A Little Persuasion

A little persuasion

He smiled when he stepped into the room, looking at the only occupant. The girl was young and pretty, her face currently covered in mascara smears from the tears that had streaked down her cheeks. Her hands were tied above her head with just enough slack in the rope for her to try and pull herself up off of her very uncomfortable seat. Her ankles were tied close together, and she was straddling a home made hardwood saw horse. The board on top was turned sideways, and sat between her legs like a knife edge. He was sure that after spending an hour astride that plank, it would feel like a knife edge to his young prisoner.
Her eyes were open, but only a little, her pupils rolled up in her head indicating that she had lost consciousness some time earlier. He walked over to the beautiful girl, stroking her hair, then a bare shoulder, then a nicely rounded breast. Save the ballgag shoved firmly into her mouth, she was entirely naked, her nipples standing out hard in the cool air of the basement, her whole body goose pimpled. He leaned over to admire the reddened skin of her vagina where the wood had bitten into it, noting that it was swollen from the extended contact. He slapped her ass to wake her, and when that failed he lifted her ankles, changing the angle at which she rested on the tender skin. She jerked in shock and agony and he let go, leaning beside her ear as she was startled back to cold reality.
He made sure his harsh laughter was the first thing she heard.
“Hey, is my pretty little cunt ready to service me obediently like I asked her the first time? Or is she ready to ride the wooden pony some more?” She nodded her head vigorously and then shook it just as vigorously no to his questions, looking at him pleadingly. He smiled into her tired blue eyes, knowing that she was willing to do whatever it took to be able to climb off his monstrosity. “If only you had been so eager the first time, we wouldn’t have had to learn this painful little lesson, eh, cunt?” He left her where she was, walking over to the door before turning to catch her horrified expression. “You will have to wait just a little bit longer, I’m afraid. I’m going to use you as an object lesson for my latest acquisition. She is another choice piece of pussy, so the two of you should feel right at home together.” He opened the door and there stood another young lady, about the same age and build.