The Zoo, part 2
by Jake Baker (claims to have written)

2: Through the one way glass Mike sees a young girl, eighteen or
nineteen, lying on the floor. She has permed dark brown hair. Her only
article of clothing are two small earrings. She is tied to the floor
in the shape of an X, wrists and ankles bound very tightly. Mike can
see they're going white from lack of blood. She also has a dog-collar
on, from which a leather leash rests on the floor by her.

There is a man in the room with her. He has on jeans and heavy
workman's boots and a flannel shirt. The girl is ungagged and seems to
be pleading with the man.

"The girls Tina. She was a local highschooler. She was the friend of
that mans daughter. But the daughter committed suicide after eight
years of rape and torture at the hands of the man. he's an engineer,
by the way. when she died, he was very horny. That cunt there came
over to console him, and he took her..."

By now, the man was carefully tying roped around the nude body of the
teenager. It was a complicated tie, with may loops and turn-arounds.
Finally, he ended with two more loops, lifting up his daughter's
friend's tits to tie a loop around their bases.

For a moment, he just stood looking at Tina. He smiled broadly.
Reaching down, he stroked the whores face. She tried to turn away, and
he smacked her. He grew angry, then passive.

There was several feet of lead from the end of the tie around her left
tit. The man took it and began to pull. He placed one booted foot down
between her breasts to keep her on the ground, and began pulling up
harder, stretching the rope out hand over hand.

Mark saw the ingenuity of the scheme. The knots surrounding her
breasts tightened; with more force than the man tugging used. As they
tightened, the teenagers budding breasts began to swell. Tina's face
became pained.

Mark couldn't believe the man could get the knots so tight. He pulled
and yanked and struggled until the rope loops were only one inch in
diameter. This forced Tina's tits to swell obscenely, each becoming
almost as large as her head. Tina's mouth opened wide and her head
lolled to one side. She moaned shrilly with the pain.

When the man was done yanking on the ropes, he tied the last of the
slack to a nearby hook, so that Tina's tits got no respite. Then he
surveyed his handiwork, and smiled broadly. Before leaving the room,
he kneeled down, lifted Tina's head up. She was drooling, but he stuck
his tongue deep into her mouth anyway.

Then he left. Samual commented, "The man's going on vacation for a
week. When he comes back, Tina will still be here, still be his. We'll
feed her bread and water once a day, and a few of the slaves will be
forced to lick up any shit of piss."

Mark snickered, "But isn't that.. cruel to leave her alone all that
time, strung up so obscenely."

Samual answered back matter-of-factly. "Yes it is. So I think I'll
send someone in the whip her tits tomorrow..."

They left that window. Mark looked back at the poor moaning girl, her
small tits big as balloons. He laughed a little at the thought, then
hurried to catch up with Samual.

3: The next room held another blond, a little older than the rest. She
might have been thirty. But her skin was still smooth as silk. Unlike
the others, she wasn't bound or naked. She was standing in the middle
of the barren room, looking slightly frightened, but very upset.

"She's new," explained Samual, "freshly kidnapped today. You see, this
guy's young boy wanted a pony, but he couldn't afford one. And his kid
wasn't satisfied with toy horses. Then he was walking the mall today,
and he noticed her, and as he said 'I realized with this cunt I could
kill three birds with one stone: I could give my son a pony ride,
satisfy my cock, and teach the whore pain for being so hot!'"

Mike could see how the pony metaphor had struck him. She was dressed
up like a cowboy. She had the wide-brimmed hat and leather vest
showing off her silky arms. She had cowboy boots on and cut-off jeans.

Mike got a boner just looking at her, "what's this ones name?"

"I don't know," Samual admitted, "let me call Hank, our in-taking
man." He buzzed an intercom on the wall. I buzzed static, than a man's
voice saying "What?" in the background. Mike could here loud moans and
screams in the background. The cries sounded young.

"what's the cowgirl's name?" asked Samual.

"Heather." said the man curtly and hung up.

"What was going on?" asked mike.

"Oh, that? We abducted five junior high girls today, but the buyer
didn't show up, so I let Hank have some fun with them. Very pretty.
I'll let you see them later -- if Hank doesn't mutilate them too
badly. He likes faces. Hitting, slapping, cutting, cumming-on,
whipping, doesn't matter to hank as long as it's the face. But look,
something's up with Heather..."

He turned on the mic. A voice came over the loudspeaker inside the
room. "Take off your clothes, fucking pig!" The lady trembled but
didn't move.

Then jets of hot steam shot out of vents in the wall. She was struck
by them, and she gasped in pain. They were hot!

"Take off your clothes, bitch, now!" The pretty blond still didn't
comply, so more hot steam was vented. She tried to run from the steam,
but it was everywhere.

This kept up for several minutes. At one point, Heather cried out, "Go
to hell!" for this, she was blasted with super-hot steam for almost a
minute. When it was done, there were burn marks on her arms and face
and legs. She was weeping now, trying to cover her pretty face with
her arms.

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOU'RE CLOTHES, WORTHLESS PUSSY!"

Slowly, she complied. Some more hot steam spurred her on. She took off
her hat, letting her straight golden hair fall to her shoulders. Then
came her boots and socks, leaving her pretty feet bare. Trembling, she
removed the vest and her tits came free. They weren't large, but
full-grown with tiny hard nipples. She blushed and cries as she
removed her jeans and panties, leaving her totally bare. Her ass was
smooth and shapely, her cunt small.

For the transgression of forgetting to remove her earrings, more
super-hot steam was applied. She shrieked when it touched her bare
pussy. Reminded, she tore off her shell-fish earrings and tossed them
aside. Then she stood trembling, covering herself with her hands.

A slot in the door to the room opened and something was thrown in. It
was a huge dildo, a foot long and four inches wide, with a foot of
horsehair at one end."

"PUT THAT IN YOUR TIGHT ASSHOLE, SLUT!" naked Heather cringed away
from it, but super-hot steam forced her toward the dildo. Her flesh
was beginning to glow bright red.

"ARE YOU DEAF? JAM THAT DILDO ALL THE WAY INTO YOUR ASS!" Weeping,
Heather picked up the dildo. It was huge; the slut must only have been
five foot five.

"SPREAD YOUR ASSCHEEKS AND SHOVE IT IN."

Heather managed to whisper, "please ... no... " but more hot steam
baked her. Sobbing uncontrollably, the small blond woman bent over and
strained behind her to put the dildo to her puckered hole. Mike
noticed the dildo had many bumps on it.

Though she tried for many minutes, heather couldn't force the huge
thing into her bunghole. Samual chuckled as she tried, squirming in
all different ways. Finally, the man waiting to give his son a
horsey-ride on the kidnapped slut said

"SIT ON IT BITCH!"

Hesitatingly, she squatted over the dildo and let herself down on it.
She was still sobbing in humiliation and shame as the tip of the huge
plastic penis started to split her open. Her small red lips opened and
gasped air as she sat further and further down on the dildo. Her tears
of shame turned into tears of pain as inch after thick inch of knobbed
dildo sunk into her.

when she was fully sat on it and it could invade her asshole no more,
she collapsed onto the floor, her breath ragged, making the cutest
little squeaks.

But another object was thrown into the room. This was a bit and lead,
like for a horse. Again the man demanded,

"PUT THE BIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND STRAP IT ON TIGHT!"

Agonized, se crawled over to the bit. Mike smiled looking into her
face. It was covered with tears, her lips trembling, eyes barely open
with the pain of the huge dildo, dragging its tail after her.

She fitted the bit between her teeth and strapped it to her head,
locking her hair in place like a mane. Done, the man said,

"NOW FACE AWAY FROM THE DOOR, SLUT, on hands and knees!" the poor girl
turned slowly, painfully away, and did as she was told. Then, finally,
the door opened and a father and son walked in. The little boy, no
more than five, asked, "Is this my pony!?"

The father, proud, handed the boy the suffering bitches cowboy hat and
a riding crop as Heather trembled on the ground. "Yes, son. Ride her
as much as you like. If she's not going fast enough, use the crop on
her ass. Matter of fact, I'll give you .50$ each time to crack it on
her ass."

The boy looked concerned. "But won't that hurt her?" asked the boy.

His father smiled and lied to him, "No son. Horses don't feel any
pain. If you hear her make sounds like she's in pain, she's just
thanking you for being a good boy. Now, see if you can get her to
thank you really loudly!"

But the boy needed no encouragement. He jumped on Heather, his
horse's, back and started whacking her ass-cheeks, spread wide by the
dildo, rapid-fire, saying, "Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"

When the animal didn't move, the boy again looked concerned. "Why
won't my horsey move! I don't think she's well..."

"Of course she is son. Let me just talk to her..."

The father kneeled down by heather's head, he eyes tight with fear and
pain. again he lied, "Give him a good ride, bitch, and we'll set you
free." Her fear-clogged brain registered the statement as true and she
began slowly, painfully, to crawl around on all fours, moaning into
the bit.

"Faster! faster!" the small boy cried, really punishing her ass with
the crop. The faster the blond moved, the more painfully the massive
dildo in her ass hurt, but the kid just kept beating her, until she
couldn't tell what was worse, the dildo or the continuous cropping.

Alarmed, Mike asked Samual, "You aren't really going to let her go
after this, are you?"

Samual laughed, watching the suffering pretty blond struggle vainly to
crawl around the room, "No! what a silly thought! once we have them,
we have them forever. As it should be, a woman that hot will never see
daylight again. I like this one. I'm a tit-man, myself, and I wonder
how this cunt would look with hot needles shoved through her tits."

Both of the men smiled at the thought, then left Heather to be a pony.
This morning, Heather was happy with the thought she had the day off
from work, thinking of all the wonderful things she was going to do.
But she would never do any of those things again, because several men
were wondering what they were gonna do with her...

4: She's already tied up, the brunette is. Long, curly hair, nice
brown eyes and a pug nose. A hockey puck has been inserted into her
mouth and is held there by clear tape; it makes her cheeks bulge out
comically.

She is dressed, but not very. A red bra still cups her small
wedge-like breasts; she is also wearing a red belt and red stocking.
Her feet are bare. Two ropes are tied around her body, one above and
one below her breasts, and reach back over her arms, which have been
cruelly tied together at elbows and wrists, and doubly tied to the
back of the chair she is sitting on.

Her knees and ankles are similarly tied, the ankles roped to the
underside of the chair. Finally, there is a tight roped about her
waist, and a rope strung to this, going through her pussy-lips.

"Her name's Deborah. She was a clarinet player for a small community
college a state away. This man saw her play there, got turned on by
her, and we kidnapped her right from her bedroom."

Deborah hadn't been struggling before, but as soon as the man walked
in, she began to fight and wriggling in her bonds, glaring at the man
with hate.

"How do you like the rope in your cunt, bitch?" the man snarled at
her, "like the pain you gave me in my crotch when I saw you." Debbie
moaned softly into the gag.

"You're gonna pay for that now, bitch..." He took a knife and sliced
open her bra, freeing her small tits. As he ran the edge of the knife
over her nipples, Debbie shuddered and squealed. The man screamed at
her, "I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT, BITCH!!" and smacked her
face with the flat of the knife. Debbie whined again, so he smacked
her again.

>From a nearby table, he took a long barbed needle. He grabbed her
nipple and pulled her breasts away from her body. Debbie screamed into
the gag, and the man roughly plunged the needle into her stretched-out
tit- flesh.

Debbie proved not very tolerant to pain, and she passed out after the
fifth time the needle pierced her. The man sighed, and sat down to
wait for her to regain consciousness.