Saturday Morning Teen Capture

It's been a month since I abducted, raped, abused and disposed of thirteen year old Jessica Sims. And when I say disposed, it turned out to be a two part process as it seems that pigs don't devour an entire human body, at least not my hogs. In fact when I came home a week later I was presented with a most gruesome sight of which I'll spare you the details of what was left of her young body. Since then I've been on the down low as the investigation in her and her mother's mysterious disappearance grew. As far as know they have no clue where to start looking. But when you kill someone local, especially a pretty girl, trouble is always afoot. I just hoped it wouldn't turn into a national news item, but just one of the thousands of disappearing people.

So the past four weeks have been masturbation only, using photos and panties of victims as motivation. Included in them were panties I nabbed while on my visit to my sister's for Thanksgiving. Freshly worn thongs from the laundry of both my sister and her young teen daughter would fuel some great abuse fantasies.

I can't say that I didn't try for a little fun. I took a long road trip to Tennessee last weekend where Ms. Rebecca had captured our college coed a year ago. I figured by now the hub-bub has settled and the girls have let their guard down. She had shown me the perfect spot to wait for potential victims. I actually had the cutest coed down on the ground convulsing from my taser, but before I could cuff her a group of partiers came out of fucking nowhere and I had to make tracks. And damn, she had some nice tits on her. Oh, the fun I would have had with her before dumping her lifeless body in a ditch somewhere. But instead I was left with panic attacks and the need to get home.

So here I sit on Christmas day alone. I did get a call from my sister. I wonder what my niece would think if she knew I was sniffing her cunt (via panties) while she wished me a merry Christmas and hoped I got what I wanted this year. But since she wasn't here gagged with her legs bound spread eagle I'd have to answer in the negative. And it's not like I've worked many scenarios where she ends up that way.

I suppressed the urge the rub one out using her panties, cause then they're no good anymore, and headed for the shower. I figured I'd give Chad a call later and see if he wants to get drunk. There really wasn't much else to do around these parts.

When I emerged from the shower I got a text from Chad.

'U THERE?'

'YEP'

'CHEK UR PORCH :) :) :)'

My porch? Probably a case of Rolling Rock, or a bottle of JD.

'k'

'Mery Xmas Bud'

'back atcha'

I got myself dressed, ate some breakfast and checked Yahoo sports for any bowl games on the tube. Seeing that there was nothing on until noon I figured to check out some porn on the net. And what goes good with porn? Beer. Nice cold beer. Like beer that's been sitting outside in zero degree weather.

When I opened the front door I was greeted by a large, maybe three foot by three foot, cardboard box with a red bow on top. What the fuck? This wasn't any case of beer. I grabbed the edges and went to slide it into the house, but it wasn't going anywhere.

"Fucking Chad got me that engine block." I said aloud as I smiled.

Then I heard a muffled noise from inside. And since engine blocks don't make noise unless properly installed, something else was up.

I quickly plucked off the bow and opened the top of box. Low and behold, what should I find but a girl, all tied up and gagged with duct tape. And even though she was fully clothed with a small jacket it was obvious that she was freezing.

"Well, what do we have here?"

The shivering girl looked up at me with the typical pleading eyes. I could tell she was trying to assess what sort of person I was, which would directly impact what might happen to her. The thing is, is that I look like your average ordinary guy, not the scary leather studded mutant dungeon master she might have expected. I could almost sense a sigh of relief. But does she know that evil comes in all sorts of disguises? A few weeks ago I watched a movie called The Lovely Bones where a killer of young girls sets up an underground room and manages to lure a young girl down with him. When she came out, she came out in a bag. I'm the type that wanted to see what happened down there. Did he rape her? How did he kill her? Was it quick, or did he take his time such that he could soak up her fear? Did he jack off to her dead body? On her body? They always cut out the good parts. I like to fill in those blanks with my imagination.

In any case, my Christmas of wallowing in self pity just turned into a joyous occasion in a matter of seconds.

"We had better get you inside before you freeze to death."

I pulled out my knife and cut out the front of the box that faced the door. I could see now that Chad had zip tied her wrists and her ankles and then to each other. I cut the plastic tie between the two and helped her to her feet. Her hands were freezing. Another hour or two outside and her fingers would have snapped off like icicles.

She had a hard time standing as she must have been in this cramped position for a long while. I moved behind her.

"Inside. Let's go. C'mon, move."

I knew she couldn't move because her ankles we so closely tied. She took one tiny shuffle step. This was going nowhere. I gave her a huge shove.

With her ankles tied and hands behind her back, there was nothing she could do to either stop the fall or brace her landing. All she could do was try to turn her head to the side as she fell. She pitched forward and her face was introduced to the wooden floor with a loud smack.

I love starting things out that way.

The girl sported long pink streaked blonde hair. Was that what was in these days? It reminded me a bit of the eighties. I loved the eighties. I grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her like a caveman into the house and face down across the room to the couch. I flipped her over and sat her up on the floor with her back to the couch. The left side of her face was beet red and I no longer sensed that earlier moment of her relief. Her face was pure fear.

"That's better now. It's nice and warm in here. Much better than being outside. Don't ya think?"

She only stared at me. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

She was obviously older than Jessica, at least fifteen, maybe as old as seventeen. And while Jessica, my first solo abduction, was only thirteen, age wasn't a concern to me. Ms. Rebecca and I, while she was still alive, abducted girls and women from fifteen to thirty-five.

From what I could tell, she was your average teen age girl with pretty blue eyes. She was dressed plain, nothing preppy or attention drawing. Probably did sports or volunteered at church or something. I figured her chance of being a virgin at 50/50. If she was a virgin, she wouldn't be one for long.

She also had a note pinned to her flannel shirt.

"What do we have here?" I said as I ripped it off of her.

I opened it up and read Chad's cat scratch bad spelling scrawl.

"Merry Xmas Bud. This is my return gift to you."

He was referring of course to my invite to abuse Jessica. And he got his money's worth. There really wasn't much left of her when he was done. This girl seemed relatively untouched so he must have used all his restraint to hold back.

"Her name is Alyssa. Met her online in bdsm chatroom. She licked to roleplay rape, but when I wanted to met her for real she freeked out and blocked me. Fucking fucking underage tease cunt. I shoulda known. Pissed me off so bad. You know how I get. I drove all the way to fucking Colorado to get her. I may have hit her a few times on the way back so shed stopped cussing at me. I may have also busted a nut or 2 in her slut mouth as it was a long drive, but nothing more. Okay, I did pinch her tits cause I just had to. Nice fucking tits. I wanted to bite them real bad.

You can have the pig as long as you want. Text me when your done wit her. And oh, pull the tape off her mouth, she has a message for you and it had better have the word fucktoy in it.

Love you man,

Chad"

I looked over Alyssa. I never thought a girl so young had rape fantasies. That's so fucking cool. Maybe in the future she'd be like Ms. Rebecca and play out her fantasies. But I'll bet she never dreamed it was going to happen now, for real, and she that had no control over what was going to happen to her.

I knelt down in front of her. I smelt piss. She had obviously wet herself over the long ride. Didn't matter. Her pants would be off of her shortly.

"My buddy Chad, who was thoughtful enough to get me such a wonderful Christmas gift as yourself says the you have a message for me. But before I remove the tape I'm going to give you some advice."

I lifted her chin so that she looked me in the eye.

"Many girls have unwilling been in this house and many of them never left alive. The one thing that pisses me off the most is when they plead. 'Please, I'll never tell' they say. I don't want to hear that, ever. So, in essence, a good way to die would be to plead for your life. The rest you'll have to figure out on your own. And oh, you may not want to curse me out either."

I reached out and pulled at the corner of the duct tape. When I finally got a good enough grip I yanked it off. I could tell she wanted to scream, but she didn't.

"So, are you going to talk?"

She swallowed hard, hating what she had to say.

"My name is Alyssa. I live in Colorado. I'm sixteen years old and a, a, a virgin." She closed her eyes and continued, "Chad has given me to you to be your, your…fff…"

I motioned her to finish the sentence.

"Your fu…" tears were now streaming down her face.

"My what?" I exclaimed, "My funny valentine?"

She took a short staggered breath, "Your f-fucktoy" and then broke down.

I let them flow for a few.

I smiled gently and held her chin up. "Such a pretty girl. See, that wasn't so hard. But I do want to make one correction on your statement."

I grinned. "You were right about the part where you're my fucktoy, but you don't live in Colorado anymore. You live here now. How about I show you around your new home?"

I knew just where to start.

I stood and grabbed her by her hair and lifted her up until she stood. I took the duct tape that had been covering her mouth and taped over her eyes.

"I thought I'd surprise you." I spoke in her ear. "You like surprises, don't you? I'll be right back so don't move," I put my fingers on her lips, "and don't say a word."

With that I headed to the play room. Ms. Rebecca set it up years ago and though I wouldn't consider it a torture chamber by any means, there were some useful items inside. Painted all black it was pretty much empty except for a small adjustable cushioned roller table, a dresser loaded with all sorts of goodies, mostly bondage apparatuses and lotions. There was also a large hook on the ceiling and a crank on the wall.

Then, as they say in these parts, I red-up a few things and went back for my girl. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.

As expected, she was standing right where I left her. As I walked towards her she cringed as I could only imagine what was going through her mind. She might have played fun role play rape games on the computer, but pretty sure they didn't include my games.

I figured it would be easier to carry her than have her hop along, although I do so like the face-plants. When I threw her over my shoulder I immediately got the whiff of her stale piss. Her whole body was shaking though I couldn't tell if it was because of fright or that she was still thawing out.

"Let's go get you cleaned up."

I brought her into the play room and stood her right in the center, below the ceiling hook.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" And the main reason I blindfolded her was not totally for her surprise, but to make it simple to put the noose around her neck.

Standing behind her, I slipped the pre-tied noose over her head, quickly sliding the knot tight to her neck. She instantly knew what was happening and quickly burst out with a sobbing objection, but before her third syllable was uttered I had already stepped to the wall and cranked the wheel a few notches. The rope, which was threaded over the hook in the ceiling, drew tight around her neck. She tried to scream, but it came out only as loud croak, and while she was hardly strangling, she had to stand on her toes to keep her windpipe clear.

I moved in front of her and pulled the tape from her eyes.

"Surprise!"

And though she couldn't talk, her eyes asked one pleading question, 'Why?'

I walked to the dresser and opened a drawer and rooted around until I found what I was looking for, a handheld wire clipper. As I walked back to Alyssa I could see her eyes darting back and forth from me to the clippers. I held them up so she could see.

"Wonderful little things. Good for all sorts of, umm, stuff."

I stepped behind her. Her breath quickened, short and staggered. I looked down and could see a new dark pee stain moving down her leg. I think for the first time she truly regretted clicking into that bdsm chat room.

I clipped the zip ties that held her still very cold hands. A small sense of relief seemed to flow through her. She immediately brought her hands to her neck to try to adjust the noose.

"Make yourself comfortable, but don't bother with the knot. It ain't going nowheres."

I moved to face her as I let her struggle for a few until she relaxed and was just massaging her wrists, hands and fingers back to life.

"Feels good to have them free, doesn't it?"

I looked over my prize, which was unfortunately still clothed in jacket, shirt and pee stained jeans.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

I moved around back of her and took hold of her jacket and began to take it off of her. She held her hands firmly in front of her.

"Unless you'd like me to crank the rope a few notches higher, I'd suggest you cooperate."

With that she dropped her hands and I removed her jacket. Beneath that, she certainly wasn't dressed to impress, with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over some other print shirt. She obviously valued comfort and there's nothing wrong with that. I remove her flannel shirt and tossed it in the corner.

"Guess I'm gonna have to use the scissors for this last one. I hope it wasn't one of your favorites."

She only swallowed hard and tried to adjust her position. I could tell her feet were getting tired of standing on her toes as well as trying to keep her balance.

I cut off her shirt and left her standing in her bra, which in turn dropped to the floor revealing your typical teen tits. At first she tried to cover them with her hands, but must have noticed my look of disapproval and just as quickly her arms dropped to her sides.

Nice size and shape, cute slightly puffy nips. I don't know what idiot coined the term 'more than a mouthful is a waste.' But there was no waste here, just some great tits that were still immune to the effects of gravity. There was also some obvious purple bruising around each nipple. Chad. Dude just couldn't keep his hands off of them. No bite marks though. I gave each a nice firm squeeze.

And what was this? A belly button piercing? Cute. I wondered how much it would hurt if it was ripped out?

I stepped behind her once again and forced her hands behind her back, cuffing them with some nice tight padded cuffs. I then knelt down and clipped the zip ties on her ankles. I united her Batman sneakers. I don't know what it is with kids and superheroes, first Jessica's Superman panties, now batman sneakers. I took off her socks, then pants, leaving her standing there in only her panty boyshorts. Again cute, but I was hoping for some thong action. And while I'd love to add another pair of panties to my collection, pee stained ones just don't cut it. They'll end up in the burning bin. Now that's a shame.

I stood and took off all my clothes. My cock, which I had failed to give any attention to thus far, achieved complete stiffness. I stroked myself as I slowly walked around her, admiring her curvy figure. The great thing about cuffing the wrists behind the back is that it thrusts their chest out and my girl Alyssa was no exception. Those tits were at attention.

I pulled in behind, wrapped my arms around her to once again fondle those sweet boobs of hers. My cock gently humped her from behind. All the while she struggled to keep her balance and lift to keep the pressure of the noose off her neck.

With my thumb and forefingers I pinched her nipples as hard as I could. Her body jerked and she let out a small raspy cry. It almost made me cum. I just had to go to the dresser and grab some nipple clips. Not the big paper clamps I used on Jessica, but standard nipple clips to give her a good pinch.

She tried to protest, but it's difficult to talk with a noose tight around your neck. And although they are small, those clips sting like a son of a bitch. As I clipped them on each of her nipples. Her eyes rolled back as they bit in and she jerked, standing up as high on her tiptoes as she could as she cried out. Her hands clenched as she came to terms with the biting pain.

I kissed down her back and over her tied hands. Her boyshorts, which are not to be confused with boxers, hugged tight to her nice bubble butt. I slide them down her thighs until they dropped to the floor. Instead of moving around her, I turned her around to face me.

Now many people find shaved twats sexy fucking hot, and to me pussy is pussy. But a shaved cunt has no personality. And who the fuck was she shaving for? Is that just the thing to do now for teens? I like to see a little hair, a landing strip or a little downy thatching like my girl Jessica, but what we got here is your plain camel toe.

"Now before we continue I have a question or two for you. And don't lie because that would be bad."

I could tell her toes were starting to ache and she'd occasionally let them down for a moment. She'd then gag and push herself back up.

"Did Chad fuck you?"

She shook her head best she could.

"Did he put his cock in your mouth?"

She nodded.

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

Hesitation, then nod.

"Did you like it?"

More hesitation, then with my prodding, she shook her head.

"Heh, that's too bad. Turns out you might end up with a steady diet of cum."

Her toes were giving out on her and her breathing was suffering, not that I minded. At times she'd lift a leg to massage her opposite calf and then back down before she lost balance.

"Forgive me. Let me help you out there."

I left the room for a moment and came back with two small wooden boxes, maybe six inches high. I pushed them together and towards her feet. She immediately stepped on them, releasing all pressure on her neck.

"Now before you thank me and say something stupid, I'll advise you to only answer when I ask something."

What I did then was to slowly move the boxes away from each other so that she had to spread her legs to continue to stand on them. I stopped when they were about 2 feet apart. The noose had tightened again, but not so much that she had to tiptoe to breathe.

"Now isn't that better? Now we can get you all cleaned up. Can't have you stinking of piss now, can we?"

I went to the bathroom and soaped up a wet washrag. I came back and washed off her pussy and legs. The warm wet washcloth was probably the last nice thing she'll feel, maybe ever. I dried her off.

"Now let's check out what's under the hood."

I got down on one knee, and with her legs apart as such there was nothing to prevent me from digging in. I played with her lips, pulling them apart, looking for her clit. I went in for a taste, which is always lovely. In my position I could look up between her tits and see her face, which at the moment seemed focused on keeping her balance. Above her I could see the rope rising to the ceiling and over the hook.

How fucking awesome would it be to knock the boxes out and lick her cunt while she was hanging?

I finally stood before her.

"You know they say it's an urban myth that woman orgasm during rape. I've never seen it happen with all those that I've raped. But they never harbored rape fantasies. Or maybe I never bothered to notice. I want to try something. You game?"

I went over to the dresser and found some playtime lotion, the kind that heats up. I opened the jar and put a large dollop on my fingers. I came back and immediately began working the goop into her pussy.

"Now in a few seconds…" But before I could even finish my sentence she started moving. The heat obviously started to kick in. I worked my fingers in deeper and deeper.

"Are you sure you're a virgin? I'm not feeling anything stopping me here."

I started kissing her tits while I massaged her pussy, until I finally got a response. I mean, how could she not respond to the wet heat and relentless massaging.

Now I've done some reading on the subject of rape victims and orgasms. I was shocked to find that it wasn't that uncommon for a rape victim to have an orgasm. But it shouldn't be confused with thinking that she was 'into it", because they aren't. Most are embarrassed and confused that they orgasm. Guilt sets in. But it is because the situation is extreme and their bodies are highly sensitive to begin with, an unconscious natural reaction to the stimulation.

I'm pretty sure that I'd never have been able to get thirteen year old Jessica to cum because she didn't seem highly sexually developed. Not that I couldn't have tried. But sixteen year old Alyssa here, with her online rape play leads me to believe that she has a high libido and masturbates quite often. And Alyssa's body was already reacting as I had hoped.

"That's a good girl. Just go with it."

I think she was actually going to orgasm. It reminded of the time we hung that young mother. She was strapped up exactly as young Alyssa here, excect it wasn't her that was near an orgasm, it was my lover. Ms. Rebecca and I fucked missionary just below her and just when she was cumming she kicked out the box beneath the young woman. I had never seen a woman cum as hard as Rebecca did. I could see the reflection of the jerking and kicking victim above us. Her orgasms continued even after the only motion from above was a slow swaying. In my on top position I never did get a good view of her hanging to death.

I started finger fucking my teenage victim deeply as I felt her nearing some sort of an orgasm. You could hear the sloppy slapping of my hand against her. Then she started to cum. As much as I'm sure she was embarrassed, she was unable to stop it. She rode my fingers for a few seconds until I pulled them out and stood back. Her body was still jerking from orgasm, her legs involuntarily trying to squeeze together to continue the friction.

That's when I kicked out the boxes.

She let out a groan that was quickly silenced despite the fact that her mouth remained open. Immediately she began kicking and thrashing. It was a sight to behold as I stroked myself. I wanted to cum, but she would have been dead by then as she was already fading. I really did want to see her final kicks, but not yet. Too much fun left to have. Maybe tomorrow.

I stepped over to the crank and hit the release. My naked semi-conscious teenager crashed to the floor in a heap.

Before she could recover I re-cuffed her ankles and moved her wrist cuffs to her front. I took the noose off her neck (such lovely rope marks on her neck), and attached a 'S' hook to the end of the noose. I then hooked the other end of the 'S' through both sets of cuff chains. I walked to the wall crank and started turning, lifting the girl up by all fours. When she was high enough I pulled the cushioned table beneath her. Then I lowered her slightly so that her back rested on the cushion and her ass just off one end.

I stepped right in and buried my cock to the hilt into her very wet and sloppy virgin pussy. It was a beautiful thing, her hairless lips stretched to accept me, so warm and gripping. I started slow, with long strokes, pulling completely out before plunging all the way back in. I then sped up, faster and faster, major slapping going on as I gripped her hips and gave her all I was worth. Her clipped tits bounced wildly as I continued my assault. She was starting to come around again and began to emit small cries and strange moans.

"Not quite the first time fuck you dreamed of, eh?"

I kissed her shins and ankles, which were on either side of my face. I felt my load coming quickly. But I felt bad of not having offered my guest anything to eat since she's been here.

I reluctantly pulled out and pushed her ass onto the table so that her head was forced off the opposite end. Her long pink streaked hair hung almost to the floor. I walked around to that side of the table. I stepped up to her face to get an upside down blowjob from her.

"Open up"

When she didn't I smacked her cheek.

"Open up!"

I smacked her hard and she complied.

It's a little awkward to get sucked like that, with my balls smacking against her nose and her tongue on the top side of my cock. But her tits were right there for gripping, and since I was about to bust, all systems were go.

"Merry Christmas to me," I thought as my load of cum shot up from my sack, through my cock and into her mouth.

I let my cock shrink inside her mouth before pulling out. She immediately tipped her head to the side and gagged. A stream of cum leaked from the side of her mouth and down to the floor.

With a long contented sigh I stepped back to once again take a look at my prize. Hanging by all fours it was like she was a slab of teenage fuckmeat.

An endless stream of questions flooded my mind. How long would I keep her? What sort of fun things would we do? Would I snuff her in the end, and if so, how?

Then suddenly out of nowhere a soft guttural whisper. "Fuck you."

Did I really hear that?

"Did you say something?"

"I said fuck you."

Well, it looked like I had a spunky one here.

"Just hang me, or strangle me, or shoot me, but just do it you coward."

I thought for a moment before replying.

"I give you credit for having some balls, girl. But I was never one for attitude, especially from some teen slut like yourself. You know, there are worse things than death."

I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a flat wooden paddle, and then back behind her.

She was halfway through another derogatory comment when the first smack stung her ass. She shrieked in surprise and pain. I smacked her good, about six or seven times on her ass and exposed thighs, leaving her a crying unintelligible mess.

"Now it's time to work on your manners. I'm going to leave you here alone for a few hours. That's right, alone."

With that I removed the 'S' hook and stood her up.

"And all I'm going to have you do is stand in the closet."

I moved her across the room to the closet. Of course this wasn't an ordinary closet. It was quite tiny, only about two foot square, just enough room to stand in. Totally empty. I shoved her in. I leaned into her and whispered in her ear.

"Now when I get back, I'll give you the option of apologizing to me, or if you choose, stay in the closet a half hour longer and then be freed. My bet is on the apology. But hey, how hard is it to stand for a few hours. People do it every day at work."

I kissed the ligature marks on her neck and then closed and locked the door.

"Nothing to it." I yelled through the door.

But I knew that in an hour, if not much sooner, the pressure of standing in one single spot without moving would become unbearable. Not long after that it would become excruciatingly painful. Complete darkness wouldn't help matters for her.

Yes, I'd get my apology and better than that, the thought of going back in the closet would strike fear into her. The perfect tool to build a slave with. I had never thought of having a sex slave. I really knew nothing about it but maybe we can chalk this up as a learning experience. What to do and not to do. If I got tired of it I could always drown her in the tub or something fun like that.

I got dressed and cleaned things up including the usual clothes burning. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a six pack from the fridge and headed over to Chad's to share my newly invigorated Christmas spirit. Before I left though I snuck into the play room to listen. No cries of pain yet, as I expected, but definite shifting of weight.

Chad and I had a nice talk. He told me all about their little online affair. Her idea of rapeplay was to have him pretend to break in to her bedroom one night. He'd hold his hand over her mouth while he forced her pajama bottoms down and then rape her. She had even gone on webcam and showed him her tits and hairless twat. When he suggested more deviant attacks, especially coming to visit and play it out in a motel room, she freaked out. She called him all sort of things as he got more and more descriptive in his messages to her. She finally blocked him and then deleted her account altogether. But she had already told him her real name and town. It wasn't hard to track her down. After traveling the long distance to her town he just waited until her parents had left the house and then used the Christmas present on the porch routine to lure her out from the safety of her warm home. Being an ex-prison guard, it wasn't hard to subdue her. Landing on her with all his weight knocked the breath out of her. He had thought of raping and killing her on the way back, but then thought of me and how I'd been so down. So he kept her for me, and like the note said, he did pull her out of the car a few times, forced her to her knees and had her blow him. It kinda sucked having to obey the speed limits but fuck, it was worth it.

I promised him I'd drop her off with him for a few hours of play.

For along while we talked bdsm, rape, murder and college football. He thought it'd be funny if I marked her. I had to agree.

When I got home a few hours and many beers later I went straight for the old barn. There I finally found what I was looking for. I made my way into the kitchen and lit the gas burner. I placed the cattle branding iron over the flames to heat up. Then I went to check on the patient.

When I went into the room I could hear her. All that as left was a throaty cry of utter despair. When I tapped on the door she started hysterically screaming, pleading for me to let her out. I unlocked the door and pulled her out. She immediately dropped to the floor in a sobbing heap.

Even after giving her some water it took a good five minutes to get a response from her. As expected she chose the apology. The closet worked better than expected.

I placed the ball gag in her mouth.

"This is just top prevent you from saying anything else stupid."

I grabbed her by the wrist cuffs and dragged her to my bedroom. I tossed her on the bed face down and locked her wrist cuffs to the center of the headboard. Her ass and thighs were still beet red from the paddling.

I went to the closet and pulled out a thick bamboo pole, about four inches in diameter and three feet long. I slide it under her waist. I uncuffed her ankles, and then using my weight on her, I bent her knee back and out so I could attach her ankle the pole so that when I was done her legs were spread. Uncomfortable for sure, but I couldn't really have her thrashing about, at least not when she sees what I'm about to do to her. I re-cuffed her hands to the pole about the same spot her ankles were attached so she was now completely immobile.

I turned her chin so that she faced me. Her expression was now just a mix of fear and confusion.

"Your name is no longer Alyssa. It is 'T'. Just plain 'T', like the letter. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"You belong to me 'T'. I will do whatever I want to you, and you will take it. You will never talk back and will always refer to me as Sir."

For some reason I laugh whenever I hear the word 'master'.

"Now, should you ever forget your name, I'm going to give you a permanent reminder."

Upon saying that I left the room and went to the kitchen. I grabbed the branding iron off the flame. The letter 'T' glow a bright orange. Oh, this was going to be good.

When I returned to the room she immediately saw the iron and starting screaming in her gag. She tried to struggle, but it was unable to move.

I stepped to the bed and position the iron over her ass cheek. I could feel my cock getting rock hard in my pants.

"Just a few moments of pain, but a lifetime of memories."

She plead-screamed one last time before I gently pressed the iron onto her left ass cheek. Her whole body stiffened as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air. Her scream reminded me of Jessica's, when I clamped the black paper binder clips on her little breasts.

I held the iron on her for only a second or two, but it did it's job. I perfect letter 'T' burnt into her ass cheek.

T screamed and cried non-stop. I can't remember when I was more excited.

I walked to the dresser and grabbed a small tube of lube. I stripped off my clothes and returned to the bed. I took a small dab on my finger and stuck it up her ass. I climbed on the bed and between her knees. I stroked myself as I watched her body quiver and tense. Again I had to smile at the revelation that I could do anything, absolutely anything I wanted to this girl. But right now, I was going to give her ass a good fucking.

She had no defense to the pressure my cock placed on her little hole. I worked it in slow, savoring the grunts of displeasure. I could sense her fear as I worked it in to the first stop. The stop where she will think she's going to split in half if you goes any further. And then the muscle finally gives way. I took a deep breath as the warm tight heat surrounded my cock as it plunged deep into her. She gasped. I could feel the heat of her ass beating when my hips touched hers. I fucked her good and hard, just like any fucktoy you have no regard for, taking enjoyment in the wondrous new sounds I never knew a human could make. Again and again I slapped into her before cumming hard.

I un-cuffed her ankle from the pole and cuffed them to the left and right bed posts. Her wrists I returned to the center of the headboard. I removed the pole and put it away. I took the ball gag from her mouth and waited for her to say something.

Nothing.

So I spoke. "I think you're learning like a good girl. Why don't you rest now?"

I did get some antiseptic and cleaned up her brand. The last thing I wanted was an ugly infected mess.

I left T on the bed and left the room. I could hear her softly sobbing for a while, then nothing as sleep came quickly. I'm sure she hoped to wake and realize it was all a nightmare.

I went about my business the rest of the day, all the while thinking of what I was going to do with her. The questions are never ending. How long could I keep her? What more could I do with her? How would I keep her? I'm not a particularly motivated individual, and the thought of the work involved to keep her secure, not to mention fed and other obvious body functions. Maybe I'd just kill her in the morning.

Then again, I'd like to see how Chad and his friends operate.

So I figured I'd fuck her once more tonight, take her to the bathroom, and lock her to the floor ring in the guest room for the night. I just need to find that really good slave collar.

The thing is, is that I still don't know what I am. Am I just a rapist? A serial killer? A slave master? Or something muddled in between. I like the power. I like the sex. I like the death. It's all good fun. And as mixed up as I am, for the first time in a long while, I'm looking forward to the future.