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She was beautiful. Blond hair, large tits, and excellent body. And she was mine. All mine. I'd tied her up real
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good. A broad leather gag silencing her bitching mouth, arms restrained behind her, bound at elbows , and
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arms. I'd left her fingers free, and they clenched and twisted about.
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I'd taken care of the rest of her body too. There was a strap just under her tits, pushing then up. I bound her
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well toned legs above and below her knees, and at her ankles. To keep her feet raised in the air as she lay
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face-down on the floor, I put a strap binding her lower legs to her thighs.
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This is how she was: beautiful and bound, pleading at me with hazel eyes.
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I smiled at her threw my fright mask. "Ok, Cindy, time to start the real fun." Her eyes got wider, and her
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futile squirmings got more strenuous when I brought out the riding crop. I positioned myself standing
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directly behind her bound-up body, the soles of her feet my aim. She tried to turn and look at me, but she
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couldn't move very much.
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I caressed the sole of her left foot with the crop. Her foot bunched up. I smacked her foot, not hard, but
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enough to sting. A squeal escaped the large gag, and she squirmed fiercely for a minute. When no second hit
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was forthcoming, she settled down...
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and I smacked her right sole, harder. She tried to arch her body, but she couldn't. When the crop came down
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again, she shook her head from right to left, sending her shiny clean hair whipping about her head. I laughed
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at her. "Your a very funny girl, Cindy." and hit her foot with the crop again.
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I kept up this foot torture for more than a half hour. I stopped not because I was getting tired, but because I
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wanted to get some photos of Cindy. She was crying now, and all the more beautiful because of it.
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When she heard the click of the camera, she opened her teary eyes and gave me an accusing look.
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"Now, now, Cindy. I've done nothing to you, never will do anything to you, you don't richly deserve." She
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turned her blond head away from me..
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Of course, I hadn't known Cindy that long. I saw her alone at the mall, and then followed her home and
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kidnapped her from her apartment. But she deserved this treatment simply for having large breasts. If that's
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not enough to convince you, then I'll add this: she was a woman who had never been properly handled by a
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man.
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I returned after taking a few pictures of Cindy an hour later. There had been a knock on my door. A nice
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religious fellow. I talked to him a while; bought a bible. I told him how much I believe in God and the
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Savior.
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The bible I bought was small but heavy. It was leather-bound. I took it to show Cindy. After all, I thought,
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although women are the children of Satan, they ought to get to know the bible. Not of course for their souls,
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as they have none, but to show them what good they can come to if they repent -- after all, Mary bore Jesus.
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When I came back down, Cindy had rolled over onto her side. I had to yank her back into place by her hair.
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Then I sat, stroked her blistering feet, and reading my new bible.
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Religion may be fine and good though, but sometimes a man just needs the amusement of having a soft
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pretty woman squirm under his care.
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I lifted Cindy up by her hair. She gave a little squeal when all her weight was put on a handful of her soft
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blond hair. I lifted her eyes up to mine. Bound up like a trussed pig as she was, her feet were off the ground.
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A low squeal came out from the gag, and she looked at me with pleading eyes.
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"Cindy," I said softly, "I would never do anything to hurt you." and I kissed her left eye, pocking my tongue
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out a little.
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I dragged her by her hair into the other room. She struggled as much as she could through her bonds.
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Leaving her wiggling on the floor, I got some clothes for her to wear in the other room: a pink negligee,
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black silk panty-hose, 3" high-heel dress shoes, also black and a silk scarf. I laid them in front of her.
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"Now Cindy," I said, "I'm going to untie you and leave the room. You are to put on these clothes. I'll be
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back in five minutes."
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When I undid the straps binding her ankles and legs together, she tried to kick out at me. I slapped the feeble
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attempt away. Grabbing her by her hair again, I pushed her gagged face into the hard wood floor, took the
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taser from my belt, and jabbed it into the side of her ass.
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This taser I use is especially designed: not meant to ward off muggers, but to keep misbehaving girls in line.
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It's voltage is low, but frequency is high. Thus, when I turned it on with the two bare metal prongs jabbing
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into Cindy's ass-cheeks, she started going into convulsions. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head; if I
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hadn't had already untied her legs, she probably would've snapped her spine.
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I valiantly held the taser against her body for more than a minute against her convulsions. When I let off, she
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sagged to the ground. Her eyes were half-open. I undid the gag first, unwrapping her soft lips. Drool flowed
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freely from her open mouth. I bent down and placed my tongue in her mouth, moving it around. Her tongue
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had swollen a little, but was even now returning to normal.
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I rolled my dazed little girl onto her stomach again, her large breast pushed out against the carpet as she lay
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flat. I undid the cruel leather binding to her arms. I also undid the strap that had been placed under her
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breasts. I rolled her onto her back and lifted her breasts up by her tits to examine the red marks it had made
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to their undersides. Quite satisfying.
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I left her just as the gasps and moans she was making starting turning intelligible again.
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"Put the clothes on, Cindy, or I will hurt you, although it's against my better nature." I smiled, but she could
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not see it through the mask. I left the room, and locked the door behind me. While I waited, I drank a beer.
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All this play had left me with a sweat.
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I wasn't actually expecting Cindy to have dressed in the clothes I'd left -- I just wanted an excuse to hurt her,
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so no-one could say I was acting unjustly, but I was pleasantly surprised to find out she had.
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When I came into the windowless room a few minutes later, there she stood -- her arms covering her
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breasts, legs held so tightly together that she swayed a little on the heels. I was pleased. The negligee hugged
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her figure well. She'd tied the scarf up behind her head like a bow.
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for the first time, she could speak and did: "Who are you! Let me go! I'll call the police!" her voice was
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quaking. Since I didn't want to gag her again quite yet, I held up the taser, turned it on, so the electricity
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sparked between the two tips. she shut up instantly.
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I walked over to her, and took her by the arm. Without saying a word, holding the taser casually against the
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small of her back, I led her out of the room. I took her the long way around, so that we passed by the wide
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open picture window of my living room. I led her right up in front of it, so she was in plain view of
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everyone, and could see everyone. But the only people on the street some distance off were a dog and a
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child playing. The child waved at us. "See, Cindy," I said, "You are so close to the outside ... If you call out,
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someone might hear you." we stayed their a minute longer. A jogger wearing headphones ran by. But he
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only gave a short glance at us and ran off. The hopeful look on Cindy's face faded away and she started to
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cry.
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I yanked at her elbow to get her going again. finally, we ended up in the play room. I'd cleared all the other
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furniture away, and had only left standing the double stocks in the middle of the room - a device I'd
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constructed by putting on stock on top of the other. I use it to a nice effect, which I'll explain later.
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I locked the door and led Cindy to the stocks. Opening up the above stock, I gently forced Cindy's head and
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arms into it, and locked it up tight. Since she was protesting again, I determined it was time to regag her. I
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chose a gag like a bit they use with horses -- it pushed her teeth apart and pulled her lips in as I drew it back
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tightly. It made her seem to have a huge grimace. The sight was so amusing that I laughed. Her eyes had
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such a frightened look I had to grab her hair, and shake her blond head from side to side, saying in my best
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woman's voice, "No no oh please no!" I laughed harder at my own joke.
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Cindy was having trouble balancing on her high-heels now, so I undertook to alleviate her discomfort. I
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lifted up her right foot and put it into the lower stock, which was only a foot and a half below her head, then
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did the same with her right foot. I turned the key so that the foot-holes tightened and held her in place.
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The stocks are well balanced and weighted so that their captives awkward position did not unbalance them.
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Now Cindy's ass was sticking straight out, and I could see the crack of her ass through the negligee.
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Supported only by her neck, wrists, and ankles, Cindy's back arched out, making her lovely breasts push
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against the pink outfit.
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After snapping a few more pictures of her, I decided I wanted to be really free. So I strapped a padded
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blindfold over her eyes and took my clothes of. Now Cindy could not see me. I stood close to her face, my
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quivering penis mere inches from her face. I stroked her hair. "Yes, Cindy," I whispered, my voice now clear
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from the mask, "You are very lovely. can't you just feel the special something we have with each other now?
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When I finish with you for today, you'll be so much more mine." She shook her gagged, blindfolded blond
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head back and forth, garbling something against the gag. "If you can't even speak clearly, girl, I'm not going
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to listen to you."
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It was time to have some fun of my own now.
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Since Cindy had all the time in the world, I browsed my collection of whips and other stuff slowly, carefully
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deciding. At first, I took down the braided cat-o-nine-tails. I walked slowly over to Cindy, looking at her
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swaying rump, barely covered by the thin negligee. I ran the whip slowly, gently over it several times, then
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drew my arm back to strike her. but I stopped. it wasn't quite right. Her ass deserved a severe whipping, but
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not with this toy. Another then.
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I put the cat back on the shelf and browsed some more. Maybe the heavy oak paddle. I hefted it, and once
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more stroked Cindy's quivering ass with it. I playfully tapped the paddle against her stuck-out rump a few
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times. It made a nice sound, but it still wasn't right.
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Then I got it! My new bible, of course! I told Cindy to wait here and went to get it. Ah yes, nice and heavy
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in my hand: I could spank her with it with the cover, or any of the edges. Perfect.
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I rushed downstairs and ran into the room. Cindy lifted her sagging head, but of course could not see
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anything. I didn't stop for a minute: the heavy spank I laid on her ass-cheeks came at the very end of running
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up to her. *SMACK*
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Cindy grunted through the gag; she shook slightly, sending her body into unbalanced waverings. Her breasts
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jiggled nicely.
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*SMACK*
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Again she squeeled and wiggled. Laughing, I delivered several more strokes. *SMACK*SMACK*SMACK*
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Her muffled grunts of protest only spurred me on. I tried to land harder and harder blows. Of course, the
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thin clothes she wore bore a tad of the force, but that only encouraged me to pound harder.
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*SMACK*SMACK* went the bible against her cute rump.
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"gaargll...mphhh!" went Cindy.
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eventually, the negligee ripped and tore off her butt where I was spanking her. I saw her ass was red from
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the attention. I thought about stopping -- now my arm _was_ getting tired -- when my boy rushed in.
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Jonny's my boy. Child of the first woman I ever raped. when I had heard she was pregnant, I went and stole
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the boy from her. After all, he is my child, not hers.
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Jonny, twelve, rushed in calling "daddy daddy!" he stopped when he saw Cindy in the rack. he stared -- but
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not because he'd never seen this before. On the contrary, he was growing up to be just like his father. He got
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hard-ons and came gallons already. I'd let him play with a few woman, and he was a naturally at it.
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Sometimes his imagination impressed me. this one brunette, a few months before Cindy, he'd tied her feet up
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behind her and about her neck, then glued her hands to her tits. I found him and a young friend of his playing
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"tug-a-war" with her. my son won -- the hand of the arm her was pulling on ripped off the breast first... later
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that night, with her legs still bound over her head, I tucked him into bed, and he tied her to the bed upside-
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down next to him, and put a candle in her asshole for a night light. in the morning he dragged her, still in the
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same position, downstairs. he ordered me to make him lots of pancakes, which I was glad to do, he is a
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growing boy. but instead of eating them, he rolled them up and started shoving them, one after the other,
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into the brunette's pussy and asshole until no more could fill her up. Then he boiled butter and poured it into
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her cunt and ass. I had to agree with him, her smell was wonderful...
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Anyway, I'm reminiscing. Jonny came in and saw me and my toy their. "what's her name, dad?" Cindy's head
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perked up. maybe she thought my little boy would call the police, No such luck.
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"Cindy's a nice name, girl. can I play with her. dad?"
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"have you finished the project I assigned you yet?"
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"uhh...no..."
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"when you finish it, I might let you play with her. after I've had my fun."
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he left, leaving me and Cindy's red bottom behind. I kneaded her ass cheeks with my hands while I thought.
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they were warm and tender from the beating. still not having an idea, I defaulted to spanking her again.
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*SMACK* her wriggling and muffled grunts turned me on, and I thought there must be some way to repay
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her for the pleasure she was giving me...
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then I had and idea. I went and emptied the content of the freezer upstairs into a cooler, and went back
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down. I tore of the fragile clothes she was wearing. her beat red ass smiled up at me.
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in the refrigerator Jonny had a stock of popsicles. he had all kinds. thick push-ups and double-sticks and
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cones. they were well frozen, as we always had the freezer on high.
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I took a handful of popsicles, around eight, and took them to Cindy's rear. "Here you go. Have some
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popsicles" I said, slowly inserting one into her pussy. Her body quivered. I pushed another one in, then
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another. Then I grabbed their sticks and slowly fucked Cindy with them. a low hum escaped her gag, so I
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could only assume she was enjoying it.
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I decided I'd grant her more pleasure, and got one of those big push-ups and inserted it into her ass. By this
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time, the pops' in her cunt were beginning to melt, so I replaced them with new ones, and fucked both her
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pussy and ass with the ice. Her moans got louder.
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Seeing her pussy and asshole safely in progress, I took two big freezer packs from the chest. I strapped them
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firmly to Cindy's big tits. Slow spasms were staring to overtake her body. I replaced the popsicles in her ass
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and pussy.
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I took some ice in a pair of tongs -- didn't want to get me hands cold -- and went to the front, so I could
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administer to Cindy's face and feet.
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The soles of her feet still had blisters and red-marks from the whipping earlier, so I applied the ice their first.
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Cindy curled her toes in protest. Then I found two cone-like pieces of ice and inserted them under the
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blindfold, inside her ears.
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Again I replaced her ass and pussy ice.
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Then I took to her sides. I strapped on several ice-packs to her sides, and one on the small of her back. I put
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one on the top of her head, then on her thighs and calves.
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I took the tongs and applied ice cubes wherever she had flesh exposed. I stuck several into her mouth and
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she began choking on them. Two more went under her blindfold on her eyes. Anytime ice melted, or an ice-
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pack got cold, I replaced it.
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She began to tremble fiercely. I left the room to get supper, and turned the four air-conditioners on full,
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aimed right at her body.
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Dinner was rice and chicken. After that, I helped Jonny with his homework and watched the game.
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After tucking Jonny in, I returned to Cindy. The room was extremely cold. Most of the ice was still strapped
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to her. I put on a heavy winter coat, removed all the ice from her, unhooked her from the machine, and
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carried her upstairs.
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Her body was blue all over. She shivered a lot. I found it funny and even woke Jonny up so he could come
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downstairs and laugh at her.
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Ten minutes after being upstairs, Cindy mouthed the word "why and looked at me. I just shrugged. She fell
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unconscious.
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I carried her into the attic, and put her in a padded cage. 3'x3'x3', I had to curl her up to get her in. I put
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water and dog-food in their for her to eat. so that she wouldn't be lonely the next few days -- I would have
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to be at work, I turned on the 28" TV in front of her, and put in one of my home-made laser-disk snuff films
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on loop-mode for her to enjoy.
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(Oh, just for the curious, there was a drainage pipe at the other end of the cage for her to shit and piss in.
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That was Monday. I was unfortunately busy all that week, so I never got a chance to see her. I left
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instructions for Jonny to entertain her, but not to touch her.
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Jonny, ever the kindly child, left a list of ways he entertained her while I was gone:
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Tuesday: Came in, Cindy was sleeping. Banged on cage for half an hour. She screamed at me to stop. It was
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fun.
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Wednesday: Told her some good jokes; "q: what do you call three blonds hanging by their nipples? a:
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pinatas"
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Thursday: Convinced her I was going to let her go. Gave her clothes. Let her bathe. Let her call dummy
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police (my friend). Told her how sorry I was. Let her get three feet out the door, then jimmy jumped her and
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we dragged her screaming and kicking back upstairs. Very funny.
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Although the last thing he did violated my orders, I let it go because it was very funny.
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I got back to Cindy Friday night at eight. She was asleep, curled up in her cage, crying even as she slept. The
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sight was so pitiful I was moved to a hard-on.
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I opened the cage. She awoke groggily and then suddenly as I yanked her by her hair out of the cage. She
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tried to scream, but I immediately stuck a gag in her mouth. It was the inflatable kind, and I pumped it up
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with air until her cheeks bulged.
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I snapped a collar around her neck and handcuffed her hands to it, behind her head. Then I led her roughly
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to the corner of the room, where I tied her ankles to rings in the floor.
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Standing back, fingering my cock, I turned my machine on. Instantly, a rope snapped up from the floor,
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finding its way in between her pussy lips and ass cheeks. The rope was attached to hinges in the ceiling;
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these pulleys began to turn the rope about, and as it did so, pulled up even more tightly on it, so it was firmly
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wedges in her crack. It spun slowly at first, but picked up speed. Cindy wriggled and squirmed, but could
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not avoid it. She was forced by the tension to stand, the motors purring as they wound the rope against her.
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She tried to scream, but her tongue was flattened against he mouth by the balloon-gag, and nothing but a
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whistle escaped her nose. Her eyes went wild and she arched her head. The motors turned the rope ever
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faster between her butt crack. I waited until it reached sixty revolutions per minute, and then turned it off.
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When Cindy slumped to the ground, I examined her pussy and ass-cheeks. Some of the flesh had been
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scraped off by the cruel device. She tried to moan and looked up at me with wide pleading eyes.
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"Oh, Cindy, the evenings just started..."
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Cindy's DD tits, I decided, needed my attention next. Except for the icepacks, I hadn't touched them yet. I
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went and got another pair of heels, these 5"ers, very narrow. I had some difficulty getting them on Cindy's
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feet, though hers weren't wide. When they were on, I lifted her by her hair onto her feet. She wobbled. I
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looked into her eyes and said, "if you fall, I will have to hurt you".
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I attached a chain leash to her collar and led her to another part of the house. Oh, I could've tortured her
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nips in that room, but seeing her naked, gagged, and hobbling about the house was fun.
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Eventually, I got her to the basement. I led her to the wall and shackled her ankles to the rings their. Then I
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forced her elbows, forced out and up by her hands still cuffed behind her neck, to the wall. She made the
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perfect target. I deflated the gag a little so I could hear her suffering better.
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Then I got out my tit-torturing kit. It's filled with all kind of fun toys. First I took out the surgical clamp. I
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held it up for my blond-haired captive to see.
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With one hand, I started gently teasing her right nipple. Slowly, it began to harden. I looked strait into
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Cindy's eyes while doing this. She was frightened. I waved the clamp in front of her face. She was more
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frightened.
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When her nipple was standing out, I grabbed her breast with my hand and squeezed it. Cindy shut her eyes
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tight, but could not avoid the pain when I attached the clamp. The breathing through her gag became heavy
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and ragged.
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I slapped the dangling clamp back and forth, watching how it made her breasts sway.
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I went back to my tray and got a large rubber band. Squeezing and pulling at her left tit, I slid the band on
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until it was all the way against her chest and let it snap closed. It turned her tit-flesh white where it bit. I
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took another, tighter, band and did the same, this time about and inch above the first band. I continued this
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until there were four band on her left tit. It stood out strait and deformed. It looked very painful, and the low
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screeched Cindy was making enforced that idea.
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Then I went and got a whip. This was a short bull-whip that left nasty red marks but wouldn't break the skin.
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Most of the time.
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My first game with her tits was trying to whip of the clamp. It took about five hits, but I finally scored on
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her pinched nipple and the clamp came flying off. With each blow, Cindy screamed in pain, as I intended her
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to. She thrashed violently against her restraints. The screams through her gag were quite erotic. Loud and
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agonizing. Welts grew up around the five whip-marks.
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When she calmed down, I lashed her right tit again. She screamed and thrashed about. I waited.
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*THRASH*
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*Aaaiiigghhh!!!*
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wait
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thrash
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Scream.
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Jonny came into the room to watch the show. He was eating pop-corn. "Like what you see?"
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"Why are you being so gentle with her?"
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This riled me up. I had thought I was being mean, but thinking back on it, I hadn't inflicted as much suffering
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on Cindy as she deserved.
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"OK, boy, you try"
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"Gladly!" He gave me a big smile. He loved this more than baseball. He walked up to Cindy, who looked
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down at him with fright. Moans almost like words escaped her mouth. Jonny laughed, "I'm going to enjoy
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hurting you, Cindy."
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He went and got his junior electrician set. He attached leads to her nipples, the undersides of her breasts, her
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nose, her ears, her eyebrows, her thighs, her pussy lips, and even her toes. She was beginning to look like a
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Christmas-tree.
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Mmm. The popcorn was good.
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Instead of just turning the power on, and watch his playmate writhe in extreme agony like I had thought he
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planned, he went and got a poker from the fire place. It was cold, however.
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"Cindy," he said, "I'm going to ungag you. every time you make a sound, I'll turn the power on for a
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minute." No asking if she understood. Just facts.
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He reached up and undid the gag. She stretched her aching jaw but otherwise was silent. Then, without
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warning, he swung the poker with both hands fiercely into the side of her leg. She jolted and cried out.
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Without a word, Jonny turned on the power to Cindy. She creamed in agony for a minute, her body writhing
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in torture, her eyes again rolling up into her head. Since she made a sound, he left the power on for another
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minute. It took five minutes of painful, but harmless, shock-therapy to remind Cindy to be quiet. When she
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shut up, he started beating her again with the poker.
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*SMACK* On the side of her leg. She jolted, but stayed quiet.
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*SMACK* Into her sore and tender left tit, still squeezed hideously by the rubber bands. She shut her eyes
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and bit her tongue, but stayed quiet.
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But when he rammed the poker against her cunt *SMACK* she cried out. **aaiinngghh** she shrieked,
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tossing her blond hair about in a frenzy.
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Jonny turned on the power to her again, slightly higher this time. Cindy looked as if she was a bit of water
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on a red-hot pan, she quivered so much. Spittle flew from her mouth. Without thinking, she began squealing
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like a pig.
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"Well, it's been fun, dad. but I gotta go play now..." and he ran off, handing me the poker. I just sat and
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watched Cindy vibrate with pain for a while. She shook so fiercely from the electricity I thought she make
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snap her bonds. So I unhooked her, and watched her writhe on the floor. She rolled around and around like
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some deranged maniac. The rubber bands snapped off her breast.
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Eventually, all the leads onto her vulnerable naked flesh snapped off, and she lay on the floor. Small burns
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marked the regions where the electricity had entered her. She continued to drool and moan.
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I uncuffed and uncolored her, and dragged her to the shower. I got undressed and stepped into the shower
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with her. My cock pressed against her flesh as I happily washed her hair and breasts and body. When she
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finally came around, I pushed her roughly over the low wall of the tub, removed the nosel from the shower,
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and used it like a whip to beat her ass again. The fact she could cry out "stop! please stop!" Told me she was
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OK still.
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I stopped and yanked her so she faced me. She slumped against my body and whispered, "please... I'll do
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anything you want. just let me rest."
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"Cindy," I said, groping a breast to emphasize my point, "I want to torture you. and you don't rest until I do.
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it's 9:30 now. I don't go to bed till around two."
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She groaned and slumped to the floor. I figured she wanted to be tortured here, in the bathroom. Fine with
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me.
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I grabbed a fat brush from a cabinet and began to beat her breasts with it. When she tried to cover herself, I
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put my knees on her elbows and smacked her face with the brush a few times. The bright red marks it drew
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out were very lovely.
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I stood her up and pushed her into the wall. I pressed my body against her back, so my cock rested on her
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bruised ass-crack. I started fucking her pussy with the brush, keeping her against the wall. She wailed and
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cried, but I held her still. I moved the brush to her asshole.
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"Please..." she begged me.
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"Sure!" I was happy to reply, and jammed it in. Her shriek hurt my ears so much I had to strangle her a little
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bit to shut her up. But I think I overdid it, because she started spasming again, heaving for air as I slid the
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brush faster and faster in and out of her asshole.
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I let go and she collapsed, gasping for air, hair-brush still poking out of her ass. "CRAWL!" I commanded
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and kicked her onto all fours. She crawled all around the bathroom. I made her stop by the toilet bowl. I
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peed in it and said "lap it up, bitch!" She went to pull her head away, but I forced it down into the pissy
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water. When I let her up to breath, I again commanded Cindy to drink, and she took a small sip and gagged.
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I kicked her in the gut and she puked into the toilet-bowl. My cock was near bursting point now, so I
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decided to take it easy. I picked her up and carried her downstairs. I hogtied and gagged her and set her on
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the couch next to me. I kneaded her tits and played with her pussy all during my favorite Friday TV shows.
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I went to bed early, leaving Cindy hogtied inside her cage. To clean her off, I put a water-hose into her cage
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and left it on all night.
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Oh, did I mention the cock gag I made her wear to bed? One of my favorites. Connected to a tube, it
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injected cum and piss into her throat at irregular intervals.
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"Night night, Cindy. Sleep well! I've had such a fun time with you tonight. I've reserved all of tomorrow for
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you!"
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