JB's Captive Stories

Just sitting there, almost numb to the humiliation and pain, but not quite yet...

She once had a name, but it was unknown now to any man or woman in this place. Now she was known only as 747.

It was a short form for her full inmate number of 07471. A number she now had branded into the side of her thigh and across her right buttock.

That long number burned into her ass was hidden from view as she sat dead center of the prison compound. Sitting there under the hot glowing sun and watching it go up and down, day after day, was all she could do.

This was her spot after all…This was the ‘cell’, in this overcrowded prison full of female political prisoners, that the sadistic Warden had given her. 

A spot of dirt she could sit naked in and cower on as the numerous guards went about their business, making sure not one woman in this place never felt a moment of relief from the agony and humiliation inflicted on them.

She wanted to reach up and tug on the thick, rough steel that dug into her neck. Steel that made her chin stay perched up and the muscles of her neck ache and sometimes burn as she tried to swallow and breathe with the cruel and unnecessarily thick cast-iron thing bolted snug around her neck.

But her hands were useless as they were equally secured in inescapable thick steel cuffs. Her shackled hands were then attached to a steel plate and cuff assembly that secured her ankles tightly together.

And to add to her misery and sense of futility, her thick neck sealing collar was then attached by heavy links of unbreakable chain to a steel post mounted deep into dirt of the prison compound. 

No locks available on it to release her, unless the collar was unbolted, which had not been done yet in the many weeks since her incarceration. She had given hope of ever having her neck released. She had almost given up hope that she would ever be allowed up on her feet again.

 The entire movement restricting combination of steel shackles, stocks, collar and connecting chain meant her freedom was limited to embarrassingly shuffling her bare ass around in the dirt of the prison’s large yard if she wanted to change her position under the hot blistering desert sun. 

The highly restrictive restraints meant she had to struggle and earn any tiny bit of movement. It meant trying to bounce her utterly naked body on her bare ass and trapped feet if she wanted to move even a just a few inches around in the dirt…And all in full view of the watching lecherous guards.

Her back burned under the day’s hot sun. But worse was the fact that the heat and sting from yesterday’s gratuitous whipping was still there in her sunburned back. She sobbed as she sat there and she heard the sound of approaching guard boots. 

She suddenly shrieked as one of those heavy black boots kicked her in the side. The steel toe of the black boot squarely impacted her already heavily bruised left tit. Then the entire boot sole pushed hard into her side and she screamed as she began topple over.

But toppling over in this scenario was a nasty and cruel thing to do to her. The heavy neck chain from the post to the back of her collar was so short that it went taut the moment she would topple over.

With no slack in the chain, no chain left to allow her to lay on her side in the filth around her, the collar would of course begin to cruelly choke her, even before her shoulder or side hit the ground.

The cruel combination of having her wrists and ankles also chained to her neck meant she had no free hands to stop the fall, no way to use her legs to hopefully easily upright herself. 

All she could do, as she was struggling to breathe, the thick collar almost strangling her, was to claw her bare feet into the dirt, wriggle her ass and shift her shoulders so she could attempt to upright herself.

She was crying and yanking wildly at her wrist and ankle steel bindings. She was almost successful at up righting herself when the big size 12 boot of one of the taunting guards pushed into the side of her teary face. 

With a slow determined force of his boot sole into her cheek, he pushed her back over as she continued to beg and scream.

The screaming and begging cut off once again as the collar dug into her throat and the neck chain stopped her body from totally titling over into the tear and piss soaked dirt.

Her vision became blurry as the air in her lungs began to evaporate. The collar was doing a bang-up job of choking the daylights out of her. Then she felt a large hand fist her short, chopped off hair. 

That massive strong hand gripped a mass of her filthy hair and tugged painfully on it, but the action did up right her back into a sitting position. And much needed oxygen was able to pass through her gasping mouth and into her lungs.

“Why look at this pathetic inmate, she knows her place. She’s got her mouth all wide open and welcoming me…I guess I better accept.” Roared one of the four guards who had arrived to make her life hell.

He quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect cock. His hand was still in her hair, and her mouth was wide open and still gasping for air as he let the precum wetted head of his cock slide over the tip of her nose and then all across her upper lip. He tilted her head up and asked down at her,

“Hey bitch, I just saved you ugly ass from spending the afternoon fighting to not be strangled…So you want to thank me? Or do we repeat yesterday’s whip snapping fun?”

Just then, unseen by her tear clouded eyes, one of the guards still hanging out behind her, raised the bull whip up high so he could deliver a nasty howl inducing crack of the whip across the sunburned red marks already disfiguring her back.

It was just one crack of the whip, but for her it might have been twenty, the pain was that intense and mind breaking. She began to scream up at the guard,

“LET ME THANK YOU! PLEASSEE! PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK…PLEASSE LET ME SWALLOW YOUR COCK…PLEASSSSE!”

“Well… if you’re gonna ask like that…Then by all means…suck away inmate!” was his laughing, loud response.

So she strained at her collar. She strained her face and limbs to move her mouth to the tip of his cock so her sun parched lips could totally encase his blood engorged large penis head. 

Just a slight forward shift of his hips and half his dick disappeared into her accepting mouth. Her eyes shot open and she began to gag as he forced his hips even more forward and his cock even deeper into her gurgling mouth.

He released his grip on her hair and while the other three guards all watched with grinning and anticipation filled faces, each of them now working to free their engorged cocks from their grey guard trousers, this guard took a firm grip on the sides of her head.

“All right, inmate! We know you like sitting out here and choking down spunk to relieve the fucking boredom…So let’s see you swallow some pile driving cock. Let’s hear you choke and gag on some big hard dick as I skull fuck the daylights out of you…Because what else are you good for… rotting away out here?”

His skull fucking of her was just that, a brutal deep throating that had his guard belt buckle hitting her forehead so hard that her crinkled forehead bruised and even bleed.

The second guard was no less rough or violent. In fact, he finished off his spunk eruption in her mouth by then griping her hair and holding her face in place, so he could piss into her semen filled mouth.

By the time she was onto the third guard she was now sobbing and groaning, with her just pissed in mouth now full of most this third guard’s rather dangling hairy scrotum. 

“Ah nothing like a good ball cleaning with a useless slut’s greedy mouth. You’re doing a fine job there, inmate, glad to see you’re learning some new skills in this place. Now let’s get you slurping and swallowing on the main deal!” he bellowed.

He slapped the side of her face and gripped the hair on the top of her head. She rocked side to side on her bare ass as he pulled up painfully on her hair.

Her hands, stuck in steel down at her feet, fisted and then opened to claw at the dirt as his entire cock violently rushed into her mouth and his wet saliva coated balls bounced off her semen dripping chin.

She could barely see her eyes were watering so badly, and she could barely breathe due to the amount of guard cock blocking her throat.

And when this guard’s last hot shots of spunk made her choke and she tried to swallow the  last load of his cum, she blinked through her water filled eyes, not entirely sure of what she was looking at. It just seemed like a wall of hairy flesh

The fourth guard in the group didn’t even let her have to time to catch her breath as he backed up his hairy bared ass into her face. 

He had pulled down his guard trousers to his thighs which had the other three guards bending over in fits of laughter, as he said,

“Forget about cleaning a set of dirty balls, inmate! I need to have me ass good and cleaned…Now stick that slutty inmate tongue into my butt crack and start cleaning away…Lick me up all good and we promise not to whip the shit out of you…this time.”

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Some 30 to 40 minutes later when the horrific abuse, both physical and mental, appeared over, she let her head hang and she sobbed. The chains and shackles of her strictly limited position bit into her skin as she cried.

It didn’t matter that the four guards who had so brutally degraded her, still surrounded her. Bawling in front of these men and many others, had become the norm in her life of imprisonment in this nightmarish facility.

The sun continued to beat down on her. The piss on her feet, hands and thighs had almost evaporated. The semen on her face, shoulders and back, and even in her hair had quickly began to crust up under the hot sun as she was forced to sit there. No hope of moving away to some forgiving shade possible.

It was then she lifted her head and she pleaded out through her cracked lips.

“Please…please can I go inside…Can I be in a cell…please? Can I suck on your cocks…inside?”

She begged up at the four guards surrounding her. She was shaking. She was trembling so badly that all her chains were visibly shaking and rattling.

One of the guards stared down at her with a puzzled look on his face. Then he sneered at her. A sneer that she had seen once before, and in an instant she regretted ever having opened her mouth.

He reached down to his belt for his radio. He brought it up to his face and triggered it to talk as he turned to face the glinting glass windows of the guard tower.

“Hey Warden, so inmate 747 is demanding to leave the compound… Seems like she wants the privilege of having a nice hard cell floor to piss, shit and sleep on.”

There was a loud squawking coming from the guard’s radio and then a stern female voice. Terrified, poor inmate 07471 quietly shook her head from side to side. She hadn’t demanded anything, she had only begged, but that wouldn’t matter…she knew this.

“You tell that skanky little whore that no fucking inmate ever asks me for anything, let alone demand shit!. You’d think after the weeks she has spent sitting there and watching, the ungrateful cunt would know how to behave. She really that brainless?”

The guard chuckled and then asked inmate 07471, “So bitch, you really that stupid? You so fucking dense you would ask the warden for something? For anything?”

Sitting in the dirt, her tears mixing with the guard’s semen splattered on her anguished face, she shook her head and mumbled a succinct, “No Sir…that’s… that’s not right…”.

Then the guard’s radio crackled to life again. The Warden’s voice could be heard from it and also from the giant loudspeakers mounted on the guard tower.  Her shrill and pissed off voice echoed off the high razor wire topped walls of the compound.

“And punish the insolent cunt! Whip the shit out of her for having such a loose mouth! Though I am surprised she could still use it after watching the way you horny bastards stuffed it full of cock…and balls. That was entertaining for all of us up here in the tower.”

Her shoulders sagged and her body shook even harder in fear as she listened to the cruel words of the sadistic warden.

It was true, her mouth did hurt. Her lips were dry and bruised from the punishing action of the four large guard dicks having pumped back and forth into her captive mouth. Her jaws ached from having kept them open for so long and for such a violent period of thrusting. 

And of course the putrid taste on her tongue, from having been forced to lick the last guard’s sweaty dirty asshole, before he turned around and then ejaculated heavily in her face, that taste had barely left her mouth.

“How many lashes does this pathetic inmate deserve, Warden?” asked the guard into his radio.

The reply out of the radio and speakers was instant, “Twenty lashes for the disrespectful whore!”

He grinned down at the shivering and now sobbing prisoner. His response to the Warden’s threatening tally of lashes, making 07471’s head shoot up. A look of intense terror crossed her face.

“Twenty? That’s all? I would think 30 or 40 would be what she deserves for having the audacity to talk like she did? You getting soft on us, Warden?”

The reply from the Warden was instant again and full of a mix of humor and sadistic eagerness.

“Well then…by all means, give the sniveling bitch what you think she deserves. And I am delighted to say that even from up here in the tower I can see she’s scared shitless and regretting she ever opened up that cum filled cock cavity to complain! What a dumb cunt!”

The last two words said by the warden disappeared under a shock wave of an agony filled scream echoing around the prison walls. For behind inmate 07471, one of the guards had already picked up the bull whip and had decided to deliver the first skin ripping lash of leather across her back without any warning.

He raised the whip up high as she cowered there still shrieking and waiting in terror for the next strike of the whip to shred her bare back.

“How many are we giving the disgusting whore?” Asked the guard holding the whip up high.

That senior guard winked down at her cowering  and trembling form. In reply he said, 

Welcome to the world of Doctor Berringer…A highly regarded plastic surgeon with an incredibly dark and twisted secret 

Story #2

Dr. Berringer’s phone buzzed on his desk as he sat in his office chair going over patient files and his latest round of overpriced billings. Being a world-renowned plastic surgeon meant he could charge whatever he wanted…and he did.

His phone buzzed again and he decided to glance at it. He smiled and said to no one but himself, “Oh yes…feeding time. Need to keep this one good and healthy to heal up before step two.”

He got up from his chair and headed to the secret door hidden behind his bookcase. A door that he was the only person ever to return from. For the others who had either been dragged through it bound and struggling, or semi-conscious and stumbling, it had been a one way trip to this point.

He walked the long hallway to the last set of doors that lined it. He turned and opened the door to his right that was simply labeled ‘#8’.  Striding into the unfurnished and brightly lit room he announced joyfully, “Feeding time, my sexy proud, big tittied, legless whore!”

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A rattle of chains welcomed him and some loud deep snotty grunts. The rattle of steel was from the chains hung from the ceiling. Chains that connected to some steel cuffs bolted tight around a set of wrists. 

Those wrists were tugging and thrashing about at the steel that secured them. Tugging at them as desperately as those rapidly paces snotty sobs sounded. 

The sound of all the physical desperation and panic that his arrival had created made his dick harden instantly in his trousers as Dr. Berringer came to a stop just inside the door.

There in front of him, arms kept aloft by the steel rings and chains, sat a heavily breathing, naked woman. She was sitting there on her bare ass and looking as distressed as one could imagine, since she had no legs to run away from the horrific situation she was in.

She previously had legs, like any normal person, up until a month or so ago. Now she was minus both legs, her right one freshly removed. The amputated stump still covered in bandages and healing slowly.

 Her terrified eyes, pouring out fresh tears, looked up at the grinning doctor. Then she began to moan out a series of sounds that would have been pleading words for mercy if she had been able to talk.

Instead, her words were nothing but indecipherable sounds. Nothing but mournful sounding moans and groans. She was strictly gagged with a leather device that the good Dr. B had created himself. It was a large panel gag that had a mouth filling appendage a good 5 inches deep and 2 inches wide. 

The most important part of the gag though was the tube protruding from it. The feeding tube. It entered the middle of the large rubber voice silencing appendage and then exited into his bawling victim’s throat.

Her chest was heaving as he walked over to her. The steel bar diabolically fastened to her tits was bobbing up and down as he side stepped the various objects lying there on the stained cement floor, dead in front of her abused body.

Her splayed open stumps she tried to close as he approached her. Her swollen pussy ended up remaining fully in view as he kicked at her inner thighs and he sneered down at her with some obvious anger on his face.

Dr. Berringer pointed down at the super thick and chunky dildo perched on the floor. His voice was stern as he asked,

“How the fuck did you get that out of your cunt? I thought that was wedged in there pretty damn snuggly when I left you yesterday!”

The woman’s water filled eyes looked utterly terrified as he reprimanded her. He rubbed his chin and then stated matter of factly, “Time to feed your sorry ass.”

In her watery eyes one could see the mounting distress as the good doctor produced what looked like a full toothpaste tube from his pocket. It was very similar in shape and size except it held his own recipe of much needed nutrients. 

These were the nutrients needed to keep his many helpless victims alive so he could modify their captive bodies to his liking. It was an easy way to keep their bodies sustained and functioning while they healed up from his cruel and twisted doctoring.

Especially the ones who tried to resist eating. The ones who thought they could starve themselves to death before he cut into them any ghastlier than he already had…and disfigured them in ways that they could not begin to believe or comprehend.

This woman had been one of those few fighting hard against him in the early days of her confinement. Trying hard to resist any food he offered her or tried to force into her mouth.

Now she was jerking her head around as Dr. Berringer grabbed at her feeding tube. When she wouldn’t settle down, he smiled and pulled another tube from his pocket. This one was already partially squeezed out.

Her snotty gagged sobs and her head thrashing came to a stop. Then her head did a kind of slow-motion side to side ‘no’.

“That’s right, you remember this stuff from a few days ago? This Carolina Reaper Pepper paste? We put it on your genitals, and you lost your shit… for hours! Hell, I think your pussy is still swollen from it. I bet you even feel some nasty ache down there still? That was some seriously hot shit!”

He lowered the tube down between her spread stumps and bumped the hood of her clit with tube’s loose cap. Both her legs stumps twitched, and her pelvis seemed to want to draw itself across the floor, asway for his hand and the burning pepper paste.

“So, do I need to rub a few drops onto your soft sensitive labia, and maybe your clitoris…again? Or are you going to a be a good legless whore and let me inject some important nutrients into your sexy body…what’s left of it.” He chuckled loudly.

She nodded slowly and tearfully. She was now utterly compliant. No head thrashing to be seen. He tossed aside the skin burning hot paste and he brought out the full tube of homemade feed.

He stuck the squeezable container of feed paste onto the feed tube running into her mouth and he began to squeeze. He watched with delight the feeding tube fill up with the nutrient rich sludge he had created just for her.

“That’s it…Let it ooze down your throat.” He said as he sent pump after pump of the very liquid paste thru the feed tube and into the gag.

He grinned as he watched her throat muscles work to swallow it. Her trapped hands were fisted above her head and he could see her stomach muscles working too.

“You know, I should tell you what’s in this healthy and protein rich concoction. It’s full of all kinds of good healthy ingredients, from basic yogurt, blended up fruits and high-performance athletic protein powders…Plus the best protein of all. The protein from my balls!”

His victim’s eyes flew open and she seemed to choke on the latest pump of liquid food he sent into the tube. Her chained wrists jerked and her eyes started to water. Her reaction though became more distraught when he added,

“That’s right, every tube of this live giving sauce you’re choking down has at least four or five of my copious ejaculations swimming in it.  And of course along with all that sperm ready for you to digest, there’s a healthy dose of my urine to water it down.”

He squeezed the tube of food hard enough that nothing was left in it. But he could see that the feed was not moving deeper into her gag along the feeding tube. Her eyes at this point were bulging out of her head and her color was going from pink to purple.

“Come on, you dumb whore, swallow now…Don’t let it back up…It’s good for you!” He demanded. 

Then with a sigh he grumbled, “Okay…you had it coming.”

He reached out and grabbed the steel bar that connected her ring pierced tits. He had put this on her for a purpose, and he had really only used it on her once… so far.

Her head was thrashing side to side, and she was making all kinds of desperate sounding high pitched noises as he lifted the bar up, and along with it, her legless torso. 

He watched with delight her nipples and tits distend upwards. Stretching up in a way what he knew must be incomprehensibly painful for her as the stubs that had once been her legs, lifted clear of the piss stained floor.

He held her in the air, her cuffed arms flailing about and trying to grab his hands. Which is why he next told her,

“We really need to get rid of these also. Yes, your hand jobs are okay. But I think making you into a truly limbless whore, one that can be dragged around easily by her nice firm tits, that should happen sooner than later.”

With that sick statement of what he had planned for her, he lowered her back to the floor. Her gagged shrieking the positive response he needed to know she had unwillingly, yet successfully, swallowed down all the important nutrients in the feed tube.

The shrieking and wailing, the intense look of anguish on her tear-soaked face, was of course caused by the fact that Dr. Berringer had just lowered the poor legless woman down onto the horrific looking fat dildo.

The weight of her slowly lowering body, still suspended torturously by her tits, made the huge phallic apparatus disappear slowly, inch by inch, up inside her sex as he expertly lowered her cunt down on the thing. 

When the thing fully disappeared up inside her painfully stretched open channel, the good doctor lowered his mouth to her ear and over her incessant gagged shrieking told her,

“Next time…after I have removed your useless arms, here and here…” He chuckled as he pointed at the black marker line dotted around each of her upper arms, 

”I will lift you up by this ingenious bar I have attached to your tits and I will tote you around a bit…before mounting you in the ass with this thing…I bet it will fit…But it just might be a little more painful for you than anything you’ve ever experienced, as you flail about on it, limbless and unable to ever escape it as it impales you…and keeps impaling you… for as long as I wish.”

Standing back up and letting out a big sigh of satisfaction and arousal, his sadistic words having made his dick ready to burst, Dr. Berringer pulled his dick from his pants, fisted it, and he began to pump.

His pumping action, not having to take long to get a sizable spraying result. A hot white liquid result erupting from his balls and then out his fisted dick that shot onto the thrashing about woman at his feet. 

A nameless woman, who in her extreme and distress loaded panic wasn’t even registering the hot sticky cum splattering on her flailing about hair, gagged and grimacing face, and her tortured chest. 

A mess of male ejaculation that she didn’t register soiling her captive body until Dr. Berringer was long gone and her panic had receded down to just a level of constant sobbing, tearful despair and acceptance that she was not in control of anything…that only he was…And it was a control on a level that had easily just broke her…mind and body.

And when she next saw the door open for his next grand entrance, being force fed was the least of her worries, for in his hand he held a syringe.

It contained the drugs he used to knock out his unfortunate growing group of victims. Drugs that allowed him to easily drag them back to his secret surgery room and perform his sick operations on.

He caressed her arms and ran the sharp point of the syringe all around her pierced and distended nipples, sometimes giving them a poke with the super sharp tip.

It would elicit a rather nice, gagged shriek and shudder of her body. And after a few more pokes that left small beads of blood on her tits and tears streaming out of her tired and utterly distressed eyes, he offered her one last thing.

“So, you whiny legless whore, one last hand job before we make these arms of yours disappear? Come on, I know the last memory you want of ever feeling anything with these near useless hands is to feel some big meaty cock!”

When he jabbed his freed erect dick at her fisted and shaking hands and she didn’t comply with his desire for her to jerk him off, he then said one thing…and it made her instantly grab his dick and begin to pump.

And the one simple statement that had her grasping his dick and pumping it like mad…was,

“Okay…no hand job…no tranquilizers…I will just strap you down and bone saw my way through your arms while you are fully awake and conscious…Experiencing every painful second of having your arms cut away from your body…It may actually drive you insane…it did to one defiant young bitch I had the fun of de-limbing while she was fully conscious…Do you want to be the next?”

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Shipping a freshly sold chunky one…

Under the thick hood her incessant screaming had stopped, but she was by no means content with the cruel and sick situation she was stuck in. 

Under that hood she was still in a terrified panic as she had lost all control of her life at the hands of this group of money loving and depraved perverts. 

Kidnapped and enslaved, that’s what was happening to her, no matter her wishes. And they let her know that from the minute they took her and threw that stifling vision blocking hood over her head.

Under that thick black leather hood, she was distraught and desperate. So eager to plead with anyone if they took that horrendous ball out of her mouth and the light blocking thick hood off her overheated, sweaty head. 

Her shackled hands kept tugging at the belt they had locked around her thick waist. The stiff steel belt dug painfully into her soft supple flesh. 

The tugging of her cuffed wrists, which were locked to the sides of the over tightened thing, only made that cutting feeling of the belt into her waist more pronounced and more painfully uncomfortable. 

But she couldn’t seem to help herself. Trying to struggle in her bindings at times so she could find some flaw in them, so she could escape this horrific situation, was all she had left it seemed after hours kept like this.

And the extra set of cuffs trapping her arms behind her wriggling back, just above her elbows, meant that she had very little freedom of movement. Next to none really as she lay there on the floor, for the most part naked, shaking and unsure of what they would do to her next.

Every now and then as she lay there breathing heavily through the two little nose slits in the leather hood, she would shudder as a faceless calloused male hand would find a part of her exposed body, and it would squeeze, pet and usually grope without any care of what she might think.

She had been stuck on her side trembling and lying on some wooden platform. Left to lay there for hours and hours now. Blind to the world because of the hood, but still able to hear, unfortunately.

It was a leather hood that had been forced over her head the moment they had snatched her in that poorly lit parking lot. A hood that they added a large jaw aching ball gag to the moment they had flung her into the back of some large vehicle.

 A hood and a gag that then stayed on for every second of the time she spent having her skirt and panty ripped off. Her favorite red top yanked up over her tits in a frenzy by the lust filled men. Men who then did take a few seconds to slice up her bra with a knife and finally rip it off.

A hood and gag that stifled her pleading screams for help and meant she couldn’t see the faces of the many men who held her down, who braced themselves over her, so they could force their stiff excited cocks in between her thighs and give her a “Welcome to the slave life fuck!” As one whiskey breath man said before ramming his rock hard thick dick so hard into her she thought she would black out.

A hood that became her tiny intense prison as after the multiple violent violations in the moving truck, she felt them bind her ankles, cuff her elbows and add the cruel waist belt. 

But they weren’t done with her yet. Not when there was that much ample MILF ass on display after they rolled her over and the stared down at her freshly stripped backside and thick thighs stuck together.

That’s when the group of men decided that this time… it would be fun to take her from behind as she lay utterly defenseless in the back of the truck.

Some six hours later and with as many stops as hours taken along the way to continue using her body, the truck arrived at some unknown destination. 

At the business end of a painful cattle prod, she was unloaded from the truck. Then she had to force herself to wriggle her bound feet in a sick and near stumbling dance into the unseen world of a covert sex slavery auction house as they kept shocking her cum covered ass and bite mark decorated tits.

Forced to stand, freshly collared neck chained up to an unseen metal post, she was ordered to slowly spin on her toes and present her ‘Chunky but highly fuckable ass’ for inspection.

She had no idea that a live feed of her predicament was being broadcast out to a number of watching deviants and sadists who didn’t mind paying for a thick chunky thing like her, as long as the price was kept reasonable. 

A price kept low compared to some of the other young sexy product that was forced to march through this place. Because after all she wasn’t anything special, just a nameless middle-aged woman soon to unwillingly become a sex and degradation old slave whore.

She did finally hear from a deep male voice speaking into her leather covered right ear. Words and sentences that sent her into an outright panic.

“You sold, bitch!...Pretty damn fast for a chunky one like you…And for more dinero than most of you chunky cowlike ones go for. You sold for twenty-six grand…Imagine that. I think it was your fine torturable tits that made you sell so quick! Ya, they’re a bit saggy, but nothing a set of tight-fitting steel tit rings can’t perk up!”

Unseen to her, as she stood there with her neck chained up high to that post she couldn’t see, the hands of this male voice pushed up even higher the snug red top she had been wearing when taken.

Those large hands then covered each of her generous tits…and they squeezed and kneaded them. 

The unseen man dug his large strong fingers in hard. Then he pinched at her nipples, working them over until they felt hot. Then he added full twists, just to make her head start to thrash and some snotty sobs escape the hood’s nose holes, all so he could be amused.

After what seemed like minutes of this unwanted manhandling of her breasts, she squealed around her mouth blocking gag as he begn to slap upwards into one and bounce the breast in his large palm.

Squealing and shrieking under the hood, she next heard him say, “Your new owner also paid to have these bouncing boobies properly encased in steel choker rings…and of course branded, before shipping.”

A pair of large thumbs then rolled over her two sensitive nipples as he added,

“So when you arrive at his place, he’ll have little to do before doing lots of nasty shit to your precious tits. He wants to see us burn in some select words on your body and tits… and choke these two breasts in steel, live…So we’ll be streaming that for all our clients too!...Now let’s start with the snug steel bands that will choke these saggy tits into nice round balls of tit flesh…gorgeous tit balls that will be ready to beat and whip!”

That process made her start the bout of screaming and head flailing that would go on for hours. 

Every time they strapped a belt around her body or limbs, every time they tightened one of the steel rings around her throbbing tits, every time they branded another permanent degrading letter into her flesh, her screaming would amp back up again to a pitch that even the staff of the slavery ring was surprised by. 

A continuous frenzied panic from under the light blocking and voice silencing hood that would only come to a halt after they forced her to stumble along in the dark to the shipping dock.

There in her suffering pain hazy state, they kicked her feet out from under her, and they made her lie there degradingly naked and bound on some sort of wood platform. 

Her belt bound ankles chained and padlocked to a corner of the wood. The nipples of her aching and abused tits, peaking in the cool incoming air of the back alley. 

After hours of lying there and unable to escape this all too real nightmare, and listening to them further discuss the sale of her body and shipping arrangements like she was nothing, just a piece of meat. 

A sick and disturbing feeling that was re-enforced when the dreaded moment came and she heard the men rumble,

“Time to drag your plump ass onto a delivery truck. You ready to head off to your new life as a sex slave whore for some horny bastard who thinks you’re just his purchased piece of fuck meat?...Because bitch, that’s what you are now.”

She shook her head violently trying to scream around the gag that she wasn’t a piece of meat…that she wasn’t a sex slave…that was illegal…this was immoral…and just plain wrong. 

But of course nothing came out but an unintelligible cacophony of desperate female grunts and groans. Groans that morphed into loud shrieks and screams as she learned what the tit bondage allowed the controlling men to horrendously do to her.

She felt the chains being attached to the inside of her almost painful tit rings. She heard the ‘click’ and then felt the braided steel cable being attached to that short length of ‘tit chain’ as one man called it.

He let her know that’s what it was called as he growled down over her and his hands locked all the metal together in between his groping of her balled out tits and needless hard pinching of her puckered sore and throbbing nipples.

Then the tugging began. The cruel and painful pull that flooded her chest and made her shriek in agony and mental distress, as some unseen man picked up the cable and like the leash it really was, he began to pull her body around…and the wheeled slab of wood she lay on.

The knowledge that what she lay on actually had wheels and was used to drag around bound up and newly sold sex slaves, just hitting her now as she heard over her own screaming one of the men laughingly say,

“Let’s take your hooded chunky ass the long way out of here on this sled…A nice tour of the facility so we can show you off to all the other cunts stuck in here and waiting to be sold. It should go a long way to making some of the more obstinate leaning ones fall in line and bend to our will.”

And then they wheeled off…Our gagged and hooded, nameless captive being painfully pulled along by her suffering tits, on ‘Slave Sled #2’. Her screaming and sobbing quite loud for one being so well hooded and securely ball gagged.

An enslaved young things crotch rope torment.

Joanne strode into her dungeon looking all the part of a domination loving, sex starved mistress. She had on her favorite thigh high black leather boots and nothing else. She slammed the door to the dungeon shut and then turned around with a smile.

“Hello little one…did you miss me?” she giggled

Joanne’s large tits swayed as she took the last few menacing steps over to the shivering and whimpering thing she had just addressed. The teenager was sitting there naked and trembling in front of a small square steel door in the wall.

The wealthy Joanne had only had this girl sitting there naked and in chains in her secret basement dungeon for just the last 24 hours. Their delivery only had taken place the morning before. 

So with work demands and other social engagement priorities, Joanne had only been able to oversee the delivery and the storing away of her latest purchases. 

But now, later into this lovely evening after a hard day of socializing and tending to her business interests, she was free to enjoy what she now owned. And she planned to do that with sadistic vigor and gusto.

The poor girl was drooling constantly out of a large hole in the thick leather panel gag that covered most of her lower face. Her eyes poured out new lines of thick tears as she wriggled there on the floor sitting on her nicely toned small ass.

The thick chains behind her back, keeping her wrists and collar connected, made a large clanking sound as she tried to cower away from Joanne’s approaching black boots.

The girl couldn’t say a word clearly as the gag acted to also keep her mouth forced open. Her jaws spread achingly open by the couple of inches of tube that protruded back inside her young mouth. 

But Joanne could look down and happily see that girl wanted to beg, to plead.  The young things scrunched up forehead, and her pleading eyes, told the commanding older woman so. It made Joanne’s pussy twitch and heat.

The girl began to squeal as Joanne reached down and began to finger the single nipple ring that the syndicate had given the young thing after ‘acquiring’ her. Joanne licked her lips and tugged lightly on the freshly pierced nipple ring.

“Yes, your tits are small…not big like that other set of nicely tied up ones.” Joanne said as she rapped on the small steel door with her knuckles. 

Then she added, “But they still look lovely…And I am sure you’ll grow into them…All while I own you…That will be a nice thing to observe over time.”

Reaching around she grabbed the nameless girl’s ratty ponytail. It was matted up with what Joanne knew to be the dried up cum of many a man working at the syndicate. Joanne knew she would have to hose down this little creature, sooner or later.

Joanne wrapped the ponytail around up in her fist. The girl’s tear-streaked face rubbed up against the small metal door, and she seemed to be trying to scream into it as Joanne began to tug upward.

The increasingly aroused Joanne, with her other free hand, grabbed a thick leather paddle off the wall. Then she yanked on the girl’s hair and with a deep almost male like growl, she yelled down at the terrified teen.

“Come on, enough hanging out down there. She’s not going anywhere…ever. Now it’s time to get your adorable small ass up and over to that padded bench. I paid a small fortune for you two, and now I want to enjoy the best part…Your tight snug teenage cunt!”

In no time at all she had the girl’s bare hips slamming into the side of the padded bench. The custom made furniture sort of resembled a shrunken down gymnastics vault and could be used in a variety of ways, keeping Joanne’s covertly purchased toys in a variety of depraved and useful positions.

Joanne kicked the girl’s bare feet apart until they were spread as wide as the lengthy base of the bench. She gripped the girl’s wriggling hands firmly at the wrist cuffs and then she forced the girl to bend over.

She kept pushing down on the middle of the squealing girl’s back. Forcing and holding the girl bent over the bench. She then let the girl know,

“You stay the fuck bent over this bench, you hear? Or this will happen a lot!”

The ‘a lot’ was followed by a loud crack of leather on skin and then a deafening shriek. Joanne raised the leather paddle up one more time and then cracked it across the girl’s small yet perfectly shaped ass. 

The next gagged shriek of pain sounded even louder than the first one. Joanne bent over the girl, her bare pelvis and upper thighs rubbing up against the girl’s red and heated bum cheeks.

The red skin felt so wonderfully soft on Joanne’s skin as she asked the girl, “Are you going to stay bent over that bench, like an obedient little slave slut? Or do I need to pound your ass with this paddle many, many, many more times?”

The girl’s head bobbed up and down. “AAHHG…AWHHGG…AWHHGG.” She kept howling and gurgling through the gag. It was the poor gagged things best pronunciation of ‘Yes’ and it made Joanne’s pussy clench.

“Good! Now I am going to tie your feet off to the corners of the bench. Can’t have you kicking out at your new Mistress…when I am pile driving into you later…can we?”

Confusion at Joanne’s words spread all over the young woman’s face. Even more confusion appeared on her face at the touch of Joanne’s lips to her hot stinging ass and the girl felt Joanne loop rope around each of her thin ankles.

Joanne kissed a path back and forth across the girl’s red banded bum cheeks. And when she had finished knotting the ropes she ran both her long nailed hands up and down the inside of the girl’s shining white and ultra sooth inner thighs.

She even took a second to tweak the girl’s small hidden away clit and then she rubbed two of her long fingers back and forth through the softest flesh she had ever felt. 

The fleshy pink rows of this young captive teen’s sex, gliding under fingers made Joanne dream up her most twisted idea for a punishment yet.

But she wouldn’t tell the girl. No, first she would use the girl in the way she had been dreaming about since she saw her up there on the auction stage, still in her vacation swimsuit, crying, shaking and looking utterly distraught.

When she pulled her fingers away from the bent over and ankle tied girl, Joanne was pleased to hear a pitiful little moan. 

It could have been a moan of humiliation, or grief, but it also sounded a lot like someone who didn’t want the fingering of their soft pussy to stop. Either way it all made a supremely horny Joanne very happy.

Joanne then reached up the wall. There on a simple clothes hanger hung her leather reinforced panty. Joanne took them off the hanger and then stepped into them. She tugged them around her pelvis and signed at the feeling of the soft leather backing on her mound.

The entire time the bent over teenager was watching Joanne from the corner of her eye. The teen was making panting noises and her forehead was scrunched up in severe confusion, until Joanne picked up one last thing. 

Then the captive, ankle bound girl with chained hands flailing behind her back, began to scream and try and kick her ankles free. The sight that she was witnessing was causing her well-deserved panic.

The hard rubber thing Joanne had in her hand was a good 8 inches long and looked remarkably like a man’s penis. The poor girl’s mind was correctly on track as she watched Joanne twist and mount it to her leather underwear.

Joanne then placed her hips and the phallic instrument in full view of the terrified girl’s screeching face. She gripped the girl’s collar and ponytail to make sure she could direct the tip of the strap-on fake cock; a couple inches into the girl’s stuck open mouth.

The thing fit in perfectly, since it also had been designed to insert into this gag. To eventually screw snuggly into the gag’s mouth entrance so it could not be spit out.

Joanne had to use all her strength to hold the bent over girl steady. The girl’s thrashing about was more powerful than expected, but it calmed when Joanne simply stated,

“You want me to stick this cock into your cunt dry? Or do you want to at least put some of your own natural mouth lube on it…before I fuck you with it? It’s your choice sweetheart; I will gladly fuck you with it dry or wet…Just know that you are getting fucked hard with it…no matter what!”

The bug eyed teenager realizing the sick truth of her sadistic new mistress’ words groaned and nodded her head. She held still as Joanne pushed the thick thing into the hole in the gag.

“There sweetie, slobber on the thing, tongue it like some boy’s dick back in your high school. I am sure a girl with such a plain looking face and flat chest like you, must have had to lick and suck on a few dicks to get noticed by those teenage boys…or maybe teachers?”

Joanne chuckled as she pushed the dildo deeper in and the girl began to retch and cough. It wasn’t even four inches in yet and this made the evilly smiling woman think about what she had planned next. 

Though for now, she just wanted to screw the fake cock back onto the panel on her leather reinforced panty and fuck this bent over girl, good and hard. Which is what she did moments later.

Holding the girl’s cruelly cuffed and chained hands firmly in the middle of her bent over back, Joanne lined up the phallus mounted to her own mound and she pushed forward. The first inch of the fake dick finding a lot of resistance at it tried to breech the girl’s inexperienced slit.

The screams coming out of the girl’s stuck open mouth made Joanne toss her hair back and groan in deep satisfaction. She pushed her hips forward with an added a grunt and was rewarded with looking down and seeing over three quarters of the length of the dildo plunge into the girl’s cunt. 

Feverishly aroused by the sight of her strap-on dick driving into such a pristine young pussy, Joanne drew the long stiff thing fully back out of the girl’s pussy.  

She gripped further up the bent over girl’s taut neck chain, waited a second, and then she rammed her bare hips back into the girl’s naked backside as she gripped both the neck chain and the back of the girl’s snug collar.

It made a loud flesh on flesh slapping noise that was in milliseconds abruptly drowned out by the freshly impaled girl’s howls of shock and agony at being fucked so brutally. 

All of the strap-on fake cock was now buried inside ethe girl’s very tight slit…Then Joanne began to repeat those pull outs and slam ins, all at furious speed.

…not much later…

Joanne was standing there in front of the bent over girl who was sobbing pathetically and rolling her head about. Joanne was bracing herself up against the wall, both her hands busy in bringing about her own climax.

She had deftly removed the strap-on, but instead of discarding it she was pumping it up into her own cunt. One hand pumping up and in, her other hand rubbing her own clit. 

In seconds she was shouting and cursing as one of her most intense orgasms ever flooded her body. It took many long moments for the surges of pleasure to ease and when they did Joanne’s view was straight down onto the shocked looking tear-stained face of the still bent over teenager.

“That was amazing…You are such a good fuck! Shall we do it again?” Joanne asked as she waved the cunt soaked dildo around in the air.

The girl’s head began to shake about. She was pulling violently at her ankle ropes and trying vainly to upright herself off the padded bench. She was yanking so hard at her cuffed hands stuck behind her back that Joanne thought the girl might rip the skin off her own throat.

Which is why Joanne slapped the girl’s panicked face so violently, the girl seemed stunned for a second.

“Is all that useless messing about just you trying to tell me, ‘No’ ? Oh my, you are still a stupid little cunt aren’t you…well then, let’s have some really interesting fun if you don’t want to get fucked right now!”

Joanne quickly tied a rope from one of the thick wooden basement pillars to another. The rope sagged to within a few feet of the floor, which was fine for now, as Joanne bent down and untied the girl’s spread legs from the bench.

The stern woman, hiding her grin, gripped the back of the girl’s collar and forced her upright. She shook the girl and then forced the young thing to turn and stagger a few steps, the ropes still tied around her ankles and trailing after her hesitant small steps .

“Step over the rope. One foot on each side.” Joanne demanded, “Now don’t fucking move!”

The girl stood there, her small and barely A cup chest and her brand new single nipple ring heaving as she sobbed and continued to be on the verge of once again freaking out…for all the right reasons.

That’s when Joanne yanked on the rope where it was tied through a metal hoop bolt mounted on the wood post, all fully in view of the girl’s confused and then shocked looking face.

The coarse rope running between the girl’s small feet lifted up high and went taut, but not before looking like the rope was literally slicing up and through the girl’s lightly haired mound. 

Her trapped hands fisted behind her back and began to tug futilely on her steel collar.  Her eyes grew huge as Joanne stood beside her and her long fingers began to massage the flesh of the teen’s mound right where the rope disappeared into the apex of her smooth bare thighs.

“Oh… I bet that is super uncomfortable. I bet it feels like your young pussy is getting sawed in half by that very rough rope…Doesn’t it dear?”

The girl’s head nodded rapidly in agreement. Fresh tears were pouring from the corners of her eyes as she tried to stay up on the balls of her feet.

Her water filled eyes continued followed the movement of Joanne’s other hand as it threateningly approached the girl’s gurgling mouth hole with the slimy pussy slickened dildo.

“That’s right, get ready to taste some vile cunt covered strap-on dick. Get ready to choke on some fake dick that has both my and your own cunt juices well smeared on them…It’s a taste you’re going to have to learn… to love…as you become one of my favorite sex slaves.”

The girl’s loud scream was quickly snuffed out as Joanne stuck the long dildo into the gag hole that kept the teen’s mouth always open. Pushing it in and then turning it around a few times to make the threads catch and lock it in, Joanne had the thing stuck in the girl’s mouth in seconds.

The reaction was everything Joanne loved about lording over a young female. The girl was gagging and hacking. Joanne could see the poor thing’s throat muscles convulsing.

 Her ponytail was flying around as she tried to shake her head and shake the thing out of her mouth. Her eyes would clench shut and then fly wide open as the taste of pussy filled her mouth for the first time and she tried to swallow and breathe.

“You’ll get used to the taste my dear…You’ll have too! Considering how many times I will fuck you…And eventually, how many times you’ll find your face buried in my crotch, lapping at my pussy….Which will be a lot…every day…I promise!”

Joanne grinned and leaned into the side of the girl’s teary face. She took a long lick up the side of the tear path on the girl’s quivering left cheek, and then she told her,

“You can get that horrible thing out of your mouth, but on only one condition, which you have to work for!” Joanne literally giggled into the side of the panicked girl’s young face.

“See that little bell on the post? You have to ring it…Just straddle the rope and make the short walk to it. Wriggle your adorable cute ass over to the post…give it a knock with your nose or this lovely protruding gag…and I will take this monstrous putrid tasting thing out of your mouth as a reward.”

The girl’s distraught eyes glanced back and forth between Joanne’s eagerly smiling face and the bell hanging only a few feet away. With a snotty sob and a huge visible gulping around the thing almost blocking her throat, she took the smallest hesitant step forward, still up on her toes.

It was just one step, one small step on the balls of her feet, but it made the girl screech behind her gag and her eyes clench shut. The rope burn on her pussy, being way more excruciating than she had expected. 

The girl was panting and trying to stay up on her toes. Every time her feet started to collapse the rope cut up into her sex and sent her into a shrieking fit. 

She had frozen on the spot now, her chained and cuffed hands grasping at nothing behind her back as she looked determined to stay on her toes. 

She was blinking rapidly and concentrating on trying to alleviate the taut rope pressure cutting up into the flesh of her tender soft sex. This made Joanne smirk and then reach for the thick leather paddle she had used previously on the girl’s young firm ass.

“You will walk…You will take the steps needed to ring that bell. Otherwise my dear, I might spend the rest of the day doing this.”

Joanne, to the girl’s shock, smacked the taut rope with the paddle, just inches from the poor girl’s rope severed mound. 

The ensuing vibrations rocketing up through the girl’s pussy made the teenager squeal and then shudder on her toes. Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head as Joanne swatted the rope again and again.

Sometimes the laughing woman slammed the paddle into the rope downward, but then sometimes upward. She was laughing almost manically as the poor teen was shrieking around the dildo stuck in her mouth and also trying to take the tiniest steps forward along the rope.

Every step was a painful one. Every step the teenager managed to take, hurt and burned deep into her core. It was like her most private sensitive parts were being rubbed with sandpaper and split with wire.

She was frantically trashing her head and wailing profusely as Joanne let up on the paddling and she put her hand around the girl’s throat, right above the steel collar.

“I am going to leave you be now, just for a little while my dear. So you can study your predicament and figure out how you can finish your task…and please your mistress.”

Joanne took two of her long-nailed fingers and then rubbed them at the girl’s rope split slit. She rubbed and followed the coarse rope through the girl’s red and now swollen folds. She sighed as she felt the heated and abrasion tortured rows of flesh. It was making Joanne’s pussy dampen to the pint of dripping again.

“And if the bell rings, which I hope you achieve, I will hear it… I have this dungeon mic’d and wired up, so I can listen to you suffer from anywhere upstairs. It makes for a wonderful way to masturbate at night, listening to my sex slaves mournful sobs, their despair laden moans and sometimes, pain filled wails….Anyways, yes, I will hear you…I will know.”

The girl’s face look horrified as Joanne turned to leave. A horror that turned into outright eye clenching, deep snotty sobbing panic as Joanne told her one last thing.

“And if you don’t ring that bell, Yes, I will replace that throat tickling dildo with that throat blocking monster on the floor…after I fuck both your holes with it…Yes, both your cute cunt and pretty bumhole.”

Joanne pointed at the phallic monstrosity laying on the floor. It was inches longer than the one currently stuck in the suffering girl’s mouth.

“And after it goes back in your mouth…so you can choke of the taste of your own ass…Then you can go back in there. Your ankles chained up to your wrists and your naked body squashed into that tiny four foot by two foot, stifling pitch-black hole in the wall.”

The stern and almost scowling Joanne growled as she then kicked at the steel door with toe of her thigh high leather boot.

“It will be a tight fit, with you know who stuck in there… But I can let you spend the rest of your teenage years stuck in there, bare sweaty skin pressed tight to the bare hog chained body of your fat assed groaning mother. I am sure she’s enjoyed listening to what I have done to you, since I bought you both! It was so special to finally purchase a mother and daughter.”

Bikini bound horror…preparing her for training

Getting sand in her coochie was no longer her biggest worry. It was more the small yet powerful device he held in his right hand, and the dangling steel ring he held in his left.

“Come on! Shake them titties for me, slut! You think I grabbed you off the beach just to have you sit here and look stupid…stupid yet fucking hot! I must say, stuck in all that rope.” He pointedly barked down at her.

He then jabbed the handheld device into her nicely rounded cleavage and let loose a robust number of loud painful snaps of the tool across the fabric of her bikini top. 

When the sparking tip of the tool slid under the fabric shielding her right breast, moving the fabric aside, he accurately delivered a sparking snap to the very tip of her nipple.

She screeched into the many layers of sticky duct tape sealed over her mouth. Her cruelly bound legs, ropes biting into her, bound together thighs and ankles, and even her knees, strained and pulled at the steel bolts they were cruelly and obscenely tied to.

The ropes kept her legs splayed wide open, her sex ready for him to reach down and play with, which he already had taken the liberty with once. Once, after she came too from whatever he had used to knock her out at the usefully quiet beach.

…

It had been a long groping of her sand peppered pussy that ended with her shrieking into her tape gag and thrashing madly at her ropes as she watched him drop a set of pliers and some long sharp needles down on the piss dampened cement, right between her rope ensnared legs. 

Then he left her alone to shiver and stare at them as he took care of other things, like cleaning out the van and making sure everything for her enforced long stay was ready.

He left her long enough that she even degradingly pissed herself. A sobbing and crying result that was due to her beach side drinks and of course her unbridled new level of fear and shock at being abducted and bound so brutally.

…

Her abductor pulled back the red handled tool to let her tape gagged screams subside. Then he asked again, 

“So…you gonna shake them beautiful tits for me…or what? Or do you want me to stick this into your sand filled slit and see how badly we can really make you wail? This sucker can spark up a dirty clit like you wouldn’t believe. Just ask any of the cunts before you!”

She let out a snotty loud sob and bobbed her head in the affirmative, trying not to choke on the rope he had basically leashed her with. 

It was a cruelly snug and taut leash that always hinted at choking her and kept her head with little room to move. Plus, it anchored her to an ominous looking wooden post. A post she tried not to think too much about.

He gleefully watched as her strictly bound arms were the first thing to try and move. Her bound elbows and wrists twitched behind her body. Her fingers clawed at the cement floor and her pelvis shifted the tiniest bit. Then she tried to thrust her chest out and around.

“That’s it…Shake them sexy titties, you hot slut…Show me how proud you are of those damn fine pair of perky boobies. Show me that you’ll want me to jizz all over them once we get playing good and hard!”

Her long thick black hair spilled over her shoulders as she tried to keep her chest swaying.  It was hard with her arms so well tied behind her back and her legs so twistedly secured and forcibly splayed open. But she managed.

In fact, her shaking of her tits as she sobbed and clenched her watery eyes shut, became so energetic her ample tits began to spill out of the bikini top. Which made him very pleased.

And when she stopped her shoulder and upper torso swaying, her right tit was almost entirely free of her top. Her nipple, tiny shock burns in full view, stayed humiliatingly exposed.

She was panting through her nose, tears streaming down her cheeks and over her duct taped face. His hand lowered and her reached for her left tit. She squealed as he squeezed it and he dug in his fingers under the base of her tit.

He grabbed it and hefted it up and out of the bikini fabric so that both her tits sat up and out, exposed and looking extra proud with the support of the bikini top’s elastic base.

“Hmmm…That’s fine set of tits you got there, honey! As fine as this lovely coochie…You like when I call your cunt a coochie? Or should I just call it what it is…A mighty fine cunt?”

He stood dead between her shaking legs now, the toe of his boot rubbing back and forth over the apex of her mound. 

Each rub of his hard boot irritated her sand encrusted sex. It was growing redder with each completed, back and forth slow grinding he made into her most delicate of flesh.

Each rub made her bikini crotch fabric pool over to one side, to leave her pussy fully exposed, just like her tits. He licked his lips at her and then pushed his foot in a fraction of an inch deeper.

He dug the boot in harder and rolled his boot toe around. Each circle of his hard leather sole ground over her clit and caused a deep groan of agonizing discomfort to emanate from deep in her chest.

“Hmmm, so where should we start.” He hummed to himself, above her shaking head. 

Her hair had cascaded down over her face and chest. Her view of his sadistic smiling face now thankfully obscured for a few precious moments. 

Moments that ended when he brushed her hair back. He took a fist full and then yanked so he could angle her head back.

Her face looked utterly shocked as his newly freed cock terrifyingly bobbed in her face. The truth of what she was to be used for, what he wanted to leave in her, and on her, dripping from the tip.

“Look at that…lots of pre-cum queuing up already to come sprouting out onto your teary pretty face and sexy as hell tits. And that’s just the first few places I will be leaving some deposits of cum.”

Then he raised his left foot and he tapped the phallic head of the large steel bolt anchoring her right leg.

“And once we’ve rubbed all that beach sand out of your pussy…and you’ve spent some time riding this…and swallowing that!” he added with a nod to the cock like dildo mounted to the post at horrifically at her face height, 

“We’ll pull you off those fun training cocks and try using both of them holes for some serious fucking about.”

This speech started her most energetic panicked flailing and thrashing about that he had seen since dragging her in from his van. But he expected it…Because they all did this…

Every one of the bikini clad sexy sluts he brought home from the beach to bind, gag and leave wallowing in misery on his home built ‘Training Post’, they all went through this same crazy moment of thrashing about and utterly futile attempt at breaking free.

But it wasn’t the last time she might thrash about and scream like this, unless she was super keen to learn how to deep throat and avoid the deserving nastiness that the other girls’ failures brought about. The failure of swallowing his dick until his balls mashed into their slobber covered chins and their snotty noses crushed into his pelvic bone.

An eagerness few had been able to achieve…to avoid the ring gag…the pliers, the shock tool, and the incentivizing needles that he liked to stick through a shrieking girl’s nipples or clit.

Sharp pointy needles, that when required, he would use on those girls who couldn’t seem to learn how to swallow his entire cock.

They all thrashed and screamed and wailed like crazy as he took his time and slowly pierced and stuck them with the pointy sharp bits of steel. 

Sometimes so much metal he inserted into their most sensitive nubs, he could barely see the pink or tan flesh he had started with …But eventually they learned.

The question now was would this sexy bikini clad cunt learn? with or without his aids? 

Another soul crushing day in the long and depraved life of a prisoner named Monica…

The sun beat down harshly on Monica’s bare back and ass as she struggled to crawl her way across the massive compound. Her middle-aged naked body ached in many places, but the alternative could be much worse… and sometimes was…But she did her best to avoid that.

The sun glinted off a couple of the guard towers that jutted up out of the razor wire topped concrete walls. Walls she had no hope of ever seeing over or ever again enjoying the freedom that might be found on the other side of them. 

She winced as she forced her knees forward and the huge lead balls lying in the dirt by her knees dragged through the dirt with her. 

One hand at a time she moved forward on the ground, the steel cuffs bolted around them slipping around her wrists. Her upper torso moved forward slowly and the never-ending ache in her chest ignited.

She bit her bottom lip and winced again as she shifted her left knee forward. The lead balls tugged on the chains attached to them. Short lengths of chain that ran up to her chest.

All the wincing came from the sharp bits of discomfort that racked her chest, all because the extremely heavy lead balls were attached to one of the most sensitive parts of her body… her nipples.

She was alone now, out in the huge desolate compound. And she would remain alone for hours, or until the next chain gang of barely dressed female prisoners were marched out from their dreary cramped cells ‘to enjoy’ their mandated one hour of daily exercise.

The last group of three dozen whimpering and cowering women had just been assembled and marched back into their sunless concrete cells after their enforced 60 minute walking of huge circles around the prison yard. 

Monica had crawled along beside them, she had too. It’s what the ruthless and sadistic guards demanded of her since Monica essentially ‘lived’ 24-7 out in the prison compound. 

She had no cell assigned to her, no simple patch of concrete floor space to lay on beside other chained up women. No space in a sunless dank cell to lay there and sob away her mind-numbing imprisonment like the other degraded inmates. 

Monica’s world was out here in the dirt, dirt that sometimes was cold mud as the seasons changed and rain pelted down on her.

And yes, the guards long ago did give poor Monica the option of walking around the compound like the other heavily shackled and suffering women. 

But then she would have to have her permanent wrist rings locked behind her back like all the other whimpering women as they trudged around the compound. And that would mean her swaying steel ring choked tits would be at the mercy of gravity and the unbelievably heavy lead balls that were permanently and punishingly attached to them.

In her many years ‘living’ in this prison she had already spent too many days and in some cases weeks with those terribly cruel things painfully pulling down on her nipples. To the point that the holes in her delicate nipples were now elongated and horribly distended.

So, to be offered the choice of being kept naked and crawling around the compound on all fours for 18 hours of the day, the hefty tit weights dragged along on the ground beside her knees, that to her was the only offer to accept.

But it wasn’t always that way. There were still times when the lecherous and sadistic guards decided she wasn’t suffering enough in her lifelong sentence. So her punishment would be amped up for a few sick hours, or even an entire night, like last night.

Right now, as she crawled slowly along in the dirt, her naked ass shifting about in full view of the south guard tower number 3, she reached up and touched the flesh of her dangling left tit.

It burned and was still heated from what they had done to her for the entire previous evening. The deep red whip and cane marks, mostly on the underside of the flesh of her steel choked breast, stung as she touched herself.

Then she froze. The terrifying sound of a faceless guard’s deep voice echoed around the prison walls. The threatening male voice projected out of every loudspeaker facing the prison compound.

“Inmate! Move your fucking ugly lazy ass down there…No lounging about…You pathetic old whore!...Or do you want to go back on the wall?”

Monica made the slightest shake of her head and then put hand in front of hand, knee after knee, as she went back to crawling around the huge grassless expanse. What else could she do?

Monica had to turn a corner since she came face to face with a towering grey concrete expanse that was the north wall. As she turned her body to crawl in a new direction she could turn her head and stare back over at the wall the guard was talking about. The wall where she had spent all last night…suffering in unending agony.

The hideous and painful tools they had used on her still littered the piss soaked dirt where she had endured having her wrists locked high above her head and her feet forced wide apart and tied off.

Her most delicate interior thigh flesh fully exposed for the sadistic night shift of horny guards hard groping, deep almost painful fingering, and then just general unwanted violations of every orifice in her imprisoned body by their fingers and their nasty tools.

But even then… that had not been the worst of it.

No, the worst came after hours of suffering there on the wall with her tits grotesquely distended by those incredibly heavy lead weights. Her abused sex impaled for a time with some rudimentary created dildos mounted on old wooden broom poles.

Dildos removed and real cocks than plunged into her, Monica’s perpetually mistreated tits still felt the pull of the weights. Ten pound each, lead balls that agonizingly dragged down her chained and stretched out nipples, a most cruel and never-ending punishment that made her chest throb in agony.

One guard, who after years of his sick attentions, she knew to be the most sadistic of all of them, came up to stand so close that the crotch bulge in his guard uniform pushed uncomfortably into her stomach and his smoke and beer breath swamped her nostrils.

“Bet your ugly saggy titties are hurtin good, aren’t they inmate?” he growled into Monica’s distraught face.

She answered with a whimper and an even more pronounced grimace as one of his large hands cupped her bushy brown-haired mound. His fingers probing into her folds as his other hand then rested on one of the lead balls. 

And with the just tiniest bit of downward pressure, he made Monica wail. His wicked little hand pressure making her chained nipple grossly distend and the pain in her chest spread into all her body.

“YES…YES…GAWD YES…THEY HURT! She screamed out in reply to his question as overhead her locked shackled hands yanked at the steel mount protruding from the prison wall.

His smirking face bent lower to look into hers. Her face weas covered in fresh tears as he offered, “Well then, you want me to take the pressure off them saggy, ugly, tit bits?”

Monica panted and nodded her head. Her water filled eyes pleading with him to stop torturing her chest. The lead weight he had a hold of, he then lifted up and over her trembling shoulder, between her forcibly held up arms. 

He then let it drop and for a second it balanced in the snug space between her arm and the side of her head…but then it disappeared behind her back…yanking her tit upward with it.

This was a new sensation of agony she hadn’t felt before as the chain slid over her shoulder and the cruel tit weight travelled down her back. She was screaming as he did the same to her other breast.

When he stood back to bend over in laughter, both her chained and brutalized nipples were basically up under her ears. Ears that were being blasted by her own wails as her tits stretched upward in a shape that wasn’t normal or humane in any way.

And those wails of agony and shock then turned into the most intense and ear drum splitting screams as he picked up a whip and he took delight in practicing his aim on the freshly exposed underside of her left tit.

That horrific bout of degradation and unfounded punishment had probably been 10 or 12 hours ago, Monica figured, based on the position of the hot sun in the sky and the cell door that the latest group of chained up and cowering prisoners had just been marched out of. 

After years of living out in this compound she knew the schedule of the forced exercise times like no other inmate did in this prison. And as a group of 30 plus, almost naked women, were shoved and cattle prodded out of the door for cell block B, Monica knew it was late morning, 11 am to be precise.

…An hour later…

Her hands felt more beaten up and dirty than usual, her knees were also hurting more than normal. Monica had just finished pacing herself around and around the compound with this latest group of trembling, crying and whimpering women. Women who were now all being herded together for their journey back into the dark confines of cell block B. 

Some of them were eyeing her with an almost sort of longing or in some cases jealousy, since they soon would be back inside their cramped cells, chained to walls to wait for another 23 hours before they would see the sky or stretch their soon to be heavily shackled limbs.

But from Monica’s point of view being forced to live outside, on all fours like an animal, might not be any better than the hell that waited back inside the cells for these chained up women.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as they lined the women up and then ran short lengths of chain from each shivering woman’s shackled hands backwards to the front steel hoop of the collar of the woman behind.

It created a chain gang that meant not keeping pace could possibly choke a woman. And it also made a loud racket of jangling metal as the long line of women of every shape and size tried to move forward.

And as they sometimes did, the guards did not lock up the last two. These two were young looking, barely out of their teens if that. They had on very short and ugly brown colored prison issued tunics that did not cover more than the upper half of their well-toned asses. 

They stood there utterly confused, looks of humiliation on their young faces as the guards leering eyes looked down under their short sex exposing tunics.

As Monica correctly guessed, they were new to this prison. Utterly innocent of anything expect getting caught saying something disparaging about the President…and they had no idea what was about to happen to them.

They both looked even more confused and then utterly scared as a couple of guards stuck their electric cattle prods into the herd of women, making that chain gang of women, shrieking and wailing, march off through the cell block B door to their overcrowded cells. 

But of course, a half dozen guards hung back.

Monica kept slowly crawling away from the scene that she knew was coming next. Her many, many, mind numbing years of crawling around the compound like an animal, meant she had witnessed all the debauchery one could imagine, and then some.

She had hoped to crawl far away from the coming mayhem of loud begging and then brutality caused screaming that would soon follow as the guards took their turns. 

Turns bending over these two girls with pairs of guards holding each one in place as guard after guard unzipped his trousers, exposed his erect dick and then plunged it into each of the unwilling girl’s snug cunts…or worse, their very tight and virgin assholes…Monica had seen and heard it all.

“Get the fuck over here!” shouted a guard over Monica’s screeching.

Monica was shrieking because a fist had a firm grip on her hair and was pulling her rapidly back over to the pair of bent over and wailing young women. The lead weights attached to Monica’s nipples pulled excruciatingly on her tormented flesh as the guard kept dragging her along the dirt, her hands and knees unable to keep up with his pace.

Mercifully, Monica’s hair pulling was quickly over.  Though the savage rape of the two girls was already underway as a pair of guards, for each girl held on to the girls cuffed hands and kept them bent over, tunics pulled up and bare asses and pussies exposed for use. 

And all the while each bent over girl had another guard stuck behind her. His hands digging into their slender waists for grip and leverage and each guard loudly hammering their hips into the exposed bums of each loudly screaming girl.

More guards appeared and soon a line formed behind each of the shrieking and screaming young new inmates. It was then that Monica learned the sordid reason that she had been dragged back into this sick and twisted scene.

The prison Warden himself towered over her as she trembled there on her hands and knees. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi erect cock. He grinned down at her, a grin she could fully see as she chanced a glance upward.

“That’s right inmate, you’ve been out here crawling around like a pig for over a decade, so you know the drill. We got a big line up of hardworking horny guards who need some well-earned on the job R and R!”

His cock slid over the top of Monica’s head, his extra hairy balls tickled her forehead and then nose. He began to haphazardly slap at the side of her face as he added with a lust filled growl,

Un-crating the black beauty they bought for the party…

The six large white men stood there anxiously waiting. They were in the back of a small warehouse that one of them owned. That owner of the warehouse was busy driving his forklift back into the building, a large wooden crate carried on its lift.

The group of men followed it over to the far wall where the forklift dropped its load with a thud. The man driving it got off the machine and then tilted his head, the large arrow that said ‘This Way Up’ was pointing downward.

“Oops, I somehow loaded it up wrong. Pastor Bill, give me a hand will ya.”

One of the leering males watching the arrival of the large crate, who was an actual pastor of the local church, strode over to help the forklift driver. Both men took a grip on the sides of the crate and with some loud grunts, they tipped it over, twice, to upright the symbols.

The pastor laughed as he heard some muffled groans from inside the crate.

“Guess the bitch wasn’t liking that! Can’t wait to hear the noises it makes when we get it out of there and start partying with.”

He then smacked his hand down on the crate top and yelled down at it,

“You ready to party, slut! You ready to get fucked up in all the nastiest ways possible?”

From inside the crate, they heard more high-pitched moans and then the crate actually shook.

“Well, should we open it up then? Doug, you got a crowbar or power screwdriver to get this damn thing open?” Asked the Pastor of his forklift driving friend.

One of the men watching pulled an electric screwdriver from his back pocket and tossed at Doug.

“Brought one to party with, just didn’t think we’d be using it on the crate before using it on the sexy bitch…well I hope she’s sexy…we all pitched in a lot to buy this black pussy! I hope they sent us our monies worth.”

Doug quickly used the screwdriver to free up a side wall of the crate. Setting the unscrewed thick plywood wall aside, he ducked his head and looked in to see sweat covered, milk chocolate flesh, shivering in fear inside the dark crate.

“Oh ya…this sexy black princess is definitely going to please all you horny white boys! She’s got small titties but a mighty fine looking pussy.”

He could see her lightly dark-haired pussy glistening between her spread thighs. She was kneeling in the crate trying to back away from his voice as he stuck his head and then an arm in, to grab the leash that was attached to her snug fitting collar.

“Come on black beauty, time to shuffle out of there and show all the men you are going to party with, what they bought. Let’s show them your fine perky tits with them deep brown nipples…Not to mention that some fine fuckable cunt lurking down there between your sexy brown thighs.”

His hand darted in between her trembling thighs, and he took the time to stroke his fingers a few times back and forth across the sift ridges of her pussy.

“Hey Doug, no hogging the cunt…Get the hot bitch out of there so we can all have a feel. We all paid somethin for its pussy and ass!” said one of the men in the group who were all trying to peer over Doug’s shoulder and see what he was happily groping.

“All right…all right! I’ll get her hot ass out of here…Just give me a second to find the cunt’s leash!” he answered just as his hand v found the end of the leash under her right butt cheek.

“Let’s go, black beauty…time to meet the bastard’s who bought you…and want to mess you the fuck up in every way possible!” he said into the crate so she only heard.

He yanked hard on her leash, causing the poor thing to almost fall flat on her bare and  drool covered chest. The ball gag she had been wearing for the entire 52 hour trip had decorated her upper torso with an abundance of saliva.

She squealed around the gag as he kept pulling. She had to shuffle out of the crate on her bare knees. Her arms were completely useless behind her back, since two pairs of thick leather cuffs were locked tight around her upper arms and wrists.

She was also blind to all the proceedings. A thick mass of stretchy black fabric was wrapped around the upper half of her head. 

“What’s with keeping the bitch blind?” asked one of the other men who was already rubbing his crotch in anticipation of his turn at partying with the enslaved black cunt.

The Pastor answered that question quickly,

“Best if we don’t let it see the horny men who are about to use it in the most depraved and nasty fucking ways. If it ever gets free again, we don’t want it snitching on us…We have families and important roles in out local community, right men?”

They all nodded in agreement. The poor trembling black girl, her terror filled whimpering growing louder, then tried to get up on to her shackled feet.

“Get the fuck back down there, blackie!” Shouted Doug!

He yanked violently down on her leash causing her to smash her knees down on the warehouse’s hard cement floor. 

She was screaming around the gag, tears now streaming from out under the blinding fabric as he pulled her across the floor on her shuffling knees. 

The fabric of the hip hugging spandex skirt she wore was now pushing up and over her ass and getting closer to becoming a belt rather than the skirt she had worn on her last night out.

Planning ahead, the men had already drilled into the floor a very convenient set of steel ‘u’ bolts in large square formation. One of those Doug used now to anchor the wailing black girl to a spot that afforded them easy access to the wall of ‘party tools’

“There ya go, black beauty…All anchored and ready to party!” Doug said with pride as he stroked the side of her tear soaked face, delighting in the shiver he felt her release as he touched her.

The Pastor spoke up next. He had just walked back from wall of party tools. His hands carrying two items he had picked up of a dildo and butt plug covered shelf.

He bent over and then shouted loud into the side of the girl’s face. She jolted from the unexpected and unseen male voice so near her head. 

He then gripped her drool covered chin and squeezed, forcing her head up and making her choke on her collar.

“Now to be clear…Did I see you try and get up? Were you being a naughty slave slut and  trying to run away from us?”

He let go of her chin and then swatted her face, “Answer me, you dumb black cunt! Tell me the truth or I will make you suffer so badly, you’ll wish you were dead!” 

From behind the Pastor another man muttered to his neighbor, “Well isn’t that always the plan for them after a few days?”

Noticeably shaking and sobbing around the gag rammed deep in her mouth, the young woman nodded her head, for yes, she had thought about nothing but running away the minute that crate was opened, even if she couldn’t see where she was going. 

She didn’t need to see that sadism that flashed across these sick and twisted men’s faces. She could hear it all in their voices and terrifying words.

“Thought so!” is all he said as he leaned down and with quick and cruel precision he snapped a mouse trap onto her small A-cup left tit.

Incredible pain racked her chest. Her left tit felt like wit was on fire and being snipped at the same time. Her response to the agony was what the sadistic men had definitely paid for.

The gagged shrieking she made and the violent thrashing about her body was doing, took long moments to calm down.  And then only after the Pastor slammed his palm across her face. 

Three powerful slaps delivered across her face it took to calm her pain induced panic. A panic that of course started up again as he snapped a second mouse trap onto her small drool covered chest. This time her dark brown right nipple became crushed under the steel bar of the mouse trap. 

A pain so intense hit her chest that her head was flailing about, yanking hard on her leash and choking her. Her shrieking so energetic it didn’t even seem to be muffled by the large ball trapped in between her jaws.

The Pastor reached down and grabbed the mouse trap crushing her left nipple. He pulled up on the wood base, and he shouted down at her,

“That’s your punishment, you disobedient slave whore! Your punishment for not respecting your much superior, in every fucking way, male overlords!”

He let go of the mouse trap and her tit sagged, the little an A-cup could by the extra weight of the mouse trap painfully attached to it.

She was hyperventilating. Snot was dripping from her nose, and she was trying to draw in big deep breaths of air, both around her gag and through her nose. 

Her shoulders were noticeably shuddering as she knelt there in sexual agony, and the latest words of her tormentors hit her ears.

“Man, I can’t wait to drill my dick into her cunt…or mouth…and watch them mouse traps bounce up and down on her chest… So who gets to fuck with the sexy black bitch first, Pastor Bill?” one of the other men asked.

“Ya, how we going to decide who gets to play hard with the bitch first? I mean if she gets so badly fucked up with you guys before my turn comes up…and she’s then just a limp piece of stretched out cunt…That won’t be fair…I paid my fair share to have some hot, freshly caught, black pussy to ram my dick into!”

Doug and the Pastor looked at each other. They grinned and then the Pastor offered this solution.

“Gentlemen, it’s a party… so let’s just fucking party…and gang bang the deserving black cunt!…Everyone pull out your dick and then let’s see what an army of sticky white semen will look like on her smooth chocolatey skin!...and then after we make her lick and lap up the mess…we break out the party tools and really pump up the volume…of her screaming…of course!...No turns needed…we just party together with her well paid for tits, cunt and delicious chocolate ass!”

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A Father’s Day Surprise…This happily married couple may not have any children, but his wife wasn’t going to let that stop them from celebrating Father’s Day. 

His wife was kneeling down between his spread legs. The entire bed was bouncing as she bobbed her head in a sustained effort to suck in all of his thick cock past her slurping lips. 

Her hands were working hard too. One hand cupping his balls and the other wrapped around the base of his jutting straight up massively hard dick.

He was partially sitting up on their king bed, pillows stacked behind him against the headboard, as he groaned with pleasure from his wife’s deep sucking and stroking.

Suddenly her head popped up and she swatted some stray hair out of her eyes. Spit dribbled out over her bottom lip, lips that where noticeably puffy from the fifteen minutes of straight cock sucking she had been dutifully performing like any good wife should.

She glanced over to the bedroom closet and then back up at her husband. Her right hand still unhurriedly stroking his towering upwards cock. She leaned down and kissed the tip, giggling as it noticeably twitched.

“So husband, you think your big dick is ready to impale your Father’s Day surprise?” She asked before putting her mouth fully over the head of his ready to burst dick so she could greedily suck for a few more enjoyable seconds on the blood engorged bulbous end.

He put a large hand on the back of his wife’s once again bobbing head and glanced over at the bedroom closet door. Then he grunted as he fought off cumming in his wife’s busily sucking mouth. 

The plan had been for her to warm him up, and then she would delightfully watch and masturbate as he took full advantage of the remarkable and adorable gift she had ‘procured’ for him.

“Just Impale it?...Don’t you mean, royally fuck it up too! Wasn’t that why you got me such a sweet gift.” 

He said loudly thru gritted teeth as his wife pulled her mouth off his cock and a string of some of his early escaping cum hung from her puffy lip to his pulse bobbing penis head. 

She licked and sucked up the string of semen. Then she drew her tongue slowly up the underside of his hard cock. Her voice rising up in volume now, so as to be definitely heard about the room and even through the closed closet door.

“Yes, I suppose it was why I got you such a thing. A pretty thing, to make scream and howl, to make beg and plead as you savagely take its innocence. You want to see it now, the thing I hope you unload your balls into many a time by tonight? Or do you want to fill my mouth up with hot cum, before you fill up its sweet mouth?”

His wife looked over at the closet door again with a knowing smirk before adding, “And I know how much you love to fill up slobbering moaning mouth’s with cum, especially when you have just dipped your long dick into the other end, coating it up with lots of good pussy juice…or maybe some good dirty asshole slime.”

There was a noticeable banging noise from the closet and muffled moufful howl of some sort. His wife raised her head higher and then with almost a shout added.

“Oh yes! Big fat cock slammed in between toned young ass cheeks and then forced down a gagging pretty bitch’s throat. Fuck! that is so delightful to watch you do husband. Especially if the throat and ass are bound up good and tight, with no hope of escape, and you can fuck the pretty thing for as hard as you want and for as long as you want.”

Her husband stared over at the closet door and then laughed, “Okay honey, you better show me what the hell this gift is…that you have hiding in that closet. It sounds particularly enjoyable and something I will really love ramming my dick into.”

With some big tit bouncing exuberance, his wife jumped off the bed. She bent down quickly and blindly reached under the bed. First, she pulled out the leather riding crop. 

“Nope not that little thing?” she mumbled as she kept searching under the bed.

Next she pulled out well the used black leather flogger he kept under there for using on her when she had not behaved or performed the way a submissive wife should. 

“Not that either! Damn, were is the fucking thing.” She cursed as she kept reaching under the bed. 

“Ahh yes, there it is!” she excitedly announced as she pulled out what she had been searching for. A brand new and rather imposing looking electric cattle prod she had purchased special for this Father’s Day Weekend of debauchery.

She clicked the prod on and off and then glanced at her smirking husband. “Glad it’s not my tits and ass getting zapped with this. I think you’ll be happy with the gift I found you. Happy enough not to use this on me for a long while.”

Her husband stood and patted her wide but toned bare bum. “We’ll see. You keep up all this great cock sucking and getting me sweet little gifts and maybe that prod will never touch your ass or hairy cunt, for a very long time.”

His wife puffed her ample chest out in pride. His appraisal of her oral skills and his appreciation of her for finding him such a special Father’s Day gift, making her burst with delight and well earned self satisfaction.

She grabbed the closet door handle, turned it, and then swung it open. No lock on the door because a length of chain and a couple of padlocks made sure her gift in the closet could go nowhere. 

As light flooded the closet, her curious and obviously still horny husband leaned in and looked. His first words out of his mouth were,

 “Oh my God! That is a sweet looking gift all bound up for me. That is a really nice present to fuck up!”

Words that caused a massive whimper to be heard and visible shudder of the ‘present’ at his feet.

The present was a young woman, maybe just a teenager, he hoped. She was tightly ball gagged, blind folded and securely bound hand and foot. 

Her neck was captured by a length of chain that was also padlocked to the closet wall. He was extremely impressed that his wife had been able to secure the pretty thing in such an escape proof manner.

“What do you think…Daddy?” his wife purred at him. 

He was about to reply when the captive wriggling girl at his feet howled loudly into her gag. She shook her head about and then screamed again. The exuberant flailing in her bindings and loud screaming around her gag all courtesy of his wife eagerly jabbing the cattle prod into the closet. 

First making the tool spark on the girl’s bare feet, his wife then moved the electrodes down to the poor wailing girl’s exposed bum peaking out from under her pink panties. Panties that made him lick his lips and think about how to yank them of the cute bound little captive.

When his wife’s utterly sadistic and unnecessary electroshock torment of the young nameless woman ended, she looked over at her husband. An eager look for approval on her flushed face as the girl in the closet continued to moan and sob from the aftereffects of the brutal pin point shocks.

“Wow...Fucking best present ever my dear. A husband couldn’t ask for anything better as a gift. She is going to be so fun to fuck with. I don’t know where to start…Let’s see more of her. Let’s get her out of the closet.”

With the terrified and shivering girl cowered deep into the corner now, his wife stepped into the closet and reached down to rip off the snivelling and whimpering girl’s blindfold. The girl blinked up at the two naked forms towering over her. Her eyes taking some moments to adjust to the light since she had been blindfolded for better part of a half a day now.

Then she began wailing and shrieking as her watery eyes focused on the huge erect cock bobbing in her face. She was almost choking herself with the chain noose locked around her tender neck as panic and terror overrode all her senses and she realized what was truly about to happen to her.

“Come on you pretty little bitch, crawl the fuck closer. Get out of the fuckin back corner so I can see you better.”  He growled at the terrified girl as he motioned with his finger. 

But there was no movement forward of the bound and gagged young thing. She just started to sob deeper and deeper, obviously going hysterical as this sadistic couple continued their sordid discussion.

“How on earth did you find such a pretty thing? And get her locked in here?” he asked inquisitively.

His wife before answering, stuck the cattle prod into the side of the trembling girl’s thigh. Then she moved it up the girl’s torso until the dual electrodes sunk into the soft flesh of the captive girl’s right breast.

Continuing to cruelly shock the girl a number of more times, his wife answered over the pain filled shrieking the girl was letting loose.

“A simple baby sitting ad. Met her in a Walmart parking lot with your van. We chatted quite a bit before I used that old bottle of chloroform you had…The bottle we used in that camping trip to Yosemite. Geez I wonder if they ever found that girl where we left her tied to that tree? …Anyways…I had her bound and gagged in no time.”

His wife jabbed the cattle prod one more time into the closet, hitting the girl in her left breast dead over her nipple. The shock delivered in milliseconds had the girl wildly trashing her head and gurgling behind the gag.

“She thought I was so lovely, didn’t you? You gullible and dimwitted little slut!” His wife added before she repositioned the prod.

She jammed the cattle prod hard in between the anguished girl’s thighs. Zapping the girl square on her panty covered mound and causing the most ear-splitting scream yet. Lastly his wife added,

“And of course there is still a little of that chloroform left. And yes husband, I am sure we can use it for some future gift shopping. Maybe for your birthday in August, we find a little friend to keep this one company in the closet? I think we can cram two cute sluts in there. Maybe we even force some fun lesbian action to happen.”

This caused both husband and wife to laugh loudly and the girl to only cry, shriek and shake and jerk at here bonds even harder.  Her bound feet and legs trying desperately to scurry her body farther into the back of the closet and away from her tormentors, even though it was futile, given how tight her neck chain had become and of course the small size of the closet.

Still chuckling, his wife shook the cattle prod about and then jabbed it hard into the side of the girl’s right tit, where now a number of brown dotted and paired up burn marks blemished her breast . 

The girl’s wail of surprise at the prod once again digging into her soft breast flesh, morphing into a pained guttural gagged howl as his wife hit the switch and voltage snapped freely across the bound girl’s skin.

The young creature in the closet was now cowering the best she could into the dark recess of the small space. Tears streaming from her terrified eyes as the happy couple loomed threateningly over her.

“I think husband, your gift needs some accompaniments. Things to make it really squeal and thrash about at your feet. Things to help you get the most pleasure out of your sweet innocent gift. Don’t you agree?”

Her husband, not taking his eyes of the sobbing girl, his dick now fully engorged, leaking precum and bobbing with his pulsating excitement, could only nod and murmur…”Yes…Fuck Yes!”

The trussed up girl’s entire body started to tremble in panicked terror as her anguished eyes watched the woman reach up and pull down some items from an overhead shelf in the closet.

As she watched the woman grabbing at things above her head, the poor girl kept trying to take in huge gulps of air around her mouth filling gag, even as she pitifully sobbed. The chin strap of the severe gag making it extremely hard for her jaws to do anything other than just ache, as they were kept stuck open.

“Oh, these should make the cute little cunt really howl and beg. I can imagine she won’t like the jagged teeth of these nasty clamps crushing hard on her delicate nipples…And husband, if you loosen up, what I imagine is going to be a very tight twat, or her adorable asshole, with this first, I bet it will be easy sailing burying your whole cock in any of her snug holes.”

Of the things his wife was talking about, one was a massive, ribbed dildo with a very life like head. The other a dangling small chain bookended with what looked like small yet truly nasty jagged teeth pliers.

She swung the nasty looking nipple clamps from her perfectly manicured finger and handed the large dildo to her husband. He held it in his hand and then lowered it parallel his rock hard jutting shaft.

“Hmmm, one for each hole…maybe at the same time.” He purred down at the shocked girl.

Taking a key off a hook high up in the closet his wife then bent. She went about unlocking the padlock keeping the short length of neck chain attached securely to the closet wall. 

Dropping the chain links down over the terrified and gasping girl, she kissed the side of her beaming husband’s cheek and murmured happily,

“She may not be your actual daughter, dear husband, but she is someone’s…So happy Father’s Day! Enjoy fucking the pretty little bitch up, my darling. Be the nastiest Daddy to this one that any little slut has ever had the misfortune to come across!”

Her husband nodded and grinned. A grin from ear to ear as he studied the whimpering and shocked girl. The gag in her mouth now causing her mouth to pour out drool from her constant whimpering and her tears. 

His wife reached out and flicked the end of his long erect cock, getting his attention again.

“But don’t fuck the pretty little slut up too much this weekend, we want to stretch this out, don’t we?”

He tilted his head, questioning like, as he reached down and took a handful of the panicked and wriggling girl’s hair. With his hand gripping hard and even twisting up some of her brown strands, as she vainly struggled below him, he pulled up, using his mighty grip.

His tattooed muscular arm flexed in that way that made his wife’s pussy instantly wet. Which is why she now dived her hand down between her own legs. Rubbing furiously down between the tops of her own damp thighs as he yanked even harder on the now pitifully screaming girl’s hair.

With the girl’s near naked, bound and thrashing body, half pulled out of the closet, he paused and asked, “What do ya mean, stretch it out?”

“Well why just celebrate Father’s Day with the cute little slut? I mean wouldn’t you like to spend July 4th with your Father’s Day gift tied and stretched naked out across the back patio. Barbequing, drinking beer and taking turns to see who can make the nice piece of teen fuck meat thrash about and beg the most…And then let’s not forget about your birthday in August? Like I said, if she’s still here, we could get her a friend?”

His wife finished the statement with a satisfying groan as her long fingers slid up deep in her own pussy and her thighs clamped together anticipating an orgasm. And the orgasm came as her husband slung the wailing and utterly horrified girl onto their king bed.

His hand fisting in between the girl’s soft thighs and tearing a hole in her cotton and lace panty, so he could plunge two of his thick fingers into her clenched tight slit. Her deep guttural scream from the violent violation almost drowning out his reply as he growled,

“Jesus, wife, I love the way you think. But why just plan for July 4th or my birthday… Let’s see if we can make this squirming and howling piece of pretty pussy last until Labor Day…Hell even Thanksgiving and Christmas! It might be the best and longest lasting Father’s Day gift a truly dutiful and loving wife has ever gotten her man.”

The gang’s back-room profit center.

In the back of the derelict old hotel there were still some rooms being used every now and then. Especially when drug sales were slow and the gang needed some extra cash.

One of those cockroach infested rooms was being used right now. There was no bed frame in that room. But there was a smelly and heavily stained mattress thrown on the floor. 

It was surrounded by garbage, empty beer bottles, spent needles and four steel eye bolts. They had been drilled into the floor around the mattress. All put there for a very good reason.

The reason being that the gang didn’t want any of the ‘sources of cash’ they dragged into this horrid place, to get up and leave. 

One of those ‘sources of cash’ was currently spread out on the mattress, naked and crying. The young woman’s tired were eyes clamped shut and in between sobs, she was begging, “Pleassse…no more…please…no more.” 

Her limbs tried to move over the filthy mattress, but they could only move as far as the ropes would allow. Her wrists and ankles were red, and the skin shredded by the tight wraps of rope, which showed how long she had been tied down like this.

A large shadow was cast over her and then a couple of $50 bills were forced into her blubbering mouth. The man who put them there then pulled back a booted foot and with a solid thud, kicked her in her exposed and semen leaking pussy.

Her bound limbs tugged at the ropes. Her head lifted off the mattress and she shrieked in pain. The $50 bills spilled out of her mouth.

“There’s the scream I wanted to hear out you as I fucked you!” he chuckled as another large shadow appeared. 

“Hey dude, don’t fuck up the merchandise…You paid for a single fuck…You want to mess the bitch up more, than that will cost you…lots more!”

The gruffly delivered statement came from a balded headed man with no neck to speak off and tattoos everywhere. His black leather vest let all who faced him see his massive well-inked, flexing biceps and forearms.

“Nah, this skank isn’t’ worth the price. I barely got her to moan even when I was balls deep in her. She ain’t worth wasting any more cash on… I am outta here!”

He leaned over the teen lying tied down on the mattress and he let loose a giant spit the splattered on her face. Then he stomped out of the room leaving the tied down girl alone with the stern looking gang member. 

He stooped and snatched up the two $50 bills. He stuffed them into the glass jar that sat at the foot of the mattress. From his a pocket in his leather vest he pulled out a small notepad and a pen.

Writing in the pad, he smirked down at the sniveling girl, the saliva of the other man now slowly creeping down her utterly distressed looking face.

“Is it enough? Can I go…pleassse can I go?” she pleaded up at him.

He looked at his little notepad. He tapped the pen against the pad and then grinned down at her. 

“Hmmm, let’s see…At a 100 bucks for a 15 minute regular screw and 150 including a face fuck of your cute mouth…that’s 1,850 bucks you’ve brought in since last night. You’ve been a very popular and busy little slut.”

She pulled at her ropes, her arms yanking hard as she tried to get up on her elbows. She was visibly desperate to get out of this place. 

But the ropes kept her well anchored to the mattress and all she could do was beg up at him. Just a barrage of useless begging, a constant stream of, ‘please let me go.’ that he rightfully ignored

Some more of the thick disgusting spit of the previous man leaked into her left eye and made her blink. She stopped her futile pleading and began to sob again as he spoke down at her.

“Sweetheart, it’s never enough…You rich little shits over at that posh private school think you can ask for drugs and then not pay…You really think there isn’t any consequences to stiffing us?”

He stooped down and snatched up her discarded underwear that lay on the floor surrounded by many similar pieces of long ago discarded garments. He used the panty to wipe the spit off her face. He even took the panty and then rubbed it between her legs. 

Rubbing hard he dug the cotton fabric into her visibly swollen and mistreated folds. He poked the fabric into her stinging slit. His intention to mop up the last customers semen leaking out of her ravaged pussy so the next paying customer would see a fairly fresh young slit to fuck.

She sobbed up at him as his hand rubbed and dug into her sex. She whined and then begged again as she futilely tried to pull her ankles free of the relentless and tightly knotted ropes.

“But it was just pot…it was just a little pot! My parents found it and then they took all my money...pleasse…it wasn’t my fault!” 

He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he tossed her semen soaked panties back down on the floor. He placed his broad palm on her lightly haired mound and he let his thumb twitch about at the apex of the seam of her red and swollen looking cunt.

“So, it’s your rich mommy and daddy’s fault? How fuckin fantastic is that…If they hadn’t decided to cut off their precious baby girl’s allowance, then you wouldn’t be tied down in this shit hole being sold out as a reluctant, tight holed cum depository. I wonder if this is what they had planned for their precious offspring’s future career? Rented out as a series of fantastic young snug holes for horny bastards to drill their rock-hard dicks into…for a price of course!” 

His laughter and her new round of sobbing was interrupted by the sound of another male voice coming from the doorway.

“This where the hot little slut is waiting for….whoa…Well now…she is a cute little bitch!” 

This man entered the room wearing a suit. He held out a bunch of $20 bills to the gang member who was still stooped over the now wailing girl.

She was frantically tugging at the ropes and screaming. The thought of having another man lay on top of her and ram his cock inside, was just too much, after having been violated by so many men for so horribly long.

“Hmmm, feisty one…But can you shut her up a bit…I like to hear them moaning and groaning, over the screaming. Preferably groaning through some gag.” The man added with a sneer aimed at her horrified face.

And without any hesitation the leather vested man reached out. Looking around the trash covered and heavily stained floor, he found what he was looking for. Her discarded and semen tainted underwear.

“Just one sec!” he said over his shoulder to the man in the suit.

He held them up over her shaking head. He gripped the girl’s chin. His intention to force her mouth to stay open so he could stuff the cum and saliva soaked undergarment into her mouth. 

“Remember these? They’re your cute panties that your mommy probably bought you. They were so fun to yank down your legs while you were kicking and screaming.”

Then he reached over her head, and his hand came back into view holding another set of flowered small briefs. Her bleary tear-flooded eyes noticed the dried dark blood stains on the crotch and the ripped holes in them.

“And these belonged to the last cute little black slut who lay here earning back what she owed us…We may have left these on her for the first dozen customers or so. A couple of strategically placed holes to let dicks slip in, of course!”

And before she could wail, scream or blubber out any sort of plea, his large hand balled up both pair of underwear, and he jammed them at her lips.

She tried to clamp her mouth shut and keep out the disgusting garments. Throwing her head around in a last ditch effort to not have the soiled undies stuffed in her mouth.

Laughing, he took his free hand and pinched her nose. Sealing it shut so that in a few long seconds she would have to open her mouth to breathe. And when she did just that, he rammed the panties into her mouth. Taking the time to stuff them in there deep.

“Buddy, you want this bitch’s mouth taped shut too? Ya know, to keep the little whore from ever spitting them out while you enjoy fucking her?”

The man in the suit was already unzipping the fly of his trousers. He had his long erect dick in his pumping hand even before he enthusiastically replied.

“Ya, tape the little shit’s mouth up too. Let her suck on those filthy cum and piss stained panties for the duration. 

The girl was thrashing at her ropes and squealing. A deep grimace of both disgust and terror on her face as the bald headed, leather clad gang member noisily unspooled large lengths of very stick silver grey duct tape. 

Lengths of tape he plastered over the bottom half of her face. Thick lengths that made sure her stuffed full of putrid tasting panty mouth, would stay that way for us long as these cruel and deviant men wanted. 

Holding the roll of tape, the gang member counted the bills the man in the suit had tossed on the mattress. 

“Whoa, 400 bucks! Buddy you want some serious time with this one, don’t you? That will get you a full hour to enjoy young snug cunt.”

The look on the girl’s face as her head rocked from side to side, her eyes first on the paying clients long bobbing dick and then on the gang member’s grinning face, went from shocked terror to utter pleading.

Her look of terror only getting worse, and her flailing about reaching manic panic levels as the man in the suit took off his jacket to hang it up, but not before first pulling a few tiems out of the inner pockets.

“DO I have to pay extra to be able to use these?” he said tossing the items onto the mattress between the girl’s flailing about knee socked legs.

The pliers hit the mattress with a bounce. The numerous saw-toothed roach clips landed almost silently, but the large long green dildo thudded down between her thighs.

Over the frenzied tape gagged screaming of the teen, the gang member rubbed his bearded chin and with a shrug of his shoulders said,

“Slip me another 100 bucks and you can pinch her with those pliers or snap those snug little roach clips on whatever part of her sexy ass body you want…Just no blood…and no permanent marks…We haven’t decided yet what to do with this one, once, or if, she ever earns back what she owes us.”

Licking his lips and trying to control his excited shaking hands, the man handed over another wad of 20 dollar bills, not even bothering to count them. 

“Thanks!” he said not even looking back at the departing gang member.

Before the gang member had even left the room, he was already on his knees, kneeling between the girl’s splayed out legs. His hands were running up and down her smooth thighs, causing him to shudder. His voice was deep and lust ridden as he growled out,

“Now sweetie, lets decorate those perky teen nips of yours…before I get busy fucking you silly…And I bet you’ve never had anything so nasty pinching them pretty buds before!”

….

It was well past midnight. The second midnight she had been forced to endure lying in this horrid place. She could barely focus. 

She was utterly devoid of energy and spirit. The last chain-smoking man who had paid to fuck her, he had paid for a good 90 minutes. 

90 minutes in which the chain smoking bastard had used her stomach as an ashtray and her tits and even her pussy, as a place to stub out his cigarettes. He had properly broken her.

She moaned and tried to swivel her tired head as she saw the shadow of a large man approach, His hands were soon on her face as he painfully pulled the sticky tape off her face and he then unplugged her mouth of the utterly soaked underwear.

He grasped at her chest and he rubbed one of her throbbing tits. He took notice of the cigarette burns and chuckled, “They’ll heal! They ain’t nasty deep burns…You should have seen the skinny black cunt whose underwear you were sucking on all night…We had a sick fuck pay to use a curling iron on her skanky pussy…Woohwee…now that was some serious burning…and stunk like hell too.”

He took a long moment to study her lying there prone and now starting to shiver a bit.

“So slut, want to know how much you earned?”

Her distressed and exhausted head nodded slightly before she turned it away from his to start sobbing softly.

“You’ve made $8,600 bucks…Almost nine grand, bitch!”

A look of pure confusion passed over her face. Her high pitched and highly distressed voice then asking the ultimate question.

“But…but…I…Only owed you guys $250 dollars? Only two fifty” she blubbered out.

The balded headed gang member, still wearing his leather vest, through back his head and roaored in laughter.

“Of course you only owed that much, originally. But time and interest…plus a double the balance penalty, per day for every day you were idiotic enough not to pay us…and let’s not forget the rental fee you owe us for using this room, to fuck back what you owe us…Plus my time for overseeing you…and the gangs service fee for finding you some ready to pay and fuck clients!”

He stopped talking for moment to smile down at her and let it all sink in before adding,

“Yep, take all that overhead and penalties into account and I think you end up earning a whopping $2 bucks a fuck! So darlin, you still got a long way to go before your adorable and highly fuckable ass is free and clear of our hands!”

It was then he kneeled beside her and he began to untie the ends of the ropes that knotted around the steel hoop bolts staking her out in the mattress. She was so weak that she had no energy left to try and run away for the open door of the ancient hotel room.

And that made his life a hell of a lot easier when to her shock he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her stomach. He straddled her waist and reached back to slap hard at her newly upturned bare ass.

“And speaking of fuckable asses!” he said as he bent over her and he re-anchored her wrist ropes to the floor.

She was starting to sputter and plead for release again as she felt his large, calloused hands run down over her bare shivering butt cheeks and then down the backs of her bare thighs.

When he got to the tops of her knee socks he straddled each weakly flailing about leg, tying them back down to the bolts in the floor. 

She then let out a loud shriek as he unexpectedly rammed two of his thick fingers into her well used pussy. They invaded her slit with next to no resistance. The paid use of her cunt by over twenty men that day had irreversibly changed her down there forever.

He pumped his fingers into her warm and stinging channel. His voice going deep with arousal and excitement.

“Eh sexy cunt? This hole may be all used up…stretched out…and totally fucked out! But this one…This one like I said…is totally fuckable!”

His statement was paired with the removal of his two fingers from her aching sex and then the sudden and shocking violation of one of his fingers, two knuckles deep, into her exposed and easy to access, snug asshole.

Then over her loud hoarse sounding screams as he kept his finger buried in her pleasingly snug young ass, even as she bucked her hips around trying vainly to avoid his wriggling long finger and she pulled violently at her retied ropes, he added…

”This nice snug hole?  This one is all fresh! It’s all good and tight and ready to fuck!…This one we rent out tomorrow…at a premium no doubt!…and maybe for a few days after too…Who knows?”

It was then he started to undo his belt and release his own thick rock hard cock from her black jeans.

The Breaker Box Study

Olga put on her white lab coat, adjusting her white mini skirt underneath. It had gotten pulled up over her hips as her new junior science tech, Petrova, had been down on her knees lapping and tongue spearing Olga’s drenched cunt.

The two women now stood there smiling at each other as their commanding boss, Doctor Semenov, also stood there smirking at them.

“You two fully done all your research testing on this subject over here?” he asked thumbing over his shoulder at the sweat laden naked female body suspended and swaying by its bloody cuffed wrists.

The nameless woman, identified only by large numbers branded into her ass, tried to moan something out through the large leather gag plastered over the body half of her face as her head rocked back and forth

Olga nodded, “Yes Doctor, it seems the compact new anal pain inducer has worked as the engineering techs had promised. We have one shoved a good 20 cm up in subject 162’s ass and it performed admirably.

Dr. Semenov then asked, “So how is the study coming on thew new breaker box design you developed? I have some client’s wishing to purchase them as soon as you have completed your testing.”

Olga’s face lit up with excitement. She had only been a junior test technician at the Institute for the last year. An assistant to the more senior technicians and scientists. But after suggesting an improvement to a design for a device that would truly and quickly break a subject’s will, she had jumped up the corporate ladder.

Olga had now become a full-on senior test technician, with even her own assistant to help her. A young eager woman whose job was to assist Olga and of course perform other duties that Olga herself had once performed, like the tongue lapping of some senior staff’s wet pussy or swallowing of some hard upper management cock.

It had been a pussy lapping that Olga had immensely just enjoyed as she thumbed the remote that triggered the horrific electric shocks up inside subject 162’s bowels.

The subject’s gagged wails and howls, plus her suspended flailing and trashing about as Petrova tongue fucked Olga’s dripping pussy, had sent her into one of her most enjoyable at work orgasms.

“Yes, Sir…I believe testing has been a success. Would you like to see subject we have currently wearing the device…and how it performs?”

Dr, Semenov nodded at the two women, “I would love to, seeing how I haven’t actually had the chance yet. But I have heard great things….Please lead the way.” He offered.

Of course, his offer to follow was not because he was a gentleman. But because both women wore white lab coats that ended just inches above the hem of their Institute issued, white miniskirts. Skirts that barely covered their nicely toned asses. 

A pair of almost matching asses that would saunter wonderfully in front of him as their four-inch heels clicked along the marble floors ahead of him.  A sight guaranteed to make his cock good and hard. 

A rigidness and arousal that he could easily relieve with force on any of the test subjects he would see that day…Or maybe he would even order Olga’s new assistant to her knees, like Olga enthusiastically used to do for him. ‘After all she was one extremely horny girl’, he thought to himself.

The trio finally came to a steel door marked with a temporary sign. The sign read  ‘Breaker Box Test #13…Test subject #157’

Olga put her master key in the lock and turned it with a smile. The door swung open and inside the blackness of the small cell, the trio could hear a wet tinkling noise.

“Oh my…I think we arrived just as it’s pissing itself. How disgusting.” Olga said, making a face that showed her disgust. Then she asked, “Petrova, please get the lights.”

Petrova scurried in and flicked on a bright overhead light. Their boss entered the room to study what he saw and he chuckled.

“That’s a fat one you acquired for this study, Olga. And I must say it does not appear to know we are even here.”

Olga nodded, “Yes, we needed a large one for this experiment since feeding the subject was not in the plans for this round of testing. In these first three days that it has been fully encased in the box, we have noticed some weight loss, but not substantial yet, like what happened to test box #12.”

“Though we have made sure to water this one, right ma’am. In fact, Sir, we put in a tiny hole to fill the box up with liquid, if required, unlike Box #12.” A keen and eager Petrova added as she stood there hugging a clip board.

The young assistant was licking her lips and staring with wide open eyes at the large female form suddenly moving itself up off the floor and on to all fours.

All three lab coated Institute staff found themselves watching with curiosity as the woman on the floor began to scratch and claw at the box sealing up its head. 

Her fingernails looked worn down and even a couple were bleeding as her futile clawing continued at the wood and the well screwed in steel plates.

…

Inside the box, sweating and still terrified, the nameless woman was once again going through one of her fits of panic. She had just pissed herself as she lay there, the heavy box resting on the floor. Resting on a floor in a place she had no idea what it looked like or where it was.

She only knew she was being held captive, naked, shackled at her wrists and ankles and deprived of most of her most important senses. Intermittently tortured and abused by some seriously sadistic people for some, unknown to her, sick reason.

She could only crawl around the piss dampened floor. She was not allowed to ever stand up, though the weight of the box bolted around her head had made attempting to stand a deeply uncomfortable endeavor as did the fact the soles of one of her feet and been savagely shredded with a cane.

In the blackness she began to scream again as she tried to claw at the steel plates holding the sections of thick soundproof and light proof wood that enclosed her head. The completeness of being cut off from the world so cruelly like this, made her begin to panic a number of times an hour.

She was so panicked and clawing so desperately again, that she didn’t even care about her nakedness or think about the thick steel belt locked around her waist and the other steel strap that ran between her legs and covered her sex. 

She was only thinking about somehow clawing the stifling box off her head…until she wasn’t. 

Her desperate clawing and scratching halted because inside the box she was howling and screaming. Her bloody fingernailed hands were slapping at the floor as the most intense shocking pain flooded her steel covered sex.

…

“The subject has been doing this for days now, trying to remove the box by hand. But as you can see it has only managed to scuff up the wood. We even saw the subject try and smash the box against the wall, but that’s when I added this!”

Olga said with a delight filled giggle as she picked up a simple grey remote control from the floor. 

She pressed the red button on it and was rewarded with the head boxed woman in front of them suddenly collapsing and thrashing her limbs about.

The box headed creature in front of them was no longer clawing at the box, but instead the woman’s hands were grabbing at the steel band that encased her crotch as her shackled ankles skittered around on the floor.

“I modified a high-powered shock unit from our standard shock collars.”  Olga said proudly.

“There are two, one centimeter long steel pins stuck into its cunt that deliver a highly painful electric shock every time I simply do this.”

Olga thumbed the small remote again and the trio watching was rewarded with another live display of limb thrashing and proof that the unnamed woman in front of them was suffering through some truly intense pain in her sex.

When Olga finally let her thumb off the remote, she turned and smiled at her assistant. 

“Petrova, can I have the radio please.”

The young assistant handed over to Olga a small device that looked like a child’s walkie talkie toy. Which it actually was, but modified for a wholly new, unchildlike purpose.

“As you can see Dr. Semenov, there is a small antenna on the box, and I have wired in speakers so that the subject can be spoken too. It’s all one way of course. The subject still has no way to communicate with the outside world except through its body language.”

Olga triggered the tiny radio and spoke into the device.

“Test subject 157, your overlords are here. As you probably have figured out!” Olga could not help giggling into the radio at this point.

“And do you want us to buzz your fat cunt again? Or are you going to show us the respect and subjugation that is demanded from a worthless test subject… like you.”

Dr. Semenov watched with a growing look of approval on his face as the woman at his feet shook the box from side to side, signaling she wished not to be shocked anymore. 

The woman took a position on the floor on her hands and knees and then lowered her arms so that she rested on her elbows and the breaker head box lay flat on the floor.

“We weren’t impressed with you trying to claw off the box, subject 157. Are you going to try that again? Or do you need some more inventive painful incentive to stop this bad behavior?”  Olga asked into the radio.

The head sealing box made a scratching noise on the hard concrete as it shifted from side to side just a fraction of an inch. The thick body of tormented woman was visibly trembling as all three scientists circled around it.

Then with a laugh, Olga said into the radio, “Now shake your fat ass, test subject. Shake it and circle it so our very important boss can see how well this device breaks the deserving women who will wear it.”

And at their feet the woman’s large naked buttocks began to rise up and down and then circle around. Her degrading ass gyrations going on and on and until Olga spoke again into the radio.

“Now up on your knees. And yes, you are being allowed this one chance to get up out of your mandatory animal stance.”

…

In the pitch black of the box, as the humor filled voice of Olga came through the speaker, the woman inside screamed. She cried and begged out loud, even as she performed her demeaning ass wiggling.

When she was told to get on her knees, she did so without hesitation. Though she had to hold the box with both hands as she clumsily up righted herself and she tried to sit back on her heels.

There was no sound inside the box but her own snotty sobbing. And all she could do was wait and hold the heavy box on her shoulders as she waited for more sick instructions from these sadistic people she couldn’t see, but who now with the utmost of depravity, controlled her every second of existence.

Then she shuddered as she felt a large hand grasp her left breast. It was a male hand she could tell, especially when its large thumb began to roll and rub over her nipple. A nipple still throbbing from having felt some sort of whip or cane in the first day she had found herself boxed up.

The fingers of the hand were strong and digging into her soft breast flesh as it lifted the breast up. When the hand finally pulled away, she felt a tiny bit of relief. But then shock and pain flooded back as that same hand slapped hard down on both of her tits.

…

Dr. Semenov raised up his hand and brought it down hard, one more time, on the boxed woman’s right breast. Then he begn to undo the fly of his lab trousers, telling the two female scientists watching,

“Tell the box headed fat cunt that I want a hand job…Tell it to find my dick.” he chuckled as he moved away out into the center of the cell.

Olga spoke enthusiastically into the small radio and said exactly that, but with some even more zesty language .

“Listen up, you ugly box headed fat old cunt…Our Boss, the man who will decide your fate, needs his cock taken care of…And since you have a box over your head and he can’t stick his proud dick into your ugly mouth…or into your steel sealed up cunt…He will need you to fist him and jack him off…Got it?”

The box on the kneeling woman’s shoulders nodded. The trio watched with some laughter as the woman’s shackled hands reached out into the air to grasp at nothing. 

They laughed even harder when the woman’s hands began to feel around in the air, looking to grasp an erect cock that was nowhere near her. The woman even dropped to all fours and began to furiously feel around the floor as if searching for Dr. Semenov’s feet.

Olga spoke into the radio and let her test subject know, “That’s the idea, crawl around and find his feet and when you do...make sure you find his important dick and grip and then pump it with the satisfaction he demands!”

Olga and Petrova were both giggling loudly as the box headed woman attempted to crawl around the cell floor. She moved through her own earlier made piss puddles. 

She knocked into some of the torturous devices laying around the cell floor. Dildos and a cane blocked her way. One dildo in particular as he hand landed on it, made her stop and her whole body noticeably shudder.

“Oh yes, that dildo I had Petrova sodomizing its asshole with when we first boxed it in. We used it extensively for the first day or so, until we decided to permanently plug its ass up with an out of date old electrode plug. One we might eventually wire into its pussy shock unit, right Petrova?”

The lip licking young assistant nodded her head as she watched her test subject’s hand rest on the head of the nasty looking dildo. It made the woman’s search stall for seconds. Seconds that had Olga barking into the radio.

“Move it along subject 157, or we will free up your ugly asshole and then fuck the shit out of it! Understand?” 

There was a subtle nod, and bump of the box against the floor. Then the plump woman at their feet began to crawl onward again. Her wrist and ankle chains making metallic scratching noises as she began to furiously search the floor.

…

Inside the box the woman was panicking again. Crying profusely as she tried to move her hands faster and scurry her knees faster through the damp cement. 

She desperately wanted to find this man’s shoes and then claw her hands up his pant legs to grasp his dick. She knew it was imperative to find this cock and pump it with her hands, sight unseen, so she would not face the wrath some more seriously painful anal violations.

And when her hand landed on what she knew to be a man’s expensive leather dress shoe, she groaned out a sigh of relief inside the pitch black box. A groan that became whimpers as she slowly mover her hands out the unseen man’s trouser leg.

She gulped in the blackness as her hand moved over his upper thigh and then bumped into his erect penis. She slowly moved her hand underneath its bobbing length, feeling his pubic hair and then even his balls that had been set free of his trousers.

Should she just stroke this man’s jutting dick with one hand or both? She had no idea what they expected and no way to ask the disturbing question. So shuffling a little more forward on her knees, she let go off the box, hoping it would balance on her shoulders.

Then she grasped his surprisingly thick member and she begn to pump both her hands up and down its length. Pumping and stroking and praying that she was doing it correctly.

…

Dr. Semenov had his hands on his hips and was groaning in pleasure. The faceless captive woman’s hands were performing extremely well, even if they were cuffed in thick rings of steel and connected by just a foot of unbreakable chain.

His delight at how well this woman could jerk a dick off was evident when he groaned out,

“Damn, I need one of this permanently in my office…Parked on her knees, right beside the one I have with that permanent ring gag drilled through her cheeks.”

The woman’s hands stroked and even put in a slight twist of his dick that had him rolling his eyes back. Then seconds later he came, his hands no longer on his hips but on the box which he shook and then slapped.

…

Inside the box her head shook. Her neck hurt as the box jerked about. The noise of the pounding on the box was loud inside, and she knew it meant one thing. He had climaxed. 

Plus, she could feel his cum in her hand as she pumped over the full length of his rigid dick, from base to tip. And then she felt some of those ejections of male spirit hit her jiggling tits and stomach rolls.

Btu she didn’t stop pumping or stroking his dick. Full of fear, she knew not to stop until signed too. And that signal happened when she felt a searing pain her ass. 

Her hands flew off the unseen man’s dick ,and she toppled over to the floor, screaming inside her tiny lightless and stifling prison.

…

Petrova swung the cane and snapped it across the woman’s large ass for a fifth brutal time. The new cane marks welting up on the woman’s brutalized ass were some of the worst yet and blood trickled from two of them.

“And that’s the best way you get it stop.” Giggled Petrova as she looked a Dr. Semenov’s wilting and semen dripping cock.

Olga looked at the imposing and smirking doctor, who gave her a quick nod.

“Petrova, please attend to cleaning up the good doctor’s male appendage. He prefers lips and tongue over cloth or paper.”

“Yes ma’am.” Acknowledged the young assistant who without hesitation dropped to her knees in front of her two superiors, set aside her clipboard, and second later she began to lick and suck on Dr. Semenov’s semen dripping dick.

Oblivious to the lab coated young woman currently licking his dick clean, Dr. Semenov turned to Olga and then asked for her recommendations on the project.

“So how much longer do you want to run this study on test subject 157? It seems like you are having much success only three days in, with controlling its behavior?”

Olga walked closer over to the woman who had now assumed the expected position of being on all fours. Her cane maimed ass stuck up in the air and the head box bobbing off the woman’s shoulders.

“Oh, I would like to keep this study going for at least another week or two…And then maybe we transfer for it over to my ongoing anal project. With the ample body mass of this subject, I think we can keep its usefulness ongoing for many months…before we retire it.”

“Or we could introduce in your other idea, ma’am?” asked a kneeling Petrova, looking rather keen and proud up at her immediate boss, Olga.

She licked her lips and swallowed the tiny amount of cum that she had licked off the doctor’s dick. Her small hands were now working carefully to put Dr. Semenov’s perfectly cleaned off cock back in his trousers.

“What idea is that?” asked an inquisitive looking Dr. Semenov as he generously helped Petrova back up off the floor and onto her four inch heels.

“Well Sir, I had this idea.” Started Olga before an excited Petrova interjected, “ And it’s a great idea Sir!”

Both her senior co-workers smirked at each other over her exuberance. An excitement that then spilled across Dr. Semenov’s face as he heard Olga’s idea.

“Quite simple, but I would like to run Breaker Box study #14. And include in the box a small video screen. A screen that can be turned off and on, as we please, and then allow us to show the subject inside…what tools we will use... and the parts of its body we will use them on!”

Visibly excited now as she witnessed how interested Dr. Semenov was becoming, Olga raced on.

“Plus, we can stream in vivid live closeups of the physical punishments we deliver. I am curious to see the physical reaction of a boxed subject, say…as its clit gets needled or even snipped? Or as we approach it with fully heated blow torches and branding irons. What will be the difference in its behavior if we control what it sees coming…Or give it flashes of such real time images?”

Dr. Semenov clapped his hands and then said Olga’s favorite words.

“A grand idea, Olga, Excellent, excellent work. Put in a requisition for the required equipment and if you want a new subject for the study, definitely put in a requisition with subject acquisitions…They are about to run a new round of covert acquisitions, since we are very low on stock.”

He rubbed his chin and then with one step and swift kick of his fine Italian leather dress shoe, the point of which then smacked into the boxed woman’s dangling right tit, he offered,

“Or as Petrova suggested, keep using this fat one…It would definitely be beneficial to the company to re-use it in another study, seeing how low we are currently on subject stock.  As you said, it’s ample mass should make sure it lasts for quite a while…and quiet a few test studies. Months and maybe a year even.”

It was then Olga noticed the box headed woman thrashing about and trying to crawl into the corner. Her cuffed hands were now clawing at the wall as if trying to find a way out.

Curious, Olga looked down at her hand and the little radio she held. The radio’s speak button was pressed in and stuck. The long and lurid conversation the trio had been having, of course broadcast to the heavily panicking woman trapped inside the box.

Olga threw her head back and laughed, as so did each of her coworkers in turn. Her last broadcast statement into the box being,

Crawling to hopefully avoid the worst

Expediency is of the utmost importance for this suffering woman. Even with such a cruel and hobbling wood stock bolted around her left ankle and a hefty cast iron ball chained to that, she still must make her way with haste to the platform situated in the middle of the kingdom’s most diabolical dungeon.

Sobbing and terrified, she will fight to drag her whip thrashed and abused naked body through the dirt of the dungeon’s central compound. 

The fresh whip marks on her thighs, back and ass forgotten about as she tries to rapidly drag her body forward to the required destination. Her determination and sight set on only one thing, crawling to that platform before the last bell tolls.

Because outside the dungeon, the bells of the nearby royal cathedral ring out that it is about to be noon.  

Twelve loud echoing clangs of the cathedral’s imposing bell is all the time she has, all the time the jailors and the Dungeon Master allot her, to make her way to the platform for her daily round of punishment. 

Twelve loud rings that can be heard all throughout this medieval era, capital city. It’s the mid 17th century and the power of the Church and the King mean that women, no matter their station, can so easily have their hopes and spirits crushed by the power of the ruling men, like this unfortunate woman has.

But why would she be so willing to crawl so eagerly to a place where she will probably have her hands chained above her head as she is forced to kneel and accept the dominance of her jailor and the frequently visiting Bishop? 

To possibly be whipped, or branded, and for sure, brutally forced to suffer and endure degradation in ways no woman would want to imagine? With tortuous things or men’s parts stuffed into places that once only a husband was supposed to use.

Why? Because the alternative is even worse. The alternative of not willingly presenting herself at the platform as the last bell tolls high noon would only lead to intense excruciating punishment.

Horrific punishments that she had already witnessed inflicted on others when she was first thrown into this nightmarish place. Outlandish and excruciating tortures that she herself had tragically experienced, but just once, many days ago.

The painful reminder of what could be inflicted on her, still throbbing down in between her legs. Her permanently maimed most private parts still aching from the heat of the branding iron.

A pain so brutal and destructive of her sex that she screamed and wailed herself hoarse stuck there on the stone wall, hands shackled high above her head. 

Her only response to what they did to her was to howl in agony for hours even after the branding iron and the threatening bucket of glowing hot coals had long cooled off.

A pain and agony, a depraved experience of unnecessary and grotesque punishment, that she hopes to God to never experience again.

But seeing how God in on the Bishop’s side, and not on some unlucky ample chested woman, now branded a whore by the powers that be…We can be assured that her suffering will never let up…or end…

.

Left to rot on the wall.

The painful minutes had turned into agonizing hours, and the hours then into excruciating days. Days of hanging there on the wall. Her hands numb, her wrists constantly trickling blood and her arms feeling like they wanted to rip from the sockets of her shoulders.

She had screamed and screamed, endlessy for the first few hours.  Pleading herself hoarse in a futile attempt to get the attention of the guards who had stripped off every bit of clothing she had on. 

Brutal, handsy guards, who after stripping her naked and bolting snug fitting steel shackles around her slender wrists, strung her up on this barren crumbling prison cell wall by those cruelly pinching, inescapable wrist cuffs. 

Her desperate wails and begging at them to let her down, to stop groping her as she swung there on the wall, was met with only a few hard punches to her stomach before their wandering large male hands found her whipped tits, whipped ass cheeks and freshly shaved and branded pussy. 

The lecherous men squeezed and dug their fingers into places that they didn’t belong. But even then, after all the abusive groping and catching her breath from more cruel stomach punches, she unwisely still attempted to beg them to let her down. 

Her blubbered out words that included ‘unjust’,  ‘not fair’, ‘inhumane’ and ‘please God…have mercy…I’m innocent’, were only laughed at by the group of guards who had just made her life a living hell.

And in the end, all that her desperate pleading had gotten her was to be cruelly bull whipped as she hung there by her wrists, utterly defenseless and howling for mercy. 

And then, unimaginably, it got worse.

When she had tried to twist away from the searing pain of the bull whip tip, flailing her legs out, and even landing a kick at one of the guards, it took them no time to wrap heavy lengths of chain around her ankles and weigh down her legs with a nearly 50 pound chunk of heavy concrete.

Now she was utterly at their mercy. Utterly stretched out and suffering every second, with no hope of escape from this nightmarish place or the endless agony she was in as gravity constantly tortured her.

As each new day dawned, she learned that she was to be afflicted with various forms of torture. Each new day brought about some new and horrific way for the guards to torment her as she dangled there on the wall.

And hanging there in the cold dreary cell, she knew it was a new day because of the small, barred window which this cell inexplicably had built into a wall. 

A small window that was able to hint at the sunrises and sunsets happening in the outside world, which she didn’t realize yet, but a world she would never see again.

She blinked and tried to move her fingers. They were numb beyond belief. Once, days ago she had tried to lift her weary head to look up at her bleeding wrists. The sight of her black and blue useless hands made her sob and she hung her head in defeat. 

She hadn’t looked back up since then. Her distraught eyes, when focused, stared at the floor. Her eyes sometimes blinking and focusing, when she saw the rats scurry under her chained down feet or a line of cockroaches skitter by.

And if her eyes did focus for longer, they might catch a glimpse of some of the tools and items left scattered on the blood and piss stained floor. 

The tools that the sadistic guards so eagerly used to make her scream, howl and sometimes even beg for death as they laughed and taunted her.

She blinked again as a series of small shadows raced under her feet. The rats were passing through her cell. The movement of them paired with the golden glow coming in through the tiny cell window signaling that another day in hell was about to begin for her.

She tried to lick her lips, but no moisture made it there. Her mouth was dry and in desperate need of hydration. Her throat was dry and hoarse too. Water had not passed over her lips in days. 

Her collapsing stomach rumbled, like the lack of water, food had barely touched her lips. In fact, as she hung there now, her shoulder and arms throbbing in ceaseless pain, she could not remember when she last had any food, or something resembling it.

The weak glow of the early morning sun sneaking into the cell allowed her eyes to focus and see the horrors of her predicament. 

She looked down at her tortured chest to see that her sandwiched nipples, protruding grotesquely from their horrendously overtightened clamps, were now the same color as her trapped hands. The crushed flesh, once a deep purple, was now turning blackish.

She let her head droop and she sobbed deeply, crying and softly mumbling for it to all to end. Her mumbling and blubbering ending abruptly as she heard the loud click of the cell door lock and then the sound of the solid metal door sliding sideways on the concrete.

In strode two hulking and menacing looking guards. It was two of the men who had taken great delight in tormenting her from the moment they bolted the tight cuffs around her wrists and then lifted her up to leave her ‘Rotting’ on the wall as one of them had put it.

She kept her eyes down, her filthy hair cascading over the sides of her face. But any hair that would have flowed over the front of her face had been roughly hacked off when they also shaved her pussy.

“We always like to see you pathetic cunts' terrified eyes as we work you over!” the guard hacking away at her bangs and dry shaving her pussy had growled.

She could see her cruelly clamped tits heaving on her chest as she hung there in terrifying anticipation of what these two might do to her next.

That guard of the “Rotting on the wall” quote, the one with a red beard and well-toned arms, he strode up to her and without a word drove his fist hard into her concave stomach. 

For a gasping long moment, she couldn’t breathe. She was trying to gulp air into her lungs as his large hands cupped both her tortured breasts. Her breath did come back, just in time for her to scream as he twisted around both the clamps crushing her nipples by almost 180 degrees.

“How’s life on the wall, inmate? Enjoying your luxury accommodation? After all you have a fuckin window. You know how many of the cunts locked away in this place would gladly suck all day on my dick to get a cell with a window?...And let me tell you, most have tried!”

He laughed and then released his hands from her tortured tits. He appeared to turn his large frame around but then he drove an elbow into her stomach, just because he was in a mood.

The other guard approached her too and grabbed her chin. He tilted her head from side to side, studying her anguished face. Her cracked lips and the hoarse way she had screamed, as her clamped nipples were twisted, made him correctly ask,

“You thirsty, inmate? You need a drink?”

Hanging there by her wrists, her ankles weighed down, all she could do was nod her head the tiniest bit and murmur, “yess…soo thirsty.” 

She hadn’t even finished whispering out her desire for water when the sound of liquid hitting metal echoed around in the cell. 

It was followed by the red bearded guard laughing mockingly as he held his dick and he sent a stream of yellow urine into the banged up tin bucket lying near the cruel concrete weight that kept her feet anchored.

“Nice warm drink coming right up…That should fix your thirst.” 

When his stream of piss died out and he had finished shaking off his dick, he nodded at his coworker. 

“Care to donate some piss to this fucking sorry bitch?”

The other guard squeezed in her cheeks, and he smirked dead into her face.

 “Sure. I bet she’d love something to wet her lips and soothe that throat of hers. I bet she wishes she was locked up down on her knees, like most of the other pathetic bitches in here...Then her throat wouldn’t be so dried out…from all the swallowing.”

He finished his speech with a wink and then he pulled out his dick. He made a loud sound of relief as he pissed a long stream into the bucket. 

“Damn, I ‘ve been needing to do that ever since that cute little whore in cell 19 greedily sucked my dick this morning…I could have pissed in her mouth too, but I saved it for you…inmate?”

He paused and tilted his head down to read the numbers burned in above her pussy.

“Hmm…what the fuck number are you? Oh ya…inmate 113.” 

Evern after dragging her into this place, locking her up and suspending her there on the wall, and then coming in each and every day for almost a week to taunt her and torture her, they hadn’t actually learned her name or even her prison ID number.

Both their bladders empty, red beard picked up the bucket and raised it to her quivering lips. Her mouth at first was set in an apprehensive line. Her dried out and cracked lips sealed tight in a grimace.

 Her chin though was quaking and her desire to drink something, anything, was making her wonder how nice it might be to even have these sadistic men’s piss wet her lips and throat.

There was the sound of something scraping on the floor behind her and then into her vision came the tortuous dual-pointed, dildo mounted end of the most excruciating instrument the guards had used on her.

“The other guard held the long pole and poked her nose with the phallic like tip of the horrid instrument. She could still smell her own ass on the thing, and even worse, she could taste herself as he nudged her pursed lips with it, and he asked,

“You want this rammed up in your ugly butt again. It made you lose your shit, in more ways than one, for an entire day rotting away on this wall. If I remember correctly, you bled out of your skewered butt cheeks and even your plugged up ass…for hours after we took it out of you.”

He pushed the asshole soiled dildo end of the tool hard into her mouth, banging her teeth and then making her choke on the thing as he stuck a good 3 inches into her gagging and hacking mouth. 

One of the sharp tips of the tool of torture now perilously close to poking her right eye and she shrieked around the thing in her mouth.

“So, do we shove it up in your ass again? Or are you going to accept our generous offer of something to drink?...it’s your choice inmate.”

When he pulled the rod back out of her mouth, she coughed and then with a tortured rasp, gasped, “Piss…please…piss...piss…please let me have piss…AUUWWCKCK!”

The other guard hadn’t waited for her to finish begging. He just jabbed the bucket at her face, rammed the edge into her mouth and then tilted it up. So fast that a flood of the warm urine cascaded out of the sides of her open and trying to swallow mouth.

He had to tilt the bucket back down a bit so most of it didn’t run down the lower half of her face, her neck and tortured chest. But enough did spill that it made her chest, stomach and stubble covered pussy glisten with a yellow shaded wetness.

With the bucket empty, he threw it to the floor. Letting it roll to the far wall as she gulped, licked her lips and then let out a series of deep sobs. 

The precious liquid of their piss had incredibly relieved the endless dryness of her throat and wetted her parched lips, but her stomach, even after suffering all those needless punches, was turning inside out from hunger.

Both the guards had already made it to the cell door. The red bearded guard was already dragging the huge steel panel across the doorway, intent on closing it and leaving her to hang there by her wrists for the rest of the mind-numbing, soul breaking day.

She lifted her head and then asked with a whimper’

“Food…any food…pleassse?”

Red beard looked both ways out in the prison hallway. He put his hands on his hips and he grinned at her.

“Okay, why the fuck not…I’ll feed you…I’ll feed you what I give lots of the other hungry, broken cunts, jailed in this place.”

He stepped back into the cell and confusion flooded her face as he unzipped his brown prison uniform trousers and he pulled out his cock.

He strode over to her and with his left hand he cupped her mound. He grabbed her between her legs so firmly and so powerfully that for the first time in a week an alien feeling appeared. 

It was the minor release of the excruciating feeling of not having all her weight pulling on her shoulders, her stretched up arms and cuffed wrists. His massive hand wedged between her thighs reducing the constant aching throb in her arms and shoulders as he forced his hand upward.

But the relief was only for a few brief seconds. Then two of his fingers were curled up into her dry slit. He pumped his fingers. He rubbed her mound. 

The still healing brand of her inmate numbers made her wail as he rubbed at her sore flesh with his palm. Her wail became some loud sobbing shrieks as he tried to add a third finger to her unwanted violation. 

Success of his three-finger penetration led to some furious jack hammering of his fingers up into her sex. He was turned on big time as she wailed and writhed on his invading hand.

But she was too overcome with his hand abuse to notice that he was pumping his now rock-hard jutting cock with his other hand. She only noticed his vigorous self-pleasuring when he groaned loudly and he pulled his left hand out from between her legs, much to her relief.

Through her watery gaze she watched as he pumped out his climax and in doing so, he filled up his cupped left hand with his slimy white ejaculate. A generous handful of white stringy liquid that he lifted up to her mouth. 

“Lick it up, inmate…Get some much needed protein into that skanky belly of yours.”

He said as he tilted his hand up to aid in the cum slipping into her mouth. A mouth she had open and accepting. A mouth that tried to even slurp the cum off his cupped and tilted palm.

Even her tongue was darting out to lick at the tangy salty substance he was offering out of his large hand. It was after all the first and only ‘food’ she had been given since being strung up and left to rot on the wall of this cell.

He was chuckling loudly and shaking his head at her as he watched her lick his hand clean. Her eyes were closed and there was still that constant look of incredible discomfort on her face from hanging by her arms constantly, but he swore she was enjoying being fed cum.

“I’ve seen some eager cunts in this place, but nothing like that before….too bad.” 

He muttered with a loud chuckle as he pulled his hand away from her face. A hand now totally devoid of any of his ejaculations. A hand that was as clean as it was when he first arrived at work in the mornings.

Then he lightly swatted her face, careful not to dirty his hand again. He looked straight into her distraught eyes, letting her know,

“Because inmate…you can consider that your last meal…and probably your last ever chance to ride some man’s long thick fingers…Seems your sentencing has been finalized along with all the other uppity cunts you were arrested with. And well, our esteemed President wants to make an example of all you protesting ‘Equal Rights’ bitches!”

Her tired head lifted, a dribble of his semen slipped off her lower lip and slid down her quivering chin. A look of outright terror and panic deforming her cum smeared face.

A Little’s short short’s dilemma…

A re-edit and repost of some fun Daddy time

He swung the instrument he called the Punishing Cane menacingly thru the air. Then he raised up the tip of it to touch under her chin with the end of the glazed wooden rod. 

She whimpered and strained at the painful ropes wrapping her wrists. She tried to stand on the toes of her converse clad feet to take some of the ache out of her arms and stop her wrists from burning. 

The extra weight of her school backpack still on her shoulders was having a negative effect on her shoulders and raised arms. A small tear trickled down her right cheek.

Tapping her delicate skin lightly, he made her raise her head up to look at his stern face as he began his admonishment of her.

“So princess, why is Daddy going to punish you? Why am I going to cane and welt up your pert little bum?”

She gulped and stuttered out her response.

“Be…B…because I wore my shortie shorts outside…Sir?” she shakenly replied.

“That’s right princess, you wore your shortie shorts outside. Which meant, all the boys could see your perky bum cheeks. That’s being mean to all those boys, and men, who saw your adorable, cute ass cheeks. You were making them all horny and wanting to touch your adorable bottom and play with your perfect little body. But only one person is allowed to touch you, right princess?”

“Yes Daddy” she replied softly, looking up into his darkening lust filled eyes.

His free hand travelled to her bare trembling torso, and he pushed it up under her crop top. He found her perky A-cup left tit, barely hidden under the short cotton top.  He easily pushed her crop top up high enough on her almost flat chest so that both her perky pokie nipples were exposed.

“And who is the only one allowed touch you here?” he asked, as he gave her extra sensitive puckered tiny nipple a devious little pinch and twist.

“Only one…and that’s you Daddy…Sir!” She squealed out as he pinched and twisted her delicate bud. His grip never letting off until he saw one tiny tear slide down her left cheek to match the ones that had leaked from her right eye.

She bit her bottom lip as he slid his large hand across her braless and now shivering small chest. He cupped her other small breast, and she clenched her eyes shut waiting for him to squeeze and twist this one too. But was relieved when he didn’t. 

She let out a loud moan that morphed into a giggle instead. He had trailed his fingers down her bare midriff and begun skating his fingertips over her sensitive soft stomach flesh. He was the next one to let out an approving moan as he felt the soft super smooth skin of her tummy.

Her tight tummy muscles contracted as he then tickled her stomach. Her sneakered feet began to dance as she giggled and tried to move her tummy away from his tickling hand. The giggle then became a tortured laugh as he seriously began to mercilessly tickle her waist.

“No, No Daddy NOOO!” she screamed as he kept tickling her.

A tickling that went on so long and so brutally that she could feel her crotch dampen from the first few drops leaking out of her bladder. The possibility that she would piss herself was just seconds away as he kept wriggling his fingertips all around her exposed waist and tummy.

Then to her utter relief he gripped her waist hard before raising that hand up to give her face a solid medium strength slap. Her face heated and she moaned as she watched him put down the cane and bring his hand back to slip south down her core.

It slipped downward and over the soft velour fabric of her trouble causing short shorts. He cupped her quivering mound, a camel toe forming in the soft fabric as his middle finger slid along the crotch seam of the shorts. Sliding back and forth over her hidden pussy, between her now shaking legs.

“And who is the only person allowed to touch here? Who does this firm little mound and hidden away sweet snug little hole belong to?”

“TO YOU SIR, My little hole belongs only to you! Daddy…Sir! No other boys are allowed to touch it…or see it!” she gasped at her controlling Daddy. 

Gasping because she was still trying to catch her breath after his intense tickling. And shaking because his hand was doing such sweet things to her velour covered pussy.

“Then why sweetie? Why do you flaunt what belongs to me? Why do you tease all the other men and boys out there, at your school and in the world? Why do you parade your sexy ass, dressed in these revealing slutty little shorts, out in public?”

He asked this knowing full well why she liked to dress so cute, so revealing…so cock stroking provocatively.

She liked the attention. His little loved to show off her toned, shapely body, like any good girl with a perfectly round bottom would like to do. And she also knew it would make him jealous, angry and ready to punish her.

“Because Daddy, I like the way they look at me. I like the way all the boys stare at my bum and tiny boobies. I like the way my teachers heads pivot and the way they lick their lips when I walk by on my way to class.” She told him, fighting back a smile on her face.

“Does it make you mad, Daddy? Does it make you want to punish me, hard…Sir?” she added with a coquettish look.

He fought a grin too, but to erase her hint of a smile, he slapped her face ponce again. And as she winced and even let out a soft sob he reached down and adjusted his towering erection that was trying to escape his jeans. 

The tip of his large dick had begun to stick out over the waistband of his weathered old jeans. He rubbed his hand over the denim to give his cock a stroke. Then with a huff and an aroused deep growl, he replied,

“That’s right my mischievous angel, it pisses me off when you show your cute bottom to the world. All those horny boys, all those lecherous old men, watching you and wishing they could touch your pretty bum as they dream of then putting their cocks in your sweet pussy or your pretty cock loving mouth.”

She gulped as she thought about all those boys and men wanting her. Wanting to touch and squeeze her bum. Wanting to put their fingers or cocks in her snug tight pussy or better yet have her on her knees with their cocks filling up her mouth so much, she could barely breathe.

His hand cupped her mound, and he could feel the dampness down there, even through the fabric of her revealing tiny shorts. The little squirt of piss she had released during the tickling torture and the drenching arousal of her pussy were about to leave a visible wet spot on her shorts.

His other hand cupped her chin making her lift her head back and her eyes up so she could witness him growl down at her.

 “Your Daddy is going to punish you now, for your extremely bratty behaviour! You understand?”

He curled his hand up in between her thighs, making her whimper and her sneakered heels lift even higher off the floor. He almost laughed out loud at how quickly he felt the moisture from her clenching snug pussy seep thru the velour of her tight-fitting shorts.

He gave the fabric covered damp folds of her pussy a few quick strokes with his long fingers and then abruptly pulled his hand away.  A whimper escaped her pouting lips as he took away her source of pelvic gyrating amusement.

Her whimper became rather loud though as she watched him picked back up the most dreaded object in her room. The Punishing Cane was back in his grip and he swung it around, making it swish in the air.

He squeezed her chin and then tapped the cane at the wet spot of her shorts, down between her soft thighs. She felt him dig the cane into her deep revealing camel toe and she shuddered as the cane contacted her swollen pulsating hidden away clit.

“What are you going to do to me Daddy?” she whimpered out in partial real fear. That little flick of the cane had really hurt.

She pulled futilely on her bound and suspended wrists. A deep shiver ran thru her body as his stern face leaned down and into hers. The punishing intent on his face making her for the moment, begin to actually regret ever wearing the shorts.

He breathed in deep and then growled into her face.

 “First, my bratty naughty Angel, I am going to pull down your offending shorts which will expose all your most private parts, since I know you were extra slutty today when you went out…and you didn’t even wear any underwear!”

This truth was apparent from the very revealing and visibly damp camel toe in her extra small shorts. And the more her stern Daddy stroked the cane between her thighs, the more prominent became every detail of her velour covered pussy.

“With no pretty little girl panties on your hips, I will be able to immediately stuff my fingers in you. In and out…in and out…A finger fuck of your tight little twat! And just as you want to cum, I will pull them out!”

His so-called punishment sounded so delicious to her at this moment that she didn’t even notice she was trying to shift her pelvis back and forth in an attempt to ride the cane he was still rubbing hard over her mound.

But then she shrieked as he flicked the cane up and down. Smacking it firmly up into her damp sex with a sudden sting and flood of heat.

“And with my fingers pulled out of your wanting, tight little cunt…I can then start to cane your sweet ass!”

He took another much-needed gulp of air. He was panting and the tip of his cock was leaking out precum over the waist of his jeans. His hard cock ready to burst in those tight jeans as he thought about how he was about to debase and defile his little one.

“And I will cane it, viciously sweetie!  Till it is streaked bright red, and you are screaming and begging me to stop. And then what will happen next?” He asked tapping the tip of her nose with a finger.

His Little angel, breathing hard, her small pert chest heaving, half in anticipation and half in dread of her coming punishment, hoarsely replied,

“Then, Sir, will put his big thingie in my tight little pussy even as I am still sobbing. Sir will make me ride his cock until I cry and scream. And then you will make me get on my knees and suck your thingie, until it shoots that hot sticky stuff into my mouth that makes me choke. You will make me swallow it all and then lick your Daddy cock clean, before tying me to my bed. Then you’ll ram something fat in my cunny, or worse…maybe my bum hole, and you’ll leave me there to cry and beg, tied spread eagle…leaving me to lie there for hours to think about what I did wrong.”

When she finished this short speech, she was sure she was just seconds and one or two precisely aimed touches away from climaxing in these ropes.

Her Daddy tapped the tip of the cane under her chin and then ran it down the middle of her heaving chest. He jabbed it there, right into the tip of her nipple, then flicking the cane tip hard over her nipple to make her shriek before he continued the cane’s path down over her trembling torso. 

He stopped only when he had the tip of the cane centered perfectly between her thighs again. The tip of the cane sliding thru her clenching thighs, right where he could see her puffy little cunt trying to burst out of the shorts.  

The cute ridges of flesh were barely hidden by the stretching soft, thin fabric of her snug and now seriously damp shorts. 

Rubbing the cane back and forth, between the centre of those two lovely little swollen puffs of fabric, he watched as she bit down on her lip and purred. 

Flicking his wrist, he gave a series of firm sharp taps of the cane. Directly there on her swollen little mound. For sure hitting her puffy throbbing little clit, given the whole-body shuddering and loud aroused whimpers her pretty mouth spewed forth.

“That’s right princess, that is exactly what Daddy intends to do to his naughty little girl.”

And as he slowly began to wiggle his finger in behind the waistband of her tight little shorts, so he could shimmy them down her lean toned young legs, he asked one more thing.

“And my Little girl knows why she is being punished, right?…So I ask…Will you ever wear these shorts again?”

“Yes, Daddy, I do know why… and yes, Daddy…I will.” She gasped out.

“And why is that, Princess?” he uttered, raising one eyebrow in inquisitive consideration of her insubordinate answer. 

His hands now very busy dragging her shorts down over her hips and down to her knees. His intention to pull them all the way down to her ankles derailed when he stared into her exposed and shaved hairless mound. A perfect display of wet pussy puffiness that was now right at his face level.

“Because then Daddy can punish me…again...” she blurted out, as she sagged into her ropes and felt her Daddy insert his first finger into her tight quivering cunt and then his tongue unexpectedly lick at her damp pussy folds.

Welcome to the world of Doctor Berringer…A highly regarded plastic surgeon with an incredibly dark and twisted secret 

Story #1

Doctor Berringer shook the hand of his last patient for the day. She was a sixty something year old wife of some billionaire and she was in his office for her 4th consultation. 

“So, we shall book you in two weeks from now for that bit of neck work. You know Mrs. Abrahams; you really are looking brilliant. I must say the breast lift we did on you last year is holding up nicely.”

The rich socialite blushed like they all did when he told them how good looking they appeared, especially because of his handiwork. Doctor Berringer was after all, one of the most sought after plastic surgeons in all of California.

He was renowned for his artistry and ability to make any homely old cow look like a movie star, well that’s how he internalized his own abilities. 

He said goodbye to Mrs. Abrahams one last time and watched her from behind as she walked down the hall to his clinic’s waiting room and reception desk.

He could tell she was putting on a show for him, swaying her hips in what would normally be considered too short a skirt for a woman of that age. Another inch off the hem of the very short skirt and her butt cheeks might show, he pondered with a grin.

But that would have been fine, since his work on her ass and her legs made the 60 year old look like a 30 year old from behind. He shook his head and then licked his lips. The thought of working on some legs made his dick harden.

He quickly made for the reception area and greeted his pretty blonde receptionist, Michelle. She had worked for him for a good two months now since his last receptionist had taken off on holiday in Mexico and disappeared. Or so her family, friends and police thought.

Oh he so wished to work on Michelle, but he knew that he had already selected too close to home on his last project. Which is why he had searched elsewhere, hundreds of miles away, and with great success.

“That everyone, Michelle?” he asked as he looked around the empty waiting room. 

“Yes, Sir…That’s all for today. Uhhmm, is there anything else you need me to do?” she asked with a blushing smile.

Doctor Berringer, knew why she smiled and blushed. They all did. Besides being a highly renowned plastic surgeon and making seven figures a year with his private clinic, he was also tall, tanned and muscular. 

His daily workouts and winning genetics made him a masculine 10 on the scale. It also made one part of his secret life oh so much easier when the time came.

Thinking about how to answer Michelle’s question, he briefly imagined her strapped down to one of the clinic’s examination tables. Her legs spread wide. A massive dental gag rammed in her mouth that made her cry and groan. 

And of course he was braced over top of her, with his cock lined up and ready to punch into her exposed pussy. A pussy whose lips had been stitched wide to her now bloody inner thighs.

He shook his head again to clear his thoughts and then with a smile, told Michelle,

“Nothing else. You can go home now…and be careful on the drive. There’s some crazy’s out there.”

Michelle blushed and remarked,

“Thank you, Sir. You know Doctor Berringer, I don’t know if enough people tell you this, but you’re very nice… and thoughtful. You always care about my safety…it’s very sweet.”

Doctor Berringer could only nod and smile at his young assistant’s view of him. A view held by many people. Well, many people except a very select few. A few whose perception of him, their feelings about him, were unknown to the general world, and never would be.

With Michelle gone and the last of his nurses having also left the clinic, Doctor Berringer retired to his office at the back of the building. A building he had overseen designing and building in detail.

He mixed himself a cocktail from his vintage bar trolley and then sat back in his plush office chair. He pulled out a laptop from a hidden door in the desk and then powered it up. 

Within seconds and a couple clicks of some buttons he had the screen showing six distinct video feeds. Each feed made his dick harden. Each live stream made his balls tighten and his cock twitch. 

Sipping his drink, he stared at the screen. All six feeds while fairly dim to view, due to low lighting, showed a silhouette of a female. Their breasts, some in various states of distress and bondage, gave their sex away.

He pressed two keys and watched as the images in two of the screen blocks lit up. The lighting in those rooms where the cameras resided, he had turned on remotely. 

On the screen, those two females began to flail about and thrash. He tapped the volume button and then was hit with a blast of screaming, sobbing and in one instance some frenzied begging.

Doctor Berringer nodded and speaking out loud to those two panicked females on the screen, he said.

“Yes…yes, you two will be tonight’s entertainment…and one of you will have the pleasure of getting further modified. I mean do you really need that many limbs when you have a cock loving mouth like that.”

He tapped the screen over one of the six feeds and then rose up out of his chair. He downed the last of his cocktail and then he proceeded to leisurely push a tall bookcase aside.

 He punched a code into the keypad that was sunk into the hidden smooth grey steel door that had appeared behind his bookcase. The door opened and he stared down a long pristine white walled hallway.

This was his secret. A long hallway and ten doors. And the biggest secret of all was what was currently behind six of those doors. 

Though if one had been able to visit this secret place just a few weeks ago, like only a few very wealthy and deviant individuals could, one would have found secrets behind eight of them. Two of those secrets had now been relocated. Relocated to wherever their new owners had wanted.

….

Down the hall and behind door number #4, she was whimpering and shivering and crying in utter disbelief. The lights had suddenly come on to full brightness and a threatening deep male voice had chuckled and rambled on about things she still had yet to fully comprehend.

But she could not escape that voice or this room. She was trapped there sitting on her bare ass and staring at a thick post with her cuffed hands stuck over her head. Her sex felt deeply uncomfortable, her arms ached from being stuck above her head, and her vision was blurry from all her tears.

The chain that connected her sore wrists was just simply looped over a horizontal steel pipe above her head. A piece of pipe that was mounted into the post. A piece of pipe that ended in a very phallic upturned chunk of metal.

She had tried to lift her hands up off the thing, desperate to try and free herself from this all too real nightmare. But there was no way to lift her body up. No way to raise her naked body up off the floor without a struggle and even some horrible pain…since most of her legs were missing.

Every time she looked down to see where her well-toned legs should be, she began to sob and shriek loudly into the well-sealed room. Screaming for help. Screaming for someone, anyone to come save her.

She barely remembered a thing from the last couple days. But she did remember being at a night club, dancing and being bought drinks, and then waking up naked and strapped down, spread eagle to a cool steel table in a place she had no idea where it existed.

There had been a massive gag of some sort filling her mouth. The nameless white coated and white masked man who loomed over her, appeared from his chuckling, to take delight in pumping on the tube running into the gag. 

A pumping that made her desperate to scream mouth fill up more and more with stretchable thick rubber. A gag that kept her utterly speechless as he spent hours touching her body, probing it with medical tools and casually fingering her sex at will.

And then finally to her immense confusion he produced what looked like a black marker from his white physician’s coat pocket. He tapped her on the nose with it and then he tapped at each of her puckered and pointed nipples.

“These we keep…They are so lovely.” He said as he lowered his face to one.

He pulled down his mask and then put his mouth fully over her right nipple. He sucked on it for minutes and then bit it with a firmness that made her back try and arch and a pained moan try and escape her well plugged up mouth.

She barely felt him make the thick marker enter her pussy, his teeth and mouth were having that sort of effect on her right tit. When he pulled the thick black capped pen back out of her slit, she watched with distress as he sniffed the entire length of it. Then he uncapped it.

“Right…Now down to business…Time to address your modifications. We’ll start here… and here.” 

He stated simply, as he drew a dotted line around each of her upper thighs. The marker tickled in her spread inner thighs. And she grew more confused by his actions.

The tickle then turned into a disgusted feeling of violation and she winced. For even as she tried to beg, he had capped the marker and once again stuck it up inside her snug pussy.

Lying there she watched him through her watery eyes walk over to wheeled, stainless steel table. When she witnessed him pick up a terrifying looking saw, she began to rightly freak out. Her thrashing about on the table so violent that the table began to shift and move on the tile floor.

“Hmmm, I really need to anchor this table and add more restraints. You specimens never seem to be calm about this…modifying. Well then, tranquilizers it is…this time.  I really would like to do this to you… or maybe the next one…fully conscious.”

Those were the last words she remembered as he approached her with a large syringe which he injected into her neck. Seconds later she blacked out…But then she woke up in here and her nightmare kicked into overdrive.

…

Dr. Berringer stood at the door that was simply marked ‘No. 4’. He removed the unnecessary padlock from the door. It was just a back up in case one of them somehow found a way to wriggle or writhe across the floor.

None had breeched a door yet, though lots had writhed about at his feet, trying vainly to drag their bodies away from him as he followed them around the room and he taunted them with the twisted scenes to come.

He placed his right hand on the doorknob, his left held a full medical bag. Dropping the bag at the door he adjusted is growing hard on before he made to enter. He also smirked at the door and asked himself, “I wonder how this one will react!”

He opened the door. And instantly her screaming and wailing started up.

“GET AWAY FROM ME…GET AWAY!”  she screeched at him as he took just two steps into the room.

Her cuffed arms were flailing about. The cuffs making a fantastically loud metallic clattering as her panicked hands tried to magically released themselves from his simple arrangement of wood and metal that kept her well anchored to that one spot.

“GET AWWWAY …YOU FUCKIGN MONSTER…GET AWAY FROM ME!” she wailed loudly in hysterical frenzy.

Dr. Berringer said nothing. He just smiled at her. He moved his medical bag further into the room and then undid his fly to pull out his thick erect cock. He let it bob there in full view of her distraught face. Then he walked towards her.

“GET AWAY FROM ME…PLEASSSE LEAVE ME ALONE!” She was sobbing as he came so close his cock brushed her right arm and came close to brushing her wet cheek.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her shivering head. Even as she kept muttering, “Please leave me alone…please”, he angled her head upward, so she had to look up at him. 

The delicious overhead view of her bandaged stumps, her pert tits heaving, and her tear-streaked face contorted in misery and shock, were so arousing to him that he had to grip his dick. 

“Fuck” he muttered as he gritted his teeth and with one pump of his rigid dick he unexpectedly sent a fountain of cum onto her face, shoulders and chest. The ropes of warm semen shot out of his dick with more potency than most times. 

“Sorry about that!” he apologized with a laugh after ringing out is dick over her shocked head, “Your reactions, and your sexy as fuck look, sort of made me spout off before I usually do.”

He looked down on her shaking shoulders and released her sobbing head from his grip. His seed was well splattered on her shoulders, lovely tits, and distraught face. A couple long drips of his white ejaculations were hanging off the tip of her nose and her chin.

“Why…why?” she muttered at the floor as he grabbed some of her long hair and he whipped his dick head dry.

“Why? Well like I said…you’re sexy as fuck and my balls just decided to blow a load then. But normally I would first ring gang you sexy cunts and then give you a nice first deep fucking of your mouths.”

He chuckled and tapped the side of the post with his foot.

“And there it is, if you are wondering…It will be strapped snug in your mouth later. I have to train you to not to refuse a cock…in the mouth…or worse be stupid enough to try and bite!”

“No…NO …I didn’t mean that… I meant wh…” she tried sputter out until his semi erect dick made contact with her damp sticky cheek.

“Oh I know what you meant, beautiful! You want to know why I took you legs from you? And why I might take other parts too?”

At his threat she began to flail her head around screaming as loud as she could, “NO..NO…GET AWAY FROM ME…GET AWWWYYY…LET ME GO…LET ME GO!”

This made Dr. Berringer throw his head back, grab his stomach, and laugh out loud, “And if I release your cuffs…you whiny thing…are you going to try and run away from me?” 

She looked down at the blood-soaked bandages that marked where most of her legs used to be attached. The two stubs of what were left of her legs wriggled as she tried to make her missing legs work. She was still in deep disbelief of what he had done to her.

She started to shake and sob. Huge teary and snotty sobs that only further made a mess of her semen splattered face and chest.

“GIVE THEM BACK…GIVE THEM BACK… YOU FUCKER…GIVE ME MY LEGS BACK! I DON’T WANT THIS…I DON’T WANT THIS!’  she kept chanting as he walked back to retrieve an important item from his dropped medical bag.

“You think I can put back what I cut off you?...Jesus, I am not a miracle worker!” he laughed at her as he crouched down and rummaged in his bag.

When he stood back up, he grinned at her new bout of deep, side to side head shaking. For in his right hand he held his favorite bone saw. He waved it around and then spoke with glee

“I can only remove, darling…Only cut away what you cunts don’t need…to be a fully serviceable cum depository…Now where is that marking pen I use…Oh yes…I remember!”

He approached her in a confident manner that had her trembling on her bare ass and yanking at her overhead cuffed wrists. He crouched beside her leaving the saw at the base of her bandaged-up stumps. 

Then reached down in between the few inches of bare thigh flesh that were all that were left of her legs. Her skin was smooth and hot and he felt his cock twitch.

“No…no…no!” she kept whimpering as his long fingers fondled the folds of her pussy. They poked and they pushed and then she felt him grasp the forgotten about thing that had been making her pussy feel so uncomfortable, some while ago.

“There it is!” Dr. Berringer chuckled as he angled and dragged the marker from out of her slit. 

“Great place to store it, didn’t you think!” he winked into her wincing and full of fear face.

He uncapped the marker and then reached for her right arm. He grasped her shaking right arm, reveling in how quivering her limbs were from the fear she must be feeling. He knew that she knew what his intentions now were.

He used the marker to make a black dotted line around her upper arm. The entire time she just stared at his pen wielding hand, and she mumbled out an endless parade of, “no…no…please no.” 

He paused his marking of her upper arm, and he tapped her on the nose with the pen. 

“Well, if I don’t remove these useless limbs, if I let you keep them, what would be the benefit to me? You have a reason I should let you keep them?”

He watched her face go thru all sorts of the most highly distressed emotions. Tears were still pouring out of her eyes as she looked up at him and said,

“Handjobs…really, really good handjobs…And when I suck your cock…I ..I ..I can fondle your balls. I can hold them like they are worth gold…I’ll do anything you want…pleassse.” She finished begging with head hung down.

It was then that Dr. Berringer’s phone chimed away in his white doctor’s coat pocket. He pulled the phone out and saw that it was his office. With a single finger pointed out at his shivering and whimpering victim, to demand her silence, he answered.

“Dr. Berringer, what’s the problem?”

For a split second the young woman at his feet pondered screaming her head off, she thought about shrieking for help at who was ever on the end of the line. But his stern, threatening look at her as he answered the call, made her shrivel up in knowing fear and just sag in her cuffs.

When he finished the call, he actually had a look of surprise on his face. A look that showed he was almost pleased with her.

“That was my office, there’s an emergency concerning some wealthy hags butt implants…But don’t worry, I will be back…tomorrow probably….So you can keep your arms for another night at least.”

He patted her on the head and then stopped at the doorway.

“And then tomorrow you can try and show me what’s so special about letting you keep your arms and hands…After all you did keep your mouth shut while I answered that call. Remind me to show you the woman who didn’t do such thing in an identical situation.”

His shoulders shook with some laughter that he was trying to hold back, why? he didn’t really know. Then he added

“She’s got no teeth anymore…or most of her tongue… It makes for a wonderful warm and wet sloppy place to stick a cock….along with the fact that she has not an inch of leg or arm left to fight off whatever a man wants to do with her… Your obedience has been rewarded… Think about that as you dream tonight!”