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New Girl in Town (MMF, nc)
BY L J J Hanson (c) 1989
***
He was watching her the day the strangers moved into the old
McNeely house. It was a large, rambling house: Mr. McNeely had
spent a lifetime adding onto the old house until it looked like a
strange hodgepodge of strangley connected rooms. Others in the
neighborhood thought Mr. McNeely was a strange, evil man. He was a
loner, but he had been my best friend. My mother couldn't
understand what a nineteen year old boy could have in common with a
decrepit 53 year old man. A man, who by the looks of it, never went
to work. To me, though, he had been my teacher...I was his
apprentice and he taught me some very intense things. More about
what he taught me later. For now, let me tell you about the new
girl that was moving in.
I was looking through my front window, so I couldn't get a
really good look. But she looked pretty hot. My guess was that she
was about 18 or 19 years old. She had dark, red hair that fell down
in loose curls to her shoulders. She looked like she was a little
tall for her age, but she didn't look too thin. In fact, the more I
looked, the more I liked. She was wearing a tight pair of running
shorts and a Hard Rock t-shirt. She seemed to have a pretty nice
set of tits - at least a pair of 36D's. Pretty nice set of tits for
such a young looking face. Nice round, little ass. I could see her
hot asscheeks pouring through the extremely tight shorts, and you
could tell that those shorts wouldn't last too much longer: this
girl was still growing - in all the right places.
I couldn't stop staring at her. But it would only be a matter
of time until somebody notices me, I thought. It was then that I
resolved that I would get to know this sweet, young babe very
intimately - and she would do nothing to stop me. I started making
plans.
My goal was clear and direct: I needed to have her under my
firm control. You see, I'm a curious kind of guy, and there was
something about this girl that intrigued me. Maybe it was just
those tits, or that ass, but I knew that I could not sleep well
until I had my chance to check her out completely. And the way I
explore is seldom appreciated by the subject, so a truly thorough
job requires severe restraint to control the girl.
Al McNeely was the man who showed me how to solve these kind of
problems. I first met Al when I was about 14 years old. I was
pretty much on my own at that age. My fucking parents were drunk
most of the time and didn't seem to care about what I did...as long
as I wasn't caught by the cops. Well, anyways, I was looking around
the neighborhood for a house to bust into when I ended up at Al's.
I was poking around, when the back door slammed open and Al came
out with a gun. He motioned me into the house with the gun and
said, "Get in here right now, punk. Or I'll blow your fucking
brains out!"
What could I do?
I went in. Al led me to the basement and told me to sit. The
room
was dark but I could tell this was no ordinary basement. Al said,
"I know you, kid. You live up the street, don't you...Yeah, I've
heard about you. Think you wanna rob this place now?"
Before I could answer, he said "Come here kid, I want you to
see something. Come on..."
Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a ring
from his belt. The first thing I saw was a girl in the middle of
the room under a pair of bright, hot lights. Her wrists were bound
tightly together and both were pulled up towards the ceiling by a
rope on a pulley. Al basically had her hanging in the air...she was
stretched pretty good. I could see her muscles quivering and
cramping with the strain of hanging from her wrists. Her ankles
were secured by straps bolted into the floor and the spreader bolts
had stretched her legs so that her cunt and ass were completely
accessible by hand, dildo or cock.
She was a lovely girl. Al had called her Monica and said she
was only 18 years old. She had a very sweet body:a pair of 38-C
tits, a nice shapely ass and long, tight legs. She had once looked
sweet and innocent but now she was looking scared and in pain. Al
walked up to her and grabbed her long, curly blond hair in a fist
and yanked hard. "Brought a visitor, baby. He's gonna see a really
nice show, too. Remember what happened last night, bitch! Well,
you're gonna get it again and worse!"
Al quickly shoved a long dildo gag into her mouth. She
struggled, but Al skillfully forced her mouth open and shoved the
dildo deep until her mouth was too stuffed to scream. By the look
in Monica's eyes, I could tell that she knew what was coming when
Al pulled a long piece of thin nylon rope out of his jacket pocket
. The girl hopelessly struggled, she even tried shaking her tits
wildly, straining to avoid the pain of the ropes. But Al, like an
old pro, deftly grabbed a tit by gripping her left nipple in a
tight vise-like grip and pulling her tit out, away from her chest.
Monica screamed when Al stretched her firm young tit to its fullest
length. Al ignored the feeble moanings coming from the gag and
slowly ties her tit with the rope. He wraps the rope tight, making
her tit bulge out like a balloon. The large, erecting nipple points
out proudly, just begging for attention. And that was one nice
thing about Monica, she had very large nipples - at least one inch
long and almost one half inch thick. Big nipples, perfect for
clamping.
Al, however, was tying up her right tit in the same tight
bondage. Monica's tits were really starting to hurt now. And the
poor girl knew from previous experiences that the pain in her
tortured hoots would only get more painful as time went by. After
tying her tits tightly, Al abused her nipples with sharp clamps. He
grabbed a nipple, rubbed between his fingers and even bent down to
suck it once or twice. After he got it nice and hard, he slipped a
sharp-toothed clamp over her nip and screwed it down. Monica was
soon squirming again, as she felt the awful clamp bite into her
tender nipple flesh. Her poor nipple was severely clamped and
almost pierced by the sharp teeth of the clamps. Al tightened a
clamp around her other nipple, even tighter. Monica just hung
there, her tits burning with pain, wondering if the tight ropes and
the severe nipple clamps would force blood out through her tortured
tit-tips.
Al wasn't done with her tits, however. He attached a length of
twine to the end of each nipple clamp and looped this twine through
another set of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. By hanging weights
onto the end,he could force the clamps to slowly starting lifting
Monica's tits towards the ceiling. With enough weights on, her tits
could eventually point straight up. And the clamps on her nipples
were designed to pinch tighter as the pull on the rope increased.
Al stuck a few weights and sighed with satisfaction as he worked a
response out of the poor girl. As more weight was added, her
nipples were further crushed by the cruel teeth of the clamps. Her
tits were being pulled up and stretched out. She moaned with agony
and helplessly shook in her bonds. Every move she made, though,
only made here tits bounce & quiver more.
Just watching this girl having her tits abused really turned me
on. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants as my eyes took in the
sight of a young girl having her tits cruelly tortured. This was
the most pain her young, developing body had ever felt. And I liked
seeing that. I noticed that Al had been watching closely for a
reaction from me. So, to show him how I felt, I walked up to where
the girl hung from the ropes. I slid my hand up to her tits and
squeezed the heavy undersides. I pinched and prodded the abused tit
flesh with my fingers. I let my other hand slide down her back,
from the top of the shoulders down into her ass crack. I fingered
her asshole for a moment and let my hand wander down even further.
I could feel her body shudder from the dangerous grasp of my hands.
I stopped manipulating her breasts and concentrated on the furred
lips of her cunt.
I looked over at Al and he just kind of looked at me with a "Be
my guest" look. With his approval, I went into full action. By this
time, my left hand had been rubbing her slickening cunt lips while
my right toyed with her clit. After a little time, Monica, much to
her shame, began to juice noticably. Her pussy was getting turned
on from my touch, even though her tits were still feeling the worst
pain of her life and realizing that her wetting cunt was proof of
how much she liked this, she hung her head in shame. Monica
wondered, "How could I be getting so hot? Here I am getting
tortured by a couple of maniacs, and my body seems to like it!"
Monica may have been surprised, but Al wasn't. He was pretty
experienced with this kind of stuff, and he knew that after a few
days of severe physical pain, combined with a lack of sleep and the
added psychological pressure of not knowing how long she would
live, most girls ended up turning onto the pain. Humans are
wonderfully adaptable. Put a young girl without any experience of
hetero sex in an environment of strict bondage and severe
discipline, and she would eventually respond by learning to get
turned on with pain. "If you get em young enough," says Al, "you
can train them to accept anything. And there are plenty of men in
this world who will pay plenty for a well trained young teen."
As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because he made
his living by training new sex slaves and selling them to the
highest bidder. It's a great job with alot of percs, when you think
about it. You get your pick of all the sweet meat around, get to
abuse and fuck them repeatedly and then sell them off when you're
finished. If you get a really good one, you can keep her around for
a little longer and then sell her when she doesn't scream as much
as she used to.
Monica's pussy was really creaming now, and my rubbing and
pinching had slowly pushed her beyond a mere wettening: she was
softly moaning with pleasure, and moving her hips against my
thrusting hand. I had slipped three fingers at once into her tight
cunt while my other hand rubbed her clit and fingered her pretty
pink lips. She was sooning coming against my hand, but my fingers
kept on working while her cunt flooded my hands with its juice. I
kept working on her cunt till she had finished coming. I could tell
that the force of her cum had drained her. She now hung very limply
in the ropes - all resistance was gone from her body. The pleasure,
along with the pain to heighten it, had finally broken her
independent will. Al and I could now do as we pleased with her. And
we did.