JB's Captive Stories

Naughty stories about girls in nasty trouble, some willingly, though mostly not! This was my backup blog, now possibly my main blog..

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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…

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Full story to cum in the future…

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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.

“But look on the bright side…tomorrow morning, you won’t be stuck hanging by your wrists anymore…nope…just your neck.”

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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.

His simple reply, before adding a second finger and then planting his mouth on her pussy, being…. “GOOD Answer Sweetie…A very good answer… indeed…”

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Lipstick on a Pig

That’s the joke the handlers at the flesh trading syndicate told as they looked over 50 year old Dorothy’s naked trembling form. 

A late middle aged body with ample flesh here and there, belly rolls, thick thighs and somewhat sagging tits that her new thick and heavy nipple rings did no favours.

And of course weathered and wrinkled skin, some on her face that was hard to tell from all the wincing in fear or pain she did…and lots more sagging skin appearing with age spots on other parts of her captive body. 

A body stripped clean of any clothes. A permanent nakedness seen by many leering male eyes. A sick state of things that she had never ever had been in before and a state that she humiliating had to accept, as she waited in chains for days and then weeks, for her turn to be sold.

And during one of those long days she spent isolated in captivity, chained up and whimpering, one of the men keeping an eye over her and the other rejects, (those that the syndicate were having trouble selling because of their fatness, old age, tiny tits or just general ugliness), well that man had a brilliant idea.

“We spend a few bucks at Walmart and we dress the ugly old skanks up…I am sure some cheap heels and stockings would go a long way to making them look less pitiful and worthless, hopefully turning those leftover pigs and cows down in the basement into something that might be semi passable to look at and even fuck!”

Head bowed as they dragged her along by her neck chain to the auction floor, the men handling her were mocking her the entire long walk. 

A walk that had her stumbling along in cheap high heels that were a size too small and black stockings that covered her entire legs and dug into the tops of her thick thighs just where her razor burned swollen mound protruded from her pelvis.

And did it work? Did dressing 50-year-old Dorothy up in dirt cheap lingerie and shoes help the sniveling old cunt sell?

Well read the story to cum and find out…

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Story to come this weekend...

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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!”

Then he left, locking the door and turning out the lights.

[jbscaptivestories]

Working together.

Yes, these two tormented prisoners did not know each other before being forced to share the workload on one of the prison’s manual water pumps. But soon they will know each other well.

Two women thrown together in a most vile and punishing place. A prison unknown to the outside world. A prison where the most sordid abuses could be freely heaped on a female.

Inmate 987 and her new partner on the pump, inmate 997, will spend days, then weeks and eventually years together, naked, shackled and suffering in all kinds of weather as they trudge around in endless circles in the razor wire spiked compound. 

Both women will be at the mercy of the elements and the truly sadistic and horny guards. Their suffering will always be shared, their punishments equal, and at times the lecherous and perverted guards will enjoy making them be as close as only two women could be.

Stories to cum

[jbskinkstorage]

A story I am working on....from my main blog

[jbskinkstorage]

Left in the woods

The full nasty story…

The back doors of the van flew open and he reached in. Her head was handy since she had tried to maneuver her bound body to the very back of his van in a natural yet vain attempt to stay further away from this sadistic man.

He grabbed her matted and cum crusted hair, pulling on a bunch of it with a strength that made her shriek. He kept pulling, and in doing so he literally dragged her naked and bound body entirely out of the back of the van.

She tumbled to the dirt screaming and crying. He yanked hard up on that fist full of hair and finally had her standing on her bare feet. She stood there shivering and crying, tears streaming over her acne covered cheeks.

“Fucking hell you have one ugly looking pizza face.” He growled into her wincing face before adding,  

“But your perky tits and snug cunt certainly made up for that gross ugliness above your shoulders.” 

She dropped her eyes and stared down her body. The copious amounts of semen, that over the last few harrowing days had run countless times down her chest, between her breasts and down her stomach, had almost dried all up. 

But having been dragged and flung out of the back of the van, her bare chest had still managed to stick a layer of dust and dirt from the forest floor to her naked upper half.

She shifted her painfully cuffed hands behind her back. Her numb fingers were barely able to move as she chanced one more time to say something.

“Pleassse…please let me go…please? I did everything you wanted…I did…I did!” she pleaded. 

And for the most part she had tried not to fight back too much. Basically, making herself go still as she lay on the stench ridden mattress of an old steel framed bed back in the basement where he had kept her for the last few days.

A basement where he had over and over again, straddled her on the most stench laden mattress as he drove his hard thick dick into her body in ways she desperately did not want. 

Sometimes from behind, because her ankles were still cuffed together, or sometimes as he braced himself over her, when he had pried her legs apart and tied each ankle to a corner of the old creaking bed frame.

And for that entire time that she was cuffed and tied down, for all those days in his basement, he had kept a thick bag over her head. A snug rope tied around its base and her neck, so that it was almost choking her.

 A bag and neck rope that he would sometimes untie, but only so he could lift the bag up a few inches to her nose and making her mouth fully visible and thus fully accessible…for his cock to plunge into.

Some three or four days later, he had tired of sticking his dick in this one. Yes, it had been fun to use her cunt for a dozen times a day for those first couple of days. 

And yes, it had been fun to see how much she flailed about and how loud she screamed under that bag that first time he gripped and pried apart her nicely toned ass cheeks and he grunted and sweated in his first attempt to bury his dick in her ultra snug ass.

But eventually she just seemed to lie there and take it, no matter what hole he rammed his cock into and even after he whipped or caned her ass bloody red. This reaction of course bored the shit out of him.

So based on her lack of amusing him anymore, he decided, rightly, that it was time to get rid of her. After all, ‘her pimple covered face with its ugly nose and her misaligned teeth was as gross as a dog’s ass’, as he delighted in telling her…quite often. 

And now out here in the woods, he told her,

“But your sexy ass, sweet snatch and perky tits more than make up for that pimply ugly face of yours…Though if I had seen you from the front before grabbing you, instead of judging you by the sexy ass cheeks you let poke out from under those fucking slutty short shorts you had been wearing…I may have just left you alone.”

He took and handful of her left breast in his hand and squeezed it, before rolling his thumb over her left nipple. A nipple that was still purple in color from being badly bruised.

The discoloration a result of the cruel crushing and tugging torture he had given it with a set of pliers and then some nasty large paper binder clamps, the simple kind you purchase at an office supply store and which when left on for hours rendered her a whimpering sobbing mess.

“Nah…who am I kidding… I still would have taken your ugly mug…since everything below the neck is as hot as shit…And very fuckable! Plus, just throw a simple bag over your fucking disgusting head and there you go…ugly problem solved.”

Sobbing because of everything he had said and done, but still hopeful because she was at least no longer stuck in his basement, she asked one more time.

“Pleassse…pleassse let me go… I won’t tell anyone…pleasssse…I promise.”

And for a split second as he smiled at her…she thought he might. 

“Well, dog’s ass…I am letting you go…sort of…We are gonna go for a walk into the woods, see…And when I come back it will just be me…And you’ll be free…out there enjoying nature….sort of.”

He winked at her and began to laugh as she started up a whole new round of sobbing begging. Pleading and crying so badly he could barely understand her. Though her bawling definitely had the words, ‘Please don’t kill me’ in there.

He slapped her face violently and then shouted into it, “Like I said, we are going for a walk…I ain’t gonna murder ya…I don’t do that! Like my buddy Leon says, we aren’t guilty of killing any of you dumb cunts if we just leave you out there on your own!”

Before she could utter another word to beg, to plead, he spun her around and slammed her thighs up against the rear bumper of the van. With the doors sit open it was easy for him to bend over her upper half and slam her chest and face into the van’s hard bottom.

The way he rubbed his denim clad crotch against her bare and heavily whip marked ass, she knew what was going to happen next, or so she thought. 

She felt her cuffed hands get pushed up high into the middle of her back. Rope was once again looped around her neck, tightened and then secured to her cuffs. She was choking out sobs and sputtering for mercy as suddenly a gag made from a dog toy, appeared at her mouth.

“I would suggest you open your mouth to let me ram this in there…if you know what’s good for ya!” he breathed into the side of her panicked face.

She didn’t know what to do as her fisted hands yanked hard on the newly applied neck rope. But her decision came fast when he literally spat into the side of her face her,

“Be a good bitch and open up that ugly cum hole on your face and I will only fuck your snug snatch! Keep being a disobedient cunt and I will just fuck…your super tight asshole!  And fuck it many times I will, with whatever I can find out here in the woods!”

She opened her mouth and let him push in the large round god toy. The size of it made her jaws ache more than she had expected especially after her tightened the homemade straps cruelly tight around her head.

Then to her shock, her world went dark as he pulled the thick hood back over her head. She tried screaming and begging around the new gag. But little noise made it out. The large sound blocking ball and the thick fabric of the hood doing a bang up job of muting her screams.

Screams that she couldn’t stop making because as she cried in the stifling dark of the hood, she felt him unzip his jeans and within seconds she was feeling something that was sadly all too familiar. 

The forced entry of his rock-hard dick into her stinging snug slit as he gripped her cuffed hands and he slapped her ass. And so bent over the back of the van, head bagged, hands cuffed, she suffered through one of the longest sessions of forced sex he had put her through.

…

She staggered along in the dark, even though the sun was out and the birds were chirping. The bag was still over her head, soaked in spots with her tears and sweat. 

They had been walking for a while now. Him in front of her, hauling her naked body along on what felt like a long rope leash. Him yelling at her to ’Watch out for that tree root!” always seconds to late.

She would trip and fall to her knees, once even to her face and chest. Laughing hard, he would yank on the neck rope and haul her back up onto her feet with no care for her neck. 

She was covered in forest dirt, old leaves, and pine needles by the time he jerked her to a stop. She had no idea where they were or what was about to happen to her. 

She was shaking like some of the leaves attached to her torso as the breeze came up and wafted over her naked skin. She so badly wanted to beg at him one more time, but the hood and the gag he did not remove. 

All she could do was tremble in anxious fear and then start to wail under that hood as she felt the neck rope tighten and hoist up. She could feel him hanging her and her panic went off the charts.

“Calm down, you silly bitch! I ain’t fully hanging you! I’m just making sure your final days out here are damn uncomfortable…I won’t be around to personally torture you…But I can leave you out here suffering rather nicely!”

She twirled around, her naked body lifted up by the neck rope, gasping and choking under the hood. Her scrambling toes dug into the dirt below her feet. Feet that she could not place fully on the ground. Her dirty heels now stuck in the air.

Then to her horror she felt him grasp her left ankle and hoist it into the air. The strength of her right foot the only thing keeping her from strangling at the end of the neck rope.

She felt him wrap coarse rope around her hoisted up ankle. An ankle that soon felt the rough skin ripping wood of tree stump that she couldn’t actually see, but she could feel as he tied her ankle to the top of the stump.

Her gag garbled screaming under the hood was at a maximum now as she felt more rope wrap and dig into her right ankle. She could feel the rope get yanked and jerked, as unseen to her, her tormentor tied it off to the base of the same tree that he was essentially using to hang her.

When she could no longer feel him yanking at the ropes binding her lower limbs, she had become a groaning, moaning mess under the hood as she perched there in the woods on foot.

She was desperately trying not to choke to death as his hands did one final long search and grope over her naked flesh. His hands only stopping to tweak a nipple, finger her pussy, and then pinch freely at her sore clit.

Under the hood, in the near pitch black, she began to scream once more as his hands left her body, but some fresh young branches cut from a nearby tree soon started to whip across her struggling bare flesh.

The whole sordid sick torture only finished when he took a freshly cut thick branch, many feet long and he forced the whittled to a sharp point end, up into her pussy. Twisting and digging the base into the ground so she would suffer being filled with wood for way longer than any time she had been stuffed with his cock or one of his oversized dildos.

Then he leaned in close to her bag covered trembling head, where he imagined her ear to be, and he laughed at her.

“Goodbye, you ugly pizza faced slut…Enjoy your freedom!” 

Then… he walked out of the woods.

…

Under the hot hood, her sweaty face was contorted in all kinds of agony and desperation. The stick rammed up in her sex and violating her endlessly was causing her untold amounts of painful discomfort as she tried to balance on the toes of her one good leg.

And as time went on the darkness of the hood became even blacker as night set in. Because yes, some light had made it through the thick burlap fabric.

Plus, the cooler air blanketing her naked body as she struggled there in the ropes let her know that night fall was upon her and that she would be stuck there for a long time, cuffed, exposed and noosed. Hopelessness now her main emotion.

After a long night of torturous balancing and groaning she felt the warmth of the rising sun on her thrashed skin. The nasty rips in her flesh from the stick he had whipped her with were starting to not sting as much. But then she felt the flies and other blood searching insects.

For the next many hours of the morning as she languished there almost hung by her neck with her pussy wide open and exposed, she would shudder and wail under that hood, as a cloud of mosquitoes, horse flies and biting midges landed on her raw flesh.

There was no escaping these tiny abusers of the woods. She could only try and flinch her body, the tiny bit the ropes would allow, in the hope of shaking a few off her flesh. 

She had to do this for hours and hours, as she wrenched at those overly tight cuffs securing her wrists high up behind her back. Her numb hands now almost useless as the steel shredded her wrist flesh.

And when the blackness under her hood became pure pitch black and the bugs receded off her now well bitten up body, she hoped to god this hell could soon be over with. 

She dreamed of escaping from this brutal predicament, even though she knew deep down that release from this torturous hell was probably impossible.

So when the warmth of the second day arrived and the bugs began to return, she thought about trying to put her heel down, she tried to let her shaking right leg fully collapse, to let the noose seal up around her throat and send her off into perpetual blackness.

But like every time it happened to her before, because of her exhaustion, her body involuntarily fought it, her will to live over taking her desire to end this nightmare.

She was sobbing badly under the hood. So badly she didn’t hear the snap of twigs under someone’s marching feet until they were only yards away. Then the snap of a tree branch and the muttered curse of someone caught her attention.

“Jesus Christ…What the fuck sweet mess is this?” exclaimed a deep male voice.

This loud curse, this sound of a voice, of course started her to panic with hope. To thrash about at her ropes and scream under the hood for help. Though her ‘help me…please god help me’ gagged and hooded screams were utterly unintelligible to the man standing now only a few yards away.

He sat down his hunting rifle and he took a long good look up and down her rope strung up body. He could tell she had been there a while and that she had been severely abused before and after getting tied up out here.

She stopped her pleading for a few seconds, her bagged head jerking around in an effort to maybe hear him. When he took a few more steps towards her, that bagged head began to thrash about and from under it those strange garbled noises started up again. 

He took another step landing him now right in front of her body. He reached down and without thinking, he grabbed the thick stick stuck up into her sex and he wrenched it free. 

The rough drawing back out of the wood from her channel caused her bagged head to shudder and a deep full body twitch ran the length of her nakedness from head to toe.

He threw aside the tortuous piece of wood that had basically impaled her and patted her pussy. This caused her entire naked body to tense in front of him, and that’s when he decide to remove the hood.

“Give me a second darlin and I will have this bag off your head. Then you can tell me why the fuck you are out here.”

Under the hood she felt wave of relief. She had been found! She was being rescued. She was in disbelief as the hood was pulled up off her head and she came face to face with the smiling hunter. His grey beard and weathered face only inches from her pleading looking one.

His rough hands came to the side of her head, and he began to untie her gag. When it popped out of her mouth, her aching jaws, spread so wide for so long, felt stuck and she could not talk at all. 

She was desperately trying to speak, but the rope around her neck along with her sore frozen jaws was just making her drool and sputter. 

And for him, that didn’t matter. He just stared up and down her body in a manner that confused her. A confusion that only deepened when he made no attempt to untie her neck rope or ankle ropes. Instead, he put his hands on his hips and snickered,

“Damn, I have been out hunting in these woods for years and I have never come across anything like this!”

He grabbed her chin and forced her head up. This caused the rope to dig harder into her neck and her face began to turn pink as no air made its way into her lungs. Then he looked around the woods as if checking to make sure no one was watching.

“Hmmm, I see why the bag was over your head though…You are one ugly cunt…Probably why they left you out here, huh? Too ugly to keep?” he laughed hard into her anguished face, her hope of being rescued now dimming deeply by the second.

“But hey…who am I to be choosy…I am 60 fucking years old and I haven’t played with anything this young for over 40 years.”

He let go of her chin but moved the hand with a hard slap to her pussy. He rubbed his palm back and forth over the well spread open expanse of her sexual flesh. Her tied up left leg jerking and pulling at the ropes that anchored it to the tree stump.

She was gulping for air, and tears were flowing down her cheeks as she finally managed to voice one drawn out word. The word “Pleassse.. I ca…can’t”.

“Sure thing, darlin.” He replied as if he knew what she meant. He walked around behind her and loosened her neck rope, just a minor inch or two so that her toes weren’t the only thing touching the forest floor.

“That better? We gonna keep you breathing for a while longer now?” he asked with his stale beer breathe on the side of her face.

She tried to nod, she tried to acknowledge the little bit of mercy he had shown her, but that was short lived when she heard his fly unzip and she felt him grasp her waist.

“Wh…what..are you doi…Oh GAWD!” she wailed as she felt the tip of his erect dick notch into her entrance, from behind. 

The thick stick, that had been stuffed up inside her, may have left her raw, but it also meant she had been stretched wide open for almost two days. A stretching of her slit that made it easy for him to push his hips and enter her from behind.

“Oh ya…you sexy ugly fuck…You just made my day of hunting!” he growled into her ear as he began to thrust his cock up into her.

Her pitiful screams of “No…No…Pleeasssse NNOO.” spread out through the forest, as he speared her tormented pussy with his cock. 

One violent thrust of his hips and his rigid jutting up cock entered her channel with a sudden stretching that verged on making her pass out.

Her screams were soon muffled as he put one large hand over her mouth and he whispered into her ear, “Ssshh. You ugly cunt, you’ll scare away the goddamn deer! And I still plan to go hunting after this dirty quick fuck!”

And it was a quick fuck. Hard and fast. Her stick whipped ass throbbing again from the abrasiveness of his thick denim on her red welted ass. 

She was sobbing and begging as he pulled out of her, his warm cum leaking back down her right inner thigh as she tried to grasp what was happening.

“Pleasse let me go ...Pleasse help me…please.” She begged at the grey bearded hunter as he zipped his fly back up.

He grinned at her as he leaned over and he picked back up his rifle. 

“Let this go?!” he said using the rifle to point up and down her naked and tied body, “Fuck NO…You may have an ugly face…but damn darlin, your body rocks.”

He stepped back over to her, and he poked the rifle tip into the folds of her semen leaking pussy.

“Plus, I have a hunting cabin only a mile away so it’s an easy march back to here. And I ain’t messing with a good thing…Free pussy for the whole week I am up here…Damn Right!”

She started to beg, to plead at him, that this wasn’t right, that she wanted to be let go. It only made him laugh harder and tell her,

“You keep that shit up and I will gag you back up and tie that hood over your sad face again…no water, no food, and I will make sure your heel never touches the ground again for the rest of the week. Just good hard fuckin and chokin!”

He moved the rifle tip up her stomach and then up between her breasts, stopping only when he poked her under the chin with it. Then he winked at her.

“Or…you be a quiet cunt, and don’t disturb my deer huntin. You just hang around here waiting for me to come back and fuck you. And I may even come back with some water and food for ya.”

She gulped and nodded. A physical effort she could now make since the neck rope was no longer tight enough to keep her constantly on the verge of hanging.

“Though we both know that by the end of the week your favorite thing to be swallowing…if I let you down on your knees for a bit…will be my cum!”

He added that with another wink before lastly saying over his shoulder as he stomped off into the woods to resume hunting.

“See you later tonight, darlin. And yes, if your good, if you ride my dick like a champion slut, I may just let you spend the night on your knees instead of hanging there all day and night!... Fuck… I can’t believe how lucky I am!”

Then he disappeared from her blurry tear clouded sight. Her sick and torturous rope predicament unbelievably continuing, as the flies returned and so did her bawling and sobbing.

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What it will never know again…

It will never know freedom again. It will never know what it is like to live life without heavy chains and thick wood weighing down its abused body. 

In fact, it will never know what it is like to leave this one spot. It will learn that it is to be anchored permanently to this small patch of dirt, kept outside in the middle of the prison compound.

It will never know the luxury of having a cell with a hard concrete floor to lay on. It will though experience the raw abuse of whatever mother nature throws at it.

Seasons will come and go, and it will sit there shivering, or baking with the sun burning its permanently exposed flesh as it sits there through all of the seasons. 

Each change of season helping it count the time, the weeks, the months, and then years that will pass as it lives out its cruel and unjust life sentence.

It will never again know the feeling of what it is like to live without skin chaffing steel bolted around its limbs or the thick bolted together stocks that hobble and restrain cruelly chosen parts of its body.

Body parts trapped and cruelly stretched like its ringed and weighted down left tit, or the thick ring and weight that is secured to its left ankle. 

It will never again know the freedom of a simple walk or a simple lie down due to the steel locked around its right leg and the thick wood trapping its hands.

It will never again know the joy of having a scrap of clothing to shield its body from the elements or more importantly hide its fully exposed female parts from the leering lecherous prison guards.

It will never know what it’s like to not be pissed on daily by the taunting guards. Guards who swagger over to its chained up and trembling form, shivering and stuck there in its own little patch of mud. 

Guards who will whip out their cocks and empty their bladders by showering it with golden warm piss, all the while laughing down at it and demeaning it with as much derogatory comments as possible.

That’s why it will never hear its given name ever used again. The only words it will be called for the rest of its miserable chained up existence will be inmate, prisoner, skank, bitch and of course the most popular, ugly useless cunt.

The use of the terms, ugly, disgusting and pathetic, to describe it, and get its attention will become more common as the months and the years pass. 

For its anchored down existence, kept in the middle of the prison compound, stuck there and exposed to all the natural elements and the deeply inhuman abuse and degradation heaped on it by the prison guards, will only further crumble its physical appearance, not to mention its mental state.

Which is why years into its life sentence it will never again know the concept of hope. It will have learned that resistance to the guards deviant advances is futile and the chance of release from this hell is utterly nonexistent 

And for it, getting pissed on will have become second nature, as has the other sick thing the guards make it do over time. 

For its position out there in the central part of the prison, stuck on its knees, will make it perfect to be used for another sordid purpose.

So as it kneels there in the perpetual stench laden mud made by its own urine, shit, and the frequent showers of guard piss, it will find its mouth suddenly full and choking on wet guard cock.

And it knows it will never be able to imagine any other type of life other than the miserable and disgusting one it suffers through now.

And as some nameless guard’s cum erupts out of his dick and spews into its mouth, it will sob and choke. The choking because of course too much semen has shot down its throat and is now spilling off its chin and adding to the mess it lives in…

And the sobbing because it knows that any escape from this hell…to exist in any other type of non-miserable, non cock swallowing life…is utterly impossible and always will be.

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He liked to Box…

Helen Hardstone stood in the chamber that was being fitted out as per her client’s orders. Like many of the rooms deep in the bowels of her secret New York club, it soon would be occupied by one of her very wealthy clients and the special order they had placed.

Some of the orders she filled were easy, like a schoolgirl, or a wish for a whiny middle-aged bitch that no one would miss, but some were harder to fill. For instance, if their order had certain physical characteristics that needed fulfilling…and this had been one of those orders.

Helen stood there in her four-inch heels, hands on her hips, her short brown skirt showing the tops of her stockings. She was happy with what she was seeing.

“Where does the punching bag go ma’am?” Asked her well-muscled, right-hand man, Viktor.

“On that hook over there.” Helen motioned as Viktor lugged the punching bag around the room.

He hung the bag not far from where he had already mounted on the wall the spring loaded speed punching bag.

“Why the hell are we putting these up? Isn’t the client going to be boxing away on that sniveling broad we just brought in?”

Helen smirked and nodded at Viktor. “It’s to set a mood. Plus, he said he would like to warm up in front of the cunt we acquired for him. That should add a nice air of dread to the whole affair…at least for her.”

With the boxing equipment put in place Helen reached down and took the end of the leash that was stuck hanging out of a young woman’s mouth. The girl’s eyes chanced a look up at her domineering mistress and Helen smiled.

“Come pet, we need to great Mr. Tate. He’s rather excited about this opportunity I have set up for him and maybe if you great him properly with that sweet mouth of yours, he’ll even let us hang out and watch.” 

Helen turned on her high heels and headed for the door at a rapid pace. The leashed naked girl quickly tried to follow her, but on her hands and knees as her nipple bells tinkled.

“You going to keep moving that slow? Or do I need to use this?” Helen said as she grabbed the small black box with a red button hanging from the handle of the girl’s leash.

The girl shook her head and murmured out a soft, “No Ma’am”.

Helen smiled and then yanked hard on the black leather line attached to the girl’s pink collar. A collar that included a small but nasty little shock attachment. 

A shock collar the girl was intent to not feel, as she sped up her hands and knees crawling and the duo disappeared out the door.

…A little while later…

“Thank you for letting us watch, Mr. Tate, did you enjoy this pet’s oral welcome?” Helen asked as she jerked up on the leash. 

The girl at her feet, still stuck on all fours made a little gasping sound as the snug shock collar bit into her neck. She gulped and swallowed, the taste of this client’s cum still swimming around in her mouth and dribbling off her chin.

In front of Helen stood a huge specimen of a man. His massive biceps and muscular chest covered in tattoos. He had just taken off his shirt and was examining one of the sets of boxing gloves left for him. 

“The flat chested little bitch was satisfactory. I would train her throat a little more. She was turning quite the color once I had stuffed my whole dick in her mouth…But enough about half assed blow jobs…Where’s the main attraction that I paid big bucks for?”

Helen stroked her own throat and gulped at the sight of her client’s well-toned masculine physique. 

She could feel her inner thighs dampen and very much wanted to touch herself, but there was a client in front of her, who was eager to have his expensive fantasy promptly fulfilled and she needed to concentrate on that.

She nodded and then shouted over at the open door. “Viktor, bring in the big breasted cunt we found for Mr. Tate!”

There was a commotion outside the door, and then in through the door came Viktor. He was laughing and tugging a bent over woman along by a leash also. Her wobbly high heeled feet trying desperately to keep up with Viktor’s leash yanking. 

The woman was still partially clothed. The dress she had been wearing when ‘found’ by Helen’s acquisition team, was shredded and bunched up in places. But the most important parts of her body were on display.

Her huge tits, some of the largest Helen had ever had the fortune to come across…and take…were swaying under her stripped and now exposed chest. Thick rope had been tightened around each one of her voluptuous tits. So tight that her swaying tits were already a soft shade of pinkish red.

The newly captured woman was whimpering like hell. Her mouth was stuffed with the standard large ball gag that Helen liked to use on the ones she had just acquired. Especially when the acquired cunt would never have need to talk.

The distraught woman’s huge round eyes, full of panic and disbelief, scanned the room. Then she began to scream and thrash about. 

The semi naked woman’s screaming was actually rather loud for one being so well gagged, or so Helen thought. But the sadistic Helen didn’t mind since she knew it would only arouse her client more.

Two more of Helen’s henchmen appeared behind the woman to seize her trapped arms and make her walk deep into the center of the room. Once there Viktor went work, ordering around the terrified and confused woman.

“Stand up there, whore. Come on, move your fat ass!” Viktor ordered with a nod at one of the other men. 

That man had a cattle prod in one hand and when the woman hesitated at stepping up on the rectangular box resting at her feet, he stuck the prod in-between her exposed and ample ass cheeks. He triggered a loud sparking of the cattle prod which had the desired result.

This triggered a pain filled screech out of the woman as the cattle prod stung her left ass cheek just millimeters from her semen dripping slit. His next jab and shock poked her dead in the asshole, right thru what was left of her thong, and she let out a piercing scream.

With determination not to be painfully shocked again, she took wobbly steps and she attempted to stand, still in her heels, on the stack of heavy wooden boxes. Though it did take the assistance of Viktor’s broad hand literally wringing her neck to steady her and get her up on the top box.

He squeezed her throat and looked straight into her terrified eyes. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Not hard like my dick you were just getting pounded with as you were kept bent over next door… and waiting for your chance to entertain our client.” 

Viktor turned his head to look at a smirking Helen. “Yes ma’am…me and the boys got bored out there waiting…and since her plump ass was already bent over and available…and since the client hadn’t issued a no fuck order about this acquisition…We decided to amuse ourselves.”

He let go of the visibly distraught woman’s neck and then quickly stepped around to get beside her. He nodded at one of the other men who knew what to do. 

The man grabbed a thick steel cable and hook attachment suspended from an overhead winch mounted in the ceiling. Then they attached the woman’s bound wrists to the cable. 

The second of Viktor’s helpers was already at the far wall. There, he trigged the winch and slowly with a foreboding whirring noise the hook attachment rose up, taking the woman’s arms with it. 

She was wailing as her trapped wrists kept ascending behind her back. The vicious strapado like position she was forced into left her massive rope choked tits swaying beneath her as her arms lifted high into the air.

The woman’s head was flailing back and forth, her only way to say ‘No…no…no” it appeared. Her arms were finally bent back up ceiling ward in a manner that was causing her shoulders an intense amount of painful distress as was evident by her bawling and wailing.

Her continued shrieking was a delight to Helen and making the sadistic loving woman’s pussy drip with arousal as she watched the woman’s predicament go from bad to worse. 

“Don’t forget to anchor the dumb bitch’s feet boys.” Helen breathed out as the woman’s distraught eyes, searching for a way out of her predicament, found Helen’s. 

There were streams of tears running down the terrified woman’s cheeks and a look of utter disbelief in her eyes as Helen slipped a hand under her own short skirt. 

Helen rubbed her own pussy in full view of the trussed up and distraught woman as the men grasped the crying and sobbing captive’s ankles. 

Quickly the two men bound the trembling woman’s ankles with rope. Rope that they tied off to hooks at the base of the heavy rectangular box. Rope that dug into the woman’s ankles and left her in even more of a secure predicament.

One man then stroked his hand up and down the inside full length of her leg, brushing her freshly raped pussy, before ripping her high heeled shoes off her feet. 

That caused even more agony in her shoulders and arms. The woman was now trapped, dancing on her toes, her heels stuck up in the air. Her body bent over and with all her limbs secured and escape impossible.

With a nod from his sadistic boss, Viktor then added one last piece to the sordid scene that this innocent and unwilling woman had become the center of. He crushed two extra strong clamps onto each of the woman’s brown nipples.

This of course elicited some more frenzied wailing and thrashing about from the poor captive woman. Gagged wailing and indecipherable begging that only got worse as Viktor hung a heavy iron weight from each one of her tortured and distended crushed nipples.

Her tormented and heavy breasts were left hanging below her chest and looking just like another item in the room, which was noticed by many of the leering onlookers.

“Do you like how her dangling rope choked huge tits look like your speed bag, Mr. Tate?” Helen asked as she licked her lips and she retrieved her hand from under her own skirt. 

She held out her fingers to the leashed girl still down there at her feet and on all fours. The girl without being ordered and showing no hesitation at all, began to lick clean Helen’s pussy slickened fingers.

Mr. Tate grinned at Helen as he pulled on a pair of the boxing gloves. Viktor helped tie the laces of the gloves and then Mr. Tate turned, and with a lavish show of his experienced capabilities, he immediately had the wall mounted speed bag vibrating back and forth as he pounded it.

“That they do, Ms. Hardstone…that they do.” 

He turned around to face the now whining and shaking captive. He punched the ends of the gloves together as he stooped the bit needed, to stare up into the terrified eyes of the woman bound before him. 

He ran one red boxing glove up and down the stretched flesh of her swaying large left tit. Then he gave it a light tap, then another, and another. Each tap becoming progressively harder and with more power behind it as he literally spat into her wincing and horrified face.

“Yep, you’re going to be my human punching bag…Your tits that is…They look just like a speed bag…But when you do this, a speed bag doesn’t make such an arousing noise.”

Then he reached back and delivered a solid blow to her left tit. It drove her distended and dangling tit right into her stomach. The iron weight and nipple clamp tore from her body and sailed across the room.

Her face turned red and then an agony filled scream erupted from behind her gag.  A screaming that was soon constant as he took both gloved fists and he began to wail away on her tits as if they were a speed bag. 

Punching at will, he took obvious delight in driving both gloved fists into first her left tit. Then he switched to her right. The second tit stretching weight soon joined the other on the floor as he blasted it off with a direct hard hit.

Soon he developed a rhythm of switching from one dangling tit to the other. Switching after a half dozen punches to each of the violently swaying rope ensnared breasts.

The sound of the leather gloves smacking the captive woman’s breast flesh was still possible to hear over the woman’s gagged wailing. It had Helen clenching her thighs together as she watched Mr. Tates back muscles ripple and his biceps bulged with the effort of his punches.

The punching stopped for only a few seconds as Mr. Tate roared over the woman’s gagged screams of agony and misery.

“NOW I TRULY KNOW WHY WE CALL THE BIG TITS OF FULL BODIED WHORES…FUN BAGS…BECAUSE THEY ARE FUCKIN FUN TO PUNCH…JUST LIKE MY BOXING BAGS!”

Helen could barely see the woman’s dangling tits as Tate went back to punching the screeching woman’s tits with such furious speed that you could barely see his red gloves jabbing through the air.

And in a moment of curiosity, Helen slapped her own tit just to see what it might feel like.

“Holy Fuck Fuck! Helen muttered as the pain in her tit throbbed through the upper half of her body. 

And knowing that was just one slap, just one light swat of her own breast, Helen realized she couldn’t comprehend the agony the trussed-up woman must be going through. A thought that instantly made Helen’s pussy clench and moisture literally run down her inner legs.

With a sudden yank of her teenage pet’s leash Helen pulled up her skirt to expose her underwear-less pelvis. Her bare pussy was slick and dripping wet.

“Lick it, you slutty pet…make your owner cum all over your face…Or I will let Mr. Tate warm up on your pretty young face next.”

The girl’s mouth was on Helen’s drenched pussy, sucking and lapping away even before Helen finished that threat laden sentence.  

And the girl’s mouth stayed like that, stuck to Helen’s pussy, until Helen had cum three or four times on the teen’s face and a boxed-out Mr. Tate, sweat streaming down his exhausted face, jumped up behind the stuck bent over woman.

Where with some finally balanced foot work he managed to rip off what was left of her thong and then drill the shrieking woman deep and hard from behind. Climaxing into her, as he managed a few last half hearted swats of her tits from around behind her.

Then Helen and her client took a much needed long break, to dine, drink and recover.

…Hours later…

The woman had been alone now for hours, her tormentors thankfully gone. But she was still stuck bent over and terrified of what these sick people might possibly do to her next. 

Her throbbing tits were still swaying and dangling below her chest. But now they were a different color from their original pasty whiteness that appeared when the violent men ripped the top of her dress apart.

Her throbbing abused tits were a dark blue and purple and even some blotches of deep black were appearing in places. The woman’s battered tits were an extreme bruised mess.

And as Helen reentered the room, she cupped and lifted up one of the woman’s aching messes of rope choked breast flesh. Just the touch of Helen’s hand made the suffering woman howl. 

Helen then told the sniveling and whimpering woman, just what she thought of these two ample and badly battered breasts.

“These are the most bruised looking pieces of human flesh that I have ever seen. Don’t you agree…Mr. Tate?”

The trapped and bent over woman began to thrash anew at her strict bonds. Her gagged shrieking started up again, for her terrified eyes were now full of the view of the re-appearing, and still shirtless, Mr. Tate. 

He stepped out from behind Helen Hardstone and nodded with a most sadistic and lascivious grin at the sobbing woman. His muscular bare chest, covered in tattoos, was rippling in the woman’s view.

This was a view that would have caused most women to swoon at his pecs and stunning muscular physique, but not in this instance. Not for this poor captive woman.

 A woman whose panic and terror were peaking again, and whose terror and agony would soon see it go beyond anything previously…as soon as she heard Helen state just one thing…and then the cruel Mr. Tate answer truthfully…

“I am sure you are well rested now Mr. Tate and would like another go…Please use this fat cunt as you wish…You did after all pay an obscene amount to me for this privilege. Would like Viktor to help you put back on your boxing gloves?”

Tate shook his head and the cupped the shivering and drool covered chin of his human boxing bag.

“That won’t be necessary, Ms. Hardstone. This round I plan to go bare fisted…I want to see how many knuckle marks I can leave in this big tittied, old cow’s, saggy fun bags! Should be a hoot…and a real good workout!”

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What she is seeing…

Her desperation induced struggling has stopped. The metallic clinking noises her handcuffs and her ankle chain make have also stilled. But her crying and her tears haven’t, as has her ball gag muffled moans.

The space between her legs aches and burns from what he did earlier to her. A vibrator unwillingly pushed hard into her teen pussy for nearly half an hour, that only resulted in her bawling and shrieking into the gag he had rammed into her mouth for almost the entire time. 

But even that ache is not on her mind anymore as she sits there unable to lift her bare ass off the heavily stained and now damp mattress. Utterly unable to flee this stifling windowless room. A room she sits naked in, against her will, cuffed and chained up and scared to hell.

Now you must ask why she is so terrified? Why is she looking on with anxious terror at the other side of the room? Why has she forgotten about the ache in her swollen and rubbed to the point of rawness, young pussy?

Well, the first hint is the two sets of panties lying in the room. One pair lies off the mattress, the other pair, our whimpering wild eyed captive almost sits on, since he did use that pair to wipe up the cum he had splattered on her face and chest when he let loose an unexpected climax that he couldn’t hold back. 

A climax brought on by her squirming and wild flailing about as he violently ground the vibrator into her pussy while also trying to poke a butt plug into her ass. The butt plug didn’t get all the way in due to his need to jerk off.

And that pair of cum dampened underwear her bare ass rests on…they belong to her…The other pair do not.

No, that pretty panty belongs to her friend. Her best friend… who is currently out of our sight, but not the sight of our freshly abducted and enslaved, and heavily sobbing, pig-tailed captive.

That other pair of lacy panties belong to her friend who is screaming at the top of her lungs. Wailing and shrieking through the oversized, ring gag jammed into her slobbering mouth, all while hanging upside down by her ankles. Her tightly cuffed arms, both hands and elbows secured in steel are flailing madly around behind her back.

And the agony filled screams are probably due to the two pairs of vice grip pliers he has crushed the upside down girl’s nipples with. Large tools, both heavy and powerful at pinching things, left dangling and pulling down on her damaged small buds.

The tortured girl’s howling is then muted, muffled and choked off as our abductor fills her mouth with the full thickness of his rock hard cock. 

Then he begins to pump his hips into her distraught and tear soaked face, skull fucking her with as much energy that he can muster up.

And our handcuffed princess here is being forced to watch it all, unable to turn her head away on the orders of the man who has taken them both. A sick and twisted man who has decided her friend needs some rougher stuff done to her, just because.

Some extremely perverted and nasty shit that will haunt the coming dreams of our pig-tailed teen forcibly sitting here in her escape proof restraints. 

The next many hours of abuse and sexual torture that she will witness her best friend experience, will go a long way in breaking her, of removing any thoughts she might have had about being defiant.

Especially when he is done with her friend and he leaves the friend swaying there, upside down, suspended by her ankles, semen and drool spilling down over cheeks, eyes and forehead…left that way because he has turned around and decided he wants to play with her…

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She won't be hanging here alone for long...Though that wasn't his original plan.

The quick solution to his unexpected problem

Every snap of the thin leather strips of his flogger across her newly exposed tits made her attempt to shriek. Though the jaw aching large ball stuck in her mouth and the thick leather belt like collar tightening around her neck made her pain induced shrieks came out more like gurgling snotty groans. 

Switching from the flogger to a thin bamboo cane he flicked the cane, slowly at first, across her bare upper thighs, then he moved the cane higher, across her convulsing tummy and then back to her pink hued freshly flogged tits.

Once he had left a half dozen thin red lines across each of her perky breasts he reached over and pushed her t-shirt up even higher. 

“Such nice tits…very nice tits indeed. They’re developing damn fine….And best of all…they are now mine!” He said as he circled his large thumb over the throbbing yet still puckering tip of one of them.

“And I am glad to see you had the sense to go braless. Nipples like these need to be free…and seen poking out. I bet every boy at your school, and male teacher too, thought of you as one hell of a sexy cock teaser!”

She made some sort of snotty whine and a large drop of her drool spilled off her lower lip. It landed on his hand and he chuckled.

“Hey, you eager little slut, give me a second before you try and lube up my fingers for your first penetration. I haven’t even got your shorts unbuttoned yet.”

This comment made her struggle even more. Her toes were scurrying back and forth over the basement’s cement floor, the few inches they could. Her bound ankles kept her two bare feet stuck together, but there was something worse going on.

The worst thing was that her heels were high in the air and had not touched the cement since he had latched the thick collar around her lean neck and then hoisted up the rope attached to the back of it. 

That had been hours ago when he came stealthily into the room he was keeping her captive in, and he stood over her aching hog-tied body. He had smiled down at her with a truly lecherous grin that made her tremble and cry instantly.

“Hope you got a good rest last the last couple of nights laying down in here, because today, finally!...the first day of many to come…is going to be a real challenge for you. I guarantee it!”

Now her watery eyes watched his hand come up to her throat. He tested out the tightness of the collar latched around her neck, and he shook his head.

“Hmm. No this will not do.” He muttered as he walked behind her and then did something on the far wall she could not see. 

The rope attached to the back of her neck released and relief flooded into her. Her heels sunk to the floor and she could breathe in large snotty breaths of air and even gulp in some around the large ball stuck in her mouth.

But then she squealed around the gag and began to moan as his hands came around from behind and they grabbed each of her exposed, firm and perfect b-cup breasts. 

He pulled her t-shirt up even higher and he moaned in pleasure, right into her left ear as he squeezed and palmed her exposed tits.

This unwanted groping of her perky tits went on for many long minutes. But when it did stop, she wished he was still fondling her breasts and tweaking her nipples, rather than what he did next.

Because now his hand was back at her throat and for a split second it seemed like he was releasing the thick two inch wide belt choking her neck. But then she felt him jerk the thick belt and snug it up one hole tighter than it had been through the latch.

“It wasn’t tight enough, I think. We want this belt around your neck digging in tight…and making you feel utterly…helpless and …what else? Oh ya…hopelessly fucked and knowing I could end you at any minute…That should keep you in line, don’t ya think?”

She was sniveling and trying to beg as he tightened the belt made collar back up around her throat. 

Her panicked, pleading and gurgled, ball blocked groans of, “AWKK AGGH   GAWAKK AHGG” meant nothing to him except that he was doing everything right in making her suffer for being such a cute sexy cock tease.

Gurgles that became satisfying, to him, gagged groans of teen girl distress as he hoisted her back up off her heels with her neck rope. 

Her belt bound arms and wrists were jerking around behind her back. Her hands clawed uselessly at the air behind her tight ass hugging jean shorts and the whole sordid scene made his cock almost hurt with pleasure. 

Here utterly distraught eyes followed him around the room as he reappeared in front of her. Her toes were once again dancing on the floor as she struggled to breathe.

He leaned down and he rummaged through the rubber maid storage container he had dragged over earlier. The storage unit had been labelled ‘Toy Box’, but what she saw him pulling out as he rooted through the box was anything but toys.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, but what else she saw now exposed in the box, scared the shit out of her. The box was stuffed with all sorts of terrifyingly shaped things. Things that her teenage mind wasn’t even aware existed but soon degradingly and painfully would.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Then he took a long puff. 

“Ya the wife won’t let me smoke in the house, but this room no one knows about. It’s got a hidden entrance behind a sliding bookcase…and oh ya, I soundproofed it too…So when I do this…”

He said as he reached out and touched the hot end of the cigarette to the very tip of her right nipple.

Her neck strung body violently jerked. She shrieked into the gag and her whole exposed upper torso tried to jerk away from his jabbing hand as her bound feet danced on her toes.

He leaned in closer to her chest. His mouth was just inches from her heaving breast. He took a long puff to make the smoke tip glow red and then he again, he jabbed it into her nipple.

She almost twirled around on her toes as she fought to get her bare chest away from the glowing cigarette. He threw his head back and laughed before grinding the cigarette out on her other breast. Then he tossed aside the butt.

“Now then, let’s shimmy down these sexy ass shorts and see what kind of glorious young pussy you got hiding down there.”

He reached down and grabbed the waist of her snug denim shorts. Shorts so tight and hip hugging that he had almost blown a load on her denim covered ass when he hauled her semi-conscious body out of the trunk of his car all those days ago.

He took his time slowly unbuttoning them and then of course sliding the zipper down. Her panties were showing and he liked that they appeared to be a little lacy, decorated with flowers and almost see through.

She felt him slide his hand down into her newly opened shorts. Over the top of her still slightly damp panty. Yes, she had pissed herself a day ago, unable to hold it in as she lay there strictly hogtied and whimpering.

His hand deep in under her underwear, he began to rub her mound, oblivious to how badly she didn’t want his touch there. His eyes were on her twitching hips and the bare skin of her lower pelvis,

She groaned around her gag, her jaw now starting to deeply ache from wearing the nasty thing for so horribly long. Her groans became pathetic pleading moans as his large fingers pushed further down into her shorts and they found her panty pinched labia.

He licked his lips and he leaned into to kiss her tear-streaked left cheek. Dancing on her toes and trying to breathe, she then let out a squeal. Her eyes flew open and she shook.

It was because even in the tight confines of her opened shorts, his fingers were able to wriggle aside her lacy crotch and make contact with the delicate skin of her actual pussy, rubbing hard over her hidden away clitoris.

His middle finger even toyed at her slit and found itself one knuckle deep up into her sex with only a small amount of digging and pushing.

“Such a nice soft pussy you have. I bet it’s never been touched by anyone before, well except your own small fingers….So go ahead, mumble out at me how much you like mine!”

And at that smirk delivered statement, he jerked his hand around inside her shorts and he pushed two of his fingers into the first inch of her very tight passage. 

Seconds later she squealed the loudest he had heard her yet, since he had plunged both up in as far as he could manage. Then he waited a second or two…before he began to pump.

…

Hot and thirsty from well over 20 minutes of pumping his arm up and down he decided to leave his hidden lair and go back upstairs to get a drink. It was up there he of courses bumped into his daughter home early from school.

She sat at the kitchen table, cross legged on a chair with her white knee socked feet swaying under the chair. Her plaid skirt was bunched up, and he could see most of her upper right thigh. Some rather taboo thoughts filled his head, which he shook to clear.

Then his daughter spoke, without even looking up at him.

Dad, were you smoking in the basement again? I could smell it up here. Mom’s going to be pissed when she get’s home.”

He grinned at his daughter who looked to being doing some homework at the kitchen table. He patted her on the head before he strode over to the kitchen window which he promptly opened up wide.

“There…better?” he asked.

She looked up and smiled, “Ya…I won’t tell mom…It will be our secret…if you take me to the mall on Saturday?”

He gave her a stern look. A look that showed how displeased he was with her attempt at blackmailing him. 

‘Why the little brat is telling me what to do…damn… maybe I should whip her ass too, she hasn’t had a good spanking in some time’ he thought to himself as his cock stirred in his pants and he grasped his belt buckle.

Then he looked at the kitchen table to see what his daughter was actually doing. He blinked and stifled a laugh, before asking his daughter what she was doing, even though he knew the answer.

“So what’s all this, Laura?” he asked as he pointed at the stack of papers which had printed on them the smiling face of a girl. A girl whose actual face was currently looking all distressed and tormented as she hung by her neck in his basement.

“Oh my god Dad, you won’t believe it! Another girl disappeared from our school two days ago. That’s three in the last year…They found Amanda’s sneakers out in the woods, but no sign of her. It’s so scary.” His daughter looked up at him with worried eyes, before adding, 

“And we all volunteered to make missing posters and put them up. You want to help. I don’t want to go out alone putting them up.”

He patted his daughter on the head again and with a deep fatherly voice told her the truth,

“Don’t worry sweetie, nothing can happen to you, as long as I you’re with me. And ya, I will help you put up posters…But just give me 15 minutes, I have one thing I need to do quickly.”

Seconds later, the secret entrance to his basement lair shoved aside, he stood in front of the struggling and pink faced girl…A girl who he now knew was named Amanda.

He held up the missing poster so her watery eyes could see her own smiling face. He stepped forward and grabbed at her shorts, tugging them this time down to her knees. 

Now she stood there on tip toes, collar digging into her neck. Her tits puffed out and her pussy fully exposed to the cool air of the secret basement dungeon. 

She was making those snotty, panicked, struggling to breathe noises that never failed to make him want to quickly pump out a load. 

He licked his lips and he reached out to pinch one of her tiny nipple buds. He pinched it and then twisted it with one hand as his other hand brought up the piece of paper it held. 

All she could do was squeal and shudder. Her toes dancing on the cement floor and her heavily belted arms flailing useless behind her back. The belt above her elbows almost rubbing the skin raw, she was thrashing her trapped arms so badly about.

Without warning he released her nipple and he smacked hard at her newly exposed pussy. He cupped her mound and he forced his hand in between her violently trembling thighs. 

Through her silky folds he drove his fingers and with a growl he inserted three fingers this time up into her delightfully snug slit. All while with his other hand, he held up the missing poster, just inches from her face.

There was a mile wide grin of delight on his face as he watched her reaction to his finger probing hand and the forced viewing of the piece of paper he was shoving in front of her face. Then he told her,

“Amanda, after I finger fuck your snug pussy and then jerk off on your tummy and thighs, I am going out with my daughter to help put up these posters…Posters that both me and you know are utterly useless, but hey…I score points with my bratty daughter.”

He licked his lips again and pumped his fingers harder up into the now quietly squealing girl. The gag and the tight neck choking collar, all doing an ample job of keeping her decibel level down.

He threw aside the poster, releasing and then grabbing his rock-hard dick from his jeans. He jabbed his hard cock at her stomach, making her body sway and even her toes momentarily leave the ground.

And then he came, fast and messy. Splattering her tummy and all her pale flesh around her mound with large shots of sticky hot semen. Some stained her shorts and some splattered and trickled down her thighs.

Panting and spent, he swiped up some of his splattered seed off her upper thighs. He rubbed the white substance in a full circle around her ball gagged lips, and then he grinned into her face.

“Off I go now…father daughter time…But don’t you worry, Amanda, we won’t be gone long, and we’ll put lots of your posters up all over town. Not that they’ll be of any use…ever.”

He stopped halfway to the doorway so he could turn around. He had one last thing to say as he scanned her shaking body, wobbling there on her bare toes, her neck rope taut and heavily hindering her desperate sounding breathing.

Her exposed, lightly haired pussy glistened with remnants of his sloppy release. Her small firm tits rose and fell with her panicked snotty breaths. 

Her huge, terrified eyes stared straight at him, watching him ogling her from head to toe. He liked this very much as he told her.

“But then you better worry…about how horny I will be when I get back…Because as I staple up every poster…I will be dreaming up an inventive way for each time that I plan fuck you and each time I decide to make you scream…to leave my mark on you… as I now enjoy what’s mine!”

When he finished his little speech, her reaction was more than he expected. She was making all sorts of gurgling noses and thrashing about in her bondage. 

But that’s when he noticed her wide-eyed panicked face, wasn’t on his, it was on the door behind him. Slowly he turned around and that’s when he saw her. 

His daughter stood in the open doorway with a stunned look on her face and an armful of posters she held to her chest. Her school issued plaid skirt seemed to shake as her bare knees started to wobble.

She stood frozen, mouth open, square in the middle of the hidden doorway. A doorway he had in his lust, forgotten to close.

Her eyes were locked on the area below his waist. His cock, still dripping semen, was still jutting straight out of his jeans. Then her shocked eyes saw his teen captive, jerking around behind him, trying to shriek and beg around her gag.

Screaming, “What the fuck, Daddy!” his daughter dropped the posters and turned to run. But thinking quickly and grabbing some rope hanging by the door… 

He was able to run faster…Much faster!

…

A week later, he was walking back from the hardware store. His shopping bag was heavy with the many yards of chain and the half dozen new padlocks he had purchased, plus some pipe clamps, a new roll of duct tape and a package of extra thick and long zip ties filled up the rest of the bag.

He stopped at a crosswalk and looked at the nearby telephone pole, the fluttering in the breeze posters catching his eye. He shook his head and smirked, and then looking around to make sure no one was watching, he snatched one off the pole.

Even a two second look at it made his cock swell and he had to adjust his pants. The two girls smiling faces under the names ‘Amanda’ and ‘Laura’ had him gulping and picking up the pace to home…after all, those two faces were there waiting for him… both of them!...down in his basement…though not smiling in any way. 

Because that was hard to do with such large gags jammed in their young mouths and their throats nearly choked off as they hung there in unison by their thick identical collars. 

[jbscaptivestories]

The delight in her tit torture, among other things I find enjoyable about her…

“If there’s one thing I like about a full breasted cunt, it’s when her tits are choked tight in rope, or squeezed in steel clamps, or like this one here, strangled in nice skin pinching zip ties.” 

I tell her this as she moans and tries to move her head a little, which is hard for her given how tight and stretched out I have this thick thighed bitch. 

I have used rope to start.  Stronge rope tied as tight as I could around her wrists and ankles. Rope that securely stretches her out on my ‘table of fun’ as I call it.

But I might eventually get around to replacing the hazard of the ‘wriggle free’ rope with more secure zip ties. Plus, it will be more aesthetically pleasing to me to see her secured in all the same skin pinching and inescapable plastic restraints.

I have already secured some around her legs, biting into her flesh just above and below her knees. Plus, another I have cinched around her upper arms, just behind her head.

Those zip ties around her arms keep her arms nice and tight together and yes, it does make it extra hard for her to move her head. 

She moans something at me as I place a hand over the top of her right tit. Her teary eyes are drifting back and forth. The shock of how she is kept, of how I utterly have control of her is really starting to hit her.

I rub and squeeze the ball shaped flesh of her right breast as I look down into her confused, and growing more terrified by the second, eyes.

“I know, you want to say something. You want to beg and plead at me…And I might let you, eventually, when I finally get around to removing your stinky, drool-soaked panties from your mouth. And thanks for wearing such big old cotton boy briefs, they really fill up a mouth way better than some skimpy lace thong.”

She groans something at me again. Her mouth trying to make words that I am sure would be asking me to let her go. But the simple cleave gag knotted around her head and holding in the large wad of her balled up panties is doing a bang-up job of keeping her words totally indecipherable. 

I am sitting on an old wooden chair. It’s pulled up close to the table so I can lean in over the nice round tit in front of me and nibble at its protruding nipple. 

I suck on it. I bite it a bit, holding it between my teeth and then forcing my head up. That gets a nice deep gagged moan and then a shriek out of her as I increase my teeth biting  pressure.

I release the nipple from between my teeth, but then I decide to see how much tighter I can make the zip tie choking this wonderful ball shaped tit. I rise up out of the chair and tower over her.

“Just a few more zips! A few more notches. Then we stretch them apart!” I tell her.

She’s screaming into her gag as I mange with some grunting to tighten the ties round each of her tits. Somehow, I manage to get a few more millimeters of the zip tie pulled through the eye piece of the locking head of each zip tie.

Damn, this thick thighed bitch’s tits do look mighty fine all balled up and choked like this. Which is why I have to spend many more minutes stroking them with my hands, circling them with open hands and marveling at how wonderful the captive flesh feels.

The taut flesh feels so smooth under my palms. And if I take my palm and just circle it lightly over the tips of her nipples, her buds actually seem to stiffen and poke up. I will remember that for later. It will make gripping them with pliers or vice grips, or poking them with things…pointed and sharp things, much, much easier.

After much enjoyable caressing of her balled tits and a few more nips of them with my teeth, which make her squeal into her gag, I reach for the zip ties that are protruding from the side of each of her choked tits. 

These I earlier stuck through and under the ties that would ensnare her tits. These ties I can pull outward on, wrenching them out, perpendicular from her trapped body. 

The result being that her choked tits get painfully pulled apart. Her chest spread and anchored down, ready for me to really go to town on. 

Though she doesn’t know that yet. They never do, until I bring out all the tools. Until I lay out all the screws, needles and whatever else I can dream up to use in ways that eventually should have them loudly screaming and begging endlessly around the gags stuffed in their mouths.

And when I do lay out the tools and the things that they will soon learn are only for them to suffer… Then they truly lose their shit, for the first time of what will hopefully be many…and I for certain lose my first load of cum on their trussed up bodies.

Happy now with how this stretched out set of tits is going to look, I go grab the first of the necessary tools. I throw some screws down beside her trapped chest. I hold above her thrashing about head the cordless drill, and I rev it up.

Her reaction and panic at the sight of the power tool is delightful. My intuition to select this curvy MILF from the Costco parking lot, seems to have been bang on. That, and when she bent over to load her groceries into her car’s trunk I could see the sexy sway of her large tits as her sundress billowed in the spring breeze. 

A well-timed parking spot with my van and some good old chloroform…and I have myself a new big breasted cunt stretched out on my ‘Tit Torture Table’, all ready to play with.

“Oh don’t worry, you whiny cunt…I ain’t going to drill into your big beautiful tits…just yet! Nope this is for doing this.”

I pull on the sideways protruding zip tie, pulling her balled breast away from her chest. The skin in between her breasts stretches and she tries vainly to arch her body off the table, to shift it about so the pressure won’t be so nasty on her chest.

I just chuckle and then I drill a screw into the table, right in through the plastic I have just pulled. I then repeat it for her other tit…Then I cinch those ties a little bit tighter too.

And all the while I must admit I am still chuckling with delight the entire time at how much I am able to wrench her purple tinged tits apart and really enjoying the strange sounds she is trying to make with her panty and cleave gagged mouth.

The shade of a choked tit can vary depending on how nasty you want to be. Pink, red, purple, deep purple, but I do try to avoid the trussed up cunt’s tit from going fully black though. 

Experience has taught me that’s bad, and it only happened to me once. Pipe clamps screwed too tight because I used the power drill to close them. That, and I left her suspended by them for far too long. 

I thought a few days would be okay leaving her dangling there, gagged, blind, and with a massive butt plug stuffed up in her ass. Gagged so no one could ever hear her screams, blinded because that would help break her, and a huge butt plug rupturing her ass because…why not?

I did have to go away for a work trip you see. And even with four pairs of handcuffs on her wrists and two pairs locked above her elbows, I thought keeping her dangling would be the best way to make sure she stayed good and secure and she didn’t go anywhere.

But when I got back and I found her semiconscious body swaying in the basement, her clamped and stretched upwards tits as black as my leather boots, I realized that maybe with the next ones I would have to be a little more…careful. You know, show a little more concern for them…if I wanted them to last.

Why go to all the risk and trouble of capturing one, if you’re only going to keep it around for a week or two. So, I plan better now, and I definitely have paced myself better at how much agony I can inflict on a nice big pair of tits. 

The result is I only have to go looking for a new one every 8 to 10 months now. Hell, I still have one stuck up on her toes here in my cellar, in an adjoining room. That one I have been enjoying her screaming and muffled pleadings for well over a year.

The roughly pierced nipples of her brutalized tits have helped me ruin her tits to the point that they look like they’ve been stretched up past her chin, as the ropes choking them ascend to the ceiling. 

She’s stuck in the nearby room, sniveling and whimpering and desperate for me to ‘end’ her torment. Which I definitely won’t do, now that she’s begging for it.

Now as I survey the tit spreading and anchoring job I have accomplished, I pat me newest catch’s thick tummy. I let my hand travel around to cup her mound. I take my longest finger and run it into her folds. I wriggle around, plenty, as I ask her,

“You’re fucking really secure like this, huh cunt? Your whole upper body is stuck down and barely able to move, right?”

She says nothing. She’s just whining and wincing as I continue to finger her. But I see she is trying to shift her torso about, but the fresh anchoring of her tits certainly limits that to just a tiny shimmy of her naked torso.

That’s when I pick up the big pair of scissors I keep on the table. I use them mainly for trimming up the zip ties, but I have been known to snip a few other sensitive bits with them…when a reluctant or disobedient bitch deserved it.

I hold them aloft and that gets her attention. She starts to breathe heavily through her nose, biting on her cleave gag and trying to shake her head from side to side.

I laugh. Then I lower the open blades to her left nipple. “Afraid I’ll snip something off here?” 

Then I move them to her right nipple, “Or snip off something here? Or how about here?” I add as I take the nose of the steel scissors and I dig them into the softest flesh of her body, right at the apex of her mound.

“Snip, snip, snip…I mean, why does a fat cunt really need a clit, if she’s trussed up and kept for only one thing?” I say taunting her.

She starts to wail into her cleave gag, straining at her bonds. Her lower back almost arching off the table and making her chest stretch even more. It looks so hot, there is only one thing I can do…I force the blades of the scissors into her pussy. 

But don’t worry, they’re closed… for now. And I jam the metal in there till only the looping finger parts of the scissor grips are visible. I wriggle the steel around inside her which elicits a pleasing response of some mournful sounding moans. 

But then I let the scissors be, leaving them alone, with most of the metal jammed up in her slit. I have to go back to the highly pleasurable job of rubbing and squeezing her balled up tits.

I move the chair out of the way and bend over her again to let my mouth find her right tit. My teeth clench around her nipple and pull it up. I start to grind my teeth and the reaction I can see up close as her chest shifts and quakes. 

I know I am near to drawing blood, so I let off the pressure, but only a bit. With one hand I grasp her left tit as I continue to gnaw my teeth. I squeeze and dig in my fingers as tight as I can. My other hand of course is wrapped around my cock and pumping it.

I feel my balls tighten and the climax is on top of me in an instant. I let go of her tortured tits, both my teeth and my other hand no longer making them hurt. And like a fireman trying to put out a fire, I aim my spewing dick everywhere I can on her stuck down upper torso. 

Even though I am standing beside the table, shots of ejected cum travel distances I didn’t think possible. Some splatters on her face. Some shots land on the stretched skin of her chest, in between her plastic choked tits, and of course it splatters over both of her purple colored tits.  

Yes, I am panting and breathing hard when I squeeze the last drops out. The copious splatters of cum I shot onto her balled tits are now running down them to meet the huge amount I deposited on her chest.

I reach out to smear the semen around the space in her chest, between her stretched apart tits. Lifting my cum dripping fingers to her shocked eyes, I smear some across her wincing and horror filled face.

I even make sure to smear some semen on her quivering, cleave gag separated lips. The wincing face she makes full of disgust as I swipe up some more semen and I spread it fully on her lips, makes my dick twitch. Then I let her know.

“Your trussed up body will see many, many showers of cum. Heck, some days I will just stand her and piss on you too…I’ve discovered it’s a fun way to wash off the dried cum that builds all up on a sexy cunt’s tied up chest!”

I give her a wink and watch as her face morphs into a look I can’t even begin to describe. Disbelief and terror, maybe? All I know is it makes my cock start to grow hard again. So, I ponder moving up my timeline of fun for this one.

I had planned to let her plump curvy ass lie here on the table, stuck like this for at least the next day or two.  Staring up at the ceiling, with no hope of getting off this table, and lying there with all my specially selected instruments and tools placed around her and taunting her.

That part I still plan to do, to put on display all of the things that will probably use to torment her tied tits. All the tools and gadgets that will hurt her in places she never dreamed of. I will bring all that out now and lay them around her, and even on her. 

I circle the table. I reach out and pinch her left nipple, giving it a good twist before I drop down to haul out my toolbox that I keep handy, stored under the table.  When I pop back up, I grin at her with the most devilish grin I can muster up.

“It’s show and tell time…Let’s see all the fun things that I am going to use on your tits…and eventually other parts too…But tits first, since they’re my favorite, and the whole reason I took you.”

I slowly lay out rows of nails, needles and pins on either side of her shaking head, so she can see them all. More zip ties are next, and I tell her,

“The zip ties are just for anchoring you down better. That rope around your wrists and ankles can loosen when you get to thrashing about. It’s true…I had a girl almost get loose once because I stupidly just let her stay in rope too long.”

“But don’t you worry, that won’t never happen again.” I add bopping her on the nose with one very thick zip tie.

I notice now that her chest, even so well anchored down, is attempting to rise rapidly up and down. The state of panic I so enjoy seeing them endure, is hitting this one full on now.

I pat and rub her balled up right tit. Then I show her the ice pick, holding it in one hand as I pick up a long needle in the other. I hold them over her head and tell her,

“Sharp and pointy things. Nasty sharp things to poke into your tits…to decorate your tits…to torment your tits and make you scream until your throat hurts.”

And to make her realize the potential of these things, I stab the sharpened tip of the ice pick down into the very tip top of her right nipple. I dig it in and spiral it around and let me tell you, holy fuck, the howling noise she makes is exquisite.

And all I have done is stick a few millimeters of pointy sharp steel into the head of her nipple. I can’t wait to see her reaction once I have stuck a dozen needles or pins and maybe a nail through her tit’s nipple.

I set down the ice pick and lower my mouth over her tit. The little bead of blood that had appeared at the tip top of her nipple, I suck up and I moan in pleasure.

When I lift up my head and stare into her distraught teary eyes, from just inches away, I say…

“But wait…there’s more.”

I plop the staple gun down onto her chest. This gets a great reaction, and she screams deep into her gag. Which then reminds me to show her the gags I have. 

“There’s two of these! One is a regular ball like gag, and one is a modified dildo. It’s nice and deep and thick. One old middle-aged bitch I had complained that it constantly tickled her throat and that she wanted to gag and choke every second it was in there.”

I pick up the gag in question and hold it aloft. Both of the gags have no leather straps or latches. Both only have zip ties strung through them. Just pull them tight, till the cunt’s cheeks indent and turn pink and you can be assured there is no way the gag will fall out or slip off. 

“You know what happened to her?”  I ask as drag the gag back and forth over her balled up tits.

My catch, stretched out on the table actually tips her head a bit, from side to side. It makes me smile and chuckle that she’s being so attentive.

“Well eventually, after letting her hang from her tits for a few days, and then her ringed nipples for another week…I was able to bend her over and stuff one of her tits into her mouth.”

Now I take the long gag and run it around her lips. Yes, the gag picked up some more of my sticky cum that was still dripping off her trapped breasts. Then I finish the story, curious to see this ones response.

“And yep, with some crazy glue, or was it industrial epoxy? Hmm I can’t remember, well no matter, but I did made it a really, sick looking permanent affair. Remind me later, when you’re not wailing and trashing about, to show you some pictures. It’s really something to see a huge saggy tit glued into some bawling old fat cunt’s mouth.”

I realize at this point I am back to stroking my cock. I didn’t even realize I was, but that’s the effect this thick thighed, ample breasted cunt is having on me. I reach over her naked and visibly trembling body, and I lay one last thing across her hips.

“It’s a wood etching tool. A very hot tipped tool used for burning lettering or designs into wood…Or in your case, your smooth soft flesh.”

I shift the tool around, so it lies right across her mound.

“I decorate all the cunts that I catch, with the words and phrases that I feel best describe your new purpose in this world, like ‘Pain Slut’ or ’Tit Pain Whore’ …Ya, that will be there first thing etched into all this tummy flesh. Then maybe ‘Stick me Here’ or ‘Needles Here’ I will burn in around each of your sexy nipples. They do look so damn ready to stick sharp things into and through! I think they will look spectacular as heavily decorated pin cushions.” 

I laugh out this speech as I pat her quivering tummy. I reach down in between her trapped shivering thighs and I remember to pull out the scissors that have been in there the entire time I have been presenting her with all my tools and things.

I smear the heavily scented scissors under her nose and then across her cleave gagged lips. Then I sniff them myself. I lick the blades and grin.

“Sometimes I do go down on the cunt’s I keep. If your pussy is the right flavor…and lucky you…I like your taste. Which is surprising for a middle-aged whore, like yourself. Huh…who knew. Lucky me. I grabbed a set of tits and a pussy, both worth chewing on!” 

Her eyes are clenched shut now and she’s wailing into her gag. I ponder that any scent of herself in those panties stuck in her mouth must be all drooled out by now. But I will gag her with the dildo gag for sure, when I start to etch on her flesh.

I moan as I pick up the speed at which I am stroking myself. Her reactions, the sight of all things lying around her that I will torment her with, have got me ready to blow another load. This must be a record.

So I decide to wait no longer, and I snatch up the staple gun. Her eyes fly open, even before I have pressed it against her flesh. Her head begins to thrash around so violently, it appears that her cleave gag may slip out.

So then I do something I have never thought of before…and I press the staple gun against her cheek, and I squeeze out a few quick pumps. The loud clicking of the gun is followed by the quick firing of construction grade staples through the cloth gag… and into her cheek…securing the gag.

“There, that ought to keep that gag in there! Now back to your tits, right one first!” I say as I press the gun to the side of her purple tinged and almost perfectly rounded breast.

Then I squeeze and I squeeze. The staple gun firing away with a loud ‘snap’ as I move clockwise around her tit. I spiral in closer and closer to her areola, making sure to staple in a half dozen there, before I take my time to center the gun over the top of her nipple.

“Bulls eye! “ I shout as I pump two staples, close together, into the pinnacle of her tit. 

I lay the gun back on her heaving chest. Her incessant wailing and ear-splitting shrieking has got my balls ready to explode. So I pump like a demon as my other hand plucks at and pushes in deeper some of the staples that didn’t go fully in.

This time my cock erupts so satisfyingly, that it shoots strings of cum clear down to her zip tied knees and then back up to her scrunched up in agony forehead. 

Wow, this cunt is something special I realize. I hope I can keep her around for years, not just months, and my brain starts to plan for that even before my orgasm has fully died out.

Which is why I go and take a good long rest, leaving her there stretched out on the table. Her tit full of staples and her shrieking and snotty sobbing going full strength as I head upstairs for a beer and a rest. 

After a good rest of a few hours, I return to the cellar. I pull up the chair and sit beside her. She’s still sobbing and whimpering as I lean in over her and I begin to slowly pluck out some of the staples, leaving the ones closest to her nipple still stuck in.

And all the while I let the wood etching tool heat up across her mound. And as she begins to shake and wince, and then cry and sob, as the hot tool burns a little spot on her mound, I tell her,

“Extra Special Pain Tits” that’s what I am gonna etch in permanently across your tummy. I know it’s lots of letters, so it will hurt like hell…but you’re worth it...And then we can add…’Staple Here’ across your tits!...Won’t that be funny? And then I can reload the staple gun and we see if we can put a full box into your other neglected tit!”

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From my main blog...JB

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The Breaker Box…A 2nd story

Its fingernails have worn down to almost nothing. In fact, its nails are bloody on some fingers all because it tried so desperately to claw at the perfectly square, soundproof and light proof box bolted together around its head.

Desperation to remove it that saw this fat assed thing, crawling around on all fours, clawing at it, hitting it with its fists and open palms and even banging it against a wall it can’t see, for days on end.

Days it didn’t even know had passed as it tried to remove the stifling sensory deprivation device from around its head. For inside the box, time really had no meaning for the bawling and shrieking thing.

Inside the box, its world is stiflingly hot, utterly dark, and noiseless. Noiseless except for the screams that its unseen, cruelly sealed up head lets out. Screams that no one else can hear, but only itself, in its highly restrictive pitch-black world.

Screams and wails of distress that are sometimes just caused by its desire to be free of the soul breaking device, and at other times they are real screams of agony as it gets jolted with intense pain in a place that really shouldn’t receive such shocking pain.

For the steel belt it has locked around its waist and covering its sex? That belt has a special unit bolted to it at the most central of all places. There, four electricity dispersing metal pins, just half a centimeter in length, protrude from the metal case and into flesh.

The pins you can’t see, since they face inward into the most sensitive and soft flesh known on a female body. A body that crawls around in the dark, unaware when that flesh may light up and throb with the most intense pinpoint shocks of pain.

A body whose most vital senses are cutoff, but a body that is aware that at any moment its sex could feel like it’s on fire, and that even worse excruciating agony could be delivered along with the electrical torture its sex may feel.

Because it is at the mercy of those trying to break it…Those trying to see what it takes to make a plump assed, middle aged, nameless woman, break down and utterly submit.

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The Breaker Box…story #2…An IDD and Olga, the sadistic test technician story, to cum soon

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3rd attempt to post this.

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Her previously rejected fat ass…is now properly labeled for what her ‘owners’ and their sadistic clients say ‘is her only purpose now’.

The bent over woman in front of the two leering men said nothing as she kept her face turned away from them. It had taken her a long time to get up off her knees, once they unlocked her collar from the steel post and they let her mouth be free.

Utterly naked and visibly trembling in her chains, the large assed woman basically stood up as high as her collar and neck chain would allow now. Which wasn’t to full height at all. The short chain running from her neck to the post kept her humiliatingly bent over for the men to take in a full view of her backside.

Her shackled and chained wrists moved below her swaying breasts. Breasts adorned with thick steel nipple rings that hadn’t been there before she came to be kept in this nightmarish clearing house of female flesh.

She rested her hands on her thick thighs as her wood block trapped feet shifted under her captive body. She could only stand there in that awkward bent over position. 

A woman humiliating put on display and forced to listen to the demeaning conversation of the men leering at her nakedness.

“So, Mr. Gaines, I know you like a big ass, and you like a deal too, which is why I thought I would bring you down here, into the cells where we keep the less desirable cunts. The older, uglier and fatter ones that didn’t sell at auction.”

Mr. Gaines nodded at the Syndicate’s handler, a man named Igor, who was in charge of the subterranean kept product. 

“Yes, I do like them plump, even fat. Makes for an improved surface to whip or cane. There’s something deeply satisfying about watching the flesh of a fat cunt warp and shift under the beating of a good stiff cane or thick whip…as it gets struck over and over!”

Igor had walked to now stand beside the shivering and visibly frightened woman. He slapped her large bottom but made sure to land his hand on her thick left ass cheek so it now covered up the word ‘anal’ that was permanently branded into her pale flesh.

“So slave, do you like to get your fat ass whipped? Or do you like to get if fucked? Which do you prefer when a man comes down here into this dreary dark place and decides your fat old ass is worth playing with?”

Igor slid his hand over her ass, to let his fingers slip in between her ample ass cheeks. He knew that if wanted, he could easily slip two fingers into the unsold woman’s back entrance. 

Her new found ability to take a whole cock in the ass had been the reason they had recently  burned the letters into her buttocks, not just because it was fun to watch her thrash about and scream as they did it, and for a lot of the unsold ugly cunts down in these holding cells it did tend to be the main reason they permanently marked with a blowtorch. To watch them suffer and beg just for amusement.

“No answer? You don’t want to tell us you favorite?” Igor asked as the woman stayed bent over and silent.

He could feel her ass trembling in fear as he squeezed and rubbed the large expanse of her butt cheeks. She only let out the slightest whimper when he did jerk his hand and a plunge a single finger, two knuckles deep, into her clenching asshole.

Then Igor gripped the top of her head with his other hand, and he jerked her head around.

“What? No answer to my question? You need some incentive to speak?”  he growled down at her just before her smacked her face with his open palm and then to her shock he rammed the finger that had just been in her ass, in between her lips.

“Now clean that shit off! Show our client here that maybe your sorry fat ass is worth buying! That maybe you’re not an entirely worthless chunky old cunt who should be left to rot down in here…Show him that you can suck on things…as well as take it in the ass!”

The stream of derogatory remarks and the asshole dirtied finger stuck in her mouth had the nameless woman crying as Igor kept his finger plunged fully in her mouth. 

Igor nodded down at the drool slicked and teeth marked cock like dildo jutting out of the pole the woman was anchored to.

“We’ve been trying to improve this slave whore’s oral skills too, as you can see. When she’s not bent over and getting a good ass fucking from the crew, we keep her down on her knees and that dildo rammed in her ugly mouth. She’s been improving day by day. As you can see by the advancing teeth marks.”

With that observation Igor pulled his finger from the sobbing woman’s mouth. Once again, he pulled on her hair and he smacked her face.

“You ready to show our client why your fat old ass is worth the meagre ten grand we are asking for it?”

It was then the woman whimpered out, “No…No…Please don’t sell me …pleassse stop hurting  me…please…please let me go..pleasee.”

This short burst of begging had Igor holding his belly as he laughed loudly.  Even Mr. Gaines was chuckling as Igor barked at the woman.

“I didn’t ask to hear any of that stupidity! I asked which did you prefer…Getting a cock in your ugly asshole or having your fat ass shredded with a cane? That was the only thing you were supposed to answer to!”

Igor kept pulling on the whining woman’s hair as he turned his attention to the client.

“All right, Mr. Gaines, I think it is a try before you buy sort of day. Especially since this slave whore hasn’t learned her lesson yet, even though we’ve had her for a full three weeks.”

Mr. Gaines raised a brow in surprise. He smirked,

“Three weeks down in this place and she still talks back. There’s some feistiness still left in this one, or she’s a complete moron. But that really doesn’t matter. So yes please, I would love to try her out before I buy!”

There was a loud noise of chains rattling and the distinct sound of deep female sobs of fear as Mr. Gaines licked his lips and he loosened his tie. 

He watched with delight as the woman tried stand as tall as she could, her shackled hands grabbing at her neck chain and tugging while her wooden stock captured feet, hobbled around on the floor. Her ankle skin visibly shredding, as her wood trapped feet danced in a panic.

While the woman panicked, his eyes moved over to the far wall to take in the selection of whips, crops and canes hanging there. Igor walked over to that nearby wall and picked a whip off it, then he placed it back. 

He next chose a cane which he snapped in the air. Then he tossed it to Mr. Gaines.

“That’s the one! it delivers a nice lively snap and leaves some very precise welts. It’s stiff enough too so that when it strikes this cow’s fat cheeks, you’ll see the flesh indent and warp just the way you love…Plus she’ll be screaming like crazy…This one truly makes them scream the best!”

At this point she was frantically tugging on her neck chain and sobbing uncontrollably. Yes, she had been whipped and caned by the men who had taken her and locked her way in this place. Men who had tried to auction off her body twice already, but without success. 

But when she chanced a glance over at the man thinking of purchasing her, the sadistic grin on his face terrified her down to her core and she frantically tried yanking on her neck chain as if her panicked desire to escape would miraculously break the links.

“Oh stop your fussing, you fat assed bitch. You’re not going anywhere. You here for just one purpose, to let me enjoy fucking up your generously sized ass cheeks!” 

Mr. Gaines spat out at her as he swatted her ass with his broad palm. He rubbed her quaking bare ass cheeks with his hand, growling in pleasure as he did.

“Time to make these enormous deserving mounds of ass flesh look like they’ve been thoroughly wrecked!” 

Then he stepped back as she wailed out a nonstop plea of ‘NO’s’. To his joy, she kept screaming  ‘NO’ as with a loud audible swoosh of the cane, he delivered the first cracking blow of the cane square across both of her butt cheeks.

Instantly a nasty red line appeared, and her pleas became nothing but a long shriek of pain. To his amusement she was now trying to shuffle her severely restrained feet around the pole as if she were trying to run away from him.

This only made him howl in laughter and put even more muscle into the next snap of the cane across her broad ass. 

With an enthusiasm that impressed Igor and made the Syndicate employee laugh, Mr. Gaines began to deliver a barrage of cane strikes to the shrieking, unnamed woman’s ass flesh. Each strike of the stiff cane more brutal than the one before it.

Each blow, each horrific impact of the cane, made her soft flesh indent and reverberate. The last few strikes of the cane so violent, that the skin of her ass split and blood began to trickle down her quickly bruising flesh.

That strike made her head flail about and as she was screaming at the top of her lungs, her trapped ankles tripped her up and she fell to her knees on the floor. 

She would have put her hands on the floor, but the short neck chain went taut, and she began to choke as her collar and the neck chain held her plump upper half up.

On her knees, she began to gasp, her shackled hands grabbing at her collar as she knelt there sobbing…and then shrieking again. This time though, the heated streaks of pain were in her upper back. Becasuse this time Mr. Gaines was swinging the cane mercilessly against her upper back and cackling.

“Back up on your feet, you ugly fat cow…I still have plenty of your ass to whip! And your back doesn’t jiggle near as nice, like your ass does when it gets caned. Or do you want to stay down there and choke on my cock for a while…instead of having your thick ass ripped up?”

And to this poor woman getting her ass shredded with this horrific bamboo, to spend as long as she could not feeling her buttocks getting ripped apart and on set on fire, just by having a cock stuffed in her slobbering mouth, that would feel like such a relief.

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Twenty minutes later, his semen dripping off her chin and her cum induced choking, just about under control, she shrieked as he used the hair on the top of her head to make her stand up.

“Please, Sir… I sucked you off…I sucked you off…Please don’t whip me anymore…please.” She begged with deep crying sobs at him as she was brought back up to her feet. Bent over like before because the neck chain kept her that way.

“You don’t want to have your ass thrashed anymore? Well then, we better move on to what it’s truly good for…You know? It’s primary purpose!” 

He shouted out as he spun the cane around and without any warning, he jabbed the handle in between her purple and red lined ass cheeks.

“Just like your big ass says…your only good as an Anal Slut!” he roared over her agony filled screams and he pumped the cane handle into her back entrance.

With the cane handled fully embedded in her ass, he then noticed the cruel looking chrome dildo hanging on the steel post. He reached for it leaving the cane bobbing comically out of her asshole.

He was rewarded with her screeching howls of “NO…PLEASSE GAWD NOOO!” as her tear flooded eyes caught sight of his reaching.

“HAHAHA…Oh come on…your fat ass was made for just this purpose, you whiny complaining cunt! What else could an ass this big, and accepting, be any good for!”

He bellowed as he yanked out the cane handle and he replaced it with the dildo. He jabbed into the open hole left by the cane handle, the first inch of the sick looking dildo. 

It easily entered her brutalized anus and with just a minor push he added another inch of thick metal into her stretching rectum.

 She was crying profusely and gripping her neck chain so powerfully, her cuffed hands had gone white, and even a puddle had formed on the floor from her tears.

“Just a few dozen pumps with this cool thing and then I will stuff your shit hole full of the real thing…We’ll make sure those letters burned into your huge ass…state the truth!” 

…A long while later, after much screaming, begging and continuous brutal ass fucking…

Igor had returned after leaving Mr. Gaines alone with the woman. He patted the shivering and sobbing woman on the top of her head.

“So, do you want to buy this chunky thing? You’ve tried its ass out and seemed to have enjoyed yourself…You must be interested in buying this piece of fat assed product after the way you’ve enjoyed it?”

Mr. Gaines pulled his hips back and let his spent cock slide out from between the woman’s heavily bruised ass cheeks. The black hole that was her anus, didn’t immediately close up, even after he had fully removed his dick from her backside. 

It made him chuckle as he grabbed some of her long brown hair to wipe off his dick. He patted her trembling back, stuffed away his cock and zipped up his fly.

Then he angled his head sideways to study the damage he had done to the still nameless woman’s broad ass. His cum was still leaking out of her just barely closed butt hole and running down her inner thighs. It was a sight that made him happy and he grinned in reply.

“Hmmm, well I am not sure now. I like the asses I buy to be less messed up…I mean look at this one now. This ugly bitch won’t be able to sit for weeks…Though I guess that doesn’t matter much, since she spends all of her time on her knees or bent over!”

Igor raised an eyebrow. He thought he had made a sale with this one. He was about to complain to Mr. Gaines about his abusing of the syndicate’s very generous try before you buy policy that the Syndicate allowed with the ‘rejects’, but then the still grinning Mr. Gaines added,

“I am kidding! Of course I want to buy this large fuckable fat ass…but can I get a discount now? I mean its big ass is really messed up now…So a simple discount of a few grand for the mess it’s in… And… I will pay you cash for it now!”

Igor rubbed his chin and then held out a hand, “Deal…let’s go take care of the paperwork upstairs. There we can celebrate with a drink…and if you want, you can enjoy fucking one of the finer looking young asses the Boss keeps around upstairs. He’s got a few nice-looking ones locked up in his office for celebrating a sale.”

With that statement Igor led Mr. Gaines out of the dark cell that this nameless, sobbing and shivering woman stood in. Her chances of being let out of this hellhole today, looking closer than ever to happening, but in a way that she wished wasn’t true.

And as those two men departed her cell, two more handlers showed up. One with a cattle prod in hand, the other shouting, “Knees…Now…You fucking ugly cow! Back to cock swallowing training for you!”

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Many hours later, as she knelt there, collar chained back up to the post and her mouth slobbering endlessly around the training cock stuffed deep into it, her hands grasping at the pole in front of her, she thought that they had forgotten about her. That maybe that horrible man wasn’t coming back.

Then she heard the door to the cell creak open, and a pair of shadows enter. She flinched as a hand landed on her head and it began to stroke her hair. 

Her flinching was soon accompanied by her terrified, mouth full of fake cock moans, as she heard a familiar voice say,

“I am back fatty! I even tried out a few more thick thighed and ugly cunts in the cell next door, just to make sure I was buying the right one…But none had an ass as nice as yours to stick my dick in…or beat bloody with a cane!...So ya, your ass may be pretty fucked up right now…But it will heal and then we can do it all over again, but in the pleasure my own dungeon back home.”

He stopped stroking her hair, but he slapped her face a few times, because he could. He turned to another newly arrived handler as he prepared to leave the cell. 

And then she got to hear the last words she would hear from the sick man, before she saw him again after four long painful days hog tied in thick leather belts, a massive plug in her ass and a hood over her head, even though she was crammed into a lightless steel box to be shipped across the country in a slow moving transport truck.

“Bind and crate the fat bitch up…But I can’t afford the quick shipping, so do it the cheapest method you got…After all I only paid 5 grand for her…Plus a longer shipping time will give her mangled ass more time to heal up, so when I do unpack her…Oh boy…I can start beating on it like it’s new.”

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Her large ass is labelled for what she is now…

After being involuntarily acquired, she was put up for auction, twice, and did not sell either time. Then someone at the Syndicate had the smarts to sodomize her, to stick their thick long dick in her ass and realize ther her fat ass wasn’t actually a liability, even if her ugly face was.

They locked her away in between auctions in a cruel manner that never let her fully stand or lay down. She could stand and stay stooped over, or fall to her knees and sit there sobbing in the dimly lit holding cell. Which they did often in the early days she was locked away down in this dismal place. 

Classified a ‘Reject’ by those who labelled and sold the sobbing and pleading females, the handlers and so called ‘Trainers’ of the flesh trading syndicate tried to improve her oral skills and make her into a passable cock swallowing slave.

But then came that fateful day an irate handler took out his frustrations on her ass. His frustration gone, when he was able to skink his dick, balls deep into her butt hole as she screamed, bent over at the post.

Her ankles are trapped in bolted together wooden stocks, her wrists cuffed and chained, and her neck always sore from the restrictive collar she wore. All of it to make sure she felt utterly helpless and that she knew escape was impossible.

And once they burned those letters into her plump large butt cheeks, advertising what great use her ass was, she was near to being broken. Something that would happen when she was sold for ‘Cheap’...But at least she sold.

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Now let’s see if this drawing of a fat assed bitch gets past the censors!

Then the full story of her finally selling will hit Tuesday…

JB 

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From my main blog...testing out the drawing...

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A mean bastard simply called Mr. Smith…With his newest, denim short clad, sexy catch…

The young blonde he had just led into the room was whimpering in fear from behind the voice silencing tape plastered over her mouth. She was whimpering and making snotty sobbing sounds for a damn good reason. 

Her name was Lauren and now she sat alone in the empty room, terrified and securely tied up in rough rope, wondering how she had gotten there and what he was going to do to her.  

But what terrified her the most was the noise coming through the wall. A series of endless screams. The agony filled wails of some other poor girl, obviously being nastily tortured and abused in an adjoining room.

She could only sit there and shiver. A thick leather collar was latched around her slender neck. A rope knotted to it then ran up the wall to knot around a steel hook sticking out of the concrete. 

The leash like rope kept Lauren grounded to this one spot since her ankles were also bound tight together with rope. Getting up off the floor was not going to be an easy task at all.

She desperately wanted to grab at all the ropes, to claw them off her body. But her useless arms just ached from being pinned firmly behind her back. Stuck in the middle of her back up by her sore shoulder blades.

Rope ensnared her upper limbs in a way that kept her wrists and upper arms burning, her fingers were starting to numb even as she wriggled futilely about. Her writhing hands trying to grasp at the knots that were strategically placed just out of her grasping reach. 

She stared down her body as she sat there on her bum. Her toned butt was peaking out of her short shorts, but her halter top was still on, and she thanked god her shorts were still on too, even though she was cursing herself for wearing such a short and revealing pair.

As she scooted around on her exposed bum cheeks, her denim shorts riding up, she was about to get her bound feet under her body when the door suddenly flew open. In strode her abductor with not a stitch of clothing on him, except for big black work boots covering his feet.

His dick stood straight out and bobbed at her. It was slick with fluids and she could see the tip was still dripping white drops of just ejaculated semen. Still on her butt she scurried as close to the wall as she could as his bobbing dick approached her. 

She was screaming into the tape stuck over the bottom half of her face. A face she fought to turn away from the approaching hairy balls and long hard dick. The dick smashed into the left side of her face and then slid up her cheek. She kept her eyes clenched shut as his voice growled out above her.

“What? You don’t like dick in your face? Or a little leftover semen slicking up your pretty cheeks? It’s fresh leftover spunk. The rest is in Tiny Tits super tight ass in the next room. You’ll get to meet her now…she’s what I use to keep you newly captured cunts in line.”

Lauren didn’t know what to make of his speech. She was still grossed out and feeling utterly humiliated by the slime of semen he had smeared all over half her face. She suddenly gasped as he jerked up on her rope leash.

A choking of her neck with the collar that became full on strangling as he kept hefting it upward and hoisting her onto her feet whether she wanted to or not. 

When she was upright, but wobbly, and attempting to take in big snotty nose gulps of air he turned and around and with the leash over his shoulder he announced,

“Come on, you sexy assed cock tease…Let’s go see what can happen to you if you don’t obey me!”

He took one step and Lauren tried to follow but her bound ankles made her start to tilt fully forward. She screeched in behind her tape gag as she angled over and she began to plummet to the ground. Her fall stopped by him as he turned around quickly and he laughed.

“Oh fuck ya…Almost forgot to untie your ankles. I did break one cunt’s nose and loosened most of her teeth that way…Of course then it made more sense to just pull them all. I must say she made one fine cock swallowing bucket after that…Though she then had a face like a pig’s ass after that. The guy who bought her off me, he just made sure to always keep the ugly cunt’s head bagged when not in use, like I had.”

Lauren’s captor shrugged at her as he told her this horrific story. Then he bent down to untie her ankle ropes. 

At that moment she thought about trying to kick him and make a run for it. He had a firm grip on her left ankle just above her high top sneaker, then he looked up at her.

“You want to run…you want to kick out at me! I can feel the tension in your sexy legs.” He said as he slid his hand up the length of her bare leg until it disappeared under the hem of her cutoff shorts and his fingers brushed the little bit of lace thong covering her barely hidden sex.

She was trembling at his unwanted touch. His other hand was now digging it’s way up under her cropped halter top and with ease cupping her left breast and giving it an almost painful squeeze. She wasn’t even aware that she was whining loudly under the tape as his hands explored her trussed up body.

“But you are not a completely brainless cunt, are you? You knew not to go about being a bad girl and trying to flee out of here…Which if you had…well let’s just say I would have made it worse for you than what you are about to see...Now let’s go! Time to see what happens if you don’t be an obedient subservient cunt.”

With her ankles unbound, but the rope still wrapped and trailing from one ankle, the duo marched out of the barren room, down a long hall and then up to a door. 

He yanked one more time on the leash he had attached to the metal ring around Lauren’s neck. She shrieked deep into the tape as he dragged her into the darkened main chamber of his homemade basement of horrors. 

There were no lights on in the room and at this point he decided to tell a terrified Lauren his name, and his rules. His name he told the poor trembling teen, was Mr. Smith. But she could just call him Master.

 “And that’s if I ever choose to let you speak again, you useless little cunt. Some of you I keep silent until I sell you. Which might be months or years.” he had added in a menacing growl. Then he added,

“The rules, or should I say rule is simple. You obey…you do anything I say no matter how lewd, disgusting or degrading…Or you end up like this dangling and whiny little flat chested cunt!”

Lauren looked at the naked young woman, a teenager really, hanging from her wrists and began to sob herself, shaking her head back and forth. ‘No No, God No.’ is all that ran through her mind, ‘This can’t be happening, please don’t let this happen to me’

The girl strung up high, moaned in visible pain thru the ball gag strapped tight into her mouth, as the man kicked at the stone weights hanging from large nasty clamps crudely fastened to her small teen breasts. Lauren shivered at the thought and how painful that must be for the girl hanging there.

He now stood there eyeing Lauren up and down, her crop top and very short jean shorts, hiding very little from his gaze.

“So cunt, ready to start your training?” he said as he grasped Lauren firmly around her collared throat, lifting her up onto her toes as he looked even closer into her terrified eyes.

“And you are probably wondering, training for what? Know what a slave is? Or more specifically a sex slave?”

He let go of her throat and instead grasped one of her firm breasts thru the fabric of her crop top halter. 

Lauren’s eyes, already watery and red from crying endlessly as she sat alone and terrified in the adjoining room now started to flow freely again with tears.  She began to tremble and just wished she were home, not here in this place. 

She started to sob and beg into her tape gag as she realized he was tying her leash up to a bolt high on the wall and snugging it up. Removing almost all the slack to make her collar tighten around her neck, her already rapid breathing becoming laboured and hindered. 

“Good little slut! Now you just stand there and watch as your new Master goes about punishing this sad useless cunt over here. She is being punished for not taking all of Master’s cock into her ass like I had ordered her too. Aren’t you Jennifer, you dumb useless piece of cunt!”

The abused girl did nothing but let out a pleading sob in reply. Lauren just stood there petrified with fear and unable to do anything else as it was. The ropes kept digging in painfully into her once perfect teen flesh if she tried to wriggle her arms about even a little bit. 

She anxiously watched as this much larger man approached the poor thing suspended from the ceiling and began running his hands up and down the girl's taut body. She could see the girl’s flesh quiver under his touch, her muscles flinching in reaction to his fingers stroking and probing places that a young woman would only expose to her lover.

And he was no lover Lauren could attest too, as she watched him suddenly pull and twist the girl’s clamped breasts. The nipples so abused and stretched that Lauren feared they would be ripped right off by the weight of the stones. 

The girl’s scream, and then proceeding gut wrenching sobs, made Lauren wince and start to cower and whimper in her own right. 

Lauren wanted to look away, but when he yelled at her, “Eyes over here cunt! Or I will rip off that sexy top of yours earlier than planned and begin punishing your lovely perky tits just like this!”, she averted her attention back to this horrific spectacle in front of her, to watch as he commanded her.

And watch she did..she watched in outright horror and shock as he;

..Inserted a long rubber penis mounted on a long pole into the wailing girl’s ass.

.. added another large rock weight to her bound ankles, to make sure her ass stayed well plugged on the devious pole.

.. took a belt from the nearby wall and then began to thrash her soft firm ass for the pleasure of hearing wail around her gag and her pert ass glow red.

..stood in front of the sobbing and anguished girl’s body, stroking her firm stomach from her ravaged chest to her shaved mound, using his own big rough fingers to masturbate the unwilling girl.

..and then he thrust up into her captive young pussy a most obscene looking dildo of the most disturbing kind, and without care he furiously pounded the spiked implement into her trapped cavity.

……

Lauren was now wishing her arms were untied, not to just have freedom, but so she could plug her ears and block out the incessant screaming coming from the tortured girl. 

Never had Lauren witnessed anything like this and she was now scared beyond belief.  She couldn’t believe that she was tied up in some sadistic bastard’s basement and watching such horror.

But realization of her predicament was about to go from terrified imaginings to reality, as he turned and looked at Lauren, now cowering and sniveling away and trembling like a leaf. His few steps, he took towards her, setting off a barrage of well muted begging and pleading, that had his cock growing harder and bigger by the second.

And with his young torture toy, Jennifer, suspended and well plugged, he thought it was time to introduce this new cute cunt’s holes to his very ample cock. A girl who he had happily abducted and still had yet to learn her name.

“So my new slave, once I pull off this tape and strip these slutty shorts of you…You tell me your name and then what I should do with you!”

[jbscaptivestories]

hello! Loving your blog. Do you happen to have any stories of sluts being suspended by their tits? Or would you consider including it? x

Like this?

I swore I had a story for this one...But I can't find it. So i better write it up! But I do have some complete stories...Links are below.

Poor Imogen...Some nasty tit tort and forced arousal.

Julia, used for some gang bang tit tort fun

And some more Julia, getting her exercise.

The good old 'Howlin Tree' where he takes them to make them 'Howl'

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Lastly just a drawing I found in my files...

It's some live streaming hanging and tit torture for this small titty teen...And I can't find the story...so maybe I need to write her a new one?

[jbskinkstorage]

A request from my main blog