~Subject: All American Kids 14/15
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All American Kids: Chapter 14
Bethany is Abducted
When Bethany left the school, Megan was waiting for her in the
courtyard. Megan walked over to her and they started to chat.
They took the path through the woods home. When the trail ended,
Megan was torn, she finally decided what to do, "Bethany, you wanna
come over for a while?"
"Sure! Sounds great."
They walked down the street and up to Megan's house. Once
inside, Bethany was taken back by all the beautiful sculptures in
the house. A good many of them were Megan, mostly in the nude.
"Wow! These are beautiful!! Who did these?"
"I did," responded a mans voice, Bethany noticed that Megan
jumped at the sound of his voice. "Hello, I'm Megan's father,
Bill. I'm an artist."
"Daddy, this is Bethany. She's my friend at school."
Megan's Dad reached out a hand and Bethany took it, "Hello
Bethany, it's a pleasure to meet you," and Bethany knew that for a
fact, it was obvious by the way he was eyeing her up and down.
"These are great... maybe one day you'll do one of me?"
Megan shifted uncomfortably as her father responded, "Well, I
don't think your parents would like that too much, since you have
to be naked for me to do it, even though you have an incredible
body for it!" Bethany blushed, "but, I could always do a bust."
"Wow, that would be great, Bill."
"Well, if you spend the night some time, we'll whip one up,
how's that?"
"Great! See ya!"
As Megan and Bethany went upstairs, Bill called out, "Megan,
don't forget to change, sweetheart." Bethany turned to Megan and
saw the girl's face turn scarlet, she looked away from Bethany.
When they got to Megan's room, she closed the door and sat on
the bed and started to cry. Bethany sat down next to her, taking
Megan into her arms, "What's the matter Megan? Come on, tell me,
we won't be able to be good friends if we can't trust each other,
right?"
Megan pulled away from Bethany, looking her straight in the
eye while wiping the tears from her face, Megan stood and turned
around, pulling up her skirt allowing Bethany to see the bruise
that the crop from earlier today left on her naked behind.
Bethany gasped, "Your father did this?" Megan dropped her
skirt and nodded as she turned to face Bethany.
"Yes. My daddy is a professional in child behavior. People
pay him a lot of money to leave both boys and girls with him for
obedience training. It's terrible, some nights all you hear is the
screaming of other kids." Megan turned to face Bethany, and when
she got half way around, Megan cried out in surprise, Bill was
standing in the doorway, crop in hand.
"Daddy, I'm sorry... I needed to talk..."
"Strip you fucking worthless piece of shit!"
Bethany panicked, she stood and yelled, "NO! Don't hurt her,
it was my fault... UUUGGGHHHH!" Bethany doubled over as Bill
expertly cracked the crop across her exposed belly below the halter
top.
Bethany lay on the floor, trying to catch her breath and
recover from the dizziness of the hit. The pain left her head
reeling. Megan cried out and knelt down to help her friend.
"I'm so sorry Bethany, I didn't mean for you to get into...
OOOOOWWWWWW.... UUUGGHHH.... aaahhhh...." Bill opened up, striking
Megan on the neck, and the back of her bare legs.
"I thought I told you to strip!!! Now get naked!!!"
Megan stood and removed her clothes. She watched as Bethany
lay writhing on the floor, gasping from the pain. Bill left the
room and came back with a couple of collars in hand. He knelt down
and wrapped one around Bethany's neck, then stood and placed one on
Megan's neck.
They were constructed of heavy black rough leather and had a
little black box attached to it. On the inside of the collar
behind the black box, two small metal contacts protruded, pressing
lightly into the girl's throats.
Bill helped Bethany up, "Now, stand up you stupid bitch."
Bethany stood, still holding her belly. "Both of you are wearing
dog collars. These collars are used by the military to teach dogs
not to bark. It uses this remote control," he held the little box
up for them to see, "all I need to do is press the button and you
BOTH will get shocked, it will make you unable to breath or talk
for several seconds.
"So, why am I telling you this? If you do not do EXACTLY as
I tell you, I'll zap you with this. Understand?"
Both girls just stood looking at him, not moving or making a
sound. "Have it your way," Bill said, and pushed the button. Both
girls gasped and fell to the ground, hands pulling on the collars
in a grave attempt to remove them.
As they pulled, they got hit with another shock. Bill
explained, "See, if you try to pull the collar away from your
throat, there is a sensor that will send another BIGGER shock to
you."
The two girls lay on the floor choking and sobbing. "Now,
stand up." Bethany and Megan slowly got to their feet. "Now
Bethany, it looks like I'll see you naked after all. Megan, remove
the girls clothes, NOW!"
Megan jumped at his command, she stood in front of Bethany and
whispered, "I'm so sorry, Bethany..." and proceeded to remove
Beth's clothes.
Once Bethany was naked, he attached regular small leather dog
collars to her wrists and ankles, then did the same to Megan. Bill
grabbed Bethany. "Put your hands behind your neck."
Bethany decided to go for it, "You know, it'll only be a
matter of time before they catch you... LET ME GO!!" She said as
she fought against him, but he only pushed the button on the remote
to drop her to her knees. He held the button down, enjoying the
croaking sounds Bethany and Megan were making as their faces
started to lose color.
He finally release the button. Megan was on her hands and
knees at his feet. "Bethany, look," she was slow in lifting her
head, so Bill grabbed her hair and jerked her head up. "Every time
I have to use the collar, Megan will get additional punishment,
like THIS!"
Bethany tried to scream NO!, but all that emerged was a
strained bark, her throat hurt from the shock, as she watched Bill
kick Megan full in the gut.
The little girl's back arched into the air when his boot
contacted her stomach. Bethany couldn't help herself, but, she was
actually getting turned on, if only she could get him to stop
hurting Megan, she was so innocent.
Bill ordered Bethany to stand. She did, her body ached with
every more. When she was up, she placed her hands behind her head
as ordered. Bill attached her wrists to the collar, but her hands
were behind her neck, palms together.
He grabbed Bethany by her pussy hairs and led her down to the
basement. Once in his workshop, Bill sucked and rubbed her nipples
until they were hard and then attached small C-clamps to her
nipples, turning the small crank until the tips of her nipples
squeezed out from between the clamp in little painful purple
squishes.
Bethany was crying from the pain. "Don't cry yet, little
girl, your punishment has only just begun!" he said with a sick
laugh.
He reached up and grabbed a cable. He picked up a control box
that was hanging on the wall and lowered the cable until he was
able place the hook into Bethany collar. He pressed a button and
she could feel the collar pull, knowing she would get a shock if it
pulled to far, she started to stand on her toes.
When she was just barely able to stand on the balls of her
feet and toes, he stopped raising her. He hung the control box
back on the wall and returned to her with a *bag* of c-clamps.
She felt herself begin to panic as he approached. "You're
sweating, Bethany. They say that happens when the human body is
under stress. Megan never sweat when I hurt her, apparently I
never tortured her hard enough, but that's all about to change, as
you will see soon!"
He took a clamp from the bag and placed it on her nose,
closing the clamp until her nostrils were shut, the continued to
turn it until blood started to trickle from her nose.
Bill then grabbed her lips, pulling them out so he could
secure a clamp on them. "Stick your tongue out." She opened her
mouth and complied. He took some cotton and dried her tongue, then
used some canned air to dry it sufficiently. He applied another
clamp about two inches onto her tongue.
She could taste the blood that was trickling from her nose.
As he worked on her, he would occasionally pull or twist the clamps
on her nipples, making her cry out in agony.
Bill reached between her legs and she groaned, her head
thrashing from side to side. "You're a wet little girl, I would
have thought with all the pain you were in you'd fight me a little
more than this. I'll have to make your orgasm a little harder to
achieve."
He picked up a brick and walked over to Bethany with it.
"Let's see, what could I do with this... maybe, I could drop it on
your toes?"
"Uh uh... pwea.. nowa..." was all she could say with the clamp
on her tongue. He teased her with the brick, sitting indian style
by her feet.
"You have such pretty feet," he said as his fingers trailed up
and down the bottoms of her feet. Bethany was crying in full now,
her feet being incredible sensitive. Her body was trembling and
sweat was dripping off her, beginning a puddle beneath her.
Bill picked up the brick and banged it down across her toes,
he was careful to make sure he cut and bruised them, making it
harder for her to regain her footing.
She screamed and lifted her feet, only to realize the terrible
torture that awaited. When her feet came off the ground, she was
suspended by the cable that tripped the collar when her body weight
was full upon it.
Bethany's head was reeling, her body jerking with the pulses
of the collar. She was desperately trying to regain her footing,
but her toes were in agony, she thought for sure they were broken
them as she drifted into unconsciousness.
Later that Evening
Bethany awoke laying on a cold marble floor, her entire body
in agony, but most of the agony centered on her toes. She didn't
know how much more of this she could take. She felt sick to her
stomach. How long was he going to do this to her?
Feet appeared in front of her. "Hello, slut." It was Bill.
Bethany didn't realize how bad her head ached until he spoke.
"Well, you're almost finished!!"
She was untied, and when she looked at him she realized that
he was pointing at a new statue. It was of her, naked. It was
beautiful. He helped her up and she hobbled over to it. She
reached out to touch it surface.
It was cool and smooth, smoother than her own skin.
"There's only one thing left to do now, before you go." He
took her by the hand and led her into a back room in the house.
There, in the middle of the room was a life sized statue of a man
on his back with a huge curved erection protruding from it's groin.
She turned and looked at Bill as Megan walked in. She kissed
her father and walked up the to statue and stripped, revealing her
welt covered body to the both. She straddled the statue and
lowered herself onto the huge clay cock.
As it slid in, Beth became excited and, kneeling between his
legs she pulled his cock out and sucked him, watching out of the
corner of her eye as her new friend fucked the statue, her head
thrashing to and fro, her little hands on the chest of the statue,
fucking like no tomorrow.
As Megan threw her head back and screamed in orgasm, Bethany
felt Bill's cock swell in her mouth and then he emptied the largest
load she ever had in her life!!! She felt her cheeks fill, then
empty as she swallowed only to get another mouthful of his hot
steaming jizz.
And then it was Beth's turn on the statue. She did exactly
what Megan had, only she was unaccustomed to such a huge cock
inside her. Thanx to Megan's juices, it made it easier.
Megan got on her hands and knees in front of her father and
got fucked up the ass by him as they both watched Bethany climax,
her cum juices dripping down the huge hard cock inside her.