Capturing Katie · Part 2 (2/2)
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I stopped for a minute at a convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes. I was home half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment. Beautiful Katie was all mine!
Welcome to the Dungeon
After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making sure that no cars had followed me. Everything looked clear, so I went to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and turned on the lights. Another door, which was always kept locked and made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper. It took me months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with. I went down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary exercises and preparations.
After making sure all of the straps were ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the stuffy trunk. She must have been really scared by now, because I could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space, trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag. I moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her helpless body. She went rigid with fear as I told her, "Settle down bitch, the real fun hasn't even started yet. Just wait a few minutes…" I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs, after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists.
Su Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the stairs. I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she tried to figure out what was about to happen next. She soon found out. I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table. I reached under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the straps that ran from the upper corners of the table. I expected her to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was no exception.
A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her ankles and secured them also. I untied the straps across her knees and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked into place and very nicely spread. I could tell that she was really nervous now. She was probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground in front of her house. But she could tell that more than a 'simple' rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this table for more than forced sex.
I talked to her while I removed her hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of their training period. I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood slipped off and she looked around the room. The first thing she tried to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn't raise her head enough to get a good look. "Don't worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.
They'll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch." I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red panties. With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline of her sweet pussy through the shear material. I let the blades of my scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp ends through her panties. I opened the scissors and let one blade slide about an inch into her hole. She pleaded, "Oh please, don't cut me down there! PLEASE!!!" Of course I would never damage a hole I planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would.
I pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little. I kept it there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her panties off. She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was not about to be sliced and diced. I also removed her blouse and bra very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up. They were real beauties and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them, but I like working on a new girl's pussy first – it's alot more humiliating for them. I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and a rather large clit.
I like my girls this way; makes it easier to clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with. I was going to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I like to have them clean shaven – comes out better in my pictures that way. I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close as possible. I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of hair above her cunt lips. I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job right.
I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy area, warned her, "Don't make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just may slice up some of that pretty pussy." With the practiced touch of an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes, leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small patch above her lips. I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she could see what her slit looked like without hair. She seemed rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to shield them.
Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit getting semi-erect. The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had slightly aroused her. I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound. She started to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips. I could see her getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips. I tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath.
I blew more air over her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood. She was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened. There was a blush spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get hard. I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes, until I felt that she was on the verge of coming. She was soon about to learn that she wasn't here for fun and games. While my right hand kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I kept on a shelf beneath the examination table.
Not able to raise her head, she didn't see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers towards her hot and defenseless cunt. Without any warning, I cruelly gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers, squeezing as hard as I could. She went from pleasure to the most severe pain she had ever felt, instantly. Her body stiffened, her toes curled tight and her hands clenched into fists. She screamed and screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her tender clit flesh tight.
She tried raising her ass off the bench to lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length. I reached up with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible. This brought forth a new urgency in her continual screaming. I could see her shaking with the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face. Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions.
After a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain she had felt. "Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were about to come, but got intense pain instead. Just think of that next time you start feeling good. By the time I finish with you, you'll be coming every time I do what I just did." She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes. Her breathing was getting back to normal. She must have been wondering what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.
What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her. Underneath the pain, she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and this was something she couldn't understand. She had liked the way her first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her. But this kind of abuse was totally different. Simply put, she was confused. I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of severe pain. I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring their firmness and roundness.
She had large tits for such a skinny little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I planned to take. My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for abuse. I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits. Her nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was about time to introduce her to my steel clamps. For her first experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp teeth. The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords.
I reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she could see what I was about to use on her. I liked the look of fear on her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for. She started whimpering, "Please…please…don't put those things on me! I'll do anything you want. I'll blow you, let you fuck me wherever you want, but don't put those on me!" I loved to hear her plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago wouldn't have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.
Amazing what a little bit of pain can do – it's alot easier than buying them drinks at a bar and hoping they'll fuck you later. I wasn't in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips. I slipped one clamp over her right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh. By the time I let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her tits around. But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased the pain she felt.
I quickly attached the second clamp, and this brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain. The teeth of the clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood. I held the clamps in my hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples into tight, painful cones. I connected each clamp with a cord that came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay. She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled on the cords that held her clamped nipples.
After a few turns, her tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying face. I loved the way she looked now. Her legs were tightly spread, with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as though they defied gravity. Best of all, though, was the look of absolute terror that blanketed her face. She was slowly realizing that she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse and torture for the rest of her life.
Yesterday, she was nineteen and had felt that the world was before her. But now she was nothing more than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use. She was starting to break down mentally under the assault inflicted upon her tits and cunt. I decided to let her contemplate her situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights. I was hungry after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the living and made myself a sandwich. Katie's abuse would continue after a light snack and a couple of beers.
Capturing Katie · Part 2 (2/2)
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