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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Becky's Ordeal Chapters 1-4 (M/f nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
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This story is for GROWNUPS ONLY. If it's illegal for you to read this,
 kindly go elsewhere. This is a work of fiction. Anyone who commits
the kind of horrible, brutal acts that are contained in this story is
a sick fuck. Do not read this if you are remotely offended by any
portrayal of rape, torture or brutality.

BECKY'S ORDEAL (M/f nc, torture, rape, kidnap, slavery)
by e. wolf

        CHAPTER ONE

I picked up this little bitch hitchhiking. She said her name was
Becky, and I believed her, because the way she answered when I asked
her made it obvious she hadn't bothered to think of an alias. She also
said she was twenty-one, which was bullshit, since she was running
away from home. I figured she was maybe seventeen. But once I got her
engaged in conversation, I could see her starting to relax. Enough so
that she agreed to stop and have a bite to eat with me.
She wasn't especially pretty, more like average-looking, with long
wavy brown hair and big wide eyes. She was a little on the plump side,
but I could tell even through her ratty-looking jean jacket that she
had nice big, well-formed tits. She came from a little town up north,
which didn't surprise me. We get a lot of runaways through these parts
on the way to the city. It's a small town, but we get so many people
passing through that hardly anybody takes any notice.
Which gave me an idea. I'm an artist by trade, working out of my house
in the woods, but I've been known to run a little extracurricular
activity on the side. This girl would be just perfect for my
business.We stopped at a little greasy-spoon off the main road, and
halfway through dessert she announced she had to go to the bathroom. I
took the opportunity to slip a little something in her drink and
finish paying the cheque. When she got back, I told her to finish up
quickly so we
could leave. She drained the last half of her Coke in a single gulp,
and we went back out to the car.
We hadn't gone far when Becky started to feel a little drowsy. I could
see her head drooping against her ample chest, her big baby blues
starting to drift shut. Pretty soon she was fast asleep.
My house is isolated, to say the least; more than a mile from the
nearest neighbor in any direction, lots of trees all around. My
favorite feature is the basement, dug deep enough to keep in any
sound, with no windows, nice, cold stone walls and a good solid
concrete floor. Over the years I've taken the time to accumulate a
number of special toys, and the basement is the perfect place to keep
them. The basement door is solid steel, with a heavy combination lock
on both the inside and the outside.
It was well after dark by the time we got to my house, and Becky still
wasn't stirring. I'd given her a strong enough dose to keep her out
cold for at least another hour. I dragged her into the house and down
to the basement, where I proceeded to cut off her clothes with a pair
of sharp scissors. She wouldn't be needing them anymore. As I was
disposing of her used garments in the wood furnace, I had a quick look
at the tag on her bra. It was a 40DD. Just the way I like them.
The next step was getting her nice and secure. She'd be waking up
soon, and although at six foot four and 250 pounds, she was no match
for me, I wasn't in the mood for a struggle tonight.
On one wall I have a set of chains and cuffs hanging. I dragged Becky
over to that wall and set about fastening her to the wall. When I was
finished, she dangled helplessly, like some kind of medieval prisoner,
wrists and ankles secured to the wall. The chains were long enough
that
she had some range of motion; her feet were on the floor, but she
couldn't move more than eight or ten inches away from the wall.
I stepped back to examine my handiwork. She was a little on the heavy
side for my tastes, but a little crash diet, courtesy of yours truly,
would do the trick. Her tits were truly magnificent, though, huge
white globes with wide pink nipples in the middle. The nipples were
soft at the moment, but I was sure we could fix that in a hurry, just
as soon as she was awake. I would have to pierce her, too, but that
could wait until another day.
It wasn't long before I saw her starting to stir. I thought I'd better
gag her before she woke up. I didn't want her pestering me with a lot
of stupid questions right off the bat. I selected a medium-sized ball
gag for my purposes, black rubber with a full harness. Her muscles
were
still loose enough that I was able to slip it into her mouth without
too much trouble. Getting it out later would be another issue, but I
was willing to deal with that issue when the time came.
Becky awoke slowly, tossing her head from side to side gently, as if
she was trying to find her pillow. She tried to rub her eyes, but
found her wrists were secured too far away for her hands to reach her
face. Suddenly she snapped to life, her eyes popping open, and she
looked around frantically, trying to figure out where she was.
"Hello, Becky," I said calmly. Through the gag, she let out a little
squeal. A comical look of shock spread across her face when she
realized her mouth was full. She tried to expel the gag, but to no
avail. With a sob, she looked at me, her eyes wide and pleading. Tried
to pull away from the wall, but of course she wasn't going anywhere.
I let her experiment for a couple more minutes, just sitting in my
special chair with my arms crossed over my chest, watching with the
hint of a smile spreading across my face. Finally I decided I'd better
break the silence, before my little guest started to get bored.
"Those are lovely titties you've got there, Becky," I said. I stood up
and uncrossed my arms, revealing the object I was holding in my hand.
Somehow I doubted she'd seen one before, but the look on her face told
me she knew exactly what it was for.
"You know what I'd like you to do, Becky? I'd like you to shake those
pretty titties for me."
Becky shook her head, gave out a little moan, her eyes pleading with
me to let her go. I caressed the object in my hands, a vicious-looking
cat-o-nine-tails. It's gentle compared to some of my other toys, but I
thought I'd start my young guest off slowly. But I do love to see a
nice big pair of tits shaking, so I figured she could entertain me for
a little while. Besides, she could certainly use the exercise."Go
ahead, Becky. Make them shake for me."
Reluctantly, the girl started to sway back and forth as much as she
could. Her fat titties began to swing slightly as she moved, but not
enough for my liking.
"More." I gave her pale white thighs a little kiss with the whip,
making her jump in surprise.
"That's more like it," I said. "Jump for me, Becky. Let's see those
titties move."
Becky began to hop up and down, her feet leaving the ground perhaps an
inch. The chains on her wrists and ankles didn't give her a lot of
latitude, but after a few more licks from the whip, she started to
really throw her whole body into each jump. Before long those
marvellous globes of hers were swinging up and down so hard I thought
they would give her a black eye. She managed to keep it up for a good
seven or eight minutes before she began to tire. I used the whip to
keep her going for another thirty minutes or so, making a lovely red
criss-cross pattern across her upper thighs and belly. I didn't want
to mar those beautiful tits - at least, not yet. When I was finished,
the girl was covered in a sheen of sweat and gasping for air through
her nose. Streams of drool coursed down her face around the gag. Her
tits heaved with each breath. I put the whip down and began to fondle
them roughly, enjoying the feel of her fleshy globes beneath my
fingers.
I thought about going farther with our little game at this point, but
decided I'd better catch some shut-eye first. My guest and I had a
long day together tomorrow, and I wanted to be well-rested for the
occasion.
As I lay in bed that night, I pictured Becky's enormous tits wrapped
around the thick shaft of my cock, and I jacked off twice before I
fell asleep.
 
        CHAPTER TWO
When I got downstairs the next morning, Becky was exactly where I left
her (not that she had much of a choice!), standing in a puddle of her
own piss. Remarkably, she was asleep. Fortunately, I have a hose
attached to the basement wall for just such an occasion, and I sprayed
her - and the floor - vigorously with a nice strong spray of ice-cold
water. She awoke with a start, and began to scream through her gag as
she realized where she was.
"Good morning, Becky. Are we ready to have some more fun?"
I decided I'd take her on a little tour of the basement, and maybe let
her lie down for a while. After all, she couldn't have been very
comfortable standing up like that all night. Not that she'd be any
more comfortable with what I had planned for her.
I fastened a tight leather collar around Becky's neck before I
unfastened the chains. With a leash hooked on to the collar, I dragged
Becky into another room, where I have a special table fitted with all
sorts of special features.
Becky resisted slightly, but her limbs were stiff from being chained
in one position all night, so I didn't have much trouble getting her
up on the table and chained down in a spread-eagled position. I
decided the poor slut probably needed a drink after all that exercise
the night before, so I roughly took the gag out of her mouth. Her
mouth was far too dry to scream, so as she gasped for air I managed to
fit a different gag in her mouth. This one was probably a very little
bit more
comfortable for the girl, a wide O-ring that kept her mouth open wide,
but allowed her to breathe and swallow more comfortably. But I worried
about her refusing the drink I was about to offer, so I thought I'd
better make sure her head was immobile. I fastened a hook on her
collar
to the surface of the table, then moved a set of heavy metal blocks
into place on either side of her head, so she couldn't turn it.
"I had a lot of coffee this morning," I told Becky. "Unfortunately, I
don't have a toilet in the basement. So while I'm down here, you'll
have to be the toilet."
And I pulled my cock out of my pants. The look of horror and
fascination on Becky's face made me wonder if she'd ever seen one
before. It took a minute for my actual words to sink in, though, and
Becky began to struggle in place on the table. She soon realized,
though, that if she tried to struggle, the collar around her neck
became uncomfortably tight. She lay still, trembling as a stream of
piss left my cock and drained into her mouth.
"You'd better not spill a drop, bitch, or you'll be punished," I
warned her. "Swallow it all."
Becky let the pool stand in her mouth for most of a minute before she
gulped it down. The look of utter humiliation on her face was making
me incredibly horny.
When I'd relieved myself, it was finally time for me to play with
these fabulous tits. I hopped up on the table and straddled the girl's
belly. Her tits were drooping slightly as she lay on her back, and I
started to pinch her nipples roughly. Becky started making little
"nnn-nnn-nnn!"
noises through her gag, trying to struggle beneath my weight. Before
long, Becky's nipples were starting to harden. I thought that would be
a good time to put clamps on them. From my vast collection, I selected
a pair of clips made up of two long, flat rods which, when screwed
together, can pinch the entire nipple quite painfully. I have much
more tortuous models, but I thought this would be a good warm-up for
the girl.
As I began to tighten the first set of screws, Becky let out a long,
high squeal of pain, arching her back and trying to thrash around. She
couldn't go far with me sitting on her, though, and I soon had the
first clamp firmly in place.
"Just for future reference, Becky," I said as I started in on the
second clamp, "I don't usually tolerate any kind of noise while I'm
dressing you. But since this is your first time, I'll forego the usual
punishment. I'm sure today will be painful enough without adding any
kind of extra punishment."
Becky, of course, said nothing. She just sobbed, her entire body
quivering as I applied the second lovely nipple clamp.
By the time I was finished clamping her tits, my prick was as hard as
a rock. I thought about just whipping it out and fucking her right
then and there, but I decided it would be more exciting to wait. I
leaned way over and looked her in the eye.
"Becky, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to be
completely honest with me," I said. Her eyes widened with terror at
the sight of my face.
"Becky, are you a virgin?" I said. Still quivering, she nodded, yes. A
grin crossed my face. "Well, we'll take care of that in due time," I
said. "First, I want to see you dance for me again. You remember how
you danced for me last night, don't you?"
She nodded, ever so slightly, a tear escaping one eye. I could see her
mind flashing back to last night, and how I'd made her shake those
beautiful globes for me. Now I released her from the table, pulling
her to a sitting position by grabbing her long, thickly tangled hair.
She stood, trembling, her legs unsteady.
"Now go ahead, Becky. Dance for me. Shake those pretty titties."
And she did. Tentatively she began to wiggle around, her face
contorted in pain from the clamps on her tender nipples, her mouth
forced open in a comical grimace by the ring gag. I watched those
lovely breasts shaking for a few minutes, encouraging her along with a
slightly larger
cat than the previous night. She didn't seem to notice it was a
different whip, although it was hard to tell. She wasn't the most
articulate girl in the world at this point in time.
After ten minutes or so, I decided it was time to make the act more
interesting. I produced a set of long, sturdy chains and a pair of
one-pound weights, and told Becky to stop. As she breathed heavily,
already out of breath from that little amount of exertion, I fastened
the chains securely to her nipple clamps. The weights dangled down
around her belly button, swaying (I imagine) quite painfully. I told
her to resume dancing, and cracked the whip sharply across her ass.
After another twenty minutes or so, Becky looked like she was about to
collapse. Her face was bright red from pain and exhaustion, and she
was beginning to stumble slightly.
I decided it was time for a break. I didn't want anything to happen to
my doll this early in our relationship, and I was in need of some
serious relief by this point. I grabbed the chains and pulled her by
the tits back into the other room, where I sat in my chair and pulled
the girl to a kneeling position in front of me. The wonderful thing
about the ring gag is, it provides a very pleasant friction when one
inserts a cock through it, and it prevents the slave from
`accidentally' biting down. Hauling my throbbing member from my pants,
I shoved it deep into Becky's throat in a single thrust, causing her
to grunt with surprise and pain. Her tongue worked frantically, trying
to expel the intruder. This had the reverse effect on me, of course,
simply making me harder and allowing me to thrust deeper into her.
Holding the chains from her nipple clamps tightly in one hand, I
gripped the back of her head in the other, fucking her face hard until
I exploded into her throat.
"Swallow every drop," I told her, stroking her throat gently.
When I was drained completely, I chained Becky back on the table and
went upstairs to contemplate what to do to her next. Certainly I would
have to deal with the poor girl's virginity soon, but how? Of course
it would have to be painful; otherwise, what good would it do me?


        CHAPTER THREE

I let Becky stew for a few hours by herself before I went back
downstairs again. When I got back, I started to get hard again as I
looked at her strapped to that table, her nipples starting to turn
purple from lack of blood. I thought it might be time to exchange the
nipple clamps for some other type of accoutrement.
 From my collection I selected a device I like to call the titpress.
Two pieces of wood connected by heavy bolts, it compresses the tits
into two firm, very sore, flat mounds.
Becky gave a moan of relief when I told her I was going to take the
clamps off her nipples, but the relief turned to agony when the blood
actually started to flow back into her aching nips. The fact that I
spent several minutes twisting and pinching them to get them nice and
firm again undoubtedly didn't help the poor girl.
When I started to apply the titpress, Becky's eyes pleaded with me. I
laughed.
"You'll enjoy this, my little toy," I told her, and leaned over to
bite down sharply on one nipple. Predictably, she squealed through the
gag. I thought, this bitch hasn't even begun her squealing career.
Before I was through with her she'd barely have vocal chords left.
By the time I had her tits sufficiently flattened for my liking, I
almost couldn't stand it anymore. My cock felt like it was going to
burst out of my jeans on its own. So I decided I wouldn't torture the
poor thing any more (my cock, of course. I planned to torture Becky
much, much more), and I mounted her roughly.
Her pussy was tight and dry as a bone as I lined it up against Becky's
virgin slit. If it weren't for the pre-cum lubricating the tip of my
cock, I wouldn't have had a chance of getting it in. I had to part her
cunt lips with my fingers, thrusting my middle finger up into her dry
chute until I could feel her unbroken hymen.
With a wicked grin, I thrust my prick inside her. She made a noise
that sounded like a fire siren as I tore into her, viciously popping
her cherry. I fucked her mercilessly as she screamed, feeling my belly
raking across her firmly clamped tits. I could feel her struggling
against me, trying to expel me, trying to bring her legs together.
When I came, it was incredible. I hadn't fucked a pussy that tight in
years, and it felt like I was draining cum from the tips of my toes.
I pulled out of her roughly and gave her a gentle (by my standards)
slap on the belly.
"Don't worry, Becky," I told her. "You'll get used to fucking me. And
since it's the only reason you're still alive, I suggest you make an
effort to enjoy it."

        CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning, after I had hosed the previous day's activities from
Becky's body, I decided it was time to have some more fun with those
marvellous tits of hers. But first, I thought I'd give the girl's
mouth a rest. She had, after all, been gagged for two days now.
I could hear Becky's jaw crack as she closed her mouth for the first
time since she'd been in my home. It was obviously quite painful for
to open and close her jaw, so I figured she wouldn't be ready to talk
for a little while yet.
"I'll just lay down some ground rules while you're warming up," I told
her. "You are an object. Objects do not speak. If I hear you trying to
speak to me, to ask me a question, to beg me to release you, you will
be punished. Nod if you understand me."
Lower lip quivering, Becky nodded reluctantly. 
"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's a slave who won't stop
talking," I continued. "I may, on occasion, give you the opportunity
to say something. But I'm simply not feeling that generous today."
I thought since I was talking about her mouth, it might be a good idea
to show her exactly what I expected her to do with that mouth. But
first, I would deal with those tits.
I grabbed my captive by the hair and forced her to kneel in the middle
of the room. Next I draped a long piece of coarse rope across the back
of her neck, so that each end was dangling down in front of her. Then
I proceeded to create a lovely rope bra for my darling. I
criss-crossed the rope between her tits, then wrapped one side tightly
around each mound, balling them up like massive, hard grapefruits. I
crossed the rope back over in the middle, then around each tit a
couple more times. Next I pulled the rope around behind her back,
tugging her arms behind her and tying them together at the elbows.
This made her tits thrust out nicely in front of her, forcing her to
arch her back. I used the rope to secure her arms together at the
wrists, as well, which made her cry out
in uncontrollable pain. Fortunately for her, all she could do was moan
unintelligibly: if she'd actually managed any words, I'd have had to
punish her for speaking.
Instead I thought I would make use of that lovely open mouth. I
grabbed Becky firmly by the hair, tugging until I was sure I had her
undivided attention.
"You're going to suck my cock now," I told her. "And, may I remind
you, you're completely under my control. If I so much as feel your
teeth brushing against my shaft, I'm going to cut off your tits.
Understand?"
Becky nodded, frantically. I could see her chest heaving, close to
panic, and I laughed cruelly. She took my prick into her mouth, and
the poor slut was practically wrapping her lips around her own teeth
in an effort to avoid touching them to my cock. Awkwardly she licked
at my cock, jerking her head back and forth in an effort to get me
off. I let her keep going like this for about ten minutes or so, by
which time I was starting to get a little bored. I was also starting
to lose my erection, which pissed me off to no end. I shoved the
little slut away from me, nearly causing her to lose her balance."That
was the worst fucking blow job I ever had," I told her. I gave her
a slap across the side of the head, which actually did cause her to
lose her balance. She fell backward, her arms bound so tightly that
she was helpless to catch herself.
I stood up and tucked my nearly-flaccid prick back into my pants. It
was time to teach this little bitch a lesson. I grabbed her roughly by
the arms, yanked her to her feet and dragged her over to a hook in the
ceiling. I used the hook to string the little slut up by her wrists,
leaving her standing on her very tip-toes, the ropes cutting into her
arms and torso as her wrists were forced to take her entire weight. At
this point, Becky could see that I was furious, and in her haste to
avoid punishment, she completely forgot herself.
"I'm sorry, please! Give me another chance! I'll do better, I swear!"
she began to beg. I stopped where I was and just stared at her,
astonished.
"Excuse me?" I said. "Did I just hear you speak?"
Becky froze, her lower lip trembling ever so slightly.
"I - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - " she stammered.
"You'd better learn to suck cock in a hurry, little bitch, or you're
not going to last long," I told her. I produced a long, thick
penis-shaped gag, about eight inches long and two and a half inches
thick. I shoved it into Becky's mouth so hard she gagged, tightening
the straps a little more enthusiastically than I'd intended. Then I
pulled a thick cloth bag over her head so she couldn't see what was
coming next. This bitch had pissed me off twice in the last few
minutes, and I was
ready to make her suffer. I found my favorite bullwhip in the other
room. Tiptoed back to where Becky was standing. No doubt the sound of
her own heart racing was the only thing she could hear right now. And
with the hood blacking out the rest of the room, she would have no
idea
I was standing next to her. With a flourish, I brought the whip down
across her thighs. She let out a squeal despite the enormous dildo in
her mouth, and began to thrash around wildly in pain and terror. I
lost count of how many times the whip came down, but I would guess the
number to be somewhere between thirty-five and fifty. When I was
finished, the girl was covered in angry red welts, the skin broken in
several places.
I stood back to contemplate her fate.
"Well, we can't have any of those cuts getting infected," I told her,
and yanked off the mask abruptly. I produced a bottle of rubbing
alcohol and dumped it liberally across her body, making her snort and
writhe in pain.
Despite her dehydrated condition, I caught the distinct odor of rising
piss as a stream made its way down her leg. I smiled cruelly. I could
tell by the girl's face that she was broken, completely humiliated and
at my disposal. This had almost been too easy. She would fetch a good
price for me.
I left her alone, dangling and in agony, wondering what would become
of her next.

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