Perfect Teen In Suspension Bondage

She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever
come across in my whole life. I took great delight in watching her
struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my
every pleasure. Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held
above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by
strong nylon ropes. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her
shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into
her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to
escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place. Her breasts
were unusually large for such a young woman and it was those special
features that attracted me to her in the first place. My eyes took
in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her
slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs. Her
legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped
and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result
of her latest whipping. The skin on her inner thighs, the area
closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the
result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the
color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut
of the whip had been laid down. I took pride in my artistic
abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the
beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high
school. Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with
forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features.
Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I
had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her
ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal.
The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off
to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground,
forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart. She was
pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way
she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was
by standing on her tiptoes. But with her legs so unnaturally spread
apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few
minutes…she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell
in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and
legs.
I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling
sorry for her. I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon
her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in
front of her where she could see my face. My hands reached out for
and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her
nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper
hardness. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me
pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to
run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body. She had
been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time
to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn’t be a good idea to
drain away every ounce of energy: it’s no fun if you leave them too
weak to scream and shake.
I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one
slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that
remained above her clean-shaven pussy. Her body stiffened as she
felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt
that I had come to know very well during the past few days. Her
pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large,
about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her
clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when
erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood. My
fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she
really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I
could. I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female
flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I
squeezed. Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later
this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for
such work, I will give her cunt a full workout.
But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so
I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them
to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth.
She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking
her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore
feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag.
“Please, ” she pleaded, “Please let me go…You’ve had me
here three days already…what more do you want? I don’t think I
can take much more of this. I won’t say anything to anyone, just
let me go!”
I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing
the look on my face. I told her, “Keep quiet slut. You tired of
hanging there? Well, tell you what I’m gonna do: how about if we
make a little deal. You’re good at deals, aren’t you? How about
this one, then. I’ll let you down from there and let you put your
arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to
say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard…Got it?”
She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind
started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my
tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop. I walked back and
poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop, lifting them up
with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side. I let the
crop rest on her nipple and looked into her eyes. She knew what
would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her
breasts with this same crop, drawing incredible screams from her.
There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where
I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl. She looked
at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her
hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said “Baby,
please tie my tits hard.”
I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left
breast and told her to look at me in the eyes. Her head tilted up,
she again asked me to tie up her tits. What could I do? Here was
this pretty young girl asking me to tie her tits…I’m basically
a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and
released the tension of the ropes. She groaned with relief as I
snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her
legs and stand somewhat naturally. Her wrists were still cuffed
totgether, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the
basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination
table. It was a table very similar to the kind found in
gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather
straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups. I
think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she
groaned, “Ohhhh nooooo….” and vainly tried to resist my efforts to
get her up on the table. Three days of severe treatment, however,
had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was
impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the
table and lie down on her back. I began by strapping down her
waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and
slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her
arms locked against her sides. Two more belts were placed around
her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively
restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however
slight.
But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should
fill you in on some background information. My helpless
little friend is Katie. I saw little Katie
for the first time in a restaurant where she was working as
a waitress. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her that night: her
beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts
from my mind. You see, I have this particular thing for young
girls, but Katie was special because she also had big firm breasts
and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of
her work blouse. I don’t think I tasted the food that night: my
brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her
better. My fascination must have been obvious, because when a
busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said “Nice,
huh?”
I nodded and said, “She is beautiful…I think I’m in love.
How long has she been working here?” The idiot told me her name, and
mentioned that she lived in Bay Shore, about 5 miles away. I hurried
up and finished my meal. I probably spend too much money by going
out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting
rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Katie and where they
live. Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting
Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet young thing up in the
phone book. I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself
from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in
the van at home. To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above
all else, patience. Pick your target carefully and then take your
time…all the work pays off in the end: just look at Katie strapped
down on the table…what a payoff!

The Capture

I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation
Katie. I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived. Her
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long
driveways. There was very little traffic on her street and no
streetlights. Her house was about half of a mile away from a
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by
walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the
ten days before I intended to take her. It was very easy to park the
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could
watch the front door of her house. This surveillance showed me that
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always
came home by herself. Apparently she didn’t have any boyfriends,
which was even better.
Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of
my watch. She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.
I nearly shit! The little bitch was going out of town and about to
ruin all of my plans. I thought fast and acted even faster. I took
off and raced back to the van. I drove it to the street across the
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my
trapping gear. I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding
and hoping that she hadn’t left yet. I lucked out and saw her car
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights
off. I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by
the side of the house in front of the car. She would be coming out
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the
porch to her car. I waited a minute or two and then finally heard
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking
down the steps to her car. In a flash, I stalked her silently from
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on
top of her as we both hit the ground. She never knew what hit her.
Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth. She was
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn’t start to struggle till after
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone
could here her muffled screams anymore. I punched the back of her
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands
together, behind her back. I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring
that she could not get away. I took a strong rope out of my bag and
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and
ankles together very tightly. Her legs were bent back pretty good,
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her
knees, forcing her legs together. She was ready to be moved, except
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my
waiting van.
I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were
coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog. I
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door
behind me. This had happened so fast that she was still kind of
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk. Snapping the lid closed, I
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and
crawled up to the front to start the engine. I was soon out of that
neighborhood safely and on my way home. 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.