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New Girl in Town (MMF, nc)
BY L J J Hanson (c) 1989

***

    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 nineteen 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 taught 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 18 or 19 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 tits - at least a pair of 36D's. Pretty nice set of tits 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 tits, 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 18 years old. She had a very sweet body:a pair of 38-C 
tits, 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 ignored 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 tits 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 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 girl. 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 tits 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 furred 
lips of her 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."
    As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because he made 
his living by training new 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 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 sooning 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 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.
