He caressed her, and smiled as she trembled at his touch. His hands ran the length of her long lithe body, stopping to tweak her nipples, then on down to her pussy where he slid a finger into her luscious slit. Her pussy was shaved, (he had shaved it) and he loved the sight of it. She wiggled, writhed at his touch. He stood back and looked at her. She was beautiful, tall and thin, blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her tits were very large and firm, her pussy full and plump, her clit not quite peeking out of the folds.

What made her more lovely is the fact that she was all his. Her hands tied and chained to a rope in the ceiling, her feet spread wide and tied to the floor. She was gagged. ALL HIS. They were alone in a large barn which he had renovated for his needs. It was basically one very large bedroom/torture chamber. If you looked around, you would see various whips, chains, gags, clamps, clips, dildoes, and other implements of sex and torture. The girl hanging in the rope was all of 18 years old. He did not care about her, save that she satisfy his deepest, darkest needs.

He picked up a small whip, and walked over to the girl. "I am going to whip you now, just to show you that I can, and will, whip you when the mood strikes me to do so." He raised the whip and brought it down on her left breast. She tried to scream through the gag, but before the scream could escape her throat, he lay the whip upon her right breast. She writhed and moaned in the ropes. He raised the whip and brought it down upon her breast again,

He loved watching her face as the whip raised bright red welts upon her tits. He was in no way done with her. He picked up a leather halter and tied it across her tits. He grabbed her nipples and pulled her tits through the holes in the front of the halter. Her tits were now firmly tied, the leather digging into her tender flesh. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, nipping and then, biting each one. She cried as his teeth caressed her tender whipped nipples. Inspite of her predicament, her nipples grew long and hard. He chuckled, and put his hand in her hair. He pulled it as his other hand slid down her stomach to her pussy. He parted her pussy lips and began to stroke her clit. She squirmed and writhed, trying to avoid his probing finger. He dug it into her cunt, roughly fucking her with it. Then he added another finger, and still another. She groaned in pain as his fingers stretched her pussy wide. "You are mine, and I will have you as I please. You will learn to please me, or you will be punished." He whispered to her as he pulled his fingers out of her.

He stood away from her and undressed. His cock was hard and pulsing. He picked up the whip again, and caressed her nipples with it. She moaned. He

began to stroke his cock as he raised the whip and

brought it down on the end of her left nipple. Again and again, the whip caressed her tender, tied tits. He moaned, and his cock began to swell. She writhed in her ropes, unable to escape the blow of the whip. He grinned and lay the whip upon her red, welted tits. As she tried to scream through her gag, he shot his cum all over her naked mound. He relaxed with a sigh, then turned and left. She hung there her mind in turmoil. She knew she could not escape, and knew that he would be back. She wished that if she could not escape, that she could die. She would not be so lucky.

Several hours passed before he returned. He untied her feet, and then her arms. Her arms were numb from being above her head, and when he cut her down, she could not use them. He led her to a low chair, and pushed her into it. He tied her hands behind her back, her legs spread wide. When she was tied securely, he removed her gag. As she opened her mouth to scream, he stuffed something in it. He quickly adjusted the ring gag before she knew what had happened. Now her mouth was securely held open, forming a perfect ' O' . She could make noises, and even scream, but she could not talk. With her arms behind her back, her tied tits were thrust forward, presented for his use. Her hairless pussy, open, vulnerable.

He was naked. He picked up a short, flat leather strap, and moved to stand before her face. The low chair she sat on, made her mouth level with

his cock. She stared wide eyed as he began to stroke it in front of her face. Suddenly, he slapped her naked cunt with the strap! She exploded in a scream as the leather found her sensitive pussy lips and stung them. Again he slapped her

cunt. She writhed and cried in the chair, watched his cock as it began to pulse in his hand. He put one hand in her hair and stepped forward. She turned her head as he pushed his cock to her ringed lips. He yanked her hair, and pulled her back. His cock slid into that warm wet hole, and he moaned. Pulling her hair, he forced her head up and down on his cock. He wished she could suck it, but that would be later. He thrust into her mouth, then down into her throat. She gagged and he pulled out to let her get some air, then pushed his throbbing cock down her throat again. He fucked it, as if it were her cunt. He groaned, thrust harder and faster. He brought the belt down on her pussy once again, and when she tried to scream with his cock buried deep in her throat, the spasms milked his cock. He shot his load down her throat and into her stomach. He held her head on his cock until it was soft, then pulled out and walked away. He had said not a word. Her throat hurt like hell, her pussy and nipples were on fire. "God, what else could he do to her?" she asked herself. As it turned out, he could, and would do, alot more.

That evening he untied her hands, and cuffed them in front of her. He released her feet, removed her gag, and pulled her out of the chair. He led her to the bathroom where he told her to shower. He watched as the water cascaded down her skin. She did not say anything, as her mouth was sore from being held open. He saw her work her jaw to loosen it as she soaped her lithe young body. She washed her hair, and the rest of her body slowly, carefully, as best she could with her cuffed hands, trying to remove every scent of him from herself. He laughed quietly. This was fine with him, she would have his scent upon her soon enough. He held out a towel and told her to step into it. She did as he said and he dried her off. He led her to the other room where he sat her at a small table and chained her feet to a ring in the floor. He fixed her some dinner, and watched as she refused to eat it. He picked up the whip and lay it on the table and told her "eat". She chose not to argue, and quietly began eating. She was hungry, and it did not take long for her to clean the plate. Then he led her to the bed in the corner, chained her foot to it, and left her to sleep.

When she awoke the next morning, she did not see him anywhere. She tried to get the cuff and chain off of her ankle to no avail. The cuff was metal, the chain strong and the lock huge. She was not going to get it off. She lay back in the bed and wondered why he was doing this to her. Oh she knew it was sex he wanted, however strange it might be, but why her? She lay there silently, tears falling down her cheeks. She curled up and tried to go back to sleep.

A while later he returned. He smiled at her curled form as he walked to the bed. He knew she was awake. He leaned down and drew a collar out of his pocket. He fastened it on her neck, even though she struggled against it. He was a big man,

and very strong. She did not stand a chance. He attached a length of chain to the collar and locked it to a ring in the floor. She could now move about enough to go the the bathroom if she needed to. He was not worried about her attacking him, as there was nothing in the room within her reach that she could use against him. She remained on the bed, not speaking. He sat at the table and watched her. Sometime later, she got up and headed for the bathroom. He grabbed her as she walked by and pushed her, face down over the table. "I have to pee !!" she cried out. He laughed and forced her legs apart.and reached down to her pussy. Stroking it lightly at first, then harder. Suddenly she screamed as he pushed 3 fingers all at once into her pussy, twisted and turned them, opening her hole wide. She struggled and he held her down firmly, and began finger fucking her. She cried as his fingers dug in and out of her. He could feel that her bladder was full, and he caressed it from inside her pussy. She moaned and cried as her need to pee built within her. He knew that most persons could not pee themselves, a result of 'potty training'. But he wanted her to pee for him. Wanted it here and now. To make her pee down her legs and onto the floor would be a sure way of humiliating her, and letting her know how much control he really had over her. He began to put more pressure on her pussy as he whispered, "do it, pee for me."

She struggled and he leaned down on her to hold her more firmly. His fingers fucking in and out of her, pushing against her bladder. "Come on slave, piss for me !!!" he demanded. She cried all the harder as he dug his fingers into her more cruelly, his thumb on her clit. She was wildly bucking her ass, trying to get away from his probing fingers, to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Then, he felt the beginning of wetness on his hand. He dug his fingers in deeper still and then squeezed. He was rewarded with her cry of shame as she let her piss flow freely onto his hand and the floor. He held her there until the stream stopped. Then released her. She covered her face with her hands and cried. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands and brought back a mop. He handed it to her and told her to clean up her mess. She meekly did as he told her to do. He took the mop from her and rinsed it out, put it away, and left.

When he returned, she was once again on the bed, curled up and softly crying. He sat on the edge of the bed and lightly caressed her hair. He spoke to her. "You see, you really do belong to me, even if you don't believe so now. I can make you do ANYTHING I want you to do. And you will do so without question, eagerly, once you have learned your lessons." She moaned and shook her head no. He left her to ponder her predicament, and hoped she would realize the truth of his words. He went out for groceries, and other needed things. When he returned several hours later, she was still on the bed. He said nothing to her, but went about the room gathering various lengths of rope. He tied some of the ropes to rings in the old barn wall, and threaded two more ropes to rings in the beams of the ceiling. He went to the girl. She struggled as he put cuffs on her ankles and hands. He laughed at her feeble attempt to stop him. He unchained her foot and dragged her to the wall. There he tied the ropes to her wrist cuffs. She tried to kick him and he put his arm across her chest and leaned on her. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hard, demanding kiss, taking her breath away. He managed to grab her legs and pull her off her feet. She hung from the wall by her wrists. He threaded the ceiling ropes through the rings on her ankle cuffs, and dropped her feet.

She did not know what was going on, she screamed and struggled against the ropes. He began to pull the ceiling ropes. Her feet came off the floor, her legs spreading wider and wider as he pulled the ropes. Finally, she was spread eagle in the air, her cunt exactly the heighth of his cock. She writhed in the bonds and he told her, "the more you struggle, the more you will hurt yourself. You may struggle if you wish, I rather enjoy the sight, but any harm done to you, you will have done yourself." As his words sank in, she stopped struggling. Be damned if she would give him the pleasure of seeing her struggle! "YOU SON OF A BITCH" she screamed at him. The sound of his laughter sent chills up her spine.

"You will pay dearly for that remark my lovely. But, for the moment, I only desire the use of your cunt." He stepped between her legs and stroked her pussy. Then he leaned down and kissed her clit, running his tongue over and around it. He nibbled her pussy lips, thrust his tongue into her as far as he could and fucked her with it. She tasted so sweet, so hot. She moaned and began to wiggle in the ropes, unable to resist his hot probing tongue. She was getting wetter, getting closer to cumming when he suddenly stopped. He thrust his cock into her dripping pussy making her cry out as he stretched her open. He stood still and took her hips in his hands. He pushed her away from him, then pulled her back, swinging her in the ropes, forcing her pussy onto his cock. She thrashed in the ropes, half from fear and pain, half from pleasure. Back and forth he pushed her, watching as her pussy impaled itself on his cock. He loved watching it sink into her, and come out shining with her juices...He felt her pussy begin to clamp down on his cock. He moved her faster and faster on his cock, and then when he too was ready to cum, he thrust forward, as he pulled her back. She screamed as his cock hit bottom and he held her there, her pussy squeezing, sucking his cock until he dumped his hot cum deep into her pussy. She writhed and moaned and finally her body went rigid as she came on his still throbbing cock.

When his cock grew soft, he withdrew. He gently lowered her feet to the floor, then untied her hands. She collapsed against him and he carried her to the bed. He lay her down and fastened her foot to the chain. He stroked her hair and said, "see, you even like it. You love the way I use your hot pussy. It makes you cum." She shook her head in denial, and he chuckled. "Lying to me is not a wise idea my dear. Your pussy was as hot and wet as any cunt in heat. When you came, your pussy nearly squeezed my cock off. Oh yes, you like it my little slave, and soon, you will not only admit it, you will beg for it."

For several days, he let her eat and rest, during which time he hung a large blanket across one corner of the barn. She could hear him as he worked and hummed behind the blanket, but she could see nothing. Wondering what he was up to she asked, "what are you doing back there?" She heard him chuckle as he answered, "shall we say it is a sort of gift for you. One I am sure I will love seeing you have." He went back to work, and she wondered what he meant.