The girl was young and long-haired, very beautiful, very full- bodied, and very frightened. Her eyes begged silently, but she knew it was futile to ask for mercy. Her body shook.

"I am going to tell you what you will do, Gloria," the man said softly. "You will do exactly as I say. Won't you, Gloria?"

The girl nodded, but an involuntary whimper came from her mouth.

"You will go to my house," the man said. "You will go into the living room.. There you will strip naked. You will take off all your clothes, and stand utterly naked."

The girl swallowed hard.

"Next," the man said, "you will take your panties and stuff them into your mouth. All the way in, until you gag on them. And then you will take your brassiere and wrap it around your head to keep the panties form coming out. You will tie it tightly-- tightly, Gloria--in back of your head."

Gloria was biting her lip.

"And then," the man said, "you will go to the chair in the middle of the room. Above it, hanging from the ceiling, you will see a pair of handcuffs. You will stand on the chair, and you will raise your arms and put your wrists into the handcuffs. You will close each handcuff tightly around your wrist. Again-- tightly, Gloria. Until the metal is digging into your skin. Is that understood?"

Gloria was sobbing. She nodded quickly.

"Your body will now be stretched tautly, but your feet will be supported by the chair. And now, finally--you will kick the chair away. Do you understand me, Gloria? You will kick that chair away very hard, so that it falls over. So that you cannot possibly touch it with your feet. Do you follow me, Gloria?"

Tears ran down Gloria's face. She could hardly speak. Her voice shook badly. "Y-yes...oh, I--oh...y-y-yessss..."

"Good," the man said. He paused. "And then, Gloria--you will wait. You will hang there and wait. It will probably be some time. You will hang there. Your body will stretch to the breaking point. You will hurt horribly. You will sweat. You will moan through your gag, and hurt, and hang there, twisting slightly, sweat running off your straining, aching body."

"Oh, god!" the girl cried. "Oh, god, oh god..."

"At last, I will come in," the man said, his eyes glittering. "In good time. I will come in and find you...hanging there. Dangling like a beautiful animal, aching and gasping and shamefully exposed. Do you know what I will do, Gloria? I will watch. I will sit down in a comfortable chair, and I will watch you hanging there, suffering. I will enjoy your suffering, your pain, your gasps and muffled cries. I will watch your eyes begging, pleading with me to take you down. I will laugh. I will suggest terms upon which I will let you down. I will suggest you do horrible things, Gloria--disgusting, degrading, inhuman things--and I will watch you accept, watch you nod desperately, agreeing to crawl and eat shit if only I will end your unbearable suffering. But I will not. Because you will do all those things, Gloria--later. First, when I have enjoyed your pain and horror long enough--I will take off your gag. So I can listen. As you beg. And then as you scream. While I do things to your lovely dangling body. Unimaginable things, Gloria. To your luscious flesh. You will scream your head off, Gloria. And when I have ruined your body, I will fuck you until you die. Your body clutching at me until you are dead..."

"My god! You don't mean you actually did that!"

"But I did. I had no choice."

"I can't believe it. You mean you--you--"

"Yes. I obeyed. I went to his house and I stripped myself naked and I handcuffed myself from the ceiling and I kicked the chair away and I hung there. I hung naked by my wrists. And waited. And hurt like hell. I couldn't believe the pain. I thought my arms would pull out of their sockets. I thought my skin would rip, I was stretched so taut. I was gasping and sweating and wishing I could black out, long before he finally showed up. And when he did, I would have done anything for him to let me down. Anything. And he did just as he said--he sat down in front of me and watched. Gloating. While I suffered. God, I hung there in front of him, naked and dangling and sweating and making horrible choking noises through that foul panty gag. That was from trying to scream and beg. And he played with me just like he'd said. He said if he took me down would I crawl on my belly for him, would I lick out his ass, would I eat his shit and drink his piss, would I suck cock for all his friends...and on and on, and Jesus, I was in such horrible pain, I nodded, everything he said I nodded and nodded and...and he laughed. And watched me hanging there and crying. And finally he got up and put his hands on me. Prodding and pinching and rubbing my body. And Christ, I was so bad off I tried to climb all over him, tried to grab him with my legs so I could get some relief for my wrists and arms. My doing this gave him a hard-on, and he took me just like that, he fucked me while I hung there, and I was crying and sobbing and at the same time trying to wrap around him to stop my pain. He came inside me and then left me hanging again. But he took off the gag and I did what he wanted, I blubbered and babbled and pleaded and told him he could do anything to me. And he did. And I screamed. I screamed all night long."

"Jesus! I can't--holy shit! I--the thought of you like that-- naked, dangling, twisting--oh god--"

"It turns you on, doesn't it, you bastard?"

"I wish I could have seen it."

"You son of a bitch."

"Gloria, god, you hanging there, panting and sobbing, your head hanging back, your long hair falling down, your gorgeous long legs kicking helplessly, your round breasts bobbling, promising to be a slave, to crawl, to fuck and suck--"

"You--you want me to do it for you, don't you?"

"I can see you crawling, Gloria. Kissing the floor. Licking it. Your beautiful sexy young breasts swaying, your flesh rippling as you crawl across the floor to take some stranger's cock in your mouth."

"Don't--"

"Your lips fascinate me, Gloria. YOur lovely round soft young lips are an invitation to fellatio."

"You don't have to hurt me."

"Pull your skirt up. All the way up. Take off those panties. Put them in your mouth."

"Wait--"

"Say, I am going to put my panties in my mouth. Say it, Gloria."

"You can't--"

"Say it, Gloria."

"I...am going to...put my panties...in my mouth."

"Do it. Stuff them in. Good. Open your shirt. You know what to do. Look at your tits lift as you raise your arms. Don't put your arms down, Gloria. I'm going to touch you for a while. I'm going to watch your body go stiff. Stiff and straining with pain. I don't need handcuffs, do I, Gloria. You won't dare move. Squirm, yes, that's it, young Gloria, and writhe and twitch. I'm going to fuck you now. Wrap your legs around me. Yes. As if you were hanging naked, hanging and hurting and twisting and howling behind your gag. Coming in your body. NOW NOW NOW..."

The End