An enslaved young things crotch rope torment.
Joanne strode into her dungeon looking all the part of a domination loving, sex starved mistress. She had on her favorite thigh high black leather boots and nothing else. She slammed the door to the dungeon shut and then turned around with a smile.
“Hello little one…did you miss me?” she giggled
Joanne’s large tits swayed as she took the last few menacing steps over to the shivering and whimpering thing she had just addressed. The teenager was sitting there naked and trembling in front of a small square steel door in the wall.
The wealthy Joanne had only had this girl sitting there naked and in chains in her secret basement dungeon for just the last 24 hours. Their delivery only had taken place the morning before.
So with work demands and other social engagement priorities, Joanne had only been able to oversee the delivery and the storing away of her latest purchases.
But now, later into this lovely evening after a hard day of socializing and tending to her business interests, she was free to enjoy what she now owned. And she planned to do that with sadistic vigor and gusto.
The poor girl was drooling constantly out of a large hole in the thick leather panel gag that covered most of her lower face. Her eyes poured out new lines of thick tears as she wriggled there on the floor sitting on her nicely toned small ass.
The thick chains behind her back, keeping her wrists and collar connected, made a large clanking sound as she tried to cower away from Joanne’s approaching black boots.
The girl couldn’t say a word clearly as the gag acted to also keep her mouth forced open. Her jaws spread achingly open by the couple of inches of tube that protruded back inside her young mouth.
But Joanne could look down and happily see that girl wanted to beg, to plead. The young things scrunched up forehead, and her pleading eyes, told the commanding older woman so. It made Joanne’s pussy twitch and heat.
The girl began to squeal as Joanne reached down and began to finger the single nipple ring that the syndicate had given the young thing after ‘acquiring’ her. Joanne licked her lips and tugged lightly on the freshly pierced nipple ring.
“Yes, your tits are small…not big like that other set of nicely tied up ones.” Joanne said as she rapped on the small steel door with her knuckles.
Then she added, “But they still look lovely…And I am sure you’ll grow into them…All while I own you…That will be a nice thing to observe over time.”
Reaching around she grabbed the nameless girl’s ratty ponytail. It was matted up with what Joanne knew to be the dried up cum of many a man working at the syndicate. Joanne knew she would have to hose down this little creature, sooner or later.
Joanne wrapped the ponytail around up in her fist. The girl’s tear-streaked face rubbed up against the small metal door, and she seemed to be trying to scream into it as Joanne began to tug upward.
The increasingly aroused Joanne, with her other free hand, grabbed a thick leather paddle off the wall. Then she yanked on the girl’s hair and with a deep almost male like growl, she yelled down at the terrified teen.
“Come on, enough hanging out down there. She’s not going anywhere…ever. Now it’s time to get your adorable small ass up and over to that padded bench. I paid a small fortune for you two, and now I want to enjoy the best part…Your tight snug teenage cunt!”
In no time at all she had the girl’s bare hips slamming into the side of the padded bench. The custom made furniture sort of resembled a shrunken down gymnastics vault and could be used in a variety of ways, keeping Joanne’s covertly purchased toys in a variety of depraved and useful positions.
Joanne kicked the girl’s bare feet apart until they were spread as wide as the lengthy base of the bench. She gripped the girl’s wriggling hands firmly at the wrist cuffs and then she forced the girl to bend over.
She kept pushing down on the middle of the squealing girl’s back. Forcing and holding the girl bent over the bench. She then let the girl know,
“You stay the fuck bent over this bench, you hear? Or this will happen a lot!”
The ‘a lot’ was followed by a loud crack of leather on skin and then a deafening shriek. Joanne raised the leather paddle up one more time and then cracked it across the girl’s small yet perfectly shaped ass.
The next gagged shriek of pain sounded even louder than the first one. Joanne bent over the girl, her bare pelvis and upper thighs rubbing up against the girl’s red and heated bum cheeks.
The red skin felt so wonderfully soft on Joanne’s skin as she asked the girl, “Are you going to stay bent over that bench, like an obedient little slave slut? Or do I need to pound your ass with this paddle many, many, many more times?”
The girl’s head bobbed up and down. “AAHHG…AWHHGG…AWHHGG.” She kept howling and gurgling through the gag. It was the poor gagged things best pronunciation of ‘Yes’ and it made Joanne’s pussy clench.
“Good! Now I am going to tie your feet off to the corners of the bench. Can’t have you kicking out at your new Mistress…when I am pile driving into you later…can we?”
Confusion at Joanne’s words spread all over the young woman’s face. Even more confusion appeared on her face at the touch of Joanne’s lips to her hot stinging ass and the girl felt Joanne loop rope around each of her thin ankles.
Joanne kissed a path back and forth across the girl’s red banded bum cheeks. And when she had finished knotting the ropes she ran both her long nailed hands up and down the inside of the girl’s shining white and ultra sooth inner thighs.
She even took a second to tweak the girl’s small hidden away clit and then she rubbed two of her long fingers back and forth through the softest flesh she had ever felt.
The fleshy pink rows of this young captive teen’s sex, gliding under fingers made Joanne dream up her most twisted idea for a punishment yet.
But she wouldn’t tell the girl. No, first she would use the girl in the way she had been dreaming about since she saw her up there on the auction stage, still in her vacation swimsuit, crying, shaking and looking utterly distraught.
When she pulled her fingers away from the bent over and ankle tied girl, Joanne was pleased to hear a pitiful little moan.
It could have been a moan of humiliation, or grief, but it also sounded a lot like someone who didn’t want the fingering of their soft pussy to stop. Either way it all made a supremely horny Joanne very happy.
Joanne then reached up the wall. There on a simple clothes hanger hung her leather reinforced panty. Joanne took them off the hanger and then stepped into them. She tugged them around her pelvis and signed at the feeling of the soft leather backing on her mound.
The entire time the bent over teenager was watching Joanne from the corner of her eye. The teen was making panting noises and her forehead was scrunched up in severe confusion, until Joanne picked up one last thing.
Then the captive, ankle bound girl with chained hands flailing behind her back, began to scream and try and kick her ankles free. The sight that she was witnessing was causing her well-deserved panic.
The hard rubber thing Joanne had in her hand was a good 8 inches long and looked remarkably like a man’s penis. The poor girl’s mind was correctly on track as she watched Joanne twist and mount it to her leather underwear.
Joanne then placed her hips and the phallic instrument in full view of the terrified girl’s screeching face. She gripped the girl’s collar and ponytail to make sure she could direct the tip of the strap-on fake cock; a couple inches into the girl’s stuck open mouth.
The thing fit in perfectly, since it also had been designed to insert into this gag. To eventually screw snuggly into the gag’s mouth entrance so it could not be spit out.
Joanne had to use all her strength to hold the bent over girl steady. The girl’s thrashing about was more powerful than expected, but it calmed when Joanne simply stated,
“You want me to stick this cock into your cunt dry? Or do you want to at least put some of your own natural mouth lube on it…before I fuck you with it? It’s your choice sweetheart; I will gladly fuck you with it dry or wet…Just know that you are getting fucked hard with it…no matter what!”
The bug eyed teenager realizing the sick truth of her sadistic new mistress’ words groaned and nodded her head. She held still as Joanne pushed the thick thing into the hole in the gag.
“There sweetie, slobber on the thing, tongue it like some boy’s dick back in your high school. I am sure a girl with such a plain looking face and flat chest like you, must have had to lick and suck on a few dicks to get noticed by those teenage boys…or maybe teachers?”
Joanne chuckled as she pushed the dildo deeper in and the girl began to retch and cough. It wasn’t even four inches in yet and this made the evilly smiling woman think about what she had planned next.
Though for now, she just wanted to screw the fake cock back onto the panel on her leather reinforced panty and fuck this bent over girl, good and hard. Which is what she did moments later.
Holding the girl’s cruelly cuffed and chained hands firmly in the middle of her bent over back, Joanne lined up the phallus mounted to her own mound and she pushed forward. The first inch of the fake dick finding a lot of resistance at it tried to breech the girl’s inexperienced slit.
The screams coming out of the girl’s stuck open mouth made Joanne toss her hair back and groan in deep satisfaction. She pushed her hips forward with an added a grunt and was rewarded with looking down and seeing over three quarters of the length of the dildo plunge into the girl’s cunt.
Feverishly aroused by the sight of her strap-on dick driving into such a pristine young pussy, Joanne drew the long stiff thing fully back out of the girl’s pussy.
She gripped further up the bent over girl’s taut neck chain, waited a second, and then she rammed her bare hips back into the girl’s naked backside as she gripped both the neck chain and the back of the girl’s snug collar.
It made a loud flesh on flesh slapping noise that was in milliseconds abruptly drowned out by the freshly impaled girl’s howls of shock and agony at being fucked so brutally.
All of the strap-on fake cock was now buried inside ethe girl’s very tight slit…Then Joanne began to repeat those pull outs and slam ins, all at furious speed.
Joanne was standing there in front of the bent over girl who was sobbing pathetically and rolling her head about. Joanne was bracing herself up against the wall, both her hands busy in bringing about her own climax.
She had deftly removed the strap-on, but instead of discarding it she was pumping it up into her own cunt. One hand pumping up and in, her other hand rubbing her own clit.
In seconds she was shouting and cursing as one of her most intense orgasms ever flooded her body. It took many long moments for the surges of pleasure to ease and when they did Joanne’s view was straight down onto the shocked looking tear-stained face of the still bent over teenager.
“That was amazing…You are such a good fuck! Shall we do it again?” Joanne asked as she waved the cunt soaked dildo around in the air.
The girl’s head began to shake about. She was pulling violently at her ankle ropes and trying vainly to upright herself off the padded bench. She was yanking so hard at her cuffed hands stuck behind her back that Joanne thought the girl might rip the skin off her own throat.
Which is why Joanne slapped the girl’s panicked face so violently, the girl seemed stunned for a second.
“Is all that useless messing about just you trying to tell me, ‘No’ ? Oh my, you are still a stupid little cunt aren’t you…well then, let’s have some really interesting fun if you don’t want to get fucked right now!”
Joanne quickly tied a rope from one of the thick wooden basement pillars to another. The rope sagged to within a few feet of the floor, which was fine for now, as Joanne bent down and untied the girl’s spread legs from the bench.
The stern woman, hiding her grin, gripped the back of the girl’s collar and forced her upright. She shook the girl and then forced the young thing to turn and stagger a few steps, the ropes still tied around her ankles and trailing after her hesitant small steps .
“Step over the rope. One foot on each side.” Joanne demanded, “Now don’t fucking move!”
The girl stood there, her small and barely A cup chest and her brand new single nipple ring heaving as she sobbed and continued to be on the verge of once again freaking out…for all the right reasons.
That’s when Joanne yanked on the rope where it was tied through a metal hoop bolt mounted on the wood post, all fully in view of the girl’s confused and then shocked looking face.
The coarse rope running between the girl’s small feet lifted up high and went taut, but not before looking like the rope was literally slicing up and through the girl’s lightly haired mound.
Her trapped hands fisted behind her back and began to tug futilely on her steel collar. Her eyes grew huge as Joanne stood beside her and her long fingers began to massage the flesh of the teen’s mound right where the rope disappeared into the apex of her smooth bare thighs.
“Oh… I bet that is super uncomfortable. I bet it feels like your young pussy is getting sawed in half by that very rough rope…Doesn’t it dear?”
The girl’s head nodded rapidly in agreement. Fresh tears were pouring from the corners of her eyes as she tried to stay up on the balls of her feet.
Her water filled eyes continued followed the movement of Joanne’s other hand as it threateningly approached the girl’s gurgling mouth hole with the slimy pussy slickened dildo.
“That’s right, get ready to taste some vile cunt covered strap-on dick. Get ready to choke on some fake dick that has both my and your own cunt juices well smeared on them…It’s a taste you’re going to have to learn… to love…as you become one of my favorite sex slaves.”
The girl’s loud scream was quickly snuffed out as Joanne stuck the long dildo into the gag hole that kept the teen’s mouth always open. Pushing it in and then turning it around a few times to make the threads catch and lock it in, Joanne had the thing stuck in the girl’s mouth in seconds.
The reaction was everything Joanne loved about lording over a young female. The girl was gagging and hacking. Joanne could see the poor thing’s throat muscles convulsing.
Her ponytail was flying around as she tried to shake her head and shake the thing out of her mouth. Her eyes would clench shut and then fly wide open as the taste of pussy filled her mouth for the first time and she tried to swallow and breathe.
“You’ll get used to the taste my dear…You’ll have too! Considering how many times I will fuck you…And eventually, how many times you’ll find your face buried in my crotch, lapping at my pussy….Which will be a lot…every day…I promise!”
Joanne grinned and leaned into the side of the girl’s teary face. She took a long lick up the side of the tear path on the girl’s quivering left cheek, and then she told her,
“You can get that horrible thing out of your mouth, but on only one condition, which you have to work for!” Joanne literally giggled into the side of the panicked girl’s young face.
“See that little bell on the post? You have to ring it…Just straddle the rope and make the short walk to it. Wriggle your adorable cute ass over to the post…give it a knock with your nose or this lovely protruding gag…and I will take this monstrous putrid tasting thing out of your mouth as a reward.”
The girl’s distraught eyes glanced back and forth between Joanne’s eagerly smiling face and the bell hanging only a few feet away. With a snotty sob and a huge visible gulping around the thing almost blocking her throat, she took the smallest hesitant step forward, still up on her toes.
It was just one step, one small step on the balls of her feet, but it made the girl screech behind her gag and her eyes clench shut. The rope burn on her pussy, being way more excruciating than she had expected.
The girl was panting and trying to stay up on her toes. Every time her feet started to collapse the rope cut up into her sex and sent her into a shrieking fit.
She had frozen on the spot now, her chained and cuffed hands grasping at nothing behind her back as she looked determined to stay on her toes.
She was blinking rapidly and concentrating on trying to alleviate the taut rope pressure cutting up into the flesh of her tender soft sex. This made Joanne smirk and then reach for the thick leather paddle she had used previously on the girl’s young firm ass.
“You will walk…You will take the steps needed to ring that bell. Otherwise my dear, I might spend the rest of the day doing this.”
Joanne, to the girl’s shock, smacked the taut rope with the paddle, just inches from the poor girl’s rope severed mound.
The ensuing vibrations rocketing up through the girl’s pussy made the teenager squeal and then shudder on her toes. Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head as Joanne swatted the rope again and again.
Sometimes the laughing woman slammed the paddle into the rope downward, but then sometimes upward. She was laughing almost manically as the poor teen was shrieking around the dildo stuck in her mouth and also trying to take the tiniest steps forward along the rope.
Every step was a painful one. Every step the teenager managed to take, hurt and burned deep into her core. It was like her most private sensitive parts were being rubbed with sandpaper and split with wire.
She was frantically trashing her head and wailing profusely as Joanne let up on the paddling and she put her hand around the girl’s throat, right above the steel collar.
“I am going to leave you be now, just for a little while my dear. So you can study your predicament and figure out how you can finish your task…and please your mistress.”
Joanne took two of her long-nailed fingers and then rubbed them at the girl’s rope split slit. She rubbed and followed the coarse rope through the girl’s red and now swollen folds. She sighed as she felt the heated and abrasion tortured rows of flesh. It was making Joanne’s pussy dampen to the pint of dripping again.
“And if the bell rings, which I hope you achieve, I will hear it… I have this dungeon mic’d and wired up, so I can listen to you suffer from anywhere upstairs. It makes for a wonderful way to masturbate at night, listening to my sex slaves mournful sobs, their despair laden moans and sometimes, pain filled wails….Anyways, yes, I will hear you…I will know.”
The girl’s face look horrified as Joanne turned to leave. A horror that turned into outright eye clenching, deep snotty sobbing panic as Joanne told her one last thing.
“And if you don’t ring that bell, Yes, I will replace that throat tickling dildo with that throat blocking monster on the floor…after I fuck both your holes with it…Yes, both your cute cunt and pretty bumhole.”
Joanne pointed at the phallic monstrosity laying on the floor. It was inches longer than the one currently stuck in the suffering girl’s mouth.
“And after it goes back in your mouth…so you can choke of the taste of your own ass…Then you can go back in there. Your ankles chained up to your wrists and your naked body squashed into that tiny four foot by two foot, stifling pitch-black hole in the wall.”
The stern and almost scowling Joanne growled as she then kicked at the steel door with toe of her thigh high leather boot.
“It will be a tight fit, with you know who stuck in there… But I can let you spend the rest of your teenage years stuck in there, bare sweaty skin pressed tight to the bare hog chained body of your fat assed groaning mother. I am sure she’s enjoyed listening to what I have done to you, since I bought you both! It was so special to finally purchase a mother and daughter.”
And giving the rope one more upward tug with her own hand, Joanne strutted proudly out of her dungeon. A wailing and sobbing teenager behind her back and trying to take tiny steps forward on her toes.
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