Party girl

[mishmish]

Here's a new story. I will post updates as I write. Feedback welcome.

Party Girl
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From the day she was born, Sara had been beautiful.* This was a gift that had followed her all throughout her life.* As she grew into a stunning young woman, she began to use her beauty to her advantage.* Men were always taken by her, and this allowed her certain perks that most others were unable to receive.* Dates, gifts, access, extensions on her graduate course*deadlines, Sara was able to use her looks to finagle*things that one typically would*not*be able to get.* * As one might expect, this ability, combined with being beautiful gave Sara a tremendous amount of confidence and access to a wide circle of friends.* Once Sara went away to college and moved away from home, she immersed herself in the club scene.* She liked the music, the fast atmosphere, the crowd and most of all,*the attention.* She wasn't easy, but she liked to wear revealing outfits that drew attention to her considerable assets.* For the most part, she lived a carefree life, with many admirers.* However, some of her admirers had sinister intentions.

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He had seen her on campus one day during the summer.* She had been wearing a form fitting tank top and shorts that barely covered her firm, round ass.* During the summer, the campus was far less crowded, as most students were home for the summer.* As he watched Sara sashay through the campus, he felt an urge rise up in him.**It had been some time since he had*a captive for himself.* He hadn't seen anyone in*months*who he felt would be appropriate for his*manacles, and*devices of pain.* But*once he laid eyes on Sara, he envisioned her*gagged mouth and her tearful eyes staring back at him.* He would only have to plot*it out.* It*wouldn't be long till they were alone.**

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He made a point to keep his distance from campus.* He didn't want to be recognized or look suspicious.* He began to carefully trace Sara's movements, and learned her schedule and routine fairly quickly.* The campus where she went to school was safe, with lots of security*and well lit.* He would not be able to carry out his plan there.* Over the next few weeks, he began to devise a plan for her abduction.**He had built a custom, soundproofed sub-basement, complete with a hidden entrance.* He had equipped the room with instruments that he had found scouring the web.* Medieval torture devices, gags, whips, chains and other assorted mechanisms of pain. *The room was outfitted with cameras which could filmed every inch of the chamber. *Once a victim had been brought there, there would be no escape.*

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The fateful night soon arrived.* Knowing that Sara would be going out for the evening, he waited impatiently down the road from her house.**As a graduate student, she lived a few miles off campus, alone, in a rented house.* Because she was going out to the clubs, she was picked up, which was typical.**After she left, he knew he would have several hours to*slip inside her house and prepare for her arrival home.* He brought*with him, a duffel bag,*filled with*the necessary*items*to restrain and subdue his*victim.* *

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Several hours later, he heard a car out front of the house. *He felt his pulse quicken as the moment he anticipated had now arrived. *Soon he heard the keys in the door and then Sara's voice as she talked into her cell phone. *"I can't wait to see you. *You know how I am when I have a little too much to drink", she cooed into the phone. *He began to panic. *This had not been part of his plan. *He didn't want to leave any collateral damage behind. *"An hour?" she asked, sounding frustrated. *"OK, but hurry, I can't wait to see you" she said in her best sex kitten voice. *He relaxed a bit, an hour was more than enough time for him to carry out his plan.

As he hid in her bedroom, waiting for her to enter he felt his pulse quickening and a knot in his stomach forming.* The initial capture. The meeting between captor and captive.* Each victim’s reaction was different, some fought viciously, some collapsed with fear, others begged and pleaded.* It was never the same and the anticipation always churned him up inside.* After what seemed an eternity, Sara walked in her bedroom, he was hidden in the alcove of the room, so she couldn’t see him as she entered.* She approached her closet and quickly kicked off her shoes.* She then stripped off her short skirt revealing a thin black thong and her perfect bottom.* She then pulled off her top and her bra.* Her back was towards him so he couldn’t see her bare breasts, but he almost preferred it that way.* He wanted to see her on his own terms.* She put on a short tank top that came down halfway below her breasts and her thong.* As she admired herself in the mirror, he knew the time had come.* Placing a knife in his back pocket, he moved silently across the floor towards Sara.*

Sara, oblivious to the fact that she was not alone, admired herself in the mirror.* She wished her boyfriend would hurry over.* The buzz she had built up over the course of the evening was slowly wearing off and she was beginning to feel tired.* Just as she finished the thought, she saw a figure in the mirror.* Before she could turn around, a gloved hand roughly covered her mouth as another hand reached around her stomach and pulled her roughly towards it.* As a surge of adrenalin rushed through her veins, she tried to kick but her captor was far too powerful. *She tried to scream and then bite the hand over her mouth, but the force of the hand against her mouth didn’t give her any freedom.* A muffled grunt was all that emerged.* She felt herself being pulled towards the alcove where her bed was.* All her struggles were futile, his power and mass overwhelmed her, and seconds later he had pulled her next to her bed.* The hand still over her mouth, he pressed her body*face first tightly against the wall leaning against her with his weight.* He pulled the knife from his back pocket.*

Sara struggled to breathe with him pushed against her so forcefully.* She felt his weight against her and couldn't move.* A lump formed in her throat, the precursor to tears which were about to form in her eyelids.* He brought the knife around with his free hand and held it in front of her.* “You scream and I’ll slit your throat faster before you say the word help, understand?* Sara, terrified that her life could end here, nodded her head as the first tear drop slowly ran down her cheek.* He remained pressed against her, and removed his hand from her mouth, quickly wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her towards her bed.* Sara, whimpered as he pushed her down on the bed, her body trembling.* She felt her pulse pounding and lightheaded like she was going to pass out.*

He quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, placing her wrists in handcuffs and quickly locking them.* As she lay on the bed, he admired the curve of her ass and legs as they were on full display for him.* It was only a matter of time now before he would have her in his chamber.*

As Sara, felt the cold steel of the cuffs lock her wrists behind her, she shuddered, wondering what he was going to do.* She hoped he would rob her and then leave.* Hopefully he hadn’t taken notice of what she was, or for that matter wasn’t, wearing.* She tried to rationalize with herself.* He’s just here to take jewelry and money.* Stay calm and this will be over before you know it.* Maybe she could convince him to hurry up so this ordeal would end.*

“Please, sir, take whatever you want”, Sara spoke, in a voice barely above a whisper, so as not to let him think she wasn’t following his instructions.* “Please hurry, my boyfriend is coming over soon, if you hurry up, you can be gone with whatever you want.* Her captor looked at her, a small smile coming over his face, a smile that made Sara’s heart race even faster.* He brought out of his bag, leg cuffs which he shackled around each of her ankles.* “Open your mouth, Sara”, he said icily, and watched as she realized he knew her name.* “Why do I…” she started to say and before she could finish the thought, he slapped her hard across her face.* He brought the knife in front of her face as tears rolled down her face.* She opened her mouth just a little bit.* He forcefully shoved a large rag inside.* Then he wrapped several layers of duct tape over her mouth as Sara lay helplessly on her stomach, not knowing what to try and do.*

He sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her tear stained face, holding some type of what looked like a bag in his hand.* “I appreciate your concern for me, that’s very considerate of you.* I’m going to be long gone by the time your boyfriend comes over since he’s not going to be here for another 45 minutes or so, right?* The good news is that I’m only here to take one thing.”* Naively, for a split second, Sara wondered what it could be.* As her thought ended, she heard the next four horrible words.* “That “thing” is you”, he*said to her with an*evil look in his eye.* That would be the last thing Sara would see because as he spoke, he took a hood and pulled it over her head and securing it around her neck, plunging Sara into a world of darkness, alone with nothing but her fears.

Sara desperately tried to talk through the duct tape and hood, but the rag and duct tape held firmly and any words that she tried to say were garbled so into gibberish.* He pulled her up off the bed, locking one arm underneath her cuffed wrists.* He brought the knife to her throat rubbing the flat part of the blade up and down her neck and she whimpered.* “We’re going to go someplace where we can get to know each other very well.* As he said this, he lowered the blade and caressed it over her covered breasts and down her stomach.* He turned her around and forced her to the side door of her house.* Opening it slowly he peered out, continuing to clutch Sara’s half naked body tightly.* It was dead calm, no cars in sight, and all the lights were out at the nearby houses.* Sara’s car was no more than ten feet away.* He grabbed her keys and led her quickly into the cool night air.*

Sara, realizing she was outside, but unable to see or move her arms tried to figure out what to do.* She couldn’t run, the chains connecting her ankles wouldn’t allow her to do that.* And most problematic, she couldn’t see.* She was desperate, but before she could even attempt a move, he had opened the back door and shoved her into the back seat on her stomach.* Once she was inside the car, he pulled her chained ankles up and connected her ankles to the handcuffs, leaving her virtually unable to move.* He locked up the house to make it appear as if nothing was amiss, and got in the front seat.* He was almost home.* Sara, wriggled around helplessly in the back, but without being able to see or free herself, would be unable to do anything about her predicament.* Looking around once again, he pulled the car slowly out of the driveway and headed towards the waiting torture chamber.

[captdsulu]

Great start. Can wait for more. +rep

[mishmish]

Here's the next installment.

He drove for about twenty minutes to an industrial park just outside of town.* He knew he couldn’t drive Sara’s car for very long without putting himself at risk for being caught.* He had left his van in this park to transfer his prey.* He’d leave her car there and by the time police discovered it, he’d be long gone.* He parked Sara’s car next to his and went to the back seat.* Sara, noticing the car had stopped, tensed up waiting for what was next.* She felt him release the chain attaching her leg irons to the handcuffs and felt his strong hands pull her outside of the car.* She was slightly disoriented from the hood and her binds and almost fell down as he stood her upright.* He forced her over to the van, the back doors of which he had already opened.* He forced her inside and forced her down to the floor, again on her stomach.* He then fastened the chain connecting her ankles to a chain attached to a hook in the floor.* Sara moaned as she realized what was happening.* **Any hope she had of her car being discovered while she was being transported was gone now.** Even if her boyfriend got there right after she was abducted and immediately called the police, they would never be able to piece this together this quickly.* She was completely at this psychopath’s mercy now.* *Instinctively, she tried to move her legs, but the chain did not have a lot of slack and almost as soon as she tried to move the chain rattled and tugged on the ankle cuffs it was attached to.*

He knelt beside his struggling victim.* Watching her, the arousal rose within him to an almost uncontrollable level.* He wanted to begin immediately but knew he had to be disciplined.* He was not completely out of the clear yet.* He placed his hand on Sara’s thigh and stroked her leg gently.* “Soon, very soon.”, as he felt the curve of the back of her thigh leading up to her ass.* Sara, shuddered as she heard his voice.* He thought about binding her more painfully or doing something to let her know what she was in for.* But then he realized that she already knew she was in serious trouble and prolonging the mystery of just what it was would be even better.* *It was time to get to out of danger and in the safety of his completely secure sub-basement.* Leaving his shuddering victim on the floor, bound, gagged and helpless, he got in the driver’s seat and began the long drive to Sara’s new home.*

Sara lay on the floor, shivering, partly from fear and partly from the unheated van.* She tried to think of her options.* She felt the steel handcuffs and realized that there was no way she could break free of them.* Similarly, her legs were cuffed, restricting any ability to run and however she was chained to the floor seemed sturdy as well .* The hood covering her head was yet another hurdle.* She resigned herself to the fact that she would have to pray for an opening down the road.* *She tried to take deep breaths and calm her nerves but the reality of her situation and the fear of the unknown were weighing heavily on her.*

As her captor drove through the suburbs into the mountainous area outside of town, he began to daydream about what was to transpire.* Occasionally he would glance at the back and watch his struggling prize writhe helplessly in her.* He already knew what he would do first once they arrived.* The anticipation was building for each of them, for him, excitement and arousal, for Sara, total and complete dread.*

As he pulled his car into the compound deep in the mountains, his excitement grew.* All the planning and plotting had paid off.* He went around the back of the van and entered through the rear doors.* Sara had shifted to her side during the ride, whimpered as she sensed his presence.** She felt him secure something around her neck, just below the hood, which felt to her like some kind of wire or cable.* Then, she heard the release of the chain connecting her ankle cuffs to the floor.* “Get up” he said to her in a sharp voice, startling her.* She struggled to get to her feet, which wasn’t easy considering the length of time she had been lying on the floor, the hood, and her restraints.* She felt the cable around her neck tighten as she tried to walk.* What she could not see was that the cable was attached to a pole which he held, completely controlling her movement.

Turning her towards the door he guided her out of the van.* Sara felt her feet hit what felt like a dirt road.* She sensed that she was nowhere near her house.* A feeling of helplessness washed over her as she felt herself forcefully moved forward.* The cable around her neck was tight.* The walk was slow since her ankle restraints limited her movement.* After what seemed like an eternity, she felt him pull on the cable stopping her.* She heard a key unlock a door and then felt herself being pushed into wherever she was being taken.*

He immediately led her over to the entrance to the basement.* Letting go of the pole, he grabbed her arms again and slowly guided her down the long staircase.* The basement was unfinished and was designed to appear that way to avoid suspicion.* He had built his hideout below that.* He led Sara over to a paneled wall and removed a section of it revealing a hidden door.* The door led to yet another stair case.* He once again guided Sara down the stairs until they were at the entrance to her new home.* Pulling her head towards him by the hood, he whispered softly into her ear, “Welcome to hell”.*

Sara felt her heart race.* Where could she possibly be.* How many stairs did she just go down?* Who was this sicko and why was he doing this to her?* Sara couldn’t keep a single thought in her head, all she wanted was to be back in her bedroom before this all began.* If only she hadn’t left the club, she’d be fine.* If only her boyfriend had met her immediately, he could have saved her.* Instead she was about to be savaged by some lunatic.**

He led her into the chamber to the center of the room where an adjustable horizontal steel beam hung from the ceiling.* Cuffs dangled down from the pole.* *He positioned her directly under the cuffs and began to uncuff her wrists.* “The more you listen, the easier this will be” he said to her, though he had no intention of keeping that promise.* As Sara felt the ability to move her arms for the first time in hours she heard him again.* “Raise your arms as high as you can”.* Sara let out a muffled form of protest.* A hard punch to her gut, knocked her down, and she let out a series of garbled cries.* “Get up!” he roared.* She got back to her feet sobbing softly.* “Raise your arms” he said again quietly.* This time, Sara complied, knowing the repercussions would be swift.* Sara, felt cuffs again lock around her wrists.* Sara dangled from the beam now, helplessly.* He removed the chain connecting her ankle cuffs. “Now, spread your legs wide”.* Sara, again grunted as she complied, spreading her legs apart, understanding that her outfit, combined with her position was not going to do her any favors. *He quickly secured each ankle to an eyelet in the floor.* He then raised the steel beam, raising Sara’s arms till they were taut and till her feet barely touched the ground.*
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[justmetoo]

Very nice story. I look forward to the next installment. +rep

[mishmish]

Thanks for the comments and rep. Here's the next chapter.

As he watched Sara adjust to her new restraints, he went over to her and began to remove her hood. This was another one of the moments he always looked forward to. The look of his victim’s face as she took in her new surroundings, the various devices which awaited her and fully understood the gravity of the situation. Again, every victim had a different and interesting reaction.

Sara felt the hood loosening from her head. Slowly she felt it pulled off and she looked around to take in where she was. What she saw horrified her. The dimly lit dungeon she was in was dank and dark. There were no windows and the walls were bare. She saw contraptions which looked sinister and devices with manacles attached to them. She wondered what was about to happen to her. She looked above her to see how she had been trussed up and quickly realized that she was incapable of escaping. She had never felt completely helpless as she did right now.

Her eyes locked with her captor’s. He was approaching her now wheeling over a cart laden with cruel looking instruments. He stopped the cart beside her and took the same knife which he had held to her throat back at her house. Sara felt her chest heaving up and down as the pace of her breaths increased as she watched him. He took the knife and touched the flat part of the blade at her chest and slowly petted it against her tank top and down her bare stomach to the edge of her panties, playfully dipping the edge of the blade and pulling her underwear gently away from her skin without tearing it. Sara felt her body trembling with fear as she watched him operate the knife. Again, she tried to cry out or beg, but the gag held firmly against her stuffed mouth.

“I always like my guests to start out in this position” he said to her cooly as he placed the knife back on the cart. “It makes every part of you completely accessible to me. And rest assured, I’m going to examine every part of you very carefully. But first, you’re going to tell me what your plans were for tonight. I know you must be disappointed that they were interrupted. “

Sara couldn’t stop herself from shaking. She tried to calm herself but every time he spoke, a new wave of fear crashed into her more fiercely than the previous. What was she in store for? How long would he keep her here? She tried to take a deep breath but her nerves wouldn’t allow her to.

He again caressed her cheek as the tears streamed down her pretty face. “What were you and your boyfriend going to be doing tonight?” he asked her calmly as he stood behind her, almost whispering into her ear.

“Were you going to kiss him” he asked her slowly. Sara, hung helplessly, not saying anything. He pulled her head back sharply by her hair. “I asked you a question”, he said in that calm soothing voice that was anything but soothing right about now. Sara, not knowing what to do, nodded her head slowly. “See, that wasn’t so hard, Were you going to let him put his hands all over your body”? Sara, closed her eyes and again nodded her head, as she felt his hands begin to gently rub her thighs. She felt his hands move over her thong and on to the exposed portion of her stomach. Sara’s skin crawled as his hands moved over her body and her tears continued flowing down her face.

He was amazed at the firmness of Sara’s body. Clearly she had taken good care of herself. Her skin was soft and firm in all the right spots. As he guided his hands over her legs and stomach, he enjoyed listening to the muffled sounds of his victim as she felt herself being violated. Aroused, he continued around to her ass, an ass which he had admired the first time he had seen it. He grabbed the firm round flesh and rubbed it, the sensation of arousal overcoming him.

Sara quickly realized where this was heading. She hoped beyond hope that somehow he would just rape her and then let perhaps her go. She would take that situation in a heartbeat. What could he possibly to do her once he violated her. Looking at the various devices which were laid out in the room, Sara knew that such hope was probably wishful thinking.

“Were you going to let him strip you”? Sara, didn’t want to answer yes. She just looked at him, trying to connect with him with her pleading eyes, hoping that her terrified look would somehow snap him back to a moral sense of normalcy. She quickly learned that any hope of mercy was foolish.

“That’s ok, we’re here to learn as well, not just have fun” he said. “You’re going to learn that ignoring me will not be tolerated here”. He took the knife from the cart and knelt down to her tippy toed feet. “It’s amazing how people don’t realize how sensitive the soles of their feet are. He rubbed the bottom of her foot gently, listening to her garbled pleadings. He took the knife and slowly, slashed across the sole of her petite foot, eliciting a loud muffled scream of pain. The sound of her chains rattling as she instinctively tried to move aroused him greatly. The blood from the incision dripped onto the floor. He had made a cut not too deep, just enough so she would feel it every time she walked for the next few days. Waiting for the rattling and her grunts to subside, he took her other foot, and moved his hand up the bottom of leg and back down to the sole, and again rubbed it gently, listening as she squealed incoherently. He touched the blade to her skin, watching as she tried to jerk her foot away only to have the cuffs which bound her reject that idea. He again took the blade slashed the knife against her foot and enjoyed listening to the struggles of an increasingly desperate victim learning about pain for the first time. After allowing her a moment to calm down and absorb the pain he grabbed her by the hair, holding up the knife stained with her blood and said, “Now, I still have a few more questions”.

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He looked at her pained face, watching her wriggle around as the pain in her feet seared through her body. *She felt the blood dripping down her foot*and her heart pounding as if it was about to drive through her chest. *On the surface, he was calm with a sadistic smile on his face, but on the inside, he was completely aroused. *He needed to stay in control to continue this brutal exercise. *There would be plenty of time for him to unleash himself on her. *For now, he had to be patient and slowly continue the mental breaking of his captive.*

"I'm going to ask you again. *Was he going to strip you?" *Sara, looked at him, teary eyed, pleadingly. *Realizing that no mercy was going to be shown, she reluctantly nodded her head. *She knew no other answer was acceptable nor would any other answer be rewarded. *He came over to her with the knife he had just used to slice her delicate feet and looked at her as she continued to tremble uncontrollably. *Putting the knife down, he placed his hands on her flat exposed stomach, as she closed her eyes in horror. *He carefully worked his way up to the skimpy tank top and began to push it above her breasts. *As he did her breasts began to spill out, her ample cleavage finally revealed as she moaned. *They were perfection in his eyes, large and round. *He imagined the possibilities of what could be done to them over the next several days. *Taking the knife, he cut the tank top off her. *

He then allowed himself to enjoy her newfound nakedness as he gently caressed and massaged her chest as tears of humiliation washed over Sara's face. * He moved down her body towards her thighs and ass, and slowly and painstakingly felt her all over. *Sara, unintentionally squirmed as much as she could at his touch, as each of his hands felt her exposed flesh methodically. *He wasn't rough, rather, he was gentle, as if to draw out his pleasure at her expense. *

Finally, he went down towards her panties and pulled down the back of them, fully exposing her bare ass to him. *He admired its fine form and took a long look at his practically naked hostage. *He grabbed her ass firmly, squeezing her flesh as she let out a little moan, fully drinking how attractive she was. *Taking the knife, he then cut away her thong, leaving her completely naked. *Sara, remained mostly silent throughout this, occasionally letting out a quiet moan through her gag, and praying for any kind of respite from her situation. *

Seeing Sara completely naked really turned him on. *The skimpy tank top and panties had turned him on, but fully exposed, she was in great shape, with large breasts, and fit. *She clearly worked out and it had paid off. *He was getting ready for the next step. *He went behind Sara again, this time grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head back towards him. *He heard Sara hyperventilating as he pulled her face close to his. *"I have one more question for you, Sara", as his free hand moved towards her exposed pussy. *Slowly stroking her, he asked softly, "Was he going to fuck you*tonight?" * As she heard the words, confirming what she already knew was coming, Sara sobbed loudly. *She felt his fingers violating her and knew more was coming. *"Do we need to punish you more?" she heard him say. *Sara shook her head violently no. *"Then answer my question, was he going to*fuck you tonight"? *Sara, tears streaming down her face, nodded, knowing that the answer sealed her fate. *"Very good. *See, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Sara tried to brace herself for what was about to come. *Stop crying, she told herself. *Don't give him the satisfaction, she thought, as she tried to strengthen her resolve. *She felt the pressure throughout her body as her arms and legs were restrained savagely leaving her little movement to adjust the pressure on her aching limbs.

He quickly stripped off his clothes and went back over where Sara was mercilessly tied. *He was already fully erect from the evening's activities. *He approached Sara from the back, moving his hands onto her hips as she recoiled as she felt him touch her. *She could feel his erect cock, getting ready to rip through her. *He gently rubbed her breasts moving his hands up her slender body. *He enjoyed listening to the noises that came through the gag, grunts and moans, along with whimpering as he drew this moment out.*
Sara, felt his*hands all over her body as he groped and grabbed her. *He wasn't rough, rather just the opposite as he toyed with her emotionally. *She prayed for it to be over quickly. *She hoped it would be gentle and not hurt too much. *
Finally unable to wait any longer, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he placed his erect cock right by her exposed pussy. *He slowly rubbed it back and forth against her spread crotch, listening to her grunts and groans and her labored breathing as she prepared to receive him inside of her. *After a minute or so of this, without warning, he thrust himself deeply inside of her, eliciting a loud scream from Sara's gagged mouth, as both the force and surprise of him plowing inside of her frightened her. *He held his position there, listening to Sara's moans. *After a few seconds he pulled back and again forcefully thrust forward, Sara's reactions stiffening his already firm erection. *He repeated this several times, drawing out the rape and enjoying Sara's struggles against him and her binds. *After several minutes, he began to rhythmically and roughly fuck her, maintaing a firm grip on the back of her head as he violated her. *
Sara's cries and moans grew louder as the intensity of the rape increased. *She felt as if she was going to be ripped apart, and any effort to compose herself failed miserably as the pain and emotional impact simultaneously washed over her. *Tears, which had subsided, poured out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she felt each punishing thrust. *She couldn't focus on anything else but the savage way he was mercilessly fucking her. *Cries filtered throughout the dungeon as he built himself up to climax. *A few later, his thrusts increasing in both amount and force, he felt himself explode inside of her, as she let out a loud final cry as he finished pumping her. *He let himself relax for a minute as the climax washed over him into a blissful high. *
Coming around front to survey his victim, he saw a mess of tears and makeup as Sara's face, had achieved a different type of stunning beauty. *Her makeup had smeared, and her body was sweaty from the ordeal. He felt himself almost ready for another round but wanted to wait. *There was much to do and many plans to carry out. *As he slowly stroked Sara's s tear stained face, he whispered to her, "That was excellent, we're going to have to do that again very soon. *Until then, I have some other things to keep us busy." *Sara hung limply, her head facing down, too emotionally and mentally exhausted to fully digest what that meant.
As he surveyed Sara, he took a cigarette from his cart and lit it, inhaling deeply, enjoying the post-coital bliss.* He was a bit tired from the day's events and it was almost time to get some rest.* It was approaching dawn and he wanted to be able to have a productive day tomorrow.* Lots awaited the two of them and he felt eager with anticipation.* He approached Sara and pulled her head up by her hair again to take a close look at her.* She looked spent, having endured an evening of mental and physical torture.* Yet, he knew that this was only the beginning.* She would be forced to handle far more sadistic acts as the days drew on.* For now, he wanted to leave her with one final moment before he slept.*
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As she watched him, the fear in her eyes evident to him as he held her by the hair, he took the lit cigarette from his mouth.* Pulling her head to the side, he slowly kissed her neck, as she breathed heavily.* Then, moving his lips away, he took the cigarette and plunged it into the side of her neck.* As he listened to the gagged wails emanate from Sara's mouth, he continued to have a firm grip on her head as he took another long puff.* Sara, shaking now, watched as the tip grew orange with his puff and began stammering sounds of protest as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and again placed it firmly on her exposed neck right next to the original mark.* He could make out her trying to say "please" through the gag, but any other words were lost between the thick rag stuffed behind her teeth and the tight duct tape sealing her lips together.** Sara took in gasps of air as she tried to calm herself down.* He took one more puff, leaning in to her as she watched his hand to see what he was going to do next.* Letting go of her hair, he showed her the cigarette, not saying a word.* Sara, watched him with a laserlike focus as he placed his hand on her flat stomach, moving it gently up and down.* Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to her, he knelt down on the ground, looking up at her.* He smiled evilly, taking another long drag, as he rubbed the sole of her bloodied foot.* Sara, seeing what was about to transpire, thrashed about wildly as he rubbed her foot, the chains clanking loudly.
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He slowly placed the burning cigarette in the middle of the cut of her foot.* Sara's reaction, was for him, extremely pleasurable.* She bucked like a wild animal that had been shot, letting out screams of wild agony as the pain shot through her already wounded foot.* He took it all in, enjoying her reaction to*the excruciating exercise and feeling himself get aroused again.**As*he took another drag, he watched as Sara's screams turned to*heaving sobs, as if*the full realization of what was going to happen to her had sunk in.**He again allowed her to somewhat calm down as he prepared to repeat this on her other foot.* Again, he rubbed her other foot slowly, building up Sara's tension as she awaited further torture.* The waiting part was almost as enjoyable for him, as hewatched Sara's head dart around looking for any sign of the impending pain and her body tremble from fear, knowing that the evening was not yet finished.* Finally,*he*took the cigarette and placed it against the wound on her other foot, unleashing yet another round of*suffering.* This time, he held the cigarette against her lacerated skin longer, evoking more*cries as Sara practically screamed herself into unconsciousness.* Sweat*glistened off her body, as even though the room was cold,*her fear and the damage inflicted upon her, made her body warm.* Finally, satisfied with the first evening, he put out his cigarette and took a hypodermic needle from his cart.* As Sara watched, wondering what the needle contained he finally spoke again.* "This is a little sedative to help you sleep.* Tomorrow will be a busy day and we need to both get some rest".* He injected the needle into her thigh, watching it slowly take hold of Sara, as even in the discomfort of her position, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.* When she woke up, the pain in her arms would be excruciating, an extra benefit of leaving her like this.* As Sara slept, he checked to make sure she was secure and satisfied of this, closed out the lights, and locked her into her new home, heading to the bedroom for some well deserved sleep.* Tomorrow would indeed be a very busy day.*

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Here's the next chapter. Feedback welcome. BTW, this is a clearly fictional story for entertainment purposes only. Meant to say that up top.

Eight hours later, he awoke, refreshed and ready to continue his punishment of Sara.* As he stretched he turned on the camera filming in his basement.* Sara, hung limply, still sleeping with the aid of the sedative he had given her.* She would wake up on her own in an hour or so, but he planned on surprising her prior to that.* He ate and dressed quickly, excited about the upcoming day.*

As he went downstairs to the hidden dungeon, he could feel his erection building at the anticipation of seeing Sara again.* He unlocked the door quietly and softly walked over to his still sleeping prey.* He went over to his supplies and grabbed a blindfold, making sure he made a minimal amount of noise.* Walking behind her, he gently wrapped the blindfold over her eyes, careful not to wake her.* After he secured it over her eyes, he took some smelling salts and put them under her nose.*

Sara began to stir.* He watched her as she slowly regained her senses.* As she awoke, he watched her instinctively try and move from the prone position she had been shackled in.* As the chains rattled and she tried to speak, he could almost see her eyes as she remembered what had happened to her.** He watched as she moved her head around trying to see, perhaps not realizing that she had been blindfolded.** She let out what sounded like a garbled scream as the gag held firm against her lips.*

Sara desperately tried to look around, but soon realized that something was covering her eyes.* She had awoken not remembering what had happened, but once she did, the panic she had felt so acutely the night before quickly returned.* She didn’t know whether she was alone or if he was there.* She prayed that perhaps he had left, having violated and tortured her.* Perhaps he was scared about keeping her there for too long or that he would be caught.* It made some sense that he would leave, he would have a head start on escaping far away.* She tried to pull her arms free but the chains held firmly and her spread legs gave her no help in gaining any kind of real leverage.*

After watching for a couple of minutes, he quietly approached her.* She continued to struggle futilely, having no idea that she was being watched and that her movement were arousing her captor greatly.* He picked up a tazer from his cart, as he watched her.* He brought it up to her belly, and without saying a word, fired a charge into her inviting stomach.*

Sara’s head snapped back from the sudden jolt and shook as the charge ran through her body.* The pain subsided after a minute or so, as she now hung silently, quietly whimpering.* “Good morning.* Hope you slept well last night and were comfortable.* Today is going to be a long day but I think you'll enjoy it", knowing full well that he'd be the only one enjoying himself.**

Any fleeting hope that Sara had that her ordeal had ended had quickly evaporated.* What pain did he have planned for her today?* How would she handle it?** What was going to happen to her now?* She prayed that he would unchain her arms, which ached from the stress of being stretched above her for so many hours.* As if he could read her mind, he freed her arms from above her, lowering them and easing the throbbing pain in her shoulders.* Her freedom was only fleeting however, as he quickly bound her wrists with rope and then, once she was tied securely, bound her elbows cinching her arms together tightly behind her and eliminating any chance she had to try and fight off her captor.*

She was his now, and the only she could try and do was absorb the impending punishment.*

He then undid each of ankles removing the cuffs and allowing her the dignity of closing her legs for the first time in hours.* As she moved her legs together, the sharp pain from what had been done to her feet forced her to let out a garbled cry as her wounds were still fresh and painful.

Next, he removed the tape over her mouth and pulled the saliva soaked rag from out of her mouth.* Instantly, as it was removed, Sara let out a bloodcurling scream for help.* Not reacting, he let his helpless victim scream for several seconds as he watched her with a sort of amusement.* Finally, he took the knife and placed it against her throat gently, as she silenced herself, heaving loud sobs.* “Please, I’m sorry, I’m so scared.* I just want to go home.* Please, no more.”* He stroked her face gently again, as she sobbed uncontrollably.* “I completely understand Sara.* I’m not mad at all, that’s why you’re here.* To learn.* There will plenty of time for screaming.* Now, I want you to open your mouth again and keep it open until I say so.”* “Why?” she asked between sobs.* Without answering, he smacked her hard across the face.* Sara, fell to the ground, again sobbing.* “Get up!” he roared at her.** He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up to her feet again.* Returning to his calm voice, he repeated his orders.* This time, Sara, whose cheek was red and slightly swollen, complied.* He inserted a large ring gag into her mouth, filling her mouth and stretching her jaw, as he secured it tightly around her head.* The gag, firmly locked into place would soon cause her to start drooling uncontrollably.* She grunted as her mouth adjusted to its shape.* The gag came with a tight plug which he then inserted into the gag, sealing her mouth again, while at the same time stretching it open.* Without any further hesitation, he brought her over to a sinister looking chair, each step for Sara felt as if she was walking across glass.*

The chair had a small seat with two vertical wooden posts serving as its back.* Each post had a steel ring at the very top.* He sat Sara down on the small seat. Once she was sitting, he pulled her right leg straight up and affixed it to the chair’s back, securing it with the steel ring.* Without hesitation, he did the same with her left leg and soon she was completely secured, with her body once again completely exposed to him, this time in a new and equally uncomfortable position.* There was a small gap between the two wooden posts below which had an eyelet on the floor.* As he watched Sara try and adjust her position in her new bonds, he threaded a length of rope through the eyelet and tied it to Sara’s already bound wrists rendering her completely immobile.* Finally, he took the blindfold off of his freshly bound prize and admired his handiwork.* Sara, looking at him with pleading eyes watched, as he came over to her.* “Today’s lesson is all about pain”.*

Sara's eyes darted around as she took in her new position.* She watched him as he wheeled over his cart of evil towards her.* He then went over and brought over a portable kiln which he put right in front of her where she could see it perfectly.* He took three branding irons, making sure Sara saw them and placed them in the kiln to heat up.* "Those are going to take a while to warm up.* What shall we do to pass the time until they're ready?"* He took a riding crop from his cart, Sara's eyes following his every move as she sat helplessly contorted in her sadistic ties.* He brushed the crop gently against her thighs, as Sara protested through her freshly gagged mouth.* He loved how each new gag created a different set of muffled cries.* He loved toying with her, watching her reaction as he prepared to inflict new damage with the crop.*

Raising his hand, he brought down the crop on her right thigh, the force and pain of which startled Sara.* Her legs tried to thrust forward to block the harsh blows, but the steel ring had no give as she remained just as she was.* He raised his arm again, watching Sara brace as the crop flew through the hair driving down just above where it first struck her.** He continued on with this assault for several minutes, moving up and down each of thighs, watching the red welts cover her.* Sara, tried to do anything to avoid the full force of each blow, but each strike hit directly where it was intended.* Having watched her absorb this initial wave of punishment, he decided to up the ante a little.* He stood over her bound body, examining her, as she waited for his next move.* He guided the crop over her reddened thighs and her exposed ass.* He guided it over her breasts, watching her as she watched the crop.* He then looked over at her exposed soles and gently moved the crop to them.** He watched Sara struggle again as her eyes widened, praying that he would not inflict more pain on her already wounded soles.** “I have something much more special for your feet”, he said to her, making her heart pound as he spoke to her in his matter-of-fact way.* Bring the crop down he touched it against her stomach, brushing it down, finally stopping on her exposed pussy lips.* *Sara, anticipating the pain, screamed into her gag, hoping against hope he was not going to strike her most sensitive flesh, again tried to pull her legs down from their spread position.* Similarly, her bound arms, were winched to the floor leaving her only option to wait as he toyed with her emotions.* Rubbing her back and forth with the crop, he watched her face convey a myriad of emotions, anger, fear, pain, and sorrow.* She had been one of his most theatrical victims, in that she wore her emotions on her face easily, letting him drink all of it in with each delicious torturous act.*

Finally, having teased her long enough, he brought down the crop between her legs, watching her body react jerkily as it fought her cruel restraints.* Tears streamed down her face again, a fresh torrent of tears running down her cheeks.* Raising the crop above his head, he again swiftly brought it down upon her helpless labia, listening to her cries.* Again, he waited a couple of minutes before repeating the exercise again. *Each blow brought a new wave of helpless cries and wails as the pain brought on by repeated blows increased.* After several vicious strikes, he put the crop down, leaving Sara in a wall of pain, leaving her in a state of agony, and knowing that the worst probably had not come yet.*

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*He stroked Sara’s hair lovingly, knowing that far more awaited them.* Sara’s teary eyes looked up at him, wondering what was in store for her next.* She knew that those branding irons awaited her body at some point and she feared that they were next.* She didn’t know how she would be able to tolerate the anticipated excruciating pain they would cause.* She again tried to figure out some kind of way out of her predicament, but every time she thought about it, nothing came to mind.* All she could think about was the impending torture that awaited her and what unknown cruelties lay ahead.* This made her shudder.* Should she even have any hope of being rescued or was that completely out of the question.* Had her missing even been reported to the police yet?* Even though she felt as if she had been here for months, the reality was that she would only be missing for about 12 hours.* No one would be searching for her yet.* It would be at least a day before any real effort was made to locate her.* By then, would there be any point.* How would they have any idea where she was anyway?*

As Sara fantasized about her rescue, he began to fantasize on the next sadistic act to Sara’s body.* The kiln had been heating now for quite some time.* The branding irons were likely fiery hot by now and he was ready to move on from the riding crop.* Sara watched him remove the first iron from the kiln as she felt her eyes well up with tears.* She could see the tip glowing bright orange and knew she was powerless to stop its placement on her helpless body.*

Sara whimpered as he showed her the tip up close.* “So many delicate areas, where should we start?” he asked her as she followed each move of the iron.* He stroked her beaten thighs, moving his hand downward towards her exposed sex.* “Let’s wait before we punish that area any more, shall we?”* Examining her carefully, he rubbed her nipples as he moved up her body.* Returning to her legs, he smiled sinisterly and looked at her exposed soles.* “Hmmm, that would be interesting wouldn’t it?”* Sara, realizing that her feet were about to be punished even more, closed her eyes tightly as he brought the tip down on her sole.*

The pain shot through Sara’s foot like a bullet and nothing could distract her from the surge of intense pain as he held the searing iron against her wounded skin.* Snot formed at the base of her nose as her body tensed up.* Sara’s screams carried through the dungeon, the noises coming from her mouth delighting him to no end.* After what seemed like an eternity, he removed the iron from her burnt flesh and returned it to the kiln.*

Sara’s body heaved from the act.* The pain was unlike anything she ever felt, and at the same time, she had to steel herself for the next act which she knew was coming.* She watched him remove a second glowing iron and hold it over her.* Moving to her other foot, Sara already knew what was coming.* He placed the glowing tip against the sole and watched as the pain unleashed a new series of jerking movements and muffled screams.* *As he finished scalding her other foot, his mind wandered towards what he was going to do next.* A small smile crept across his face.*

Sara sat in agonizing pain.* Her body was contorted in a position that put stress on her back and legs.* Her feet felt as if someone had just stabbed them with one thousand knives.** A feeling of dread crept over her as she sensed that what was coming would be even worse.* Her feelings would turn out to be justified.*

She watched as he brought over a long metal chain from his cart of evil.* On either end of the chain were two clasps allowing the chain to be attached to objects.* He intended for this chain to be attached to Sara.*

As he came over to her she saw the long metal chain in his hand, along with a tongs, unsure of what he intended to do with it.* Trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her feet, she watched as he first removed the plug from her gag and then removed the rest of it.* In its place, he put a much wider metal*gag in place, leaving her mouth open and fully exposed, which he would need for his next project.* He undid the clasp of the chain*on one end, and picked up the tongs.* Using the tongs, he reached in to Sara’s open mouth and pulled out her tongue.* Sara, tried to speak but the gag and the tongs made anything she tried to say gibberish.* Sounds of protest and anguish continued as he took the sharp end of the clasp and plunged through her tongue.* A loud shriek immediately followed by blood pouring out the wound occurred as the sharp metal penetrated the soft tongue muscle.* He closed the clasp quickly, leaving the chain now dangling from her mouth.* Sara's face turned white as she watched the chain dangle from her bleeding tongue.* Mercilessly, he took the other end of the chain and brought it down to her belly.* He tugged on it gently*demonstrating to Sara that he*had*even more*control of her now.***"I'm surprised a girl like you doesn't have a belly button ring" he said to her.* "Well, today's your lucky day."* He opened the clasp on the other end and expertly threaded it through her belly button.* Sara, moaned with pain as he had now connected her outstretched tongue to her belly button.* If she jerked her head back very far, she could do some severe damage to both her mouth and stomach.* Sara tried to talk but her outstretched tongue allowed her no freedom.* Any sound she made inadvertently made her tongue move around, indavertently tugging on her belly button.*
"Now, Sara, this is going to test how disciplined you are."* I'm going to get the final branding iron out.* I'm going to place it on your tongue.* The pain is going to be well more than anything you've experienced thus far.* If you pull your head too sharply, you will rip the chain out of your stomach, causing excessive bleeding and even more pain.* He paused for a second, listening to the sobs of the luscious blonde who just 24 hours ago was carefree unaware of how her life was to be irreparably altered.* "However", he continued, "if you can resist that urge, perhaps we'll shut the kiln off".* Sara, faced with two awful choices, shook with fear, praying that she could endure the awful pain about to come her way.* She watched him slowly take the burning iron out of the kiln and approach her with it.* Tears flooded down her face.* He took his time with the instrument knowing the anticipation would be as wonderful as the actual act.* Sara tightly closed her eyes, wishing it would be over.* "Ah ah ah, open your eyes and watch".* Sara, hesitantly opened her eyes and watched as he brought the iron closer and closer to her mouth.* She could feel the heat upon her as he hovered it just above her waiting tongue, watching her hyperventilate as the height of the moment grew near.* Lower and lower till finally he placed the searing iron onto her wet, helpless tongue.*

Sara immediately felt the raging burn rip through her mouth.* Uncontrollably, her instict was to jerk her head sharply away.* However, not wanting to cause too much severe damage, he had wisely clutched his hand firmly against the back of her neck, clutching it tightly like a vise grip, holding her in place while the iron did its wicked damage.* A piercing scream left her mouth as the iron mercilessly burned and ravaged her previously pink tongue.* He held her in place for several seconds, smelling the burning flesh of her mouth.* Finally, just as she could endure no more, he removed the sizzling iron from her tongue, leaving her body a hot mess.* He admired the work, as her tongue was a deep crimson.* Soon it would blister up and slowly start to heal, but until every movement she made with her mouth would be painful.* He let Sara cry for several minutes, enjoying her audible sobbing, knowing that this was only the beginning.

As he watched his blubbering victim squirm in pain, he readied himself for the next act.* He lowered her legs from the chair, relieving the pressure that had built up from being seated in that position for so long.* Sara continued to moan in agony as she looked at the sinister chain which now connected her face to her stomach.* He untied her wrists from the hook on the floor and pulled Sara up to her feet.* Knowing he was in total control, Sara complied willingly, fearing what would happen if she resisted in the least bit. He grabbed the tongue chain gently. locking eyes with her, silently letting her know that if she dared try anything foolish, one hard tug would cause immense damage.* He led her over to a grated steel bed frame.* Sara noticed the manacles attached to the four corners of the bed frame and felt the tears welling up as she tried to imagine what could possibly be next.*
As they approached the frame, he went behind her and began to untie her wrists.* "I think you can see what we're going to do with your arms next, can't you?"* Sara's teary eyes just stared back at him, her mouth frozen in silence from fear and the substantial pain she had already endured.* Having unbound her wrists, he looked at her and said, "Why don't you lie down?"* Sara, not knowing what else she could do, lied down carefully on her back, making sure not to yank the chain attached to her mouth.* "Good girl, now spread your legs and arms to each corner of the frame"* Sara, feeling her body shaking, slowly did as she was told, until her body lay spread eagled on the frame.* "Now, don't move while I chain you up".* Sara felt the cold steel of the manacles shackle her wrists first, then her ankles, helpless for his next round of pain.

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THAT WAS SO INTENCE ! I hope there is more to cum

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Sara lay on her back helplessly chained to the iron bed frame watching her captor prepare for the next session.* Sara looked around, careful not to move her head too swiftly so as not to disturb the unforgiving chain attached to her tongue.* Feeling the shackles against her wrists and ankles she was well aware that she would not be leaving this bed frame until he was ready for her to.*
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She couldn’t imagine what he was about to do to her next, though she could imagine that there was going to be intense pain involved.* Her eyes were full of fear and her body ached with the pains of what had been done to her earlier.* Little did she know that he was just warming up.*

He wheeled his cart over to his splayed victim, admiring her sexy figure and enjoying how she looked.* All the pain he had inflicted upon her had not affected her incredible figure and the tortures he had inflicted had not scarred any of her torso or legs.* At least not yet.

On his cart he had wheeled over a portable electric generator.* Attached to the generator were several clamps and other attachments which he had designed himself specifically for this moment.* He was ready to begin the next session. *

Sara’s head rose slightly as he wheeled the cart over to her to see what was in store for her.* She quickly surmised what was in store for her as he started maneuvering the sinister attachments , preparing them for their purpose.* Sara, unable to speak, let out a series of unintelligible shrieks as she tried to prepare herself for what lay ahead.* She instinctively tugged on her chains, causing the rattle of them to echo through the chamber.* Music to her captor’s ears.*

He pulled up a chair besides lovely Sara and watched her as she mentally came to grips with her situation.* *Again, he admired her lovely figure.* Placing his hand on her stomach and moving it up towards her softs breasts he gently fondled her as she squirmed, looking away from him, not wanting to watch him touch her.* “You don’t like that, huh?* It doesn’t make you feel good?* That’s ok, then,* I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.* We’ll do something a little more stimulating then.”* He took the first two attachments to the generator, each a metal clamp with sharp metal teeth at the end and sat back down in his chair.* “Hmmm, where should we put these?” *he wondered to himself out loud.* He moved them over her breasts as Sara’s face scrunched in a look of complete and total fear.* He lowered the first clamp over her nipple until the nipple lay between the sinister teeth of the clamp.* Finally, he closed it, grabbing the sensitive tissue of her flesh and clenching it tightly.* Sara let out a loud shriek at the shock of the initial pain.*

He then moved the second clamp over her other breast, watching Sara’s eyes follow it as it eventually locked onto the second breast, again eliciting a cry of pain from Sara’s already punished mouth.** Sara closed her eyes anticipating the immense pain that she would soon be feeling.* Yet she was unprepared for what he was about to show her next.*

First, though, he looked at the chain holding her tongue out and connected to her belly button. *He took it by the hand gently tugging it in the middle watching* Sara’s head quickly move to keep from putting any more pressure on her already wounded tongue.* “Would you like me to remove this?”* he asked her softly.* Sara, not knowing what he was up to, but eager to get the chain removed, garbled a response that was affirmative, though the chain *and the large dental gag holding her jaw open, made it incomprehensible.* *Gently, taking care not to hurt her, he removed the chain from her mouth.* Sara felt immediate relief as she was able to move her tongue back into her open mouth.*** He then, with equal care, removed the chain from her belly button, placing it back on the cart, for possible future use.*

He then took from his cart a bulbous object which Sara couldn’t figure out what it was.* As he sat in his chair, he then explained nice and slowly what he was about to do.* “These are called pears.* They look innocent enough don’t they?” he asked her.* “But look at the fun things they do”* With that, he slowly turned the key on the side of one of the pears and watched as it spread its sharp wing s outward.* Sara moaned as she watched this, realizing that while she was free of the chain, this would be no more pleasant.** He brought the pear between Sara’s obscenely spread legs and began to guide it inside of her, gently massaging her until the pear moved deep into her.* Sara moaned in agony as she felt the violation and tears rolled down her face as the pain of the penetration.* “Now, how much I open this up is up to you.* For now, let’s test it slowly.* We’ll have plenty of time to see how wide we can open this.”* Sara’s pleading grew louder as she felt him turn the key, feeling the wings open up slowly inside of her, the metal edges scraping her insides.* He only turned the key a short amount, not wanting the pain to be excruciating….yet.* **He watched as Sara’ legs tensed up as the pear opened up , enjoying as her toes* and hands clenched in agony as her body was subjected to more pain.*

Sara lay there waiting, watching her horrible captor, wondering what she had ever done to deserve this.* She had never seen this man before, yet here she was, helpless, having been guilty of being attractive and living alone.* Sara’s body shook as she just wanted to get this next round over with.* Why was he making her wait so long?* Couldn’t he just be done with it already.*

He reached back into his cart and took yet another pear from the cart.* Sara cried out, knowing that there was nothing she could do.* This time, he lowered his head right to her face, smiling, “Look how lucky we are, I have another one for you”.* He placed the pear into her gaping mouth, and began to turn the key, quickly watching the pear fill the space with its wide teeth.* Sara’s cries became muffled quickly as the pear spread out, shutting out her ability to scream.*

Sara struggled to breathe as the pear consumed her mouth.* She felt herself hyperventilating as she struggled to adjust to the new dose of pain which she had been given.* As the pear widened deep into her mouth, scraping her gums and the insides of her mouth, restricting any ability to speak and just as she couldn’t take one more inch, she saw him stop turning the key, leaving her silenced and in agony.*

Yet he hadn’t finished preparing his lovely victim just yet.* He took two more alligator clamps and attached one first to the pear inside her crotch, and then to the one that was invading her beautiful spread mouth.* Sara’s face was red from crying and from struggling to breathe.* He stroked her lovely cheeks, able to feel the pear’s blades through her soft skin.* He took one final clamp from his cart and placed it on the soft flesh of her belly button, hearing the gagged grunt once again, as the teeth of the clamp bit into her skin.* “Now, I think we’re ready to begin”.

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Next chapter posted. Here you go.

He watched Sara's fear stricken face as he prepared to send large doses of electric current throughout her body. Sara's chest was rising up and down rapidly as the struggle to breathe coupled with the thoughts racing through her mind combined to increase her heart rate. "Where should we start" he asked his helpless victim as she whimpered pitifully from her consumed mouth. He placed his hand on one of generators many knobs, watching Sara watch him as the inevitable slowly approached.

As he turned the first knob on, he watched Sara's body arch in agony as the pain shot through her pussy and felt as if it was ripping through her entire body. Loud noises emanated from her mouth as the pain receptors in her brain moved into overdrive. She felt as if she was being lit on fire. The pear engorged in her mouth served another evil purpose, its sharp edges scraped and cut into her as she tried to scream with pain. Finally, after several seconds, he turned the machine off, observing Sara's reactions, which to him were erotic and sensual.

Without giving her any time to relax, he moved to another knob and turned it on, this time sending the jolts through her ample breasts. Sara's loud whimpers and moans resumed as tears streamed down her stricken face. He could see the red marks surrounding her nipples as her flesh became more and more charred. This, combined with the noises coming from Sara's mouth made him as hard as he had been all day.

This torture continued on for the next 30 minutes or so. Her captor alternately turning on the currents of her breasts, belly and pussy. Never leaving them on too long, just enough to keep her writhing in agony. Deliberately avoiding the clamp attached to Sara's delicate mouth. Sara's body was caked in sweat. Her eyes were wide with fear and her face was covered in tears and perspiration. He was getting more and more aroused and would need to release all this pent up energy soon. As he sat next to Sara he looked at her sexy body. "All this fun is getting me really turned on, Sara. Do you feel it too?" Sara, a sad look on her face, just looked away in humiliation as she realized the next rape was approaching. Who knew what that meant in terms of other torture as well.

"No answer?" he asked her as she prayed for the umpteenth time for this to be over? "That mouth isn't working? Well, we can fix that?" He moved to the unused knob on the generator, as Sara tried to scream. Instantly, as he turned it on, Sara's mouth let out a noise he had never heard before, as the current ripped through her mouth, tearing into her already tortured tongue and sending her into a delirium of pain that she had never before felt. Her face scrunched up tightly as he watched her body flop in agony. After what seemed like an eternity but what was only 15 seconds or so, he turned off the current, as Sara's cried slowly reduced in volume. Her mouth felt like someone had poured gasoline inside it and lit a match, the pain was that intense.

He leaned over her and asked her, "Now, are you turned on too, or do we need some more encouragement?" Sara, nodded her head, as the tears streamed down her face. A small smile crept over his face as he envisioned what the rape was going to fee like. "Good, I'm glad you feel the same way". For good measure, he again turned on the knob connected to Sara's helpless mouth and watched her writhe in agony for another ten seconds while his imagination drifted towards more torture, the sounds of Sara's muffled screams dancing in his head.

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Conclusion.

As he removed the clamps and the two pears from Sara's body, he felt himself getting more and more aroused. *He had built himself up all day for this and was happy he had resisted the urge to rape Sara earlier. *Sara still remained chained to the iron frame. *Her mouth had small amounts of blood trickling out from where the pear had torn into her. *Her pussy had been relatively unharmed by the pear, he had used it more to insure that she could not push it out than to wound her, to which it had accomplished its goal. *
As he removed the pear from Sara's bloodied mouth, he took a sponge like object and inserted it inside. *He then taped over Sara's mouth again tightly, taping her mouth with multiple tight layers of silver duct tape. *He slid his hands over Sara's naked flesh, observing the red burn marks where the previous session had done its damage. *He undid the shackles, first on her wrists and then on her ankles. *He knew after what he had just done, that she wasn't going to do something stupid. *He pulled her to her feet and pulled her arms behind her back forcing her over to the concrete wall. *He forced her against the wall face first. *"Keep your hands behind your back" *He began to tie her arms tightly, first the wrists, then just below the elbows and then finally, just below the shoulders, similar to how he had done when he had captured her. *Then came the first of his more sinister moves. *As he felt her breathing heavily, her nerves completely in disarray, he tied a a rope around her neck fairly tightly, and then connected it to her tightly bound wrists, leaving virtually no slack. *She moaned through her gag as she felt her new restraints, leaving her head almost completely immobile without strangling herself. *
His hands then rubbed her hips and down her thighs and over her tight, round ass. *"I can't wait to get inside you" he whispered to her as she could feel his erection. *He then led her over to a different part of the room where she noticed for the first time a noose dangling down from a beam above her. *She struggled to break free as he led her over, but it was useless, her binds and his strength easily overpowered her. *Soon she found herself standing right next to the evil noose. *"Let's see how this looks on shall we" he said to her as he placed it around her already restricted neck. *He tightened it to the point that she was standing on her tiptoes to be able to breathe. *Tears streamed down her face as she wondered if this was the end. *She tried to cry out but the sponge prevented any meaningful words from coming out. *
"Now, I want you to spread your legs for me and keep them nice and wide" she heard him say cooly as he came around towards the front of her. *Sara carefully moved apart her legs,*taking care not to place any undue burden on her already restricted throat.* *He went right in front of her, putting his hand between her spread legs and gently massaging her pussy.* She grunted as he rubbed her, her sex sore from the abuse that had been delivered previously.* "Keep those legs*spread nice and wide for me, Sara."* He slowly guided his hands up the front of her body, working his*hands up*her taut stomach and onto her sore breasts.* He gripped them*firmly, and rubbed his hands all over them, taking his time and enjoying her tortured, but still incredibly sexy body.**He moved around to her back, moving down her back to her ass, spreading her cheeks apart, enjoying her reaction as he then manuvered his hands*to her firm thighs and lean legs.* He was completely aroused by this point and ready for action.*
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Sara*meanwhile,*stood helplessly, her arms*sadistically tied tighly behind her and tethered to her neck.* The noose was also*tight around her neck as she had to concentrate on staying balanced so as not*to strangle herself.* Her legs were starting to ache from the position he had her standing in.**She could*feel her emotions getting to her.* She was trying to prepare herself*for the humiliation and*violation that was about to*come, and which had already started as he fondled her*helpless body while he spoke*to her.* She wanted to scream in the worst way, to attack and maul*this evil psychotic.* Yet, all she could do was just stand there with tears in her eyes, while*this sick pervert degraded her more and more with each passing minute.***
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After a few minutes of caressing Sara, he grabbed a devious looking blade and brought it over to Sara, holding it right in front of her.* He placed it beween her lovely breasts and rubbed it slowly down her torso, watching her squirm with fear.* "Keep them spread, Sara, remember nice and wide.* Sara, felt herself shaking as she watched the knife dance down her bound body, wondering what he was going to do.* "Now, if you don't perform the way I expect, we'll have to use this very soon."* Sara cried through her gag, hoping against*hope that somehow someway this would end.* Placing the knife down next to her, he went behind her, running his hands up her legs to her shapely hips and back down.* She felt him place his hand on her hip as he gently but forcefully guided himself inside her, listening to the loud grunt that escaped her gagged mouth as he penetrated her.*
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He heard the pace of Sara’s breathing pick up as he entered her.* He lingered for a moment listening to the sweet sounds of Sara’s heavy breathing as he prepared to unload himself.* Finally, he pulled back on Sara’s hip with his one hand pulling her back and lifting her spread legs off the ground and allowing the noose to sink itself tightly into Sara’s throat.* Sara made a loud noise that was part scream and part gurgling as she felt her airway forcefully constricted.* He held her tightly, not letting her feet touch the floor as he violently thrust himself back and forth inside of her.* Sara’s eyes bulged as the assault raged on, mucus dripping from her nose and a wave of tears cascading down her cheeks.* As he held her hip with one hand, he pulled on the noose with the other further cutting off her already severely compromised air supply.* Sara’s face turned a deep shade of red as she tried desperately to gasp for any kind of air.* Pressure built in her head as she felt as if she was going to explode.* Her feet stretched trying to touch the floor, but his grip on her was firm and she was locked in place as he continued his torturous rape.* Just as she felt as if she was going to lose consciousness, he erupted inside of her, finishing himself off with a last few deep thrusts.* He then released his grip on her hip and the noose slowly placing her down on her tiptoes again.* Sara’s face was awash in sweat and tears.* Her eyes were glazed over as she tried to catch her breath, barely avoiding unconsciousness and whatever would have been beyond that.* Tears continued to slowly drip down her face as both the pain and the reality of what had just happened hit her.***

He went over to his cart,* extremely satisfied by what had just occurred.* He brought over some smelling salts and held them under Sara's nose, reviving her full state of consciousness.* She remained, as she was, helplessly bound and gagged and completely at the mercy of her captor.* With the smelling salts had also returned the knife.* Grabbing her noosed head by the hair he pulled her head back, and holding the knife against her throat*he whispered*in her ear, "Should I end this now, or shall we play some more?* Which will it be?" he asked as he looked into Sara's fear stricken eyes, knowing full well which option she would pick.