Cracking Cassandra - pt.1 (MF, NC, V, BD/SM, tort) The parking lot was dark and covered with fog when she finally stepped out of the building and locked the front door behind her. The fog was so thick that the parking lot lights where no more than dim yellow blobs, and you truly needed to know where your car was parked in order to find it. I knew where her was. I intentionally parked the van beside it. I could hear the clicking of her heels before she emerged from the fog, no more than 8 feet away from me. Long blond hair pulled into a pony tail, her figure seemed even more slender and tall than her fit 5'8" usually did. I startled her. good. "What are you doing here?" she asks with some anxiety when I step forward and quickly punch her in the stomach. Though she has amazingly hard abdominal muscles , the sucker punch did the trick, and she crumples to the ground airless. I douse the rag with the liquid, and attach it firmly around her mouth and nose. Within a few seconds she's out. I drag her into the van, lay her face down on a dirty mattress, and handcuff her wrists behind her back, then her ankles, and finally another cuff between those two. One-two-three, hog tied bitch. So easy, so far. I grab her head and pull it back enough to slip a ball gag into her mouth, then slide the restraints over her head and secure all the buckles. She is going to be sooooo sorry. I pick up her purse from the ground and place it under her drivers seat. Then I make the call. Soon, the car will be picked up, driven to her house, and neatly parked. Three day weekends are a blessing, enough to get what I want from her, and no co-workers to notice any absence. As I shut the van door, I think the drug's effect may be weakening. Oh well. I drive out and head for the secluded mountain house I've enjoyed occupying in the last few months. After I get what I need I will really need to get out of here, but the pay, and not to mention the pleasure of tormenting Cassandra, is going to be worth it. ----------- When I got here I refreshed the rag with some more liquid, and knocked her out again. I dragged her into the torture chamber I had prepared for all this time, and stripped her. Then I sat her in a straight-back wooden chair and began by handcuffing her wrists and ankles to the chair. Next I used a strong nylon rope to secure her legs to the legs of the chair, practically encasing them from her ankles to the midway point to her knee. I did a similar thing with her arms, so that when she wakes up she'll feel as if they were glued to the armrests. Finally, to ensure head restraint I fashioned a noose, fit it around her neck, and secured it to the back of the chair. The noose was loose enough, but it implied severe consequences in case she attempted to shift her torso away from my administrations. I stepped back and looked at her. As usual my lust for her flared up quickly. Long legs with strong muscles, built from many hours at the gym. A flat muscular stomach, and between both areas a little patch, barely visible from the way she was sitting, of trim blonde pubic hair. Her face is absolute perfection, presenting the high cheekbone structure of her German parents. Big blue eyes set in a high smooth forehead, and now I have let her long hair loose of that pony tail. My gaze followed her slender neck down to her most delicious feature, a beautiful set of 36D breasts, ripe and inviting. I accepted the invitation, and went to work. Placing the TENS units on the floor between her legs, I rub the water soluble glue to her breasts, then attach the electrodes on both sides of her nipples. She is beginning to stir, so I quickly finish attaching all the wires, and flick the unit on, turning the dial to 4. Her eyes fly open with terror. ----------- 5 minutes on level 4, and I can tell she is not enjoying this. 3 minutes on level 5, 1 minute at 6, 30 seconds at 7, 20 seconds at 8, and 10 seconds at 9. I turn the dial off, stopping the TENS unit from torturing Cassandra's breasts any longer. Her face is hidden in sweat matted blond hair, her beautiful body glistening with perspiration produced from the pain my little trusty unit has been delivering her. I grab a handful of hair in my fist and pull her head up, so that her blue eyes are staring into mine. Defiance! just like I hoped for, the more reason to increase the level of punishment. "So, wasn't that fun Cassandra? I so loved watching you while I shocked your tits. I've been thinking of torturing them for a long time now, and I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.", I smile at her warmly. She probably tries to curse me, but the ball gag is doing a lovely job keeping her quiet. I go over to the wall and pick up a crop, walk over quickly to her and start thrashing her tits, just for the hell of it. I make sure to only hit her tits, delivering my strongest blows to her nipples. I stop at fifteen, not because she's crying, but because her eyes are not on me any longer. That really won't do. I pick up a thick hypodermic needle, grab her by the hair and present the needle just a few inches away from her big blue eyes. "You see this, bitch? I want your full attention. You took your eyes off me, and now see what you've done?" and with that I slowly insert that needle through her left nipple. She screams loud enough to be heard through the gag. I'm impressed, so I repeat the procedure with her right nipple as well. She's really screaming now. I walk away from her to examine all the tools and toys I've invested in. Let's see, there's a bunch more hypodermic needles, and I'm happy that she responds so well to those. I was planning on using her nice big 36Ds for a pin cushion. Then there's some long candles, and some short fat ones, a whip, the crop, various clamps, a paddle. I like getting value for my money, and I'll be using them all on her. Plus, if it's all as much fun as the TENS, crop, and needles have been, then it really was worth it all. I look at her eyes, those beautiful, big blue eyes, and enjoy the look of shock and pain in them. The tears have made them shiny, and I love the way her mascara is dripping down her face. She looks so good when she's in pain. It's time for more of that, so I start fumbling with the TENS unit again, connecting long thin wires all the way to the needles which are embedded in her nipples. I kiss her on the top of her head, and switch the dial to 4. She squirms in pain, a little too squirmy, since we both know that she can take much more current than that. I don't want her to start involving any drama in this, and therefore reach for the crop, determined to give us both a chance to see her display and appropriate level of torment. After all, you want to know that your victim is really experiencing the pain you wish upon them, so I begin to bring the crop down hard on the tops of her muscular thighs. After twenty strokes I stop, turn off the TENS, and examine the welts on her thighs. I suddenly fear that this last beating has allowed her to divert my attention from my main target - torturing her tits. Bitch! OK, back to basics. I disconnect the wires and start removing the needles from her nipples, except that I do so in a slow deliberate motion, twirling the needle around, in a way that I know is sickeningly painful (at least that's how stronger, more experienced subs have responded. And Cassandra's are virgin tits, having never been tormented before). When I have pulled the needles out I begin to suck on them, gently. I must admit that these are some of the nicest looking tits and nipples I have ever played with . They'll be so marked by the time I finish. I keep on sucking, licking and nibbling on her nipples, robbing some more of her dignity from her, since it is obvious that she is getting aroused. After I feel like her breathing patterns have changed from tormented to pleasured, I know that it is time to go on. I grab two strong nipple clamps and show them to her. Cassandra's eyes widen in recognition, and seem to plead with me to go back to vanilla sex, rather than use the clamps. I smile at her, enjoying this so much, and attach the rather cruel clamps to her nipples. Cassandra's brow furrows, but that's not enough of a response, so I tug gently on her clamps, then release, and the tug harder, and release, and on, until finally her eyes shut tightly in response to my tugging. Great! but once again, she took her eyes off me. I love messing with my victims head, making sure that they're in so much pain that they go crazy trying to avoid all the different traps I lay for them, each with an appropriate punishment. "oops, bitch, you're not looking at me again. OK then, let's give you what you want.", I whisper in her ear, real close, and watch her eyes pop open in fright. God! this is so much fun. I walk behind her, grab the back of the chair, and slowly ease it down to the floor, so that she is staring straight up at the ceiling. "Bye!" I say, but I don't really leave, I just walk around so that I can see her bare feet, but she can't see me. I remember that I really like feet. She has really pretty feet, as opposed to other victims of mine, and I wonder if they are really sensitive. Not that ugly feet prevent any torture, but beauty has always whipped up (literally) a psychotic fervency in me. Well, some tootsie torture is what's in store, but she doesn't know that yet. I take a needle and patiently start to stab at different parts of her feet, which wiggle madly in response, but to little effect, since her ankles are tied so tightly to the legs of the chair. Next, I pick a feather, and take my time tickling her feet. I conclude that her arches are very sensitive, her heels not too much, and her toes can take tickling but really dislike being pricked. I switch back to the needle for a couple of more minutes, spending my time on her toes, trying to draw attention away from her arches. The whimpering I can hear coming out of her gag is a nice encouragement, so I go on, probably stretching the toe torture bit to as long as five minutes, though it's hard to follow time when you're having fun. By that time I'm convinced my next move will surprise her, so I quietly reach for the crop, and bring a first blow smashing down on her right foot, with a backhanded motion. She screams, and I feel all warm and happy that it had that affect on her. There's no need for secrecy now, so I allow myself to move into her field of sight, parallel to her feet, in order to allow for better control. As my blows rain down on her feet I watch her face, and I'm very happy to note that even though her eyes are welling up with tears, her face red from crying and screaming and choking on the gag, she dares not look away from me. I take my time, delivering strong blows to one foot then the other. in a few hours her feet will be black and blue with bruises, and I think I'll take her leg bindings off. It'll just be funny if she tries to hobble away, and cause me to work her whole body over with a crop in retaliation. I keep a steady pace, until it looks like any more blows will cause flesh to fly off her feet, then I stop. I walk over to her and lay down on the floor next to her. I stroke her tear streaked face, and her golden hair. She's looking at me sadly now, and I begin to feel bad (just a little). She doesn't even now why she's suffering yet, and that's a shame. I kiss her cheek, and then yank the nipple clip off her left nipple, enjoying the way her eyes grow large to that sudden pain. I lean over her, and take that tortured nipple in my mouth, sometime swirling my tongue around it, sometimes biting it, and also sucking it hard. I know that all three will be hard to bear, now that the blood is rushing back into the nipple. After a while I repeat the procedure on the right nipple. Then I stop. I look at her face, and she looks back obediently. I love how the pain digs itself into a victims features, the skin glistening with sweat, the matted hair, the furrowed brow, the pain filled wet eyes. I place a clamp back on her left nipple, and continue sucking her right one. She's looking right at me, with a delightful expression of frustration, probably due to the return of the clamp to her other nipple. I keep this teasing and torment for a long time, the clamp and sucking alternating between her nipples, while she struggles to lock her eyes with mine, daring not to incur any more punishment. I smile at her as I roll her nipples between my tongue and teeth. She is the most lovely of victims. A perfect body deserves perfect torture. I watch sweat bead up on her high forehead, proof of the physical and mental exertion she's going through. It mixes well with her tears. I don't even now how long I've been doing this to her. I get up, undress slowly, and grab some coconut oil. I drip it between her tits, then I straddle her chest. My dick is hard from all the excitement, and I put my hands on each side of her tits and squeeze them lightly, burying my dick in between. It's nice and slippery and warm, and her tits are so soft between my hands. I tit fuck her slowly, massaging her tits, pulling gently on her nipples, getting them all hard between my fingers. She is visibly relieved to be used this way, as opposed to being tortured, and it gives her face the expression of absolute delight with being tit fucked. Ummmm, I like this, I keep going and just to increase my pleasure and decrease hers (which turns me on even more) I begin to inflict cruelty on her nipples. I squeeze each nipple in turn, trying hard to make my thumb and forefinger crush it. Then I pull the upwards, extending them. My grip on her nipples is so strong that her tits also begin to distend. "I'm milking you bitch", I tell her, and laugh at her pain. After a while I'm on the verge of coming, I let go of her nipples and beat off over her face, knowing that right now the rush of blood back into the nipples is torturing her enough, and with that I grunt and come, spurting my load on her nose, cheeks and forehead. I get up and chuckle, and begin to apply some more glue to her feet. In a couple of minutes the TENS unit is ready for action, and I have to wonder how much damage it will inflict on her feet, which are already swelling up in response to my earlier crop work. "I'll be back when I feel ready for that blowjob I promised myself. Now, I I'm going to let you think of how you would love to give me that long, wet sucking, and maybe this will persuade you to plan the best work a slut like you can offer", and with that the TENS is back on, making the feet begin their mad squirming. And the eyes. My come running down her face. Oh my. The dial is turned down to 3 and then I walk away, turning off the lights as I leave the room, closing the door behind me. ----------- End of part 1
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