Message-ID: <16025eli$9810042019@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Hal" Subject: new story: Anita Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.torture,soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6uqrh2$rcf$1@newnews.global.net.uk> Anita Chapter one The woman was rich, very rich. In fact she was rich enough to indulge herself in her one consuming passion, and more to the point, to be able to do so with impunity. Not for her the passion of chocolate, drugs or alcohol. Not for her the passion of fast cars or a rich life style, although truth to tell she had both. No, her real passion was pain. Oh not hers of course, but that of other much less fortunate individuals who from time to time fell into her grasp. Nothing stirred her more than the screams, moans and whimpers of the young body she was working on in unbelievably cruel and sadistic ways. A doctor of medicine in her own right, she had first met her late husband when called upon to patch up a member of his private army who had managed to get himself shot. Two things had come from that chance encounter. An operation in field conditions without the benefit of any sort of anaesthetic had impressed on her that causing pain was very pleasurable, erotic and even sexually gratifying. The second was that having come to the notice of one of the richest drug barons in Columbia, he became infatuated by her, and seeing her chance she was only too happy to become his life partner for all the luxury it could bring her. His eventual and untimely death left her in control of vast income not only from drugs, but also the sale of videos of her torture victims. The mansion she resided in was old, large and very secluded. High in the mountain ranges above the surrounding jungle, it was far from any other residence, and all but inaccessible by any other means than it’s own airstrip. The interior however belied its age. Efficient air conditioning of the most modern type kept the house at a very comfortable temperature through out the year, and very discrete servants saw to all of madam’s needs, although their real work load was light and mainly one of supervision. A small but very efficient and loyal private army also meant complete safety from any outside force. Madam Anita was about forty years old, but she still had a very beautiful figure. Full breasts although large were not out of proportion to her 5’ 10” of height in her unshod feet. Long black hair shone with health and framed a beautiful but stern hard face. The most noticeable thing about her though was the look in her eyes. Cold and heartless they could drive fear into even the strongest of men unlucky enough to displease her. She was sitting in a luxurious lounge watching a large television set. The soft leather of the sofa and chairs glistened in the subdued light, their lustre, as was the shine on all of madam’s boots, provided by the hard work of many a slave’s tongue. Four videos lay near her, all depicting scenes from the lives of her past victims and leaving her feeling the need for new tender flesh to feed her sadistic pleasure. She drew deeply on her cigarette then flicked the ash into the mouth of the bound and helpless young girl kneeling at the side of the sofa whose mouth was held wide open by a metal ring. A cruel grin was on her mouth as she looked at the video of a young boy. A close up showed in great detail his hairless, bound testicles separated and pulled painfully down and out while a large needle pierced the head of his penis prior to a large ring being inserted. His screams echoed around the room causing madam’s vagina to lubricate in her excitement. Well she remembered how he practically pulled his arms out of their sockets when she poured the medical alcohol over the new wound she’d just inflicted on that very tender part of his anatomy. She pressed the remote sending a jolt of electricity deep into the bowels of her video slave who quickly crawled to insert a new video. This one was especially pleasing to madam. The young girl had been the seventeen year old daughter of an American diplomat who had done his utmost to persuade the Colombian government to deal harshly with the drug suppliers. It had been amazingly easy to kidnap her even from within the USA, and madam had taken great delight in providing her family with videos of her intense torture. What a fool the man was, thinking that backing off from his actions would return his daughter to him. The cane crashed into the soles of the girls feet held available by the simple means of having her calves tied tightly to her thighs, while her toes were also tied to keep her foot from curling. The camera panned up past her tightly tied breasts to show the agony in her face. The view widened then to show the agony was not just caused by the cane but the cruel way the girl had been suspended by her young but well developed breasts, with the tips of her knees just touching the cold floor. The slightest movement made the girl feel as if her breasts would be ripped from her body, but the intense sting of the cane on her now swollen feet did not allow her to remain still. Unfortunately there was little noise from the girl now, several hours of torture had left her with little voice to scream with, and bubbling moans were the best she could manage. Casually stubbing her cigarette out on her ashtray’s tongue she flicked her remote once again. Her video slave struggled to reach the video and replace it with the next one. A spreader bar behind his knees forced them widely apart making crawling very difficult, and to add to his discomfort his feet were also tied up to his thighs. Clips on his nipples were fastened to his wrists as well, so that any forward movement of his hands pulled them tightly and making it look as though he had the breasts of a woman. Finally elasticised string attached to madam’s sofa and pulling hard on his testicles vied with the electrical impulses shooting through his rectum. Ah yes. Her matched pair in the pony races. Blond twins harnessed to a buggy, and they had done well that year winning her the cup for the fourth year running. Not that it surprised anyone of course, her training methods practically guaranteed a win, and she was an expert judge of pony flesh. The welts on their rumps however bore witness to how hard the race had been, as did the sweat on their bodies. Vicious clips attached tightly to their nipples, and trailing reigns indicated that madam did not rely on bits in their mouths to negotiate the bends in the course. Unlike some owners though, madam did not provide her ponies with false tails, preferring the only hair to be on their heads thus showing off their other charms to the whip with which she was an expert. With a cruel grin madam placed her foot firmly on the elastic cord and pressed the remote once again. In his agony the video slave struggled to crawl forward, a task made even more difficult by the other restraints on his body. He only made it half way before he was stopped by the increased pulling of his testicles caused by madam’s foot on the cord. He started to sweat. The shocks in his rectum would not only continue, but also become stronger the longer he took to reach the switch by the video. He strained forward pushed on by the electric shocks, only to be overcome by the feeling that his very tender balls would be ripped from his body. Finally, with the shocks almost strong enough to have him curling into a foetal position madam released the cord from under her feet allowing some respite to his testicles, and he shot forward, quickly changed the video and pressed the switch. Exhausted he slowly backed his way up to the sofa once again wondering if one day madam really would carry out her threat to rip his balls from his body with her bare hands. He was sure that if she wished to do so, she was quite capable of it. It is a well known engineering principle that the more simple a machine, generally the more effective it is. Torture implements are certainly no different and nothing could be more simple that the one seen on the last video. Known either as the wooden horse, or simply the plank, this particular one was a one inch wide by four inch deep piece of wood, shaped to an inverted V at the top. It was fixed at one end to a bracket on the wall, while a vertical leg supported it at the other end. Balanced on top of this sharpened ridge of wood was a young woman of about thirty years of age. The lips of her vagina parted over the side of the plank and it could be seen that she was pressed tightly down just by her own body weight. Her legs were desperately reaching for the floor to relieve the agonising pressure on that very tender part of her body, but the best she could do was to slightly flatten her toes as she pressed down. Although her arms were roped above her head in such a way that she could pull herself upwards, she had already been riding the wooden horse for several hours and had no strength left even with the intense pain to goad her on. The camera panned in for a close up showing her swollen tender cunt, then cut around to her rear to show that her anus had faired no better as she was now restricted to rocking either forward or backwards to ease the pressure first on one hole then the next. There was no doubt that madam’s guest would enjoy raping both those holes later in the day, and would be rewarded by plenty of screaming despite his small member. Having viewed some of her latest videos, madam needed some more physical relief, and pressing another button on her remote had a young girl crawling towards her as rapidly as she could to bury her face between madam’s thighs. Unlike a majority of her acquisitions this was not one of those pampered Americans, but a local girl sold to her by her parents who probably used the money to buy a goat, which was much more useful to them. The girl had learnt both quickly and well, needing little in the way of pain to perform her duties to madam’s satisfaction. Not that she escaped completely of course. Madam’s sharp heels dug into the girl’s back as her tongue worked on all of madam’s sensitive places, now twirling and pushing into her anus before moving back to the wet folds of madam’s labia. The heels digging painfully into the girl’s small breasts indicated her mouth should now concentrate on madam’s clitoris and she was soon rewarded with a loud moan and a deluge of juices which she lapped up greedily. Yes madam needed new flesh. Breaking the new ones was where she really had her fun. Watching them fight her until they finally realised there would never be any hope of escape, that was where the real challenge lay, and although her slaves could still be made to scream long and loud after they submitted to her completely, it was not quite the same somehow. She picked up her satellite phone and punched in the number that would put her in touch with the American end of her operation. Very shortly some unfortunate victim ’s life was going to change forever. ---------------------------------- Comments most welcome directly by email. This is a story I started because of a request by someone to help them write one. Unfortunately I had little actual input from them and then nothing, so the work is really all mine. Should I continue? It's the first story I've posted so constructive criticism would be welcome. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----