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katie's punishment
part 3
I finished up some work I had to do in the shop then went and laid down for a few hours. Still, I couldnt get my mind off the naked cunt in the back room. I'd left her laying on a single bed stretched out with her wrists roped together to the metal bed frame. She wasnt going anywhere. I dont know what time it was when I woke up only it was dark and quiet and I had a raging hardon. I was sure I wasnt going to get much sleep until I could at least peek in on her. As I walked out into the shop it seems all my dark fantasies finally surfaced. The dim high overhead lamp, dead quiet......perhaps too quiet. Tools and equipment at my disposal and even a cherry picker. The big one that I used to pull boat motors out of their hull. My mind was conjuring up all kinds of things to do to that little fucking slut. Not to mention still being pissed at her. What the fuck did I want her to do about it. I'll show her what I want her to do about it. She gets to be my little fuck toy. I opened the door to the back room and found it dark and quiet except for a little whimper coming from my delectable captive.
I flipped the light switch on and just stood staring. Just when I didnt think my cock could get any harder I felt it pulse up and down at the sight of her. She looked like a rag doll with her wild brunette hair tossed about. But I couldnt take my eyes off her tits. The entire tip of both tits were bruised, the purple nub surrounded by teeth marks from the metal clamps. A tiny trickle of blood had seeped from a couple of wounds. I couldnt help but notice the shameful look on her face as the light exposed her naked body, now scarred...... and me looking down at her with eagerness. She squealed and squirmed, but there was no hiding her tortured tits. Heavy red welts marred both of them, her nipples sore and tender. She looked at me as I stroked my rigid shaft right in front of her, knowing I was not about to let her go. She held her knees together as if trying to hide something. But there was no hiding the heavy red welts on her bare cunt mound left behind by the leather strap. I slapped both of her nipples several times as hard as I could with my hand, ignoring her weak protests. Then I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, twisting them both, loving how they felt between my fingers while they slipped out of my grasp. They felt warm and swollen. If she didnt hate me by now she was sure gonna hate me for what I was going to do to her. I slid my hand across her taught stomach. She mumbled something about me being an asshole and I slapped her mound. She writhed around on the bed, stretched out helplessly. " You're nothing but a lying, stealing whore." I said. "Where's my gun?" She squirmed nervously. "I dont know where your fucking gun is." She spat back. "Thaats what I thought." Too bad for her now I didnt give a shit. I didnt even want her talking, all I wanted was to torture her in ways that she would never have thought a man could do to a woman. I slapped her tits a couple more times then walked out into the shop.
Knowing that no one would find her here made the idea of torturing her even more exciting. I stroked my cock a few times just to stir the blood. In the silence of the shop I could hear my heart pounding. I lit a cigar then went over to the bench on the back wall. The entire back corner was bathed by a single bank of tungsten lights. There was a wooden dowel I picked up and looked it over grinning at the idea of wanting to watch her drool and bite into the wooden bit as I whipped her cunt. The dowel was perhaps 8 inches long by 1 inch diameter, just enough I thought to give her something to bite into. I quickly drilled a hole through each end and fitted a pair of s-clips with a rubber bungee cord attached to keep things tight. I glanced around a bit, taking a tug off my cigar. My glance came to stop when I saw the hooks hanging inside the lid of my toolbox. There was no turning back. I had slipped into a dark crevass guided now by my own sadistic fantasies. Fishhooks, bigger than average, with a single razor sharp barb at one end and a hole at the other. I held one up and looked at it closely, deciding to attach the two hooks together with a small gauge insulated electrical cable.
I went back into the room and gazed upon her with eagerness putting the hooks on the shelf above her head for the moment. She squirmed around a bit, her wrists tethered to the steel frame of the futon, tits swaying back and forth. I reached under her thigh and rolled her over onto her stomach. She had such a nice tight ass. I slapped it several times with my hand before reaching for the leather strap once again. Her ass puckered each time the leather strap stung her cheeks, showing me the tight dimples. I wanted to fuck her so hard in the ass. I spanked her several more times until her ass was glowing, then reached up to untie the rope that held her wrists to the steel frame and pulled both of her arms way back behind her. I strapped a short wooden bar to her elbows, pulled behind her back. I wanted her tits to stand out nice and proud. Then I grabbed a handful of hair wrapping a ponytail around my fist and yanked her head back. She was weak and tired but I wasnt done with her yet. I wedged the wooden dowel into her mouth and strapped the rubber cord around the back of her head to hold it in place.
There was little fight in her when I pulled her up by her elbows. Her tits swelled way out displaying her tortured nipples. She wasnt so proud of em now. I grabbed the fish hooks off the shelf and straddled her from behind. My stiff shaft pressed against the small of her back as I reached around to cup her full tits. I pinched her sore nipples between my fingers holding them tight while I pressed the fishooks into the tender nub. She gave such a hot squeal when I did the first one I couldnt wait to do the other one. Once both of her nipples were well secured with the fish hooks embedded , I stood in front her taking a long puff off my cigar and smiled at her, my cock stood straight up at the sight of the fish hooks dangling from her nipples connected together by a chain. It seemed so fitting. She refused to meet my gaze, all I could hear was a whimper. I just stood looking at her, my shaft stood straight out bobbing up and down with each pulse of blood that coursed through it.
Finally, I reached out and grabbed the chain, at first just sort of dangling it loving the way her tits bounced up and down and then stretching upwards as I pulled up on the chain, lifting katie to her toes. She rose in a squeal of protest, knowing if she didnt that her nipples would tear off. "Are you sure you dont know where my gun is cunt?" She whimpered something and I thought I heard her say fuck you. No matter, I still wasnt done with her. All she could do was follow me, I still had her wrists roped together just because I like the way her tits jutted out so proudly, especially love the way the platform heels made her legs look longer. Pulling her around the shop by her tits exhausted her, I could tell she was about to pass out. I stopped in the middle of the two big A frames connected together across the top with a steel beam. I left her standing just long enough to get my 4 ft spreader bar into place, roping her ankles to each end of the spreader bar, leaving her punished pussy wide open. I lowered the chain and hook down from the center of the A frame so that I could connect into the spreader bar with the hook. I pushed the button on the control box to raise the hook, holding her head in my other hand until her mouth was right at cock level. She would be hanging upside down impaled on my shaft. I fucked my cock up into her throat even as I slapped her pussy with my hand. She did have the hottest pussy lips I've ever seen, thick and meaty, I could feel them slap into my hand. Reluctantly I pulled my cock out of her so I could get my strap. I think maybe it was about time for a good old fashioned cunt whipping.
With her cunt so shamelessly displayed it would be a shame not to take full advantage of it. I could do anything I wanted to do to her. I ran the palm of my hand up and down her bruised slit, pulled my hand back and then snapped the 18 inch leather strap down as hard as I could onto her pussy. Her pussy was so sore already but with each slap of the strap my cock pulsed eagerly, each slap of her cunt caused her to buck instinctively even though her body was mostly limp, hanging like a rage doll upside down by a spreader bar, I could see her meaty pussy lips swell out even further, darkening in protest. Then I could hardly believe my eyes as I gazed at the stem of her clit peeking proudly out from between her bruised lips. I took a long pull off my cigar and then took a picture with my android of her gaping pussy, legs spread wide as she hung upside down. Even through the thin cigar smoke, the smell of lust was all too noticible.
There was a client that I had done some work on his boat several times from Nicaragua, I knew he was into some shit so I text him to see if he might be interested in putting in a bid or at least making me an offer on a slave. I laid my cigar down down onto her slit lengthwise while I text him then walked around her taking several more pics. I set my android back down, picked up my cigar and cupped her pussy in my hand. Her swollen pussy lips felt so hot in the palm of my hand. I began to whip her bare cunt with the leather strap mercilessly, her entire body jerking. Her huge clit stood out from between the engorged purple pussy lips. When I cupped her pussy again I could feel the hard nub of her clit poking into the palm of my hand, throbbing, begging for attention. It was the biggest clit I had ever seen. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, then slapped it several times with my hand. It even seemed to stiffen as I pinched it, like I triggered a pulse in my cock. I kept pinching and slapping her clit until it was deep purple, her cunt lips splayed open, glistening in the dim light of the shop. My mind had completely gone off the deep end. The more I thought about it the more I wanted to torture this cunt. At this point I didnt care what became of her. Maybe I would auction her off for some cash, should be worth something even in her present condition. I kinda hated to see her go but then I thought she might also suffer a bit of humiliation ...... a humiliation that could very well last the rest of her life. Fucking cunt. I slapped her again then took some more pictures of her from all angles, close ups and full body. At least I would have something to remember her by. My cock bounced up and down as I went to the tool box to get the other fishhook. When I turned back around and saw her hanging by her feet, upside down my cock throbbed at the sight. The thick lips of her labia spread so helplessly apart. Such a punishable pussy. I held her clit between my fingers while I firmly jabbed the sharp, barbed end of the fishook into her clit. Just when I didnt think she had anything left she jerked hysterically and let out a long gasp of air, then went completely limp. With the fucking cunt now completely motionless, I ran the fishook all the way through, so as I lift on the end of the fish hook I can tug her clit as well. With such body jewelry she will know what her purpose is for.
I took a long pull off my cigar and smiled at the sight. I took several more shots of her hanging upside down, the light in the shop was just in the right place to show off her new piercing. The glint of a curved metal barb pierced clear through the stem of her clit made for such a hot nasty shot.
It was maybe 30 minutes when I got a text back saying he definitely was interested, send pics and all specs. I stroked my cock, keeping it hard, eager while I walked around her snapping pics. With her head hanging at cock level I could just pop my shaft right into her mouth and go all the way up her neck. I took several more pics, standing over her looking straight at her gaping pussy. I could see the swelling now around the new wound, puffing her clit out even more. I almost came in her throat and it took all my strength to pull out of her and walk over to my tool box. Thick streams of saliva mixed with precum ran down the length of my cock and dripped from my balls. I grabbed the little battery charger out of the bottom drawer and set it on top. Through the thick cigar smoke I plugged it in and turned it on. The buzz sounded loud in the quiet shop. I let it run for a minute while I text pics and info to my client. By the time I got done I knew there was no way he could refuse, perhaps a sizable amount of reward was in this. I mean besides everything I had already done to her. I told him that she was already broken and that he could do anything he wanted to do to her, no limits. I sent him several pics to prove it. I set the phone down, took a long drag off my cigar and picked up the two ends of the wires, one was red one was black. I walked back over and stood in front of her, my cock inches from her face. I clipped the black metal alligator clamp onto the chain that connected her sore tits. My cock slid easily into her mouth as I began to fuck her. Slowly I clipped the other clip onto the metal fishook that pierced her clit. As soon as it made contact her body shuddered and began to sweat as 110 volts of electricity surged through her cunt. That sent a shudder that I could feel all the way down to my cock. There was no holding back, the tip of my cock exploded and I pumped every last drop of cum I had in my balls deep into the back of her throat, even as she hung motionless, my cum seeping from the corners of he mouth. I let the electricity surge through her clit until I could not spurt anymore, reluctantly I pulled the clip off the fishook,, my cock still wedged deep in her throat.
As I leaned over to throw the clamp onto the bench, I noticed the beads of sweat dripping off her tits, the electricity had also been surging through her nipples. She had turned into a fucking rag doll. Long streams of cum trailed out of her mouth. Very slowly and carefully I withdrew from her mouth taking a deep breath as I did also taking in the heavy smell of lust. Definitely one fuckable cunt. With my cock clear of her mouth all of the cum that I had pumped into her throat came seeping back out. I quickly reached for the camera and took several shots. The way her mouth just sorta hung open like a gaping hole with semen leaking out of it. I think the price just went up. Pretty soon the entire front of her face dripped with cum. I took a few more shots, then a few more drags off my cigar as I stepped back and just stared at her. I sent a few more pics to my client with a note that said she was a horny cum slut who loves being tortured. After a few minutes I sent him a couple more pics with another note saying that he could do anything he wanted to do to her. No limits.
I let katie down to the floor, still bound with spreader bar and handcuffs only laying on the cold concrete floor. Fucken little cunt. She didnt look like she was much alive, her wrists purple, tits tortured and scarred with heavy red welts ....and the thick swollen lips of her pussy, her clit peeking out now like a proud ornament.
Finally after several minutes a text came back from my client saying he would be in town in a few days and would love to come by and make me an offer. I took a pull off the cigar and smiled, thinking about how much fun I could have with her in the meantime. My cock hung loose, coated with cum as I walked out to the patio cigar in hand and contemplated what a dirty torture slut might bring at auction. Well.....hopefully she would still be alive by then.....
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