Bondage/captkati
                                          Capturing Katie
                         She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever 
                come across in my whole life.  I took great delight in watching her 
                struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my 
                 every pleasure.  Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held 
                  above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by 
                strong nylon ropes.  Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her 
                 shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into 
                her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to 
               escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place.  Her breasts 
               were unusually large for such a young woman and it was those special 
                features that attracted me to her in the first place.  My eyes took 
                 in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her 
                 slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs.  Her 
                 legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped 
                and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result 
                  of her latest whipping.  The skin on her inner thighs, the area 
                 closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the 
                result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the 
               color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut 
                   of the whip had been laid down.  I took pride in my artistic 
               abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the 
                      beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high 
                 school.  Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with 
                 forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features.
                         Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I 
               had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her 
                 ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal.  
               The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off 
                 to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground, 
                forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart.  She was 
               pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way 
               she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was 
               by standing on her tiptoes.  But with her legs so unnaturally spread 
                   apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few 
                minutes...she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell 
                 in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and 
                                               legs. 
                         I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling 
                sorry for her.  I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon 
                her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in 
                front of her where she could see my face.  My hands reached out for 
                   and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her 
                  nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper 
                    hardness.  Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me 
                 pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to 
               run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body.  She had 
               been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time 
                 to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to 
                drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too 
                                     weak to scream and shake.
                         I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one 
                 slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that 
                 remained above her clean-shaven pussy.  Her body stiffened as she 
                felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt 
                 that I had come to know very well during the past few days.  Her 
               pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large, 
                about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her 
                  clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when 
                   erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood.  My 
                  fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she 
                  really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I 
               could.  I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female 
                   flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I 
                squeezed.  Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later 
                 this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for 
                          such work, I will give her cunt a full workout.
                        But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so 
                I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them 
                to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth.  
                She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking 
                 her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore 
                 feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag.
                         "Please, " she pleaded, "Please let me go...You've had me 
                 here three days already...what more do you want?  I don't think I 
                 can take much more of this.  I won't say anything to anyone, just 
                                            let me go!"
                        I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing 
                 the look on my face. I told her, "Keep quiet slut.  You tired of 
                 hanging there?  Well, tell you what I'm gonna do: how about if we 
                 make a little deal.  You're good at deals, aren't you?  How about 
                this one, then.  I'll let you down from there and let you put your 
                arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to 
                          say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard...Got it?"
                          She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind 
               started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my 
                            tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop .  I walked back and 
                poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop , lifting them up 
   with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side.  I let the crop rest on her nipple and
                               looked into her eyes.  She knew what 
                would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her 
                breasts with this same crop , drawing incredible screams from her.  
               There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where 
               I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl.  She looked 
                 at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her 
                  hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said "Baby, 
                                     please tie my tits hard." 
                         I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left 
                breast and told her to look at me in the eyes.  Her head tilted up, 
                she again asked me to tie up her tits.  What could I do?  Here was 
                 this pretty young girl asking me to tie her tits...I'm basically 
               a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and 
                 released the tension of the ropes.  She groaned with relief as I 
                 snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her 
                 legs and stand somewhat naturally.  Her wrists were still cuffed 
               totgether, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the 
                basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination 
                     table.  It was a table very similar to the kind found in 
                 gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather 
                  straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups.  I 
                think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she 
               groaned, "Ohhhh nooooo...." and vainly tried to resist my efforts to 
                get her up on the table.  Three days of severe treatment, however, 
                    had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was 
               impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the 
                  table and lie down on her back.   I began by strapping down her 
                waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and 
                slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her 
                 arms locked against her sides.  Two more belts were placed around 
                 her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively 
                  restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however 
                                              slight.
                         But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should 
                     fill you in on some background information.  My helpless 
                            little friend is Katie.  I saw little Katie 
                    for the first time in a restaurant where she was working as 
                  a waitress.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of her that night: her 
                beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts 
                   from my mind.  You see, I have this particular thing for young
                girls, but Katie was special because she also had big firm breasts 
                and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of 
                 her work blouse.  I don't think I tasted the food that night: my 
                 brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her 
                  better.  My fascination must have been obvious, because when a 
                busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said "Nice, 
                                               huh?" 
                       I nodded and said, "She is beautiful...I think I'm in love.  
               How long has she been working here?"  The idiot told me her name, and 
               mentioned that she lived in Bay Shore, about 5 miles away.  I hurried 
                up and finished my meal.  I probably spend too much money by going 
                 out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting 
               rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Katie and where they 
                 live.  Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting 
                Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet young thing up in the 
               phone book.  I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself 
                from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in 
                the van at home.  To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above 
                all else, patience.  Pick your target carefully and then take your 
               time...all the work pays off in the end: just look at Katie strapped 
                                down on the table...what a payoff! 
                                            The Capture
                       I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation 
                  Katie.  I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but 
                looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived.  Her 
               neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden 
                    by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long 
                  driveways.  There was very little traffic on her street and no 
                   streetlights.  Her house was about half of a mile away from a 
                  slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by 
              walking down an infrequently travelled path through some dense woods.  
                I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the 
               ten days before I intended to take her.  It was very easy to park the 
               van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and 
                place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could 
               watch the front door of her house.  This surveillance showed me that 
                she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always 
                 came home by herself.  Apparently she didn't have any boyfriends, 
                                      which was even better. 
                       Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of 
                  my watch.  She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after 
               spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front 
              door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.  
                I nearly shit!  The little bitch was going out of town and about to 
               ruin all of my plans.  I thought fast and acted even faster.  I took 
                off and raced back to the van.  I drove it to the street across the 
                 wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my 
               trapping gear.  I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding 
                and hoping that she hadn't left yet.  I lucked out and saw her car 
               still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights 
                off.  I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by 
                the side of the house in front of the car.  She would be coming out 
               any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the 
                porch to her car.  I waited a minute or two and then finally heard 
               the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking 
                down the steps to her car.  In a flash, I stalked her silently from 
               behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on 
                top of her as we both hit the ground.  She never knew what hit her. 
                       Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a 
                few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding 
               her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth.  She was 
                kind of dazed for a minute, and didn't start to struggle till after 
               the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because noone 
                could here her muffled screams anymore.  I punched the back of her 
                head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands 
                together, behind her back.  I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring 
               that she could not get away.  I took a strong rope out of my bag and 
                slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and 
                ankles together very tightly.  Her legs were bent back pretty good, 
               and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her 
               knees, forcing her legs together.  She was ready to be moved, except 
               for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked 
                her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my 
                                           waiting van.  
                        I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were 
                  coming down the street or that noone was walking their dog.  I 
                 quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door 
                 behind me.  This had happened so fast that she was still kind of 
                dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack 
                 her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk.  Snapping the lid closed, I 
                 piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and 
               crawled up to the front to start the engine.  I was soon out of that 
               neighborhood safely and on my way home.

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  I stopped for a minute at a 
               convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my 
                luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes.  I was home 
                half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could 
               finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment.  Beautiful Katie 
                                           was all mine!
                                      Welcome to the Dungeon 
                        After waiting for the garage door to close, I went into the 
               kitchen through the utility room and looked out of the window, making 
              sure that no cars had followed me.  Everything looked clear, so I went 
                 to the door that led into the basement, went down the stairs and 
               turned on the lights.  Another door, which was always kept locked and 
                 made out of steel, led down into the dungeon proper.  It took me 
               months of slow excavation to dig out a new and lower level, which was 
              where I kept my bondage equipment and the girls I played with.  I went 
               down into this chilly pit and turned on a few lights, ending up next 
                  to a table where I liked to put the girls for their preliminary 
               exercises and preparations.  After making sure all of the straps were 
               ready, I walked upstairs and returned to Katie waiting for me in the 
                 stuffy trunk.  She must have been really scared by now, because I 
               could hear her struggling as much as she could in the confined space, 
                trying to scream as loud as she could through the muffling gag.  I 
                  moved the boxes aside, unlatched the trunk and reached for her 
                                           helpless body.
                        She went rigid with fear as I told her, "Settle down bitch, 
                 the real fun hasn't even started yet.  Just wait a few minutes..."
                       I picked her up out of the trunk and carried her downstairs, 
              after slipping loose the ropes that tied her ankles to her wrists.  Su 
                Lin, of course had no idea where she was, but she at least knew she 
               was in some kind of building, especially when I carried her down the 
              stairs.  I could feel that her body was tense, her senses alert as she 
                tried to figure out what was about to happen next.  She soon found 
               out.  I laid her down on the table and quickly slipped a strap around 
                her neck that secured her head to the hard, heavy table.  I reached 
                 under her back to unlock the cuffs in order to secure them to the 
               straps that ran from the upper corners of the table.  I expected her 
                to struggle once her wrists were freed, they all did, and Katie was 
               no exception.  A few quick slaps on the face stunned her long enough 
               for me to secure her arms, after which I slipped new ropes around her 
                ankles and secured them also.  I untied the straps across her knees 
               and pulled on her ankle restraints till her legs were tightly locked 
                                into place and very nicely spread. 
                          I could tell that she was really nervous now.  She was 
               probably expecting to be raped after I had tackled her to the ground 
               in front of her house.  But she could tell that more than a 'simple' 
                 rape was about to happen: she had been kidnapped and tied to this 
               table for more than forced sex.  I talked to her while I removed her 
                 hood and gag, since sometimes seeing what is about to happen can 
                 really scare the shit out of them, especially at the beginning of 
                 their training period.  I had a fierce-looking leather mask on to 
               protect myself and her eyes widened with shock and fear when the hood 
              slipped off and she looked around the room.  The first thing she tried 
                to do was lift her head to look down at her legs, but she couldn't 
                             raise her head enough to get a good look. 
                          "Don't worry my little slut, your legs look just fine.  
                   They'll look even better once I get your clothes off, bitch."
                          I used a sharp pair of scissors to cut through the thin 
               material of the cotton skirt that she wore, leaving her in pretty red 
              panties.  With her legs spread so wide, I could clearly see the outline 
              of her sweet pussy through the shear material.  I let the blades of my 
               scissors run along her crack, teasing her tender mound with the sharp 
                ends through her panties.  I opened the scissors and let one blade 
              slide about an inch into her hole.  She pleaded, "Oh please, don't cut 
                me down there!  PLEASE!!!"  Of course I would never damage a hole I 
                 planned to use, but it was nice to let her think that I would.  I 
               pushed the blade in a little deeper, till the only way I could get it 
              in farther would be by slicing up her tender pussy a little.  I kept it 
                there for a few seconds, then eased it back out in order to cut her 
               panties off.  She sighed with relief when she realized her vagina was 
               not about to be sliced and diced.  I also removed her blouse and bra 
              very quickly, her nice tits still firm and pointing straight up.  They 
               were real beauties and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them, but I 
               like working on a new girl's pussy first - it's alot more humiliating 
                                             for them. 
                      I was very impressed with her cunt: she had nice full lips and 
                a rather large clit.  I like my girls this way; makes it easier to 
               clamp their cunts when you have more flesh to work with.  I was going 
                to have to trim away some of that thick black hair, though, since I 
               like to have them clean shaven - comes out better in my pictures that 
              way.  I used the scissors to trim down her long bush, cutting as close 
                as possible.  I made sure, though, to keep a dark triangle patch of 
              hair above her cunt lips.  I brushed away the lose hairs, and proceeded 
               to lather her pussy up with shaving cream in order to finish the job 
              right. I used a straight razor, and holding it firmly against her pussy 
               area, warned her, "Don't make a move, stupid, or this damn thing just 
               may slice up some of that pretty pussy."  With the practiced touch of 
                 an experienced barber, I carefully shaved away all of her pubes, 
               leaving her cunt as bare as the day she was born, except for a small 
                                       patch above her lips.
                        I placed a mirror above her waist and angled it so that she 
                   could see what her slit looked like without hair.  She seemed 
              rather taken aback, and felt extremely humiliated since her pussy lips 
                now seemed larger than usual without the protection of her pubes to 
               shield them.  Her cunt was very puffy, her lips pouting and her clit 
              getting semi-erect.  The slow shaving and the feeling of the cream had 
              slightly aroused her.  I cleaned her up with a towel, and to arouse her 
              even further, I gently blew across her newly shaven mound.  She started 
                to moan slightly and to slowly start grinding her hips as the cool 
                sensation of my breath touched her bare, wet lips.  I could see her 
              getting more and more aroused, her clit starting to expand to its full 
               size and a few drops of cuntjuice glistened along her inner lips.  I 
                tenderly put my fingers on her cunt and used them to push her pussy 
               lips open, exposing the deep pink hole beneath.  I blew more air over 
              her lips and into her hole while my index finger started to gently rub 
              the clit that was now starting to poke out from beneath its hood.  She 
                was really starting to get off, her hips rocking and her ass cheeks 
              clenching while the pace of her breathing quickened.  There was a blush 
               spreading across her face, and her nipples were also starting to get 
                                               hard.
                      I kept up the manipulation of her pussy for a few more minutes, 
               until I felt that she was on the verge of coming.  She was soon about 
               to learn that she wasn't here for fun and games.  While my right hand 
              kept her pussy happy, my left hand reached for a pair of pliers that I 
               kept on a shelf beneath the examination table.  Not able to raise her 
               head, she didn't see as I moved the heavy steel, sharp-toothed pliers 
               towards her hot and defenseless cunt.  Without any warning, I cruelly 
                gripped her hard and aroused clit in the cruel jaws of the pliers, 
                 squeezing as hard as I could.  She went from pleasure to the most 
              severe pain she had ever felt, instantly.  Her body stiffened, her toes 
                 curled tight and her hands clenched into fists.  She screamed and 
                screamed, but I kept up the tight pressure and piercing pain on her 
                  sweet clit, even pulling the pliers towards me, stretching her 
               tender clit flesh tight.  She tried raising her ass off the bench to 
               lessen the terrible strain on her clit, but the more she arched, the 
                   harder I pulled, till eventually her clit was stretched to an 
              incredible length, near double its usual one-inch length.  I reached up 
                with my free hand to her left breast, and gripped her tender nipple 
              with my fingers, pinching as cruelly as possible.  This brought forth a 
               new urgency in her continual screaming.  I could see her shaking with 
             the pain and there was a complete look of agony and terror in her face.  
                Poor bitch, I thought, in a few days this kind of treatment will be 
              nothing compared to what she will have endured in later sessions. After 
               a few minutes of torturing her clit and nipple, I released the tender 
              flesh and watched as she slowly calmed down and recovered from the pain 
                                           she had felt.
                       "Just think, my little slut-bitch, a few minutes ago you were 
               about to come, but got intense pain instead.  Just think of that next 
              time you start feeling good.  By the time I finish with you, you'll be 
                              coming every time I do what I just did."
                       She was dazed and confused; I could see it in her eyes.  Her 
                breathing was getting back to normal.  She must have been wondering 
              what kind of man would want to do this to a sweet young girl like her.  
              What really got to her, though, was the unwelcome realization that the 
               evil abuse had started to slightly arouse her.  Underneath the pain, 
               she had felt a stirring in the deep nerves of her cunt and tits, and 
              this was something she couldn't understand.  She had liked the way her 
              first boyfriend had treated her in bed: he was very rough, slapping her 
              ass and pinching her nipples hard while fucking her.  But this kind of 
                    abuse was totally different.  Simply put, she was confused.
                       I decided it was time to introduce her tits to the concept of 
              severe pain.  I roughly mauled and handled her fleshy mounds, admiring 
                their firmness and roundness.  She had large tits for such a skinny 
                 little gal and I knew they would turn up great in the pictures I 
              planned to take.  My fingers grazed her nipples gently, circling around 
              the tan areola of each breast, till her nipples were up and waiting for 
                 abuse.  I literally shook with lust as I squeezed her tits.  Her 
              nipples were very long, just perfect for clamping, so I figured it was 
                  about time to introduce her to my steel clamps.  For her first 
               experience, I planned to use a pair of spring clamps with very sharp 
                teeth.  The end of the clamp had a ring so that I could pass a cord 
                through it and force her tits up by pulling on them with cords.  I 
                reached for the clamps and brought them up to her face, so that she 
              could see what I was about to use on her.  I liked the look of fear on 
                her face when she saw the sharp, serrated edge of the clamps and I 
              could tell that she seemed to have an idea what they would be used for.
                        She started whimpering, "Please...please...don't put those 
              things on me!  I'll do anything you want.  I'll blow you, let you fuck 
              me wherever you want, but don't put those on me!"  I loved to hear her 
                  plead and it made me feel great that this slut, who 2 hours ago 
                wouldn't have looked at me twice, was now begging me to fuck her.  
              Amazing what a little bit of pain can do - it's alot easier than buying 
                      them drinks at a bar and hoping they'll fuck you later.
                       I wasn't in the fucking mood, though, so I ignored her offer 
              and proceeded to clamp her hard tit-tips.  I slipped one clamp over her 
                right tit, easing on the pressure slowly so that she could feel it 
               gradually squeezing and cutting into her tender flesh.  By the time I 
               let go, she was vainly trying to shake the clamp off by bouncing her 
              tits around.  But this clamp was tight, and the shaking only increased 
                 the pain she felt.  I quickly attached the second clamp, and this 
               brought forth new screams as the nerves in her nipples felt something 
               they had never felt before: severe, crushing pain.  The teeth of the 
                clamps were doing their job magnificently, cutting into the tender 
               flesh and forcing out minute drops of blood.  I held the clamps in my 
               hands and slowly raised them away from her chest, pulling her nipples 
                into tight, painful cones.  I connected each clamp with a cord that 
               came down from a ceiling pulley system while she watched in dismay.  
              She realized what I was up to when she saw me turn a crank that pulled 
                on the cords that held her clamped nipples.  After a few turns, her 
               tits were slowly being pulled skyward, increasing the pressure on her 
                nipples and bringing out a fresh round of screaming from her crying 
               face.  I loved the way she looked now.  Her legs were tightly spread, 
              with her pussy recovering from the abuse her clit had endured, and her 
                 tits were pulled up tight and hard, making them look unnatural as 
                 though they defied gravity.  Best of all, though, was the look of 
              absolute terror that blanketed her face.  She was slowly realizing that 
              she might not get out of this in one piece; that she had met a man who 
               got off on torturing women, and that she was in for nothing but abuse 
              and torture for the rest of her life.  Yesterday, she was nineteen and 
               had felt that the world was before her.  But now she was nothing more 
               than a pair of tits, a cunt and an ass for any man to abuse and use.  
                         She was starting to break down mentally under the assault 
              inflicted upon her tits and cunt.  I decided to let her contemplate her 
               situation, so after a few more cranks on the pulley to really stretch 
                her tits, I left her alone and turned off the lights.  I was hungry 
                 after this hard days night, so I went upstairs to the land of the 
              living and made myself a sandwich.  Katie's abuse would continue after 
                                a light snack and a couple of beers.
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