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katie's punishment
day one
If I've got this cute little slut handcuffed in the back room of my shop. She is a friend of my girlfriend. She has been hanging around with Rebecca for several months now, never really trusted her but she was fun to look at. 5 feet tall 110 pounds and the most perfect 36C tits you've ever seen. Now and then she'd come over with these hot little boyshorts on and parade around like she was trying to show off her tight little ass. I'd catch her and Rebecca out on the patio smoking a joint giggling and carrying on like two little girls. Every so often katie would come into the house to use the bathroom and I couldnt help but stare at her as she went by. The view from the rear was hot enough but what I saw from the front made me want to fuck her right then and there. The tight lycra spandex shorts were wedged up into the cleft of her pussy just enough that I could see the thick lips protruding through the material.
It was only now that she was completely naked that I saw what a full hairy black bush she had. I figured her for being shaved smooth. No matter, that was easy enough to take care of. In fact the thought of it now made my cock even harder. I sat back in my chair and just watched her squirm as I drank my beer. Her long brunette hair tossed all over her face. The clear piece of strapping tape I put across her mouth would keep her quiet. Its not that I didnt want her to scream but I just didnt want her to speak at all. She would deny any accusations anyway. Besides, I had already decided it was time for me to punish her. I could see the fear in her eyes as I looked at her. She trembled nervously, not knowing what she was in for. It had been a month since I had seen her which to me was even more of an indication that she was guilty of stealing my most prized handgun. The little bitch probably hocked it for some of her crack, the thought of which pissed me off even more. In the last month since I found it missing I couldnt take my mind off her. At first I thought I would just punish her, give her a good revenge fuck then be over it. But now that I had her on her back with her wrists handcuffed behind her, I felt an urge to torture her. I couldnt decide if it was the way she shook her big fucken tits back and forth or the swollen thick pussy lips peeking out from between the patch of hair covering her mound. She kept her knees pressed as tightly together as she could. Just the sight of her now trying to close her legs stirred a deep desire to torture her in every way a sadistic man could torture a girl. I felt myself slipping over a dark abyss.
I took another sip off my beer and took a deep breath. I knew she had recently gotten kicked out of her aunts house and had no where else to go. She had no real family and nobody knew where she was. I could do anything I wanted to do to her for as long as I wanted to do it and nobody would know. I stroked my cock at the thought of what I could do to her. She looked at me in horror. I set my beer down on the floor and stood over her with my cock standing straight out at full erection. The Cialis was beginning to kick in. I slapped her tits several times as hard as I could with my hand then slid my hand down the front of her taught naked stomach. Her tits heaved and her entire body trembled. I slid the palm of my hand over her hairy mound and felt the full thick lips of her pussy between my fingers. She twisted and writhed in protest but only managed to stir my raging hard on. At this point I didnt care if she lived or died. She squeezed her legs together but I slapped her pussy anyway. I was anxious now to shave her pussy, I wanted to have a full view of those bare pussy lips. This bitch was in for serious torture. I slid my hand between her legs again, then made a fist, clamping several strands of hair in my knuckles. I yanked out ward pulling several tufts of hair out with it. She squealed wildly. "I think this hot little cunt needs to be shaved." I said, not really talking to her but knowing she would hear. I slapped her pussy again. She tried to bend at her waist. Instead she was met with a sharp slap of my hand across both her tits.
"I got something for you", I said to no one. I slapped her tits several times back and forth, making sure not to miss the tender nub at the end. She had large areolas with proud, pink nubs that stood erect out of the center. Her tits were pretty much as I had imagined. Visions of her danced in my head. I stood up and took a big swig off of my beer, letting my cock stand straight out for her to see. My cock was harder than it had ever been. Feeling the heat off of her pussy gave me a shudder. The thick mushroom tip pulsed with eagerness at all of the things I had thought of that I could do to her.
It had been about a month since I had seen her last. Plenty of time to get a few things ready for her. Ace Hardware is a dangerous place. The trick is to try not to look like a pervert. I wasnt expectanting particularly a big hairy pussy but the dark side of my mind projected images of what I might do to her. But first her legs would have to be spread wide open. I was hoping the spreader bar that I built would work as I envisioned. I pulled it out from behind the door. I held it in one hand while I took a sip off the beer. She looked at it, then looked at me in horror, her eyes wide, pleading with me. My cock stood tall as I saw the look in her eyes. I sat my beer down and held the bar up for inspection. It was a 4ft long piece of pvc pipe with a long eye bolt drilled through at each end. I had already clipped a pair of handcuffs into each eyebolt. She tried to kick me as I grabbed her ankle. Still I was able to clip one of her ankles into the handcuff. She kicked even more as I grabbed her other ankle. I expected a moment of panic at the beginning. After which she would weaken. Eventually she would become nothing more than a rag doll for me to fuck as I wanted. I did want to know from her what she knew about my missing handgun. Maybe I'll pull the tape off at some point and ask her. For now I was just gonna torture her, sorta let her know what she is in for if she doesnt cough up something. She kicked and bucked hysterically to no avail. I pulled her loose ankle as far apart as I could and quickly snapped her into the handcuff. I stepped back to look at her. The sight of her laying there with her wrists handcuffed behind her back and her ankles spread as far apart as they would go. Well, I may have made the bar a bit too long for her perhaps. Too bad. The sight of her labia peeking through the matte of hair got me to stroking my cock, right in front of her so she could see how hard my cock was. Her legs were spread way further apart than I expected. The only play she had was the distance of the chain between the handcuffs. A few inches maybe. Good. Her pussy will be much easier to shave. I figured I'd just use a straght razor like I use on my face. I didnt want her bleeding to death before I had a chance to torture and fuck that hot pussy.
I watched her squirm on the bed, instinctively trying to close her legs. My cock pulsed at the sight. I took a big swig off my beer, leaned over and spanked her pussy several times with my free hand. In the dark pit of my mind I had an idea that could only come from mean. I couldnt think of any better way to begin torturing her. With beer in hand I walked out to the shop and got a couple pair of vise grips out of my toolbox. I did have work to do but now wanted to fuck with this lying, thiefing crack whore. When I came back into the room she was still squirming. She couldnt have been too comfortable, all I heard was squeals every time she moved. If I let her squirm long enough she would tire and run out of energy. When I held a pair of vise grips out to adjust the jaws she screamed hysterically. The clear strapping tape on her mouth worked better than I thought.
I grabbed a clump of hair, squeezed the grips shut and yanked. She could only manage a muffled throaty scream. I gripped again and yanked another tuft of hair out of her mound. Again she screamed, now started to cry shamefully then laid back on her handcuffs with her body arched upward, her big fucken tits thrust out and her legs spread wide to reveal a most vulnerable pussy. I managed to pull several more clumps of hair before I decided it was time for the razor. She was almost out of energy. I watched her tits heave with each breath as her nostrils gasp for air. I ran my hand over both of her tits, slapping each of her nipples several times as hard as I could. I'd been fantasizing about torturing her tits. But first, her pussy needed to be smooth of all hair to show off those hot pussy lips. I left her laying there heaving with each breath while I went for my razor. When I came back she was much calmer not struggling so much knowing now that there was nothing she could do prevent me from doing anything I wanted to do to her. She was either too tired to fight or finally giving in. Didnt matter much anyway. I sprayed some cream on her pussy and began to run the razor up and down both sides of her protruding labia and across the top then all the way down the length of her slit. She just laid there, breathing deeply through her nose. The clear strapping tape held her mouth tight. I cleaned all the hair off her pussy, pinched her lips together with my fingers and tugged them up so I could run the razor up both side of her fleshy lips. Once I was satisfied that her pussy was as smooth as I could get it I stepped back to admire my work. There they were in all their glory fully displayed, even her clit peeked out from the top of the hood. I took a swig of beer and stroked my cock up and down a few times as I stared at her. She definitely looked much better with a shaved cunt. No sense in covering up such a proud pair of pussy lips. Maybe by the time I got done with her she wouldnt be so proud of them. Time to go to the fridge for another beer. Maybe I should leave her for awhile, while I go do some work in the shop. She wasnt going anywhere. I could fantasize about what I was going to do to her next. My cock was so rock hard yet and eager to fuck. But had to run out for some parts before the store closed.
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