MORGAN AND ME

BY KING LEOPOLD

I walked into the room where thirteen year old Morgan had been
waiting for me. She was in the same spot I had left her thirty
minutes earlier. What choice did she have bound and totally nude
as the day she was born. That's how I had left her.

She was facing the left wall of the room, about eight feet from
it. I had her wrists bound together behind her back along with
her arms at the elbows, pulling them painfully together. This
forced her shoulders back causing her to stand with the length of
her spine in an arched position, the way I liked to view my
girls.

I admired her as the arch in her back made it look as if she was
purposely trying to thrust forward her medium, grapefruit sized
breasts.

Her long legs were also roped together at both her knees and her
ankles.

Another rope had been folded in half an looped around her belly.
The loose strands of this rope were brought around to the front
of her waist, dropped through the folded loop and pulled down
between her legs where it was then pulled up her backside wedging
itself in-between the lips of her pussy. The rope between her
legs was pulled so tight that it felt as if it had burrowed
itself deep into her crotch. The loose ends had then been tied
tightly to the rope wrapped around her wrists. Any movement by
her arms would tug on the wedged rope between her legs.

The tightness of this belly rope also had the effect of squeezing
her midsection and restricting her breathing to shallow breaths
of air.

In her mouth was a large ring gag shoved up behind her teeth and
strapped in place behind her head, forcing her mouth wide open.
She hadn't got used to wearing it yet so she was drooling all
over her chin and onto her protruding breasts.

Around her neck was buckled a stiff leather collar with several
rings attached around it. A small pad lock insured that it
wouldn't be removed easily.

As soon as I entered the room she began making all kinds of
noise, trying to beg me to let her go, what did I want with her,
and why had I brought her here.? I say tried, because the ring
gag made most of what she was trying to say incomprehensible.

I just ignored her incensed begging as I checked the rope holding
her bound in place by pulling on it.

One end of the rope I pulled on was tied to the rope around her
elbows, pulling them back and upwards. While the other end was
feed through a pulley attached to the ceiling about two feet
behind her. The rope then ran across the ceiling above her head
to another pulley attached to the ceiling in front of her just
before the left wall. From there it angled back towards Morgan
where it was attached to the front of her crotch rope, pulling it
forward, burrowing the crotch rope further up into her sex. I'm
sure she didn't appreciate me tugging on the rope as she was
forced to stand balanced on the balls of her feet. My tugging on
the rope forced her to rock, upsetting her balance so she
struggled to maintain it. This also made her crotch rope dig
deeper into her cunt hurting her as I heard a painful moan escape
from her gagged mouth.

I walked over the wall where my collection of beautifully crafted
whips hung and I selected a leather riding crop. I showed her the
crop and asked her if she had ever been whipped by one. I watched
the fear grow in her eyes as she mumbled no tearfully through her
gag and began to beg me not to use it on her.

I began to caress her rump with the business end of the crop as I
listened to her pleas. Then I popped my wrist allowing the crop
to slap her ass. She jumped from surprise as far as her bonds
allow which wasn't very far at all and sucked in her breath. I
quickly slap her second time right next to where the first one
landed. The skin on her ass began to redden, showing the mark of
the crop.

With the second strike she found her voice and screamed and
jerked from the pain. I struck her a third and forth time on her
other ass cheek. Tears began to well in her eyes and soon
streamed down her cheeks as she increased her begged for me to
stop. She was crying and drooling through the ring gag as I
continued beating her with the crop. I smacked both ass cheeks as
well as the backs of her upper thighs continuously with expert
precision. Her white skin soon turned a crimson red as I worked
on covering the entire surface (like a painter covering his
canvas), with the beautiful red marks of the riding crop.

I worked the crop for close to twenty minutes on beating her ass
and thighs until no part of her white skin had been missed.
Morgan was now crying uncontrollably when I had finished. Hanging
the crop back in its place, I left her alone again to go for a
bite to eat, not returning for over forty minutes.

******

She had stopped crying by the time I returned her eyes puffy and
red and stood quietly. At least that was the way she was until I
entered the room again. Fear sprouted in her eyes as she turned
her head to watch me as I entered the room. She immediately began
to beg me to let her go and not to hurt her anymore.

I just chuckled as I slapped her ass with my bare hand when I
passed by her, and watched her jump from its sting.

She yelped and the resumed her begging through her ring gag
telling me she wouldn't tell anyone what I've done to her if only
I'd let her go.

I picked up my favorite whip. A short handled nine strand whip.
Morgan saw it and intensified her begging as the fear began to
choke her.

I stepped over to her and swung the whip. All nine leather
strands of the whip whooshed through the air to land partially
spread out on her beautifully rounded, budding right breast.

Morgan screamed like bloody hell through her ring gag. I gave her
a minute for her to settle down in order to catch her breath and
then struck again, this time the nine strands of whip landed
across her other breast.

Her screams got louder from the pain as the tell tale red marks
of where the strands had struck appeared upon her un-tanned white
flesh.

Each time I waited for her to catch some semblance of her breath
before I struck again allowing the strands of the whip to
criss-cross the first marks. Over a period of an hour I whipped
her breasts, targeting only them and nothing else. The thirteen
year old cheerleader screamed louder than any cheer she had
preformed and continuously until she was horse, and then screamed
even more as I flayed the whip across her breasts ten times each
for a total of twenty strokes before I hung up the back on the
wall.

Opening a drawer on a small table nearby, I pulled from it a pair
of alligator clamps attached to each end of a short chain. The
clamps were spring loaded with a strong spring and each had a
jagged set of inter-locking teeth. I stepped back over to Morgan
who was still bawling. Her eyes were but tiny slits from the
puffy swelling of her face caused by the crying.

Leaning forward, I placed my mouth over the nipple of her right
breast and began to suckle on it softly. It must of felt good to
her after being struck with the whip because she started to reign
in her tears. Though still weeping, she let a small moan come
through now and then as I continued to suckle on her tit. Soon
after, her nipple began to harden and felt like a small pebble in
my mouth.

I removed my mouth from her tit and before she knew what was
going on, I placed one of the alligator clips on it. The teeth of
the clamp bit down hard on the thirteen year old's nipple and
held fast as she howled like wounded animal and tried to shake it
off.

Of course there was no way that clamp was coming off until I
released it no matter how hard she shook her tits or begged me to
remove it. I new soon, the sharp pain will dull down to a
constant throb as she got used to it as I moved around to her
other side and began to prepare her other nipple for it's clamp.

As I began to suck on it I could hear her begging me, as she
cried not to clamp that nipple and to remove the other one. I
just sucked her tit until that nipple was hard despite her
protest and then clamped it. Again she howled and danced in pain
as the alligator teeth bit onto the small pebble of a nipple.

Taking a small thin rope I tied it to the center of the chain
attached to the alligator clips on her nipples. I then pulled the
rope out forward, the alligator clips holding tight to her
nipples as her small round tits stretched out into cones as I
tied the other end of the rope to the rope in front of her. You
know, the one tied off to her crotch rope.

I stood back and was admiring her discomfort at my handy work. I
was about to leave when I got a terrific idea. I went to the
other side of the room and retrieved a five pound weight.
Returning to the young teen, I hung the weight from the center of
the tit rope. Morgan wailed some more as the weight pulled her
tits out further by the alligator clips on her nipples. I then
left her in her misery as I went to wash up and rest.

******

For the next hour and a half, I watched the thirteen year old on
each of the four digital recording monitors as she squirmed,
trying to get comfortable with her tits stretched out painfully,
the crotch rope digging into her cunt, all the while, she had to
try and maintain her balance up on the balls of her feet.

I then returned to the play room where she involuntarily waited
for me. As soon as she realized I was in the room, she began to
plead with me again not to hurt her anymore.

I told her to shut up or she would be punished worst than what
she has already gotten.

She immediately quieted down as I removed the rope which was
holding the alligator clips attached to her nipples giving her
stretched breasts a reprieve. I then undid the overhead rope
attached to her elbow binds and the front of her crotch rope.
With that removed, she was able to set her heels down giving her
cramped calf muscles a rest.

Reaching over, I grabbed the alligator clips on her sore nipples
and gave them a quick tug and then I squeezed them both open
releasing her nips from their torment.

Morgan yelped for the pull I had given them, but she really
started to moan in pain as the blood rushed back into her tender
nipples causing them another sort of pain, if only for a minute
or two.

Next, I untied the rope around her ankles, but not the one around
her knees. Grabbing her by a ring attached to the front of the
leather collar, I pulled her forwards to a leather covered saw
horse. Morgan hobbled best as she could with her knees still tied
together over to the horse. I positioned her so she was standing
with the cross bar pressed against her lower abdomen.

Taking a pair of leather cuffs, I buckled and pad locked them
around each of her ankles. Then undoing the rope around her
knees, I forced her to spread her long legs apart and attached
each of the ankle cuffs to the opposite legs of the saw horse.

With that done, I then removed the crotch rope from between her
legs. She breath a sigh of relief and said thank you through her
ring gag. I just told her to shut the fuck up.

I now undid the rope holding her wrists together. Once that was
removed, I got a single arm sleeve made of high quality leather
and placed her hands, palm facing palm, fingers interwoven
together into the base pocket, effectively trapping them as I
buckled the wrist strap tightly.

I then removed her elbow ties, releasing them for a moment until
I brought the leather sleeve up over her arms and began to lace
up the sleeve from bottom, near her wrists, to top, up above her
elbows. As I worked the lace together, it forced her arms closer
and closer together until I had her elbows touching each other
inside the sleeve.

After I finished lacing up the sleeve, pulling it all together, I
took the two straps from under neigh the sleeve and brought them
up under her arms and over the tops of her shoulders to buckle
back onto the sleeve itself. This prevented the sleeve from
sliding down off of her arms.

Next, I pulled the large leather flap over the laces and shoulder
buckles, zipping it all the way up so that they were covered and
inaccessible. Two last straps buckled around her arms, one at the
elbows and the other over her upper arms. These were then secured
with small pad locks insuring that the sleeve could not be
removed without my master key.

Once I had that finished I pulled the ring gag out of her mouth
while warning her to keep quiet or else she would be punished
severely. With the ring gag out of her mouth she began to stretch
her jaw muscles from side to side trying to relieve the ache.

I also removed the stiff leather collar from around her neck.

I then grabbed a leather discipline hood and forced it over her
head. The hood fit tightly around her head covering all of it
except two eye sockets and open area in front of her mouth. There
were two small hard plastic tubes protruding from the hood at her
nose. The inside ends of the tubes I made sure went into her
nostrils so that when I gagged her again, she would be able to
breath through those small tubes.

The discipline helmet laced in the back from the top down to the
back of her neck. A built on collar buckled around her slender
neck covering the ends of the laces which I also secured with a
miniature pad lock to keep the hood from being removed. The use
of the locks insured her of the knowledge of how helpless she
really was.

Next I placed another gag into her mouth. This gag had a wide,
firm leather front which covered her mouth from cheek to cheek.
On the mouth side of the gag was a small rubber bladder. Morgan
tried not to allow it into her mouth, but with the wide leather
front of the gag pressed hard to face forced the bladder against
her mouth which she was forced to open allowing it to slip in. At
least it was not forcing her jaw wide apart like the ring gag
did.

Once I had the gag strapped tightly to her face and buckled
behind her head, I then picked up the palm pump. Morgan watched
without under standing as I screwed the rubber extension tube to
a small protruding nipple on the front of her gag. Once that was
done, I began to squeeze the palm pump. With each squeeze of my
hand, the rubber bladder in her mouth began to expand.

At first the stupid teen didn't realize what was happening, but
after about five or six pumps of the ball, the rubber gag
inflated and began to pin her tongue down as it filled her mouth.
I watched her eyes as they began to widen with every squeeze. I
kept squeezing the pump forcing her jaw wider apart as the gag
continued to expand and fill her mouth.

Morgan's jaw was restricted by the discipline hood as to how wide
it could expand as the pump gag filled her mouth, pressing
against the insides of her cheeks.

I watched in amusement as panic began to show in her eyes as she
thought she would suffocate, until she realized she could still
breathe through her nostrils.

Finished, I took the end of a cable which extended from a ceiling
pulley and attached it to a ring at the end of her single arm
sleeve. I pulled her arms up as I took the other end of the cable
and attached it to a small ring on the top of her discipline
hood. This forced Megan to bend forward over the saw horse with
her arms raised upwards behind her and forcing her to keep her
head also lifted upwards.

Next, I moved to the winch on the wall and began to crank the
handle. Turning the crank raised the overhead pulley higher.
Megan's arms were lifted higher as her body was forced to bend
even more over the saw horse. I could hear her moan uncomfortable
through the discipline hood as she had to strain to keep her
posture as her bound arms forced her to keep her head up
straining her neck.

Moving up behind her I placed my hands on her nicely round
buttocks and squeezed each cheek. My hands shifted around her ass
as I felt the firmness of her glutinous muscle. One hand worked
itself down between her legs and cupped her soft tender sex.

Moving my finger up and down between the fold lips of her pussy.
I could feel her getting wet. I slipped one finger into her. I
could tell she gasped as it slid in. I could feel the tightness
of her cunt as it clamped around my finger.

Some men like the virginal opening to be loose so their Mcocks
can slip easily in and out where as I enjoy a tight cunt, with
the fell of the virginal walls wrapped around my nine inch prick
like a hot wet glove.

I was shocked to find my finer stopped from entering fully as it
pressed against her intact hymen. Wow! This girl was still a
virgin. I was thrilled.

Pulling my finger out, I moved it upwards along her ass to the
beautiful rose bud of her anus. Pressing it to the hole I could
fell her tighten up her spinster muscle as I tried to intrude
into her with my finger. I pressed on as finger, lubricated with
the juice of her pussy forced it way past her spinster. A little
more pressure and I worked my finger into her up to the first
knuckle.

I could tell she was uncomfortable with my finger in her ass, but
I didn't care as I forced it further in feeling all around, until
my hand pressed against her anus as my finger looked as if it had
been swallowed up by her bung hole. I then pulled it out, very
slowly.

I got a new set of clips and attached them to her still tender
nipples. Unlike the alligator clips with the jagged teeth I used
earlier, these were Japanese butterfly clamps with blunt ends. I
clamped each of her nipples and watched her squirm as much or
should I say as little as possible as her bonds allowed.

Taking two small bells, I attached them to the ends of the
clamps. Then I took another two and a half pound weight and
attached it to the center of the small chain attached to each end
of the clamps. The thing about Japanese butterfly clamps, is that
the more weight you apply to them, the tighter they grip.

I took a second set of clamps, bells and weight and moving behind
her I used them to clamp upon her tender pussy lips so that they
were stretched downward.

Morgan's whole body quivered causing the small bells to tinkle.
But I wanted to hear them ring!

I moved to the whip rack and picked a leather covered wooden,
rectangular paddle. Standing behind her I flung the paddled
sideways and watched as it sank into both her ass cheeks with a
loud "whapp."

The bonds kept Morgan in place as the paddle bounced back off of
her ass. The bells attached to her nipple clips rank out as she
screamed into her mouth gag. With the gag in place her scream was
loud. I wondered how loud it would have been without the gag.
God, it almost made me cream in my pants!

I swung the paddle smacking her ass another seven times hitting
each cheek in succession three times each and across both cheeks
with the last strike as I had done with the first.

Morgan's body trembled in pain as she sobbed hysterically, but
was unable to move as her bonds held her tight.

By now my cock throbbed with a raging hard on as I watched the
helpless teen's ass quiver and turn her light skin a burning
crimson red from the beating I gave her.

******

I moved my hand to cub her mound and felt the wetness of her
puss. "Wow, you are one wet bitch in heat" I told her. I can tell
Morgan was confused and ashamed as her body betrayed her.

Dropping the paddle I yanked my eight inch cock out of my pants.
Standing behind her I rubbed the head of my member up and down
between her out stretched pussy lips. Morgan continued to sob,
now from fear of what was about to happen to her. But I wasn't
about to deflower her yet. At least not the way she was thinking.

As I rubbed my cock head up and down over her pussy, the moist
juices from her cunt transferred and covered my cock head
lubricating it.

When I thought it was sufficient, I grabbed her rounded ass
cheeks in my hands pulling them apart exposing her cute brown
wrinkly bung hole and placed the tip of my cock on it.

I could tell she was screaming no into her pump gag as I slowly
began to push my hips forward. She was going no where as the
bonds held her tight in place and the head of my cock stretched
her open as it began to move into her ass.

I continued to push ever so slowly and could feel my cock head
slip passed her spinster muscle. God she was tight!

Inch by inch, the shaft of my cock entered into her ass as my
bulbous snake-head worked its way deeper into her bowels. I could
feel try and struggle as my cock began to ever so slowly fill her
ass. She tried to tighten her spinster muscle to prevent me from
gaining access and then she squeezed, trying to expel my dick
from inside of her, but to no avail. I just held her by her hips
and forced my dong further and further in until I could go
forward no more. With my pelvis push up against her ass, my cock
was buried inside of her. I reached forward and grabbed her right
tit, squeezing it forcefully and said, "Damm your ass it tight
bitch. I love the way my cock feels up in side of you. Don't
you?" Morgan just sobs something in reply, but with her mouth
stuffed full of the pump gag, I had no clue as to what it was,
nor did I care.

"If you think it feels good now, wait till I rape your cunt." I
said as I quickly pulled my cock all the way out of her ass. She
must of thought for a moment that I was going to stop sodimizing
her when my dick pop out of her ass and she seemed to relax for a
second. That only lasted until I lined the head of my cock back
up with her little brown shit hole again and started to push,
forcing its way back into her ever so slowly.

Her body began to shake and her sobbing behind her gag increased
as she now realized her body belonged to me and there was no way
out of her predicament.

I continued to rape her ass for about fifteen minutes. I
repeatedly entered her very slowly until I my cock was buried
inside of her ass to the hilt with my balls slapping up against
her clamped pussy lips. Then I would completely pull all the way
out of her ass and then start the process all over again. I did
this until my balls just couldn't take it any more and I shot my
wad of hot sticky cum up into her bowels.

I left my dick in her ass until I was completely spent before
pulling out my now soften member.