Just to make sure its clear these stories are fantasy only

What is he doing, why doesn’t he get on with it and put you out of your misery?

He stands there his hands on your hips, gripping you tightly in your rope decoration, suspended and held in place, the barrier of the holly bush, only the tiniest distance from your torn exposed body, you arch your neck straining against the rope and collar, using all your remaining strength to prevent further laceration to your once sweet innocent and oh so pretty features.

His hands move from the resting place of your hips and forcefully grab at your soft tender rump, wrenching your clenched butt cheeks apart, forcing them to expose the secluded dark brown star of your forbidden entrance. Suddenly you’re shocked into realisation of what is about to commence as his spit lands on its desired target causing your sphincter to twitch and spasm as it reacts to the cold wet phlegm crawling into its tiny crevices.

He waists no time in forcing entry to your tight unexpectant anus, as he rams his gorged hard cock deep into your tight dark passage. The pain throws you off guard; the renewed slicing and pricking of the needles on the holly bush leaves echoing the tearing spasms of your stretched and full asshole.

Gripped by the tender inner walls of your rectum his hungry cock starts to fuck your sweet ass, his right arm at your waist pulling you hard onto his invading sex, his other hand firmly placed around your neck forcing your head in and out of the punishing bush, the thorns slice your flesh as his cock cuts you in half.

 This monster, this animal is riding his prize with nothing but aggression, anger and lust.

Harder and harder he thrusts driving his enraged hard cock deeper inside you, forcing his devouring sex to penetrate further into his fuck toy meat, punishing your stretched anus muscles to the extreme they feel as if they would tear free.

As your pain increases so does his pleasure, he takes it all from you, he savours your tormented actions, the blood weeping from your wounds and the river of tears flowing from your sore eyes as your forced to endure this most humiliating act. He doesn’t even want your virginity the fucking sick bastard.

All the time you push back your muscles ache and your body wants to give in and accept its fate embracing the tortuous welcome of the wall of razor sharp needles before you.

The rhythmic penetration of your anus, causing you to stumble forward every now and then plunging sore already bleeding exposed body parts into the path of the cutting thorns, as you fight to remove it from the continued piercing and laceration of your flesh.

As if this could get any worse a searing aching pain resonates from your chest, as the animal clutches at the ends of the long metal needles protruding from the bulbous spheres of your bound and pierced breasts. Driving them in and out in sync with his flesh that’s riding you.

In and out, the screaming pain comes in waves across your body, he’s near now, his movements more frantic, as he stops, still embedded inside you rear exploding his hot sticky goo into you, pumping your torn asshole full of his demon seed leaping from his now satisfied sex.

The motion that drives the needles through your chest, slows almost to a stop, as the metal shafts are withdrawn, poised dripping blood at there open entry wounds.

It’s over, you think to yourself, at last that must be it, he’s come he’s inside my ass the bastard has used me and he's spent his load. He’ll let me go now won’t he, that’s it no more.

But is it?

But your tormentor knows its time will come, there will be a splendid and horrible end to this nightmare that it and he will enjoy immensely.

For he wishes to prolong your suffering, to enjoy every terrible second of it while he tortures your poor young body.

Now he sees you naked he wants to dress you to decorate you as the piece of fuck meat you are and hang you in all your glory for all to see.

He backs away, allowing you to hurriedly scan your surroundings, your might searching for the next instrument of pain and humiliation. You mind a daze with images of terrible instruments laid around you, and the smoke of a small fire to your right blurs your vision. Until he returns more rope in hand, to decorate and bind your failing body further.

He grabs your chin, hard and with his filthy hand and squeezes, his cold dark eyes staring deep into yours and viewing your other inner secrets, searching for you in your hiding place.

Stay still girly or ill swing you back hard, and you know what’s behind you don’t you lil girly. Indeed you do, tears of blood now baked hard onto your firm ass are all the reminder you need.

He pulls your sore left breast forward and with his other hand starts to wrap the rope tightly around its base, binding it, forcing the blood gorged flesh forward and forming your once tiny breast into a larger bulging ball.

You feel they are so stretched that just one blow or one hard squeeze and they would burst, popping in an explosion of blood and flesh over the both of you.

He repeats the same process to your more sensitive right breast, and secures the rope around the back of your neck, around your back and back through your bound arms, so that it resembles a make shift bondage bra, framing your somewhat larger red and scratched breasts. Which now resemble two party balloons made of little girl flesh.

Sickingly he puts his mouth to your right nipple and pretends to blow, laughing to himself like some psycho clown at a kids party, as he mockingly plays at blowing up your breast, he tongues your hard and oh so sensitive nipple. Your feel the warmth of his sick mouth, hot and wet sucking your pink bud so hard the blood already desperate to escape from under your skin, starts to burst from your pores like little needle holes.

Then the shock of his sharp teeth closed tightly around your pressured nipple biting, knawing from side to side like scissors, like an electric shocking clamp it penetrates deep into you very being. Then it’s released, the awful pain subsiding into throbbing blood surged ache.

He steps back, looks up and happy to see your eyes are closed tight, suffering etched deep into the pained expression of your face, drives a needle long and hard into the stretched skin of your screaming breast, this blow is delivered with such force it cuts straight through to the other side a loud pop as it bursts out making its exit, from the confines of your poor soft delicate chest. As if the punishment could get any worse, the adrenaline pumping through your veins is all that keeps you from passing out, he is a master, he knows when and how to deliver his touch, to ensure you stay conscious throughout the whole ordeal of your transformation.

Your eyes shoot open wide, to be met by his, he’s smiling a cold hearted smile, as he holds the partner to the piercing metal object embedded in your left breast before your very eyes, and savours the wallowing despair written across your wet, tear and dribble covered face.

He taunts you with it, shoving it forward so the tip, scratches your right breast, before sharply pulling it away, he delights in watching you tense, back away and then jump forwards onto the needle again as these tormenting instruments attack your exposed flesh both back and front. Each time he inches closer and closer, the needle in his hand penetrating deeper and deeper into the round pink flesh of your tightly bound right breast, the blood running down over its mound from the numerous puncture wounds and staining the rope red.

 Until like a matador driving a spear into an enrage bull he delivers the killing blow and like the one before it, a cold blood tipped needle cuts its way through you and rests protruding from your blood stained right breast.

Its all too much, his perverted sex will wait no longer as the sick fucker, grabs you, spins you around and holding your bound wrists, releases his engorged raging cock.

You feel it pressed hard against the skin of your scratched and torn rear, poised ready to enter you at will, what is he waiting for, do it you scream do it you sick bastard take what you want from me, make my sex bleed. Just please please finish this.

But oh only if he would.

You shake your head from side to side the only defying action open to you and force muffled screams and pleas from your gagged mouth. This seems to draw the attention of your assailant straight back to you. He grabs the hood pulling the dark fabric forwards and blinds your eyes with light as he drives his blade forwards puncturing the darkness. You freeze terrified that the blade will cut you once more, scaring your beauty forever as it cuts a line across the front of your face, freeing you to view the performance which is about to commence.

He will revel in viewing the silent ragging defiance of the vile acts to come as they are reflected in your eyes.

Now semi naked, your body laid bare to his unwanted attention, the last of your fantastic outfit is removed. A hand dirty and rough grabs at the string of your thong and wrenches the now damp material away from you. It bites hard in between your legs cutting like wire into your sex until with a snap it breaks, to display your sweet unexplored sex, another hidden secret as your cunt is on view all baldy and bare not a pube to be found, you’re so embarrassed by it you even shower with your knickers on after games at school.

This only seems to excite him further, pushed on by the terror in your eyes he now crouches before you kneeling, using his legs to force yours apart, he places something hard, cold and metallic against your wet piss covered sex.

How this animal can debase you further you can only wonder, as he pushes the thing deeper inside you using the device to prise open your innocent sex.

Its feels so alien, so cold and unnatural as it enters you invading your private parts, as uncaringly it is thrust deeper still, the silver metal turning pink as it stretches your hole wide, revealing your vulva for inspection.

A single tear descends from the corner of your eye, leaving a silver trail as it passes over your cheek, you are broken completely, all resistance taken from you, he knows you for what you really are, he sees the real you, a pubescent virgin, who today tried to be a big girl and is now involved in games that terrify even the grown ups.

“My my haven’t we been a good little girl”, comes the voice. You detect more than a little excitement in the sarcastic statement, he continues “Well now my sweet, I am going to take that precious gift from you, but not how you imagine, why would I, I have far more delightful games to play with you, but rest assured by the time I am finished, you will no longer be a virgin of any kind.”

He turns from you, bends over and readies the first of many instruments of torture before turning back around and gleefully announcing that its now time to play.

You try to back away, alarm pours from your sore red eyes now wide open, only to be replaced by horror as the soft exposed flesh of your bare naked skin discovers what caused it to be punctured by those hundreds of tiny needles earlier. Your stood before a holly bush, its sharp spikey needle tipped leaves a barrier to any escape, and in front of you, stands the embodiment of evil whip in hand.

Naturally you unknowingly back away, and impale yourself head to toe on a wall of pain, already droplets of your blood hang on its tiny points, miniature berries of red glistening in the pools of sunlight that every now and then illuminate sporadic areas of this play.

He raises his arm, readying the first stinging blow his whip will deliver to your tiny sensitive and exposed breasts. With a snap it lands, a thin red line already developing across your heaving chest, as the sting builds, and the crack fades.

How divine you look, a cross, etched, blood red across your torso like some religious apparition. Lost and alone and in hell.

Your nipples hardened by the stinging blow are erect, a delicious target for the next torturous swipe of his whip. He answers there call, and lands the next blow expertly so that the full force is felt by both of these sensitive little pink beacons.

You know to move backwards would be a grave mistake, one that will cause you even greater misery, than sting of the whip, so you stand, a victim to your fate and await the next punishing blow. The wait is a matter of seconds a tiny fraction in time but to you it’s an eternity of prolonged suffering.

The pulsing, throb of pain building from your oh so sensitive tiny breasts now blossoming like a rose in bud, are tipped red, the blood surging towards the nerve endings of your tender nipples like fire, hot. Your eyes closed, are locked tight as your mind desperately tries to hide to escape this terror and enter the safety once more of the darkness. For this is your only option for avoiding the torments that are yet to unfold.

Your unwilling acceptance of his painful attentions is arousing this demon intensely, his cold hard cock is stiff and clawing for release, it wants nothing more that to impale your sweet flesh. To invade all your unexplored holes and spill its vile seed inside you as your fight and scream.

Now that your safely secured your tormentor starts to vent his anger and frustration, ripping and cutting at your remaining clothes, the noise of ripping fabric cuts the air, as he pulls and tugs at your skirt yanking it from its defence of both your dignity and sweet innocent body.

Then the shock of a blade cold and sharp being placed in the middle of your chest, the tip just piercing your skin as it slices down the front of your corset.

You wince in pain as it cuts into your flesh forcing you to jerk back, the blade cutting a fine red line down your middle, as the corset falls away, he lets it drop to the floor allowing it to betray the first of your little secrets.

“Hahahhhah oh you stupid little girl, comes the sickening taunt from the darkness, what the fuck are these”? Asks your tormentor, mockingly holding 2 pairs of warm little white socks before you, as if you could see, let alone answer. This horrible act simply starts the tears once more and forces yet more wet splutterings from your gagged mouth.

Taking delight from your distress he continues to mock and taunt. “Tell me now my sweet, tell me how you fight off daddy when he comes to you at night, his cold hand under your sheets and touches you in those secret little places. Tell me how your uncle sits you on his knee and presses his hard cock against your virgin cunt through the fabric of your little dresses. I know how your brother calls you slut as his strong little fingers fumble with your delights when he creeps into your bed at night while mummy and daddy moan with pleasure as they fuck away the night ignoring your pleas for help.

But why eh girly why would they bother, look at you your nothing special are you, your tits so small, you have to pad them out with your stinky little white socks.

Christ I bet you’re a still a lil virgin aint ya eh, shall we see, shall we see what other secrets you hide from me. I’m gonna have a good look at my prize, lets see just how good a little girly you’ve been” the taunting continues in an almost sneering yet unseen voice from the darkness of this hell you have stumbled into.

Suddenly you’re spun around the motion causing a thousand tiny needles to pierce your soft flesh. They easily enter the pathetic barrier of black fabric surrounding your legs and torso; these offer no protection to the devices employed by this demon who now holds you his captive.

The chain attached to your ankle circles your leg like some coiled metallic serpent at your feet holding you in place, unable to move and now completely disorientated.

Struck by the horror of your situation your bladder erupts; you’ve lost control of your mind and your faculties as piss runs down your inner thighs, a splashing, torrent permeating and soaking your knickers as it spills down your lacerated legs, entering the thousand little cuts, burning as it makes it journey to the forest floor.

The sting of the uric acid, torturing your sore, broken skin. “No ohh please, please no stop!” you cry inside your poor confused mind. You know its only a matter of time before he finds out, before he sees what you detest most, your inadequate breasts.

You’d endure anything, anything rather than display your pathetic chest, but if only you knew now how that will be more than put to the test later.

In the distance you sense the touch of something dangling from above, as if your current prison is not enough, the beast is adding to the hellish devices that keep you captive. A rope is wrapped around your left wrist, three times, then tied, the cord pulled tight and knotted before the same process is repeated on your right wrist.

There it is again, something hanging down from above, brushes against your shoulders, a rush of air past your ear as this is brought forward and the rope holding your wrists tied to it, a knot holding the 2 pieces firmly together.

The pain still aching in your battered and bruised limbs you are led like an animal to slaughter, blindly to an unknown destination from which you may never return, as your new master winds his way along an overgrown pathway to who knows where and what.

He moves fast, the excitement of the impending play spurring him on, you however are not so keen to follow a reluctant victim, every now and then an uncertain step, punished by a pull on the lead and yet another punishing fall the ground.

Your legs already sore are bitten and torn as they make their way stumbling throw the brambles and thorns that close behind you covering your trail as they tear at your flesh now cut and reddening beneath those stripy stockings.

It seems to take an age before you finally stop, along the way you’ve been forced to live nightmare after nightmare as your mind has displayed disturbed images in your mind playing out numerous vile acts before your eyes to your utmost horror and disgust.

Your left alone, to contemplate your fate as your lead goes loose yet not slack. And still blinded by the hood, you gaze around erratically desperate to get some understanding of your surroundings; the odd shard of light penetrates the black material of your hood as you gaze upward.

Tentatively you move your feet forward, using the now scratched and battered heels to safely explore the ground before you.

Something’s there hard and cold, you feel resistance as you continue to explore, probing the darkness only daring to move your heels millimetres further, suddenly as you do so it moves, you jump as a chink-chink noise is followed by more rattling noises, like a chain being dropped or pushed over from its coiled resting place another snake in the grass in this place of hidden terrors.

The noise shocks you, adrenaline coursing through your veins and your heart beating fast, so fast you can feel it pressed hard against the corset that binds your upper body.

You shake your head from side to side, trying to wake from this nightmare in protest and desperation trying to escape from your torturer who is now approaching.

Again comes the familiar yank on the lead and your forced closer to him, his strong arms firmly gripping yours just below the shoulder as he forces inc you into position inch by inch. You resist trying to stay where you are an unwilling party to this decadent vile act, resistance is futile you are his prey but terrified as you are you feel obliged to show your not dead yet.

Filled with anger a strong hand grabs the small chain between the strong metal cuffs that relentlessly grip your hard firmly behind your back, and wrenches them up. The motion tears at your muscles pulling them hard as they struggle to hold both shoulder joints in place. You buckle forwards in an attempt to lessen the pain.

This simple act has two effects, one causing searing tearing pain in your shoulders and the other ending any opposition to comply as you now rush backwards forced to end the pain. Oh my god you think to yourself how easily that was done and how easily he could do so much more, whatever the hell he wanted in fact.

You start to weep, a sudden realisation that your only choice is to succumb to your fate. This time when guided into position you simply obey, and await the next part of your nightmare to commence.

Your wait is not long, as you feel a strap on your ankle through your now tattered and torn stockings. Just above your favourite heels a leather shackle is being applied, passed between your parted legs, the rough skin of a dirty hand is caressing your small delicate ankle as it runs up towards your virgin sex.

The roughness of the skin scratching yours as it undulates on its journey over the ripped and torn stockings, getting closer and closer to its ultimate destination. The other hand grips the leather shackle in place, pulling it tight, then closing the metal buckle and encasing you like a snared animal.

You struggle against the restraints blindly trying to move the unexplored personal space of your young pussy from the grasp of this creature, wiggling and squirming, unable to move your own hands and push this invader away. Your stomach crashes into his imagined face, as his probing fingers force your upper thighs apart and he strokes your shaking sex through the material of your flimsy knickers.

Your body arches upwards as you struggle to find even the smallest millimetres of extra space to tear yourself from these filthy dirty torturing devils fingers and remove there unwanted and awful touch from your soft flesh.

He thrusts them harder between your legs forcing the material of your thong into your terrified hole and your body harder into his face, as he opens his mouth and closes his teeth hard into your stomach, pinching and biting like a wild thing. Your immediate reaction is to pull back to tear your flesh from his cutting bite, yet in doing so you unknowingly force his invading fingers further into you.

You scream in your heard as you shake from side to side in frustration and anger, the noise of a clattering chain is the only reply, this and your own laboured breathing from your enclosed head and gagged mouth.

Then there comes from the darkness a number of hurried noises, scurrying here and there then the sound of something being dragged behind you, and deliberate calculated footsteps and what was that, as something whistles past your ear cutting the air like a whip.

You sense that this will be the only release for a while from the pain of this nightmare.

As frustrated at your defiance your torturer is gathering his things, and making ready to secure you in place so that the fun can really begin.

Unbeknown you have been observed, by an unseen eye, a watcher in the woods. He’s seen everything, savoured and devoured it and his arousal has grown as he studied every part of your evolution from schoolgirl to gothic slut.

Oh how he wanted to take you earlier, he nearly did but you heard him. It was almost too much when your smacked your delicate little ass in his face.

Still he has his prey now, you are his, his plaything and oh what plans he has hatched for you while he sat and watched and imagining you in his nightmare.

It only took a second to throw the hood over your head, wrapping you in his strong arms and pushing you to the ground as he did so. The force of his body on yours winding you sufficiently that any hope you had of screaming was forced away as easily as the air in your lungs. It was simply a case then of pushing the gag into your open mouth and tying it securely behind your head, a move he is well accomplished at.

And now you lie there pinned to the floor as your assailant shoves you onto your right side firmly grasping your freed arm as it flays around blindly trying to strike him in a pathetic attempt at defiance. He almost seems to enjoy your response, thinking to himself its no fun if they don’t fight. Moving you further over, your face is now pushed hard into the ground as you hear the clink clink of metal on metal. It’s not too long before the question in your head is answered and cold hard metal bites into your wrists, as your numerous bracelets are brushed aside and replaced by a pair of handcuffs. He shifts position his knee now digging hard into the small of your back, as he wrenches your head back and throws what feels like a leather strap around your neck.

Panic sets in oh my god please no, he’s gonna kill me, strangle me and leave me here for dead, you whimper, please no not that, you scream in your head unable to make any audible sound except those breathy hi pitched whales and grunts coming from your gagged mouth. Tears stream from your blind eyes the beautifully applied make up tracing watering black lines over your sweet young face, as you contemplate your fate, your mind racing through images of nightmares and vile acts forced from the darkest places of your once innocent mind.

But no you’re not struggling for breath, kicking in throws of agony, the leather strap is tight yes, but not choking yet. Your head drops unexpectedly, ouch, the hood offering no protection to the hard ground.

Another click of metal, this time closer behind your head. And now, now your left alone, your torturer removes his body from restraining you and stands, a lead in his hand, you are at the end of it.

Then that cold voice comes once more from the dark, You’re my pet now, little girly, come walkies, and without time for you to react he tugs the lead hard forcing your head to jerk as your fall to your knees. You collide with the twigs, and logs of your hiding place as you are forced to destroy it on the start of your journey to a far far darker place.

It’s mufti day at school. You’ve waited so very long for this day, at last you get to wear whatever you want stuff those fussy old teachers, what do they know about fashion anyway.

But although it will be ok with the teachers you know your parents will never let you go to school dressed how you want, still you got a plan for that. Don’t you.

You’ve already stashed your gear in the woods by the school playing fields, last night on the way home. The only person who saw you was that guy walking his dog, well at least you think he has a dog, he had a lead with him didn’t he?

Funny that look he gave you stayed with you all day, kinda creepy but somehow deeper, somehow like he knew what you were up too.

Still never mind he will have forgotten you by now.

Your outta the front door in a flash a quick bye and your gone. Down the lane to the woods, you told Holly you’d met her at the gate 8.30 as usual. Like she even cares though she’ll most prob be in the underpass snogging Phil her latest bloke anyway, boys yuk. All spots and attitude.

At last you arrive at the spot, it’s a place where some kids made a kinda den thing with some sticks n leaves n stuff. You knew as soon as you spotted it, perfect no one will even know your in there, let alone what your doing.

A quick glance to make sure your alone, yes no one about and you’re in. You kick the leaves to one side and yes there it is, your bag safe and sound where you left it. Excellent.

Your in a world of your own, consumed with excitement as you open it to reveal the cool outfit you’ve longed to show off for so long and now you can and those boring old parents can do nothing about it.

You start to discard your school uniform, removing it without care or consideration you let it fall to the floor, your blouse and skirt removed your stood in the woods semi naked. You feel strangely at home until a sound startles you and for a second your vulnerable and scared, a little girl lost and alone, what if something happened to you, would anybody come to your aid would someone find you, if so how long would it take, being alone in the dark is not something you wish to experience.

Still you’re strong and determined and with a new sense of urgency your mind is back to the task in hand and you take the first item from the bag. A corset, a black shiny silk corset, and how skilled you have come at putting it on. How you enjoy the feeling of restriction against your body, how it binds your middle holding you firmly in place. You only wish your tits were bigger, but your little white school socks can fix that, and as long as no one touches you up there, whose to know.

Ooo you shiver as yer ass reminds you of your bare flesh exposed to the elements as the wind brushes through the trees, and across your soft white flesh.

Get that skirt on quick, you kick off your square school sensible shoes and push your small feet followed by those slim long legs, still in those stripy stockings which are about the only thing your parents haven’t stopped you wearing and you pull the skirt tight up over your soft firm arse, arching your back as you do so, and giving a little wiggle as it slips into place meeting the corset at your tummy. Oh how u wish you could get it pierced, all of the others girls have.

Reaching behind you, you fumble for the zip, you give your cute butt a little tap with the palm of your delicate little hand, and imagine your father saying naughty girl as a little giggle slips as you take a moment to enjoy your act of defiance.

Now to the best bit, the shoes, there at the bottom of your bag sit the most incredible pair of killer heels ever. They are amazing black and shiny, you struggle to walk in them but today who cares it’s a half-day anyway. You slip them on pointing your toes like a ballerina or Cinderella trying on her glass slipper and holding onto a tree you balance yourself as with a shove they are on, ouch they pinch a bit but as you always say no pain no gain. You can’t resist stroking them as you bend over, pushing your ass in the air once more and pull the strap around your ankle and buckle them both tight in turn.

That’s it; you stand up give yourself a quick brush off and have a satisfactory yes to yourself and your almost ready. Almost that is just the makeup now, those deep red lips and black eyeliner, that kinda goth vamp look that Holly taught you.

Grabbing the last remaining item from your stash you pick up the little make up bag, and perch yourself on that fallen log that has been placed across the back of the den like some kind of seat, take the lid off the eyeliner pencil and trace a fine black line across your right and then your left eye, making sure to leave those little tails at the corner which make all the difference.  You blink what was that, something moving, reflected in the mirror behind you, what the hell was it you think, your eyes shot open wide as a startled animal you whip your head around almost to terrified to look and see if your discovered, and no longer alone.

The fun is about to begin, and all you can do is accept your fate, yet inside deep deep down there is a hunger inside you that wants more.

Suddenly theres a pain in the left cheek of your arse sharp coarse electric pain, then again, hard vicious in its bite, your master is punishing his slut, forcing her sweet mouth to open and accept the unknown cock into it.

“Open up you slut”, stern and loud comes Sirs voice, He said he would push you far, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine this, not this, how many dirty old perverts are here, how long will it take and will you survive it?

You fight the pain, a tear joining the spunk as it runs down you face, a remainder from the bag that until recently hid you from your fate.

You snatch a glance around the room, desparate to see who is here, are there really as many as you think or perhaps hope? There are voices whispering you struggle to make them out, what ar they saying “ Ha, I’ve seen that slut before, shes a friend of my fucking daughter, fuck I even drink with her Da, Christ what a filth slapper, Im goona make sure she gets it hard in her arse alright.

There appears to be a lull in the preseedings as you swing around all of them getting a good look at you, staring at your exposed body, gazing at your clit still swollen from earlier. Suddenly realisation hits you... oh fuck fucking hell no, you wont be able to go out anywhere now, oh how will you hide your shame.

A chant begins, slowly quietly getting louder and louder more voices join in as they shout “ Fuck the slut, fuck the slut” The fear hits you fast, bang like a punch in the guts, you bladder gives way and a stream of hot piss, runs over your cunt mound, across your tummy, between your hanging tits and trickles over you cum stained face.

Inside you cant escape the awful truth, you deserve this, your such a dirty fuck meat whore, that actually you want it, you want it bad.

Your mouth opens, in goes the bastards rigid smelly cock and you start to suck with all your strength, you want them all, you want to taste each and every one of them, to feel their juicy hot spunk fill all your holes, to cover your whores body with their seed as the use and abuse you like the fuck toy you are.

You take it all in sucking the unseen males dick deep, as he pulls you forward your throat is filled with his rigid dick, his balls slapping your forehead as he pulls you firmly to him, one hand maintains its evil grip on your hair, relentless in its task as it holds you tight, you are aware of your legs being forced apart, and the rough texture of a chin pushing at your inner thighs, recently shaved bristles digging in and scratching your soft flesh, desparate to eat young cunt, to taste your freshly piss covered sex, and invade it with its tongue as it bites and knaws at sweet young slut flesh.

The attentions of this animals mouth, though rough and uncaring easily turn to a decadent unatural pleasure, your sensistive labia and clit accepting both its tongue and teeth willingly, your juices start to flow a mirror of your saliva that covers his dirty cock as it continues to penetrate and fill your mouth, your struggling for breath, lost in a feeding frenzy hungry for more.

Desparate for this thing to spill his seed into your accommodating mouth, to force you to choke on his spunk as it explodes inside your sore lips, surging deep deep down in your throat.

The pleasure rising in intensity as he eats and fucks this peice of meat, at his mercy faster and faster, his mouth lunches on your flesh as his cock buries itself deeper and deeper all the time his orgasm approaches, as your filthy climax climbs every closer.

His mouth halts, his teeth biting deep into your cunt flesh, there hard like little knives peircing your soft sensitive skin, as he explodes.

Hot seed pours from his hard cock, like a storm it spills from him into you. Joing his hard cock flesh, at the capacity of your mouth and spurting into your throat, as you choke and cough, throwing his seed from your mouth onto the filthy floor as you fight for breath.

The release is too much and this coupled with his strong bite on your cunt is too much and you join this creature as your body reaches the crescendo of your own pleasures, you orgasm, even here and in your used state you cum, hard trembling shaking, tears pouring from your makeup smeared eyes. The taste of his seed on your tongue and now your orgasm lapped up by his, as he starts to lap at your sex like a dog at a bowl of water. Quenching his thirst, he pushes you away. Letting you swing. Ready for the next hungry animal.

With a clear purpose he reaches out both hands and his strong fingers clasp your nipples, pinching and pulling them towards him with such force you whimper in pain.

He rubs his fingers together adding to this exquisite agony.

Then he sets about his art once more, using the candle to expertly drip drop after drop on each now fully erect and oh so sensitive nipple. As the wax builds it creates rivers of hot burning wax that now drop a second time down further onto your belly.

Frustrated that it’s not hitting his desired target he pushes your upper body backwards with a uncaring shove so that now you’re leaning back your exposed sex becoming such an easy target. You tense desparately trying to close your soaking sex lips, to cover those oh so sensitive inner sex lips that you just know are his painful goal.

Then its made all to clear that this is the case, as the first drops hit, with such incredible accuracy the wax has landed and no sooner does the shock of the heat burn your sex than its gone to be replaced by another burning, that of desire.

You feel the warmth of the wax echoed with that of your building orgasm, as now drop after drop of stinging wax is delivered to your exposed sex. You struggle against your restraints, driven crazy by this new experience as you try and get some friction any touch on your sex to increase your pleasure, anything will do you are now only concerned with pleasure the pain almost forgotten now its simply another form of divine foreplay.

Sensing your need and enjoying your frustration a boot is placed firmly between your legs, its hard leather and laces pressed firmly into your aching sex in an attempt to prevent you moving and taking any form of pleasure without permission. You care not now your working even more ferociously pressing your burning wet sex against the hardness of his boot, taking pleasure from him even now. In disgust he removes his boot from its position at the same time this movement causes the remnants of the nettle to drop landing almost deliberately on his foot and then in anger and frustration he brings it back with full force kicking you in the cunt.  Yet now this pain is nothing to you and once more you return to fucking his boot, rubbing and pushing your sore bruised sex onto the rough hard boot lost in a world of your own, your orgasm so intense and so so very close the sting of the nettle simply adds to your pleasure..

He stands amazed at the depths you will go to for your own pleasure and aroused beyond belief, unzipping his fly he reaches in and grabs his gorged cock once more and this time you need no invitation you already know what this means and you simply open your hungry whore mouth to welcome him inside you yet again.

He grabs your head driving himself back deep into your throat, enjoying the touch of your warm mouth around his hard sex, and he fucks your head, the two you in unison one forcing pleasure from his victim, the other accepting whatever it can get.

He fills your mouth so fully that you gag every time he thrusts his hard cock deep into your mouth, you choke, his hands on your head driving it onto his stabbing sex with such force your dizzy and disorientated almost in a forced trance like state of pleasure and pain. All this adding to the intensity of your own private orgasm, the two of you fucking like mad things as each feels the crescendo arrive.

He grabs your nose and holds his ready to explode cock in your mouth starving you of air, delighting in the shocked glare of your eyes, as he spills the first spurt of his hot cum deep into your closed throat.

Distant in his own dark pleasure he pulls out releasing you to gasp for air as the remainder of his hot seed explodes onto your face, the warm sticky mess clinging to your skin before starting to slowly drip down.

And you too reach your climax, you shake and tremble as the intensity of a most incredible amazing and yet so very decadent orgasm fills your body it moves you to tears.

There’s more to follow but yet to be written…..

He takes up the ruler from the desk, and raises it high, held tight in his right hand, he waits just for a second, just until you drop your guard and relax that tiny little bit. Then Bam it lands, right across both of your raised buttocks with a whack, a muffled whack.

The cloth of your tartan school skirt, absorbs a good amount of the momentum of his blow, the sound is dull, like the sting, like the pain that is denied you.

You let out a whimper, from your bitten lips, small and insignificant like the blow recently delivered. Then it comes again, you jump forward as it hits, only this time its ever so slightly harder, you clench your cheeks together as it lands, firming up your butt in an pathetic twisted attempt to feel more, to suffer more oh how you want that divine pain and sooner or later it will be delivered.

But oh no Sir lets the ruler land even softer this time, so soft you hardly feel the rigid wood, he holds it there, still as your delicious hungry ass squirms against it, and your body screams for more. Then suddenly like a flash it is lifted and BAM, WHACK, WHACK!!! BAM!!!, 4 of the best land in quick succession on after another on your tender cheeks.   The shock and intensity combine to deliver such a divine feeling of adrenaline rush coupled with arousal, whilst not a stinging pain, it courses through your rump and settles in your now screaming cunt, your heart racing the feeling is electric and makes you feel alive and wanting like never before.

You cannot help but let out a scream a scream loud and coloured with pleasure divine, pleasure derived from sweet exquisite pain. Your breath is heavy and your heart beat pounding behind your pert breasts and oh so hard erect nipples, lost in a world of dark twisted pleasures you imagine whats next and oh how you desire it all, every second of it.

As the feeling begins to fade you feel warmth between your legs turn to wetness, your cunt lips gorged and full, are now so very moist your juices flowing between them, the liquid spilling from your cunt and soaking into the white fabric of your panties.

Sirs hand reaches down, taking the fabric of your skimpy and short tartan school skirt in its grasp, it lifts it high, removing a layer of protection from your glowing bottom. Sir lets his hand caress it for a second, running little circles with his palm across each panty covered cheek in turn, letting his long fingers explore the ridge of your ass and drop sporadically down between your cheeks to tantalize and tease your asshole. The touch causing it to squeeze and contract involuntarily, as the exploring fingers continue their journey down, Sirs palm sliding slowly in between your legs engulfing your now very damp mound.

It stops, the warmth of your masters palm echoing that of your sex, it stays still frustratingly still and you tremble. You wait terrified will he be pleased or angered by your damp state.

Well we will have to wait and see now wont we.

How I long for you to knock on my door turning your back to it as it opens and I position the blindfold on your beautiful innocent face.

Taking you gently by the hand I lead you into the room, stopping for a second to close the door behind you and lock it.

You wait in darkness and anticipation searching blindly for me and the command that you long to hear, your sweet sex already moist and hungry for satisfaction.

From somewhere in the room a voice commands you to remove your coat. Without a word, you unbutton it, letting it drop first over your shoulders and finally to the floor, to reveal you in all you decadent beauty. For you are dressed exactly as instructed in nothing other than stockings and high heels, the mounds of your firm young breasts topped by your hard erect nipples.

For a second there is silence, as you are viewed by your unseen admirer, who lying on the bed, surveys the beauty at his mercy, his cock exposed hardens with the thought of using you shortly, for soon it will feel the warmth of your innocent cunt surround it as it welcomes him deep deep inside you.

After what seems an age the silence is broken and the command you have longed for so very long comes. For now I am beside you stood so very close to you, your skin tingles as it senses mine in close proximity and softly I whisper in your ear kneel for me slut.

Without hesitation you obey, your slim body gracefully moves into position as you hear my footsteps behind you, followed by my body echoing your posture as I to kneel behind you in readiness.

Aware that you are not allowed to move, you struggle to resist the cries of your desperate sex to push your firm young ass towards me, to impale yourself on my hard cock that waits patiently behind you poised and ready to enter you at it and your masters will.

You sense my strong naked body move over yours, the flesh of my chest caressing the soft bare skin of your pert delicate ass.

And then my hands clasping your wrists pull your arms forward, forcing them to the floor and you onto all fours as in one swift movement our bodies embrace and our sexes meet.

Tantalizing my hard cock tickles and teases you hungry cunt sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through your body as it dances around at the your now soaking pussy lips.

Now slut, now, beg me to enter you, beg me to take you and allow you the satisfaction your body craves.

Ooooh please Sir, please I beg you to use me so that your filthy little fuck slut can be satisfied.

Try harder slut comes the devastating response and your body screams in ever-increasing craved frustration, the hunger rising now to almost breaking point.

Well will you try harder slut, what will you say to sir to convince him that you are worthy of his use?

Time to play again?

“I think its time we played again, slut don’t u? He questions. Yet he cares not if you answer, after all what does it matter you’re his meat, his fuck toy to abuse and use however he sees fit now, in your bound state you can only sit back and enjoy the divine torture.

He grasps your opened corset pulling it apart and down so that it holds your arms in place even more firmly than the handcuffs that still tightly bind them. His cold black-gloved hand takes the nettle from your body; you shake your eyes closed tightly trying to ignore the biting stings from the bumps that now mark you smooth white skin and breath a sigh of relief.

Only to be awakened as the same stinging tingling pain reappears but this time from the sensitive skin of your left breast, the bastard is using it to punish you even more, he’s rubbing the nettle coarsely into your exposed reddening tits. IS there no end no limit to the depths this bastard will sink too?

All to soon your question is answered as his gaze turns to the candle, grabbing it, swiftly he moves the flame towards your face, so close you can feel the warmth on your cheek as in desperation you try to pull your head away, which causes him to stumble forward, the melted wax falling onto the tender soft skin of your breasts in a fountain of hot scolding wax.

It burns intensely as it hardens, stinging and biting as it moulds to your skin cooling then melting again as another hot trail makes its way across your heaving breasts already full of pain. A tear springs from the corner of your eye as this hot second skin, slowly seals your nettle bitten flesh in its hot embrace.

Aroused at your obvious distress caused by this accidental act, your attacker starts to deliberately manoeuvre drops of this hot punishing liquid so that they land again and again on the very tips of your hard nipples, encasing them as this torture develops into a deliberate act of power and control.

My how he enjoys watching your body tense and jump as the burning drops of hot wax hit and scold your soft delicate body at his control.

But this is not enough he wants more and putting his newfound toy down for a moment he once again picks up his knife and moves over to you. Now he grabs at your favourite thong and coldly slides the knife down the side of your hip, the cold hard metal point gouging deep into your hip as the sharp blade is used to cut the string of your thong away. The cold black satin material wet with your pussy juices and his come falling the short distance to the floor as he repeats the same cold calculated movement once more revealing your sweet bare sex in all its glory.

He stands back for a second, rather like an artist admiring his work almost as if he needs to contemplate the next masterstroke to complete the piece. You gaze at him, tears running down your face as he stands over you admiring the power of the mask man who has you at his mercy.

After a while of just watching his young play pet finger her sweet bald cunt, with her little delicate fingers, Sir reaches over and removes your little white panties from around the ankles of your widely spread legs.
Your oblivious to him right now, lost in a decadent world of your own pleasure, despite all the humiliation, your body betrays your true feelings, a hand pushing your body forward onto your busy fingers.
I hear your moans of pleasure, gazing down at the shiny moisture erupting from your swollen sex lips, covering your fingers as you reach climax. Your eyes closed, your lips bitten and your nipples hard against your school blouse.

Your lost, in a dream of your own, Sir waits, his sex eager to take its own pleasures from you so very soon.
He undoes his belt, unzips his fly and releases his evil cock from its prison.

He readies himself, presenting his old cock to his young slut, and this movement wakes her from her dream, back to reality and the nightmare of her situation.
He enjoys the startled look of terror on her flushed face as she gazes up at him kneeling over her, his cock in hand.
"you want this dont u little girl, you want to feel sirs big old cock inside your dirty flesh dont u"
You hate his words, but inside your sex wants more.
"if you know whats good for you my girl, you'll be quick and answer Yes sir, nice and load now"
You do, afterall what choice do you have, do as sir says or see those terrible pictures all round school, thats even worse than being expelled or whatever sick acts this old fucker intends to commit on your flesh.
"get your cunt juices on my cock now girl, and coat it good, u r gonna need it nice and wet for what i am going to do to you with it"
Your slow to move, your poor mind searching images of what possible acts of degredation could be about to be inflicted on your poor sweet body. He grabs your hands forcing you to rub your soaked sex, and takes your moist fingers and slides them up and down the shaft of his hard cock.
The feel of his hard shaft against your fingers excites you beyond belief, your body is so aroused, it wants more and lost in the moment you take your other hand and shove your little fingers deep into your hot sex getting them nice and sticky.
Your tummy starts to warm once more as you feel your excitement grown and repeating the motion to sate your hunger sirs cock is soon dripping with your shiny cunny juice.
Sir can hold back no longer, he needs satisfaction, his anger wants to show you how to be a good girl and take whatever he dishes out to you.
His voice slow and gravelly demands "turnaround you fucking slut, turnaround and put your sweet ass in my face"
You struggle, theres not much room in the car, swivelling round you present your rear to him, as your face is pushed hard against the cold glass of the misted up car window.
Without warning he is on you, and to your there is no pleasure, he has used his full strength to force entry to your tight asshole, your own juices used to lubricate your anus as he rammed his hard sex deep into your filthy hole.
It feels so tight, your poor rim stretched beyond belief as your muscles spasm, shocked and fighting against this unatural invader.
You try to move away, but your crushed, your face rammed into the cold glass with every punishing thrust of this bastard teachers cock assfucking his star pupils hard and fast.
You try to push but this only rams him into you harder.
There is no choice, no other option, deep hidden inside you comes a desire, as the pain in your ass subsides to be replaced with arousal and perverse pleasure, you reach for your cunt and start to rub your already gorged clit once more.
Your horror is replaced by increased pleasure, oh my god, how could you enjoy this filth, this old bastard fucking your asshole, but somehow its the most intense pleasurable experience you've ever had.
You start to rock in motin with his invasion, his cock sliding in and out of your tight ass, as you rub your cunt harder harder.
Until finally you feel his balls tighten as the slap your cheeks, he stops, ramming himself so very deep into you, and then you feel it inside your anal wall, his cock twitches and hot cum explodes to fill your ass. The new strange feeling is too much, and you to reach orgasm, your bodies writhing and spasming together.
You push back on his rigid cock as he forces the last drops of cum into your ass, he slides backwards and forwards as his comes down from climax, his cum running from your sore asshole to meet your own now oozing from your oh so satisfied cunt.
He puts an hand on your neck and slowly withdraws his now flacid cock from your gaping hole, drips of cum falling on your school skirt and back of your white school stockings staining them a strange pinkish brown.
He takes your knickers and starts to wipe his cock clean with them. Then leans over and opens the car door so that you fallout face first onto the muddy ground.
You hear the car door close behind you, the noise loud over your sobbing, your not sure if the tears are from the pain and humiliation of because deep down you know you enjoyed every moment of it.
Dare you stay there long, used abused your body sore and aching, you cloths dirty and stained, cum dripping from your ass.
All you can do is get to school, face the questions the stares and whatever Sir has instore for you next.

ready for more? are you ready to come to me to be at my mercy and experience pleasures I know you dream off?

Its the next morning and I see you walking to school that same way you go everyday, funny though your sure you don't normally see Sir on your way to school and now you sure wish you didnt.
>
> I sound my horn as I pull up along side you winding the window down as I do. Your heart is racing in shock from the loud noise that has drawn everyones attention to you and at the thought of what depraved acts my vile mind has in store for you if you get in.
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> You try to ignore me, your face reddening as you blush at the unwanted attention your recieving and this only provokes my anger and i honk the horn once more, throwing the door open, and shout get in now.
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> You turn and decide that whatever I have instore youd rather it, than more humiliation here, and in a flash your in the car seat next to me and the door is slammed shut.
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> We are away driving past the other kids as they make their way to school, all the time my eyes on you looking at your long legs following them up from your school shoes up to your skimpy school skirt then across your flat tummy and up to your oh so well developing breasts. The bulg in my trousers growing in its hunger to escape and get to work on you.
>
> within seconds we are passing the school gates and you give me a shocked look as you realise I am not taking you to school just yet. Your gaze is met with a command, a command that you know you have to obey, afterall Sir has those incriminating pictures of you now and you are so very close to expoltion.
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> "lift ur skirt, I want to see your knickers now, and be quick girl" comes the voice.
> You close your eyes, and slowly reach down, grabbing the hem of your skirt and begin to lift the front of the red tartan material, bringing it up so that your white school knickers are in clear view, the soft white fabric bunched up over your sex as you hold your legs tightly together, holding on to whatever dignity you thought you had left.
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> "Theres a good girl, now open ur legs" comes teachers commanding voice, as you pull up to a set of traffic lights on the way out of town. "do it girl" he shouts and again you jump to obey his command, opening your trembling legs, exposing your thinly covered sex to whatever advances he has in mind.
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> "Now touch yourself girl, touch that filthy little sex of yours, I know you do it, I know you love to fiddle with your pussy girl, so dont mess me about and get to work" just before you close your eyes, and run your hand over your firm tummy, your fingers lifting the material of your white panties as they make their way to your guilty sex. Which as much as you hate whats happening to you is begining to betray you with its pleasing warmth.
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> You see that the car has stopped, your in the woods and Sir is no longer concentrating on driving, all his attentions is on you. His little fuck slut toy, who is warming her tight sex up ready for Sir to use her.
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> And all you can do is to enjoy the ride.

Unconsciously your body pushes back tentatively probing, blind and unsure of what it will find.
  Frustrated at the pathetic movement your attacker thrusts the knife at your chest
  ?That?s not good enough, I said fuck me? he whispers strong and firm into your ear as the knife moves across your heaving chest slicing your top as the blade moves against your heaving firm breasts and erect nipples, it feels so good but you hate your body for enjoying this torture.
  Without warning the knife is removed and you relax just for a second, until suddenly its on you again but this time in a place far more delicate, Your body trembles and you shake as the cold metal of the blade is run between your thighs, it makes you shiver with both pleasure and terror as it delicately glances against your sex lips.
  You struggle to contain the growing warmth of pleasure between your legs, to stop the orgasm that will betray your inner desires.
 
 
  With a shock you are forced back to reality as your attacker declares ?I?m going to taste you? and is immediately followed by a bare hand searching, probing between your shaking legs as it journeys towards your ashamedly wet pussy. You feel your attackers strength forcing your bound legs apart as it drives towards your exposed pussy and without warning a finger is thrust deep and hard into your aching sex.
 
 
  You squirm in pleasure as you make a pathetic attempt to get away from this forced invasion of your body, but at the same time you crave more inside you want to push back, your mouth letting out a short cry as other fingers move up your sex stroking your pussy and start to tease and tug at your gorged clit.
 
  The hand is removed and then the voice comes again ?You taste so sweet and my such a smooth pussy and so wet too you want me to take you, don?t you! Well what are you waiting for fuck me now stop holding back?
 
  Your reaction is to push back, but harder this time and, oh my you feel what must be your attackers hard gorged sex moving towards your undefended entrances, rubbing against your soft white ass cheeks as it makes its way, you know all he has to do is to push forward and he will be inside you taking you however and wherever he sees fit.
 
  For a second you are left unwatched as a black cat?s shadow dances across the small window high up on the opposite wall to you, which distracts your attacker for no more than a split second. Before without warning he enters you hard and fast he shoves his cock deep inside your now soaking pussy, forcing you to lurch forward crushing your delicate trapped body in place while he pleasures himself with you.
 
  You can feel his hardness inside you rubbing against the walls of your soaked sex, your sex hungry for more as this invading penis is withdrawn for a split second as he jerks in and out of you. Your legs longing to open to allow his weapon deeper access, but they struggle against your trousers still on the floor binding your ankles together, stopping you from displaying your true need and desire to be screwed.
 
  He is consumed with desire and aggression as he pumps and thrusts inside your pussy, slamming his cock deep and hard in and out of you, he enjoys the look of pleasure and pain on your face as he rides your now soaking sex. Your lost in a world of desire for more of his touch, you crave more of this divine pleasure and pain you care for nothing else.
 
  A firm pair of hands tightly grip your shoulders as your partner in this decadent act pulls your body onto his, driving his cock even harder and deeper into you thrusting his balls against your body with a slap, holding you there for a split second as he drives ever deeper into your hungry sex as you climb again to yet another guilty climax.
 
  But no all too soon you feel him tense as he lets out a moan of pleasure and releases his hot seed into you. You feel him tremble as he takes time to enjoy this stolen pleasure from you in his exquisite orgasm. His arms pulling you hard back onto him as he releases the last of his cum into your desperate sex, crying out for more.
 
  Then you are released and he is gone. The bastard has left you there now he has had his pleasure. You are discarded like a used rubber on the floor on display, your used sex out on view in your taken state for any to see who may enter.
 
  You crumble to the floor humiliated yet thrilled and guiltily hungry for more as you stare down at the floor and wonder what fate has in store for you next. Then you are startled at a movement at the door, what is it, but you soon relax when the black cat from the window starts to rub against you with a loud purr before in a flash like your attacker it too is gone.
 
 
  I do hope you like it and your appetite is now sufficiently whet for me