A story about what one admirer would like to do to my pain slut alter-ego Lyzi.  As ever, if you don't like adult material or it would be illegal for you to view it then don't read on.  The content of this story is pretty extreme BDSM, so be warned.

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*** Friday ***

Ben should be used to this by now, but he still felt
butterflies in his stomach.  It was 8:00 Friday night
and he had taken the day off from work to meet his new
slave at the airport.  

People were filing out of the international arrival
area by the hundreds. Limousine drivers and anxious
lovers stood by the velvet ropes watching the parade
of humanity rush out into the main concourse with
luggage in tow.

Scanning the streaming crowd, Guy caught the eye of a
nubile young girl with short ginger-colored hair.  He
was surprised to see how petite and slender she was.  

Lyzi returned his gaze and ran into his arms.  A few
souls gawked at the sudden sight of a 40-year-old man
and an 18-year-old girl kissing passionately,
thoroughly swapping saliva.  None dared offer a
comment.  

Breaking their lip lock for breath, Guy asked, "How
was your flight, Lyzi?"

"It was so boring!" she gasped.  Whispering, she
added, "I can't wait for the torture to start!" 

"Well, the torture will have to wait until tomorrow. 
We can't make the last train now.  So we'll stay in a
hotel tonight and I'll take you home with me
tomorrow."

"Okay," she said.

Hand in hand, Ben led Lyzi through the airport. Lyzi
had traveled light, carrying only a small knapsack on
her back.  Ben had told her in their emails that she
would be naked most of the time, as is proper for a
slave. "What did you bring?" he asked.

"I just brought a couple of changes of clothes, and a
tiny bikini for when we go to that beach you told me
about."

"Lake George?" he said.

"Yeah!  That!" she said.  "I also brought my video
camera and some flesh tunnels, like I told you about."

"Cool!" he said as the continued walking through the
airport.  Once outside, Ben hailed a cab to take them
to one of the many hotels that surrounded the airport
in Newark.  

Ben had made reservations, so they checked in quickly
and went up to their room.  "You must be tired and
hungry after that flight, Lyzi.  I'm sure tired after
my long train ride to meet you here."

"Yeah, let's eat.  But you're going to starve me,
right?"

"Oh yeah!  By the time you go back home, you'll be
just flesh and bones.  But for now, let's eat and hit
the sack so I can take you home with me tomorrow."

They went downstairs to the restaurant where Ben
ordered grilled sandwiches for both of them.  "What's
the first thing you're going to do to torture me?" she
asked. 

"Well, I'll probably lace your mouth shut first thing.
After that, we'll see."

"I'm so wet thinking about it, Ben!"

"And I'm so hard thinking about it, too!"

After dinner, they returned to the room and fell into
each other's arms for another long passionate kiss. 
Ben leaned back in Lyzi's embrace.  "I'm going to take
a shower before bed.  Care to join me?"

"Sure!" said Lyzi.  "I bet you just want to see me
naked!"

"I sure do!" he chuckled.

Leading her into the bathroom, he began undressing her
and kissing her.  "Ooh, your body is so young and
delicious!" he said.  

"When do I get to see yours?" she asked.

"Right now," he answered and undressed in front of
her.

He stepped into her once again, and resumed kissing,
his erect member pushing its way between her legs. 
"Ooh!" she gasped.

Pulling her with him, he turned the water on and
stepped into the shower.

They soaped up, and kissed and washed their hair, and
kissed, and rinsed off, and then they kissed.

Turning the water off, Ben and Lyzi toweled each other
off.  Ben took her by the hand and led her back to the
bedroom. 

"Now what?" she asked coyly.

"Now we fuck."

"Okay," she said.

Climbing into bed together, he pushed her onto her
back and mounted her.  He immediately began to kiss
her while pinching her nipples with his fingers.  Lyzi
responded eagerly, wrestling their tongues together
and drinking each other's saliva.  

He soon crawled down her chest and began sucking on
her nipples while she ran her nimble fingers through
his dark hair.  Her teenage breasts were small but
firm, her nipples aroused to his touch.  

"Are you going to bite my nipples off now?" she asked
nervously.  

He looked up from nibbling on her nipple.  "Nah, I
don't want any screaming tonight.  I'll wait until
after I've laced your mouth closed this weekend before
I start eating your body."

"I can't wait, Ben!" she panted.

"It'll happen soon enough, Lyzi."  He resumed sucking
on her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth and
licking it with his tongue.  

After repeating with her other nipple, he began to
crawl down her body.  He stopped at her navel and
sucked on it for a while before continuing downward.

He crawled down, sucked on her public hair for a
moment, then pressed his face into her pussy.  She was
already so wet when he slid his tongue between her
pussy lips.  He licked up and down, drinking her
juices, and then slid his tongue into her vagina. 

Her tender teenage body quivered as he slowly fucked
her vagina with his tongue. 

He moved upward and found her clitoris already
engorged.  Drawing it into his mouth, he sucked the
tiny nub in deep while flicking and swirling it with
his tongue.  A moment later, her body began rocking
violently with every lick of his tongue.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned in sync with every lick. 
It was always such a rush for Ben to play a woman like
that, to be in total control of her orgasm.  

After a time, he stopped and crawled up her and rested
his body upon hers, whereupon he thrust his hips down
and entered her.  He pumped inside her while his
orgasm built slowly at first as his member slid in and
out her thoroughly soaked vagina.  After another
moment, his own body rocked as she shot his seed deep
inside her.  

He kissed her again as his orgasm gradually subsided,
and eventually drifted off to sleep.

Next morning came upon them, and he kissed her and
whispered, "Good Morning, Lyzi!"

*** Saturday ***

"Oh!  Good morning!  Are we leaving soon?"  

"Yes, get dressed and we'll be on our way."

They dressed and checked out of the hotel.  It was a
short walk to the train station.  Ben had already
purchased a set of round-trip train tickets for Lyzi. 
A train bound for New York City pulled into the
station shortly, and they were on their way.  After a
brief layover in Penn Station in Manhattan, they
transferred to a train to upstate New York.  

After exchanging a few more kisses, Lyzi cuddled in
Ben's arm during the long train ride north along the
shore of the Hudson River.  

Two hours later, the train pulled into the upstate
station.  Again, hand-in-hand, they made their way
through the small town station out to the car park to
Ben's automobile.  

By the time Ben parked in front of his small house, it
was late afternoon. 

"What now, Ben?" Lyzi asked.  

Ben thought for a moment.  He studied her eyes for a
moment; she looked absolutely terrified.  He wondered
what must be going through a girl's mind who flew
halfway across the globe to be sexually tortured by a
sadist for two months.  He led her into his spare
bedroom.  

"My! This is a beautiful dungeon!" she giggled.

"I only bought this house last year and didn't get a
chance to guyify it yet." The walls of the would-be
dungeon were papered with sickeningly flowery
wallpaper in countless pastel colors.

In contrast with the frilly wallpaper, various torture
apparatus occupied the room: a small metal cage that
could probably contain a person if she pulled her arms
and legs together; a wooden sawhorse adorned with
eyebolts at various points and a large vice mounted at
one end; a large free-standing suspension frame, also
with eyebolts at appropriate positions; and a small
square wooden box with a neck-sized hole in the middle
of the padded top.

"Take off your clothes again."

"Yes, Ben," she said nervously and undressed in front
of him.

Once again, he stood admiring her slender nude body. 
They both knew of the horrific things that he was
planning to do to that teenage body over the next two
months.  Sexual torture to be sure, but torture
nonetheless--torture as severe and gruesome as meted
out to political prisoners in countless despotic
dictatorships around the world.  

He lifted a heavy metal collar and some other items
out of a box in the corner.  "Kneel and bend over that
box," he told her pointing to a wooden box.

She bent over the box resting her chest and head upon
it.  He approached her and placed an asbestos liner
around her neck and then placed the collar around her
neck.  Lighting a welding torch, he held a spool of
solder to the seam and slowly welded the collar onto
her neck.  

When he finished, he let the collar cool down for a
few minutes then pulled the asbestos liner out from
between the collar and her neck.  For good measure, he
also attached a heavy padlock to the steel loop built
into the collar for that purpose.

"Now stand," he said to her.

She stood and faced him, reaching up and feeling the
heavy steel collar permanently welded around her neck.

"You are now my slave, Lyzi.  Do you understand and
agree."

"Yes, Ben.  That's why I'm here." 

"Good.  Just stand there a little more."

Next, he wrapped a leather manacle around one of her
wrists, and riveted it on with a pop-rivet gun.  He
did the same with her other wrist and both ankles.

"Now come with me," he said and led her into his
bedroom.  He slid a pair of wooden poles--spreader
bars--from under his bed.  "Get in bed," he told her. 


She crawled into bed and sat looking up at him.

"On your back," he told her.

He pulled her arms up over her head and attached her
wrist shackles to one of the spreader bars.  Then he
spread her legs wide and attached her ankle shackles
to the other spreader bar.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to rape you," he said. 

He climbed into bed and mounted her for the second
time since they had met for the first time the
previous day.  As the first time, he began by kissing
her.  Their tongues caressed each others' and explored
each other's mouths while their saliva flowed freely
between the two of them.  

He then crawled down her body and began sucking on one
of her nipples.  After getting the one hard and wet,
he switched to the other.  Then he crawled down her
body and made his way to her wide open crotch.

Again, she was already so wet when he slid his tongue
between her pussy lips.  He drank her juice and fucked
her vagina with his tongue, swallowing tonguefuls of
pussy juice again and again.

He drew her engorged clitoris into his mouth, and
sucked hard.  Her body responded quickly, shaking and
quivering with every movement of his tongue.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned under the control of his
tongue.  He played her for some time while she moaned
and screamed and cried.  "Enough!  Enough!" she
panted.  "I can't take it any more!"

He looked up.  "Oh, have you?" he asked.  He resumed
sucking on her clit.  She screamed and pulled against
her bonds as he continued to suckle her clit and drink
her juices.

"Oh!  Please!  Stop!" she panted furiously.  "Please! 
I can't take it any more!  Please!" Her body bucked
violently with every suck of her pussy, and he
continued.

After a couple more minutes, she began thrashing about
and crying, softly at first, then louder and louder.  
The bed creaked as she pulled with all her might
against the ropes that held her down.

Her crying turned into a continuous moan, then he
stopped.  He crawled up her and rested his body upon
hers, whereupon he thrust his hips down and entered
her.

She sobbed while his orgasm built slowly at first as
his member slid in and out her thoroughly soaked
vagina.  After another moment, his own body rocked as
she shot his seed deep inside her.  

She hyperventilated for some time after his orgasm had
subsided.  He unshackled her from the spreader bars,
tossed them onto the floor, and held her tightly as
she lay quivering and moaning in his arms. 

They soon drifted off to sleep together in a tight
embrace.

*** Sunday ***

Ben yawned awake the next morning, still in Lyzi's
embrace.  She glanced into his eyes, smiled, and
kissed him.  He kissed her back.

"What happens today?" she asked.  "Are you going to
torture me today, or is it still too soon?"    

"Yeah," he said,  "I'll start today."  

She smiled, looked away, then met his gaze again. 
"Okay.  What are you going to do?"

"I have to sew your lips closed before I can do
anything else.  I can't have your screaming annoy the
neighbors.  So I'll do that today.  C'mon!"

They got out of bed and crossed the hall into the
dungeon.

"Are you ready for the torture to begin?" he asked.

She hesitated and glanced nervously around the room. 
A slight trickle of perspiration ran down her face. 
She met his eye and answered, "Yes.  I'm ready."

"Good!" he said.  "Let's get your camera set up, and
I'll need those flesh tunnels."

She handed her knapsack to him.  "It's all in here. 
Use whatever you need."

Together, they set up her camera on his tripod, and
set it recording unobtrusively in the corner of the
room.  

"Now, before I start, as we discussed in our earlier
emails, there'll be no safe-word and no limits except
that I can't kill you, or blind you, or maim you.  Is
that as agreed?"

"Yes, Ben," she panted.  "Exactly."

"Okay," he said.  "I want you to mount that sawhorse
and lean back."

She climbed onto the wooden sawhorse.  Ben held her
and helped her lean back onto it letting the back of
her head rest upon the horizontal beam between two
heavy jaws of a vice mounted upon it.  

He pulled her legs down and shackled them to the
chains on each side of the sawhorse's legs.  Then he
pulled her arms back and down and shackled them to the
other legs of the sawhorse.  

She struggled a bit, pulling against her bonds that
held her firmly on her back upon the wooden horse. 
Her arms bent backward and down against the legs of
the horse looked devilishly painful.  "Oh!  This hurts
my back!"

"It's supposed to be uncomfortable," he said. 
"Deliberately so."

He slipped a leather strap under her chin and around
the top of her head, and then tightened it, preventing
her from being able to open her mouth.  He then turned
the bolts on the vice, clamping her skull in place. 
Blood trickled down the sides of her head where the
serrated jaws bit into her flesh.  

Her lips quivered, but she just made mumbling sounds
since her skull was held rigidly in place and her jaw
was strapped tightly closed.

Guy set a table next to her with various implements,
needles, and a roll of heavy suture.  Then he wheeled
a cushioned chair over and sat next to her.

He started it taking an implement that looked like a
pliers with four small prongs at the work end. 
Placing a tiny but thick rubber band over the prongs,
he squeezed the handle causing the four prongs to
spread apart, stretching the band about a centimeter
in diameter.  He positioned the implement against her
breast so that the band was at the base of a nipple. 
Releasing the handle, the band snapped close crimping
her nipple, causing it to puff out.  "Ow!" Lyzi
gasped.

"Hurts?" he asked.

"It stings a little."

"Good!" he said with a grin and placed another band on
her remaining nipple.

Next, he threaded a needle with the suture and leaned
over Lyzi's face.  He pinched her lips together and
touched the point of the long needle to her lower lip.
He slowly pushed the needle into her soft flesh.  

Blood trickled from her lips as he pushed the needle
through her lower lip and into her upper lip on one
motion.  He needed to exert more force to push the end
of the needle into her flesh to force the heavy suture
through. 

He continued, pushing the needle through her upper lip
through the bottom.  Then from bottom lip through the
top again.  

His hands, the suture, and her mouth were smeared with
blood by the time he had completed lacing her mouth
across.  And tears were pouring from Lyzi's eyes down
her cheeks.

Next he began lacing back in the reverse direction.  

He finished lacing and then tugged on the suture,
pulling her lips tightly together like a shoe, then
tied the ends together in a tight knot.

"There!" he said.

"Mmmm!  Mmmm!" she answered back through her tightly
laced lips. 

He poured some rubbing alcohol on a cloth and wiped
the blood off of her mouth.  She bucked wildly. 

"Wait here, Lyzi," he said.  "I'm going downstairs to
have a bite to eat.  I'll be back in a bit 

After going downstairs to his kitchen to make himself
some fish for lunch, he returned to her about an hour
later, maybe two, he didn't notice the time.  She was
still shackled on her back on his sawhorse with her
head clamped in the vice.  He saw her watch him walk
into the room, tears raining down from her
terror-filled eyes.

Then he got his soldering iron out, set it up on the
table next to Lyzi, and plugged it in.  He also got a
handful of flesh tunnels out of her knapsack and
dropped them in a steel tray semi-full of rubbing
alcohol.  

He wheeled his chair so that he was facing into her
crotch at the other end of the horse.

He lathered her crotch with shaving cream and shaved
her pubic hair entirely clean.  Then he wiped her
crotch down thoroughly with the rubbing alcohol,
evoking more squirming from her shackled body.  

Taking the soldering iron, he pinched her pussy lip
and touched the hot sharp point of the iron to her
delicate flesh and pushed it through.  "Mmmmmm!" she
muffled and bucked violently against the sawhorse. 
The acrid odor of cauterized flesh filled the room. 
Picking up one of the flesh tunnels, he slid it
through the new hole in her vulva and snapped it
closed to its counterpart on the inside.  

He continued slowly and methodically, punching a
series of holes through both her pussy lips with the
soldering iron, and inserting a flesh tunnel into each
hole.  

When all the flesh tunnels were in place, he slid his
hand between her pussy lips.  She was soaking wet. 
Also, as with her lips, her pussy was a bloody mess,
so he dabbed some rubbing alcohol on a fresh cloth and
wiped her clean. 

He climbed upon her and rested his body upon hers upon
the sawhorse.  Her eyes went wide with agony as their
combined weight pressed her back upon the narrow beam
on which she lay.  Thrusting down, he slid his erect
member into her tortured pussy and began pumping her. 


Thus satisfied, he climbed off her tortured body.  

He then noticed that her eyes had glazed over, staring
blankly at the ceiling.  "Oh shit!" he gasped.  "I
killed the fucking girl!"

He placed his hands on her chest.  She was still
breathing and her heart was still beating.  "Phew!" 
She had merely passed out.  

At that, he picked up a spool of heavy bootlace and
threaded it through the flesh tunnels, lacing her
pussy lips tightly closed and tying the ends of the
lace together in a knot.  

Ben stood and yawned.  By then, it had become late and
Ben had to get up early for work on Monday.  

A long heavy steel chain hung from a bolt in the
ceiling in one corner of the room.  He picked up the
free end of the chain and attached it to her collar
with another padlock.  

He splashed some cold water on her face to wake her,
then he disconnected her from the sawhorse and helped
her stand.  She stumbled and fell into his arms.  

"It's time for bed."  He grabbed a pail and untied the
bootlace holding her pussy lips together.  "Do your
business into this pail while I watch, slut."  

She glanced at him, then at the pail, then squatted
over the pail.  He stood and watched while she
relieved herself into the pail.  

He then tightened and re-tied her pussy lace, and also
padlocked her wrist shackles together behind her back.
"Now get in the cage."

"Mmmmmm!" she mumbled, pulling against her bonds.

"Get in the cage, slut!" he insisted.

She whimpered and staggered over, in obvious
excruciating pain, and crawled into the tiny cage and
pulled her arms and legs in.  She had to squeeze in,
pulling her arms and legs in tightly in order to fit. 
Then he gave her a bottle of water with a straw, and
then closed the door and locked it with yet another
padlock.  "If you get thirsty, you'll have to suck the
water in through your nose."

With his slave secure, he took a long hot shower, and
climbed into bed.

*** Monday ***

He woke at 8:00 Monday morning, showered and dressed. 
He checked in on Lyzi--she was sleeping soundly
huddled snugly in the cage.  He filled her water
bottle, and left for work at 8:30.

His workday passed uneventfully, and he arrived back
home that evening at 5:30.  

First, he checked in on Lyzi.  She looked up at him
with sorrowful eyes.  It was obvious she'd been crying
off and on during the day in his absence.  He wondered
if she now regretted her adventure.  He returned
downstairs to his kitchen and prepared a quick dinner.


After eating, he returned upstairs, pulled his bedding
down and went to get Lyzi.  Unlocking the cage, he
yanked Lyzi out by the chain.  Then unlocking the
padlock from her collar, he manhandled her into his
bedroom and threw her onto his bed, where he
unshackled her wrists and got out some ropes and tied
her spread-eagle onto the bed, attaching each of the
four ropes to the four brass bedposts. 

Before proceeding, he set up his electric scalpel. 
While waiting for the blade to get hot, he climbed
into bed and mounted her again.  He started kissing
her, of course, with her mouth laced closed, he merely
kissed her lips.  

He crawled down her body and began suckling on a
nipple.  Upon getting the nipple sufficiently wet and
hard, he bit down.  Lyzi screamed through her laced
mouth as he bit her nipple off and swallowed it.  He
continued by drinking the blood that trickled out of
the open wound.  After drinking to his fill, he taped
a gauze square over her wound and soaked it with
rubbing alcohol.

Lyzi thrashed her head wildly, and pulled vigorously
against her restraints, but the ropes held her down. 
He looked up at her and said, "You're my desert,
Lyzi."

Ben turned his attention to her remaining nipple. 
Lyzi's body shook rapidly as he sucked her nipple, to
get it wet and hard also.  By this time, his
soldering-scalpel blade had surely become hot, so he
climbed off her and brought it over to her.  Lyzi
tensed up as he touched the razor sharp blade to the
base of her nipple and slowly sliced it off.  

Then he took the removed nipple and swallowed it too. 
Once again, he drank her blood from the wound until he
felt sated, then taped another alcohol-soaked gauze
square over the open wound.

He then crawled down between her legs and untied her
pussy laces whereupon he sucked her clit into his
mouth once again.  He made her wet, but stopped before
bringing her to climax, then entered her.  Having
eaten bits of her body had aroused him so, and he
emptied himself into her soon after he began
thrusting.  

With a feeling of complete satisfaction, he tied her
pussy laces back together then settled his weight upon
her and rested his chin upon her shoulder, and drifted
off to sleep.

*** Tuesday ***

Come Tuesday morning, he untied Lyzi from his bed and
shoved her back into the cage before showering and
leaving for work.

He had a hard day that day, so he left her in the cage
when he got home, stopping in only to refill her water
bottle.  He went to bed early that night hoping the
next day at work would be better.

*** Wednesday ***

After arriving home from work Wednesday, he pulled the
sobbing Lyzi from the cage.  "Mmmmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!"
she whimpered.  

"I bet you're hungry!"

She nodded her head _yes_ vigorously. 

"I'll feed you soon enough, Lyzi.  But not today.  You
still need to lose more weight."

Ben shoved her over to his frame and attached her
wrist shackles to the bolts attached to the top cross
beam.  Then he lifted each of her ankles up and
attached her ankle shackles to the chains that hung
between the legs of the frame, rendering her suspended
in air, spread eagle on the frame.  Then, for safety,
he placed a heavy safety goggle over her eyes.  Almost
as an after thought, he placed a plastic liner on the
floor under the frame directly below her suspended
body.

Stepping back to the far wall, he opened a wooden box
containing a handful of heavy brass darts with sharp
points.  

"I bet you want to know how the scoring will work, eh,
Lyzi?"

Lyzi nodded.  

"Each of your nipples, or where your nipples used to
be, are 75 points.  Your areolas are 50 points. 
Anywhere else on your breasts are 25 points.  Your
navel is 50 points.  Anywhere on your muff is 25
points.  Anywhere else on your torso is 10 points. 
Anywhere on your face is 5 points.  Anywhere on your
arms or legs are 1 point.  Understand, so far?"

Lyzi nodded _yes._

"Good!  Since this is your first game, I'll only play
to 100 points.  So if I get two nipples, the game is
over right away.  Or, if I see that you're losing too
much blood, I'll stop before 100 points.  Maybe this
weekend, when I can play all day, I'll play to 1000
points.  Though I might have to let your body
replenish its blood for a week or two if you lose too
much during each game."  

"Understand that?"

Again, Lyzi nodded _yes._

"Good!  Here we go!"  Lifting a dart, he took aim. 
Swinging his arm back and forth a couple of times, he
let the dart fly.  It hit her left breast with a
_thud._  Lyzi let out a muffled scream as her body
bucked wildly and pulled against her shackles.  A tiny
trickle of blood dribbled slowly from the dart, and
down her belly. 

"That's 25 points, Lyzi!"  

Lifting another dart, he took aim and set it loose. 
It struck Lyzi smack in the stomach, again producing a
muffled scream as her body jerked in pain.  A second
trickle of blood added itself to the first, which was
then on its way down her leg.

"That one was 10 points, for a total of 35 points."

Se set another dart free, hitting her in the other
breast.  "25 points, that, for a total of 60 points."

The next dart hit her in the thigh just below her
crotch.  "1 point.  61 points total."

The next dart hit her in the muff.  Had it been just a
teeny bit lower, it would have entered her pussy
crack.  "25 points for 86 total."

The next dart hit her right between her breasts, and
hit with a _click._  Lyzi began bucking furiously
throwing her head around wildly.  The dart didn't seem
to penetrate deeply; it must have stuck into her
breastbone.  "10 points for 97 total."

the next dart hit her in the stomach again, just to
the left of the other dart.  "107 points.  Not a
perfect score, but game over."  

Ben walked over to Lyzi and examined the rivulets of
blood that were flowing down her torso, down her legs,
and collecting in a small puddle on the plastic liner.

He removed his darts from her body and let her hand
there while he placed them in a pan of alcohol to
sterilize them for the next game.

A little later, he removed her from the frame and
carried her into his bedroom and placed her on his bed
where he attached her wrists and ankles to his
spreader bars.  

After undressing, he climbed into bed with her. 
Reaching under the bed for a rope, he wrapped it
around her neck.  Her eyes were filled with fright as
he tugged the rope tighter and tighter around her
neck.  He then tied a knot in the rope as it visibly
squeezed her neck.  

As Lyzi fought against her shackles, Ben crawled down
her body and began sucking on her clit.  Drawing it
deep into his mouth, he sucked hard on it.  Despite her struggles, her
juices flowed as he drank her in as if suckling a
nipple.  Within a moment, she added her orgasmic
throbbing to her struggles.

Knowing that he had to act quickly, he crawled up and
faced her.  Her face surrounding her terrified eyes
already had a distinct bluish tint as he thrust his
cock into her soaking pussy.  He rocked his hips as
her eyes slowly lost focus.  He filled her with his
spunk as she was on the verge of passing out.  

In the afterglow of his orgasm, he reached for a knife
and cut the rope from around her neck.  An explosive
gasp shot out of her nose as she struggled fiercely to
open her sutured mouth to get more air.

He then rested his head on her shoulder and fell to
sleep as she lay under him catching her breath.  

*** THURSDAY ***

Thursday morning came as Thursday mornings are wont to
do.  He carried Lyzi into the bathroom and sat her on
the toilet to do what she had to do while he took his
morning shower.

After his shower, he then carried her back into the
dungeon and shoved her into his cage, then left for
work.

After work, he had dinner and watched TV for a while. 
When it got late, he went upstairs and pulled Lyzi out
of the cage and carried her back into his room.  The
hunger-weakened girl whimpered as he, once again,
shackled her to his bed.  

Reaching for a box of thumbtacks on his night table,
he set a few in his palm.  Then, one by one, he began
pressing the points of the thumbtacks into her body,
her breasts and her belly, her arms and her legs, some
on her pussy lips, and some in her cheeks and under
her chin.  It wasn't long before the box, which
originally contained 100 thumbtacks, was empty.  Lyzi
lay there whimpering and twitching at the pain of 100
thumbtacks stuck into her body all over; though with
her lips laced tightly closed, she was mostly silent.

His cock, of course, was hard and waiting patiently
for release.  He mounted her and rested his weight
upon her body, pressing those 100 thumbtacks even
deeper into her flesh and muscle.  

Pushing his hips down and forward, he entered her.  He
pumped her again and again, letting the pressure
build, then released himself inside her.  Her body was
nothing but a receptacle for his cum, and he knew that
she knew it.  He continued rocking his hips gently,
squeezing the last few drops of jism ooze out the tip
of his cock before resting his chin against her
shoulder and falling to sleep upon her.

*** FRIDAY ***

Ben woke with a yawn Friday morning.  He was still on
top of Lyzi, who looked up at him with sad eyes.  He
kissed her laced mouth and lifted himself off her.  He
had to peel himself off her, for blood had oozed out
from under all those thumbtacks, and clotted, creating
a kind of blood-glue that glued them together.

He didn't have time to waste getting ready for work,
so he quickly untied Lyzi from the bed, shackled her
wrists behind her back, dragged her into the dungeon,
and shoved her into the cage, thumbtacks and all.  

When he returned from work that night, he showered and
then pulled Lyzi out of the cage.  She was so weak
from hunger that she could hardly move, but she still
needed to lose more weight.  He carried her into his
bedroom and lay her on the bed, then removed all the
thumbtacks.  She whimpered at the new pain sensations
of having the thumbtacks removed.  new trickles of
blood appeared, adding their traces to the old dry
blood trickles from the previous day.  Ben considered
another dart game, but he was concerned that Lyzi had
lost too much blood in the past two days.

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***