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BECKY'S ORDEAL (M/f nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
	CHAPTER ONE

I picked up this little bitch hitchhiking. She said her name was Becky, 
and I believed her, because the way she answered when I asked her made 
it obvious she hadn't bothered to think of an alias. She also said she 
was twenty-one, which was bullshit, since she was running away from 
home. I figured she was maybe seventeen. But once I got her engaged in 
conversation, I could see her starting to relax. Enough so that she 
agreed to stop and have a bite to eat with me.
She wasn't especially pretty, more like average-looking, with long wavy 
brown hair and big wide eyes. She was a little on the plump side, but I 
could tell even through her ratty-looking jean jacket that she had nice 
big, well-formed tits. She came from a little town up north, which 
didn't surprise me. We get a lot of runaways through these parts on the 
way to the city. It's a small town, but we get so many people passing 
through that hardly anybody takes any notice.
Which gave me an idea. I'm an artist by trade, working out of my house 
in the woods, but I've been known to run a little extracurricular 
activity on the side. This girl would be just perfect for my business.
We stopped at a little greasy-spoon off the main road, and halfway 
through dessert she announced she had to go to the bathroom. I took the 
opportunity to slip a little something in her drink and finish paying 
the cheque. When she got back, I told her to finish up quickly so we 
could leave. She drained the last half of her Coke in a single gulp, and 
we went back out to the car.
We hadn't gone far when Becky started to feel a little drowsy. I could 
see her head drooping against her ample chest, her big baby blues 
starting to drift shut. Pretty soon she was fast asleep.
My house is isolated, to say the least; more than a mile from the 
nearest neighbor in any direction, lots of trees all around. My favorite 
feature is the basement, dug deep enough to keep in any sound, with no 
windows, nice, cold stone walls and a good solid concrete floor. Over 
the years I've taken the time to accumulate a number of special toys, 
and the basement is the perfect place to keep them. The basement door is 
solid steel, with a heavy combination lock on both the inside and the 
outside.
It was well after dark by the time we got to my house, and Becky still 
wasn't stirring. I'd given her a strong enough dose to keep her out cold 
for at least another hour. I dragged her into the house and down to the 
basement, where I proceeded to cut off her clothes with a pair of sharp 
scissors. She wouldn't be needing them anymore. As I was disposing of 
her used garments in the wood furnace, I had a quick look at the tag on 
her bra. It was a 40DD. Just the way I like them.
The next step was getting her nice and secure. She'd be waking up soon, 
and although at six foot four and 250 pounds, she was no match for me, I 
wasn't in the mood for a struggle tonight.
On one wall I have a set of chains and cuffs hanging. I dragged Becky 
over to that wall and set about fastening her to the wall. When I was 
finished, she dangled helplessly, like some kind of medieval prisoner, 
wrists and ankles secured to the wall. The chains were long enough that 
she had some range of motion; her feet were on the floor, but she 
couldn't move more than eight or ten inches away from the wall.
I stepped back to examine my handiwork. She was a little on the heavy 
side for my tastes, but a little crash diet, courtesy of yours truly, 
would do the trick. Her tits were truly magnificent, though, huge white 
globes with wide pink nipples in the middle. The nipples were soft at 
the moment, but I was sure we could fix that in a hurry, just as soon as 
she was awake. I would have to pierce her, too, but that could wait 
until another day.
It wasn't long before I saw her starting to stir. I thought I'd better 
gag her before she woke up. I didn't want her pestering me with a lot of 
stupid questions right off the bat. I selected a medium-sized ball gag 
for my purposes, black rubber with a full harness. Her muscles were 
still loose enough that I was able to slip it into her mouth without too 
much trouble. Getting it out later would be another issue, but I was 
willing to deal with that issue when the time came.
Becky awoke slowly, tossing her head from side to side gently, as if she 
was trying to find her pillow. She tried to rub her eyes, but found her 
wrists were secured too far away for her hands to reach her face. 
Suddenly she snapped to life, her eyes popping open, and she looked 
around frantically, trying to figure out where she was.
"Hello, Becky," I said calmly. Through the gag, she let out a little 
squeal. A comical look of shock spread across her face when she realized 
her mouth was full. She tried to expel the gag, but to no avail. With a 
sob, she looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading. Tried to pull away 
from the wall, but of course she wasn't going anywhere.
I let her experiment for a couple more minutes, just sitting in my 
special chair with my arms crossed over my chest, watching with the hint 
of a smile spreading across my face. Finally I decided I'd better break 
the silence, before my little guest started to get bored.
"Those are lovely titties you've got there, Becky," I said. I stood up 
and uncrossed my arms, revealing the object I was holding in my hand. 
Somehow I doubted she'd seen one before, but the look on her face told 
me she knew exactly what it was for.
"You know what I'd like you to do, Becky? I'd like you to shake those 
pretty titties for me."
Becky shook her head, gave out a little moan, her eyes pleading with me 
to let her go. I caressed the object in my hands, a vicious-looking 
cat-o-nine-tails. It's gentle compared to some of my other toys, but I 
thought I'd start my young guest off slowly. But I do love to see a nice 
big pair of tits shaking, so I figured she could entertain me for a 
little while. Besides, she could certainly use the exercise.
"Go ahead, Becky. Make them shake for me."
Reluctantly, the girl started to sway back and forth as much as she 
could. Her fat titties began to swing slightly as she moved, but not 
enough for my liking.
"More." I gave her pale white thighs a little kiss with the whip, making 
her jump in surprise.
"That's more like it," I said. "Jump for me, Becky. Let's see those 
titties move."
Becky began to hop up and down, her feet leaving the ground perhaps an 
inch. The chains on her wrists and ankles didn't give her a lot of 
latitude, but after a few more licks from the whip, she started to 
really throw her whole body into each jump. Before long those marvellous 
globes of hers were swinging up and down so hard I thought they would 
give her a black eye. She managed to keep it up for a good seven or 
eight minutes before she began to tire. I used the whip to keep her 
going for another thirty minutes or so, making a lovely red criss-cross 
pattern across her upper thighs and belly. I didn't want to mar those 
beautiful tits - at least, not yet.
When I was finished, the girl was covered in a sheen of sweat and 
gasping for air through her nose. Streams of drool coursed down her face 
around the gag. Her tits heaved with each breath. I put the whip down 
and began to fondle them roughly, enjoying the feel of her fleshy globes 
beneath my fingers.
I thought about going farther with our little game at this point, but 
decided I'd better catch some shut-eye first. My guest and I had a long 
day together tomorrow, and I wanted to be well-rested for the occasion.
As I lay in bed that night, I pictured Becky's enormous tits wrapped 
around the thick shaft of my cock, and I jacked off twice before I fell 
asleep.
 
	CHAPTER TWO
When I got downstairs the next morning, Becky was exactly where I left 
her (not that she had much of a choice!), standing in a puddle of her 
own piss. Remarkably, she was asleep. Fortunately, I have a hose 
attached to the basement wall for just such an occasion, and I sprayed 
her - and the floor - vigorously with a nice strong spray of ice-cold 
water. She awoke with a start, and began to scream through her gag as 
she realized where she was.
"Good morning, Becky. Are we ready to have some more fun?"
I decided I'd take her on a little tour of the basement, and maybe let 
her lie down for a while. After all, she couldn't have been very 
comfortable standing up like that all night. Not that she'd be any more 
comfortable with what I had planned for her.
I fastened a tight leather collar around Becky's neck before I 
unfastened the chains. With a leash hooked on to the collar, I dragged 
Becky into another room, where I have a special table fitted with all 
sorts of special features. 
Becky resisted slightly, but her limbs were stiff from being chained in 
one position all night, so I didn't have much trouble getting her up on 
the table and chained down in a spread-eagled position.
I decided the poor slut probably needed a drink after all that exercise 
the night before, so I roughly took the gag out of her mouth. Her mouth 
was far too dry to scream, so as she gasped for air I managed to fit a 
different gag in her mouth. This one was probably a very little bit more 
comfortable for the girl, a wide O-ring that kept her mouth open wide, 
but allowed her to breathe and swallow more comfortably. But I worried 
about her refusing the drink I was about to offer, so I thought I'd 
better make sure her head was immobile. I fastened a hook on her collar 
to the surface of the table, then moved a set of heavy metal blocks into 
place on either side of her head, so she couldn't turn it.
"I had a lot of coffee this morning," I told Becky. "Unfortunately, I 
don't have a toilet in the basement. So while I'm down here, you'll have 
to be the toilet."
And I pulled my cock out of my pants. The look of horror and fascination 
on Becky's face made me wonder if she'd ever seen one before. It took a 
minute for my actual words to sink in, though, and Becky began to 
struggle in place on the table. She soon realized, though, that if she 
tried to struggle, the collar around her neck became uncomfortably 
tight. She lay still, trembling as a stream of piss left my cock and 
drained into her mouth. 
"You'd better not spill a drop, bitch, or you'll be punished," I warned 
her. "Swallow it all."
Becky let the pool stand in her mouth for most of a minute before she 
gulped it down. The look of utter humiliation on her face was making me 
incredibly horny.
When I'd relieved myself, it was finally time for me to play with these 
fabulous tits. I hopped up on the table and straddled the girl's belly. 
Her tits were drooping slightly as she lay on her back, and I started to 
pinch her nipples roughly. Becky started making little "nnn-nnn-nnn!" 
noises through her gag, trying to struggle beneath my weight. Before 
long, Becky's nipples were starting to harden. I thought that would be a 
good time to put clamps on them. From my vast collection, I selected a 
pair of clips made up of two long, flat rods which, when screwed 
together, can pinch the entire nipple quite painfully. I have much more 
tortuous models, but I thought this would be a good warm-up for the 
girl. 
As I began to tighten the first set of screws, Becky let out a long, 
high squeal of pain, arching her back and trying to thrash around. She 
couldn't go far with me sitting on her, though, and I soon had the first 
clamp firmly in place.
"Just for future reference, Becky," I said as I started in on the second 
clamp, "I don't usually tolerate any kind of noise while I'm dressing 
you. But since this is your first time, I'll forego the usual 
punishment. I'm sure today will be painful enough without adding any 
kind of extra punishment."
Becky, of course, said nothing. She just sobbed, her entire body 
quivering as I applied the second lovely nipple clamp.
By the time I was finished clamping her tits, my prick was as hard as a 
rock. I thought about just whipping it out and fucking her right then 
and there, but I decided it would be more exciting to wait. I leaned way 
over and looked her in the eye.
"Becky, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to be completely 
honest with me," I said. Her eyes widened with terror at the sight of my 
face.
"Becky, are you a virgin?" I said. Still quivering, she nodded, yes. A 
grin crossed my face. "Well, we'll take care of that in due time," I 
said. "First, I want to see you dance for me again. You remember how you 
danced for me last night, don't you?"
She nodded, ever so slightly, a tear escaping one eye. I could see her 
mind flashing back to last night, and how I'd made her shake those 
beautiful globes for me. Now I released her from the table, pulling her 
to a sitting position by grabbing her long, thickly tangled hair. She 
stood, trembling, her legs unsteady.
"Now go ahead, Becky. Dance for me. Shake those pretty titties."
And she did. Tentatively she began to wiggle around, her face contorted 
in pain from the clamps on her tender nipples, her mouth forced open in 
a comical grimace by the ring gag. I watched those lovely breasts 
shaking for a few minutes, encouraging her along with a slightly larger 
cat than the previous night. She didn't seem to notice it was a 
different whip, although it was hard to tell. She wasn't the most 
articulate girl in the world at this point in time.
After ten minutes or so, I decided it was time to make the act more 
interesting. I produced a set of long, sturdy chains and a pair of 
one-pound weights, and told Becky to stop. As she breathed heavily, 
already out of breath from that little amount of exertion, I fastened 
the chains securely to her nipple clamps. The weights dangled down 
around her belly button, swaying (I imagine) quite painfully. I told her 
to resume dancing, and cracked the whip sharply across her ass.
After another twenty minutes or so, Becky looked like she was about to 
collapse. Her face was bright red from pain and exhaustion, and she was 
beginning to stumble slightly. 
I decided it was time for a break. I didn't want anything to happen to 
my doll this early in our relationship, and I was in need of some 
serious relief by this point. I grabbed the chains and pulled her by the 
tits back into the other room, where I sat in my chair and pulled the 
girl to a kneeling position in front of me.
The wonderful thing about the ring gag is, it provides a very pleasant 
friction when one inserts a cock through it, and it prevents the slave 
from ‘accidentally' biting down. Hauling my throbbing member from my 
pants, I shoved it deep into Becky's throat in a single thrust, causing 
her to grunt with surprise and pain. Her tongue worked frantically, 
trying to expel the intruder. This had the reverse effect on me, of 
course, simply making me harder and allowing me to thrust deeper into 
her.
Holding the chains from her nipple clamps tightly in one hand, I gripped 
the back of her head in the other, fucking her face hard until I 
exploded into her throat.
"Swallow every drop," I told her, stroking her throat gently.
When I was drained completely, I chained Becky back on the table and 
went upstairs to contemplate what to do to her next. Certainly I would 
have to deal with the poor girl's virginity soon, but how? Of course it 
would have to be painful; otherwise, what good would it do me?


	CHAPTER THREE

I let Becky stew for a few hours by herself before I went back 
downstairs again. When I got back, I started to get hard again as I 
looked at her strapped to that table, her nipples starting to turn 
purple from lack of blood. I thought it might be time to exchange the 
nipple clamps for some other type of accoutrement.
>From my collection I selected a device I like to call the titpress. Two 
pieces of wood connected by heavy bolts, it compresses the tits into two 
firm, very sore, flat mounds. 
Becky gave a moan of relief when I told her I was going to take the 
clamps off her nipples, but the relief turned to agony when the blood 
actually started to flow back into her aching nips. The fact that I 
spent several minutes twisting and pinching them to get them nice and 
firm again undoubtedly didn't help the poor girl.
When I started to apply the titpress, Becky's eyes pleaded with me. I 
laughed.
"You'll enjoy this, my little toy," I told her, and leaned over to bite 
down sharply on one nipple. Predictably, she squealed through the gag. I 
thought, this bitch hasn't even begun her squealing career. Before I was 
through with her she'd barely have vocal chords left.
By the time I had her tits sufficiently flattened for my liking, I 
almost couldn't stand it anymore. My cock felt like it was going to 
burst out of my jeans on its own. So I decided I wouldn't torture the 
poor thing any more (my cock, of course. I planned to torture Becky 
much, much more), and I mounted her roughly.
Her pussy was tight and dry as a bone as I lined it up against Becky's 
virgin slit. If it weren't for the pre-cum lubricating the tip of my 
cock, I wouldn't have had a chance of getting it in. I had to part her 
cunt lips with my fingers, thrusting my middle finger up into her dry 
chute until I could feel her unbroken hymen. 
With a wicked grin, I thrust my prick inside her. She made a noise that 
sounded like a fire siren as I tore into her, viciously popping her 
cherry. I fucked her mercilessly as she screamed, feeling my belly 
raking across her firmly clamped tits. I could feel her struggling 
against me, trying to expel me, trying to bring her legs together. When 
I came, it was incredible. I hadn't fucked a pussy that tight in years, 
and it felt like I was draining cum from the tips of my toes.
I pulled out of her roughly and gave her a gentle (by my standards) slap 
on the belly.
"Don't worry, Becky," I told her. "You'll get used to fucking me. And 
since it's the only reason you're still alive, I suggest you make an 
effort to enjoy it."

	CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, after I had hosed the previous day's activities from 
Becky's body, I decided it was time to have some more fun with those 
marvellous tits of hers. But first, I thought I'd give the girl's mouth 
a rest. She had, after all, been gagged for two days now. 
I could hear Becky's jaw crack as she closed her mouth for the first 
time since she'd been in my home. It was obviously quite painful for to 
open and close her jaw, so I figured she wouldn't be ready to talk for a 
little while yet.
"I'll just lay down some ground rules while you're warming up," I told 
her. "You are an object. Objects do not speak. If I hear you trying to 
speak to me, to ask me a question, to beg me to release you, you will be 
punished. Nod if you understand me."
Lower lip quivering, Becky nodded reluctantly. 
"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a slave who won't stop 
talking," I continued. "I may, on occasion, give you the opportunity to 
say something. But I'm simply not feeling that generous today."
I thought since I was talking about her mouth, it might be a good idea 
to show her exactly what I expected her to do with that mouth. But 
first, I would deal with those tits.
I grabbed my captive by the hair and forced her to kneel in the middle 
of the room. Next I draped a long piece of coarse rope across the back 
of her neck, so that each end was dangling down in front of her. Then I 
proceeded to create a lovely rope bra for my darling. I criss-crossed 
the rope between her tits, then wrapped one side tightly around each 
mound, balling them up like massive, hard grapefruits. I crossed the 
rope back over in the middle, then around each tit a couple more times. 
Next I pulled the rope around behind her back, tugging her arms behind 
her and tying them together at the elbows. This made her tits thrust out 
nicely in front of her, forcing her to arch her back. I used the rope to 
secure her arms together at the wrists, as well, which made her cry out 
in uncontrollable pain. Fortunately for her, all she could do was moan 
unintelligibly: if she'd actually managed any words, I'd have had to 
punish her for speaking.
Instead I thought I would make use of that lovely open mouth.
I grabbed Becky firmly by the hair, tugging until I was sure I had her 
undivided attention.
"You're going to suck my cock now," I told her. "And, may I remind you, 
you're completely under my control. If I so much as feel your teeth 
brushing against my shaft, I'm going to cut off your tits. Understand?"
Becky nodded, frantically. I could see her chest heaving, close to 
panic, and I laughed cruelly. She took my prick into her mouth, and the 
poor slut was practically wrapping her lips around her own teeth in an 
effort to avoid touching them to my cock. Awkwardly she licked at my 
cock, jerking her head back and forth in an effort to get me off. 
I let her keep going like this for about ten minutes or so, by which 
time I was starting to get a little bored. I was also starting to lose 
my erection, which pissed me off to no end. I shoved the little slut 
away from me, nearly causing her to lose her balance.
"That was the worst fucking blow job I ever had," I told her. I gave her 
a slap across the side of the head, which actually did cause her to lose 
her balance. She fell backward, her arms bound so tightly that she was 
helpless to catch herself. 
I stood up and tucked my nearly-flaccid prick back into my pants. It was 
time to teach this little bitch a lesson. I grabbed her roughly by the 
arms, yanked her to her feet and dragged her over to a hook in the 
ceiling. I used the hook to string the little slut up by her wrists, 
leaving her standing on her very tip-toes, the ropes cutting into her 
arms and torso as her wrists were forced to take her entire weight.
At this point, Becky could see that I was furious, and in her haste to 
avoid punishment, she completely forgot herself.
"I'm sorry, please! Give me another chance! I'll do better, I swear!" 
she began to beg. I stopped where I was and just stared at her, 
astonished.
"Excuse me?" I said. "Did I just hear you speak?"
Becky froze, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly.
"I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - " she stammered.
"You'd better learn to suck cock in a hurry, little bitch, or you're not 
going to last long," I told her. I produced a long, thick penis-shaped 
gag, about eight inches long and two and a half inches thick. I shoved 
it into Becky's mouth so hard she gagged, tightening the straps a little 
more enthusiastically than I'd intended. Then I pulled a thick cloth bag 
over her head so she couldn't see what was coming next.
This bitch had pissed me off twice in the last few minutes, and I was 
ready to make her suffer. I found my favorite bullwhip in the other 
room. Tiptoed back to where Becky was standing. No doubt the sound of 
her own heart racing was the only thing she could hear right now. And 
with the hood blacking out the rest of the room, she would have no idea 
I was standing next to her. With a flourish, I brought the whip down 
across her thighs. She let out a squeal despite the enormous dildo in 
her mouth, and began to thrash around wildly in pain and terror. 
I lost count of how many times the whip came down, but I would guess the 
number to be somewhere between thirty-five and fifty. When I was 
finished, the girl was covered in angry red welts, the skin broken in 
several places.
I stood back to contemplate her fate.
"Well, we can't have any of those cuts getting infected," I told her, 
and yanked off the mask abruptly. I produced a bottle of rubbing alcohol 
and dumped it liberally across her body, making her snort and writhe in 
pain. 
Despite her dehydrated condition, I caught the distinct odor of rising 
piss as a stream made its way down her leg. I smiled cruelly. I could 
tell by the girl's face that she was broken, completely humiliated and 
at my disposal. This had almost been too easy. She would fetch a good 
price for me.
I left her alone, dangling and in agony, wondering what would become of 
her next.


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