A sort of mirror site to my tumblr one, here you will find lots of homemade drawings and stories. Most custom written for some deviant little thing. Please share and if you have a fantasy you want written up, well drop me a line. JB
The four men entered the barren cement walled room. It was large and high ceiled, and its location nicely camouflaged by the apparent abandoned warehouse it resided in. There was a sinister looking wooden frame structure built on one side of the large space.
The only furniture in the place was a stack of folding chairs and a lone old steel desk in the corner, which one man with a laptop under his arm, headed to.
The other three stood there looking at the far wall and the cowering young naked female creature trying not to make eye contact with their leering faces. Of the three men still standing, two were well over six feet in height. Their arms and chests huge and ripped with muscles, from years of pumping iron.
The third man was late middle age, portly and smoking a cigar. His expensive suit and commanding demeaner, gave away that he was in charge. Hence his nickname as the ‘Boss’.
Melanie kept her head down and continued to shiver in fear. She was staring directly at the iron ring locked securely around her chafed and bloody left ankle. The fingernails of her hands, which were tied tight behind her back, were broken and rubbed down from the futile clawing she had attempted at her shackled ankle.
She leaned into the wall trying to make herself smaller and wishing she could disappear into the cold hard cement. She tried to sob quietly to herself, but began to once again choke on the disgusting huge cock like gag they had rammed in her mouth and securely strapped around her head.
The massive penis like rubber intrusion held permanently in between her aching jaws, since they had dragged her kicking and screaming into this place, hit at the back of her throat constantly. A torturous slow choking torment that had kept her awake and suffering for close to two days now.
It and the restrictive neck rope, digging into her delicate neck skin, like a too small dog leash, worked together to keep her on the edge of the most distraught level of maximum suffering, gasping for air and wondering what other hellish things they might do to her.
The neck rope, she had been able to free from her wrists over night and now dangled down her back. The loose lengths teased amongst her clawing fingers. She was breathing hard, as she gasped, gulped and drooled. Fighting back her gag reflex and waiting mournfully for them to hopefully remove it. Even if it meant more of yesterday’s horror.
The deep intrusive gag had been removed only once since they had locked her ankle to the wall, some two very long days ago. And that was for a nasty late night visit, when she truly learned what degrading and twisted purposes these laughing sadists had apparently abducted her for.
The large man with the cigar, The Boss, having made her tearfully suck on his thick smelly penis. While two other dirty and rough henchmen of his, held her struggling body steady and threatened her with all kinds of derogatory harm if she didn’t, ‘Properly drain the Boss’ balls!’, as one put it.
It still did take a nasty thin rod like whip, lashed many painful times across her small tits, to make her realize the realness of their threats.
With her young whip marked nipples stinging in serious pain, Melanie obligingly opened her mouth and for the first time ever in her young life, let a man’s cock slide in past her lips. Her shocked and grimacing expressions, while she bawled her eyes out, made all the men present at her degrading and forced oral deflowering laugh and mock her anguished cries and pleas.
She was gagging away and trying to force the hot tangy white ejaculate back down her throat with deep choking gulps. And then after she licked the Boss’ cock clean to his liking, the other two disgusting men gleefully made her repeat the humiliating process. Forcing her to suck and begrudgingly swallow their copious loads of hot cum.
And just as quick as it started, it ended with them gripping her wailing head, her pleas of “Please don’t put it back..please don’t gag me with that!!!…it’s choking me …pleassse…I will be good ..please…please”, not making any difference to her predicament.
One of the henchmen just looked her in the eye and said, “Fuck you sweetheart! Your fuckin nagging cumhole is either getting plugged with this, or a real cock, all the fuckin time…So too fuckin bad!”
With the aid of a quick nasty hard pinch and twist of her glowing red nipple, the deplorable long rubber penis was back in her mouth. Its strap fastened tight and digging into her tear soaked cheeks.
One of the men bent her over with his foot and then tied the loose end of her neck rope to her wrists. Adding a few extra knots and grunting as he cinched up her bindings. Her rope trapped wrists now almost centered between her pale shaking shoulder blades.
He patted her on her trembling head and announced to the Boss, “Cunt’s secure for sure. Can’t wait to do the live show tomorrow and fuck this cute little slut. Her tight pussy is gonna feel so good impaled on my cock!”
Melanie’s head shot up at these bizarre words and she screamed into her gag as they all left the cavernous room. With her bound wrists pulling excruciatingly hard on her near strangling neck rope, she started to claw at the rope, in the hopes of not choking herself to death.
…..
Which brings us back to the now, almost 24 hours since that deplorable late night visit. The Boss and the two muscle bound men stood menacingly over top of her. “She got her wrists untied I see. Stupid Doug, he tied her up last night and said the cunt wouldn’t be able to free herself. Remind me to not let him have a turn with her today…punishment you could say.”
“So how are you today, you useless piece of pussy?” The Boss asked, taking the point of his expensive Italian shoe and kicking her unprotected ribs. It wasn’t a bone breaking kick, but none the less it made a mark and would bruise.
Melanie whimpered. Her terrified mind racing around and dreaming up a list of horrible of things these men might do to her. Of course what she didn’t realize, was her worst dreams didn’t even come close to the horrors the Boss and his crew had planned.
The Boss sneered down on her and nodded at the large hulking man to his left, “Devon, take the stupid cunt’s gag out and ready her for the live stream. I want to hear her reaction to what she thinks about being a live streaming sex torture porn star.”
Melanie shook under the touch of the huge man. The massive outline of his erect cock under his brown camo pants was clearly evident. His hands slide down over her small chest, the dried crusty cum of her previous forced oral encounter flaking away under his fingers.
He rolled her tender teen nipples around in his large fingers, smiling at her with devilish delight, as her pronounced teen buds elongated even further under his manhandling. He gave her a taunting wink, “Someone likes her nipples played with. I will remember that when I hook them up later.”
Melanie, grimaced and a full body shudder ran thru her, as she glimpsed over his hulking shoulder at the other large man. He had just finished tying what appeared to be two large fish hooks to a thin rope. The line and hooks dangled off a metal hoop bolted into the wood pillar of the threatening frame. Her panicked eyes shot back to his.
“We’ve used nipple clamps in the past, but they do tend to get ripped off during some of the more boisterous bouts of flailing that you hysterical cunt’s tend to start doing once we get into the really rough stuff!” he said, with air quotes around ‘rough’ .
He then reached behind her head and undid the gag. Pulling it out of her saliva soaked mouth, ever so slowly and letting her gasp in air freely. Her chained ankle jerked suddenly away from the wall as she turned her body on the floor.
Her bare bum twisting around and her right leg spreading wide so that her privates were fully exposed for all the men to see. Melanie didn’t care though, with her mouth free of that god forsaken gag, she could begin to plead for her freedom, for them not to hurt her, as it appeared they planned to do.
“What do you want? Please tell me what I can do?…I’ll do anything…But Please …Please don’t hurt me….. pleassse don’t use those hooks..Pleaassse I beg you! Pleassse don’t!
Devon, the large man holding her drool dripping gag laughed and then looked over at the Boss, “Cunt’s asking not have her titties hooked..What do you think Boss? Should we be nice to the hot young slut.”
The Boss sneered from his position over by the entrance way, where a third man had shown up now. He was setting up folding chairs, so they had a clear view of the wood frame mounted into the floor. The Boss sat his fat frame down on one of the creaking chairs and pulled a shiny curved metal thing from a box at his feet.
The Boss tossed it to the other hulking figure, who had tied up the fishhook ropes, and who had just finished dragging a large car battery across the floor and placing it dead under the frame.
“Here Frank, show the dumb slut this third hook!” The Boss took a puff of his cigar and then jovially stated, “When your legs are flailing about in the air young missy, with jumper cables attached to your itty bitty titties, that there big chrome hook thing maybe the only thing stopping you from being snuffed!”
Melanie looked on horrified and confused at the thing in Frank’s hand. He noticed her lack of understanding, and as he tied it high on the wood frame, he gleefully explained to her,
“When we have you strung up by your stretched out delicate young neck, your precious tits or bare feet all wired up to the battery, well this big old steel ball hook thing, we will plug it up into your tight little pussy. It should help you keep your balance and keep you from dying on us, while our customers decide what they want done to you next!”
A large shadow loomed over a sobbing Melanie, and the hulking man reached down to unlock her raw bloody ankle. She was sobbing heavily and pleading, “Why are you doing this? Please you don’t have to do this!…Pleassse don’t do this…pleasssss Gawd ..don’t hurt me!”
Her useless pleading turned into hysterical screaming, “NOO..NOOO….NOO” as Devon dragged her upright by the chokingly tight neck rope. He put his arm around her waist and hoisted her up, so her feet balanced on the battery.
“Hey Frank, tie the whiny bitch’s neck rope up for me will ya!” he shouted, as Melanie struggled vainly in his arms.
She started to scream loudly, “HELP HEELLP … PLEEASSSE GAWWD HELP ME…DON”T ..DO THISS..PLEASSSEE... WHY? WHY ARE YOU Dggguh UUHHHGGK”
Her words suddenly choked off, as the slack in the neck rope was taken out and the brute of a man holding her waist, slid his fingers off her body slowly. Taking his time to put one hand on her quivering clenched bum cheeks and his other firmly cupping her softly haired pussy.
As her face grew pink and the panic in her eyes maximized, Devon whispered in her ear, “Hope you like breath play cunt? Cause tonight that’s the theme…So stop your useless fuckin squirming now, and be an obedient pathetic pain toy. Save it for the camera and the live stream.”
She chokingly sobbed, barely able to gasp out a pleading word. Her tear filled eyes, following his now stretched out arm and pointed finger. Her eyes then saw the video camera mounted on the support pillar. Its little green operating light, suddenly blinking on.
He moved his other hand lower on her ass and then sunk a thick finger in between her bum cheeks. His long digit playing at her tensed up anus. It suddenly sunk up and in two knuckles deep, as he growled,
“And look we have two more over there and there, high in the corners. That means all our customers can catch your wretched suffering screams from almost any angle as we take turns plugging all your snug young holes.”
“We’re live guys. Stream is up Boss.” Interjected the man sitting at the desk and tapping away at the laptop. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and looked up at a struggling and crying Melanie. A smile on his face as his computer began to loudly ping with a series of notifications.
“Looks like we have a full que of sick perverted guys out there tonight, wanting to see a tiny chested young cunt get messed up Boss! We have twenty four signed on and waiting, all wanting to see this one suffer! Bids for some pretty harsh stuff are coming in fast!”
Melanie was visibly distraught, her anguished eyes watching as the camera on the post began to make a whirring noise and it pivoted up and down on the post. Its lens working to take in the complete sight of her almost dangling body, as some sick bastard somewhere in the world, remotely controlled the online camera.
She was fighting hard to keep her tippy toed feet on the misaligned battery, aware for certain that if she slipped off the back of the battery she would be dangling by her neck and for certain hang herself. She didn’t want to have her life end this way, ‘It isn’t right’ she whimpered to herself.
She fought to spit out a strangled version of the pleading words, “pppllleasse…nnoo..uuggk cck” as Devon was once again at her side. His hands caressing her naked trembling skin, whereever he desired.
“Need a hand there slut?” he joked, as he cupped her soft sex. He then curled two of his long fingers up into her pussy and lifted his arm upward. She groaned and then sobbed, trying to choke in some air. The simple word “Why?” escaped her swollen lips.
“Why? Why are we doing these horrible things to a dumb pretty little whore like you?” he growled into her terrified face. He looked over at the grinning Boss and said, “You want to tell the stupid cunt Boss, why we are doing this to her?”
The portly man nodded and answered, “Cause you’re not worth shit to any man sweetie! You ‘re just some dumb teenage cunt! A fucking pretty piece of ass and teasing pussy, ready to be taken, to be grabbed, to be used. You’re only useful to men, as a pretty screaming pain and fuck toy. That we can string up and play with for hours on end. And all while we stream it live to our various select customers.”
He took a long puff of his cigar and then continued, his eyes locked onto Melanie’s pained and horror filled ones.
“The customers, they select what happens to you, for a nice big fee. All them pings you’re hearing over on Michael’s laptop, they are requests and bids for things to happen to you! Which all us men here, will only be too happy to make come true, in real time, for our faithful twisted and perverted customers.”
“If all goes well, I stand to make at least a nice six figures off your teenage charms by tomorrow morning…If you last that long!” There was chuckling and guffaws from around the room as the men watched and the computer pinged away.
Melanie’s terrified eyes were flooded with tears and she was trying to give her head a defiant little shake. Soft little “no..no..no’s”, kept barely passing her lips as she watched the muscle bound Devon strip off his clothes. Everything except for a pair of military like black boots, which he kept on to stomp around in, as he menacingly circled her almost hung body.
Her bound hands, in a panic, clawed at the air behind her back as he stepped towards her. His huge cock jutting straight out, was now only inches from her hip. He licked his lips as he took one of her nipples in his massive hand and he pulled on it, stretching it out as far as he could pull it.
As Melanie tried to squeal in pain, he bent his head and then put his teeth around the rosy small bud. He gave one teeth grinding bite of her young nipple. Biting hard enough to make her chokingly howl, and almost kick her bound feet off the battery, before he lifted his head up and asked,
“So how do I get to fuck her first Michael? What are our fine customers demanding? Ram my big cock in her tiny pussy… Bury myself balls deep in her tight ass? What’s the first request?” Devon asked, as he continued to grope and pinch away at Melanie’s small breasts.
“Hold on a minute Devon.” Said Michael with a raised hand, “First bid for a whopping 10K, from @smalltitlover says…’I want to see the sweet little slut hang by her neck and her pussy hooked, just like the Boss said, while her toes get hooked up with the jumper cables. Blast the little cunt’s feet for few minutes and then stuff her ass as she wails…use the big dildo on a stick…ram it in her ass, as she dances and sings away in deep agony.’”
“Well then, let’s see how that big old hook of steel fits into our little slut’s pussy.!” Devon said with a grin directly aimed at the post mounted camera.
Devon slapped his large left hand onto Melanie’s toned ass, with his right hand he reached up and grabbed the dangling large chrome hook. He squeezed Melanie’s bum cheeks and thrust her forward off her toes. She tried to scream, but the neck rope was once again successfully choking off her voice and air.
Her eyes bulged wide, as her neck rope went viciously taut. Her mind reeling from the sensation of being hung and from the sudden fat cool metal device being plunged up into her pussy. It felt like the bulbous metal end was rupturing her, widening her greater than her small entrance was supposed to allow.
Then he removed his hands, allowing her feet once again to be just barely balancing on her toes. The hook in her pussy suddenly jerked and her pelvis lifted up, as Devon removed any slack in the rope.
The metal device wedged up into her ravaged cunt, rubbed and dug hard up into her slit, putting punishing pressure on her clit. But it did have the benefit of not letting her fall back off her perch on the battery. She whimpered and then her wet eyes surveyed the room.
“There that should stop you from hanging yourself anytime soon. Does it feel good and uncomfortable you stupid slut?” He asked her mockingly, with his hand gripping the top of the metal hook and jerking it around, so that she felt it painfully and continually digging into her pubic bone and clit.
She sobbed and looked around for a way out of her desperate real nightmare. But all she saw were lusting male faces. She had never seen so many lewd smiling men, all of them, even the glasses wearing tech behind the computer, all had their cocks out and were stroking them at will.
Devon stood there stroking his long shaft right beside her, groaning loudly as he brought himself to climax. Melanie felt warm spurts of his semen splatter against her hip and thigh. He leaned in and let his wet sticky cock slide all over her quivering hip.
Then he held the huge fat pole mounted dildo in in front of her face. She hadn’t seen it in his other hand, which had been holding it directly under his ejaculating cock. It was coated in his semen. She could see the white stringy globules clinging to it as he stuck the wet tip of it in between her open gasping lips.
“Come on cunt! open up and suck on it for a bit. It will make sliding it up into your ass, go so much easier. And trust me, once your little feet get flailing from the battery current flowing into them, having this big old stick in your ass will give you something to balance on. It will hurt like hell I bet, but at least you won’t hang yourself…I hope!” he shouted in laughter.
Melanie was slobbering for air around the huge cum covered hard rubber dildo, now forced into her mouth. An utter look of hysterical dread appearing on her face. He looked deep into her shocked disbelieving eyes and said, “Well what the customer wants… the customer gets.”
……
In a dark basement thousands of miles away a man sat by his computer, his left hand slowly one finger typing away. His bid to have the screaming girl on the screen hung upside down and her clit ever so slowly pierced with a dozen hypodermic needles, now in the que along with a dozen other requests.
His computer pinged and a message appeared, “Request and bid from @mrsmiththesadist accepted…expected control time in 60 minutes.”
He groaned, “Fuck yes” as his right hand clenched, but not around his cock, instead it had a mass of dirty blonde hair in its strong grip. He eased back a bit, pulling the hair towards the desk, and looked down between his legs.
There the anguished face, of a still white bikini clad twenty something year old woman, looked back up at him. Her hands were useless, as they were tied tight behind her back. A short taut rope connecting her wrists to a chain wrapped and locked around her slender neck. Her thighs and ankles bound tight to each other with thick leather belts, making sure she could only wobble around on her battered knees.
The head of his cock was still perched on her tongue inside her gaping open mouth, held open by a much too wide for her aching jaws, ring gag. She groaned as he slid his cock back and forth on her tongue. He spoke with a stern look of control on his face.
“What do you think Isabella, should we do our own live stream show one day? I did grab you to secretly keep as my own little slave fuck toy, but maybe I should share your gorgeous fuckin body with a few like minded friends” he asked the terrified girl at his feet. Her bare shoulders shook as she heard a new bout of horrendous howling screams blare from the computer speakers above her head.
The sound getting louder as Mr. Smith turned up the volume and the girl on the live stream was being sexually violated in all manner of new ways, that had his cock ready to explode.
“You should see her Isabella, they have that big stick and dildo rammed up deep in her ass now. Jumper cables attached to both her big toes..Fuck it looks nasty. And OH WOW. The big naked guy on screen, he is grinding a big fat vibrator against her stuffed pussy. I think he’s trying to make her cum against her will! Maybe I should try that on you, if you don’t make me cum?”
He looked back down on the teary eyed girl kneeling at his feet. Her tongue began to suddenly lick the fleshy under side of the head of his cock. A look of fearful defeated compliance on her face as she determinedly went back to making him cum.
He leaned back and patted her head and then pushed her entire face back down into his lap. He heard her choking gasps as his cock took up all the space in her mouth and reached deep into the recesses of her throat.
He then looked up at the screen, to see a close up of the anguished girl’s face and chest. Tiny drops of blood dripping from her tender puckered nipples, from the freshly imbedded fish hooks. Her face was a growing shade of purple from the rope cutting into her neck.
Her deep open mouth choked groan, her rolling eyes and bucking hips, giving away the fact that the man on the screen had just forced her to involuntarily cum, as she thrashed around in the throes of agonizing violent sexual torture.
In his dark basement Mr. Smith gripped his new captive’s head with both hands and drove his cock in deep as it could. He shouted out a curse, in the best way possible, as he felt his balls draw tight and then his cock exploded.
His hands now fisting in his newly acquired slave slut’s hair, as he continuously rammed her face back and forth into his crotch. His eyes on the computer screen as Melanie’s horrendous live streaming violations made him cum with abandon, thoughts of similar acts of sexual degradation, with the choking, gasping and sobbing girl at his feet, building in his mind.
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Melanie, The Horrific Live Stream
The four men entered the barren cement walled room. It was large and high ceiled, and its location nicely camouflaged by the apparent abandoned warehouse it resided in. There was a sinister looking wooden frame structure built on one side of the large space.
The only furniture in the place was a stack of folding chairs and a lone old steel desk in the corner, which one man with a laptop under his arm, headed to.
The other three stood there looking at the far wall and the cowering young naked female creature trying not to make eye contact with their leering faces. Of the three men still standing, two were well over six feet in height. Their arms and chests huge and ripped with muscles, from years of pumping iron.
The third man was late middle age, portly and smoking a cigar. His expensive suit and commanding demeaner, gave away that he was in charge. Hence his nickname as the ‘Boss’.
Melanie kept her head down and continued to shiver in fear. She was staring directly at the iron ring locked securely around her chafed and bloody left ankle. The fingernails of her hands, which were tied tight behind her back, were broken and rubbed down from the futile clawing she had attempted at her shackled ankle.
She leaned into the wall trying to make herself smaller and wishing she could disappear into the cold hard cement. She tried to sob quietly to herself, but began to once again choke on the disgusting huge cock like gag they had rammed in her mouth and securely strapped around her head.
The massive penis like rubber intrusion held permanently in between her aching jaws, since they had dragged her kicking and screaming into this place, hit at the back of her throat constantly. A torturous slow choking torment that had kept her awake and suffering for close to two days now.
It and the restrictive neck rope, digging into her delicate neck skin, like a too small dog leash, worked together to keep her on the edge of the most distraught level of maximum suffering, gasping for air and wondering what other hellish things they might do to her.
The neck rope, she had been able to free from her wrists over night and now dangled down her back. The loose lengths teased amongst her clawing fingers. She was breathing hard, as she gasped, gulped and drooled. Fighting back her gag reflex and waiting mournfully for them to hopefully remove it. Even if it meant more of yesterday’s horror.
The deep intrusive gag had been removed only once since they had locked her ankle to the wall, some two very long days ago. And that was for a nasty late night visit, when she truly learned what degrading and twisted purposes these laughing sadists had apparently abducted her for.
The large man with the cigar, The Boss, having made her tearfully suck on his thick smelly penis. While two other dirty and rough henchmen of his, held her struggling body steady and threatened her with all kinds of derogatory harm if she didn’t, ‘Properly drain the Boss’ balls!’, as one put it.
It still did take a nasty thin rod like whip, lashed many painful times across her small tits, to make her realize the realness of their threats.
With her young whip marked nipples stinging in serious pain, Melanie obligingly opened her mouth and for the first time ever in her young life, let a man’s cock slide in past her lips. Her shocked and grimacing expressions, while she bawled her eyes out, made all the men present at her degrading and forced oral deflowering laugh and mock her anguished cries and pleas.
She was gagging away and trying to force the hot tangy white ejaculate back down her throat with deep choking gulps. And then after she licked the Boss’ cock clean to his liking, the other two disgusting men gleefully made her repeat the humiliating process. Forcing her to suck and begrudgingly swallow their copious loads of hot cum.
And just as quick as it started, it ended with them gripping her wailing head, her pleas of “Please don’t put it back..please don’t gag me with that!!!…it’s choking me …pleassse…I will be good ..please…please”, not making any difference to her predicament.
One of the henchmen just looked her in the eye and said, “Fuck you sweetheart! Your fuckin nagging cumhole is either getting plugged with this, or a real cock, all the fuckin time…So too fuckin bad!”
With the aid of a quick nasty hard pinch and twist of her glowing red nipple, the deplorable long rubber penis was back in her mouth. Its strap fastened tight and digging into her tear soaked cheeks.
One of the men bent her over with his foot and then tied the loose end of her neck rope to her wrists. Adding a few extra knots and grunting as he cinched up her bindings. Her rope trapped wrists now almost centered between her pale shaking shoulder blades.
He patted her on her trembling head and announced to the Boss, “Cunt’s secure for sure. Can’t wait to do the live show tomorrow and fuck this cute little slut. Her tight pussy is gonna feel so good impaled on my cock!”
Melanie’s head shot up at these bizarre words and she screamed into her gag as they all left the cavernous room. With her bound wrists pulling excruciatingly hard on her near strangling neck rope, she started to claw at the rope, in the hopes of not choking herself to death.
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Which brings us back to the now, almost 24 hours since that deplorable late night visit. The Boss and the two muscle bound men stood menacingly over top of her. “She got her wrists untied I see. Stupid Doug, he tied her up last night and said the cunt wouldn’t be able to free herself. Remind me to not let him have a turn with her today…punishment you could say.”
“So how are you today, you useless piece of pussy?” The Boss asked, taking the point of his expensive Italian shoe and kicking her unprotected ribs. It wasn’t a bone breaking kick, but none the less it made a mark and would bruise.
Melanie whimpered. Her terrified mind racing around and dreaming up a list of horrible of things these men might do to her. Of course what she didn’t realize, was her worst dreams didn’t even come close to the horrors the Boss and his crew had planned.
The Boss sneered down on her and nodded at the large hulking man to his left, “Devon, take the stupid cunt’s gag out and ready her for the live stream. I want to hear her reaction to what she thinks about being a live streaming sex torture porn star.”
Melanie shook under the touch of the huge man. The massive outline of his erect cock under his brown camo pants was clearly evident. His hands slide down over her small chest, the dried crusty cum of her previous forced oral encounter flaking away under his fingers.
He rolled her tender teen nipples around in his large fingers, smiling at her with devilish delight, as her pronounced teen buds elongated even further under his manhandling. He gave her a taunting wink, “Someone likes her nipples played with. I will remember that when I hook them up later.”
Melanie, grimaced and a full body shudder ran thru her, as she glimpsed over his hulking shoulder at the other large man. He had just finished tying what appeared to be two large fish hooks to a thin rope. The line and hooks dangled off a metal hoop bolted into the wood pillar of the threatening frame. Her panicked eyes shot back to his.
“We’ve used nipple clamps in the past, but they do tend to get ripped off during some of the more boisterous bouts of flailing that you hysterical cunt’s tend to start doing once we get into the really rough stuff!” he said, with air quotes around ‘rough’ .
He then reached behind her head and undid the gag. Pulling it out of her saliva soaked mouth, ever so slowly and letting her gasp in air freely. Her chained ankle jerked suddenly away from the wall as she turned her body on the floor.
Her bare bum twisting around and her right leg spreading wide so that her privates were fully exposed for all the men to see. Melanie didn’t care though, with her mouth free of that god forsaken gag, she could begin to plead for her freedom, for them not to hurt her, as it appeared they planned to do.
“What do you want? Please tell me what I can do?…I’ll do anything…But Please …Please don’t hurt me….. pleassse don’t use those hooks..Pleaassse I beg you! Pleassse don’t!
Devon, the large man holding her drool dripping gag laughed and then looked over at the Boss, “Cunt’s asking not have her titties hooked..What do you think Boss? Should we be nice to the hot young slut.”
The Boss sneered from his position over by the entrance way, where a third man had shown up now. He was setting up folding chairs, so they had a clear view of the wood frame mounted into the floor. The Boss sat his fat frame down on one of the creaking chairs and pulled a shiny curved metal thing from a box at his feet.
The Boss tossed it to the other hulking figure, who had tied up the fishhook ropes, and who had just finished dragging a large car battery across the floor and placing it dead under the frame.
“Here Frank, show the dumb slut this third hook!” The Boss took a puff of his cigar and then jovially stated, “When your legs are flailing about in the air young missy, with jumper cables attached to your itty bitty titties, that there big chrome hook thing maybe the only thing stopping you from being snuffed!”
Melanie looked on horrified and confused at the thing in Frank’s hand. He noticed her lack of understanding, and as he tied it high on the wood frame, he gleefully explained to her,
“When we have you strung up by your stretched out delicate young neck, your precious tits or bare feet all wired up to the battery, well this big old steel ball hook thing, we will plug it up into your tight little pussy. It should help you keep your balance and keep you from dying on us, while our customers decide what they want done to you next!”
A large shadow loomed over a sobbing Melanie, and the hulking man reached down to unlock her raw bloody ankle. She was sobbing heavily and pleading, “Why are you doing this? Please you don’t have to do this!…Pleassse don’t do this…pleasssss Gawd ..don’t hurt me!”
Her useless pleading turned into hysterical screaming, “NOO..NOOO….NOO” as Devon dragged her upright by the chokingly tight neck rope. He put his arm around her waist and hoisted her up, so her feet balanced on the battery.
“Hey Frank, tie the whiny bitch’s neck rope up for me will ya!” he shouted, as Melanie struggled vainly in his arms.
She started to scream loudly, “HELP HEELLP … PLEEASSSE GAWWD HELP ME…DON”T ..DO THISS..PLEASSSEE... WHY? WHY ARE YOU Dggguh UUHHHGGK”
Her words suddenly choked off, as the slack in the neck rope was taken out and the brute of a man holding her waist, slid his fingers off her body slowly. Taking his time to put one hand on her quivering clenched bum cheeks and his other firmly cupping her softly haired pussy.
As her face grew pink and the panic in her eyes maximized, Devon whispered in her ear, “Hope you like breath play cunt? Cause tonight that’s the theme…So stop your useless fuckin squirming now, and be an obedient pathetic pain toy. Save it for the camera and the live stream.”
She chokingly sobbed, barely able to gasp out a pleading word. Her tear filled eyes, following his now stretched out arm and pointed finger. Her eyes then saw the video camera mounted on the support pillar. Its little green operating light, suddenly blinking on.
He moved his other hand lower on her ass and then sunk a thick finger in between her bum cheeks. His long digit playing at her tensed up anus. It suddenly sunk up and in two knuckles deep, as he growled,
“And look we have two more over there and there, high in the corners. That means all our customers can catch your wretched suffering screams from almost any angle as we take turns plugging all your snug young holes.”
“We’re live guys. Stream is up Boss.” Interjected the man sitting at the desk and tapping away at the laptop. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and looked up at a struggling and crying Melanie. A smile on his face as his computer began to loudly ping with a series of notifications.
“Looks like we have a full que of sick perverted guys out there tonight, wanting to see a tiny chested young cunt get messed up Boss! We have twenty four signed on and waiting, all wanting to see this one suffer! Bids for some pretty harsh stuff are coming in fast!”
Melanie was visibly distraught, her anguished eyes watching as the camera on the post began to make a whirring noise and it pivoted up and down on the post. Its lens working to take in the complete sight of her almost dangling body, as some sick bastard somewhere in the world, remotely controlled the online camera.
She was fighting hard to keep her tippy toed feet on the misaligned battery, aware for certain that if she slipped off the back of the battery she would be dangling by her neck and for certain hang herself. She didn’t want to have her life end this way, ‘It isn’t right’ she whimpered to herself.
She fought to spit out a strangled version of the pleading words, “pppllleasse…nnoo..uuggk cck” as Devon was once again at her side. His hands caressing her naked trembling skin, whereever he desired.
“Need a hand there slut?” he joked, as he cupped her soft sex. He then curled two of his long fingers up into her pussy and lifted his arm upward. She groaned and then sobbed, trying to choke in some air. The simple word “Why?” escaped her swollen lips.
“Why? Why are we doing these horrible things to a dumb pretty little whore like you?” he growled into her terrified face. He looked over at the grinning Boss and said, “You want to tell the stupid cunt Boss, why we are doing this to her?”
The portly man nodded and answered, “Cause you’re not worth shit to any man sweetie! You ‘re just some dumb teenage cunt! A fucking pretty piece of ass and teasing pussy, ready to be taken, to be grabbed, to be used. You’re only useful to men, as a pretty screaming pain and fuck toy. That we can string up and play with for hours on end. And all while we stream it live to our various select customers.”
He took a long puff of his cigar and then continued, his eyes locked onto Melanie’s pained and horror filled ones.
“The customers, they select what happens to you, for a nice big fee. All them pings you’re hearing over on Michael’s laptop, they are requests and bids for things to happen to you! Which all us men here, will only be too happy to make come true, in real time, for our faithful twisted and perverted customers.”
“If all goes well, I stand to make at least a nice six figures off your teenage charms by tomorrow morning…If you last that long!” There was chuckling and guffaws from around the room as the men watched and the computer pinged away.
Melanie’s terrified eyes were flooded with tears and she was trying to give her head a defiant little shake. Soft little “no..no..no’s”, kept barely passing her lips as she watched the muscle bound Devon strip off his clothes. Everything except for a pair of military like black boots, which he kept on to stomp around in, as he menacingly circled her almost hung body.
Her bound hands, in a panic, clawed at the air behind her back as he stepped towards her. His huge cock jutting straight out, was now only inches from her hip. He licked his lips as he took one of her nipples in his massive hand and he pulled on it, stretching it out as far as he could pull it.
As Melanie tried to squeal in pain, he bent his head and then put his teeth around the rosy small bud. He gave one teeth grinding bite of her young nipple. Biting hard enough to make her chokingly howl, and almost kick her bound feet off the battery, before he lifted his head up and asked,
“So how do I get to fuck her first Michael? What are our fine customers demanding? Ram my big cock in her tiny pussy… Bury myself balls deep in her tight ass? What’s the first request?” Devon asked, as he continued to grope and pinch away at Melanie’s small breasts.
“Hold on a minute Devon.” Said Michael with a raised hand, “First bid for a whopping 10K, from @smalltitlover says…’I want to see the sweet little slut hang by her neck and her pussy hooked, just like the Boss said, while her toes get hooked up with the jumper cables. Blast the little cunt’s feet for few minutes and then stuff her ass as she wails…use the big dildo on a stick…ram it in her ass, as she dances and sings away in deep agony.’”
“Well then, let’s see how that big old hook of steel fits into our little slut’s pussy.!” Devon said with a grin directly aimed at the post mounted camera.
Devon slapped his large left hand onto Melanie’s toned ass, with his right hand he reached up and grabbed the dangling large chrome hook. He squeezed Melanie’s bum cheeks and thrust her forward off her toes. She tried to scream, but the neck rope was once again successfully choking off her voice and air.
Her eyes bulged wide, as her neck rope went viciously taut. Her mind reeling from the sensation of being hung and from the sudden fat cool metal device being plunged up into her pussy. It felt like the bulbous metal end was rupturing her, widening her greater than her small entrance was supposed to allow.
Then he removed his hands, allowing her feet once again to be just barely balancing on her toes. The hook in her pussy suddenly jerked and her pelvis lifted up, as Devon removed any slack in the rope.
The metal device wedged up into her ravaged cunt, rubbed and dug hard up into her slit, putting punishing pressure on her clit. But it did have the benefit of not letting her fall back off her perch on the battery. She whimpered and then her wet eyes surveyed the room.
“There that should stop you from hanging yourself anytime soon. Does it feel good and uncomfortable you stupid slut?” He asked her mockingly, with his hand gripping the top of the metal hook and jerking it around, so that she felt it painfully and continually digging into her pubic bone and clit.
She sobbed and looked around for a way out of her desperate real nightmare. But all she saw were lusting male faces. She had never seen so many lewd smiling men, all of them, even the glasses wearing tech behind the computer, all had their cocks out and were stroking them at will.
Devon stood there stroking his long shaft right beside her, groaning loudly as he brought himself to climax. Melanie felt warm spurts of his semen splatter against her hip and thigh. He leaned in and let his wet sticky cock slide all over her quivering hip.
Then he held the huge fat pole mounted dildo in in front of her face. She hadn’t seen it in his other hand, which had been holding it directly under his ejaculating cock. It was coated in his semen. She could see the white stringy globules clinging to it as he stuck the wet tip of it in between her open gasping lips.
“Come on cunt! open up and suck on it for a bit. It will make sliding it up into your ass, go so much easier. And trust me, once your little feet get flailing from the battery current flowing into them, having this big old stick in your ass will give you something to balance on. It will hurt like hell I bet, but at least you won’t hang yourself…I hope!” he shouted in laughter.
Melanie was slobbering for air around the huge cum covered hard rubber dildo, now forced into her mouth. An utter look of hysterical dread appearing on her face. He looked deep into her shocked disbelieving eyes and said, “Well what the customer wants… the customer gets.”
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In a dark basement thousands of miles away a man sat by his computer, his left hand slowly one finger typing away. His bid to have the screaming girl on the screen hung upside down and her clit ever so slowly pierced with a dozen hypodermic needles, now in the que along with a dozen other requests.
His computer pinged and a message appeared, “Request and bid from @mrsmiththesadist accepted…expected control time in 60 minutes.”
He groaned, “Fuck yes” as his right hand clenched, but not around his cock, instead it had a mass of dirty blonde hair in its strong grip. He eased back a bit, pulling the hair towards the desk, and looked down between his legs.
There the anguished face, of a still white bikini clad twenty something year old woman, looked back up at him. Her hands were useless, as they were tied tight behind her back. A short taut rope connecting her wrists to a chain wrapped and locked around her slender neck. Her thighs and ankles bound tight to each other with thick leather belts, making sure she could only wobble around on her battered knees.
The head of his cock was still perched on her tongue inside her gaping open mouth, held open by a much too wide for her aching jaws, ring gag. She groaned as he slid his cock back and forth on her tongue. He spoke with a stern look of control on his face.
“What do you think Isabella, should we do our own live stream show one day? I did grab you to secretly keep as my own little slave fuck toy, but maybe I should share your gorgeous fuckin body with a few like minded friends” he asked the terrified girl at his feet. Her bare shoulders shook as she heard a new bout of horrendous howling screams blare from the computer speakers above her head.
The sound getting louder as Mr. Smith turned up the volume and the girl on the live stream was being sexually violated in all manner of new ways, that had his cock ready to explode.
“You should see her Isabella, they have that big stick and dildo rammed up deep in her ass now. Jumper cables attached to both her big toes..Fuck it looks nasty. And OH WOW. The big naked guy on screen, he is grinding a big fat vibrator against her stuffed pussy. I think he’s trying to make her cum against her will! Maybe I should try that on you, if you don’t make me cum?”
He looked back down on the teary eyed girl kneeling at his feet. Her tongue began to suddenly lick the fleshy under side of the head of his cock. A look of fearful defeated compliance on her face as she determinedly went back to making him cum.
He leaned back and patted her head and then pushed her entire face back down into his lap. He heard her choking gasps as his cock took up all the space in her mouth and reached deep into the recesses of her throat.
He then looked up at the screen, to see a close up of the anguished girl’s face and chest. Tiny drops of blood dripping from her tender puckered nipples, from the freshly imbedded fish hooks. Her face was a growing shade of purple from the rope cutting into her neck.
Her deep open mouth choked groan, her rolling eyes and bucking hips, giving away the fact that the man on the screen had just forced her to involuntarily cum, as she thrashed around in the throes of agonizing violent sexual torture.
In his dark basement Mr. Smith gripped his new captive’s head with both hands and drove his cock in deep as it could. He shouted out a curse, in the best way possible, as he felt his balls draw tight and then his cock exploded.
His hands now fisting in his newly acquired slave slut’s hair, as he continuously rammed her face back and forth into his crotch. His eyes on the computer screen as Melanie’s horrendous live streaming violations made him cum with abandon, thoughts of similar acts of sexual degradation, with the choking, gasping and sobbing girl at his feet, building in his mind.