Al

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He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old McNeelyhouse. It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime adding onto the old house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge ofstrangley connected rooms. Others in the neighborhood thought Mr. McNeely wasa strange, evil man. He was a loner, but he had been my best friend. Mymother couldn’t understand what a nineteen year old boy could have in commonwith a decrepit 53 year old man. A man, who by the looks of it, never went towork. To me, though, he had been my teacher…I was his apprentice and hetaught me some very intense things. More about what he taught me later. Fornow, let me tell you about the new girl that was moving in.vbcrlfvbcrlf I was looking through my front window, so I couldn’t get a really goodlook. But she looked pretty hot. My guess was that she was about 18 or 19years old. She had dark, red hair that fell down in loose curls to hershoulders. She looked like she was a little tall for her age, but she didn’tlook too thin. In fact, the more I looked, the more I liked. She was wearinga tight pair of running shorts and a Hard Rock t-shirt. She seemed to have apretty nice set of tits – at least a pair of 36D’s. Pretty nice set of titsfor such a young looking face. Nice round, little ass. I could see her hotasscheeks pouring through the extremely tight shorts, and you could tell thatthose shorts wouldn’t last too much longer: this girl was still growing – in all the right places. vbcrlfvbcrlf I couldn’t stop staring at her. But it would only be a matter of timeuntil somebody notices me, I thought. It was then that I resolved that Iwould get to know this sweet, young babe very intimately – and she would donothing to stop me. I started making plans. My goal was clear and direct: I needed to have her under my firmcontrol. You see, I’m a curious kind of guy, and there was something aboutthis girl that intrigued me. Maybe it was just those tits, or that ass, but Iknew that I could not sleep well until I had my chance to check her outcompletely. And the way I explore is seldom appreciated by the subject, so atruly thorough job requires severe restraint to control the girl. vbcrlfvbcrlf Al McNeely was the man who showed me how to solve these kind ofproblems. I first met Al when I was about 14 years old. I was pretty much onmy own at that age. My fucking parents were drunk most of the time and didn’tseem to care about what I did…as long as I wasn’t caught by the cops. Well, anyways, I was looking around the neighborhood for a house to bust into when Iended up at Al’s. I was poking around, when the back door slammed open and Alcame out with a gun. He motioned me into the house with the gun and said, vbcrlfvbcrlf”Get in here right now, punk. Or I’ll blow your fucking brains out!” vbcrlfvbcrlf What could I do? vbcrlfvbcrlf I went in. Al led me to the basement and told me to sit. The roomwas dark but I could tell this was no ordinary basement. Al said, “I knowyou, kid. You live up the street, don’t you…Yeah, I’ve heard about you. vbcrlfvbcrlfThink you wanna rob this place now?” vbcrlfvbcrlf Before I could answer, he said “Come here kid, I want you to seesomething. Come on…” vbcrlfvbcrlf Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a ring from hisbelt. The first thing I saw was a girl in the middle of the room under a pairof bright, hot lights. Her wrists were bound tightly together and both werepulled up towards the ceiling by a rope on a pulley. Al basically had herhanging in the air…she was stretched pretty good. I could see her musclesquivering and cramping with the strain of hanging from her wrists. Her ankleswere secured by straps bolted into the floor and the spreader bolts hadstretched her legs so that her cunt and ass were completely accessible byhand, dildo or cock. vbcrlfvbcrlf She was a lovely girl. Al had called her Monica and said she was only18 years old. She had a very sweet body:a pair of 38-C tits, a nice shapelyass and long, tight legs. She had once looked sweet and innocent but now shewas looking scared and in pain. Al walked up to her and grabbed her long, curly blond hair in a fist and yanked hard. “Brought a visitor, baby. He’sgonna see a really nice show, too. Remember what happened last night, bitch! Well, you’re gonna get it again and worse!” vbcrlfvbcrlf Al quickly shoved a long dildo gag into her mouth. She struggled, butAl skillfully forced her mouth open and shoved the dildo deep until her mouthwas too stuffed to scream. By the look in Monica’s eyes, I could tell thatshe knew what was coming when Al pulled a long piece of thin nylon rope out ofhis jacket pocket . The girl hopelessly struggled, she even tried shaking hertits wildly, straining to avoid the pain of the ropes. But Al, like an oldpro, deftly grabbed a tit by gripping her left nipple in a tight vise-likegrip and pulling her tit out, away from her chest. Monica screamed when Alstretched her firm young tit to its fullest length. Al ignored the feeblemoanings coming from the gag and slowly ties her tit with the rope. He wrapsthe rope tight, making her tit bulge out like a balloon. The large, erecting nipple points out proudly, just begging for attention. And that was one nicething about Monica, she had very large nipples – at least one inch long andalmost one half inch thick. Big nipples, perfect for clamping. vbcrlfvbcrlf Al, however, was tying up her right tit in the same tight bondage. vbcrlfvbcrlfMonica’s tits were really starting to hurt now. And the poor girl knew fromprevious experiences that the pain in her tortured hoots would only get more painful as time went by. After tying her tits tightly, Al abused her nipples with sharp clamps. He grabbed a nipple, rubbed between his fingers and even bent down to suck it once or twice. After he got it nice and hard, he slipped a sharp-toothed clamp over her nip and screwed it down. Monica was soon squirming again, as she felt the awful clamp bite into her tender nipple flesh. Her poor nipple was severely clamped and almost pierced by the sharp teeth of the clamps. Al tightened a clamp around her other nipple, even tighter. Monica just hung there, her tits burning with pain, wondering if the tight ropes and the severe nipple clamps would force blood out through her tortured tit-tips. vbcrlfvbcrlf Al wasn’t done with her tits, however. He attached a length of twine to the end of each nipple clamp and looped this twine through another set of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. By hanging weights onto the end,he could force the clamps to slowly starting lifting Monica’s tits towards the ceiling. With enough weights on, her tits could eventually point straight up. And the clamps on her nipples were designed to pinch tighter as the pull on the rope increased. Al stuck a few weights and sighed with satisfaction as he worked a response out of the poor girl. As more weight was added, her nipples were further crushed by the cruel teeth of the clamps. Her tits were being pulled up and stretched out. She moaned with agony and helplessly shook in her bonds. Every move she made, though, only made here tits bounce and quiver more. vbcrlfvbcrlf Just watching this girl having her tits abused really turned me on. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as my eyes took in the sight of a young girl having her tits cruelly tortured. This was the most pain her young, developing body had ever felt. And I liked seeing that. I noticed that Al had been watching closely for a reaction from me. So, to show him how I felt, I walked up to where the girl hung from the ropes. I slid my hand up to her tits and squeezed the heavy undersides. I pinched and prodded the abused tit flesh with my fingers. I let my other hand slide down her back, from the top of the shoulders down into her ass crack. I fingered her asshole for a moment and let my hand wander down even further. I could feel her body shudder from the dangerous grasp of my hands. I stopped manipulating her breasts and concentrated on the furred lips of her cunt. vbcrlfvbcrlf I looked over at Al and he just kind of looked at me with a “Be my guest” look.
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ith his approval, I went into full action. By this time, my left hand had been rubbing her slickening cunt lips while my right toyed with her clit. After a little time, Monica, much to her shame, began to juice noticably. Her pussy was getting turned on from my touch, even though her tits were still feeling the worst pain of her life and realizing that her wetting cunt was proof of how much she liked this, she hung her head in shame. Monica wondered, “How could I be getting so hot? Here I am getting tortured by a couple of maniacs, and my body seems to like it!” vbcrlfvbcrlf Monica may have been surprised, but Al wasn’t. He was pretty experienced with this kind of stuff, and he knew that after a few days of severe physical pain, combined with a lack of sleep and the added psychological pressure of not knowing how long she would live, most girls ended up turning onto the pain. Humans are wonderfully adaptable. Put a young girl without any experience of hetero sex in an environment of strict bondage and severe discipline, and she would eventually respond by learning to get turned on with pain. “If you get em young enough,” says Al, “you can train them to accept anything. And there are plenty of men in this world who will pay plenty for a well trained young teen.” vbcrlfvbcrlf As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because he made his living by training new sex slaves and selling them to the highest bidder. It’s a great job with alot of percs, when you think about it. You get your pick of all the sweet meat around, get to abuse and fuck them repeatedly and then sell them off when you’re finished. If you get a really good one, you can keep her around for a little longer and then sell her when she doesn’t scream as much as she used to. vbcrlfvbcrlf Monica’s pussy was really creaming now, and my rubbing and pinching had slowly pushed her beyond a mere wettening: she was softly moaning with pleasure, and moving her hips against my thrusting hand. I had slipped three fingers at once into her tight cunt while my other hand rubbed her clit and fingered her pretty pink lips. She was sooning coming against my hand, but my fingers kept on working while her cunt flooded my hands with its juice. I kept working on her cunt till she had finished coming. I could tell that the force of her cum had drained her. She now hung very limply in the ropes – all resistance was gone from her body. The pleasure, along with the pain to heighten it, had finally broken her independent will. Al and I could now do as we pleased with her. And we did. vbcrlfvbcrlf Al walked over to a cabinet, opened it and reached for something in the back. He had picked up a riding crop and brought it to me. “You handled her cunt pretty good, but can you give this little slut what she really needs? vbcrlfvbcrlfI wanna see you whip her, especially the tits. Remember to concentrate on the undersides of her hoots, that’s where they’re most sensitive. Do this and you prove to me that you’re ready to join my little club.” vbcrlfvbcrlf With these words of encouragement ringing through my ears, I took the whip and approached poor Monica. She hung there senselessly, oblivious to all around her. I soon changed that, though. My first blow landed right on the bottom of her big left tit. The sudden shock of pain slowly brought her back to life. Her pain and agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body and put more energy into every stroke of the crop. She was soon shaking again, with the gag frustrating her desire to release a really good scream. If she could only scream, she would be able to release some of her agony. But being forced into a mumbling silence while being severely abused heightened her sense of fear, pain and frustration. I kept whipping her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her reddening cunt with the crop for a few minutes. This attack provoked an even greater response. As the blows fell on her screaming pussy lips, Monica felt herself starting to feel aroused again. Every now and then, a blow fell on her clit and even this abuse heightened her arousal. She was soon coming again as I kept the crop slamming into her twitching cunt. vbcrlfvbcrlf After 15 more minutes of whipping her, my arm grew tired and I put the crop down. I felt drained myself. I had made this girl come three times with her tits tied up. I had even abused her cunt severely, but she managed to come again. What a good little girl, I thought. I couldn’t wait till Al showed me what other things could be done to her. It was at this time, with my dick threatening to bust through my pants, that I decided to dedicate my life to the challenge of following in Al’s footsteps. He had no son, and I had no real parents, so it was a pretty good deal for the both of us. It didn’t turn out good for Monica, though. In his eagerness to show me the tricks of the trade, Al took Monica into a more accelerated and intense training format. She would be introduced to new and more painful forms of torture sooner and with more intensity than the average girl. She would have 9 months worth of pain in about three. Al was hungry, so we went to eat lunch in the kitchen. We just left Monica hanging from the ropes, her tits still tied and clamped. As Al prepared grilled cheese sandwiches, he told my about Monica’s next encounter. He explained how much electricity can hurt a girl if it’s flowing through her cunt and tits. With a few feet of wire, a fully charged car battery and some strategically placed electric clamps, you could have a girl jumping and screaming in seconds. I eagerly awaited a demonstration of this new technique.

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