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LIFE because it is only FICTION. No part of it is real, every thing portrayed in

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Daria pulled up to the large lake house deep in the woods.  It was enormous, and looked like a large wooden cabin.  There was a large lake to the left with a boathouse on it.  There was a gravel road that led behind the house and into the woods where the garage was.  Trees filled the rest of the landscape. 

Pat came out to greet her.  He led her inside to begin their fun-filled week.  Daria and Pat were both bondage freaks, and knew about each other’s fantasies since high school.  They had never dated but had hooked up and fucked many times.  Pat had made a shitload of money right out of college and was now filthy rich.  When he was building this vacation house, Daria had jokingly but seriously told him if he built a dungeon in the basement she would be his sex slave for a week.  He built an all out torture chamber that was the size of a basketball court.  He had other rooms and cells leading off of it and had purchased tons of bondage furniture and gear for it. 

“This place is amazing,” Daria said as she looked out on the windows.  The sun was just beginning to set behind the trees.  The wind whipped through the air causing the trees to sway.   

“Yea too bad you’ll be locked up for most of it,” he said laughing.  She gave him a sneer and continued looking out the window.  Pat watched her from the kitchen while drinking a beer. 

Daria was 23, a year younger than Pat.  She had short brown hair with an olive complexion.  She was 5’4, with slender legs and a couple inches between her inner thighs.  Her ass wasn’t big, but was nicely rounded.  Her tight, slender stomach led up to magnificent, round tits.  Her jeans fit her nicely to go with the pink spaghetti strap shirt she had on. 

“Did you read the stories I sent you,” Daria asked.

“I did,” Pat said.

“That’s how I want you to treat me.”  The stories were mainly about a young girl that was kidnapped but some psycho and tortured and raped by him and/or more men.  The girls were always humiliated and degraded and treated like sluts.  Most of all, they were always restrained or tied up uncomfortably. 

“Treat me like you would treat someone you hated and wanted to make suffer.  And like, have me tied up all the time so that I’m always completely helpless.”  She said to him.

“Don’t worry I’m not going to take it easy on you by any means.”  He replied.  “How do you want to do this though?  Do you want to just start or do you want to pretend to have me kidnap you out in the woods or something?”  He asked.

“That’s up to you, I think the kidnap in the woods thing would be fun though.”  She said. 

“Alright let me just grab some things from downstairs and I’ll go hide in the woods,” he said.  He grabbed some bondage gear and put it in a bag.  He grabbed one of the shotguns for effect and ran down the path that led around the lake.  He stopped at the farthest point from the house and waited.

About ten minutes later, Daria was walking down the path.  The temperature was only about 45 degrees and if it wasn’t for her hair tie her hair would be blowing all over the place.  She had thrown on a sweatshirt to protect against the wind.  She wondered if Pat would strip her outside in the cold.  She shivered with excitement at the thought. 

Just as she passed a large rock, Pat crept out behind her and pressed the gun to her back.

“Freeze.  Put your hands up.”  He demanded.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”  She said, playing along with the acting and role play.

“What are you doing here?”  He asked.

“I was just passing through.”

“I don’t take kindly to trespassers, you will have to deal with the consequences.”  He said, still pressing the gun against her back. 

“What are the consequences,” Daria said.

“Turn around,” Pat said.  “Remove all your clothes.”

Daria shook with excitement.  The thrill of being helpless excited her.  She stared at the gun as Pat kept it up as encouragement.  It wasn’t loaded, just for show.  Daria grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head. 

“Wear should I put it,” she asked.

“Just throw it on the ground, you won’t be needing it anymore.”  Pat said.

Daria threw it to the ground and then pulled off her tank top, revealing her blue bra.  Her nipples were rock hard already from the cold air and the wind whipped at her bare back and stomach.

“Shoes too,” Pat said.  Daria kicked them off and removed her socks.  Her jeans went next as she shivered from the cold.  Her black booty shorts and bra were now all that she wore as her whole body was covered in goosebumps.  She was now very cold and the wind wasn’t helping.  Pat just watched with the gun pointed as she reached behind to unclasp her bra.  It too fell to the earth as her perfect, pink nipples popped out.  They were fully erect from the cold air.  She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them to the ground.  She now stood completely naked in the cold.  Every part of her body felt the chill.  She hoped they wouldn’t be out here much longer. 

“Turn around and put your hands behind your head.”  Pat said.  Daria did as she was told while Pat grabbed his bag.  He grabbed her wrists and handcuffed them behind her back.  A short hobble chain was connected to her ankles.  Pat grabbed a leather strap and passed it around Daria’s elbows before pulling it tight.  Her arms were pulled painfully back, thrusting her tits out.  A ball gag was shoved into her mouth.  Pat grabbed a collar and put it around her neck, locking it in place.  He attached a leash and they began the walk back to the house.  Daria continued to shake the whole way.

“Bet you wish you had clothes on don’t you slut?”  Pat teased her.  The short chain between her ankles made it difficult to walk.  Pat chose it because it would take them longer to walk back to the house, making her be naked in the cold for longer.  After five minutes they reached the house as darkness set it.  Daria was thankful to be out of the cold.  Pat grabbed her tits as he followed her into the house.  The gag efficiently prevented her from talking as he fondled her body.

Daria had butterflies in her stomach as they walked down the concrete stairs to the torture chamber.  It would be her home for the next four days and three nights.  Daria’s eyes widened as she couldn’t believe how complete it was.  The huge room had poured, concrete floors with grey stone walls.  There were rafters along the entire ceiling so ropes and chains could be tied to them.  There were so many different pieces of bondage furniture and sex toys on the shelves and walls.  Whips, crops, gags, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, everything. 

Pat led Daria under a pair of cuffs hanging from the ceiling.  He removed the strap around her elbow as well as her handcuffs, but her wrists were immediately attached to the cuffs above her.  Daria surveyed the room that was now her prison.  Pat stood behind her rubbed his hands all over her body.  There was nothing she could do to escape his hands with her arms tied above her.  It seemed like his hands were everything.  Fingers pulled and pinched her nipples, his hands squeezed her tits.  He slid his hand between her legs to play with her pussy.  Daria squirmed and whimpered as he played with her helpless, body. 

“Alright slut, were going to have some fun now.  I’ll show you what happens when you trespass on my property.  He pinched her nipples while squeezing her tits viciously.  Daria moaned into the gag and tried to wiggle free but it was no use.  Pat walked to the wall and pressed a button that operated the cuffs Daria was wearing.  The chain began to tighten and Daria felt the pull on her shoulders as she was forced up onto her tiptoes.  She struggled to ease the tension on her shoulders.  Pat came back with a riding crop in his hand.  He swished it through the air a couple times to let Daria see its flex.  It whistled as he swung and Daria was sure it would hurt a lot.  Her jaw ached from being stretched open by the gag.

Whap!  Pat brought the crop down across her right breast.  The loud cracking sound was followed by Daria’s muffled screams.  She squirmed in pain causing her feet to temporarily leave the floor.  Pat followed with a blow to her left tit.  Daria screamed into the gag again at the blinding pain.  For the next hour Pat tortured her with the crop.  He whipped her tits and stomach.  Then he moved behind her to whip her back and ass.  He whipped her up and down her legs.  Sometimes the blows would be in quick succession.  Other times Pat would wait as long as a minute before striking her again.  He kept Daria on her toes, literally and figuratively, the whole time.  Her nipples throbbed from being struck so much, as her tits were easily Pat’s favorite target. 

Pat moved behind her to fondle her tits again.  Daria’s skin hurt to be touched from the recent whipping but Pat didn’t care.  He played with her tits and cunt, making her horny once again.

“Did you enjoy that you little slut?”  He said while pinching her nipples.  Daria shook her head no. 

“Oh that’s too bad.  I really enjoyed it.”  Pat said, still toying with her nipples.  Daria squirmed but there was nowhere she could go. 

“I’m going to remove your gag now, you are not to speak unless I give you permission or ask you a question.  Is that understood?”  Pat said.  Daria shook her head yes.  Pat removed the gag and placed it on one of the shelves.  Daria stretched her jaw, thankful that the gag was no longer in.  The chain connected to her cuffs began to lower as Pat pressed a button on the wall.  The strain on her shoulders was removed as her feet came back onto the ground.  Pat removed the hobble chain on her ankles.  Daria debated trying to kick him but decided against it.  Pat grabbed a three foot spreader bar with cuffs on each side and brought it back over to where Daria was standing. 

“Spread your legs bitch.”  He said.  Daria shuffled her feet apart until the bar could fit in between them.  Her ankles were locked in, effectively keeping her legs apart to give Pat easier access to her shaved cunt.  Her feet were still flat on the ground, but Pat pressed the button to raise the chain, forcing her back up onto her tippy toes.  He resumed his position behind her and fingered her pussy.  Daria began moaning after a few minutes.  She writhed in his arms as one hand played with her tits and the other her pussy.  When Pat was sure she was good and horny he stopped, leaving her in frustration.  Daria panted, struggling to ease the strain on her shoulders and desperate to cum. 

“Well I’m going to go make some food.  But first, something to keep your mind occupied.”  Pat said with a devilish grin.  He grabbed a pair of steel nipple clamps.  Daria panicked at the sight of these.

“No, please.  Don’t put them on my nipples there too sensitive.”  She pleaded.

“Silence!  I did not give you permission to speak.  You do not get to make demands around here.  I am in charge.”  Pat yelled as he grabbed her face and stared into her eyes.  Daria remained silent for her own good.  Her nipples were already rock hard and she tensed up as Pat pinched the base of her right nipple and closed the clamp over it.  The pain was intense as the clamp bit down on Daria’s nipple.  She gritted her teeth and hissed in pain.  Pat repeated the process on her left nipple.  The silver chain that connected the clamps hung down, slightly tugging on the clamps.  Daria gasped at each jolting pain that went through her nipples.  Pat grabbed the chain and pulled on it.

“I own your body slut.  It is mine to do whatever I please to it.  I will torture you when I want to.  You will cum when I let you cum, eat when I say you eat, and sleep when I say you sleep.  For your earlier disobedience when I am done eating you will receive your first official punishment.  While I’m eating I’ll let you think about what that might be.”  Pat said and walked up the stairs up to the kitchen.

Pat began preparing his dinner, chuckling to himself as his current situation.  It was so exciting to have a young girl’s body his to do whatever he wanted to.  After he was done eating he went and got Daria’s clothes in the wood.  He checked his computer and had a beer before going back down to the dungeon. 

When he entered Daria’s head shot in his direction.  Pat ignored her pleading eyes as he prepared her next punishment.  Daria’s nipples had grown to a dull ache, but the swinging chain constantly sent jolts of pain through her nipples.  She tried to remain still, but the aching in her shoulders made her try to ease the strain on them, making the chain swing.

“From now on you will address me as Master is that understood slut?”  Pat said to Daria as he rubbed her pussy. 

“Yes…Master,” Daria said, looking down at her clamped nipples. 

“How do your nipples feel slut?”  Pat said while grabbing the chain again.

“They hurt very much, Master,” Daria said while wincing in pain.  Pat enjoyed her discomfort.  Without warning her removed both clamps.  Daria was thankful at first, but the blood rushing back to her nipples caused her all new experiences of pain.  Pat left her to squirm as he put the clamps back. 

“Time for your next punishment,” Pat said.  He grabbed a large vibrator from one of the shelves.  Daria briefly thought he was going to make her cum, but he said it would be punishment she thought.  Pat turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit.  He shoved two fingers up her cunt and slowly began fucking her with them.  Daria moan from the intense pleasure.  She felt her arousal coming back and tried to grind her pussy against the vibrator harder.  It was difficult and tiring tied up as she was.  Pat continued stimulating her pussy as her moans became louder and more intense.  Daria could feel her orgasm building up and could tell she was near her peak.  Just when she expected to go over the edge, Pat pulled the vibrator away and removed her hands. 

“NOOOOO!”  Daria yelled.  She was so close.  There was nothing she could to get herself off.  Pat smiled at her frustration as she looked so pathetic and horny tied up.  Daria yearned for him to play with her tits or use the vibrator again.  After a few minutes, Pat knelt back down in front of her.

As soon as the vibrator touched her clit Daria was moaning in pleasure again.  Pat moved his two fingers around in her vagina.  Daria writhed and screamed in lust as the vibrator did its work on her.  Just when she was about to cum again Pat stopped.  Daria screamed again in frustration.  Pat watched intently as she squirmed, sweating dripping down her body. 

And on it went.  For the next couple hours Pat would bring her right to the edge of cumming, and then deny her the sweet bliss of an orgasm.  By the time he was finished Daria was a horny wreck.  Tears streamed down her face.  Her nipples ached from being hard so long.  Her vagina burned with the desire to be touched.  Her legs could no longer support any weight at all, so her wrists bore the burden. 

“Like I said, you get to cum when I say you cum.”  Pat said while teasing her nipples.  Daria silently begged with her eyes.  It was no use.

“Time for bed, maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow.”  Pat said.  Daria slumped in despair at being denied for so long.  Pat removed the spreader bar and uncuffed her wrists.  Daria fell into his arms as he laid her on the ground.  He grabbed some gear from a cabinet and dragged her into a small cell off the room.  It was only 4 x 4 and there were no lights or windows in it.  It was impossible to escape from the inside, but Daria would be tied up securely nonetheless. 

Pat grabbed a long length of rope and proceeded to tie her wrists tightly together in front of her.  Using another length of rope he tied her tits in a breast bind.  It wasn’t too tight, but firm.  A belt was then buckled tightly about her waist.  The belt had two thin leather strands hanging down from it.  First though, Pat brought her wrists up and over behind her head.  He tied her upper arms together behind her head so that her triceps burned from being stretched to tightly.  It forced her big tits out, the rope binding them digging in a little harder.  The position of her arms was becoming extremely irritating.  Daria began to panic as her bondage became worse and worse.  Pat could sense her fear building, but he wasn’t close to finished.

He tied her wrists to the rope of her breast bind behind her.  If she tried to ease the pain on her arms, she would pull on the breast bind, hurting her tits. 

“Uuuhhhh,” she moaned in discomfort.

“Sit on your feet with your legs spread open.”  Pat demanded.  Daria did as she was told.  He grabbed some bondage tape and tied her thighs to her calves, using enough tape that she couldn’t break out of it.  Daria was now completely immobile, her arms and back muscles were screaming in pain.  She struggled to control her breathing.  Pat enjoyed the way her chest heaved as she breathed.  Pat grabbed the leather straps on the belt and brought them down in front of her between her legs.  Each leather strand was position on the inside of pussy lips.  Daria gasped as the strands were pulled painfully up behind her, digging into her vagina.  They were tied to the back of the belt, adding another element of pain to her bondage.  She pled with begging eyes but Pat ignored them.  Her breasts had swelled a little bit and her nipples were rock hard and bigger than she had ever seen them. 

“Now, I will give you a choice.  One of the very few you will ever be given.  I can either apply nipple clamps on you again, or you can choose to have an itching cream spread over them.  I’ll let you decide.”  Pat said.

“No please.”  Daria said.

“Choose.  Or I will use both.”  Pat said sternly.  Daria looked down at her nipples, trying to decide what would be worse.  The clamps earlier had made her nipples sore, she didn’t want to have to deal with clamps the whole night. 

“I’ll…I’ll have the itching cream, Master,” she said whimpering.

“Sure thing,” Pat said, grabbing the nipple cream.  He applied to two fingers and then spread it on the opposite hand’s fingers.  he slowly worked it into her nipples.  Some of the cream got on the area surrounding her nipples, but he didn’t care.  Daria looked on nervously.  Once Pat was satisfied he wiped what little residue was left on his fingers on her tits.  Daria waited for the cream to kick, sure that it would be extremely irritating.  Pat smiled as he knew it would only take about thirty seconds. 

Daria began squirming and squealing once the itching started.  It felt like her nipples were on fire. 

“No please.  Oh god.  It burns!  AHHHHH!”  Daria screamed.  The itching caused her whole body to squirm.  Her arms pulled on the breast rope, digging it into her tit flesh.  The movement of her legs cause the leather strands to dig into her vagina viciously.  Pat ignored her pleas and grabbed a large rubber ring gag.  Daria didn’t even struggle as he forced her mouth open and locked the gag in place behind her head.  Now all that could be heard was her muffled cries and panicked breathing. 

“That should give you something to think about for the night.  While you’re down here, locked up like a worthless, stupid slave, I’ll be upstairs, sleeping comfortably in my king size bed.”  Pat said.  Daria whimpered in self-pity as she watched him close and lock the large steel door, leaving her in complete darkness.

Pat strode upstairs and watched TV while he smoked a joint and had some beer.  It was one in the morning.  He settled down for bed, daydreaming about all the horrible things he would do to Daria tomorrow.

Daria on the other hand was in complete agony in her small, pitch black cell.  The itching of her nipples lasted well into the early morning.  The whole night she struggled in her bonds, trying to loosen them some way.  Her tits ached from being tied for so long.  Her pussy felt raw from the constant digging of the leather strands.  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop squirming as she constantly tried to find a more comfortable position.  Her jaw ached from the intruding gag.  Her arms and back muscles burned from fatigue.  It was unbearably hot in the small cell, and sweat poured out of every pore in her body.  All she could do was wait in misery for the morning to come.