Megan is a fit 18 year old girl, she is 5' 11" and is prone to crying when she doesn't get her way.
I find Megan shopping at the local grocery store. Her large ass and small waist is the first thing to catch my eye. She seems just happy go lucky, and i cant wait to watch the bitch screaming and crying, hoping, just hoping maybe, i let her live. I watch her from a distance and eye up my next conquest. She leaves the store and I follow from a distance as she pulls into a apartment, I watch her enter a second floor apartment where two people, presumably her parents, greet her cheerily at the door. While her parents were at home, Megan would have to wait. Over the next few days I watch my prey, I know when she's home, and her parents schedule. It seems someone is always with or around Megan, making it a difficult time. A week into my hunt, I watch her parents leave hurriedly early in the morning, far before daylight. They are hurriedly carrying two large suitcases, and a backpack each. Leaving for what seems to be a long trip. A sleepy Megan dressed in nothing but short athletic shorts and a t-shirt, weakly waves to her parents and shuts the door. I know this is now my best chance. I take a look around to see if anyone is around, but at this time in the morning everyone's too busy sleeping or getting off work to worry about some stranger getting a duffel bag out of his trunk. I walk to the second floor door where minutes before, two parents left there daughter in the presumably safe apartment.
I try for the door, and my suspicion was correct, half asleep Megan was far too tired to remember to lock the door. I gingerly open the door, step through and close it behind me. I listen carefully for movement but I hear nothing. I search the apartment til I find a cracked door, I peer through the crack and I see her. Laying sprawled out on her stomach, I am able to fully appreciate her tight young body. I slowly swing her door open and take a step into the room. Her athletic build more prominent with her clothes mostly removed, she had stripped her top and was now laying bare, except for a pair of skimpy black panties. I take a moment to appreciate this calm in her, to see her peaceful and unaware of the future to come. I make my way towards her, pull my handgun from my waistline, and with my other hand I clamp it firmly over her mouth. In her drowsy state it takes her a moment to fully realize the situation, but when she does she began to flay about, causing her magnificent double D tits to flay about in different directions. She slowly stops fumbling as I jam my 45 in between her eyes. I tell her softly, "keep your mouth shut, don't move, or it'll be the last thing you do, understand?" She nods weekly in agreement. I pull a large rag and stuff it fully in her mouth, one large enough where it painfully forces her jaw open wider than its meant to go. I keep my gun against her and I order her to flip on her stomach and put her hands behind her back. She nods in understanding. When she does this I watch her tight ass bounce, highlighted by the black panties she wearing. I take two zip ties out of my pocket and zip tie her hands together. It's at this time tears begin to run quickly down her face. I flip her back over and grab her tightly by the cheeks in one hand, the gun still trained against her skull in the other. I get my face inches from her ear and whisper, " don't cry yet Megan. I haven't even given you a reason to cry yet." I then kiss her on the cheek and push her forcefully back down.
I search the room for some clothes, I find a pair of Nike short shorts and a t-shirt. I again lean into Megan's ear, "I'm going to dress you now, and your going to cooperate or you will end up splattered all over your parents nice walls." She nods hurriedly again, trying to wail against the rag in her mouth but the muffled sounds only fall on deaf ears. I first sit her up, slip the t-shirt over her head, it looks funny with her arms tied behind her, but it'll do well enough for what we need. With her arms even better restrained, Megan cooperated well with the shorts, as soon as I pushed my gun against her cunt. When she was nice and dressed I withdrew my gun from her and it was sopping wet from her cunt juices. "You fucking dirty slut, your getting wet from this" she begins to wail even harder as I push the gun back up to her face. "Smell that, that's your own slut juices, your excited, scared, and all your body knows to do is to get wet. You fucking dirty whore." She stops crying momentarily, and then begins to gush tears like never before, scared and confused that her own body would betray her. I take a look out a window, it's still pitch black. I force Megan to stand by grabbing her large udder and twisting her nipple while I growled "Stand Up!." She gets to her feet a new type of tear seems to roll down her face. I push my gun into her stomach and said "Megan listen, we're gonna take a short walk to my car, it's early, people aren't awake yet. Don't try screaming, don't try running, or I won't hesitate to end your life." She begins to scream in horror again as we reach her front door. I slap her hard across the face and grab her forcefully by the cheeks. I take my gun and put it right between her eyes "listen, if you don't listen your going to end up splattered across the parking lot, little pink bits of brain matter all that's left of you." She grasps the gravity of the situation and proceeds to control herself. Still teary eyed, but quiet, I push her to the side and open the door, I look around, it's as quiet as it was when I snuck in. We got down to the car quickly and quietly, the slut kept her end of the deal right up to when I opened the trunk, she began to try to back away but only succeeds in having her arms nearly yanked from her sockets I striker her with the gun in the face and she begins to bleed from the cut. "Last chance. Get in the trunk" before she had a chance to respond I hit her again with the back of the gun and pushed her into the trunk.
I drove, and I drove, out through the side rides, out in the middle of nowhere. I could hear Megan struggling against her restraints and against the trunk as we drove. If only she knew, if only she knew she should be saving her energy for the torturous weeks to come. We pulled onto a dirt road, I could hear her groan as we hit each and every rough patch, we drove for another 10 miles before we reached an even more remote driveway. We drove through a deeply wooded path until we came across a cabin. I parked and walked around to the trunk, I could still hear Megan struggling around in the trunk. I banged loudly twice on the trunk and I stopped hear movement. I opened the trunk and there sat Megan worse for wear. In her struggles she had managed to pull her shorts and part of her panties down, the top of her cunt just flashing through. I stared at her, and she stared back, wild fear in her eyes. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her out of the trunk. I tried setting her to her feat but she hit the ground, her awkward position making it impossible to stand. She began screaming with tears down her face, I pulled the rag out of her jaw and she screamed in pain from the release, her jaw finally able to close after hours. She began screaming through her tears, frantically for help. I looked at her and said " scream all you want out hear, there's noone around to hear you." I left her rolling around in for a few minutes, letting her get the screaming out until she began to lose her voice.
She was rolling around, unable to stand with her hands still behind her back. Face red, the shirt I stuffed her in rolled all the way up over her massive tits. I admire them for a short moment before I grab her by the shirt and force her to her feet, I grab my gun out my waistband and force it into her back and lead her into the house and quickly down the steps into the basement.As I guided her down the last basement steps, she tripped and crashed to her knees. I took this opportunity to rip the shirt off her chest. Bairing her large udders to the cold basement air, in combination of shock of losing her shirt, and what she was seeing in front of her she let out another flow of tears. She began to comprehend she was seeing her life for the foreseeable future. In front of her lie a basement the size of a king bedroom, the fluffy king bed replaced with a raised metal table with straps for legs and arms that looked could be arranged in different ways. Instead of a dresser she saw a table with different whips, paddles, and sorts of collars. In the corner lay a small mechanic looking toolbox, a dull red and silver, something that could've been shiny and new long ago. Megan began to shiver and noticed her large nipples began to harden in the cold. Before she had time to take in more of her surroundings, she was grabbed roughly by her wrists, which were still bound behind her back. She was picked up just by her wrists, which caused her to cry out in a horrific yell as her shoulders and elbows shuddered in pain from bending backwards. While she was distracted she was pushed onto the metal table and quickly found a knife held against her throat. It began to dig against her skin and she was forced to hold her head as far against the table as she could, I took this opportunity to fasten the brown leather strap tightly against her throat. She struggled against it but quickly found it stealing her breath. I took this opportunity to turn her body slightly and cut the ties from her wrists. She struggled momentarily, causing her large bare breasts to jiggle and sway. I took my knife to her nipple and firmly said " it's coming off if you don't sit still"
She whimpered in response and slowed the struggle to a light shiver, she couldn't help it. I strapped her hands slightly out from her sides and moved down to her legs. I decided to strap her legs down first to not have to fight her kicking as I exposed her large ass and perfect pussy. She seemed to calm down, thinking she was keeping her shorts. I moved to her pants and began to unbutton them, I struggled to move the shorts over her large, fit ass. She began to beg for her shorts, "please, not my pants, leave me covered, I've done everything you've asked". I slapped her across the right side of her face and tears began to leak down that side. "Shutup whore, you're lucky you've made it alive this far, I'll do with you as I please." I move down to her shorts and quickly gave up on removing them down her legs, I pulled out my knife and she once again winced at the sight. I not too carefully cut off her shorts, cutting her slightly down the thigh as I did. She began to try to kick and throw her arms in response but only resulted in me cutting her worse, resulting in a pain filled screech. I stepped back to admire my work so far, a terrified, tear drenched, red face stared back at me. Large bare breasts, nipples that could cut glass sit perfectly upon her chest. Thin perfect thighs, slightly spread, her cunt juices running down her thighs, thoroughly soaking her tiny black panties.
"Look at you, strapped to a table in just your little black panties, yet your pussy is wet and begging." She started to tear up again, still confused and betrayed by her bodies reaction. I walked up and stoked her cheek, "don't worry, that'll just make everything that's coming so much easier" she began to beg again. "Please don't I'll do any..." this was met with a hard slap across the face, I grabbed her my her hair and got my face within an inch of hers. "You are in the wrong position to bargain, I'd just work on not pissing me off" She opened her mouth to respond and I spit into her mouth. I took her moment of confusion and thought to fondle her two perfect breasts, she began to protest but I raised my right hand and she thought better of it. Deciding it best to just whimper instead. I took my nipples in between my fingers and began to twist lightly, she did her best to turn away from me but the pain from her restraints made her give up quickly. I took her right nipple and twisted violently, causing her to scream in pain and her perfectly flat stomach to begin to heave up and down as she tried to catch her breath. I took this time to walk over to the small red toolbench in the corner. I opened the top drawer and picked out a pair of my favorite nipple clamps. I returned to Megan who was eyeing my hands with extreme curiosity. Before she could determine what was in my hands I quickly attached the clamps to both of her nipples causing her to begin begging for mercy again. I grabbed her nipple again and twisted worse than before, causing her to arch her back and scream. "It's far too late to beg" I hiss. I start to run my hand over her pantied pussy, feeling her wetness and heat in my hand. She starts mumbling over herself, unable to control her words as I continue to poke and finger her tight cunt, reaching around her black panties. I grow irritated with her mumbling and rip her underwear off of her, causing it to painfully dig into her ass and her to scream out again. To silence the mumbling I stuff her warm and wet panties into her mouth. "I warned you to shut up, now your going to face your punishment. Don't worry, you'll learn it's easier to take it than to argue in time." Her eyes go wide as I once again walk over to the red toolbox and remove a candle and a lighter. I walk back over to Megan and hold the two in front of her. "Disobedient sluts get punished, understand?" She was unable to move, I lit the long red candle and held it sideways over her perfect flat stomach. She screamed through her panty stuff mouth in anticipation, watching the red drop form. It grew and she seemed to try to throw herself off of the table, only to realize the strength of her straps. As the first drop fell onto her stomach she screamed so violently her panties fell out of her mouth, I stuffed them back into her mouth through her screams and told her "your going to pay for that too" she was too busy trying to catch her breath to respond. As I watched her large tits heave, I held the flame directly on her nipple, she let out another blood curdling scream and arched her back so violently I feared she may break something. She continued to flail in pain, the tears ceasing to fall, her eyes wide open in a primitive look of fear. I walked up the stairs and enjoyed the screams of agony until they settled down to a softer whimper.
Once she has calmed down I return to her side once again. The panties in her mouth soaked from saliva and tears. The clamps on her large nipples just hanging on from the flailing about. Her pussy, engorged and dripping, anticipating what's to come. I first attend to her nipples, both are a deep deep red, one clearly more irritated than the other. I remove the clamps, bringing a mixture of moans of pain and relief as blood returns to them. I give her tit a loving squeeze and she tries her best to shimmy away, straining her neck against the restraints to avoid seeing what's happening to her. I adjust her leg restraints to spread her wider. I admire the engorged that. "Such a beautiful pussy, but your body betrays your mind." I take two fingers and caress her soaking lips, then smearing her slut nectar across her face. This leads to more sobs coming from her. I remove the panties from her mouth and she starts flexing her jaw. Before she can protest I take my knife to her throat and stick my nectar covered fingers down her throat. "That's the taste of your bodies own betrayel." "Now suck!" She hesitated, and I thrust my knife deeper into her skin, leaving a slim red streak. Tears followed and she began to suck her own cunt juices like a child with a lollipop. I eased the pressure on her throat and removed my removed my fingers from her mouth. "Now isn't that easier when you follow instructions." She stared at me, empty eyed and lost on another planet. I ran my knife on the inside of her thigh causing a light cut but leaving her flailing in pain, pulling against her shackles with all of her might. I moved my face in front of hers "I expect an answer when I ask you a question, I'm going to give you another shot. Is it easier when you follow instructions?" She frantically nodded up and down, only gasps able to escape her lips.
I moved my attention back down to her perfect pussy. Tracing my fingers along her folds and across her slit. Earning whimpers with each movement. I began tracing up and down her slit, enjoying her warmth and wetness on my fingers, I began pressing harder and harder on her slit. Earning deeper whimpers with each new invasive movement. "You know what happens if you protest." I said firmly staring into her eyes. She learned from the last time and managed a gasping "yes" followed by more tears. I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, feeling her tight walls against my hand and her hips bucking down as if begging me to go deeper.
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