WARNING: THIS IS A VERY INTENSE TALE OF FICTION.  THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE ILLEGAL WRONG AND THE WRITER DOES NOT CONDONE NOR ADVOCATE COMMITING ANY OF THESE ACTS. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DETAILS  OF TORTURE, CRUELTY AND SEXUAL OFENSES THEN READ NO FURTHER.

FARMHOUSE

I really don’t know when I started thinking about bdsm, it seems like it has always been there deep in my core, lurking, waiting, being patient to show me who I really was. I have lived a mostly normal life married, two kids, house etc. My sex life was great with my wife until about the 10th year, then she became scared of the creature growing within and pushed me away. That was the start of the path that led me here. After her pushing me away I started to immerse myself online. Reading stories, watching videos and chatting with like minded females all of which caused the creature in me to grow. He learned about what he craved and what he needed to satisfy that hunger. Then just when I was thinking about suppressing the beast away the defining moment came. I won the state lottery, now it’s not enough to make me a jet setting playboy but it was enough to allow me to become my own boss without worrying about working or the money I spent.

The thought started as fleeting, but soon became an obsession. It took me a year to find exactly what I wanted, an old farmhouse surrounded by lots of open ground and no nosy neighbors. The one main thing I would not compromise on was that it had to have a full basement.  I told the wife it was for the land investment and maybe later the house restoration and she left it at that. With the new freedom that money brings she was starting to find ways to enjoy her life too. What I had planned was a secluded place to live out my deepest, darkest and most twisted fantasies. It took two years of traveling the world and secretly outfitting and changing the farm to what I wanted. On the outside it looked like a boarded up old house, even if you pulled off a window board you would see nothing but an empty house. The old barn had been changed so I could hide the car underground. When I was there it was impossible to know I was or that anyone was for that matter. Inside the house was bare and empty, deserted just the way I wanted it.  I did have one room in the kitchen next to the steps leading to the basement from which I controlled the grounds and house. the network was fed to my pda when I was away. If I had an unexpected guest I would know immediately. As for breaking in that was another story. All the glass had been replaced with shatter proof hurricane glass that would take a direct blow from a four pound hammer. The doors were changed for custom but plain steel framed and steel cored doors and special multi keyed locks in place. I nailed over all the windows and front door adding that abandoned yet secured look. To the normal looker it was just an abandoned farmhouse with no trespassing signs posted everywhere.

The basement was I different story. I had spent an incredible amount of time and money outfitting it for my own personal satisfaction. It took over two years of hard work, money and travel but finally it was a fully functional dungeon. I had collected numerous antique torture devices. From metal shackle type stockades on straight iron bars, torture tables to every type of modern sexual toy I could buy. The dungeon was finally fully outfitted. But my three favorite prizes was an original third Reich torture table that had been used in one of the camps in Germany during world war two, a black kangaroo hide bullwhip custom made for me and a stainless 12 inch dildo that had a cattle prod internals built into it with a handle to hold on to and activate it. Sitting in the dungeon I often wondered how like gods the German scientists must have felt by being able to pick any woman or girl they wanted and do anything they wanted without fear of consequences to follow. In other parts of the basement I had made a few different rooms, one for filming, one for sensory deprivation and a few others for various reason etc. In one corner I made a small cell  about 8ft by 8ft, a stand up shower in one corner with a recessed shower head and no knobs, a stainless jail type toilet and finally a steel wall bunk. the room was made out of solid steel plate and had a steel door with a small bar window. There was one spotlight recessed into the shower ceiling and one in the center of the ceiling illuminating the cell. When I was finished I realized it looked a lot like and old western style hotbox for prisoners. Everywhere in the cell, dungeon or one of the rooms was some type of d hook and clasps. There were several different torture tables and chairs including many other various attachments for toys. The whole basement had been stripped and soundproofed. I had ordered everything myself and performed all necessary work. All exits were bricked over closed and then covered in plywood and sheetrock, every wall was painted black and I had used task lighting to only light up where or was. If I turned them all on the full visual effect was felt. It was quite sinister looking with its design purpose clearly evident. The only way out was back through the first door at the base of the steps then up the steps to the second door. Both doors had state of the art optical recognition locks so they would open only for me. If the doors were forced open then I had a security program running that would release a gas while they were on the steps to immobilize the threat. Next explosive tanks would burn the whole place down. Se even if the dungeon was breeched no one would escape alive.

When I was satisfied with my new toy place I started looking. I was in no hurry at this point. I had spent so much time setting my dungeon up that finding the perfect specimen for me was not an impatient choice I was willing to compromise with. I started looking and followed several women around stalking them and watching their every move trying to decide if I should take them from this life to the one I had planned or to pass them up. After several months I was starting to believe I was being way to cautious and that I might chicken out. Sure I had a couple that I was almost on the verge of grabbing but in the final analysis they just weren’t what I wanted

Kaytlyn was not my first choice; she was a friend of my daughters. So I really didn’t give her much of a second look. Now yes I notice her body but that was it. Then I started to notice a change. She became friendlier. Talking and coming close to me when she was over. After a few months of her playful teasing and flirting with me I realized she was perfect. She was about 5’1” at least a small d or large c cup breast firm and pointed . When she wore her bikini I could see the outlines of her areolas framing her small marshmallow sized nipples. Her legs were well toned from her dance team workouts and her ass was firm and round. Her belly was taught and showed every muscle and curve when she wore a short top or bathing suit. Her face was framed by curly blond tresses that accentuated her big blue eyes and large pouty lips. But her soft southern drawl voice was the icing. When she was upset or sad she would sniff and talk in unsure almost scared voice which only made me want her more. All in all she was one fine specimen for my needs.

I had been watching her and stalking her for weeks thinking that she was never going to be in a position to grab her. Then one day I was just down from the house sitting in the woods and watching.  I saw her come out slamming the door behind her as she stormed across the yard and started down the road. I figured she had just had a fight with her mom from the actions I saw. I watched her walk toward the road and waited until she was almost out of sight. Quickly I grabbed my stuff and headed to the old car I had procured for this exact reason.  After going along where I thought she was I started to think she had slipped of the road. Maybe going into the woods to get away from life. I had missed her somehow and she was gone. Certain she had left the road I sped up to go turn around. But then just as I popped a little rise there she was walking briskly. Her yellow t-shirt was bright in the summer sun and her jeans and white shoes were moving along at a rapid pace. I slowed the old car down as I eased up to her. When I was beside her I noticed she still had not looked  at me, probably lost in anger at her mom.

Kaytlyn! .......... I yelled, she stopped and looked at the old car. Her expression was one of confusion until she saw me smiling…………..  Oh Mr. .James! ............................ I didn’t recognize you as she leaned in the window. ….New car?

She asked………… Yeah sort of I responded back with my best innocent smile. Where you going? ...................... I asked seeming somewhat concerned. I’m just walking. she said as she pulled back from the window…. , I am going to the store down the road, wanna go get a cold drink?  She smiled and said… No but thank you anyhow.   Are you sure? I pushed. Come on and ride with me………  We will be right back and you will have an ice cold drink on this hot summer day… I could see by the smile on her face she wanted someone to be nice to her and said “ok” in an almost reluctant tone. Slipping in she pulled the door closed as she sat down. My heart was beating so hard I thought she would hear it as the excitement grew. It was all I could do to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. Pulling away I watched as she leaned out the window allowing the breeze to blow in her hair. Reaching down beside me I felt the tazer in my hand. While she was looking out the window I brought it up in one fast motion. Just at the last second, she turned when she heard the click, only to shake at the sudden shock. I had set the stun to incapacitate as I watched her pass out in a confused look. Grabbing the items I had ready I quickly zip tied her wrists together and duct taped her mouth grabbing the needle I plunged it into her arm forcing the cocktail into her. The drugs would keep her out for several hours, courtesy of my friend the veterinarian. Pulling her over to lay on the seat I looked around and could see no one or another vehicle out here. Pulling away I headed straight for the old farmhouse. On the drive my excitement level raced from anticipation to realization of what I was doing. All this only added to the overload of senses. Reaching the old farm I made quick work of getting her out of the car and the car hid. I picked her up and carried her to the house. Quickly I was downstairs and was putting her in the small holding cage. I had bought a dog cage big enough to hold her in tight quarters. Walking to the door I hit the master light switch and the dungeon went black. I needed to go take care of some other details and she would be asleep for several hours anyhow.

CHAPTER TWO

Sitting at the small desk I watched the monitor and listened to the live feed from her cage. With the dungeon being pitch black with no form of light my video feed was useless. It had been almost 7 hours since I first grabbed her. After waiting albeit impatiently I finally heard her soft muffled pleas. I listened as Kaytlyn awoke in the dark, her mind slowly trying to clear the cobwebs and confusion of where she was……………… Finally! ... I decried as I stood up.

Soon I was walking down the steps with my heart beating like a deep jungle drum as the beast inside was slowly awakening. Becoming giddy at what was waiting for him in the dungeon. Opening the door I hit the master light switch and the dungeon became alive in sterile white light. I could see her eyes snapping to adjustment mode.

……………….. Hello Kaytlyn ……… I do hope you rested well…….. As I proceeded to walk across the floor to the wall. I watched her follow me with her eyes, showing me she had no clue as to what was happening. Grabbing the cattle prod I turned back to face her. I could hear her muffled words as she tried to speak…… In a moment.. ……  I said, as I walked to the small chair grabbing it and dragging it closer to her cage. Stopping next to the cage I sat down crossing my arms across the back as I laid the cattle prod on top of the cage.

……….Ok, Come over here and I will remove the tape…….. I watched her slowly squirm her way to the front of the cage. Leaning her head close I grabbed the tape and yanked it from her mouth.

….Ouch! ....... She cried out…….. Mr. James … Please tell me…. What’s going on? Why am I here? I knew that she had no idea why I would want to do this to her.

I watched her for a moment ………..I kidnapped you Kaytlyn,….. I kidnapped you because I wanted to………….Why? She asked as her sniffles started................. I watched as her head lowered a little.

Why is a very good question and I am thinking you’re entitled to an answer……….. Why? Why? Why? I repeated… I wanted someone to share this with….. as I looked around the dungeon. …….. This? .... She said as she looked around………… ………………..What is this?

This Kaytlyn is your new home…………..for a while anyhow……… It is a fully functional torture dungeon. Well that’s not entirely correct. To be more specific it is designed for extreme sexual torture and you’re my first guest.

I could see the wheels turning now……… your …….your…..going to rape me she said in a newly startled voice………………yes… yes I am Kaytlyn, ……………………but I am going to do far more than just rape you………… I could see her confusion coming back. Obviously she had not been exposed to anything I was proposing. I really don’t think she understood the torture part.

You…….you…. c….c….c…c…. an’t… she stammered, crying out ………….Please!!! Mr. James……… Please!!!.... I won’t tell…… just let me go home!………..Please! …….. She kept begging…….. I listened as she kept speaking and reached to pick up the prod. Slowly sliding it through the bars of the cage I moved the tip closer to her face.

I think we need to learn rule number one before proceeding……. I watched her eyes follow the prod as her words stopped. ……..Rule number one? she asked……………..I think she knew the prod was something evil, I don’t think she really had any idea how evil this little toy could be.

Yes….rule number one……….she started to say something but I placed the prod to her lips and softly said hush.

Ok rule number one……….do not speak unless I ask you too…… Understand!!!. She said yes softly then tried to speak. Smiling I slid the prod down to her breast pushing the tip into the t-shirt it watching as it pressed into the soft meat of her tit.

Bzzzzzzzzt!!!...... I was really surprised at her response. She squealed like a stuck hog being murdered, as I watched her body arch in pain. Now she was squalling like a baby as I repeated rule number one.

……….. You will only speak when I tell you too…….I know this may be difficult for you to understand but I think you will learn very quickly. Before she could respond I hit the other tit with a jolt pushing the tip into the nipple area as I pulled the trigger.

….Bzzzzzzzzt!!!!!!! ….. She screamed again and arched her back. I could see the wet spot rapidly opening up between her legs as she pissed herself. With the instinct of a seasoned torture pro I moved the prod tip there and hit the button……….Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!!!!!!!!! ……….. I was thinking that it might be like pissing on an electric fence, an incredible pain unlike any other.

My quick theorizing turned out to be right as she bucked like I was shoving a hot poker up her ass. She screamed in what I can only call agony as I continued the current flow.

I hit her with the current a couple of more times along her belly watching her jump and scream at each shock. She was crying hysterically now.

Mumbling …ok …ok ….ok… ok.. I really thought for a moment that she had had a mental breakdown. .When she finally realized that the shocks had stopped and her hysterics started to subside her short sharp breaths allowed a few sounds…P….P….lea……………Bzzzzzzzzt!.......... another shock and scream erupted in tandem. ………RULE NUMBER ONE!....... I yelled at her. I could see her shaking her head yes as she cried like a baby.

Good I said as I watched her tears. I hope you now know rule number one I asked. Because if you don’t…… I can stay here all day giving you a reminder. When I started to move the prod closer she started shaking her Head like mad. ……………………………..Yes maybe you do know rule number one……………..

Standing I moved to the other side of the cage…… kneeling down I pulled out the knife…….. Give me your hands and I will cut the zip ties.

I could see her reluctance at this but slowly she moved her hands back against the cage. Reaching through I cut the straps quickly with the razor sharp blade. Next I told her to move her ankles over. Soon she was free of her bonds.

Ok ………rule number two…. As I stood up. You will do what I ask when I ask or I will force you too anyhow, and hurt you for making me force you………Her sniffling tears only turned me on more.

Understand?............ I could see her shaking her head yes……….. good .. now I am going to open the cage. You crawl out and stand up and start removing your clothes. If you do anything other than what I say I will hurt you in ways you have never imagined…

I could see the tears streaming again and I knew the idea of being hurt was not one she really enjoyed.  Opening the cage I stepped back and watched her.

Slowly she crawled out, I could see the brown slight burns from the prod on the yellow cotton t-shirt. Standing up she slowly peeled the top off and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were supported by a very nice and lacy pink bra. Stepping from her shoes. I stepped closer and realized how short she was. How much do you weigh? ………….. I asked…..N…n…ninety seven pounds she replied.

She wasn’t small anywhere just not as tall as I would normally expect with her curves and the way she filled out. I realized that I towered over her like a bear and I could sense she realized the huge difference in size. I was reasonably sure she would never try to physically attack me. She seemed very submissive as she stood there. I also felt like this was not the first time she stood in front of a grown man with sex hanging over her.

Next she slipped her pants down her hips and I could see the matching lace pink panties framing her waist. Her belly ring catching my attention as she stood back up. Keeping her head down she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Quickly she slipped it from her shoulders and dropped it to the building pile. Her tits were so firm and round. If I had not known her I would have guessed fake. Her nipples, like small marshmallows, were surrounded by a nice round slightly darker areola. She reached down and slid her fingers into her panties as she started to push. I could see she was trying to distance herself from what was happening. But soon I would drag her back screaming as I giggled to myself. I told her to stay as I moved away. Walking to the wall I grabbed the two custom pieces that I made for the floor. They were small iron pipes fastened together to form two parallel bars. I guessed the distance I would need between the two and slid them into the holes in the floor. Walking over I grabbed her by the arm and told her to move to them. She moved and stood between them as I grabbed the cart and rolled it following her. Opening the drawer I pulled out the small straight bar. Sliding from one eyelet on one side through the other eyelet forming an H. Grabbing the leather waist belt I started to fasten it around Kaytlyn. Soon I had her wrists secured to the waist belt and had slid a bar under her arms across her back. Grabbing the remote control I hit the switch as the cables slowly lifted her up.

She cried out ……..Please!…….Mr. James…….Please! It hurts so much!………………. I see you can’t follow the first rule! ………Stopping the motor as it lifted her where I needed her.

……… Pressing my finger to her lips…………. Shhhhhh. Don’t speak unless instructed to do so………………………. Since you can’t understand that simple rule we should give you some help with controlling your tongue. ……………………Walking to the cart I grabbed the handle and brought it up close to her. Kaytlyn watched and her eyes begged me for her release…………slowly I laid out each piece, first the wooden rods, followed by the rubber straps, fishhook and other various pieces of a sinister puzzle. Picking up the rounded end hemostats I grabbed her cheeks with one hand,

……….Open your mouth Kaytlyn!………. Slowly she opened her mouth; I could feel her body quivering knowing that fear was consuming her now.

Gripping the hemostats I slid them into her mouth. The sudden clamping of the end of her tongue I knew was excruciatingly painful as she screamed out, her eyes wide open now. Turning to the cart I picked up one dowel rod, it was about 3/8” thick and six inches long. Looking back at Kaytlyn …….. Open your mouth wide now. I said like a dentist would…….. As she hesitated I spoke again…….. Open your mouth now you little cunt or I will rip your fucking tongue out by the roots. Kaytlyn’ hesitation ended at what my words meant. My words were changing, the evil slowly oozing to the top. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go with tears flowing like a river as her body shook in terror. Lifting up her tongue I pushed the rod to the back of her mouth bridging her teeth. Grabbing the second Rod I pulled down as I shoved it back into her mouth on top of her tongue. Finally grabbing the rubber strap I looped it around the two rods on her left cheek, then around the back of her head to the other side. As the rubber stretched I allowed the hemostats to hang from her tongue and used one hand to hold the rods back in her mouth. Finally looping it around the two on the right side I grabbed the hemostats again. Pulling at her tongue it slowly slid through the two wooden rods smashing it together. I could see in her eyes the incredible pain she was feeling by having her tongue smashed by her own jaw pressure. I knew no matter how hard she could try her jaw was already opened wider than she could make it go allowing her no relief from the increasing pressure.

Grabbing the large stainless fishhook I reached above her for the wire with the clasp at the end hanging down from the ceiling. Quickly I looped it through the eye of the hook securing it. Tugging I pulled down on the wire as the ratchet mechanism released allowing the cable to give slowly pulling it down to her mouth.  Placing the hook under her tongue I started to press the sharp steel into the soft underside. Kaytlyn again screamed out as the swollen tongue was pierced. Pushing it through I finally saw the end pop through the top as a trickle of blood dribbled from the wound. Leaning in close to her I licked the blood from her tongue…….mmmmmmmmm, my first taste, I said ……. Kaytlyn was having a major struggle with coherence now. I know the events of the evening were weighing on her ability to stay conscious and focused. Pulling up on the hook the sudden new pain brought her back to me as she squealed out. The wire slowly tightened and the hook started to pull at the fresh hole in her tongue …….once I had it as tight as I figured it needed to be I allowed the ratchet to lock…………

……….Now isn’t that much more comfortable?........ I mused, as I walked across the floor. Kaytlyn strained with her head tilted back and her tongue practically smashed in two by her own jaws. After having it nearly pulled from her throat by the large hook all she could do is moan. Next I grabbed her legs and pulled them over the pipe. The pipe was right under her knees. When I pulled the second leg over the bar it had the effect of forcing her legs out at a ninety degree angle from her body, and splaying her sex open to me. Opening the drawer I pulled out the two long leathers straps. Grabbing one ankle I slipped it around then pulled her ankle up to meet her thigh, feeling the knee protest and pop after having been wrapped around the bar. Her squeal wasn’t very high at this sudden but not intense pain. I am sure the additional weight of her body on her tongue was all she could focus on. Finally securing her other ankle in the same fashion I stepped back, her weight pushing her down was causing her thighs to form a v with the point being her pubic mound. Her pussy was gapping open by the awkward position. Giving me any access I wanted. Moving behind her I released the chain holding her up at the arms. Grabbing her wrists I pulled her hands down to the bar running across the other two. ………Hear grab this……. as I guided her hands to the bar. Slowly she wrapped her hands around it as I clipped them to the eyelet in the center. Next I pulled the bar free between her arms and along her back. Grabbing another leather strap I slipped it around her arms just above the elbow and started to pull them together.

……..Now Kaytlyn if you push up with your arms and legs you can give your tongue some relief.

I watched as she tried this a few times. She could only move an inch or so up or down. She was only lasting for a few seconds pushing up as her weight forced her muscles to release her back down. I knew at some point she would not be able to lift anymore, but I figured by then it wouldn’t matter. She was also only going to move so far down because of the way she was fastened to the two pipes. Walking up I placed my hand over her pussy slipping two fingers into the folds. The warmth of her pussy engulfing my touch. She wasn’t completely dry but she still wasn’t as wet as someone who is turned on. Still though I thought…………. She does present some interesting Possibilities. Feeling her soft small thin patches of hair I grinned.

……….Well this will never do as I pulled on the hair slightly, garnering a small squeal from her…… I turned and walked to grab the chair and cart. Soon I was sitting in front of her crotch as I pulled the candle and lighter out lighting it. ………….Now this is what I call a fire shave….. as I took the flame and started to singe away the hair. She screamed several times and tried her best to raise herself up  when the heat lingered, but her attempts at escape were futile. I will have to say though, all in all she did rather well considering I took fire to her pussy.

When I had singed it clean I smacked it a couple of times with my hand eliciting a couple more short squeals. Pulling the chair away I walked over and grabbed the crop with the small leather flap on the end. When I was standing back in front of her I brought it between her legs the first time. The loud snap was quite the treat as she screamed in a new tone from the sudden sharp pain. One after another I welted her pussy. Striking in a very small area. I wanted her pussy to hurt from now on, inside and out. Kinda like a guide to go by. Oh your pussy doesn’t hurt that bad………. More pussy torture………oh your pussy is swollen abused and bleeding, ………. Mouth torture time………etc….This is also the first moment that the thought of using her orgasms against her as a means of torture started to fill my thoughts. I giggled at that and stored the idea away for later.

I continued my assault as I whipped her pussy slowly and methodically until her screams turned to grunts and then finally almost unconscious moans. Finally when it was a deep red with blood droplets forming on the abused skin of her most tender I decided she had had enough. Looking close I could see the swollen and purple color around the lips, the almost tenderized folds angry red, and the slight brusing as the abuse had moved out to her thighs. I was a little surprised, considering the beating I had just given her pussy; it really didn’t look as bad as I could have made it.

Sitting back onto my chair I admired my handiwork. That when I noticed her feet were turning blue, I am sure lack of circulation, her tongue was also now grossly swollen to match her abused pussy. All in all not a bad first session I reckoned. Finally after enough watching I stood and removed the fishhook. When I pulled the rods from her mouth she tried to scream again as the feeling came back to her tongue. Turning I walked to the small white cabinet thinking I would get something to rub on her swollen pussy. Opening the cabinet I looked at all the stuff I had bought, balms, creams ointments etc. When I saw the small container of lacquer thinner I smiled saying “Perfect! “to myself. Grabbing the container and a white cloth I walked back to her. Here this should help I said as I soaked the towel. I almost laughed out loud as I soaked the cloth. When I applied the soaked towel to her burning area at first she sighed. The cool of the liquid giving a moments relief, I knew this would be short lived. I really don’t think anything could have prepared me for the agonizing scream that came next. I really don’t think I have ever heard someone scream so high or saw someone trying so desperately to escape the pain. This action was short lived as unconsciousness overtook her.

I figured she had been through enough in such a short time and decided I would release her from this session and place her back in her cell.