My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

please be nice this is my first post. Let me know if i should continue writing, I have lots of ideas but i don’t know if it is going in the right direction, enjoy. (I wrote this in spurts so forgive me if it doesn’t flow very well. Forgive the terrible title as well I couldn’t think of anything)
**** edit: fixed some of the spelling(not all of it) and made it easier to read with the double return.****


I had her strung up by her hands, the tips of her feet just barley touching the ground. I frowned. She hadn’t woken yet and I was becoming impatient. I didn’t want to do anything until she was awake, it would be much more fun that way.

I took a walk around the dark cellar that I had prepared for her, taking in her body. I had not cut away any of her cloths and she was still drop dead gorgeous. The picture of her I had found online did her no justice, those pictures that I had spent lonely nights with. She was just what I had been looking for. Young and naïve. I wasn’t too sure about the last part but I’d find out soon enough.

She was a solid ten out of ten, her ass was a decent curve and she had perky tits but why she had become so popular online was her face. It was perfectly symmetrical and her jaw was very strong, I knew when she opened her eyes I would melt into the large brown oasis. Golden hair came just to her shoulder, I gently grabbed a handful and brought it to my noise, it smelt like summer. She looked like an angel in a long slumber waiting for her true love to come wake her. I wasn’t that true love.

I slapped her face lightly with the back of my hand and her eyelids fluttered a little. It took nothing less than sheer will power to keep my hands off other parts of her body. Like a boy that had just received a new toy I wanted to play.

“Wake up my slave” I whispered gently into her ear, her eyelids fluttered once more and then the shot open, she slowly adjusted to her surroundings. I carefully stepped back into the shadows of the corner; I wanted to see her reaction to her situation.

“Ow my head” she said in a small voice, the voice stunning me for a moment, so perfect. She tried to stretch her arms, the chains about her head jingling a bit. Alarm crossing her face she looked up to her hands, more forcefully tugging at them, slowly swaying. She stretched out her legs touching the ground and with much difficulty was able to steady herself and take some of the weight off of her arms. Pain twisted across her face as she tried to find a comfortable position to no avail.

“Help! I’m stuck down here” she shouted, she looked around the small room and eventually saw me. The moment she eyes locked onto mine I melted like ice-cream on a warm summer day. “Please sir can you help me down from this?” I was too lost in her eyes to respond “Sir? Hello? I’m very uncomfortable, is there someone you can grab or…” she trailed off, realisation coming to her face.

“You did this didn’t you?” I managed a short nod, my mouth dry like sandpaper, I wanted her to continue talking her voice surrounding me and filling me with joy. “If its money you want my parents are very wealthy” I shook my head, confusion crossed her face “Well what is it that you need? I’ll do my best to make sure you get it, just loosen my hands I will not try and escape” she must think she is in a ransom position.

“I have everything I want right here” I said the voice sounding like it had come from another person. “You are mine” she frowned at this not quite grasping the situation she was in.

“What do you mean by mine?” I smiled at this maybe she was as innocent as I had hoped, she twisted slightly in her bindings making her body quiver, I shuddered at this not knowing how much longer I could keep my composer, I stared at her hungrily.

“Would you like me to show you?” she didn’t respond to this but looked at me quizzically. I slowly advanced towards her taking my time and enjoying the moment. I stepped into the lights that I had arranged pointing at her, and I thought I saw her relax a little. I wasn’t a scary looking guy, more of a business look to me, sleeked back black hair and a suit and tie. I also, much to my dismay, supported a weak looking face, not a lot of people took me seriously or as a threat. I would prove that wrong.

I reached out a hand and made towards her face, she tried to shy away from the touch but only managed to knock herself off balance; I hesitantly pulled my hand away as she painfully supported herself again.

“What are you doing?” she asked, anxiety entering her voice, I didn’t respond but brought my hand to her again and she didn’t pull away, afraid she would lose her balance again. I lightly stroked her cheek, she tried to turn away but my hand followed her action. Her skin was smooth like polished wood, not a blemish as I ran the back side of my fingers along her chin. She looked at me from the corner of her eye, anxiety and fear competing to show on her face.

“You are mine now” fear had won.

“I have money I can give you money” I sighed, she wasn’t understanding. I quickly placed my hand over her pussy, just the fingertips lightly resting on them. She squirmed and tried to get away from it but her tippy toes couldn’t get any purchase off the ground to move her body. I waited until she calmed down and stood there, choosing humiliation over pain. Her cheeks flowed with blood, her embarrassment exciting me, she was more innocent then I had hoped for. I smiled.

“This is mine” I removed my hand from her and she relaxed a little, “I hope you realize you have no power anymore, no control over your body or your fate. You are mine” I could see her swallow nervously not knowing what to say.

“My family has connections they will find me, but if you release me now…” she flinched as I brought up my hand to her face. I didn’t strike her; it would be very difficult to discipline her properly without damaging her perfect body.

“I will not negotiate with my property, and I am very doubtful they will find you. Now rest here for a while, and think about your new life. I will be back soon”

I returned a few minutes later with a few item, A couple vibrators, scissors, ball gag and a small black electric stick. I had figured that electricity would leave little to no damage to her skin but just to be sure I adjusted it to the lowest setting. I kept the black stick but left the other items on the counter of a cupboard in one of the corners.

“Look sir I know you’re lonely…”

“Would you like to undress yourself or should I?” I said cutting her off, she caught a glimpse of the black stick in my hand and I gave the button a push and a small electric loop danced across the head. Her eyes widened and she jumped at this and the action knocked her off balance, she looked at terror at the stick as I came closer to her, she was trying to distance herself from it choosing pain over standing still.

“Well?” I asked

“Please sir this is a misunderstanding, I’m sorry for what I did to you whatever it was” she began pleading with me, while pathetically pushing herself away. Her full lips temporarily mesmerising me for a second, I looked along her body; she was wearing a white tank top and brown short shorts. I brought the stick to her and pressed the button, electricity jumping to her bare thigh. She jumped and screamed, her cute body spasming, muscles around the leg contorting from the shock. Beads of sweat sowed across her forehead and she looked at me with pleading eyes “Please…” she begged, I gave another shock to her armpit, this one having a better effect, the scream was louder and the jump was more exaggerated, pain twisted her face and tears came from her eyes. I held the stick to her smooth hairless arm and she twisted trying to get away from it. I held fast and asked again.

“Would you like to undress or should I do that for you?” I grabbed her chin and pulled her so she was looking right at me; she had broken down into tears and they were flowing freely down her face, black eyeliner streaking her cheeks. I gave her a series of shocks along her collarbone and watched as she jumped around and contorted in different poses. My ears were beginning to hurt from all the noise she was making. She looked up at me meeting my gaze, anger and hatred filled those perfect eyes. She spit on my face and yelled

“Fuck you mother fucker! I’m not doing Shit for you!” I smiled cruelly at her letting her saliva travel unmolested down my face. She was done with trying to be rational with me and her niceness was gone. One of the reasons I had picked her was because she was so nice. I would see her pictures of her playing with kids and helping out charities and I knew she would be perfect. I would purge her of her kindness. She would now addresses me with hostility, but I dint have any need for hostility.

“I was hoping you would say that” still smiling at her, she saw the look in my eye and her anger was replaced with terror.

“No please sir I didn’t mean anything by it you were just…” I slipped the ball gag into her mouth, cutting her off. I frowned at this; she struggled with it trying to spit it out working in vain against the restraints. She looked like a fish with it in her mouth and really took away from her beauty. But I reminded myself that it would be for too long, which was good for it was much too big for her and it was painfully stretching her mouth.

“Enough talk for now, you can talk after” I set to work on her exploring her body, I didn’t remove any of her clothing but shocked her through it. I Discovered how different body parts reacted to the voltage and was pleasantly surprised by her reaction to each. I stayed away from anything sexual, this was punishment not pleasure. I ran the stick along her side tracing out her curves, she had the most perfect hip to body ratio, and it quivered every time it was shocked. She was of Course screaming but her voice was unable to get through the ball gag very well. She bit at it and a dribble of spit hung from it Turing into a constant stream in the course of her torture that by the end it had wet her shirt enough to see every detail of the fancy bra beneath. Every shock knocked her off of her precautious balance point, and I would wait until she balanced herself, before shocking her again. I could feel her annoyance in this and she eventually just hung there to stay away from the shock, but the longer she hung the more pain she felt in her wrists, and she would eventually reluctantly balance again. I looked up at her wrists that looked raw and red in their bindings, I needed to finish this quickly if I didn’t want to damage her wrists. I turned up the voltage to medium and continued, more tears flowing and eyes widening at this change. After a few shocks she stopped screaming and her eyes glassed over looking at a point far in the distance. She jumped at the voltage but not in the same way as before, and another few shocks her slender body shuddered and her eyes rolled back in her head. I knew she had passed out as she hung limp from the ceiling and didn’t balance herself, but to be sure I gave her a barrage of shocks to her slender gorgeous neck, and after seeing only the spasm of muscle and no jumps so I put down the stick.

I quickly lowered her and hog tied her on the ground. I had her on her stomach with her hands and feet bound behind her back. I must have done a number on her because she did not wake during any of this.

She had a rough day so I rewarded her, picking the most powerful vibrator I stuck it over her cloths on her pussy and taped it tightly in place turning on the max setting. I taped it to her so tightly that no matter how much fidgeting went on it would not leave that spot, overstimulation was the goal. She would eventually feel uncomfortable with it and most definitely pain, as it vibrated her, and she would try and remove it to release herself from the sensation. But I made sure that she would have no such luck in removing it. I wasn’t sure she would feel it through her clothing, but a wet spot soon showed beneath it. I didn’t want to cut away her clothing; I wanted her to take it off for me, no matter how long it took. I walked over to her head, she was still passed out but she began panting heavily, I smiled at this.

She was enjoying herself, and probably more so when she wakes up. I decided to leave the ball gag in not wanting her to be too comfortable. Which shouldn’t be a problem because she was laying on her boobs, squished up against the concrete floor, they would be sore tomorrow. To be sure of this I had attached the rope on the ceiling to her legs and hands bound behind her back and pulled it taunt so she couldn’t roll over to her side in the night. I kissed her on the forehead and left her for the night remembering to plug in the vibrator so it didn’t run out of juice. Bound with a vibrator in the middle of the floor bright lights pointed down on her, she would be in for a rough night.

“Wake up my slave” I said as I removed the ball gag from her mouth, she looked up at me through half closed eyes. She did not have a good night, the large bags beneath her eyes evidence of her lack of sleep. The vibrator was still humming at full strength emitting a low droning noise.