TORMENT OF A BRAT (CLOSED FOR CallMeRikkiRP)

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Dave drove slowly, keeping his eye on the target. 32, slim with shoulder length blonde hair she had an hourglass figure, just the type he loved to bind and abuse. Abuse over and over as she screamed and writhed.


Anna Kelly Marth was the spoiled brat daughter of the famous Marth family, filthy rich millionaires with more money than sense.


How he longed to make the ransom call. Give me a million bucks or l'll fuck your fucking whore of a daughter to death. That'll fucking rattle them, although he really wanted them to refuse to pay up. Then he'd show them how to treat a woman.


His reverie was curtailed as the slut started down the dark alley he knew she would take. Dave drove round to the other end of the street, switched off his engine and positioned himself, ready to pounce.


As she rounded the corner he grabbed her from behind, placed the drug infused hood over her head and waited a few seconds for the potent fumes to take effect.


Her pert arse felt good against his groin, his hard cock clenching as he rubbed into her. Holding her upright with his arm around her he took the opportunity to squeeze and fondle her fulsome tits.
 
I ducked down the shortcut. Being the illegitimate daughter of a millionaire got you only so far. My father sent me a weekly check that provided the bare necessities for an apartment in a moderately sized city. Then, of course, was when the sack came down over my head.
 
As her knees buckled and she sagged against him Dave looked up and down the street. All clear. Supporting her as though she was a staggering drunk he moved her to his car, got her inside on the passenger seat.*


Leaning across as though to strap her in he pulled her skirt up to expose her thighs, spreading her legs and pulling her panties and nylons down below her knees to have a good clear view and access to her cunt. He opened her top down to her waist, freeing her tits from her bra so he could fondle and ogle her breasts and nipples. Not completely naked on top, he did not want to attract attention as he drove to his hideout. By now she was completely comatose so he removed the hood.


Driving to a layby just out of town he parked up. Checking all was clear he rummaged in Anna's bag and located her mobile. A quick swipe and the phone was open.


'Stupid bitch' he thought, 'fancy having no pass code on your phone. Ah well saves me using this pay and go."


Making sure the number was the same as the one he had Dave composed his ransom text.


'We have Anna, a million will see her back with you. I'll call in 2 hours with instructions, going to the feds will have her dead.'


The sight of her semi naked body had stirred his sexual appetite so with some minutes to spare he indulged himself. Slapping her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples. His slapping was brutal, her flesh becoming red then crimson, stinging his hands. His nipple twisting and pulling caused his pulsing cock to jerk and ooze. Pulling her thighs further apart, he spread her soft pussy lips open and forced 2 fingers into her cunt. Finger fucking her he felt his climax peaking, he took time out, relaxed back in the driver's seat. He didn't want to cum without her knowing, wanted her conscious, aware of his abuse.


Retracing their journey he tossed her phone into a river they drove by. Arriving at his secluded hideaway he carried his unconscious hostage to the cellar. Once inside he placed a blindfold over her eyes and stripped her,* which entailed more touching and fondling, fingering* of her intimate areas.*


So long as he didn't damage her too much before his ransom was accepted he figured he could abuse her any way he desired.


He lay her on her back on a narrow table, securing her wrists and ankles to cuffs bolted to the sides. Arms raised above her head, admiring his handiwork he gloried in the helpless posture of his victim.


Time for the call he realised. Soon she would wake up, alone and disorientated, then he would return. A looming menacing figure, explaining in gruesome detail her plight. Maybe, in fact definately groping and abusing her as he told her the situation.


Ensuring she was well restrained and helpless he locked her in, drove 30 minutes then called her father.
 
I woke slowly, groggy. 'This,' I thought, 'Is not my apartment.' I couldn't see. A blindfold, I realized. I lay on my back, naked. I blushed and tried to cover myself with my hands only to realize that my hands were secured above my head. My feet were similarly secured. I slowly remembered walking down the alley. Then... sudden darkness. A sack pulled over my head. A pungent smell. Now I was naked, bruised, and tied down. Fantastic. I began to struggle, trying to get free. It was useless, but I had to do something.
 
Dave was ecstatic. He was almost creaming his pants as he drove back to his cabin. If he'd been another person he would have felt pity for his poor unfortunate victim. Being Dave, nah he didn't give a fuck. Her bastard of a father had made a deal with him.*


"Make her disappear," he'd said, "if l never hear from her again l will make it worth your trouble."


'Trouble,' mused Dave, 'no trouble mate, in fact l'll fucking love it. What a gas, a beautiful woman for me to play with as long as l want, in any way l want."


He creeps into his dungeon, keeping silent as he moves to the end of the torture table.


He is aware the girl has come round, grins as he watches her struggle, laughs inwardly as her pussy opens for his lecherous pleasure. Strips, the feel of the cool air stirring his cock, balls. He looks up between Anna's legs, licking his lips, salivating,* leering at her naked cunt.*

His balls tingle, cock starts to swell and enlarge.


'What first?" He contemplates, "whip, paddle, slap her? Ah l know."


Above the table is a hook suspended from the ceiling. Dave has various chains and straps he can attach to this and the hook can be raised or lowered using a winch he had installed. The dungeon is in fact his very own torture chamber. He has in the past had many victims:* men to either extract information from or exact revenge on for wealthy clients; women, for hostage exchange, information extraction and in very rare but, for him, very pleasurable sexual depravities.


Beneath a ramshackle cabin located on the edge of a city the room is sound proof, and served with the usual utilities, the cabin somehow being officially registered as a government building which had never, to his knowledge, been challenged.


He moves to a closet, chooses some items and sets about his task. Holding a thin silver coloured chain he attaches clamps to both of Anna's nipples. Lifting the centre of the chain pulls on her nipples, painfully. He gives some tugs, is rewarded by screams and shrieks.*
 
I screamed, hoping frantically that someone would hear. I screamed because of the pain and because my father must have abandoned me. I screamed until I had no strength to scream. And then I merely struggled, ignoring the pain of my wrists and ankles. I twisted, writhed, growled. "Wh-what do you want from me, monster?" I demanded, trying to control a stammer.
 
As Anna must be terrified Dave decides to keep silent, to inflict pain but say nothing. Her screaming subsides as the torment saps her energy, her throat must by now be sore.*


In the middle of the tit clamp chain is a metal ring. This he attaches to the hook with a strap and puts tension on the chain. As the chain rises her nipples are pulled, her tits lifted. When her breasts are fully extended he stops the winch.


He now slaps the oh so appealing tits with a paddle. Sharp light taps, making his victim beg for mercy, cry and moan. He taps round her breasts,* between them, pulling her tits apart, inflicting more pain. Her pleading further inflames his arousal.


To prolong his sexual pleasure he rubs and squeezes his balls, not wanking, not yet. His hard cock is now dribbling, throbbing and jerking, clenching.*


He taps down her stomach, slowly down to her pussy, stimulating all pain receptors in her abdomen. At her Mons he taps harder and faster, starts wanking his rock solid hard on. When his orgasm scale reaches 8 out of 10 he slows the tempo, begins to tap between her thighs. He pulls her knees apart, knowing this will make her feel even more helpless and degraded as her vulnerable womanhood is openly displayed.
 
I soon had to stop struggling, for my every move merely intensified the pain in my nipples. "Please!" I pleaded. "Please just let me go!" I winced and jerked involuntarily at each slap of the paddle. When I twitched, the pain in my tits flared. There was no path that didn't lead to pain.
 
Not wide enough he decides, he wants her holes spread wide, gaping. Along the sides of the table are several restraining cuffs, one by one he moves her ankles further up so her legs are bent double. He then places a leather covered wooden block under the small of her back.


'That's better,' he decides, 'now her cunt and star are raised for better access and her weight on that block will be hurting, particularly when l start on her again.'


He ties straps around her upper calves to table cuffs, forcing her knees as far apart as he can. He stands and admires his handiwork.


'I'll take time out, get a drink, sit here and let her stew for a while, listen to her whining and misery.'
 
I lay there. Time lost all meaning. There was nothing but my screaming muscles, aching bones, bruised skin. Perhaps I cried out. Perhaps I struggled. I can't say. All I know is that I sincerely wished to be dead. But this was only the beginning.
 
After an hour he resumes his torturing. The bruising will have set in, her body will be a sea of pain. His plan now is to violate her pussy and anus, to infiltrate her most intimate areas, make her understand just how vulnerable and defenceless she is. He will continue his silence, nothing is more disconcerting than being under duress and not knowing why, being totally on your own.


He has been looking up her legs whilst sipping his drink, her naked pussy, anus and perineum enticing him, luring him. He tickles her toes, she jumps, startled. Runs his fingertip around and over her foot. The unexpected gentleness causes panic, she tries to thresh her feet, howls as the pain from her bruised and grazed ankles bites.


Sniggering to himself he lightly traces his fingertips up the inside of her legs. Rubs over her knee, slaps her tender inner thigh. More groans, panting as pain hits her again. Slowly, oh so slowly he rolls a spiked sex toy along her* bruised, burning inner thigh, pressing hard.*


Her agony makes him spasm, pressing even harder as he nears her cunt. He rolls the spikes up the edges of her slit, but lightly, up one side down the other.


He can see her cunt clench and twitch. He runs the spikes along her perineum, gently. Along to her Anus. Again he rolls around it, again enjoying how it twitches and clenches.
 
The every touch of one of those spikes made me jump, which made the rest of my pains flare to the top of my mind. Then they were again replaced by another spike rotating into place and prodding my skin. I screamed. I was unable to bear all that in silence. I screamed and screamed. I twisted away, then could only scream anew as the pain flared. And yet I struggled more. Everything I did but made it worse. My screams gave out as I lost the strength to vocalize the agony. And still I struggled. I flailed. I writhed. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Silent. Hopeless.
 
As Anna writhes and struggles Dave strokes his now rigid dribbling hard on. He decides to further degrade her by letting her watch him wank over her. Donning a hood with eye and mouth slits he roughly removes her blind fold.*


Leaning over her, with his hips by her head and ensuring she can see his cock he lightly runs a fingertip up and down her cunt slit. Pressing harder her soft silky lips part. He forces his finger between them, adds another, spreads her cunt open, causing her more anguish as he finger fucks her dry walls.*


As her wriggling and squirming continues his pre cum drips over her shoulder and neck. With his excitement building he inserts another finger, stretching her labia wider, causing her more discomfort as his fingering pace increases.


With his orgasm imminent he points his swollen purple bell end at her face, pushes his fingers deep into her convulsing pussy and shoots his load over her face.
 
The blindfold suddenly came off. A man wearing a concealing hood stood over me. It looked like an executioner's hood. I could now see my awful predicament as well as feel it. I stared up, blinking at a pulley that had chains connected to my breasts. My arms and legs were secured. There was something beneath my back, something that hurt, but I couldn't see what. The next thing I knew, a cock was thrust in my face and fingers were pounding my pussy. It felt something between pain and pleasure, as I was too dry for anything to go inside, but it was still a fingering. The man was rubbing his penis and grunting. Then he squirted sticky whiteness all over my face and chest. I grimaced, reflexively jerking in a vain effort to use my arm to wipe my face. I couldn't, of course. "Who are you?" I demanded. "Where am I? What do you want with me? I have no money. My father won't give you a dime to hand me back. So what do you want?"
 
As the tremors from his climax subside Dave wipes the residue from his ejaculate with his fingers, then spreads the goo over and into Anna's mouth. Forcing her lips apart to ensure she tastes his jizz. Ignoring her pleading he continues fingering her cunt, probing, rubbing, fuelling his sadistic sexual pleasure. His cock starts to harden and swell once again.

Her groans and whimpers add to his excitement. Moving his hand from her mouth he pinches and twists the tender flesh of her perineum. Slowly inching along from her pussy to her star. Probing and rubbing inside her pussy walls, pushing in deep to make her squirm as he pinches harder and harder. Twisting and pinching, slowly, prolonging her agony. His rigid hard on starts to ooze and drool as her writhing drives him on.

One last very hard pinch near her anus then he places his fingertip on her star. Pushes in, at the same time forcing his other hand up deep into her cunt. He spasms and spurts as Anna screams, her convulsions over riding his self control.
 
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