Vegas Captive
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"Whaddya think?......a lamp?......or a table, or maybe we just slit her throat so she can't talk and hang her on the wall..."
"I don't know...but we can't keep her tied up in the closet much longer....we gotta do something with her...or kill her .
In the closet was 19 year old Trisha Wilson.....the latest of a series of young girls the two lovers found wandering the streets and decided to take in as their latest project. Trisha was a runaway, who had been on the streets for weeks and was being persued by every pimp in town. She was alone and scared and hungry.
It was Janie who spotted her first, and brought her home under the pretense of being her friend. It didn't take much to convince Karen to keep her. After only a day, the two girls drugged her, stripped her, kept her tied up and gagged in the spare room closet while deciding what to do with and to her.
"I want to keep her" Janie whinned.
"Look at her shes perfect!"
Indeed, she was for what Janie had in mind. Trisha was almost 5'10, long legs and arms and a tight little body. Her tits were a little small but that was ok. She barely weighed 110 pounds, and with her dark mexican american complexion and big dark eyes, she was a knockout!
"So what did you have in mind?" Karen asked....
"I know you have something evil in your kinky little brain"
"Right there" Janie said, pointing to the blank area in front of the couch. A nice big area rug filled the living room but the girls had yet to find a coffee table for the room.
"And just how...do you plan to get her to stay there?" Karen asked.
"Simple" Janie replied with a big grin......
"What would happen, if we broke both her arms and legs?.....We'd have to put her...in a body cast!!"
The next day, Janie visited a medical supply warehouse and came home with a huge load of pre-plastered cast bandages. Karen came home from the local home supply store with everything she needed to keep their new slave in place for her new role. After taking inventory, the girls hauled their captive into the living room.
They had kept the terrified 19 year old mildly drugged for over a day, she was tired and scared and barely concious, and really not much of a fighter. The living room floor was covered in plastic, there were several buckets of water ready, and a small ottoman also covered in plastic. A couple of strong sedatives were shoved down the young girls throat, and the chore at hand began.
Trisha was placed on her hands and knees over the ottoman...and tied in place. The hardest part was going to be making her immobile. This was done by Karen, who was actually a medical assistant at a local clinic. Long needles were used to inject an epoxy resin/glue mix into Trishas joints. Despite the drugs she was on, she screamed in agony as her shoulders first, were filled with the resin. It took several injections into each shoulder to fill the joint, within an hour, the joint would be chemically welded in place friom the inside.
Trishas elbows were next, her arms were forced straight but bent just enough to insure circulation....below her making them the legs for the table she was about to become. Pausing at that point, The girls began wrapping Trishs upper body and arms in the plaster casts. This would keep her arms straight out, in front and below her for about 6 weeks, by then her shoulders and elbows would be forever un bending.
Trishs wrists were next.....the wrist is a group of small bones, and the injection of resin was a very intense procedure. She was forced to support herself with her wrists bent forwards, resting on the palms of her hands while the epoxy was injected. The next part of the process...was the hardest.
One by one, Trishs fingers were smashed and actually broken with a hammer. She actually passed out during this but the girls continued to work on her anyway. Her fingers joints were injected with the epoxy, then her fingers spread wide and spacers between each finger held them in place. Once the glue set and the joints healed, her hands would be flat on the floor, fingers spread wide and permanantly solidified. Her fingers were then set, in a shallow plaster cast, holding them in place for several weeks, and easily removable once she was healed.
During a well deserved intermission, the girls spent about 30 minutes with their unconcious captive, playing with her beautifull young pussy. A plan was agreed on, to circumsise her, that is, remove the hood over her clit, to expose it to more availability...but that would happen later. For now, they teased and sucked it to an amazing pretty pink nub then took advntage of her unconcious state to actually pierce it. A thick 8 guage ring was inserted thru her clit and soldered in place and polished smooth.
"OH FUCK!" Karen gasped.
"I want one......I don't fucking care how much it hurts, I want one....a ring just like that in my clit...FUCK!...THAT is soooo hot!!"
"I can't WAIT to make her cum" Janie groaned....
"And fuck her till she screams!!"
For another two hours, the girls injected Trishs knees with resin and wrapped her legs in plaster casts. She had beautifull feet, but it wasn't enough to keep the girls from filling her ankles with resin and forcing her inverted feet flat onto the floor so they would heal with the soles of her feet in a permanant soles up position. Trish was in and out of conciousness during this....all she was aware of was pain, especially in her freshly pierced pussy!
"FUCK!....I hope she's ticklish" Karen giggled.....
"I'm gonna drive her insane with nothing more than a fucking feather!!"
Trish was casted then with her legs bent and wrapped all the way to the ankles. A three foot spreader bar was added to the casts at the knees, and a similar one at her wrapped wrists. The girls stood back and admired their work. There was a 19 year old with her ass raised high in the air, and what a gorgeous ass it was. Her pussy was shaved smooth and easily available between her legs. Her slit was slick with her juices and shiny, practically dripping from the girls playing with it earlier and her fresh clit ring hung down quite nicely.
Trish didn't wake up for hours. By then she was already casted and her joints already solidified. She was in agony from her broken fingers, and the fire in her joints that would last for days. Her head hung heavily downwards, the only part of her exposed was her ass and her mid section and back, and of course her breasts. These too were pierced, shiny silver rings hung from each of her firm erect little nipples. A thick cathater was shoved into her bladder to drain her into a container beneath her. She was gagged of course to keep her from screaming, and a small but still uncomfortable inflatable butt plug was in her asshole. The girls took turn pumping up the plug, giggling and laughing at every grunt and groan forced out of their captive. The plug was then deflated and reflated over and over . The girls loved seeing Trishs belly expanding every time her guts were inflated and knowing there was nothing she could do about it but suffer!
"This will get you tru the day" Karen explained. She removed Trishs gag and shoved a pain pill and several antibiotic pills down her throat. The gag went right back in as Trish started with a string of obscenities and insults. To further piss her off, Karen took a few minutes to play with her nipples and even moved behind her to stroke her slit a couple of times.
"Everything you have..is ours now" Karen explained....
"I assure you, you'll be fucked regularly...by the way, if you've never been fucked in the ass....you'll learn to love it and hate it ......I can also promise you, you'll cum more than you ever did in your whole life....wether you want to or not...and if you've never eaten pussy before, you're gonna learn!!"
Karen then explained the injections in Trishs joints, and that she would never walk again. She also explained that with regular massages and electrical impulse muscle treatments, She would be kept healthy and useable well into her 30 or 40's!!
For the first several days, Trishs treatments were kept to a minimum. She was fed twice daily, a mixture of oatmeal and various nutrients, and of course antibiotics and pain pills. As she healed, her "training" intensified. Within two weeks, she could choke down almost 8 inches of dildo, and she learned to lick both girls to orgasm. She was pretty reluctant at first, but every time she refused or didn't do a good job, she was punished with enemas or douches of hot sauce, ice water, hot coffee, and anything else the girls could find to irritate her from the inside out, then butt plugged or fucked with a dildo until she did it right.
By week four...just the sight of a bottle of Tobasco sauce had her begging to lick some pussy. She was also anally trained....until she could take most of an 18 inch dildo into her ass without screaming. For Trish, the worst part, of her formally heterosexual life was having to lick and suck the girls assholes...and even eating various foods from them as part of her disgusting diet.
Trishs casts came off at only 4 weeks. By then her joints were solid and would never function again. She was forever on her hands and knees. She was in the living room one evening when the girls brought in almost a dozen other women, other lesbian friends of theirs for the introduction of their lastest achievement. Almost ceremoniously, everyone watched as a huge flat piece of 1/2 inch thick glass was laid on Trishs back.
Trishs head hang downwards below the heavy glass. An open mouth gag forced her mouth open and a glass bowl below her collected her constant drool. Nipple weights were painfully hung on her sensetive nubs and actual vibrators dangled from them. One huge vibrating egg was shoved into her ass, a second one was pushed into her pussy. The cords from these led to the controllers laid on top of the glass on her back.
Drinks were served and placed on the glass above her, thats when various women started turning on the vibrators inside her. Without the casts, all Trish could do was wiggle and squirm as her insides were tormented by the vibrators. She was grunting wildly, groaning and drooling uncontrollably. There were naked feet on top of hers, fingers traced along her legs, her sides, and toyed with her breasts. The vibrators went from low to high, up and down, she had no defense from the first, second, third, and every maddening orgasm that ripped thru her body. For the most part she felt ignored as the party went on around her, but she knew everyone was watching her. Her body was dripping with sweat, she was gasping for breath as her orgasms raced out of control. She couldn't fight them, she couldn't stop them, at one point she actually peed, and everyone was laughing at her. All over the room women were pairing up, everyone was geting naked, there was grunting and groaning everywhere.
Someone was licking the soles of her feet. There were fingers in her ass, and pussy. Her poor clit had no defense.....her non stop orgasms had her stomach in knots. Throghout the evening, she couldn't move. Trishs arms and legs wouldn't bend, she couldn't crawl or twist or escape the abuse, the torture, the touching and probing and the vibrations ripping thru her body. Hours later when everyone coupled up, settled back to stare at her still tormented body, or fall asleep in each others arms...to relax after their sexual high, and pleasure...Trish remained unmoving on her hands and knees. The vibrators were dying, but still doing their abuse to her exhausted body. Trishs orgasms were over, her body was incapable of any more, there was only torment now. The glass on her back seemed to weigh a ton. it was so heavy and her back drippped with sweat it created .
It was around 2am when Karen approached her. She removed Trishs gag and slowly fed her a banana, then lick her fingers clean afterwards followed by her toes and a long session at her asshole. Trishs body ached everywhere. She couldn't move anything except her head.....or her toes and even that was almost impossible.
"You did good tonight" Karen whispered......
"Everyone was impressed.....I could use a dozen more like you!"
Karen and someone else, Trish didn't even know who, lifted the glass off of her back then. Now she was just kneeling there, naked, unmoving, exposed and vulnerable...Karen pulled the vibrators from both of her holes, then gathered several freshly used dildos from around the room and dropped them on the floor around her including a huge black 16 inch monster cock onto her sweaty back.
"This isn't really about being fucked" Karen said.
"But...hey......girls DO like to hve fun"
Trish was ball gagged then to muffle her protests, when the first rubber cock was shoved into her pussy. She grunted thru a fresh unwanted orgasm, then a second dildo was shoved into her ass for a long vicious double fuck. Trish was fucked for hours....after the monster dildo took a turn in her pussy and ass...she was treated to a full fist stuffed into her pussy.
The next morning after the all night party , she was literally carried into the bath tub and hosed out and down. Still dripping she was returned to the living room and the heavy glass returned onto her back. This was her new home. This was her new life. She was fed once a day, given daily enemas, allowed to piss every 6 hours and punished if she even dared leak a drop in between, plugged, vibrated, teased, tormented, tortured, and proudly displayed .
Almost a year later.....Karen and Janie split up. They first considered actually taking Trish to the desert and burying her, but sold her eventually, to a sadistic black couple who ran a private swing club. The guy was thrilled at the thought of having a totally defenseless little white bitch at his sexual disposal 24 hours a day... His wife was thrilled at her husband being able to do whatever he wanted to her. With his humoungous 12 inch cock too fucking big to shove into HER every night and day.... he now had someone else to fuck and destroy then leave the rest of her helpless body for her to torment afterwards!
For Trish, her life was hours on end of savage black gang bangs every weekend...she was still a helpless coffee table, on display, until the next time she was to be used and used and used and......
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Chapter 1 Melody and I have had a happy life together, now married just over thirty-five years. We've raised two children, both girls, and they're long out of the house. We live in a medium-sized city and I'd worked for one of the larger companies in the area that, in recent years, had undergone several downsizing periods that saw a number of our friends retire including us. It was something I saw coming; I was not given early retirement in the first go-round but several of my long-time...
The Stables of Mistress ClaireBy Ivan Wilson [email protected] Synopsis: A party-girl is kidnapped & taken to Claire’s stables. She is hypnotised & converted to a ponygirl, satisfying all of her new Master’s fantasies. At the stables, she joins an increasing group, including Claire herself, who live as human equines.Story codes: mf, mm, ff, bd, cons & nc, bs, lact, preg, teen.THE STORY:Introduction:Claire was feeling very satisfied that her long-term plans were coming to...
Author's note: Apart from obvious place names such as Bournemouth and London, all people, places and events are entirely fictional. Seacombe is a fictitious seaside town on the south coast of England. The story contains adult actions, some of which are naughty, but nice, and others are plain naughty and evil. Don't read it if you're not an adult, or if you may be upset or offended by the content. Apologies to PD James, from whose book I adapted the title, and gained the idea of the...
So that day when I came home after spending the night with Richard I just hung around at home and I wanted to go to bed and get some sleep early but I went in to the kitchen first to make myself a cup of coffee and I know that may sound silly, having coffee before going to bed but I love coffee and it really doesn't affect me like that. And then mom came in as I was waiting for the machine to finish and she said “Hi” and I said “Hi” and “Is the car working again?” and she said “It always...
I call coffee “The Devil's Drink”. I imagine you think I'm crazy because, let's be honest, how many of us only function because of coffee. Before you call for me to be beheaded, let me explain. Nothing good happens after you're asked the phrase “Let's grab some coffee!”. Even bars are better than coffee. Ideas spark in bars. People fall in love at bars. People get wasted and have great times at bars. It is said that after discovering the structure of DNA, Francis Crick blasted into a pub and...
TabooWe often come across sexual harassment of girls and women in academies and work-place. Well it is not completely true that only ladies face exploitation at the hands of guys superior to them. Even male members of any educational or business institution are subject to sexual harassment at the hands of lady colleagues or bosses. I for one have faced harassment at the hands of my girl colleague, it was quite pleasant in the end though. She studied in the same software training institute I studied...
IncestOctober came, and a meeting of the elders was held. Jonathan attended it ex officio and because his task was to enforce the decisions of the elders. At first, the discussion revolved mainly around the prospects of the colony. Then, the local issues came up. Here, Wainwright stood. “Brothers, now that proper order is restored in the colony, we must move decisively against the pagans and heretics. All Hallows’ Eve is coming up, and we must be prepared to strike against the ungodly mummery. I...
Caroline’s TotalThe complete Caroline stories.*************************************************Copyright Oggbashan October 2005; September 2006; December 2012; January 2013. This omnibus edition September 2015.The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.Birth and DeathCaroline is an...
It was Wednesday morning and Kris Nickelsen was being picked up by her mother Diane Pollock in her car. They were going to a woman's coffee morning meeting for other local ladies. It was a very special woman's group. By invitation only. Kris was being taken by her mother for the first time to this kind of coffee morning meeting. Her mother Diane had made sure that Kris was dressed appropriately in her new outfit bought specifically for the other ladies to admire and approve of. Kris was...
Mind ControlAwakening to the sound of rain drops splattering against the bedroom window, I stretched lazily and then rolled out of bed and padded across the hardwood floor to the bathroom. Tucking a thumb into the waistband of my jockey shorts, I held myself with the other hand and aimed. Watching the strong, translucent stream cascading into the bowl and merging with the water at the bottom, enjoying that feeling of release from the pressure of a full bladder that inevitably accompanies the predictable...
I took the only trip abroad in my life (aside from Mexico) to Thailand about 9 years ago and had a grand time..I had been with one trans by this time in my life but I considered it more of youthful experimentation at the time and went back to women.In Bangkok, I met a hot little female go-go dancer who taught me the meaning of ‘menthol magic’ and it was a mind-blowing experience. Basically she used ice water, warm tea, and a Halls Mentho-Lyptus lozenge while sucking me and it taught me about...
I checked my reflection in the shop window adjacent to the coffee store and knew I looked good. I had dressed as master had instructed. Three and a half inch heels, fishnet hold-ups, black silk mid-thigh flared mini skirt. I wore a black satin bra and matching thong and the bra was clearly visible through the clinging low-cut white chiffon blouse. I pulled out my compact from my handbag and with perfectly manicured bright-red nails, flipped it open to check my make-up. Again, as instructed, I...
Group SexIt had been 12 years almost to the day since they had last laid eyes upon each other. Fleeting memories of intimate times fluttered through her mind causing her nipples to ache for his touch. Goosebumps covered the flesh down her arms and her chest. Here she was, staring at a message from a man from her past whom she loved deeply and let go by mistake. The message read, ‘Coffee Sometime?’ How, after 12 years does a simple question still excite her as their first meet had. Both happily married...
“Why is the line in this coffee shop always so long?” I mumbled to myself. Despite this place always having a ridiculous line, the barista here is the only woman I know that can get my coffee right. In the end the line is always justified. I patiently waited and one by one I was closer to my favorite barista. A short petite Latina woman stood in front of me, she couldn’t be any more than 5’3”. Her long brown hair contrasted her skin perfectly, causing her even lighter eyes to have a piercing...
Quickie SexShe walked into the corporate clean Starbuck’s, the chairs all neatly swept of crumbs, the faux mahogany inlay tables sparkling, as if they had never had a cup of coffee rested upon them. The store was crowded, relentlessly polite baristas working furiously to satisfy the needs of caffeine-deprived customers, and she fell into queue behind the last of these customers. She was dressed for work, although unlike most, her work uniform consisted of scrubs and white clogs, not suits and heels. Her...
Oral SexI was at school and it was April Fools Day and I knew Shawn was up to something but, I didn't know what because he was acting very sneaky. Well, at the end of 3rd period I went to my locker to put my books up until after lunch was over. Just so you know Shawn and I knew each other’s locker combinations to each other’s lockers if we wanted to put something in each other’s lockers like a gift or something that wasn’t able to fit through the openings in the locker. We trusted each other not to...
GayIn ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment.Author’s note: The Thamud were a real tribe in Ancient Arabia. No one knows why they disappeared around the time of the rise of Islam. Some say it was because they were Matriarchal in an ever more Patriarchal society. Oral tradition says they were wiped out by the lava flow and dust from a volcano. No one knows. And this story of ancient tablets which tell their story is fiction......
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