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Subject: NEW GIRL IN TOWN (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)
Date: Thu, 09 Sep 2004 14:56:53 -0700
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NEW GIRL IN TOWN (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)
BY L J HANSON
He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old McNeely
house. It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime
adding onto the old house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge of
strangley connected rooms. Others in the neighborhood thought Mr McNeely
was a strange, evil man. He was a loner, but he had been my best friend.
My mother couldn't understand what a seventeen year old boy could have
in common with a decrepit 53 year old man. A man, who by the looks of
it, never went to work. To me, though, he had been my teacher...I was
his apprentice and he tought me some very intense things. More about
what he taught me later. For now, let me tell you about the new girl
that was moving in.
I was looking through my front window, so I couldn't get a really good
look. But she looked pretty hot. My guess was that she was about 12 or
13 years old. She had dark, red hair that fell down in loose curls to
her shoulders. She looked like she was a little tall for her age, but
she didn't look too thin. In fact, the more I looked, the more I liked.
She was wearing a tight pair of running shorts and a Hard Rock t-shirt.
She seemed to have a pretty nice set of titties for such a young looking
face. Nice round, little ass. I could see her hot asscheeks pouring
through the extremely tight shorts, and you could tell that those shorts
wouldn't last too much longer: this girl was still growing - in all the
right places.
I couldn't stop staring at her. But it would only be a matter of time
until somebody notices me, I thought. It was then that I resolved that I
would get to know this sweet, young babe very intimately - and she would
do nothing to stop me. I started making plans.
My goal was clear and direct: I needed to have her under my firm
control. You see, I'm a curious kind of guy, and there was something
about this girl that intrigued me. Maybe it was just those titties, or
that ass, but I knew that I could not sleep well until I had my chance
to check her out completely. And the way I explore is seldom appreciated
by the subject, so a truly thorough job requires severe restraint to
control the girl.
Al McNeely was the man who showed me how to solve these kind of
problems. I first met Al when I was about 14 years old. I was pretty
much on my own at that age. My fucking parents were drunk most of the
time and didn't seem to care about what I did...as long as I wasn't
caught by the cops. Well, anyways, I was looking around the neighborhood
for a house to bust into when I ended up at Al's. I was poking around,
when the back door slammed open and Al came out with a gun. He motioned
me into the house with the gun and said, "Get in here right now, punk.
Or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"
What could I do?
I went in. Al led me to the basement and told me to sit. The room was
dark but I could tell this was no ordinary basement. Al said, "I know
you, kid. You live up the street, don't you...Yeah, I've heard about
you. Think you wanna rob this place now?"
Before I could answer, he said "Come here kid, I want you to see
something. Come on..."
Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a ring from his
belt. The first thing I saw was a girl in the middle of the room under a
pair of bright, hot lights. Her wrists were bound tightly together and
both were pulled up towards the ceiling by a rope on a pulley. Al
basically had her hanging in the air...she was stretched pretty good. I
could see her muscles quivering and cramping with the strain of hanging
from her wrists. Her ankles were secured by straps bolted into the floor
and the spreader bolts had stretched her legs so that her cunt and ass
were completely accessible by hand, dildo or cock.
She was a lovely girl. Al had called her Monica and said she was only 13
years old. She had a very sweet body: a pair of budding nipples, a nice
shapely ass and long, tight legs. She had once looked sweet and innocent
but now she was looking scared and in pain. Al walked up to her and
grabbed her long, curly blond hair in a fist and yanked hard. "Brought a
visitor, baby. He's gonna see a really nice show, too. Remember what
happened last night, bitch! Well, you're gonna get it again and worse!"
Al quickly shoved a long dildo gag into her mouth. She struggled, but Al
skillfully forced her mouth open and shoved the dildo deep until her
mouth was too stuffed to scream. By the look in Monica's eyes, I could
tell that she knew what was coming when Al pulled a long piece of thin
nylon rope out of his jacket pocket . The girl hopelessly struggled, she
even tried shaking her tits wildly, straining to avoid the pain of the
ropes. But Al, like an old pro, deftly grabbed a tit by gripping her
left nipple in a tight vise-like grip and pulling her tit out, away from
her chest. Monica screamed when Al stretched her firm young tit to its
fullest length. Al ignores the feeble moanings coming from the gag and
slowly ties her tit with the rope. He wraps the rope tight, making her
tit bulge out like a balloon. The large, erecting nipple points out
proudly, just begging for attention. And that was one nice thing about
Monica, she had very large nipples - at least one inch long and almost
one half inch thick. Big nipples, perfect for clamping.
Al, however, was tying up her right tit in the same tight bondage.
Monica's new titties were really starting to hurt now. And the poor girl
knew from previous experiences that the pain in her tortured hoots would
only get more painful as time went by. After tying her tits tightly, Al
abused her nipples with sharp clamps. He grabbed a nipple, rubbed
between his fingers and even bent down to suck it once or twice. After
he got it nice and hard, he slipped a sharp-toothed clamp over her nip
and screwed it down. Monica was soon squirming again, as she felt the
awful clamp bite into her tender nipple flesh. Her poor nipple was
severely clamped and almost pierced by the sharp teeth of the clamps. Al
tightened a clamp around her other nipple, even tighter. Monica just
hung there, her teenage tits burning with pain, wondering if the tight
ropes and the severe nipple clamps would force blood out through her
tortured tit-tips.
Al wasn't done with her tits, however. He attached a length of twine to
the end of each nipple clamp and looped this twine through another set
of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. By hanging weights onto the end,he
could force the clamps to slowly starting lifting Monica's tits towards
the ceiling.
With enough weights on, her tits could eventually point straight up. And
the clamps on her nipples were designed to pinch tighter as the pull on
the rope increased. Al stuck a few weights and sighed with satisfaction
as he worked a response out of the poor child. As more weight was added,
her nipples were further crushed by the cruel teeth of the clamps. Her
tits were being pulled up and stretched out. She moaned with agony and
helplessly shook in her bonds. Every move she made, though, only made
here budding titties bounce & quiver more.
Just watching this girl having her tits abused really turned me on. I
could feel a bulge growing in my pants as my eyes took in the sight of a
young girl having her tits cruelly tortured. This was the most pain her
young, developing body had ever felt. And I liked seeing that. I noticed
that Al had been watching closely for a reaction from me. So, to show
him how I felt, I walked up to where the girl hung from the ropes. I
slid my hand up to her tits and squeezed the heavy undersides. I pinched
and prodded the abused tit flesh with my fingers. I let my other hand
slide down her back, from the top of the shoulders down into her ass
crack. I fingered her asshole for a moment and let my hand wander down
even further. I could feel her body shudder from the dangerous grasp of
my hands. I stopped manipulating her breasts and concentrated on the
hairless lips of her little cunt.
I looked over at Al and he just kind of looked at me with a "Be my
guest" look. With his approval, I went into full action. By this time,
my left hand had been rubbing her slickening cunt lips while my right
toyed with her clit. After a little time, Monica, much to her shame,
began to juice noticably. Her pussy was getting turned on from my touch,
even though her tits were still feeling the worst pain of her life and
realizing that her wetting cunt was proof of how much she liked this,
she hung her head in shame.
Monica wondered, "How could I be getting so hot? Here I am getting
tortured by a couple of maniacs, and my body seems to like it!"
Monica may have been surprised, but Al wasn't. He was pretty experienced
with this kind of stuff, and he knew that after a few days of severe
physical pain, combined with a lack of sleep and the added psychological
pressure of not knowing how long she would live, most girls ended up
turning onto the pain. Humans are wonderfully adaptable. Put a young
girl without any experience of hetero sex in an environment of strict
bondage and severe discipline, and she would eventually respond by
learning to get turned on with pain. "If you get em young enough," says
Al, "you can train them to accept anything. And there are plenty of men
in this world who will pay plenty for a well trained young teen or
pre-teen."
As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because he made his
living by training new child sex slaves and selling them to the highest
bidder. It's a great job with alot of percs, when you think about it.
You get your pick of all the sweet meat around, get to abuse and fuck
them repeatedly and then sell them off when you're finished. If you get
a really good one, you can keep her around for a little longer and then
sell her when she doesn't scream as much as she used to.
Monica's little pussy was really creaming now, and my rubbing and
pinching had slowly pushed her beyond a mere wettening: she was softly
moaning with pleasure, and moving her hips against my thrusting hand. I
had slipped three fingers at once into her tight cunt while my other
hand rubbed her clit and fingered her pretty pink lips. She was soon
coming against my hand, but my fingers kept on working while her cunt
flooded my hands with its juice. I kept working on her cunt till she had
finished coming. I could tell that the force of her cum had drained her.
She now hung very limply in the ropes - all resistance was gone from her
little body. The pleasure, along with the pain to heighten it, had
finally broken her independent will. Al and I could now do as we pleased
with her. And we did.
Al walked over to a cabinet, opened it and reached for something in the
back. He had picked up a riding crop and brought it to me. "You handled
her cunt pretty good, but can you give this little slut what she really
needs? I wanna see you whip her, especially the tits. Remember to
concentrate on the undersides of her hoots, that's where they're most
sensitive. Do this and you prove to me that you're ready to join my
little club."
With these words of encouragement ringing through my ears, I took the
whip and approached poor Monica. She hung there senselessly, oblivious
to all around her. I soon changed that, though. My first blow landed
right on the bottom of her little left tittie. The sudden shock of pain
slowly brought her back to life. Her pain and agony intensified as I
directed more blows to her body and put more energy into every stroke of
the crop. She was soon shaking again, with the gag frustrating her
desire to release a really good scream. If she could only scream, she
would be able to release some of her agony. But being forced into a
mumbling silence while being severely abused heightened her sense of
fear, pain and frustration.
I kept whipping her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her
ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her reddening
cunt with the crop for a few minutes. This attack provoked an even
greater response. As the blows fell on her screaming pussy lips, Monica
felt herself starting to feel aroused again. Every now and then, a blow
fell on her clit and even this abuse heightened her arousal. She was
soon coming again as I kept the crop slamming into her twitching child-cunt.
After 15 more minutes of whipping her, my arm grew tired and I put the
crop down. I felt drained myself. I had made this girl come three times
with her tits tied up. I had even abused her cunt severely, but she
managed to come again. What a good little girl, I thought. I couldn't
wait till Al showed me what other things could be done to her. It was at
this time, with my dick threatening to bust through my pants, that I
decided to dedicate my life to the challenge of following in Al's
footsteps. He had no son, and I had no real parents, so it was a pretty
good deal for the both of us. It didn't turn out good for Monica,
though. In his eagerness to show me the tricks of the trade, Al took
Monica into a more accelerated and intense training format. She would be
introduced to new and more painful forms of torture sooner and with more
intensity than the average girl. She would have 9 months worth of pain
in about three.
Al was hungry, so we went to eat lunch in the kitchen. We just left
Monica hanging from the ropes, her tits still tied and clamped. As Al
prepared grilled cheese sandwiches, he told me about Monica's next
encounter. He explained how much electricity can hurt a girl if it's
flowing through her cunt and tits. With a few feet of wire, a fully
charged car battery and some strategically placed electric clamps, you
could have a girl jumping and screaming in seconds. I eagerly awaited a
demonstration of this new technique.
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