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                                       BY
L J J Hanson 
Copyright 1989
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PROLOGUE
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
seventeen 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 tought 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 15
or 16 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.


CHAPTER ONE

         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 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 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.         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.                         
End of Capter One 


Stay tuned to this board and wait for the eagerly anticipated second
chapter.  













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