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Through his bluetooth earpiece, he could hear the 19 year old girl sobbing and mewing into her gag. “shhhh, shhh” he cooed, “I know it’s been nearly two hours…you must be really uncomfortable and hot and sweaty. But we’ll reach the old school soon where your new daddy is waiting for you…“ Valerie Tan, a sweet, petite chinese girl, made a strangled sound which excited him. She was crammed into a small suitcase that was buried beneath steel shelves full of industrial equipment in the back of a ‘construction site’ van. Her arms were bound behind her with cable ties, cutting into her soft skin at her wrists and elbows, pulling her shoulders back. Her legs were also secured at her ankles , knees and thighs. Dirty, workmen gloves were stuffed into her mouth and sealed in with a black leather head harness. The straps dug into her face and a thick rectangular slab crushed her lips. The delivery man, as he was known, had inserted a bluetooth headset into her ears before pulling a black hood bag over her head. She could hear everything he said and he could hear her whimpering through a private two-way cell phone line. The van bounced and rocked casually on the unmarked dirt road somewhere deep in a third world country.


“I bought you six pairs of edible thong panties by the way. Virgin vanilla they call it. Isn’t that cute? One size smaller so it’s snug and delicious. Daddy is gonna have fun eating it off you for breakfast!” He heard her cry in response. He grew excited but reminded himself that she was for master Graheg. There would be videos though. He looked forward to watching them. A call came in. “Ah,” he relished, “speaking of daddy…” The delivery man clicked on conference, so that all three were connected. a deep, haunting voice broke through. “Valeriiiiie…are you reaching home soon?” The delivery man laughed. “20 minutes more sir.” Valerie shivered, bit down on the packing, tears streaming down her face mingled with sweat. It was hard to breathe. Daddy continued teasing her. “Two more long hours before your stupid international school realises you’re missing. Silly of them yes? Letting you young girls explore the old city and villages on your own. Independence training they call it? Look where that got you.” She started to cry noisily. “Tell me, my delivery man was really convincing was he? Pretending to be the local chaperone. And you my dear, so gullible to believe him, getting into his taxi to take you back to the hostel. You’re going to a hostel alright. Just not the one Mommy and daddy sent you to! Did you say goodbye to them properly? You’ll never see them again you understand…you are now my official plaything. I am your daddy now and you are my little bound and gagged kitten. I can’t wait to get you nice and naked…” Both men were gleeful. Valerie was terrified, recalling how she was driven off-road into the jungles and by the time she sensed something wasn’t right and before she could reach her cell phone, she was overwhelmed by the sudden violence of the 'kind native’ , knocked out cold with chloroform, just to awaken in her current terrifying state.
“Ten minutes sir…” The delivery man said, loud and clear.
“Very good. Very very good. See you soon little Vee…” The third line died.
“Ten minutes baby…everything will change for you. Once we reach the old school, abandoned and forgotten, deep in the rural wasteland, once we get you into the fortified halls and into the playroom, once we get you out of that suitcase and into your new and horrible reality, you’re gonna wish you were robbed and killed instead. But oh no, we won’t kill you. We got lots and lots of plans for that pretty, nubile body of yours. It’s gonna be very very exciting…”
Valerie couldn’t contain herself anymore. She screamed and screamed into her gag with no one around to hear her as the van reached closer and closer to her impending nightmare.

Valerie Tan, 19, with lovely straight black hair, slender, adorably sweet and innocent looking, attractive the way young Korean actresses were attractive, couldn’t keep her sweat from pooling into her eyes. It stung, the heat in the suitcase made her feel nauseous, sweat rolled into her nostrils.The constant crying clogged her up, and because her mouth was sealed off, she had to clear her nose repeatedly in order to breathe. It was a mess.

She was thirsty more than hungry, mostly from all the useless screaming, especially when she had reawakened to find herself jammed up in a tiny space, curled and fetal, bound and hooded. Those first few minutes of dreadful realisation was musical to the delivery man. He had of course recorded her first muffled screams, the deep and long weeping noises, the sound of her body rocking side to side trying to break out and woefully failing.

“A www baby Val…don’t cry..don’t cry,” he had said into the mic. “Save your gagged crying for daddy, he likes to hear his little babies cry into stuffed and sealed mouths…shhhh….shhhhh….“ he drove on, erect and squirming in his seat.
Coarse grains of dirt, made muddy with her saliva, clung to the back of her throat in layers where the rough gloves scratched. The gloves themselves were soggy and mushy. They made her cheeks bulge while the head harness mashed everything in. The taste was awful but she could not expel anything. The tightness of the gag and straps made her head throb. Gunk slowly slid down her sore throat, making her retch and cough. Her stomach was twisted in knots of fear and panic, her energy eaten up by trepidation. She fought the urge to vomit. Her arms and legs had gone numb from poor circulation. The tightly cinched cable ties were itchy as it bit into skin. She had mostly given up trying to break them. It was nearly night.

Through the gate that marked /private property, no trespassing/, the van turned down the final stretch of dirt road.
Headlights beamed on Wild dogs that roamed the only way to the school of ordeals. They were trained to attack and kill all foreign intruders.
They started barking violently as the van passed. They could smell the young girl. “Hear that val? The dogs are all horny for you…”
The triple story building sat on a plot of land in the middle of a vast and abhorrent jungle.twenty years ago, there was a village community here, but the untamed jungle, with its dangerous beasts and poisonous snakes caused everyone to flee with the school halfway built.
It was the perfect place. Why, and how such creatures no longer dared to trespass now was beyond the delivery man.
Something even more toxic had settled into this terrible place he reckoned, and it kept the lesser dangers away.
The locals had erased this place from their minds. Now, only the mad Graheg resided here, but he will soon no longer be alone.
The building was completed, again, with whose money no one knows, but the school was now a fortified hell hole of brick and stone where no sunlight entered. Electrical lines snaked from an array of gasoline generators that rumbled behind the building.

There was only one entry way, guarded by reinforced steel doors that groaned open as the van waited to enter. “We’re here little Vee! Are you ready for lots of disgusting sex? Hmm?“ She made a guttural sound behind her uncomfortable gag. The van jerked and rolled into the dark, as the great doors slowly screamed shut, sealing in her doom.

The engine sputtered off.

Her eyes were screwed shut, an attempt to block out reality as she heard the van’s back door creak open and boxes with metal shuffling around. When she felt the suitcase being dragged out forcibly, she bit down on the dirty mouth packing, praying, heart palpitating and calling silently for Mommy or daddy or anyone to end this. She was visibly trembling, fingers tugging again at the cable ties as if by some miracle, they would break free. Her mind started to play delusions. Maybe this was a naughty camp prank. Maybe she’ll be released into a sunny resort. Maybe it was just a nightmare, and she would wake up. She felt the suitcase tilting, then dragged on top of something else. She felt movement. On some kind of trolley. She retreated into herself, illogically hoping to remain in the van, in the suitcase, because she knew that whatever was waiting outside was even worse.

The delivery man pushed the trolley into a small room just by the side of the van. He shut the thick, soundproof door behind him. The room was like a padded cell, heavy duty sound absorbent material were stacked wall to wall. There were no windows. In the middle of the room, two 18 inch speakers were facing each other. The gap between them was just enough for the suitcase standing up. He locked down the wheels of the trolley and with one swift move, he pulled the bag off the trolley, let it swing down and thumped it onto the floor standing up. “Oops! He said loudly, hope I didn’t hurt your knees!” He pushed the suitcase in between the speakers.

Valerie wasn’t on her knees. She was upside down in the suitcase. Blood rushed down her legs, her knees pressing against her hooded head. “Daddy will come collect you soon, but first, you’ll be provided with some In-house entertainment!” The brutal, death metal track came on at full volume that even the delivery man winced. Immediately, her young body tensed and coiled, confusion and chaos mercilessly ravaged her entire being. She clenched her fist, bit down hard on her mouth packing, too strained even to scream. The big black speakers was exploding with violent distortion, ungodly drums played at horrific speed, then the demon like growling of lyrics she could clearly discern.

“TIED HER UP! TAPED HER MOUTH SHUT!
CANNOT SCREAM! RAPED VIOLENTLY!
STRIPPED, RAPED, TORTURED!
STRIPPED RAPED TORTURED!
TIED HER UP, TAPED HER MOUTH SHUT!“

The psychotic song was spliced and looped.

It was deafening and defeating allowing the poor girl no way escaping through thoughts of safe spaces. Valerie spiralled into a vortex of heightened anxiety, heaving hot air that was trapped behind her gag. Those words drilled into her, sickening her, like advanced radiation, poisoning and killing off hope very quickly. The delivery man left the horrible noise, shutting the heavy door behind him. He could still hear the terrible music, his cock hard and his head dizzy with excitement. How long will she be exposed to such cruelty? Only daddy knows.

Daddy, who was sitting in his master bedroom, watching the whole scene on the large coloured lcd screen. He plugged in his earphones to listen to his favourite song. He stared at the suitcase between the speakers and stroked himself, imagining what the young teen must be feeling and thinking as she heard those lyrics over and over again. He couldn’t wait to get started on her but knew he shouldn’t rush such things. He leaned back and continued watching. Let her sweat it out he thought, as he slowly started on his dinner.

when the brutal noise had suddenly stopped, almost an hour after it began, Valerie's’ ears were ringing uncontrollably, loud then soft, peaks and valleys of hum. Her head was filled with horrifying repulsive imagery, word associations to the lyrics that created her worst imaginings. Her lovely dress, one she wore on her birthday a year back, felt completely inadequate. Stripped and raped, stripped and raped. The words circled her mind like vultures. She knew it was useless trying not to think of it. It was going to happen. Very soon. Raw pain ran down the sides of her neck. Perhaps it was the strain her head was in or the strain her ears had to endure, she couldn’t tell. All she could hear was her own erratic heartbeat pounding, her chest tightened from stress, body wet from sweat tricking all over her sensitive flesh that seemed heightened by the loud harshness that dragged on forever. adrenaline was rushing inside her, which made her more aware of her situation. She squeezed her legs together, even though it was already tightly bound. Her panties and bra were inanimate things, unable to stop whatever her captors had in mind. Stripped and raped. She tried thinking of happy times but that made things worst. Joyful thoughts failed miserably before her. Dead fantasies. The density of her true reality was too great a weight. No bright thoughts could save her.

It was almost like a hallucination, that whistling. She heard it through her ringing ears, a sharp melody, a happy tune, like from a cartoon. It got louder, approaching her darkness. Then the suitcase moved again and again she recoiled within, no where to hide. Something else probably worse was going to happen to her. She started pleading senselessly in the dark. Please let me go. please don’t hurt me anymore. please, please, please. The whistling and dragging didn’t stop. It felt far, wherever she was taken, she couldn’t fathom where she was. The heat in the suitcase was stifling her, she felt weak and vulnerable. Then without warning, the whole suitcase was pushed over, she crash landed on her side again and her head was suddenly crushed down under an immense weight. She heard that familiar, demonic guttural voice.
“Vaaaaa lerrrrrrr rieeeeeeeee” you still there?“ She kept still.silent. As if that would make her vanish or be forgotten.
Graheg, who was sitting on the suitcase,bounced up and down . “I can’t heeeear youuuuuu” he bounced some more, finally eliciting a muffled half scream, half moan, not because she wanted to reply, but because the weight crushing her was too much. “Ahhhh, there you are….sorry it’s been so long since you had some fresh air… She tried not to imagine the body that belonged to such a weight. He got up, releasing the pressure. ”I’m going to go get ready. Have to look presentable for my baby girl right? Don’t go anywhere!“ She heard her captors mad giggling fade away, leaving her with silence and a mind running wild with fear.

The mad, six foot, negroid Graheg looked at his pretty self in the full length mirror and adjusted his blue and white cheerleader skirt. His stomach was a bloated thing which made it hard to keep the skirt up. He spread his legs and bent them, right hand reaching up the skirt to tug at his pale orange, high—cut grandmother panties. His bulging, half coiled, uncircumcised cock made the panties too tight while the lacy flower designs irritated his scrotum, but he wanted to look pretty for little Vee. He wore black fishnet stockings that was torn in several places, exposing thick, hairy legs. A dirty beige, silk negligee stretched tautly across his sweaty upper body, leaving mounds of fat to hang out around his waist. He ran his black nailed fingers through his long, badly cut, pink dyed hair and scratched at his thick, stinking beard. He sloppily put on purplish lipstick, licked his foul lips, burped with satisfaction then duck faced the mirror. He was ready to show himself to his beautiful, young daughter.

100 mg of viagra super-active. Popped.

Graheg entered the room slowly, heart racing, closing and dead-bolting the door behind him.

Despite the safety and obscurity of the school, he loved the idea of total security. Something about being locked in the room with a tied and gagged teenage girl. No one in or out. Just him and his little vee.

“I’m all ready for you sweetheart…” He heard her whimper in the suitcase that was dumped next to the large dirty mattress on the floor in his ‘fuck palace’ as he called it.

Rolls of heavy duty black tape, a bag of cable ties, bundles of thin, harsh rope, a hunting knife, scissors, handcuffs and bottles of lubricants lay nearby, neatly arranged next to high grade intoxicants, whiskey, beer, a ziplock full of fat blunts, more viagra pills and other chemical stimulants. He was always prepared for long, exciting periods of raping young, frightened girls.

He sat next to the suitcase, legs spread out to either sides, cracked open a beer and finished it in four giant gulps. He then lit a fat joint and smoked it with large drags between teasing her.

“Do you think the police have started looking for you? You’re two and a half hours away from where you were taken. That’s a long, long way off, far away in no man’s land, surrounded by thick jungle in the sweltering heat.
It’s going to be hard for them you know? No road cameras,country’s too poor, hahaha, no witnesses as far as i know, no proper roads to this place, even if they knew how to get this far.
Your phone has been destroyed. no GPS tricks there. The cops will ask around the city pointlessly, showing off your pretty picture. Have you seen this girl? Everyone will say no. Who cares?
People are too busy being poor. Think they want to help find you? You’re right here with me, your new, beloved daddy, and NO ONE KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.

Except my trusty delivery man of course. Who is paid well for his good, good work…maybe i’ll let him play with you too, after i’m done with you of course. Maybe when i’m taking a break from unloading sperm into your lovely body. Maybe two to three days time…”

He finished smoking the potent joint, satisfied with the way his senses were very much heightened. He devoured another can of beer, chased it with a few shots of fine whiskey. He was sweating profusely, drunk, his fat body hot and tingling and excited. Slowly, he opened the zip of the suitcase just a little, he bent over and put his face at the opening. He inhaled deeply. “Ohhhhh, ooooooh yessss. you smell really gooood. Sweaty and steaming and full of terrors….” He inhaled deeply some more, his cock growing in the tight panties he had on. There was something wonderful about the way a teenage girl smells. Clean and dirty at the same time. Fresh and juicy. Maybe it was all the crap they ate. fast food and what not. He opened the zipper some more, letting light in. He peeked. Her back was facing him, he glimpsed the white material of her dress, made partly translucent because of her sweating, showing off the thin strip at the back of her white bra. Carefully he pinched the part where the hooks were, pulled it then snapped it back against her skin. She jerked forward, a half yelp escaping her, with no where to move really. “Did i scare you Val? we’re just getting started baby…” He unzipped the rest of the suitcase completely, throwing off the covers. And there she was. 19 year old Valerie Tan, curled and shaking in her white virgin dress. She felt the cool air but it was no reprieve. A new wave of panic filled her. No more was she 'safe’ in the suitcase. Her body was now exposed.

Her captor was leering at her, she knew. Graheg’s eyes roamed her tiny waist, sloping and curving, her legs, smooth and tender. The black cable ties were tight, he could see, cutting into her below the knees, her ankles. She had no shoes on. His gaze ran over her small soles, her cute toes. She shivered. She was scared. He could hear her clearly now, whimpering. He lowered his face to the side of her arms, sniffed her. She bucked and struggled, head finally rising out slightly from her entrapment. The black hood was cinched at her neck, her lovely long hair spilling out from under. He lifted portions of her lamb soft hair and sniffed it. Sweat and shampoo, floral and fruity.

Bunching and twirling it in his hand, he struggled to get up then with one ruthless tug, he dragged her out from the suitcase. Her scream was gurgled, her body twisted, arms straining against her bonds. She could barely balance herself and was tossed sideways unto the mattress. Instinctively and immediately, she pushed herself away from his presence, frantic and driven by fear, she used her bare feet to propel her body anywhere, anywhere but here.

Her head shot left to right, confused, directionless. He was amused and let her struggle, jerking and pushing her body but finding it difficult because she couldn’t feel much, legs and arms numb from her prior position. “Where you going baby? Door is the other way…” He was enjoying this.

The sounds she was making behind her gag was erotic to him. Short bursts of guttural desperation. She could have been saying, no, no, no. He picked up the suitcase and sent it crashing against the far end of the room, out of the way, nothing between him and his fuck toy. He crept towards her small, writhing body, studying it in her full extended glory.

That little dress.

All that fair flesh. Her slender neck, the spaghetti straps, the curve of her shoulder blades and upper arms, her unblemished skin, the rest of her arms disappearing behind her, bound. The thin, white bra straps. Her supple a-cup breasts, the curve of her waist, her flat stomach rising and falling with frightful breathing, her damp, sweat soaked dress hugging her body.
He looked to her legs, the hemline ending three inches above her knees, her beautiful thighs and calves, the black cable tie around her ankles.

“you’re so petite…soo small” graheg said, amazed. “I hope i don’t break your ribs when i crawl on you completely naked…”

She moaned and struggled some more, crawling on her back desperately inching away from the source of his voice. Reaching the end of the mattress, she panicked and stopped moving, unsure if it was a bed she was on.
She could fall, break something, die. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t want to be violated either. 'stripped and raped. Cannot scream.’ Fragments of the brutal song played again in her head.
With no where left to go, she pulled her knees up towards her chest, stomach protecting her crotch it seemed.

Graheg stared at her ass, rounded, small, perky. He could see her panty line. He circled her like a shark till he stood behind her.
He plopped onto the mattress,above her head. she panicked again, tried to turn away, to some other direction, pleading through her gag.

"What you saying baby? oh! You want me to hug you? You’re afraid? Sure!“ She screamed when he gripped her shoulders to push her up, moved his body further in. He spread his legs, cheerleader skirt riding up, then pulled her back in, letting the back of her body lean against his big stomach, he wrapped his bear like hands around her waist and squeezed her to him tight. her crossed his fat legs over legs. She bucked maniacally in his vice grip, struggling to pull away, grunting, groaning, legs banging the mattress, trying to pull herself forward out of his grip.

No use.

He pressed his cheeks to her hooded head. "Little veeee, little veee,” he sang, “should i begin stripping theeee?” He held on to her waist with his left hand as his right started un-cinching the hood just under her chin. He pulled at the leather cords opening up the hood. He was excited to see her pretty face.

Gripping the top of the hood, he pulled it off her in small increments until it was completely off.
The cool air hit her face, bright lights hurt her eyes. She had been in the dark so long and the first unforgettable sight was a full length mirror on the wall opposite her, and a terrible being behind her, cradling her.
She had no time to decide which sight was worst. The head harness her face was in, mouth clamped shut with black leather or that large, black face snorting her neck, shocking pink hair falling down the sides of his face.

He didn’t want to look in that mirror, in case he could see between her legs. Instead, he focused on her neck, the sweat, the soapy smells, the close range of her gagged noises. His cock grew wild but it was trapped in the panties he wore. It hurt him but it gave him immense pleasure.

He kissed the taut straps that ran across her bulging cheeks, round teh back of her head, down the sides of her jaw, over the top of her skull and under her chin, compressing her face tightly. It was sexy but he wanted to re-gag her. He bit and munched on her neck and could clearly tell she was trying to turn away. So, so pointless.

He clamped his hand over her already gagged mouth and pushed her head against his neck, he rested his face against her right ear, tongue flicking and slithering into it.

“I watched that interview with you on youtube,” he began, “ what was it you were saying? oh yes. I want to spend everyday happy with my family and friends! Are you happy now little Vee? Will you be happy with your new mommy? Mommy has a big fat cock. Do you want to suck on mommy’s cock? I like you little vee. You smell and taste nice…”

she cried and cried, half given up on struggling as he continued licking her creamy neck. His grip was too tight. He pulled her in even tighter.
"Your days will be so different now… I’m the one who is going to be truly happy. I’ve got a young sweet thing all to myself. I’ll be licking you and touching you and kissing you all over.“

He started kissing her ears, her temple, her eyes. Licking at her tears that streamed profusely. ” I’m going to really enjoy stripping you. Nice and slow. Tying you up in different ways. Spreading out your young body, gagging you real tight with all sorts of horrible things.“ He pressed his disgusting, putrid mouth into her ears.

"Happy happy days, fucking your tight cunt. Your slippery mouth, your cute ass. Rubbing my cock all of your body and face…fucking and fucking and fucking you for hours, all day and all night long. You like that Valerie? you want that?” Her body was shaking with her sobs and sporadic screams. He laughed. kissed her gag noisily.

"We are going to have so much fun!“

He pushed her body forward, then pressing down on her shoulders, he pushed himself up. He let her fall back between his legs as he stood above her. Immediately she turned her head, screwed her eyes shut. He stooped a bit over her face. "look up! Open your pretty eyes! I’m wearing pretty panties for you! LOOK UP!”

She didn’t do a thing. “I’ll fucking drown you in the un-flushed toilet bowl if you don’t FUCKING LOOK UP!!!” The shouting terrified her more than she already was. Reluctantly she turned her head, opened her eyes against her will. The sight above her was terrible. A flaring cheerleader skirt exposing a bulking crotch, alive and moving, trying to tear through gross looking underwear.
His inner thighs were grimy, with sweat dripping onto her face. She blanked out her mind, tried not to see while seeing.

He slowly, theatrically dropped to his knees burying her head beneath his skirt, heavy balls in stinking panties pressing against her nose, he crushed her head between his thighs. She could not turn away in time. Frantically, she raised her bound feet and jerked it forward, trying to pull out. Immediately he grabbed the top of her thighs with both hands and with all his weight, he pinned them down into the mattress. She could hardly budge her legs. His nails dug into her flesh through her dress. She could hardly trash against this nightmare. He could feel her screams rumbling against his crotch.

And the smell. Oh god, the smell of him. She retched air. He started rubbing his groin up and down her face. The smell nauseating her.
He dropped his head down and buried his face into her stomach, using his lips, he bit her dress making 'mam mam’ noises, wanting so much to just pull her dress upwards towards him with his mouth, just to expose her crotch and panties. But he took control. No. Not now. He continued rubbing his groin in her face, harder and harder.

She twisted and turned her head left to right, which made it worse as she was rubbing her own face in his bulge, the lace of his panties rough on her face. He kissed her knees and calf, then suddenly, unceremoniously, he got off her. Immediately, she rolled off away from him, off the mattress and onto the cold, hard floor. With all her new found energy, she continued rolling away, mindlessly banging into the mirror against the wall. From there she used her feet again to push herself to the corner. He simply went after her, grinning. He grabbed her hair and dragged her back onto the mattress. “We’re not done yet!” he growled.

The booze and viagra and drugs was starting to peak in his body. He reached behind for the hook of his skirt, that was nearly rolling off his fat body. He pulled the zip down. Valerie was sobbing uncontrollably. "look at me, cunt! or i’ll suffocate you!“ Her eyes half opened, peering through tears, body shaking. He wriggled out of the skirt, letting it fall, showing her the full glory of his swollen member that was trying to grow out of his panties.

She shook her head, as if that would stop his act. Thick, messy pubic hair stuck out through the lacy designs, the bulk of his lower stomach made the leg holes in the panties larger. Such a grotesque sight. Then, like a striptease, he gingerly peeled off his negligee, tossing his long messy pink hair left and right, swaying his excited body in slow circles, occasionally pumping his crotch to and fro, humming some sickening tune, exposing bit by bit, his hairy, sweaty black body. She nearly puked. When he finally pulled off the silky thing, he swung it above his head for effect, tossed it away and strutted towards her.

She was too tired by then to push herself away, having learnt that it was useless. Her head still hurt from the dragging, her face wet with tears. He was breaking her bit by bit. He knelt beside her, she scrounged her body, retreating. He tumbled over and sat down cross legged. He held her shoulders from the front, then pulled her up and hugged her. she turned away from his stinking hair and beard, his roaming tongue. With his right hand he pushed her head gently so it rested on his shoulders, she was coughing into her gag.

"i’m sorry i yelled at you,” he said in a gentle voice, kissing the leather across her mouth. It was maddening, this play of violence and subtleness. “I just wanted you to see how pretty i am. You are prettier of course.” He stroked her hair as she sobbed. She tried to say 'please stop, please stop,’ but it all came out insensible.

“ I know, I know,” he replied, “we have to change your gag to something tighter, I know. I’ve got the tape and ropes ready. shhhh. shhh.” Valerie was very very tired, mind reeling, her body was still on high alert, tensed and anxious. she made small noises in her throat, she was praying now for it to all go away, 'god please, god please make it stop. make it stop’ but it fell on deaf ears. Tears continued to stream down her face. She still didn’t want to believe this was happening…. He kissed her some more.

“we’ll get you naked real soon ok? real real soon….” he gently pushed her onto her back and fumbled to get up, his fats wobbling. she bent her knees, drew it towards her again. “we have to stuff your mouth with something yummy ok?” she saw him tuck his thumbs into the sides of his panties….

The unsightly shape of his cock, in that pale orange lace panties disturbed Valerie. She wanted so much to turn away but was afraid of his shouting, his threats. She was sweating, more scared now than ever.

She kept crying noisily, the only way to release her fear, but it only made him more creative. He pranced around her like mad ballet. He kept tugging down his panties then pulling it up again, all the while leering at her, creeping towards her, licking his purple lips. “You hungry val? Want something sweaty to chew on?”

With every step he took, her heart pounded harder, louder and louder. He pulled down the left side then the right side of his dirty panties, thick pubic hair bunching out, knotted, clumpy, copious, heavy and damp with sweat. He wiggled his ass. She noticed his cock curled upwards, head sticking out the top of his panties. “Watch me, watch me.”

She was on the edge now, almost hysterical. She fought to hang on to her sanity as he pulled at the front of his panties, allowing his monstrous, eel like cock to fall forward, bouncing in the air like a cobra. He was grinning as he pushed off the filthy, lacy thing down his legs, inches from her body. She started shaking her head, made unintelligible gagged noises, balled herself up, lying on her side.

Graheg got down on all fours, a seething, naked animal and with his panties in hand, he started crawling towards her, his stomach and cock dangling down, crawling, crawling onto the matress, a beast in heat towards his little lamb.

“Do you like what you see little Vee? this hot, sweaty body all naked for you?” The sight of her rapist advancing burned into her brain, into her reality. She wept.

“You’re Bound, gagged, unable to escape, vulnerable, powerless. all mine, all mine.” He reached out to touch her feet, she pulled it in closer to her body. She yelped. He crawled closer still, beard grazing her calf, then biting her hemline with his lips, pulling it up, exposing soft flesh. She tried kicking him in the chest but it only hurt her bare feet. He released her hemline, surprised by her act and laughed, moved away so her second blow missed. “You’re going to pay for that little vee.” His voice was cold and composed, chilling. He was by her side now, still on all fours, an obese spider waiting to strike, tilting his head.

He licked his lips, then ruthlessly climbed onto her small, balled up body and clamped it between his legs. It was no trouble turning her onto her back this way.

He straddled her stomach and upper thighs, expelling all air from her, forcing her legs to shoot out straight. His raw cock was excited as it rubbed against her soft dress.

He attacked her right breast, biting it through her dress and bra. She jerked and howled into her gag endlessly, head thrown backwards. He bit down hard for a few seconds before release. Tears poured freely from her frightened eyes. He straightened up his body, moved forward on his knees till his blackened, erect meat dangled above her face.

He snorted, a half laugh. His throbbing cock was long and oily, thick with twisted veins, it stank of piss and cum. “Now this!” he began, holding his cock to slap her face, “is your new pet! You are to welcome it warmly with an open vagina, open anus, open mouth and anywhere else I plan to plug it!”

He hammered his tensed cock repeatedly on her nose and eyes, rubbed it’s most sensitive spots up and down her face that had the most tears. She squealed and twisted and turned her head but it never escaped the big black thing.

Her terror was tangible and visceral, full of horrific flesh and meat. He grabbed her head with both hands, cock heavy on her face and said, “you’ll probably be screaming like crazy when I force this thing deep inside you SOOOO we really should improve on your gag!“

He jammed his unwashed panties into her face where his cock was resting just a second before. She coughed and reeled at the smell. ”Oh wait!“ He fished it off her, turned it inside out and let it drop, crotch first right onto her nose. ”There! That should smell better! Worse it for a week! Rancid, no?“

He pinched the panties and her nose shut without warning.

Her eyes flew wide open, her body started fighting against his weight. ”Now how on earth can i undo the mouth piece of this gag? I can’t seem to find the buckle!“ Blood rushed in her head, pounding, air depleting furiously, nothing coming in.

She sucked hard on her gag, hoping to steal precious oxygen. But the leather across her mouth was unrelenting.

He could feel her pushing against the mattress beneath him so he pinned her down even more. When pushing didn’t work, she started pounding her feet, making things worst of course, spending whatever little air she had left in her burning lungs.

“Oh here we are!“ He finally said. He took his time unfastening the harness, letting her breathless suffering drag out, whistling as he slowly and casually worked at the strap.

She was nearly passing out when she felt the pressure of her gag released. Small amounts of air seeped into her mouth but it was hardly enough. The dirty gloves shoved in place was still blocking her air passage. He opened the flap that once crushed her lips and peered at the ring gag underneath that held her mouth open.

A little more air could enter, teh dirt filled taste seared her throat but she didn’t care. All she wanted to air.

He pulled at the mouth packing with his free hand then carefully tugged it out. The first glove extracted was partly wet from her saliva. More air could enter but still, not enough for a full satisfying breath.

Her eyes were rolled halfway into her head.

A deep seated groan followed the last glove out but as soon as she sucked in a lungful of air , and before she could scream, Graheg released his pinch on her nose and pushed his dirty panties, crotch first, through the ring gag, into her mouth. She turned her head fast, a half scream trapped by the first shove of her new mouth packing.

He grabbed the side of her head, forced it back straight, then using both thumbs, he packed the distasteful thing in. He pushed and pushed, filling her cheeks, stuffing it till the end of her throat. She coughed, gagged, nearly threw up as more and more of his panties cramped up her cavity.

More tears streamed down the sides of her eyes as she started hitting his back with her knees, thumping against him, trying to knock him over and off him. He was very amused. He felt nothing as she continued her weak pounding. He increased the pressure of shoving, shifted his weight onto her stomach, pushing air out of her.

She could hardly scream or moan, the sounds getting weaker and softer. ”There, there, just a bit more, you can do it, a little more…“ His panties were big, her mouth, small, so it took some effort stuffing the garment into whatever little nook and crevice was left, under her lips, into the sides of her cheeks, prodding and pushing.

She struggled to breath under his weight, nostrils flaring as he finally finished pushing in the panties. He then released the chin strap of her harness, tugged and pulled off her head harness. As he tossed the old gag aside, she started pushing out the panties with her tongue. He caught her doing it and cruelly pushed back whatever little she tried to expel.

”No, no, no, baby, this stays in your pretty mouth. I want you to taste me completely. My piss, my cum, my sweat. Isn’t daddy yummy?”

Valerie didn’t notice all the while but as soon as he asked that question, the awareness struck her. That bitter, pungent taste became full blown. He grabbed her lower jaw and jammed it upwards, forcing her to compress his sour panties against her tongue.

“This is just the first part of your gag…” he growled, and with his free hand, he reached out to grab the thin rope and a new roll of black industrial strength tape.

He freed his hands long enough to pull out a good length of rope then shoved one end behind her head. Pulling it out the other end, he held both ends, crossed it over to the front of her face then cinched it down very tightly,right in the center of her mouth packing to hold it in. He did this five times, encircling then cinching it hard and fast, tighter and tighter than the round before it.

The rope dug painfully into the sides of her cheeks. It was taut and terrible. He made sure the knots were impossible to undo without cutting.

“There!” he clapped his hands, “Part two of your gag done! And now…”

He picked up the roll of tape… “Now, this my dear, is really going to keep the rich flavours of my panties in! Industrial grade, triple adhesive, Extra strength! Waterproof too! So you can cry all you want, and I can cum all over your face and it isn’t going to loosen one bit! I LOOOOVE tape! It keeps pretty little screaming girls like you nice and quiet! Shall we?”

He ripped the tape from the roll. Valerie felt exceedingly overwhelmed. Every last strand of hope to call for help, to scream for attention was diminishing fast. The more he gagged her, the more trapped she felt.

“How many rounds should we go hmm? Two? four? Six! I think I like the number six!” And with that, Graheg plastered the first layer of tape down from cheek to cheek, right across her mouth packing. He massaged it into her skin, right over the taut ropes, pulled her head up by her hair, wound the heavy duty tape round the back of her skull then pulled it back across her upper lips, making sure it was taut and unforgiving. With every round, he sang gloriously,

“yum, yum, yum! My panties full of cum!”

The third round buried her lower lips.

“Scream, Scream, Scream! No one hears a thing! ”

The fourth round went tightly over the first,

“ if you puke, you will choke! It;s no joke! ”

The fifth round went under her nose,

“ cry, cry, cry! No one can hear you cry! ”

The last round went across, just above her chin.

“Boo, hoo, Hoo! No one has found you!!”

Her lower face was completely compressed inwards, cheeks very obviously bulging and straining.

By the time Graheg had finished gagging poor Valerie, she was deeply sickened and shaken by the act, by the song, by his madness. He kept thumbing and rubbing and pressing down the tape.

The soggy and pungent panties was warm and heavy and impossible to expel. Her skin burned with the tight tape and rope. Every breath she took heightened the acrid taste in her throat.Every fibre of her being wanted to reject this reality. With great futility, she tried to push the gross thing out of her mouth, but how could she? It was thoroughly sealed in. It was an ever present nightmare. And to make things worse, Graheg said.

“Now that was fun yes? Gagging is always fun! and as your punishment for kicking me…” he grabbed her gagged face and leaned in so his stinking breath was inches from her noise. He spoke slowly and clearly.
“you will stay gagged for the next 24 hours. No food. No water. Nothing but that disgusting thing in your mouth for you to chew on…” He cackled and guffawed. She went completely numb.

He kissed her gagged mouth. Seriously and quietly, he said, “You look really good….I’ll have to take pictures, to remember your pretty face… and I have to pee now… and drink and smoke…. I’ll be back little vee…. Think about your family and friends now. Pray someone finds you right about now…because when I come back…” He leaned into her ear and said very slowly. “I’m. Going. To. Peel. Off. your. dress… Peel off Your bra…. Peel. Off. Your. Panties….then, we shall have lots and lots and lots of unprotected sex…
he got off her and she knew. She knew, her nightmare had barely begun…

Valerie felt haunted in that room with the mad naked man. His presence was evil, menacing, creeping under her skin.

He was was silently watching his young victim quivering on the mattress as he gulped down more beers, smoked a fat blunt, touched himself now and then as his imagined what he would do to her next.

She couldn't deny her reality any more. It was starting to sink in. She could not pull her bound arms from under her body, she could not push him away, or hit him, or stop his hands from roaming, undressing, touching her,

she could not even get up, let alone run from him. She was forced to lie there on the filthy mattress, in the locked room, all alone with her brutal rapist, waiting for the inevitable.

Her muffled screaming will barely go beyond the room. There was no one else to hear her except him, and he loved the music that gagged, frightened teens make.

All that crying and mewing.

No one had burst through the door to save her. No heroes surrounded this place, ready to strike, to kill this horrible man, to bring her home, safe and sound, to mommy and daddy and friends.

She felt horribly trapped in this nightmare. A lamb to the slaughter. Her hunger and thirst was unbearable, weakening her, making her feel terribly vulnerable, all forms of positivity draining away with her sweat and tears.

She saw him stand up, having finished his 'break.' He was coming for her.

She could see it in his red, drunk eyes, in the excitement of his gross, erect penis, coming alive again as he approached her youthful body.

"Gotta tie down those lovely legs vee," he slurred. "keep it nice and straightened, so you can't go anywhere, and you can't kick me or push me off you...“

She was still curled as he stepped onto the mattress, towering above her fragile form. There was determination in his voice. "I drilled the flooring..." he said, picking up a bag of heavy duty cable ties, “rows and rows of thick screws with eyelets, all around the fuck bed. Hold you down real tight, spread you out if i like..."

The term 'fuck bed' made her sick. She saw herself naked, sprawled, hopelessly open to this disgusting man.

He tore at the bag with his teeth, letting several long and black zip ties tumble to the foot of the mattress. She started to struggle away, fear climbing up her throat with no where else to go. Tightly gagged. Soggy panties.

Blood was rushing through his body, feeding his cock. The drugs escalating the viagra in his veins, balls broiling.

Where did she find the strength to start screaming again when he grabbed her ankles with both hands,? she didn't know.

Where did she find the energy to keep yanking her legs from his grip? It was lost to her.

Survival instinct perhaps.

It wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

He pulled her little body towards him, making her dress slide up to her upper thighs.

He reminded himself not to peek between her legs. Seeing her panties for the very first time is important. Make the revealing meaningful, delay the sight of that secret, intimate thing, hiding her tender treasure, as long as possible...

He turned his back to her, then sat on her lower legs, pinning it down into the mattress. He positioned her bound feet, so small and cute, right above the eyelets secured in concrete.

He threaded a cable tie through two eyelets, wrapped it around her feet, inserted the tip into the opening of the tie and yanked tight.

Immediately, she couldn't lift her legs anymore. He threaded one more cable tie that way, then cinched them both together. He reached for the bundle of thin rope and started to thread and knot, and twist, securing her down utterly and completely.

"let's test this out shall we? Q.C and all that..." Graheg got off her legs, turned slowly for effect, his balls and cock swinging back into view. Valerie was visibly cowering. He dropped to his knees, straddling her solar plexus, jammed his right hand needlessly on her gagged mouth and pinched her nose shut with finger and thumb. He turned to look at her feet and waited for her to start trashing. Her legs started jerking furiously, pointlessly tugging at the bonds. "Try harder baby...try to break free!“ he rubbed his crotch up and down the soft fabric of her dress, making his dick grow harder and harder. She twisted and pulled and pushed her feet to no avail. Nothing gave.

Good, good.." He let her breathe, rubbing his groin on her soft dress some more. She sucked in air through her nose noisily. He leaned in to smell her neck, planting kisses across the taut black tape. He whispered hotly in her face, his breath reeking like a sewer.

“Now we can start getting you naked..."

He licked her neck, up and down, left hand roaming, cupping her breast, squeezing. It was dearly soft. Her scared, noisy squealing was such a turn on. Music to his ears. He massaged her young flesh through her bra and dress. He could feel her body straining and squirming beneath him.

“Where you trying to go sweetie? don't like me touching you?” He made it worst when his right hand joined in.

Her arms, buried behind her, was crushed beneath his weight. She could do nothing to stop him. His molested her slowly and gleefully, his thighs squeezing her torso, his body upright. He started riding her, The inhuman length of his cock was sliding up and down between her bound knees and upper thighs, poking beneath her skirt, almost grazing the tip of her crotch.

He was hungry to feel her panties with his sensitive head but fought against it.

Be patient. Be patient. He mashed her supple breast with both hands, thumbs circling, stroking, pinching her nipples through her bra, enjoying her muffled squealing.

He cupped the sides of her arms and leaned in, his nose running along her bare shoulder, breathing in the aroma of her young skin. He kissed the length of her while bra strap till his lips touched the top of her dress. He then kissed along her spaghetti strap, the flesh beneath it, moving upwards, back to her shoulder.

He bit her left strap with his lips, then gently pulled it off her shapely shoulder, letting it fall down the side of her upper arms.

Valerie wept into her gag miserably.

“Should I pull off your dress,over your head, or pull it down your beautiful body?” She shook her head. He laughed.

He lip bit the right side of her bra strap and let it snap against her skin. His tongue explored her bare chest, then roamed to the other spaghetti strap, curled under it, pulling it off the right side of her body.

He returned to her neck suddenly, suckling on her delicate flesh, startling her. In her disgust she used her gagged face and tried to push his head away but with every weak attempt, he sucked and licked harder, hand squeezing her tits.

Her loud sobbing filled his hungry ears. He pressed his throbbing eel, his swollen balls on her crotch, still protected by her dress and panties. He clamped his thighs around her small waist, devoured her neck against her senseless protest.

Valerie wanted to die. She wasn't even naked yet and already so traumatised. It was claustrophobic, his fat, stinking, sweaty body on top of her, his tongue lapping, nibbling, hands mauling. Unable to throw him off. His groin rubbing into hers. So terrifying. So real. So inescapable.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

It did not.

Instead, he used his mouth —purple lipstick smeared messily— to pull down the top of her Virgin white dress. Inch by inch. Again, she was painfully aware of the uselessness of her hands as her dress fell away, straps scraping against the sides of her arms, his mouth pulling at the thin fabric, pulling it down her slender frame, hot breath on her skin.

“Mmmmm” he moaned. “Yesssss.” His head came up like a creature from a black pool, licking his lips, eyes burning with lust, staring at her small breasts bundled in an even smaller white cotton bra.

She started heaving, mind reeling at her exposure. He kissed the areas not covered by the small cups. Kissed it noisily. She was too scared even to make a sound, a restrained, choked cry. He started slobbering her. The wetness of his saliva made her queasy.

“Yummy, yummy, yummy!” Losing a bit of control, he pushed his hips forward, pushing up her dress. He nearly ejaculated when he felt his hairy ass rub against the crotch of her panties. His mind screaming. It must be white! Her panties must be white! He fought the urge to peek.

He started kissing her bra cups, her smooth skin around it. She felt his rough, dry beard and thick moustache scrape at her sensitive skin. Again, he traced her bra strap with his kissing, biting with lips, pushing it off her left shoulder with his mouth.

The left cup of her bra loosened, his face backtracked, tongue leaving a trail of brownish saliva, she shut her eyes, biting down on the soggy panties still reeking in her mouth as his mouth closed in on her nipple.

Her body tightened, the lodged scream turned animalistic and hysterical as Graheg slurped then bit her pink nipple for the first time. His free hand slipped under her other bra cup and he seized her youthful flesh, fingers punching and playing with her nipple, long nails scratching her, poking her, making her struggle violently under him.

She threw her head back then jerked her body upwards. She simply fell back into the filth beneath her as he continued his assault. She jerked again and again, trying to pull her breasts away from him. She forced primal noise from her gut, the cruel, effective gag shutting it all off.

He just kept on molesting her, slobbering her, turned on madly by her hysteria.

He filled his mouth and hand with her soft meat.

He slid his body upwards some more, bunching up her dress around her ribs.she was crying uncontrollably, head banging side to side as he tightened his grip, both hands rubbing, playing, squashing her breasts.

He felt irritated that her bra was in the way. He was a lover of panties. Bras were a nuisance. He wound the twisted bra around his hands and pulled, straps snapping, cotton tearing.

It was off her in seconds, her chest now completely and irrevocably exposed. He stopped violating her enough to simply study his teenage sex kitten.

“Oh god Valerie, your body is amazing!” Before she could find temporary relief that he stopped fondling her, he started all over again. “So smooth, so smooth and so soft and so young...”

He slid his body down her body again, cock sliding across the snug crotch of her panties. Repositioning himself comfortably, legs stretched out alongside hers, his head just above her toplessness, he let his face roam her body.

He was licking, smelling, feeling her skin on his cheeks and forehead. It grossed her out. Never had she ever let a boy be so intimate with her. She felt her body to be private, a sacred temple, well cared for and protected.

Graheg was destroying all of that.

This was pure violation.

It was dirty, perverted, appalling violation and she could not stop him or escape, or block out or pass out. She looked elsewhere in the room and saw nothing but mirrors reflecting his black and naked obese body on top of hers. She saw her feet bound, half her face in tight black tape, her own eyes wet and bloodshot and wide open, taking in the true nature of horror.

She found no hope, no distraction, no peace, no help. She knew was going to be naked very very soon….

Water.

That was all Valerie wanted.

Cold and clean water to quench her terrible thirst. She felt her body shrivelling up, her organs screaming for pure water. She had never been so desperate to drink her entire life.

Water.

To fill her empty stomach. A stomach so wrought and twisted with anxiety, that it made her retch nothing but hot air, making the sickening bitter panties trapped in her mouth taste even worse.

Water.

Precious and fresh water, to wash off his stink from her body, to wash off the stickiness of his saliva that clung to her neck, breasts, face, ears and eyes in layers. That was the worst. When he licked her eyes with his long fat tongue, his spit like mild glue collecting in the corners of her teary eyes,

He kept burping into her face, between kissing her gagged mouth, amused at her disgust. He knew she was sickened by the stench, so he kept doing it. The beer, the blunts and tobacco, whiskey, rotting teeth, all unwashed for days. Rancid breath, in her face. He let the tip of his tongue wriggle into her nostrils like a slug, his big hands holding her head firmly so she couldn’t turn away.

She needed her fathers arms, hugging her tight, her mothers touch, stroking her head, telling her it’s alright. She wanted so badly the comfort of her own home. Home cooked food, her soft, comfortable bed, scented candles that put her gently to sleep.

Not this.

Not this reeking, naked man crawling on her, slobbering all over her, lusting like an animal, about to cut off her dress.

Scissors.

He waved it in her face, playfully cutting off bits of her hair. “You gonna push my hand away baby? Gonna push me off you before I snippy snippy your little dress? come on gal. Try. Wriggle out from under me. I might stop if you succeed.”

Despite her fatigue, her weakness, her thirst, her knowledge that struggling was futile. She fought. She grunted. She willed her body to be strong. To break free.

He just laughed. Her writhing made him horny. That’s all it did.

“No progress? No go? Poor little kitty. You fail…” And with that, he snipped the straps.

He made sure she was aware that her vulnerable body was slowly being exposed to his hungry eyes and hands and mouth. And that she could do nothing.

He dangled the thin white straps over her terrified face, listening to the song of her sobbing.

It was symbolic, the minutiae mangling of the dress she wore once for her birthday. “You cannot hide your pretty body anymore little Vee! The more I cut away, the more naked you will be!” He was full of glee, a giddy headed schoolboy unwrapping his present.

Graheg kept pausing to stroke his long, tangled pink hair as he cut off her dress bit by bit, pulling it out from under her, sometimes tearing at it. The sound of her clothes ripping upset her but delighted and excited him. He sniffed the torn pieces I front of her eyes, wagging his tongue. Then tossed the strips in the air, letting it sail down all around them, all the while singing, “no more pretty clothes for my pretty pretty princess! No more pretty Dress! Only pretty, pretty breasts!”

Valerie was deeply disturbed.

He started snipping off bigger patches from around her quivering, flat stomach. His eyes grew wild and wide. The sight of her belly button, greatly aroused him. He was getting impatient, cock protesting for explosion, eyes hungry for the sight of her panties.

“We are reaching your panties soon baby! Oh panties, panties, panties! Is my panties still yummy?” He grabbed her face and shook it side to side, “is your gag still nice and tight? Tears not loosening it one bit? Is your panties yummy? Can I smell it please? Can I? Can I? ” He was truly enjoying himself. She couldn’t help but imagine his face in the crotch of her underwear, snorting like a pig.

He tossed the scissors away, content with whatever little cloth was left covering her torso. He was sitting right on top of her crotch, his black blind eel slithering, trying to find its way into her tight and warm heaven.

He rose up on his knees from straddled position, her ravaged dress had become an unevenly cut mini skirt. Without looking, he fumbled with his hands to adjust It.

Remember, revealing her panties was a sacred act. No accidental peeking. He adjusted the remains of the garment until he felt satisfied she was covered. Feeling out its contours. Yes. Perfect.

He stood up, off to the sides and excitedly studied her petite form, from head,slowly down to her toes.

There she was.

His little Vee. 19 years old.

That timeless sight of a nearly naked teenage girl. His scared little kitten. Tears rolling over her tight tape wrap gagged face.

Her sweaty, slender neck. Her fine, smooth skin and shoulders.

Her cute, nicely rounded, A cup breasts. Tender and oh so tasty. Her erect pink nipples. Her arms, conveniently out of the way, buried behind her.

Her curvaceous waist, her gloriously flat stomach, her lovely belly button.

Only one—third of her dress left, barely covering her from below her belly button to the very top of her thighs.

He stared at her hidden crotch, his cock nearly going hysterical with mass ejaculation.

What Colour were her panties? Pastel pink? Virgin white? Light Baby blue?

Was it snug? And small? Cotton and Plain? G—string or thong or bikini?

What will her panties smell like?

Is she cleanly shaven?

Tight? Virginal? Compact? Lips barely showing?

What does she taste like?

To prevent himself going mad, his eyes moved on to her bound legs.

Oh god.

Her supple thighs, forced together because of the zip ties around her knees.

Her perfect skin. Silky complexion. How soft were her inner thighs? He wanted to lay his head between them.

Valerie avoided looking at him. But the sight she saw in the ceiling mirror was even more alarming. She saw, with her own eyes, how nearly naked and how very helpless she was on that mattress. As if the elaborate stripping and cutting away of her clothes didn’t quite happen, because she didn’t fully see it to understand.

The mirror was the proof of her gruesome reality. There really was nothing much left to remove.

“I must photograph you,” He said, not contented with staring at her body, “to keep you in more ways than one…” He waddled off to grab his high def camera.

He came back shooting. Obsessively.

“This will make a good bondage photo set. And oh, in case I didn’t tell you, did I tell you? Maybe not, but ever since you arrived here, you’ve been filmed. Six cameras hidden everywhere, focussing on every single thing I have done to you and will do to you, in the hours, days and even months to come.” He circled her like a vulture, zooming in, focussing, shooting, “Recorded to hard disk. High quality no less. Full colour film of the bondage, stripping and non stop raping of miss Valerie Tan! It’s gonna be an epic film. To sell. And to be sent to your family of course! Let daddy wank off, watching his little girl stuffed with cock!“

She was wrecked with emotional pain, pain that could only be expressed with miserable crying. Her nightmare and fear was growing more complex. What else would he be doing to her? For how long? How much longer could she hold out and stay sane?

She was too afraid to struggle. There was nothing she could do to cover up her naked upper body as he took lurid pictures. She wanted to twist and turn, since he was not sitting on her, but the remains of her dress felt too delicate. If she budged just a little, it might fall away against her will. He will see her panties. It would be like blood for a shark, throwing him into a frenzy. She kept motionless because of this fear.

He stood over her and took perverse joy in capturing close ups of her gagged face, tears running down her cheeks, her bound feet, nipples, neck and different sides of her body. He was careful not to take