Melanie

Chapter 1: Melanie

Melanie was tied tight against the pillar coming down from the basement ceiling. Rope criss-crossed her pale skin and a large red ball gag was pressed tightly into her mouth. Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks and her eyes were wide with fear.

Her fear was quite understandable. I was swinging a rattan cane through the air wildly, letting her know what pain was about to be cruelly inflicted on her.

I walked close to her and grabbed a helpless titty, pinching and playing with the nipple as I spoke coldly.

"Today I'll be caning your tits and pussy. I want to hear you count to 100 through your gag. If you miss a number I'll start over and make it 200. Got it, slave?"

"Yeth Mather"

Melanie replied through her gag, the fear palpable in her sweet, feminine voice. 

I took a step back, and swung the cane through the air once more. Looking her up and down, I couldn't help but remember where this all began. 

I remember it like it was yesterday. Jogging along the neighberhood bike path - her brown hair swung and her jiggly white ass bounced along in her delectable track shorts. Her low cut bra giving all who passed by her a direct view of her wonderful cleavage. 

I had planned her capture for months. I had spent a fortune renovating my basement into her new home. Installing a cell for her to live in and purchasing dozens of torture instruments for me to use on her innocent screaming body as I saw fit. I also purchased a stun gun and gags for her capture.

As she ran through the section of the bike trail that passed a lonely, quiet side street, I drove up beside her.

With haste, I stunned, gagged, and tied up my new slave. I drove 3 hours to my house, dick at full mast the entire time. I even rubbed a few out during the drive as I thought about my devious plans for poor Melanie.

That was 2 years ago. The best 2 years of my life. For Melanie, undoubtedly the worst. I've played with her helpless supple body to my hearts content ever since - raping, whipping, and spanking her daily. 

Back to the present, Melanie squirmed in her bindings in front of me. I smiled watching her toes curl and her fingers extend, the only parts of her body she could move. 

I drew back my arm and let the cane fly. The wood made impact with her soft white tit skin, causing a loud "SMACK"

"OOOOHH! ONE THANK YOU MATHER"

For the next stroke I kneeled down and lined the cane directly with her shaved pussy. I swung and landed the cane directly on her unprotected labia

"OWWWEEE! TWO THANK YOU MATHER"

After I reached 60 strokes, I walked over to her tied form. I wrapped her manicured fingers around my hard cock and instructed her to jerk me off. Her mobility was limited given her tied arms, but at this point Melanie was an expert.

As she stroked me, I licked the tears from her beautiful crying face, tasting her delicious fear. I leaned close to her ear. After biting her earlobe gently I whispered

"You belong to me bitch. That's why I can do this to you"

Melanie kept stroking and I felt myself near orgasm. I grabbed her battered pussy roughly as I continued speaking. 

"Your life is a joke - you're just an object I use for pleasure. Hurting you makes me happy which is why I do it. I will never stop hurting you, and I will torture you daily until the day I die. You'll never be free  because you're a worthless....fucking…..AGHHHH"

I came, and sperm shot out onto the dungeon floor. Melanie would be licking that up later.

I slid my sensitive twitching dick out of her pretty hands and looked her in the eyes. She looked at me m questioningly - probably wondering if her torture would still continue.

I smiled and gave my slave a kiss on the cheek. Running my hands gently through her silky hair I told her:

"I'm going to bed now Mel. You wait here and I'll be back in the morning to finish the rest of the caning."

I attached some metal clamps to her tits and pussy, causing her to shriek. I then walked out of the dungeon and turned off the light. 

As I laid in bed, I thought about what delicious tortures I could inflict on her tomorrow. Perhaps I give her another 200 strokes? Maybe I polish off my old BB gun and use her tits for target practice? Waterboarding? Strangling? The opportunities were endless.

Thinking about torturing Melanie made me horny again so rubbed one out as I stared at the picture I had of her on my bedside table.

"See you tomorrow, Melanie," I whispered under my breath, smiling as I closed my eyes and fell into a relaxing sleep.