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I danced around my prey, a slow, taunting dance, the look in my eyes burning with vengeful hatred. I had waited a long time for this day, for when I could teach this bitch a lesson for her selfish, mean-spirited ways. The bitch was blindfolded and gagged as she had been since her abduction, and was slowing in her struggle against the chains holding her spread and bound to a wooden frame. I sat back in a comfortable chair to watch her wear herself out, lit a cigarette and drifted to thoughts of how all of this had come to be.
I had it all planned out for longer than I care to admit. She had wronged me, and she had wronged good friends of mine, and it had become simply a matter of opportunity. When I received an invitation to a party I knew she would be at, I knew that opportunity had arrived. A dear friend of mine with a dungeon in the middle of nowhere and a truck offered his help and provided the chlorophorm I needed to subdue her. Dressed inconspicuously, and wearing enough make-up to sink the Titanic, I arrived early and sat in the back of the bar, close to the restrooms. She arrived, scantily clad in a black vinyl bustier that barely covered her huge, fake breasts, a tiny, pleated black vinyl skirt and matching six inch hooker boots. Her bright purple wig was puffed up in pigtails and as usual, her make-up caused whispers wondering if she was woman or drag queen. I will admit, that question was one that always made me smile.
I watched from a distance as she downed one drink after another, only one of which the selfish bitch paid for herself. She was getting tipsy, but I needed her as incapacitated as I could get her without causing alcohol poisoning. After all, I wanted her alive for her lesson. I invested in my cause, ordering heavy mixed drinks through a server to be delivered to her from a “secret admirer”. By last call, she was stumbling and looking a bit green around the gills as she headed for the restroom. I waited a moment, followed her in, and making sure no one else was in there, proceeded to lock the door and remove my chlorophorm and rag from my purse. She saw me standing there by the door as she stumbled out of the stall.
“Here, let me help you.” I said in a soothing voice as I helped her to chair by the sink. She leaned back and closed her eyes, and immediately, the rag was over her nose and mouth. Her eyes opened briefly in surprise before she went limp. With some help from my friend, we managed to get her out the back door unnoticed and in to the bed of his truck. Stripped of her panties, she was roughly gagged with a ball gag just slightly too big for her mouth and bound spread to the bed of the truck for the hour and a half drive to the dungeon that would be her new home indefinitely. I couldn’t help but grin as we tossed a large canvass tarp over her body and locked the gate in place.
By the time we arrived at the dungeon, it was almost six am and she was wide awake and panicking. When we removed the cover from her, her eyes went wide and she screamed as best she could around the gag. I chuckled and placed a heavy, leather blindfold over her eyes and matching cuffs on her wrists, upper arms, ankles, thighs and neck. Her legs were effectively hobbled with short chains run crossways from thigh to ankle and her arms pulled painfully behind her back before she was pulled out of the truck to her feet and forced to walk twenty feet or so on gravel to the entrance to the dungeon. At the door, she tripped and fell and so was made to crawl to the other door that led in to a barn from the dungeon. As we were both tired and the air mattresses in the dungeon were calling our names, we bound her on all fours to a very prickly bale of hay, covered her with a light blanket and went to bed.
I awoke early the next evening, the one in which this tale begins, to realize that he had left to attend to some business and feeling quite pleased with myself. I found something to eat, placed my scraps in a dog bowl and opened the door into the barn only to find her sound asleep. A swift swat to her exposed backside snapped her awake and she began to struggle again.
“There is no escaping.” I said matter-of-factly. “You are in the middle of nowhere and no one knows where you are. And I doubt they will miss you. I am going to remove the gag so that you can eat, and scream all you want, no one will hear you.”
As I talked, I unbound her from the bale of hay and brought her around on all fours so the dish was in front of her. When I removed the gag from her mouth she licked her lips and began to scream at the top of her lungs. Shoving the ball back in her mouth, I said
“I will remove it only one more time, and if you are smart, you will eat what I give you.”
I removed it again and pushed her head towards the bowl. After a moment or two, she ate what was given to her as quickly as she could. When she was done, I attached a lead to her collar, replaced the gag and walked her outside in the chilly evening air to the water pump near by. I yanked the wig from her head, pulling out bobby pins and bits of hair as I did so, then forced her head under the running water, scrubbing at her head and smeared make-up with a coarse towel. When she was clean to my satisfaction, I took her back inside and, looping sturdy rope through the d-rings in her wrist cuffs, pulled her to her feet and her arms over her head to the large wooden frame in the room. After repeating this with her ankles, I secured each cuff with heavy chain and removed the rope. Placing a mirror in front of her and picking up my EMT shears, I said,
“You think you look so hot in your tiny vinyl clothes with your huge, fake tits. Well, now you are going to watch as your precious costume is cut from your body.”
Naturally she struggled as I sliced easily through her bustier from the front and pulled it off her clammy skin. A quick slice through the skirt and it fell to the floor. I walked in front of her, grabbed her by the chin and looking her directly in the eyes said,
“Disgusting little cunts like you don’t deserve clothing.” Knowing that to her, “cunt” was the biggest possible insult. “And they don’t deserve hair either.”
I picked up my clippers and waved them in her face, her eyes almost bugging out of her head when I turned them on and slowly removed every single blond hair from her head and pussy. Satisfied with the results, I replaced her blindfold and she struggled anew as I set about laying out my toys and instruments. Choosing the most evil crop I owned, I circled her slowly, feeling my hatred for her rising, determined to teach her a lesson, but not until she had stopped struggling.
By the time I was done with my cigarette, she was still. I snapped a couple of pictures to remind me of the glorious occasion, and stood again. Crop in one hand, I teased her nipples to erection and placed clover clamps on them. She screamed through her gag and I slapped each large, hard tit with the crop.
“I hope you’ve enjoyed having your ill-gotten tits, cunt. You wont have them much longer.”
Determined to inflict as much initial pain as possible, I bent down and placed a row of four tight clothes pins on either lip of her freshly shaved pussy and one on her clit, reveling in her screams of agony. A tug or two on the chain to the clamps and she was writing again. I placed a large, leather belt around her middle, locked it in place and secured it to the posts in either side of her with chains so that she was now totally immobilized.
“You think you are so special, don’t you? Well, now you are nothing more than my cunt. Sure, you may resist now, but when I am done with you, you wont want to leave. You will become nothing without me.”
I tapped at her lower lips with the crop and said,
“When was the last time you had a cock in there, cunt? A real one. Never, I’m guessing, being the man-hating bitch that you are. Soon, you’ll crave real cock, beg for it even.”
She shook her head violently in the negative and received several hard swats with the cane part of the crop in response.
“Looks like I am going to have to break you down, cunt. Not that I mind.”
Systematically, I canned each clothes pin from her aching pussy before painting the head of her swollen clit with peppermint oil. Looping the chain on a second pair of clover clamps over the chain of the first, I attached the little devils to her pussy lips, helping to spread them open.
“Now, I need to defrost that icy little hole of yours, cunt. And I have just the thing to do I with.”
Slowly, I inserted a cold curling iron in to her pussy, the good kind with temperature controls on it. Plugging it in, I turned it on its lowest setting and held it in place, opening and closing it as I pleased.
“Do you know what that is, cunt? That’s a curling iron, and while it may be cold now, it will only get hotter. I will only remove it when you admit that you are a filthy, lying, lesbian whore.”
As it warmed, she screamed through her gag more than she had before. I asked her time and again if she was what I said she was, and it wasn’t until I could begin to hear her pussy juices sizzle that she shook her head in the affirmative and I pulled the hot iron from her hole. It was, however, quickly replaced with a small, icy dildo to prevent any serious damage. She danced around as best she could, tears running down from under her blindfold. After removing the dildo, I untied her arms and brought her down on all fours once again, hobbling her in that position and taking her outside, binding her a to a bale of hay hear the water spicket. It was dark, and the only light we had was that coming from the open doorway.
“You are going to get fucked tonight, cunt, and so I must have your dirty holes clean and ready. You are going to get a series of enemas.
I first filled her as with three drug store saline enemas at four ounces each before quickly plugging her with an inflatable but plug designed for enemas. I ran the tubing in to the plug and began to flush warm water from an enema bag in to her waiting ass. As her belly swelled with water, she raised up off the bale of hay, groaning her agony as I filled her with nearly three quarts of water. Leaving the plug in place, I proceeded to take a thick wooden paddle to her ass cheeks until they were quite red and warm to the touch. Placing a longer lead on her collar, one end attached to the building, I removed her from the bale of hay and ordered her to crawl to around the corner of the building to relieve herself. I removed the plug and she crawled as fast as she could. I settled in with to prepare the room, listening for her grunts of pain to stop.
When they did, I retrieved her and placed her over the hay bale again. This time, I placed a hose directly from the spicket into her ass and let the water flow at a steady pace. Her belly ballooned out and she whimpered and cried in pain as the cold water caused her to cramp unbearably. I left her there until water was running out of her ass as it had no where else to go. Once again, she was allowed to relive herself before being washed off with the same hose. Now clean and shaking, I placed her back in her bondage in the dungeon.
“How are you feeling, cunt? Clean? You wont for long. Soon, your holes will be dripping with cum. You behave like a cunt, you will be treated like one.”
I removed the clamps from her nipples and pussy, rubbing them and finding her pussy wet from inside. I rub it a little more, just to tease her. I then proceeded to cane her ass and tits until large, purple welts were forming on her pale skin. I took great pleasure in watching the tears flow freely from under her blindfold as I ran a hard, natural bristle brush over her welts and took a paint stirrer to her tender nipples. Looking at my watch and realizing that it wouldn’t be long until the guys arrived, I took a pot of aphrodisiac cream and applied it generously to her pussy, clit and nipples. Removing the blindfold, I once again looked her in the eyes.
“You are going to get fucked, cunt. In the pussy, the ass and the mouth. Now, since you probably are not used to sucking cock, I am going to put a ring gag in your mouth so that all you can do is take it. Are you afraid, cunt?”
She did nothing, but the look in her eyes is one of pure terror. I removed the ball gag and placed the large ring gag in her mouth as promised. Shortly, she was drooling on herself, the saliva mixing with her tears. I played with her nipple and pussy and her body betrayed her as she moaned and wriggled a little. I smile, knowing the cream is working. I untied her from the frame and bound her to a bench with her ass and pussy fully exposed, mouth at just the right height for getting fucked. Just as I had finished securing her to the bench, I heard cars pulling up. The door opened and in walked several men, including two large, black men. Her eyes went wide and she screamed in terror as the first one approached her.
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