Chapter 3
While the girl lay moaning on the bed, he left her, going upstairs and making use of his VCRs there to edit the tapes he'd shot of her the other day. He spliced the scenes together, making her look like a total whore fucking herself for the camera.
Then, being careful there were no prints on the tape, he drove back to her own city and mailed the tape to the police, who were no doubt looking for her. He was sure the cops who saw it would jerk off like mad while watching.
He picked up several local papers and read about the girl's disappearance, snickering to himself as they speculated about her fate. Then he drove back home, thinking of all the things he could do to the no-good little tramp.
He shoved open the steel door and stepped inside, leering at the girl as she looked up at him in fear.
"Feeling good, slut?" he asked.
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"You mean no, sir, don't you?" He bit off the words.
"Yes ... I mean, no sir," she gulped.
"Get over here. Crawl over to me."
She moaned as she slowly eased herself off the bed and onto her knees. She crawled across the floor and stopped just in front of him. He looked down at he with a smug expression. He lifted his right foot, prodding at her with the shoe.
"Lick my shoes clean, slut," he sniffed. She gulped and sniffled, but slowly bent her face over his feet. She bent low and slid her tongue out against his right shoe, lapping at it as he watched. His gaze roamed over her, from her lapping tongue to her welt covered torso.
His cock pulsed with pleasure.
She licked all over his shoe, then he raised it up and she licked the bottom, including the heel, sniffling and whimpering as she did.
"Stupid whore," he sniffed. "Take off my clothes."
Her hands trembling, she undid the laces of his shoes and took them off one by one, then removed his socks. She stood up, her eyes filled with fear as she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then she undid his pants and pulled them down.
"This is for you, whore," he said, running his fist up and down his boner.
He stepped behind her and pulled her arms behind her back, snapping the cuffs together. She whimpered but held still. He stepped back around in front of her and looked down.
"Now suck me off, you cunt-faced twat," he snarled.
He gripped her hair, bunching it up at the side of her head, then pulled her up and against his boner. She opened her mouth and gulped it in, sucking hurriedly, no doubt wanting to please him. He felt the power in his position and reveled in it.
He held the girl's hair as she slid her lips up and down on his cock, bunching it tight together so it pulled against his scalp even though he didn't try to move her head.
She put a lot of energy into her sucking, whipping her tongue up and down his shaft as she worked. But he was almost more excited by the fear evident in her eagerness than in what her mouth was doing.
"That's it you cunt, suck it. You're real good at this, aren't you, had lots of experience. What did you charge all the boys at school, hmmmm?"
He jerked her head back by the hair and she cried out in pain.
"How much did you charge the boys for a blow job?" he demanded.
"Nothing," she sobbed.
"You mean you gave it away? I don't believe that. You charged them for it. didn't you!" He jerked her head back and forth by the hair and she yelled in pain.
"What'd you charge, whore?"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Tell me!" he growled.
"Twenty dollars!" she cried, saying the first sum that came to mind.
"Lying cunt! Who'd pay a worthless, ugly, stinking little slut like you twenty dollars? You charged a nickel, didn't you?" Again he jerked her head back and forth and she screamed in pain.
"Yes! Yes!" she howled. He jerked her face forward against his cock again, jamming his prick into her and slamming it forward as hard as he could. His hard cock knob rammed against the back of her mouth and punched right down her throat.
He gasped in surprise and pleasure as he felt his cock sliding down her throat. The girl squirmed and thrashed against him but he easily held her in place as he buried his cock between her lips. She struggled frantically but he only chuckled in delight, slowly fucking her throat.
"Yeah! Oh Yeah!" he gasped. "That's the way! That's how to do it, slut."
He ran his stiff prick back and forth in her throat, ignoring her muffled moans and screams, rodding his cock harder and harder in her throat. Her face turned white, then red, then blue. He slid his cock out then, not wanting her to faint.
"How did you like that, slut? How'd you like the taste of man meat?"
She coughed and choked and panted for breath as he laughed at her. He jerked her head back again and pushed his cock against her lips.
"Get ready to swallow my cock again, whore," he sneered.
"Please," she whimpered. He prodded her lips but she kept her mouth shut.
"Open your mouth, you cheap, cock-hungry slut," he growled.
He jerked her head around by the hair, then slapped her face. Still she kept her mouth closed. Cursing, he let go of her hair and instead clamped both hands around her slender throat.
"Want to do it the hard way, whore? Think you can stop me doing what I want?"
He watched her face as it turned red, then blue again. She struggled against him but he pushed her down on the floor, holding both hands around her throat. He watched her desperate eyes bulge out as she writhed below him.
Then they rolled back in her head.
He let go of her throat, snickering to himself. He made sure she was breathing again, then shoved her legs back against her chest, thrust his cock into her furry little cunt opening, and fucked wildly for about a minute before dumping his sperm in her belly.
He went back upstairs, leaving her on the floor. A little while later he watched on the TV as she woke and crawled over to the bed, curling up in a ball, whimpering.
He gave her a half hour, then went down again. She scurried back on the bed as she saw him and he smiled inwardly.
"Come here, slut. We're going to do a little more throat fucking."
"Please don't, Mister," she begged. "I'll do anything else you want."
"You'll do anything I want. Anything! Now get your filthy little ass over here or I'll strangle you, and this time I won't ease up."
Shaking, she slid forward out of bed.
"Crawl to me, whore," he barked.
Her hands were still cuffed behind her back so it wasn't easy, but she did as he ordered, slithering on her belly and breasts across the floor to him.
"Lick my feet and toes," he said.
Sniffing, she licked at his toes, running her warm, soft, wet tongue all over and between them, then over his ankle and under his heel. His cock started to harden and soon was bulging with lust again.
"That's enough."
He pulled her to her knees by the hair, then prodded at her mouth with his cock. Resigned, she opened her mouth and he pushed his cock inside. He felt the back of her mouth with his cockhead, knocking against it several times as she choked.
Then he thrust forward, ramming his cockhead through and into her throat. She squirmed helplessly as his cock slid down her throat. He drove it in to the balls, loving the look on her face as his balls hung over her lips.
"Suck on that, you ugly little bitch," he leered.
He pumped his cock up and down her throat, loving the tightness as her throat chewed on his boner. He pulled it out only when it looked like she would begin to faint, rubbing the wet shaft and head against her face as she caught her breath.
Then he forced it back down her throat again, pumping harder and harder. Just as he was about to cum he tore it free, squeezing the shaft as his scum shot out and splattered against her face. She closed her eyes against the rain of white drops striking her face.
He rubbed his cock over her face again, smearing the sperm all over her skin, then he flung her back, grumbling in pleasure.
"Not bad, cunt face. You'll get better after you've done that a thousand times or so."
She lay on her back, whimpering and panting for breath.
"Spread your legs, whore," he ordered.
She opened her knees, spreading them apart.
"Wider. Wider!"
She spread her knees as far as she could get them, the tendons in her thighs aching. He looked down at her cunt with interest. He went upstairs again without a word, returning a minute later. The girl had already returned to the bed.
"Get your skinny ass over here," he snapped.
She jumped up and dropped to her knees but he motioned her to her feet. She shuffled across to the table where he was standing and he twisted her around so her ass was against it, then shoved her back across it.
"Spread your legs apart, whore," he said.
She did and he began to clip off her pubic hair with the scissors he held. He snipped it close then took out the razor. He was about to use the shaving cream he had brought but then laughed and tossed it away.
He brought the razor down against her pussy hair and started to scrape the hair away. She cried out in pain, jerking back but he cuffed her hard.
"Stay still, whore," he snarled.
Dry, her crotch ached fiercely as he scraped the razor across her pussy hair. The razor worked fine on dry hair, though from the way she yelped and moaned and sobbed it didn't feel any too good. Her legs jerked and twitched and bounced but didn't try to close. She knew better.
"Pull your legs back," he ordered, shoving her legs back against her chest. She held them there as he shaved her cunt crack and all around it, removing every trace of hair.
He rubbed his hand over her smooth, soft flesh, ignoring her whimpering, not caring if it stung, if she go razor burn.
"Now that looks nice," he said. "Feels nice too."
He shoved his finger into her cunt crack and wiggled it around, pressing against one side, then the other, sliding it back and forth in her fuck channel.
"I bet you had a thousand cocks down here already, haven't you?"
"No," she whispered.
He glared at her and she shrank back.
"Yes," she gulped.
"Slut."
He dragged her forward off the table and threw her down on her knees. Her head struck the floor and she groaned, dazed.
"Raise that ass higher," he snarled.
She stuck her ass up, then, at another yell, spread her legs apart. She didn't see him putting on one of his shoes, or turning back to her. She was too wrapped up in her own misery and pain.
He slammed his boot directly into her cunt with such force her ass swung up and she somersaulted, falling down on her back with her head towards him. She gurgled insanely, flopping and bouncing on the floor, her legs jerking spasmodically as the pain tore through her guts and mind.
He moved around to the other side, prodding her legs apart. She wasn't thinking, bleary, dizzy, nauseous, dazed with pain. Opening her legs was what she instinctively wanted to do to ease the nausea and agony in her crotch. She hardly even noticed him above her.
Her legs were far apart again as he stepped back then leapt forward, slamming his foot into the soft, fleshy cunt mound. There was a sickening thud of flesh being crushed. Her body arched back, legs flying up and apart, then falling heavily to the floor.
She bounced and jerked as though in a seizure. He watched in glee.
"Stuck up little slut," he muttered. "Don't feel so hot now, do you."
He gripped her hair and dragged the girl back to her knees. Despite the pain she made no effort to rise, her arms at her side and her eyes dull as he held her by the hair. He gripped her under one arm and hauled her to her feet, shoving her face down across the table.
He uncuffed her wrists then fastened a pair of thick studded leather cuffs on in their place. Each cuff had a metal ring embedded in it. He lifted the moaning girl's legs up and fastened similar leather cuffs to her ankles, then dragged her off the table.
He half dragged, half carried her across the room, to a framework of two by fours he'd set up. It was little more than a square frame bolted to the floor. Chains were fixed to all four corners. He placed the girl in it, raising one arm and attaching the cuff to the chain there.
He took her by the other arm then, lifting the wrist up to the far corner and slipping the catch over the ring of her cuff. She dangled loosely, her rubbery legs bent beneath her.
He moved to the side of the framework and turned a small wheel, pulling the chain through a hole in the frame, which lifted her arm up higher. He moved to the other side of the frame and pulled another wheel, tightening that chain.
Now she hung straight, her toes barely touching the floor, her arms pulled up and apart. He moved behind her, taking one slim ankle and pulling it wide. He attached the ring to the lower chain on that side, then repeated the act with her other ankle.
Again he turned the wheels until she was pulled so tight she couldn't move anything but her head. Her body hung in mid-air, arms and legs wide. He stepped in front of her and rubbed her puffy cunt mound.
"You'll like this, whore girl," he said.
He slid a belt around her waist, then picked up a long thin metal tube. He rubbed her rounded buttocks, then slid the tube against her asshole and forced it up into her rectum. She moaned and whimpered but could not resist.
He slid it in deep, then took the leather strap that dangled from the end and tied it to the back of her belt. He picked up a second metal tube and slid it up into her naked fuck crack, pushing it up hard even when he felt it hit the bottom of her fuck box, watching her moan and squirm.
He tied the leather strap to the front of her belt, then rolled over a little cart. He carefully attached a wire to the tube sticking out of her ass, then did the same for the other one. He snickered as he moved in front of her and held up a wire attached to an alligator clip.
"This is gonna sting," he giggled.
He bent and sucked steadily on her left nipple for long seconds, then pulled his head back, slid the clip over it and let it go. It snapped shut, the harsh metal teeth digging into her soft, sensitive nipple.
She cried out in pain, sobbing piteously, straining against the bonds holding her. He only laughed, taking another alligator clip and snapping that over her right nipple. He took a third wire and got down on his knees in front of her, his fingers prying her pussy lips apart.
He found her clitty and pushed the clip in against it, getting the teeth on either side, then letting them bite down on it. She screamed in agony, her body shaking and jerking in pain as the teeth pinched her clit.
Tired of her screams he punched her in the belly, hard. She gasped, then hiccupped, then moaned long and low.
"Dumb cunt," he sniffed.
He turned on a machine that sat on the cart and began to play with the switches, watching the dials. Electricity hissed down the wires to her nipples, making them tingle. He held it at low voltage for a while, sending the same amount of power to her clitty, her cunt and her rectum.
"We're going to play twenty questions," he told her. "Whenever you get a question wrong you'll feel this." His hand twisted one of the knobs sharply and she shriek as thousands of watts of electricity chewed on her nipples.
She shook and thrashed in agony as the electricity continued to rip and burn through her aching tit mounds. Then he turned the knob back and she went limp, sobbing weakly.
"Ready for the questions? Not answering counts as a wrong answer by the way."
She groaned in response.
"First question: What are you? Five seconds for the answer."
"I ... I'm a dirty fucking slut," she gasped.
"Correct."
She moaned in relief.
"Second question: How many cocks have you sucked?"
"Hundreds and hundreds," she gasped.
He turned the knob sharply and electricity surged up the pipe and into her anus. She howled maniacally, shaking and thrashing through the maddening curtain of pain. Her body shook and shuddered and danced in the chains as he looked on.
He turned the knob back to low, smiling.
"The correct answer was, thousands. Actually, I would have accepted anything over a thousand. Now then, your next question: What are teenage girls made for?"
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Uhhhh ... fu ... fucking?"
"Correct. That is what teenage girls were made for. Any that isn't getting fucked on a regular basis is betraying God, and must, like you, be punished."
"Next question: What is your favorite fantasy?"
"My ... my ... uhhh ... uhhhh ... AAAAAAARRGGGGHHHHH!"
"Took too long," he chided her, turning watching her howl and dance as the electricity bit into her clitty. He kept her shaking and shrieking for long, long seconds before turning the knob back. She went limp, her eyes glassy.
"Your favorite fantasy is to get gang banged by the football team. That's every teenage girl's fantasy. Next question: Why do teenage girls wear tight pants?"
Amy hardly heard him, and answering was beyond her even if she could get her mind to work. Seconds later the electricity ripped into her asshole, throwing her hips forward. Jack quickly jerked that knob back and twisted the one leading to her cunt, sending electricity sizzling up into her fuck crack.
Her ass was thrown back and he twisted that knob again. He turned all five knobs and watched the electricity fry the little blonde's brain. She thrashed and gurgled and shook and babbled hysterically, her body spasming and shaking and writhing madly.
He turned the dials down to low and watched her head sink down. He twisted the knob leading to her cunt, sending a blast of power up into her fuck box. She screamed again, the sound a hideous wail of agony and misery.
He turned the power down then shot more into her clit, then turned that down. He shifted one dial after the other, in no pattern. The electricity ripped into her from every direction, first her cunt, then her left tit, then her asshole, then her clit, then her right tit, then her asshole again, then both tits.
She was blown unconscious and he sniffed in disappointment. He turned the power on all five wires back to low and shuffled back upstairs, leaving her like that.
After a while she woke ... to pain. She moaned weakly, unable to move anything but her head. She hung there in a semi-conscious state, breathing raggedly. Every part of her body ached, especially her cunt, which had been shaved while dry, kicked, raped, and electrocuted.
The sharp biting teeth of the alligator clip still bit down on her clitty, and her shaking and jerking had only made the clip pull harder as she bounced the wire up and down.
She let her head fall forward, her eyes closed. Her mind was shattered, blasted by the pain and misery and humiliation. She didn't care anymore, didn't care about anything, hardly even thought about anything but her pain.
She wasn't sure when she became aware of the pleasure, or where it was coming from. It was a steady, pulsing, throbbing pleasure, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere. She didn't recognize what it was, but her dazed mind welcomed the respite from pain.
She moaned weakly, her body twitching and shaking a little. Her hips trembled, and then slowly moved back and forth, unconsciously humping forward against the big vibrator purring away inside her pussy.
He turned up the power a little, and though at first she gave a little cry of pain, her body adjusted to it, and the electricity began to burn her with pleasure again. Her body trembled harder.
Her mind was still only semi-conscious, yet her body was now shaking and boiling with pleasure and lust. Freed of the misery inhabiting her mind, her body rejoiced in the pleasure pouring through it.
She finally began to wake enough to recognize the sensations her body was experiencing. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped in surprise and confusion. She pulled her head up and back, panting for breath, her body burning with pain.
But the pleasure was uppermost, and growing. She whimpered in denial, not wanting to feel this kind of pleasure, not like this, not here. She looked around and saw him standing behind her. She groaned in denial, trying desperately to repress the feelings inside her.
But she could not. They were already too strong, and as he watched she pulled her head far back, her body stiffening, then shuddering as an orgasm boiled through it. Her pelvis humped out again and again as the orgasm roared through her skull.
Then she went limp, weeping in misery and humiliation.
"Dirty little whore," he sniggered. "Fucking the metal cocks and cumming like a slut."
He reached over and turned the dials, sending the voltage blasting through her. She shrieked in agony, her body vibrating like a tuning fork. Then she lost consciousness again.