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Story title : Cracking Cassandra - 1
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Cracking Cassandra - 1 (MF, nc, v, bd, S&M, tort)
by D. Pattern (discrete_x@hotmail.com)
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A female CEO of a tech company gets in the way of very
determined industrial spies.
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The parking lot was dark and covered with fog when she
finally stepped out of the building and locked the
front door behind her. The fog was so thick that the
parking lot lights where no more than dim yellow blobs,
and you truly needed to know where your car was parked
in order to find it. I knew where her was. I
intentionally parked the van beside it.
I could hear the clicking of her heels before she
emerged from the fog, no more than 8 feet away from me.
Long blond hair pulled into a pony tail, her figure
seemed even more slender and tall than her fit 5'8"
usually did. I startled her. good.
"What are you doing here?" she asks with some anxiety
when I step forward and quickly punch her in the
stomach. Though she has amazingly hard abdominal
muscles, the sucker punch did the trick, and she
crumples to the ground airless. I douse the rag with
the liquid, and attach it firmly around her mouth and
nose. Within a few seconds she's out. I drag her into
the van, lay her face down on a dirty mattress, and
handcuff her wrists behind her back, then her ankles,
and finally another cuff between those two.
One-two-three, hog tied bitch. So easy, so far. I
grab her head and pull it back enough to slip a ball
gag into her mouth, then slide the restraints over her
head and secure all the buckles. She is going to be
sooooo sorry.
I pick up her purse from the ground and place it under
her drivers seat. Then I make the call. Soon, the car
will be picked up, driven to her house, and neatly
parked. Three day weekends are a blessing, enough to
get what I want from her, and no co-workers to notice
any absence.
As I shut the van door, I think the drug's effect may
be weakening. Oh well. I drive out and head for the
secluded mountain house I've enjoyed occupying in the
last few months. After I get what I need I will really
need to get out of here, but the pay, and not to mention
the pleasure of tormenting Cassandra, is going to be
worth it.
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When I got here I refreshed the rag with some more
liquid, and knocked her out again. I dragged her into
the torture chamber I had prepared for all this time,
and stripped her. Then I sat her in a straight-back
wooden chair and began by handcuffing her wrists and
ankles to the chair. Next I used a strong nylon rope
to secure her legs to the legs of the chair,
practically encasing them from her ankles to the
midway point to her knee. I did a similar thing with
her arms, so that when she wakes up she'll feel as if
they were glued to the armrests. Finally, to ensure
head restraint I fashioned a noose, fit it around
her neck, and secured it to the back of the chair.
The noose was loose enough, but it implied severe
consequences in case she attempted to shift her torso
away from my administrations.
I stepped back and looked at her. As usual my lust
for her flared up quickly. Long legs with strong
muscles, built from many hours at the gym. A flat
muscular stomach, and between both areas a little
patch, barely visible from the way she was sitting,
of trim blonde pubic hair. Her face is absolute
perfection, presenting the high cheekbone structure
of her German parents. Big blue eyes set in a high
smooth forehead, and now I have let her long hair
loose of that pony tail.
My gaze followed her slender neck down to her most
delicious feature, a beautiful set of 36D breasts,
ripe and inviting. I accepted the invitation, and
went to work.
Placing the TENS units on the floor between her legs,
I rub the water soluble glue to her breasts, then
attach the electrodes on both sides of her nipples.
She is beginning to stir, so I quickly finish
attaching all the wires, and flick the unit on,
turning the dial to 4. Her eyes fly open with terror.
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5 minutes on level 4, and I can tell she is not
enjoying this. 3 minutes on level 5, 1 minute at 6,
30 seconds at 7, 20 seconds at 8, and 10 seconds
at 9.
I turn the dial off, stopping the TENS unit from
torturing Cassandra's breasts any longer. Her face
is hidden in sweat matted blond hair, her beautiful
body glistening with perspiration produced from the
pain my little trusty unit has been delivering her.
I grab a handful of hair in my fist and pull her
head up, so that her blue eyes are staring into mine.
Defiance! just like I hoped for, the more reason to
increase the level of punishment. "So, wasn't that
fun Cassandra? I so loved watching you while I
shocked your tits. I've been thinking of torturing
them for a long time now, and I hope it was as good
for you as it was for me.", I smile at her warmly.
She probably tries to curse me, but the ball gag is
doing a lovely job keeping her quiet. I go over to
the wall and pick up a crop, walk over quickly to her
and start thrashing her tits, just for the hell of it.
I make sure to only hit her tits, delivering my
strongest blows to her nipples. I stop at fifteen,
not because she's crying, but because her eyes are not
on me any longer. That really won't do. I pick up a
thick hypodermic needle, grab her by the hair and
present the needle just a few inches away from her
big blue eyes. "You see this, bitch? I want your
full attention. You took your eyes off me, and now
see what you've done?" and with that I slowly insert
that needle through her left nipple. She screams loud
enough to be heard through the gag. I'm impressed, so
I repeat the procedure with her right nipple as well.
She's really screaming now. I walk away from her to
examine all the tools and toys I've invested in.
Let's see, there's a bunch more hypodermic needles,
and I'm happy that she responds so well to those.
I was planning on using her nice big 36Ds for a pin
cushion. Then there's some long candles, and some
short fat ones, a whip, the crop, various clamps,
a paddle. I like getting value for my money, and
I'll be using them all on her. Plus, if it's all as
much fun as the TENS, crop, and needles have been,
then it really was worth it all.
I look at her eyes, those beautiful, big blue eyes,
and enjoy the look of shock and pain in them.
The tears have made them shiny, and I love the way her
mascara is dripping down her face. She looks so good
when she's in pain. It's time for more of that, so I
start fumbling with the TENS unit again, connecting
long thin wires all the way to the needles which are
embedded in her nipples. I kiss her on the top of her
head, and switch the dial to 4. She squirms in pain,
a little too squirmy, since we both know that she can
take much more current than that. I don't want her to
start involving any drama in this, and therefore reach
for the crop, determined to give us both a chance to see
her display and appropriate level of torment. After all,
you want to know that your victim is really experiencing
the pain you wish upon them, so I begin to bring the crop
down hard on the tops of her muscular thighs. After
twenty strokes I stop, turn off the TENS, and examine
the welts on her thighs.
I suddenly fear that this last beating has allowed her to
divert my attention from my main target - torturing her
tits. Bitch! OK, back to basics. I disconnect the wires
and start removing the needles from her nipples, except
that I do so in a slow deliberate motion, twirling the
needle around, in a way that I know is sickeningly painful
(at least that's how stronger, more experienced subs have
responded. And Cassandra's are virgin tits, having never
been tormented before). When I have pulled the needles
out I begin to suck on them, gently. I must admit that
these are some of the nicest looking tits and nipples I
have ever played with . They'll be so marked by the time
I finish. I keep on sucking, licking and nibbling on her
nipples, robbing some more of her dignity from her, since
it is obvious that she is getting aroused. After I feel
like her breathing patterns have changed from tormented to
pleasured, I know that it is time to go on. I grab two
strong nipple clamps and show them to her. Cassandra's
eyes widen in recognition, and seem to plead with me to go
back to vanilla sex, rather than use the clamps. I smile
at her, enjoying this so much, and attach the rather cruel
clamps to her nipples. Cassandra's brow furrows, but
that's not enough of a response, so I tug gently on her
clamps, then release, and the tug harder, and release,
and on, until finally her eyes shut tightly in response to
my tugging. Great! but once again, she took her eyes off
me. I love messing with my victims head, making sure that
they're in so much pain that they go crazy trying to avoid
all the different traps I lay for them, each with an
appropriate punishment. "oops, bitch, you're not looking
at me again. OK then, let's give you what you want,"
I whisper in her ear, real close, and watch her eyes pop
open in fright. God! this is so much fun.
I walk behind her, grab the back of the chair, and slowly
ease it down to the floor, so that she is staring straight
up at the ceiling. "Bye!" I say, but I don't really
leave, I just walk around so that I can see her bare feet,
but she can't see me. I remember that I really like feet.
She has really pretty feet, as opposed to other victims
of mine, and I wonder if they are really sensitive.
Not that ugly feet prevent any torture, but beauty has
always whipped up (literally) a psychotic fervency in me.
Well, some tootsie torture is what's in store, but she
doesn't know that yet. I take a needle and patiently
start to stab at different parts of her feet, which
wiggle madly in response, but to little effect, since
her ankles are tied so tightly to the legs of the chair.
Next, I pick a feather, and take my time tickling her
feet. I conclude that her arches are very sensitive,
her heels not too much, and her toes can take tickling
but really dislike being pricked. I switch back to the
needle for a couple of more minutes, spending my time
on her toes, trying to draw attention away from her
arches. The whimpering I can hear coming out of her
gag is a nice encouragement, so I go on, probably
stretching the toe torture bit to as long as five
minutes, though it's hard to follow time when you're
having fun.
By that time I'm convinced my next move will surprise
her, so I quietly reach for the crop, and bring a
first blow smashing down on her right foot, with a
backhanded motion. She screams, and I feel all warm
and happy that it had that affect on her. There's no
need for secrecy now, so I allow myself to move into
her field of sight, parallel to her feet, in order to
allow for better control. As my blows rain down on
her feet I watch her face, and I'm very happy to note
that even though her eyes are welling up with tears,
her face red from crying and screaming and choking on
the gag, she dares not look away from me.
I take my time, delivering strong blows to one foot
then the other. in a few hours her feet will be black
and blue with bruises, and I think I'll take her leg
bindings off. It'll just be funny if she tries to
hobble away, and cause me to work her whole body over
with a crop in retaliation. I keep a steady pace,
until it looks like any more blows will cause flesh to
fly off her feet, then I stop.
I walk over to her and lay down on the floor next to
her. I stroke her tear streaked face, and her golden
hair. She's looking at me sadly now, and I begin to
feel bad (just a little). She doesn't even now why
she's suffering yet, and that's a shame. I kiss her
cheek, and then yank the nipple clip off her left
nipple, enjoying the way her eyes grow large to that
sudden pain. I lean over her, and take that tortured
nipple in my mouth, sometime swirling my tongue around
it, sometimes biting it, and also sucking it hard.
I know that all three will be hard to bear, now that
the blood is rushing back into the nipple. After a
while I repeat the procedure on the right nipple.
Then I stop. I look at her face, and she looks back
obediently. I love how the pain digs itself into a
victims features, the skin glistening with sweat, the
matted hair, the furrowed brow, the pain filled wet
eyes. I place a clamp back on her left nipple, and
continue sucking her right one.
She's looking right at me, with a delightful expression
of frustration, probably due to the return of the clamp
to her other nipple. I keep this teasing and torment
for a long time, the clamp and sucking alternating
between her nipples, while she struggles to lock her
eyes with mine, daring not to incur any more
punishment. I smile at her as I roll her nipples
between my tongue and teeth. She is the most lovely of
victims. A perfect body deserves perfect torture.
I watch sweat bead up on her high forehead, proof of
the physical and mental exertion she's going through.
It mixes well with her tears. I don't even now how
long I've been doing this to her.
I get up, undress slowly, and grab some coconut oil.
I drip it between her tits, then I straddle her chest.
My dick is hard from all the excitement, and I put my
hands on each side of her tits and squeeze them lightly,
burying my dick in between. It's nice and slippery and
warm, and her tits are so soft between my hands. I tit
fuck her slowly, massaging her tits, pulling gently on
her nipples, getting them all hard between my fingers.
She is visibly relieved to be used this way, as opposed
to being tortured, and it gives her face the expression
of absolute delight with being tit fucked.
Ummmm, I like this, I keep going and just to increase
my pleasure and decrease hers (which turns me on even
more) I begin to inflict cruelty on her nipples.
I squeeze each nipple in turn, trying hard to make my
thumb and forefinger crush it. Then I pull the upwards,
extending them. My grip on her nipples is so strong
that her tits also begin to distend.
"I'm milking you bitch," I tell her, and laugh at her
pain. After a while I'm on the verge of coming, I let
go of her nipples and beat off over her face, knowing
that right now the rush of blood back into the nipples
is torturing her enough, and with that I grunt and
come, spurting my load on her nose, cheeks and forehead.
I get up and chuckle, and begin to apply some more glue
to her feet. In a couple of minutes the TENS unit is
ready for action, and I have to wonder how much damage
it will inflict on her feet, which are already swelling
up in response to my earlier crop work. "I'll be back
when I feel ready for that blowjob," I promised myself.
Now, I'm going to let you think of how you would
love to give me that long, wet sucking, and maybe this
will persuade you to plan the best work a slut like
you can offer", and with that the TENS is back on,
making the feet begin their mad squirming.
And the eyes. My come running down her face. Oh my.
The dial is turned down to 3 and then I walk away,
turning off the lights as I leave the room, closing the
door behind me.
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End of part 1...
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