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Al McNeely
by L J J Hanson (1989)
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A teenage boy is taught all about sadomasochism by a
neighbor man, experimenting with young girls in the
neighborhood. (Mm/f, ped, nc, d/s, bd)
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He was watching her the day the strangers moved into
the old McNeely house. It was a large, rambling house:
Mr. McNeely had spent a lifetime adding onto the old
house until it looked like a strange hodgepodge of
strangely connected buildings. Others in the
neighborhood thought Mr. McNeely was a strange, evil
man. He was a loner, but he had been my best friend.
Al McNeely was the man who showed me things that most
people have never even imagined doing. I first met Al
when I was about 14 years old. I was pretty much on my
own at that age. My fucking parents were drunk most of
the time and didn't seem to care about what I did... as
long as I wasn't caught by the cops.
I was looking around the neighborhood for a house to
bust into when I ended up at Al's. I was poking around,
when the back door slammed open and Al came out with a
gun. He motioned me into the house with the gun and
said, "Get in here right now, punk. Or I'll blow your
fucking brains out!"
What could I do?
I went in. Al led me to the basement and told me to
sit. The room was dark but I could tell this was no
ordinary basement. Al said, "I know you, kid. You live
up the street, don't you... Yeah, I've heard about you.
Think you wanna rob this place now?"
Before I could answer, he said, "Come here kid, I want
you to see something. C'mon..."
Al stepped into a doorway and unlocked the door with a
ring from his belt. The first thing I saw was a girl in
the middle of the room under a pair of bright, hot
lights. Her wrists were bound tightly together and both
were pulled up towards the ceiling by a rope on a
pulley. Al basically had her hanging in the air... she
was stretched pretty good.
I could see her muscles quivering and cramping with the
strain of hanging from her wrists. Her ankles were
secured by straps bolted into the floor and the
spreader bolts had stretched her legs so that her cunt
and ass were completely accessible by hand, dildo or
cock.
She was a lovely girl. Al had called her Monica and
said she was only 16 years old. She had a very sweet
body: a pair of 38-C tits, a nice shapely ass and long,
tight legs. She had once looked sweet and innocent but
now she was looking scared and in pain. Al walked up to
her and grabbed her long, curly blond hair in a fist
and yanked hard. "Brought a visitor, baby. He's gonna
see a really nice show, too. Remember what happened
last night, bitch! Well, you're gonna get it again and
worse!"
Al quickly shoved a long dildo gag into her mouth. She
struggled, but Al skillfully forced her mouth open and
shoved the dildo deep until her mouth was too stuffed
to scream. By the look in Monica's eyes, I could tell
that she knew what was coming when Al pulled a long
piece of thin nylon rope out of his jacket pocket. The
girl hopelessly struggled, she even tried shaking her
tits wildly, straining to avoid the pain of the ropes.
But Al, like an old pro, deftly grabbed a tit by
gripping her left nipple in a tight vise-like grip and
pulling her tit out, away from her chest.
Monica screamed when Al stretched her firm young tit to
its fullest length. Al ignores the feeble moaning
coming from the gag and slowly ties her tit with the
rope. He wraps the rope tight, making her tit bulge out
like a balloon. The large, erecting nipple points out
proudly, just begging for attention. And that was one
nice thing about Monica, she had very large nipples -
at least one inch long and almost one half inch thick.
Big nipples, perfect for clamping.
Al, however, was tying up her right tit in the same
tight bondage. Monica's tits were really starting to
hurt now. And the poor girl knew from previous
experiences that the pain in her tortured hoots would
only get more painful as time went by. After tying her
tits tightly, Al abused her nipples with sharp clamps.
He grabbed a nipple, rubbed between his fingers and
even bent down to suck it once or twice. After he got
it nice and hard, he slipped a sharp-toothed clamp over
her nip and screwed it down.
Monica was soon squirming again, as she felt the awful
clamp bite into her tender nipple flesh. Her poor
nipple was severely clamped and almost pierced by the
sharp teeth of the clamps. Al tightened a clamp around
her other nipple, even tighter. Monica just hung there,
her tits burning with pain, wondering if the tight
ropes and the severe nipple clamps would force blood
out through her tortured tit-tips.
Al wasn't done with her tits, however. He attached a
length of twine to the end of each nipple clamp and
looped this twine through another set of pulleys
hanging from the ceiling. By hanging weights onto the
end, he could force the clamps to slowly starting
lifting Monica's tits towards the ceiling. With enough
weights on, her tits could eventually point straight
up. And the clamps on her nipples were designed to
pinch tighter as the pull on the rope increased. Al
stuck a few weights and sighed with satisfaction as he
worked a response out of the poor girl. As more weight
was added, her nipples were further crushed by the
cruel teeth of the clamps. Her tits were being pulled
up and stretched out. She moaned with agony and
helplessly shook in her bonds. Every move she made,
though, only made here tits bounce & quiver more.
Just watching this girl having her tits abused really
turned me on. I could feel a bulge growing in my pants
as my eyes took in the sight of a young girl having her
tits cruelly tortured. This was the most pain her
young, developing body had ever felt. And I liked
seeing that. I noticed that Al had been watching
closely for a reaction from me. So, to show him how I
felt, I walked up to where the girl hung from the
ropes.
I slid my hand up to her tits and squeezed the heavy
undersides. I pinched and prodded the abused tit flesh
with my fingers. I let my other hand slide down her
back, from the top of the shoulders down into her ass
crack. I fingered her asshole for a moment and let my
hand wander down even further. I could feel her body
shudder from the dangerous grasp of my hands. I stopped
manipulating her breasts and concentrated on the furred
lips of her cunt.
I looked over at Al and he just kind of looked at me
with a "Be my guest" look. With his approval, I went
into full action. By this time, my left hand had been
rubbing her slickening cunt lips while my right toyed
with her clit. After a little time, Monica, much to her
shame, began to juice noticeably. Her pussy was getting
turned on from my touch, even though her tits were
still feeling the worst pain of her life and realizing
that her wetting cunt was proof of how much she liked
this, she hung her head in shame. Monica wondered, "How
could I be getting so hot? Here I am getting tortured
by a couple of maniacs, and my body seems to like it!"
Monica may have been surprised, but Al wasn't. He was
pretty experienced with this kind of stuff, and he knew
that after a few days of severe physical pain, combined
with a lack of sleep and the added psychological
pressure of not knowing how long she would live, most
girls ended up turning onto the pain. Humans are
wonderfully adaptable. Put a young girl without any
experience of hetero sex in an environment of strict
bondage and severe discipline, and she would eventually
respond by learning to get turned on with pain. "If you
get em young enough," says Al, "you can train them to
accept anything. And there are plenty of men in this
world who will pay plenty for a well trained young
teen."
As I was to learn, Al never needed a 9 to 5 job because
he made his living by training new sex slaves and
selling them to the highest bidder. It's a great job
with a lot of piercings, when you think about it. You
get your pick of all the sweet meat around, get to
abuse and fuck them repeatedly and then sell them off
when you're finished. If you get a really good one, you
can keep her around for a little longer and then sell
her when she doesn't scream as much as she used to.
Monica's pussy was really creaming now, and my rubbing
and pinching had slowly pushed her beyond a mere
wetness: she was softly moaning with pleasure, and
moving her hips against my thrusting hand. I had
slipped three fingers at once into her tight cunt while
my other hand rubbed her clit and fingered her pretty
pink lips. She was soon coming against my hand, but my
fingers kept on working while her cunt flooded my hands
with its juice.
I kept working on her cunt till she had finished
coming. I could tell that the force of her cum had
drained her. She now hung very limply in the ropes -
all resistance was gone from her body. The pleasure,
along with the pain to heighten it, had finally broken
her independent will. Al and I could now do as we
pleased with her. And we did.
Al walked over to a cabinet, opened it and reached for
something in the back. He had picked up a riding crop
and brought it to me. "You handled her cunt pretty
good, but can you give this little slut what she really
needs? I wanna see you whip her, especially the tits.
Remember to concentrate on the undersides of her hoots,
that's where they're most sensitive. Do this and you
prove to me that you're ready to join my little club."
With these words of encouragement ringing through my
ears, I took the whip and approached poor Monica. She
hung there senselessly, oblivious to all around her. I
soon changed that, though. My first blow landed right
on the bottom of her big left tit. The sudden shock of
pain slowly brought her back to life. Her pain and
agony intensified as I directed more blows to her body
and put more energy into every stroke of the crop. She
was soon shaking again, with the gag frustrating her
desire to release a really good scream. If she could
only scream, she would be able to release some of her
agony. But being forced into a mumbling silence while
being severely abused heightened her sense of fear,
pain and frustration.
I kept whipping her writhing body, sometimes directing
a lash to her ass, back or thighs. I even walked around
her and whipped her reddening cunt with the crop for a
few minutes. This attack provoked an even greater
response. As the blows fell on her screaming pussy
lips, Monica felt herself starting to feel aroused
again. Every now and then, a blow fell on her clit and
even this abuse heightened her arousal. She was soon
coming again as I kept the crop slamming into her
twitching cunt.
After 15 more minutes of whipping her, my arm grew
tired and I put the crop down. I felt drained myself. I
had made this girl come three times with her tits tied
up. I had even abused her cunt severely, but she
managed to come again. What a good little girl, I
thought. I couldn't wait till Al showed me what other
things could be done to her.
It was at this time, with my dick threatening to bust
through my pants that I decided to dedicate my life to
the challenge of following in Al's footsteps. He had no
son, and I had no real parents, so it was a pretty good
deal for the both of us. It didn't turn out good for
Monica, though. In his eagerness to show me the tricks
of the trade, Al took Monica into a more accelerated
and intense training format. She would be introduced to
new and more painful forms of torture sooner and with
more intensity than the average girl. She would have 9
months worth of pain in about three.
Al was hungry, so we went to eat lunch in the kitchen.
We just left Monica hanging from the ropes, her tits
still tied and clamped. As Al prepared grilled cheese
sandwiches, he told my about Monica's next encounter.
He explained how much electricity can hurt a girl if
it's flowing through her cunt and tits. With a few feet
of wire, a fully charged car battery and some
strategically placed electric clamps, you could have a
girl jumping and screaming in seconds. I eagerly
awaited a demonstration of this new technique.
I hung around with Al for the next couple of days, my
parents never even noticed I was gone. They must've won
a lottery or something, because they had money for some
decent booze, not the nasty shit they usually got.
Knowing them, it would take them a few days to kill it
all, but they would drink nonstop until they went dry.
That meant I didn't have to worry about them for a
little while. My next three days of life were very
interesting. I learned a lot of things about the female
body and had complete access to Monica's cunt or ass. I
fucked and tortured her as I pleased. The best, though,
was when Al showed me what happens to a sweet, young
slut when you pour a few volts into her tits, pussy and
ass.
After lunch, on the first day, Al showed me his
electrical gear. He had shifted Monica into a better
position for the experiment in pain. Monica was looking
groggy, with a dazed look in her eyes. She was wearing
out quickly. The pain and lack of sleep were driving
her beyond the edge and she knew she couldn't take much
more abuse. We bound her tightly to a specially built
table. Al had her lay down on the table, tits up. First
he had restricted her head and neck with heavy leather
straps. He then passed more around her waist, cinching
tight until her waist was tightly tied down to the
table. She wouldn't be able to mover her upper body at
all and she lost the use of her hands when Al cuffed
them to the table sides.
The table, however, had been cut short so that Monica's
ass was hanging off the end of the table. Al had
mounted two lead pipes, at the tables end, standing up
in the shape of a 'v'. Monica whimpered pathetically as
Al and I proceeded to tie her legs to the spreader
poles. We tied down her ankles, knees and thighs. By
the time we finished strapping her down, Monica had
lost her ability to move or resist our plans. And the
look in the young teens face clearly expressed a look
of horror, bewilderment and unbridled fear.
In the few days that she had spent under the
ministrations of Al, and now his new helper, Monica had
come to learn that if the bondage was tight, the pain
would be terrible. Al liked to strap down his trainees
real tight when he was introducing them to a newer,
more painful form of abuse; that way they couldn't
squirm around and distract him.
My dick got hard as I stepped back and looked at the
young, hot babe strapped securely to the table. Her big
tits were quivering and bouncing with each breath of
the nervous girl. She was breathing heavy and fast,
completely flushed and humiliated. She felt like a
piece of meat on a butchers block. No matter how hard
she tried, she couldn't move one bit.
She was having a hard time breathing since the waist
belt was so tight it tended to cut off circulation. But
Al would rather have her held tight and put up with
suffocating than taking a chance on her escape. I
looked at those tits, bouncing around so freely, and
decided to take care of them. I picked up a long length
of a very narrow, but strong, nylon rope. Al had told
me to use this type of rope on her because a narrow
rope hurts tits a lot more than thick ones, since
thinner ropes tend to 'cut in' to the tit flesh.
I took a tit in hand, then wrapped my first loop around
it. I started wrapping and tightening the rope close to
the base of her breast. I wanted to tie as much of her
big tits as I could and I had plenty of rope. Her tit
was soon bulging like a balloon, but that didn't stop
me. I started to loop more rope around her tit, this
time about halfway up the length of the tit.
I wanted this second rope to cut her young tit in half,
so I tied it even tighter than the lower rope. Monica
started screaming with real intensity after the second
rope was in place. Her jugs had never been so abused
before. The contrast between the shooting pain in her
right tit and the unmolested left tit was a strange
feeling. But it soon disappeared since I had more rope
for her other tit.
While applying these, the panting young teen started
screaming really good. She got so noisy that we had to
jam the dildo gag back down her throat. It was easier
to work in the sudden quiet, so I decided to try out
one more thing on her subdued hoots. I took out some
fishing line and cut off some short lengths. I made a
good fisherman's knot and slipped it over her bulging
and fully erect nipple. Monica's nips were huge for
such a small girl, and her tits were also especially
large.
The fishing line, when tightened, closed down on her
tender nipple flesh. I pulled it as tight as I could...
and saw that Monica was just shaking with the pain. I
tied her other nipple in the same way. Amazing what a
little bit of strategically placed rope could do to a
young teen. She just laid there, her eyes partially
closed, gagged and breathing heavily through her nose.
Her body shook with occasional spasms, the result of
the tight restraint applied to her big tits. She seemed
to be drifting off into her own world of peace and
pain.
"Time to shock her back into the real world, boy," said
Al. "We don't want to completely destroy her mind, just
bend it a little. We have to keep her focused on this
dimension and I just happen to have a foolproof way to
rivet her minds attention on her body."
Al started arranging his electrical equipment on the
floor and table. He had a bunch of metal clamps, cunt
and ass probes, and lots of wire in a large toolbox. Al
showed me how to connect a heavy gauge wire to one of
the specially designed alligator clips. He put this
clamp on her nipple and turned the special screw that
tightened the clip on her nipple flesh. As Monica felt
the sharp clips bite into her nipple, she started to
moan even louder.
Under the intensity of the pain shooting through her
abused jugs, Monica could barely think straight. She
accepted the added pain of clamps on her nipples, in
fact, after hanging around Al so long, she had come to
expect them. But she wasn't expecting what was to come
later. Never in her scariest nightmare had Monica ever
thought that a crazy man like Al would send heavy volts
of electricity flowing into her body. She would soon
see exactly how far a certain kind of man could go in
his desire to abuse young female flesh.
Al clamped her other nipple in the same way and then
connected the wires from her nipple clamps to a
specially designed control board. This board, with
knobs and switches, was in turn connected to a wall
socket. Al stepped back from the helpless cunt and
showed me how the control board worked. First, he
flipped the switch that sent the flow of electricity
into her nipples. By turning the knob, you could
increase or decrease the voltage going into her body
through her clamped nips. Al grinned and watched Monica
as he slowly turned the knob, increasing the flow into
her tits.
At first, Monica only felt a strange tickling sensation
in her tit tips. But as Al turned the knob, the itching
feeling came to be a painful burning one. She
hopelessly struggled against the tight restraints as
she felt more and more pain explode in her tits. Al
soon had the knob turned all the way, sending the
maximum flow of juice into her tortured tits. Monica
could only lie there, squirming and shaking with the
pain.
Al played with her by lowering the voltage for a while
and then quickly sending her the maximum with a quick
flick of the wrist. Monica tried to scream her lungs
out, but the most she could manage were some pitiful
moans and groans. The dildo gag was keeping her agony
trapped inside her young, writhing body.
Al turned the knob down so that Monica only felt a mild
burning sensation in her nipples. "See how a little
juice shocks them back into reality?" said Al. "And
just wait till we hook up the rest of the equipment;
she'll really start squirming then." Al next reached
down and picked up a long, shiny steel dildo about
twelve inches long. It was very thick with wires coming
out from the bottom and could be held in place by a
special leather harness. Al showed my how to slip the
harness around her waist and between her legs.
It was designed to hold cunt and ass probes securely in
their slippery holes. After securing the harness, Al
was ready to ram the steel dildo into her helpless
pussy. He rubbed the dildo's head around her cunt-lips
for a moment and smiled to see Monica's cunt start to
juice from the metallic caresses. "See, the stupid cunt
likes it... I've never had a girl turn on to this stuff
so quickly. We're gonna have real fun with her."
Al was right. Even though her tits had been brutally
roped, her nipples harshly clamped and electrocuted,
Monica's pussy responded to Al's manipulations
erotically. She didn't know what hurt more: the torture
devices or the shame in admitting to these men that she
was being excited by the cruel treatment. She felt as
if her body had betrayed her.
Al continued rubbing her wetting cunt and she felt
herself start building to an orgasm. But Al cut all
this short by savagely stuffing the steel dildo deep
into her cunt. Before she could get used to the
metallic invasion Al had taken a slightly smaller and
thinner dildo and shoved it up her ass. Monica
shuddered as Al secured the dildos in her holes with
the leather harness that kept both dildos buried deep
in her cunt and ass. But that wasn't all for the poor
girl. Al also took more alligator clips and connected
the wires.
He grabbed her cunt-lips with his fingers and proceeded
to clamp her tender pussy flesh. The sight of Monica,
with her cunt and ass packed tight, her nipples and
pussy-lips clamped, had left me shaking with lust. I
desperately wanted to fuck the little slut silly, but
Al seemed to realize my predicament and said, "Just
wait, you can fuck her brains out when this session is
over. Besides, I'm not done yet. There's another clamp
for her clit. Can't forget about that."
Al rubbed and pinched her clit till it was standing up,
firm and erect. He then positioned the clamp over her
clit and tightened it till the sharp teeth were slicing
into her quivering clit.
Monica just lay there waiting, waiting for the
incredible pain that was sure to come. She just
couldn't believe what Al was about to do to her.
Although she couldn't move her head to see what was
being done to her, she could tell that she would soon
feel the most pain of her young life. Her nipples and
tits screamed with agony from the tight ropes and
clamps. She felt totally stuffed, like a Thanksgiving
turkey, by the large metal dildos in her twat and
butthole.
The thick dildo in her cunt was stretching her cunt
hard, almost to the tearing point. But it was the
clamps on her cunt-lips and clit that hurt the most.
Her tenderest membranes were swollen and red. The young
teen shook and quivered with pain and terror. If the
electricity had hurt her tits so much, which by now
were learning to deal with pain, what would her pussy
and ass feel like when the electricity started? She
would shortly find out.
Al had flipped the switch for her cunt probe and
started turning the knob. The results were just what Al
had expected. Monica began to moan again with fresh
intensity as the juice poured in. As Al turned up the
power, she felt the awful pain build up deep in her
cunt. Her body shook with spasms as Al sent the maximum
flowing into her vagina.
Poor Monica could only lie there and pray that the
dildo didn't cook the inner walls of her pussy.
Satisfied with the results, Al turned on the rest of
the switches and turned the knobs for all the devices.
Monica was soon feeling pain everywhere. The burning
sensation spread into her bowels through the ass probe
and her cunt-lips and clit were soon quivering from the
biting electricity.
We just stood there and watched Monica quiver and moan,
uncontrollable spasms contorting her bound body. Al
said, "See what household current can do to a young
cunt when you apply it in all the right places? But
this ain't all my control board can do. I think it's
time for the automatic pilot." Al pressed a button that
automatically controlled the amount of juice and its
location. The board would randomly send blasts into her
tits, cunt or ass.
Sometimes it would hit all three at once and it could
also decrease or increase the amount of juice. This had
an even greater effect on Monica. The machine kept
surprising her, she never knew where the next jolt
would be or how strong it would be. This hurt even more
than the constant zapping of all the devices.
We continued to watch the girl and we could tell when
the board sent a particularly strong voltage into her
because her tits and ass-cheeks would quiver and bounce
with each strong blast. I couldn't hold myself any
longer. I pulled my stiff dick out of my pants and
jerked off watching the young teen shiver and groan. It
wasn't long before I came and shot my come all over her
bound and tortured body. I was shaking with lust and
was looking forward to fucking Monica's brains out with
my raging hard-on.
We kept up the electrical attack on her firm, young
body for another twenty minutes. I would have liked to
make her suffer longer, but Al said that enough was
enough. Later on, in future sessions, we could zap her
longer, but this was only an introduction for the new
girl. Eventually we would zap her for hours at a time
while whipping the living shit out of her tits and
body.
We could also fuck her ass or cunt while sending huge
volts into her tits. But that was all in the future and
would have to wait. Meanwhile, I was content watching
her feel pain where she had never felt pain before:
deep in her cunt and deep in her ass.
By the time we finished with her, Monica was a sorry
mass of tortured female flesh. Her body was covered in
a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles spasmed under the
electrical attack and her tits were blue from the tight
ropes. Al cut the power and removed the clamps and
dildos from her helpless body. He released the bonds
that held her to the table and helped up off of it.
Monica was very weak, she couldn't stand up on her own.
Al lifted her up over his shoulder and dumped her onto
a bed in a holding cell where she could try to recover
from the awful onslaught. Before locking the cell door,
I could see Monica shaking and muttering to herself,
"Oh God help me... help me..."
That was the beginning on my new obsession...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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