid.'' He stroked her cheeks with his hands, and gave them
a small series of spanks while he chuckled to himself, the hose and bulb
from the butt plug swinging back and forth. Turning his attention back to
his work, he grasped the bulb and pumped it several times, which caused the
girl to let loose with more muffled screams. He then detached the hose as
he spoke to the camera, ``Becky has a bit between her teeth, so she can't
speak to you at the moment, in case you wondered. If she didn't have something
to bite on, she might break a tooth when the punishment begins. I have to
be an amateur dentist to keep a young girl very long, but it's not something
I enjoy doing.'' Crystal paused to consider the meaning of his words before
turning her attention back to the TV screen.
The man moved over to the girl and began strapping the girdle to her thighs.
He then pulled it up taught and fastened a belt around her tummy. Finally
two dangling straps were pulled between her bum, and then underneath her
on either side of her girl flesh, making it bulge out obscenely. He seemed
to take delight in pulling the straps up hard, making the girl struggle and
whimper anew. He apparently fasten them to the belly belt, though the precise
manner was hidden by the girl's back, which now shined with sweat from fear.
Again the girl peed into the basin, this time through the bulging flesh between
her legs, which was glowing red at this point.
``There, all trussed up,'' the man said, turning to the camera again, as
he ran his hands over the fabric of the girdle stretched over the girls's
ass cheeks. ``See how tight this is? Like a drum.'' He moved into the camera,
which went out of focus in a blur for a moment, and then the picture resolved
back into the man standing behind and to the side of the spread-eagled girl.
``OK, here we go. Watch carefully, and consider putting yourself where young
Becky stands before you read the remaining instructions.'' Crystal had the
pages in her hands, which were now somewhat crumpled from her tense grip
as she watched the screen. Somehow she was unable to tear her eyes away,
though she knew what was to come.
As her mental attention returned to the screen, the man had drawn back the
thin cane and with a terrible crack whipped the poor girl on her girdled
ass. The reaction from her was immediate, her entire body tensing into bunched-up
muscles as the pain ripped into her. Pee flowed freely from her pushed-out
cunt lips as she howled piteously into the gag, her hair whipping back and
forth as she strained to turn her eyes to her tormentor, as if her look could
somehow do the pleading her gag denied her voice. Crystal was shocked by
the violence of the stroke. Aside from the crack of the cane striking the
girl, it was evident by the temporary indentation in her ass as the cane
whipped down, that the man had struck her with intense force, multiplied
by the speed of the flexible bamboo as it slashed through the air.
Before she could react further, the man was grunting with the effort as the
second stroke again struck the girl with another loud crack! The girl was
just beginning to enter the throes of her recoil from the hit as he laid
a third stroke on her. Crystal heard him laugh as the girl slumped in her
restraints, clearly having passed out from the pain. ``Oh no you don't,''
she heard offcamera, as the man returned with a small jar, apparently of
smelling salts, which he waved in front of the girl. Sputtering and shaking
her head, she came awake and almost instantly screamed into her gag, peeing
into the basin the last few drops left to her. ``Two more,'' the man said,
and the girl's head turned back and forth saying ``no'' as her hair bounced
across her back.
Again he moved to one side of the camera angle and laid two more quick strokes
across the white-bound ass of the girl, drawing forth more moans and screams
as the girl's fists opened and closed and her feet twisted in the restraints,
incapable of moving her ass from the hellish cane blows. ``There, that's
five, Becky, though I wager it won't be the last today. You may try to obey,
but it will take some time for your instincts to work right. That's OK,''
the man said as he stroked her hair like some kind father would do, ``I like
it!'' he laughed. The beaten girl moaned in response, but relaxed somewhat
in her restraints as it appeared the assault had ended.
Turning back to speak to the camera, he again addressed the future girl sitting
on her bed in her cell, watching the TV with the papers now fully crumpled
in her balled-up fists, which were pressed into her lap, as she cried. No!
This couldn't be happening, Crystal complained to no one, turning her attention
back to her situation, trying to force denial on reality. The man was speaking
again as he un-strapped the odd girdle from the whipped girl in the video.
Apparently he had removed the gag while Crystal was mentally distracted,
because the girl's pleas and moans could now clearly be heard, ``no, please,
leave me alone.'' ``Shut up!'' the man said. Can't you remember anything?
You do not speak unless spoken to. Punishment, five strokes.''
Before the girl could react, the bit gag was back in her mouth, and the man
strapped up the girdle again, taking pains to stretch the crotch straps up
hard underneath the horror-struck girl. It all seemed to move in fast motion
to Crystal. As the man played with the girl's sex for a moment, she heard
him say ``what a nice little puffy pussy, I can't wait until it heals,''
and then proceeded to lay five blistering strokes on the girl's ass again,
crack, snap, crack! as the man counted, ``one, two, three, four and uh! five,''
whap! The girl's body quivered and shook as the blows landed, her reactions
as violent as the first set or more so. Apparently the pain the cane delivered
was not something one became accustomed to. ``Just disobey one more time,
Becky, please? Say just one word,'' as he removed her gag again. But the
girl on the screen had enough presence of mind not to repeat her error. She
wasn't fully trained of course, and many more sessions were in her future,
but for the moment she whimpered in silence as the man removed the girdle.
Crystal was amazed at the condition of the girl's bottom on the screen. It
was glowing in bright red bands where the cane had landed, but was not marked
in any way. Apparently the girdle had done its job. She became aware that
the man was speaking to her again from the TV, and she was disgusted to see
that he was moving his stiff member between the red cheeks of the girl, pressing
them together with his hands. ``Well, I'm going to amuse myself for a moment,
so you'll have to excuse me. I hope young Becky did a good job with the video
instruction. Remember; any word out of place, any hesitation in obeying a
command, and this is you strapped to the wall.'' He need not have said anything
further, Crystal had gotten the message many minutes ago. The video came
to an end with the man grunting and thrusting his thing between the girls's
bottom halves, still strapped to the wall. ``Now don't forget to read the
instructions carefully,'' he ended with a cheerful wave to the camera.
5. Further instructions
The TV had turned off on its own, and the video player was obviously rewinding
the tape as Crystal looked down at the papers crumpled in her fists. She
hadn't realized what her hands were doing, and as she unfolded them they
ached from being balled up so hard. She realized her whole body was tense
and sweating, and made an effort to unwind. How long ago had the video been
made? What happened to the girl in the film? She appeared to be younger than
Crystal, did the man just capture children? He had said ``young girls'' on
the tape. Had he done this many times? Did he kill the girls when he became
tired of them? She couldn't help but consider these thoughts.
She got up for a moment and again looked down at her sore crotch. She had
no pet word for it, she realized. What had the man called it? A ``pussy''
that was it. He had said it needed to heal, when referring to the girl named
Becky in the film; had he operated on her as well? She put her finger down
there again and moved it past the little bump, which was oddly sensitive
and stiff, she noticed. She was slick between the smooth lips and her finger
slid easily through the clean folds of her mound as she sought the secret
hole. She placed a finger tip inside and found to her surprise that her progress
was blocked by what felt like cotton, or gauze. Apparently there was a plug
inside her where the incision was made, which made her feel sick for a moment.
There was no mirror in the room, so there was no way for her to see between
her legs. She thought again of the fat man's member pushing between the soft
red cheeks of the whipped girl's ass. God! That will be me soon, she thought.
What can I do?
There was nothing to do but sit back down on the bed again, avoiding a damp
spot where she had sat watching the film. Crystal unfolded the papers, and
turned the page, reading again the rules for her future life:
``For the first few weeks of your stay with me you will follow this set of
instructions. Later maybe there will be more freedom and favors granted,
but for now there will be only punishment if you fail. You will have the
privilege of decent food only if you have been exceptionally talented in
your role.'' Crystal wondered at the meaning of this, and guessed it would
involve the man's hairy member and her body. She returned to the page, realizing
that she was hungry as well, as her stomach gurgled.
``You will notice two green lights and a speaker above the door. You will
hear a tone on the speaker and one or two of the green lights will turn on.
You then have exactly one hour to prepare for me.''
``One green light means I will not be using your asshole. Two green lights
mean that you are to give yourself an enema. You will sit on the toilet.
You will lubricate the nozzle on the hose with body lotion from the yellow
bottles and insert the tip. You will press the button on the wall next to
the hose and accept all the water that will flow from the nozzle. The water
is on a timer. You will sit with the water inside you until you hear a tone
from the speaker. You will then remove the nozzle and clean the tip with
tissues. You will then eliminate the water from your bowels.''
Crystal read this passage with resignation. She had guessed roughly what
the hose and nozzle were for, but reading it was like walking to the gallows
after being on death row. She felt defeated before she had even been touched.
It was all so clear what lay ahead; the man's thing inside her bottom, thrusting
and grunting until he achieved whatever pleasure he was seeking, chuckling
at her discomfort without pity, reveling in her pain.
``You will then take the squeeze bottle from the shelf'' (she noticed one
with a similar nozzle as was attached to the hose) ``and fill it three-quarters
with water and one-quarter with the soap solution in the blue bottle'' (there
were several such bottles on the wall shelves across the room). ``You will
empty the squeeze bottle into your rectum and will then squat and stand twenty
times. I may be watching, so be sure to squat and stand firmly exactly twenty
times.''
With horror Crystal's eyes snapped to the camera. My God, she had forgotten!
Was he watching her now? Her hands flew instinctively to cover her tiny breast
buds as she stared at the camera. There was no indication that the camera
was on, no red light or sound, so there was no way of knowing whether he
was watching or not. Could he know when she would wake up from the drug-induced
sleep? How long had she been there? She imagined the man was watching her
now, laughing as she caught her breath in realization of the existence of
the camera. She was sure his thing was stiff, waiting for her bottom and
whatever other place he would thrust it into.
She turned away from the camera, and continued to read, sitting on her knees.
If she had known, she might have adopted another posture, because she was
indeed correct. The man was watching her with absolute glee, stroking his
cock in anticipation of her completing the instructions, when he would hit
the speaker and both green lights. Then she would know she had been watched.
In the meantime she was a vision, her soft brown hair draping her back, and
her full bottom stuck out towards the camera.
``You will then sit on the toilet again, and insert the hose nozzle and press
the button. You will wait until the tone sounds and eliminate the water,
then repeat again with just water. You will then shower and wash yourself
completely. You will then dry your hair in a towel and rub body lotion from
the yellow bottle lightly over your entire body. Do not use too much, as
I do not wish the taste in my mouth.'' That caused Crystal to scrunch her
face up again in distaste. The papers went on to describe how she should
use the bidet to wash her pussy, that word again to describe her private
parts, but that she was not to clean the inside until she healed, when she
would be further instructed. ``Failure in any step, such as using too much
lotion, or improperly drying your hair, will result in punishment.''
Crystal wondered at the last sentence. Too much lotion? How was she suppose
to know, taste herself afterwards? She thought maybe he was looking for an
excuse to whip her. She remembered how the man had laughed as he lashed the
girl in the video, and how his member was inflamed. The sight of it rubbing
between bottom cheeks again entered her thoughts unbidden, and she shook
it off to finish the reading. The was only one more page, in the same large
type:
``You will then sit on the bed and wait until I open the door. You will then
walk out of the door and move out of the way, standing with your hands at
your side, your eyes downcast and your legs spread slightly apart. Any deviation
will result in punishment. I will remove the wet towels and replace the used
bottles while you wait. Then we shall begin. You belong to me. Suffer as
much as you like, it's the only choice you have.'' And the text ended.
Crystal jerked her heard around in surprise as a tone on the door speaker
sounded, like a chime. ``Bing!'' Both green lights were lit.
6. Preparation
Crystal realized that the appearance of the signal to prepare herself, just
as she finished reading the instructions, could not be a coincidence. She
was being watched, and involuntarily turned to look into the camera. Blushing,
she turned back to face the wall, still squatting on the bed. She considered
her situation. She was a clever girl, and quickly thought things through.
There was no point in being defiant, she had seen what happened to the girl
in the video, and while she suspected that avoiding punishment would probably
be impossible, there was no point in inviting being whipped. She decided
she would follow the instructions to the letter. There was clearly no way
to escape this cell, but perhaps opportunities might exist outside the windowless
steel enclosure. It was best to be patient and observe, and withstand the
abuse to come without absorbing pointless additional punishment.
Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bed to start the routine, avoiding
looking at the camera, which no doubt was the eyes and ears of the man in
the video. Indeed, the man was watching her intently, his raging hard-on
anxious for contact with the lovely girl. As she sat on the toilet and reached
for the hose, he was amazed at her resemblance to Linda Blair. She could
be her sister, or even a twin, except for the ten year-old body. It went
beyond the facial appearance, it was the look in her eyes and the quivering
lips, which reminded him strongly of the strip-search and shower scene in
``Born Innocent''. God, she was something, he thought, as she inserted the
nozzle and reached for the button on the wall. Look at how calmly she's taking
this, putting a foreign object in her butt without hesitation. She was the
fourth girl in this situation, and the only one to act this way. The others
had simply wailed and screamed and pounded on the door for help. The Becky
video did the trick, he thought, but there was still something about the
girl that made him wonder.
Crystal, aware of being watched, but alone in her cell, had been surprised
at how easy it had been to insert the nozzle, which she had lubricated with
lotion as instructed. It didn't even hurt, and felt oddly exciting. She noted
that the little bump in her pussy (as she now mentally called it) was stiff
and somehow inviting her touch. But she ignored the strange feeling and pressed
the button on the wall. All of a sudden the hose shuddered as it filled with
cold water that began coursing through the nozzle into the bowels of the
young girl. She shivered and cried out in response as the water filled her.
This was no longer interesting or novel, it was flat-out painful. She felt
the water becoming warmer after a few seconds, and it quickly became uncomfortably
hot in her backside. She squirmed on the seat as the water filled her, desperately
wanting to remove the nozzle. Her hands involuntarily reached behind her,
but she willed them away from the tormenting intruder, balling them into
fists in her lap as she gritted her teeth and withstood the invasion.
Just as she thought she could stand no more, the water turned off with a
clunk. The pain was replaced with a strong urge to evacuate. She could actually
feel the water inside her stretching her rounded belly, and began a mental
countdown to the speaker tone that would allow her release. Sweat stood out
on her skin as the count reached 30 seconds, one minute, two minutes. She
twisted and turned on the toilet seat and slapped her hands to her head,
crying and moaning, trying to ignore the insistent signals from her bowels.
Five minutes passed by her count, and just when her tortured mind was considering
disobeying the instructions, the tone sounded on the speaker. She quickly
pulled the nozzle free and the water rushed from her in a long, satisfying
burst. Panting in relief, she flushed the toilet twice as the water filled
the bowl. At last it was over and she sat on the toilet for a moment, gathering
herself. She picked up the nozzle and cleaned the end with a tissue, realizing
with a start that she had failed to follow the instructions, which said to
clean the nozzle first, then evacuate. Would she be punished for this small
violation of the rules? She remembered the image of the girl in the video
violently jerking in her restraints as the man flailed her bottom.
There was nothing she could do about it now, she realized, and got up off
the seat to fetch the squeeze bottle and the soap solution from the wall
shelf at the far end of the room. She filled the bottle with water and the
solution as instructed, and once again invaded her rectum and squeezed as
much of the soapy water into her as she could. This wasn't nearly as bad
as the water from the hose, and once again she felt a sensation in her pussy
that was not recognizable to her. She was not ignorant of the world of sex,
and knew that other girls in the group home played games that involved the
parts between their legs, but it held no interest for Crystal until now.
She remembered the instructions, and counted off the twenty leg squats as
instructed. She supposed they were to agitate the soapy solution in her bottom,
but her attention was again drawn to her pussy, which was now softly throbbing
from the activity. She felt like rubbing the feeling away, but she realized
with a start it was time for the hose and the nozzle again. There was nothing
exciting about the procedure she now began again for the second time, it
was torture.
As she sat on the toilet with the hot water inside, she realized counting
time was stupid of her. It was better to try and turn off her thoughts to
withstand the experience, but she couldn't help trying to count the five
minutes away, which were now endless. Again, she twisted and squirmed on
the toilet seat, and now cries of pain came freely as she beat her feet on
the floor and pulled her hair with her hands. Again, just as her thoughts
turned to ignoring the consequences of waiting for the signal, the tone sounded
in the speaker and she pulled the nozzle free. This time she had the presence
of mind to clean the nozzle quickly before draining her bowels. The man watched
his monitor screen, and a grin of admiration crossed his face as he recognized
her decision. This girl was indeed amazing. Should he punish her for failing
to clean the nozzle first in the initial procedure? He decided not to, it
wasn't fair somehow, not that playing fair mattered. But he admired the girl's
self restraint, and decided that only a real violation of the rules would
result in the caning. That would be the game, to come up with commands that
she would hesitate to fulfill, to push her to the punishment by her own actions.
He stroked his cock as he watched the girl perform the final rinse of her
bowels, enjoying her reaction to the waiting period as she howled and moaned
in pain, flailing her arms and legs and whipping her hair back and forth,
tears streaming from her eyes, which were squeezed shut as she grimaced.
Crystal shuddered in relief as the final tone sounded from the speaker, and
after cleaning herself she sat on the toilet for a time, breathing deeply.
After a minute she started to shower, as instructed. As she soaped her body
and hair, she remembered the instructions to clean all parts of her body
carefully. Her hand reached between her legs and she soaped her pussy lips
and inner parts a little longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling of rubbing
herself there. It felt good, and she realized that she wanted to touch herself
more, but she had business to consider. She still had to dry her hair without
the benefit of a hair dryer, and if she was not finished before the hour
was up, she knew the consequences. Working quickly she rinsed and stepped
from the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel and drying her body. She remembered
the lotion instructions, and reached for the bottle she had used to lubricate
the nozzle.
She squirted a small amount in her hand and rubbed it on her arm. The man
watching her on the monitor laughed out loud as she licked her arm. Look
at that! She had remembered the instructions and was actually carrying out
experiments on herself to see what quantity of lotion could be tasted on
her skin. This girl was incredible. He thought of all the sex acts she would
be required to perform. The other girls had eventually done anything commanded
without hesitation, but only after repeated punishment. The mental control
of the young girl was remarkable. It was after all only an hour since she
woke up in the cell, naked and sore from her capture and hymen removal. He
watched as she applied the lotion to all parts of her body, just as instructed,
even the bottoms of her feet. He laughed again as she struggled to reach
her upper back, but he also noticed that her hands lingered just a moment
or two longer than necessary as she had given attention to the puffy lips
of her hairless cunt. That was interesting, was she sexually excited? The
other girls eventually realized pleasure from the daily rapes and other activities
they had been subjected to, but never voluntarily. He had played games, like
commanding them to cum within a certain time limit or be punished. This girl
was promising to be special indeed, and he considered how to deal with her,
the time growing short before the hour was up.
Crystal now sat on the bidet, facing the wall, and turned on the stream,
jerking back as the cold water hit her crotch. She adjusted the temperature
and moved forward, washing her cunt folds in the stream as instructed, even
though they were already clean from the shower. She then turned her attention
to her hair, rubbing it through a couple of towels and using her fingers
as best she could to comb it through. There was no brush or any other object
in her cell, aside from the soft child's toothbrush with the flexible handle
she had used to clean her teeth, but she knew she must be as attractive as
possible for the man, who was surely due soon. Finally she decided she was
as prepared as possible and sat on the bed to wait. Feelings of despair returned
as the distraction of the physical activity faded, and she pouted and sobbed
quietly as she waited for the door to open.
7. Introductions
The man watched her sitting on the bed, and resisted going downstairs to
the pleasure room he had built. Let her sit for a bit and wait, he thought,
wanting to see her reactions. He smiled as she starting to cry; she's strong,
he thought, but still a little girl. He anticipated her tears as he thought
of the various ways he would abuse the girl shortly. She must be starving
by this time, it had been three days since she was bundled up, moved to an
airport in the back of a rented van and placed in the special holding area
underneath the rear seats of his plane. He was careful to capture his girls
in a city far from his home, as he intended to release them eventually when
they grew too old. He enjoyed reading snuff stories involving girls on the
internet, but it wasn't his thing. Sex and abuse he enjoyed, but he liked
the girls too much to kill them. He was unconcerned with being identified
by the girls. He was wealthy, and lived alone far from the city, rarely going
out. The girls had no clue where they really were, and he assumed the police
would believe the kidnapper was a local man. In any case, he had never read
or heard anything in the national press concerning the three girls that had
been his guests so far. Perhaps the mental conditioning he imposed on them
during their stay had some effect.
He had prepared some food for her, if she was good, a couple of sandwiches,
and a can of dog food if she was bad, but a new thought occurred; let her
really salivate, that will be fun. Laughing, he dressed quickly and drove
to a Burger King at a truck stop several miles away from his compound.
To Crystal the time seemed endless as she waited for the door to open, but
finally it did and the man stepped in. Quickly she got to her feet, and keeping
her eyes down, she moved past the man to stand outside the door, keeping
her hands at her side. She remembered to open her legs slightly as the instructions
suggested. The man marveled again at her self control. She hadn't even raised
her eyes to glance at him! The punishment video clearly was extremely effective.
He replaced the used towels and threw them in a hamper outside, and went
back in the room to strip the small bed.
Crystal heard the sheets rustling inside her cell, and took the opportunity
to quickly look up and scan her surroundings. She was in a large room without
windows, with white walls. She could hear the whir of air passing through
ventilation ducts and guessed she was underground. She realized that her
cell was a partition of the larger room, tucked into one corner. To her right
she saw that the cell door was thick, heavy steel, with several rods retracted
into the edge as locks, like on a heavy safe. Beyond the door she saw a small
kitchen setup arrayed on the short wall between the cell and another door
in the far wall. She noted briefly the counter, sink, cupboards, microwave
oven, stove top and refrigerator. She quickly scanned the door to the larger
room, which had a keypad next to the handle. Clearly the door required a
combination to open. She wondered if there was any chance the door was open,
and briefly considered running to it to check, but that was foolish, she
knew.
To her left she saw a carpeted area, with a king bed, a reclining chair,
and a large couch at the end of the bed facing a projection television and
a rack with various video and audio equipment. She had imagined that a medieval
torture chamber lay outside her door, and this domestic arrangement was a
relief. Her view of the rest of the room to her left was partially blocked
by the walls of her cell, but she imagined the place where the girl on the
video had been whipped must be around the corner. She could just make out
the end of what appeared to be a treadmill and a weight lifting station.
Her attention quickly returned to the objects immediately in front of her,
a circular table with two wooden chairs. But what sat on the table filled
her senses; a sack from Burger King, with the unmistakable aroma of burgers
and fries. Her stomach growled as she cast her eyes down, hearing the man
throwing the sheets outside the door, whistling softly to himself as he worked.
So far he had not spoken a single word to her.
So she was startled as he came up next to her and spoke in her ear, ``hello
Crystal, are you hungry?'' She remembered the reply, ``yes sir.'' The man
again smiled in appreciation at her control, as he ran his hands through
her hair and down the small of her back to her lush bottom. As he squeezed
the cheeks, his cock sprang to attention through the front of his robe brushing
against her side. Her hands twitched just the slightest bit, but remained
still at her side as he probed her anal opening. He slipped his finger inside,
and her bottom tensed up briefly and then relaxed. He smiled again, thinking
maybe she had remembered his instructions to Becky to relax her bottom. What
a mind this girl possessed, to recall such a detail at a time like this!
``Let's see how you did,'' he said as he withdrew the finger and sniffed
it. There was only the slightest scent of soap. He loved to see the girls
pee as they were whipped, but he was not interested in smelly shit, and was
a fanatic about cleanliness when he anally raped his captives. ``Very good,''
he said, as he moved his hand over her tummy and chest.
He lingered to feel the budding pink nipples and pulled at her breast flesh.
There was just enough to squeeze together, and the girl rose on her toes
and gasped as he tugged on her tiny breasts, if you could call them that.
The nipples were perfect, puffies they would be called, he thought. They
were small bulbs of flesh topped by the markings of a nipple, but the skin
was smooth and only crinkled slightly as he squeezed and rubbed the tender
buds. He moved his hands down to her belly again and appreciatively fondled
the soft flesh there before cupping her cunt in one hand, as his other moved
behind her again to mold the butt cheeks. He was thrilled to see that her
clitoris responded to the touch, stiffening under his fingers as he following
the outlines of her perfect inner lips. One girl he captured had too much
flesh there, and he had to cut some away to his liking, but this girl's cunt
was refined and elegant. He squatted in front of her to match her height
and rubbed the head of his cock in her pussy, running the tip over her clit
and pressing into it. All the while the girl stood as instructed, with her
eyes cast down and her hands at her side, a single tear escaping to run down
her round cheek. He caught the tear with his finger and enjoyed its salty
taste.
``I think I better check your operation before we move on, spread your legs
wider,'' and Crystal responded quickly. She had suffered the administrations
of the man in silence, and despaired when he pressed his red swollen member
between her legs. She thought she was going to be raped then and there, and
was relieved when she received the instruction. She moved her feet to the
side and opened herself to the man as he kneeled on the floor in front of
her and spread her pussy lips aside, peering into her opening at the cotton
he had placed there. He got up and went to the kitchen area, and returned
with a bottle and some gauze material in blue paper. He reached into her
and pulled the plug out, and Crystal squealed and grasped her legs with her
hands, but quickly regained her composure. Her pussy burned with pain from
the rude way he had pulled the cotton from the wounded area. She heard the
man chuckling at her discomfort. ``Can't take her medicine, eh? Stand still.''
The instruction was unnecessary, as Crystal had no intention of inviting
punishment by moving.
The man examined the area inside where the hymen had been cut out, and noted
with satisfaction that the wound was healing well, without any sign of infection.
He tore off a small bit of cotton and soaked it in alcohol, quickly inserting
it and tucking in the loose bits to repack the area. The girl hissed and
balled up her hands at the feel of the alcohol on the raw flesh, but again
relaxed and loosened at her side. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, which
were now squeezed shut, and he wiped them with tissue, folded in the used
gauze and threw both into the garbage as she stood and waited. ``Sit down,''
he said, and she moved to the kitchen table in front of the Burger King bag.
He chuckled at her choice of seats. He hadn't told her where to sit of course,
he could have meant on the floor. Her attention was clearly focused on the
warm food in the bag.
He moved to the other chair and sat at the table across from her. ``Before
we begin, you probably have some questions for me, and I imagine you wonder
what will happen to you in the end. You know why you are here?'' She regarded
that as a question and again said ``yes sir.'' ``Good,'' he said, ``very
good. You are a very smart girl, I can tell. Well, you may not believe this,
but after I'm through with you I intend to let you go, relatively unharmed.
Until that time you will be my slave, and will do whatever I say without
hesitation, is that understood?'' Again she replied, ``yes sir.'' ``That's
fine,'' the man said, ``then come over here and suck my cock.''
Crystal hesitated only the briefest of instances before getting up and kneeling
before the man, who had moved his chair away from the table. Suck his cock?
She considered the term he used for his member, which was unfamiliar to her.
What did he mean suck it? She had steeled herself, as she waited on the edge
of the bed for the door to open, to react quickly to any command he would
give. She guessed the man would look for any opportunity to strap her to
the wall and hit her with the thin bamboo cane, and there was no point in
trying to resist. She knew that after the caning was over she would be right
back in the same situation, but after living through the intense pain of
the whipping that she could only imagine. So she knelt and placed her lips
over his penis and sucked on it like a straw.
Unbelievable, the man thought as she placed his cock between her lips. How
could she possess the self control to move so quickly? He was sure she would
hesitate, and had anticipated the fun of grabbing her and pulling her over
to the restraints as she wailed and pleaded and promised to obey. But here
she was sucking him for all she was worth, although she hadn't the slightest
idea how to go about it. He held her soft hair in his hands and instructed
the girl. ``Take it in further, as far as you can, and run your tongue back
and forth over the shaft.'' He wasn't a large man, and the girl easily took
the entire length into her mouth, her lips pressed against his pubic hair.
``Now move your head in and out,'' he said, guiding her head with his hands,
``keep sucking on it gently.'' The girl was a quick study and soon had her
mouth in full motion, back and forth over his cock as her tongue worked around
the shaft and sucking sounds escaped her lips. ``Now cradle my balls in your
hands, very gently,'' he said, and the girl complied after hesitating briefly.
She had to connect to word ``balls'' to his testicles, and was not familiar
enough with the term to do so immediately.
Crystal was in shock as she felt the hard flesh of the man invade her mouth.
Balls, she thought, well, they do feel round, as her fingers lifted and cupped
than man's sack. She was disgusted by the feel of his hairy sex parts in
her little hands, but showed no outward sign. The man's hands were now grabbing
her hair as he moved her head back and forth. She could feel him tense up
and start to breathe quickly. She knew that men squirted sperm from their
things, and what it was for; did he intend to squirt it into her mouth? Would
it be like pee? Did pee come out with the sperm? The ten year-old had no
clue of such matters, aside from the vaguest hints and suggestions of her
friends. There was no choice but to continue, and she turned her mind to
the task.
The man had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was unexpected.
Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he had imagined, and the
pent-up desire was too much. He was beyond the point of return, so he quickly
instructed the girl as she pumped her head in his lap. ``I'm going to cum
now, that means I'm going to ejaculate white stuff into your mouth. You will
keep sucking until I tell you to stop and you will swallow every drop. If
one drop of cum escapes your lips you will be punished.'' The girl slowed
down slightly as he spoke, and then resumed her pace as he held her head
by her hair and flexed his hips upwards. ``Ahhh, ahhh, ungh!'' he cried as
the first gout of cum spurted into her mouth, and several long spurts followed
as he thrust-fucked the girls lips. God! It was almost more sensation than
he could take, but he noted the girl did not react to the treatment aside
from squeezing her eyes shut. He could feel her swallowing as the last few
drops were sucked from his cock. He held her head still and instructed her
to suck gently as he sat back in the afterglow of the explosion.
That was about as good as it gets, he thought. Again he admired the control
the girl possessed, to give ultimate head for the first time in her life,
without hesitation or reserve. He looked forward to the first opportunity
to whip the child, to see her reaction to the reality of what she was fighting
so hard to avoid. But for now, he felt warm towards the girl, and decided
to let her have the food. She had after all performed exactly as required
in nearly all aspects, and deserved the reward. ``You may now sit back down
and eat the contents of the bag in front of you.'' The girl rose from her
knees, quivering slightly as the blood returned to her lower limbs, and moved
to the other chair. Still not looking at his face, she opened the bag and
proceeded to devour the two cheeseburgers and fries, now cold, but ambrosia
to the starving girl. He filled a glass with water and set in on the table
in front of her as he considered the next move. He still intended to fuck
her ass, but it would be awhile until he recovered sufficiently. What games
shall we play, he thought.
8. Games
Crystal was in crisis as the man's cock (as she now called it in her head)
spurted into her mouth as he pulled on her hair and smashed his fat belly
into her face. She couldn't breathe and the cum made her gag, but she had
the will to do as she was told and began to swallow the liquid. Gradually
he slowed down and relaxed into the chair, and she could breathe through
her nose again. It turned out the sperm didn't have any particular taste,
and the sick feeling passed as she lightly sucked on his cock as he demanded,
her hands still cradling the man's balls, as she mentally assigned yet another
new word. She considered that she had the man's equipment in her control
briefly. What if she smashed his balls in her hands and bit the cock? Could
she force him to open the door and escape? Logic told her that the man wouldn't
place himself in this position if he couldn't overcome her, and she calculated
the result for her if she failed. No, she thought, wait until he does something
careless, though she couldn't imagine what he could do that would allow her
to know the combination of the keypad on the door.
She considered these matters as she later ate the fast food, gratefully stuffing
the cold cheeseburgers into her mouth and drinking from the water he brought.
He was sitting across from her now, half naked in his robe, his belly distended
as he seemed to be pondering her fate. She avoided looking at his face. Maybe
if I don't see his face he'll let me go, she thought. If I can recognize
him he might have to kill me. She didn't put much faith in the man's words
about setting her free.
The man relaxed in the chair and considered the next act. He had plenty of
time to enjoy the young girl's ass before her body filled it with waste.
She was empty aside from the new contents of her stomach, watching her as
she finished the last stubs of the fries. Maybe it was time for some posing,
he needed some pictures of her for the fellow deviants he secretly corresponded
with. He was proud of this one, with her unique face and perfect nubile pre-teen
body. Some men liked their children thin and flat, but he had always enjoyed
the chubby girls from the pictures he picked up on the net. This girl was
far from fat, he would say pleasingly plump. Pneumatic was a good phrase
for her fleshy thighs and belly. The cunt was completely bare, and swelled
out slightly, looking somehow lewd. The puffy beginnings of her small budding
breasts were an added bonus for a girl this undeveloped, and her ass was
perfection. To him she was more desirable than any Playboy centerfold or
supermodel.
``All done?'' he said. She returned the ``yes sir'' as usual, hands now folded
in her lap. ``Then let's take some pictures, would you like that?'' ``Yes
sir,'' said the girl, without much enthusiasm of course. The man walked over
to the cupboards and pulled out a digital camera. ``Move over to the bed
then, and sit on it facing me.'' The girl did as she was asked. He took some
lingerie from a drawer that he had tried on her while she was unconscious,
and knew fit her well. He selected a black garter belt and hose from the
selection first. Any girl looked her best in such attire, he figured. ``Put
these on,'' he said as he tossed them in her lap. The girl struggled with
the fine hose, and the man had to help her with the garter clips, since it
was clear she had no idea how they were attached. She stood next to the bed
with her bald cunt framed by the lingerie, and his cock began to stir again
in desire as he played with her cunt lips. She was a vision, demure and sexy
at the same time, as he chuckled, remembering that description from a movie
someplace.
He took a few pictures as she stood, and then asked her to look into the
camera. It was the first time the girl had raised her eyes to him, and he
could tell she didn't want to do it. He knew why, and her eyes jumped as
he told her again not to worry, that if she was good she would leave here
unharmed someday, and it didn't matter if she could recognize his face. She
probably didn't believe that, he thought, but he also didn't care. In any
case, the pictures were fabulous. It was all written in her face, her despair
at her situation. Her eyes were a little puffy from crying and her lips pouted,
and again he remembered the strip search scene from the Linda Blair movie,
and how much she resembled the actress at that age.
He ordered her to kneel on the bed, and he took some shots of her ass sticking
in the air, and some closeups of her cheeks and pussy lips, as they stuck
out from behind. He moved her legs apart and took a couple of shots of her
opening with the gauze plug visible. What will they think of that, he chuckled,
considering what other viewers of the pictures would see. He then had her
lie on the bed on her tummy, and forced her to raise her trunk on her hands
with her head facing the wall, her tousled hair streaming over her shoulders
and arms. It was a perfect position for a session with a tawse or a riding
crop across the girl's ass and thighs, with her legs stretched straight out
behind her in the silky black hose. He moved over to the end of the bed and
took a couple of shots from behind, kneeling on the couch. Now his cock was
back at attention again, and he thought of leaping onto the bed and suddenly
impaling her ass while she was in this position.
Instead he put the camera aside and kneeled on the bed next to her, lightly
spanking her cheeks, enjoying the sight of them recoiling from the hits and
quivering. He ran his hands underneath her and tweaked her clit, which was
erect, he noticed. He again pulled and pinched her little puffy nipples until
she was squirming in discomfort. He straddled her legs and placed his cock
between her bottom halves, sliding back and forth, using his hands to make
a vagina out of her cheeks. He was nearly ready to penetrate her virgin asshole,
but he had plans to get it ready first. Leaving her in position, arms quivering
from holding the pose, he moved off the bed to get some equipment prepared.
Crystal's arms ached from holding her upper torso off the bed while the man
paddled her ass. It didn't hurt too much, and it was obvious she wasn't being
punished. The man was just playing with her, she figured. She almost moaned
when he reached underneath her to play with her pussy. That part of her body
had become the focus of her attention during the time he dressed her in the
hose and belt, as he tweaked and played with her. It was like the body temperature
of the area had risen, and she felt compelled to do just what the man was
doing to her now, rubbing the nub at the top of her pussy lips. She was ashamed
at this feeling somehow, but she couldn't help that it felt good, more than
good, undescribable. She wondered if he had noticed her condition, and cooled
off somewhat at the thought, embarrassed by showing these feelings to her
captor. In any case, his rude treatment of her nipples cut off such thoughts
as she squirmed to hold still while he deliberately caused her pain by tugging
on the tender buds. The thoughts returned as he pumped her ass cheeks, like
the whipped girl in the video. The feeling of his hard, warm organ between
her cheeks was far from unpleasant, and she began to pant very softly.
Finally he quit, and left her alone on the bed, while he rummaged behind
her near the wall area, where indeed she had noted the four loops attached
to the wall, the mini-bidet in the middle, and especially the cane and girdle
hanging from a hook. She avoided looking that way, but she heard him setting
up some sort of stand on the floor, as he fiddled with knobs and sliding
metal tubes. What now, she thought. He came over to the bed and pulled her
to her feet, which was a relief to her arms, and she found herself looking
down at an obscene appliance. It was a black plastic phallus, glistening
with lubricant, attached to the top of what appeared to be a microphone stand,
only it was adjusted to be just about at the level of her waist. She knew
instantly what was to come next.
The man settled back in the reclining chair next to the bed and stroked his
stiff cock while watching her contemplating the stand. He could see she understood
the purpose of the vertical member. ``Impale your ass on the vibrator,''
he said. She hesitated again for only the briefest of seconds before she
walked over to the stand and started to consider how she was supposed to
accomplish this feat. The bottom of the black plastic vibrator was held in
a clamp that was about four inches below the level of her bottom passage,
while the tip was about four inches above. She had to flex up on her toes
to gain the height needed to place the tip near her hole.
Crystal struggled with indecision as she tried to line up her ass with the
object, straining on her toes. It would be helpful if she could reach underneath
with her hands to guide the object into her, but had he allowed her to do
so? She decided that since he hadn't said anything, she was free to accomplish
the task any way she could. She reached back tentatively to grasp the slippery
plastic object, and she noted that the man remained relaxed in the chair,
stroking his member, which had now grown fully erect again, after becoming
small and soft after she had sucked it dry. She supposed that was the next
object to enter her bottom, but meanwhile she was having difficulty getting
the tip of the object past her rosebud, which seemed bent on denying passage
of this unnatural invader.
She hadn't had any trouble with the enema nozzle, but this was much bigger.
It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no to the size of the dildo.
She got the tip lined up with the opening, she could feel that, but when
she tried to sink down on the shaft, her ass refused to open, even though
it was slick with some sort of lotion. She concentrated on clearing her mind
while she relaxed her toes, allowing gravity to force her body onto the object.
But all that resulted was a sharp spike of pain, and she hissed and flexed
back up on her toes.
``Hurry up!'' the man said, as he noticed her response. This was excellent,
the girl was clearly in distress. Why she was unable to insert the vibrator
he didn't know. His finger had easily slipped into her ass just a short while
ago, and while the shaft of the vibrator was vastly larger, she wasn't even
able to get the tip past her rectum muscle. This was getting very interesting,
a possible punishment situation was developing. She squirmed on her toes
and tried to thrust herself on the spike again, with the same results, looking
smashingly sexy in the hose and garter belt. ``NOW!'' he yelled, and she
cried back ``I can't!!'' Shock filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude
of her error. She had refused a command and had spoken out of turn. Her mind
raced to find a way out, but it was too late. The man had risen from the
chair and was pulling her towards the whipping area.
9. Punishment
Crystal had the presence of mind not to protest, as she remembered the result
to the girl named Becky in the video, but she couldn't help sobbing and crying
as her whole body shook in fear. Somehow she knew that the man wanted any
excuse to whip her again and again, and she allowed her left and then her
right wrist to be clamped in what she now saw was a leather band with a buckle,
fixed to a metal ring bolted to the wall. She observed the details almost
clinically, as she could now see below her the inside of the porcelain basin
for the first time, sticking between her legs as the man was rolling the
stockings down, pausing to stroke her full thighs. After un-clipping the
garter belt, he moved to her ankles which were then wrapped in the leather
restraints. The basin was like a small bidet, she noted, with a drain and
a water nozzle above to rinse it clean. It was to allow her to pee freely
while clamped to the wall, she remembered.
Now the man was placing the leather bit between her teeth, a wide pad attached
to straps he wrapped around her neck and buckled tight. She could bite into
the soft, thick leather and not hurt her teeth, as he whipped her ass. The
first girl he had whipped had crushed two teeth as she gritted in pain, and
he had to remove them and replace them with caps to avoid her looking like
a toothless hag. He had a full set of dental equipment available to him,
and books on how to use them, as it was necessary to administer to the girls
if he was going to keep them very long. Filling the occasional cavity was
enjoyable, especially as he had neglected to obtain any pain killer. He found
that the girls became fanatic about cleaning their teeth after the first
session in the dental chair in the basement room outside the pleasure cell.
He also had an operating table, and believed he was capable of removing an
appendix, if necessary. The outside room was a buffer area, as if ever a
girl somehow managed to escape this room, she would find herself trapped
in another, with a door Fort Knox would boast of.
He went to the kitchen and removed the inflatable butt plug from a drawer,
using hand lotion to lubricate the tip. He walked back around the corner
of the girl's cell and paused to admire her quivering form strapped to the
end wall. This was going to be priceless, he thought, and grabbed the camera
to take a few shots from various angles. Oddly enough the butt plug went
in easily as he twisted it into her ass. Why had it been so difficult for
her to take the dildo, he wondered again. He pumped up the plug to seal her
ass, and removed the hose fitting from the end. He wasn't concerned with
her shitting herself, as there was nothing inside her bowels at the moment,
but he enjoyed the routine anyway.
He strapped the girdle to the young girl's ass, which was nearly too large
for the cups that had formed in the material from being strapped so many
times to the bottoms of his victims. The bottom of the garment terminated
in two straps which circled her thighs. Two more straps together descended
from the back of the waist belt, running between the ass cheeks, where they
divided to run outside her cunt lips, then up across her tummy to intersect
with the belly band at the top. When tightened, the garment molded the girl's
ass as tight as a snare drum, and he enjoyed the feeling of cupping her bottom
through the material. The lips of her pussy were smashed together by the
straps, and her neat inner ridges were pushed out in a bulge which he squeezed
between his thumb and finger and then pr
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