("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Al McNeely by L J J Hanson (1989) *** A teenage boy is taught all about sadomasochism by a neighbor man, experimenting with young girls in the neighborhood. (Mm/f, ped, nc, d/s, bd) *** 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 strangely connected buildings. Others in the neighborhood thought Mr. McNeely was a strange, evil man. He was a loner, but he had been my best friend. Al McNeely was the man who showed me things that most people have never even imagined doing. 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. 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. C'mon..." 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 16 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 ignores the feeble moaning 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 noticeably. 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 a lot of piercings, 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 wetness: 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 soon 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. Al walked over to a cabinet, opened it and reached for something in the back. He had picked up a riding crop and brought it to me. "You handled her cunt pretty good, but can you give this little slut what she really needs? I wanna see you whip her, especially the tits. Remember to concentrate on the undersides of her hoots, that's where they're most sensitive. Do this and you prove to me that you're ready to join my little club." With these words of encouragement ringing through my ears, I took the whip and approached poor Monica. She hung there senselessly, oblivious to all around her. I soon changed that, though. My first blow landed right on the bottom of her big left tit. The sudden shock of pain slowly brought her back to life. Her pain and agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body and put more energy into every stroke of the crop. She was soon shaking again, with the gag frustrating her desire to release a really good scream. If she could only scream, she would be able to release some of her agony. But being forced into a mumbling silence while being severely abused heightened her sense of fear, pain and frustration. I kept whipping her writhing body, sometimes directing a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around her and whipped her reddening cunt with the crop for a few minutes. This attack provoked an even greater response. As the blows fell on her screaming pussy lips, Monica felt herself starting to feel aroused again. Every now and then, a blow fell on her clit and even this abuse heightened her arousal. She was soon coming again as I kept the crop slamming into her twitching cunt. After 15 more minutes of whipping her, my arm grew tired and I put the crop down. I felt drained myself. I had made this girl come three times with her tits tied up. I had even abused her cunt severely, but she managed to come again. What a good little girl, I thought. I couldn't wait till Al showed me what other things could be done to her. It was at this time, with my dick threatening to bust through my pants that I decided to dedicate my life to the challenge of following in Al's footsteps. He had no son, and I had no real parents, so it was a pretty good deal for the both of us. It didn't turn out good for Monica, though. In his eagerness to show me the tricks of the trade, Al took Monica into a more accelerated and intense training format. She would be introduced to new and more painful forms of torture sooner and with more intensity than the average girl. She would have 9 months worth of pain in about three. Al was hungry, so we went to eat lunch in the kitchen. We just left Monica hanging from the ropes, her tits still tied and clamped. As Al prepared grilled cheese sandwiches, he told my about Monica's next encounter. He explained how much electricity can hurt a girl if it's flowing through her cunt and tits. With a few feet of wire, a fully charged car battery and some strategically placed electric clamps, you could have a girl jumping and screaming in seconds. I eagerly awaited a demonstration of this new technique. I hung around with Al for the next couple of days, my parents never even noticed I was gone. They must've won a lottery or something, because they had money for some decent booze, not the nasty shit they usually got. Knowing them, it would take them a few days to kill it all, but they would drink nonstop until they went dry. That meant I didn't have to worry about them for a little while. My next three days of life were very interesting. I learned a lot of things about the female body and had complete access to Monica's cunt or ass. I fucked and tortured her as I pleased. The best, though, was when Al showed me what happens to a sweet, young slut when you pour a few volts into her tits, pussy and ass. After lunch, on the first day, Al showed me his electrical gear. He had shifted Monica into a better position for the experiment in pain. Monica was looking groggy, with a dazed look in her eyes. She was wearing out quickly. The pain and lack of sleep were driving her beyond the edge and she knew she couldn't take much more abuse. We bound her tightly to a specially built table. Al had her lay down on the table, tits up. First he had restricted her head and neck with heavy leather straps. He then passed more around her waist, cinching tight until her waist was tightly tied down to the table. She wouldn't be able to mover her upper body at all and she lost the use of her hands when Al cuffed them to the table sides. The table, however, had been cut short so that Monica's ass was hanging off the end of the table. Al had mounted two lead pipes, at the tables end, standing up in the shape of a 'v'. Monica whimpered pathetically as Al and I proceeded to tie her legs to the spreader poles. We tied down her ankles, knees and thighs. By the time we finished strapping her down, Monica had lost her ability to move or resist our plans. And the look in the young teens face clearly expressed a look of horror, bewilderment and unbridled fear. In the few days that she had spent under the ministrations of Al, and now his new helper, Monica had come to learn that if the bondage was tight, the pain would be terrible. Al liked to strap down his trainees real tight when he was introducing them to a newer, more painful form of abuse; that way they couldn't squirm around and distract him. My dick got hard as I stepped back and looked at the young, hot babe strapped securely to the table. Her big tits were quivering and bouncing with each breath of the nervous girl. She was breathing heavy and fast, completely flushed and humiliated. She felt like a piece of meat on a butchers block. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move one bit. She was having a hard time breathing since the waist belt was so tight it tended to cut off circulation. But Al would rather have her held tight and put up with suffocating than taking a chance on her escape. I looked at those tits, bouncing around so freely, and decided to take care of them. I picked up a long length of a very narrow, but strong, nylon rope. Al had told me to use this type of rope on her because a narrow rope hurts tits a lot more than thick ones, since thinner ropes tend to 'cut in' to the tit flesh. I took a tit in hand, then wrapped my first loop around it. I started wrapping and tightening the rope close to the base of her breast. I wanted to tie as much of her big tits as I could and I had plenty of rope. Her tit was soon bulging like a balloon, but that didn't stop me. I started to loop more rope around her tit, this time about halfway up the length of the tit. I wanted this second rope to cut her young tit in half, so I tied it even tighter than the lower rope. Monica started screaming with real intensity after the second rope was in place. Her jugs had never been so abused before. The contrast between the shooting pain in her right tit and the unmolested left tit was a strange feeling. But it soon disappeared since I had more rope for her other tit. While applying these, the panting young teen started screaming really good. She got so noisy that we had to jam the dildo gag back down her throat. It was easier to work in the sudden quiet, so I decided to try out one more thing on her subdued hoots. I took out some fishing line and cut off some short lengths. I made a good fisherman's knot and slipped it over her bulging and fully erect nipple. Monica's nips were huge for such a small girl, and her tits were also especially large. The fishing line, when tightened, closed down on her tender nipple flesh. I pulled it as tight as I could... and saw that Monica was just shaking with the pain. I tied her other nipple in the same way. Amazing what a little bit of strategically placed rope could do to a young teen. She just laid there, her eyes partially closed, gagged and breathing heavily through her nose. Her body shook with occasional spasms, the result of the tight restraint applied to her big tits. She seemed to be drifting off into her own world of peace and pain. "Time to shock her back into the real world, boy," said Al. "We don't want to completely destroy her mind, just bend it a little. We have to keep her focused on this dimension and I just happen to have a foolproof way to rivet her minds attention on her body." Al started arranging his electrical equipment on the floor and table. He had a bunch of metal clamps, cunt and ass probes, and lots of wire in a large toolbox. Al showed me how to connect a heavy gauge wire to one of the specially designed alligator clips. He put this clamp on her nipple and turned the special screw that tightened the clip on her nipple flesh. As Monica felt the sharp clips bite into her nipple, she started to moan even louder. Under the intensity of the pain shooting through her abused jugs, Monica could barely think straight. She accepted the added pain of clamps on her nipples, in fact, after hanging around Al so long, she had come to expect them. But she wasn't expecting what was to come later. Never in her scariest nightmare had Monica ever thought that a crazy man like Al would send heavy volts of electricity flowing into her body. She would soon see exactly how far a certain kind of man could go in his desire to abuse young female flesh. Al clamped her other nipple in the same way and then connected the wires from her nipple clamps to a specially designed control board. This board, with knobs and switches, was in turn connected to a wall socket. Al stepped back from the helpless cunt and showed me how the control board worked. First, he flipped the switch that sent the flow of electricity into her nipples. By turning the knob, you could increase or decrease the voltage going into her body through her clamped nips. Al grinned and watched Monica as he slowly turned the knob, increasing the flow into her tits. At first, Monica only felt a strange tickling sensation in her tit tips. But as Al turned the knob, the itching feeling came to be a painful burning one. She hopelessly struggled against the tight restraints as she felt more and more pain explode in her tits. Al soon had the knob turned all the way, sending the maximum flow of juice into her tortured tits. Monica could only lie there, squirming and shaking with the pain. Al played with her by lowering the voltage for a while and then quickly sending her the maximum with a quick flick of the wrist. Monica tried to scream her lungs out, but the most she could manage were some pitiful moans and groans. The dildo gag was keeping her agony trapped inside her young, writhing body. Al turned the knob down so that Monica only felt a mild burning sensation in her nipples. "See how a little juice shocks them back into reality?" said Al. "And just wait till we hook up the rest of the equipment; she'll really start squirming then." Al next reached down and picked up a long, shiny steel dildo about twelve inches long. It was very thick with wires coming out from the bottom and could be held in place by a special leather harness. Al showed my how to slip the harness around her waist and between her legs. It was designed to hold cunt and ass probes securely in their slippery holes. After securing the harness, Al was ready to ram the steel dildo into her helpless pussy. He rubbed the dildo's head around her cunt-lips for a moment and smiled to see Monica's cunt start to juice from the metallic caresses. "See, the stupid cunt likes it... I've never had a girl turn on to this stuff so quickly. We're gonna have real fun with her." Al was right. Even though her tits had been brutally roped, her nipples harshly clamped and electrocuted, Monica's pussy responded to Al's manipulations erotically. She didn't know what hurt more: the torture devices or the shame in admitting to these men that she was being excited by the cruel treatment. She felt as if her body had betrayed her. Al continued rubbing her wetting cunt and she felt herself start building to an orgasm. But Al cut all this short by savagely stuffing the steel dildo deep into her cunt. Before she could get used to the metallic invasion Al had taken a slightly smaller and thinner dildo and shoved it up her ass. Monica shuddered as Al secured the dildos in her holes with the leather harness that kept both dildos buried deep in her cunt and ass. But that wasn't all for the poor girl. Al also took more alligator clips and connected the wires. He grabbed her cunt-lips with his fingers and proceeded to clamp her tender pussy flesh. The sight of Monica, with her cunt and ass packed tight, her nipples and pussy-lips clamped, had left me shaking with lust. I desperately wanted to fuck the little slut silly, but Al seemed to realize my predicament and said, "Just wait, you can fuck her brains out when this session is over. Besides, I'm not done yet. There's another clamp for her clit. Can't forget about that." Al rubbed and pinched her clit till it was standing up, firm and erect. He then positioned the clamp over her clit and tightened it till the sharp teeth were slicing into her quivering clit. Monica just lay there waiting, waiting for the incredible pain that was sure to come. She just couldn't believe what Al was about to do to her. Although she couldn't move her head to see what was being done to her, she could tell that she would soon feel the most pain of her young life. Her nipples and tits screamed with agony from the tight ropes and clamps. She felt totally stuffed, like a Thanksgiving turkey, by the large metal dildos in her twat and butthole. The thick dildo in her cunt was stretching her cunt hard, almost to the tearing point. But it was the clamps on her cunt-lips and clit that hurt the most. Her tenderest membranes were swollen and red. The young teen shook and quivered with pain and terror. If the electricity had hurt her tits so much, which by now were learning to deal with pain, what would her pussy and ass feel like when the electricity started? She would shortly find out. Al had flipped the switch for her cunt probe and started turning the knob. The results were just what Al had expected. Monica began to moan again with fresh intensity as the juice poured in. As Al turned up the power, she felt the awful pain build up deep in her cunt. Her body shook with spasms as Al sent the maximum flowing into her vagina. Poor Monica could only lie there and pray that the dildo didn't cook the inner walls of her pussy. Satisfied with the results, Al turned on the rest of the switches and turned the knobs for all the devices. Monica was soon feeling pain everywhere. The burning sensation spread into her bowels through the ass probe and her cunt-lips and clit were soon quivering from the biting electricity. We just stood there and watched Monica quiver and moan, uncontrollable spasms contorting her bound body. Al said, "See what household current can do to a young cunt when you apply it in all the right places? But this ain't all my control board can do. I think it's time for the automatic pilot." Al pressed a button that automatically controlled the amount of juice and its location. The board would randomly send blasts into her tits, cunt or ass. Sometimes it would hit all three at once and it could also decrease or increase the amount of juice. This had an even greater effect on Monica. The machine kept surprising her, she never knew where the next jolt would be or how strong it would be. This hurt even more than the constant zapping of all the devices. We continued to watch the girl and we could tell when the board sent a particularly strong voltage into her because her tits and ass-cheeks would quiver and bounce with each strong blast. I couldn't hold myself any longer. I pulled my stiff dick out of my pants and jerked off watching the young teen shiver and groan. It wasn't long before I came and shot my come all over her bound and tortured body. I was shaking with lust and was looking forward to fucking Monica's brains out with my raging hard-on. We kept up the electrical attack on her firm, young body for another twenty minutes. I would have liked to make her suffer longer, but Al said that enough was enough. Later on, in future sessions, we could zap her longer, but this was only an introduction for the new girl. Eventually we would zap her for hours at a time while whipping the living shit out of her tits and body. We could also fuck her ass or cunt while sending huge volts into her tits. But that was all in the future and would have to wait. Meanwhile, I was content watching her feel pain where she had never felt pain before: deep in her cunt and deep in her ass. By the time we finished with her, Monica was a sorry mass of tortured female flesh. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles spasmed under the electrical attack and her tits were blue from the tight ropes. Al cut the power and removed the clamps and dildos from her helpless body. He released the bonds that held her to the table and helped up off of it. Monica was very weak, she couldn't stand up on her own. Al lifted her up over his shoulder and dumped her onto a bed in a holding cell where she could try to recover from the awful onslaught. Before locking the cell door, I could see Monica shaking and muttering to herself, "Oh God help me... help me..." That was the beginning on my new obsession... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 64