There she kneels, on one of my toys.

There she kneels, on one of my toys. The toy is basically just two 2×4’s set up three feet apart from one another, with two additional iron bars joining them together in the middle. The two bars can be moved separately or jointly along the entire height of the toy, which is five feet tall. The boards are connected at the base by a 5’x5′ particle board. Along each vertical bar, there is a roller, capable of going along the length of the bar up to where the bottom iron bar is set.

She’s a brunette, maybe 5’3″. She has may favorite size breast, which is a full C cup. Besides her breasts, she’s very petite. She might be 18 years old, but I didn’t bother asking her and don’t currently care. She is very firm. She probably plays a sport. She has large hazel eyes that are probably red from crying. Her lovely breasts are currently being squished between the two iron bars, they’re each a dark red, and they seem to be getting darker every moment. Her legs are strapped to each roller at the knee, keeping them separated and her kneeling. I have a glorious view of her shaved pussy. Her arms are tied tightly behind her. They might lose circulation, but that’s only one more problem that’s hers alone. Maybe I lack compassion.

I met her at a club with a mark on her hand signifying she’s too young to drink. I’d bet she’s too young to have been there at all, but looks may fool. We danced, I wasted money buying her drinks, and we got to talking about sex. I mentioned that I’m a bit kinky, and she said she was, too. We talked for a bit more, but the conversation always ended up back on kinky sex every few minutes. In that time, I learned she had never been tied up, fucked in the ass, spanked, skull fucked, or anything. I’m not sure what she thinks kinky is, but she showed no signs of having had any kinky sex. She had been slapped once while giving a blow job, but that’s not nearly as kinky as I like it. When I first started tying her arms behind her she seemed uncertain if she should allow me to do such a thing on the night we met, but she didn’t try to stop me. She was still in her underwear and I had her blindfolded. Maybe it provided her some comfort. When I brought her into my barren, windowless room, she seemed more nervous. The environment is different in this room to every sense. The floor is wooden, the air is colder and odorless, and fewer sounds can be heard due to the soundproofing. She got stiff, but continued walking when I lightly pushed her into the room. I told her the light was out, even though I simply hadn’t turned it on. The light from the hallway hid the toy slightly in the shadows. You could see a five foot tall thing, but it would be difficult to make out what it was for. Hell, I doubt this bitch would know if I did let her see it fully lit. It didn’t matter, she was blindfolded. I shut the door. I guess I just feel more at home in the dark. I knelt her down in front of the toy and strapped her knees to the rollers. She began shaking at this point. I’m not sure if she was scared or cold, but I didn’t hesitate to place the ring gag in her mouth.

I cut off her underwear and bra. Those tits were perky and marvelous. She asked me a question I could barely make out “What are we doing? Are you gonna fuck me now?”. It was obvious she had never been so helpless. She was frightened, I knew that then. She thought we were just going to have some kinky sex. I said I’d teach her a couple things that she might enjoy. Who knows, she might. I explained to her that I never fuck without some foreplay. That’s when I moved down the bottom bar. It squeaked a little, and she asked what she was tied to. I told her to shut up. Normally that doesn’t work with women, but she did it! I got it in about the position I needed it, then lowered the top bar to about seven inches above that one.

I placed my hand on her back and slowly pressed her up to the bars. I had to make an adjustment to the bottom bar, but then it was set. I held her there firmly enough to keep her there, but not so hard that she might freak out and try to escape. Of course she couldn’t in her position, but when they try to it just gets more difficult. I lowered the top bar down, and it began clamping down on her breasts. I told her not to move a muscle. That’s when I quickly tightened the top bar, then tightened the bottom, too. She began to squirm a bit, but one quick adjustment to the top bar smashed her tits such that she was incapable of pulling them out.

I suspect the alcohol was to blame for her hesitant reaction. I wish I had the camera set up to capture it. The first thing she did was wince a bit. Within the next five seconds the wince grew into a face of pure dissatisfaction, and she let out a sudden squeal. The squeal wasn’t long, but the grimace remained. She moved her head as though to draw in a large breath, but stopped before completing it. She didn’t breath for moments on end, and I was scared she was passing out. Then, suddenly. she continued breathing normally, though the grimace remained still. She whispered something to me. I told her to repeat it, and she did. I could even make it out this time. In between breaths she sighed out, apprehensively “please loosen them. It hurts too much. I’ll leave now if you don’t loosen them.”. I waited a moment to reply. I leaned closer and whispered into her ear “You wanted kinky sex. I’m going to give you kinky sex. It’s going to be so kinky that you might need to be taken to the emergency room to recover”. She seemed puzzled by my reply, so I decided to tighten the bars some more. She began to wail, but I continued tightening them. After I finished setting the bars to smash her boobs, she cried for about fifteen minutes and tried to wiggle out, but each of her movements made it hurt worse. She stopped crying and just sobbed, realizing her breasts wouldn’t move.

That brings us to now. I wonder what I should do to her. I decided to torment her breasts some more, since I’ve already worked them a little. I get out my needle kit. Right then, she asks me a question. She’s asking if I’m going to fuck her now. Good idea. I set my needles on a chair, so that I can reach them while I fuck her helpless mouth. I place the head of my dick in her mouth, and tell her to suck me off. She begins slowly, but I don’t like it slow, so I shove her head down harder and bark out that she’d better do it right. That’s why I love ring gags. Even if she didn’t want to, she couldn’t say no and couldn’t try anything funny with her teeth. She begins to go to work, and it does seem she’s had some experience at this. She goes so quickly that she’s slightly pulling on her tits. It’s obvious it hurts her, but it looks like she wants me to cum, so that I’ll release her. Foolish girl. I tell her I have an idea, pull out, and look through the box by the chair. I watch her wince some more as she deals with the newer pain she’s caused. She hasn’t caused enough at all. I find what I’m looking for. The box is large enough to keep some of my good toys in. I pull out a neck brace leading to a halo on the top and a bar on the back leading down. I strap the brace into place, pull the halo down over her forehead and strap on the collar that trails down the front of her chest. Her head and neck are completely immobilized. I see some tears falling from her eyes, but she says nothing. I place the head of my dick into her mouth and tell her to continue, and not to slack this time. She starts to cry some more, but works my dick as best she can without causing her breasts too much pain.

Her mouth is only really traversing about two inches of my cock on her best strokes, which is much worse than the deep throating I was getting, so I need to entice her to work harder. I open the box of needles with my right hand, and gingerly feel for one of the six inch long ones. Upon finding one, I place it at the top of her right breast, touching the iron bars. She seems suddenly to waver in the blow job. I jab the needle through her breast, snugly against the bars. She screams on my dick. It feels wonderful..Her scream dies down and she’s crying very hard. She seems to have forgotten about my dick, lodged a few inches in her mouth. I feel for another needle of that size, and jab it through her other breast in the same manner. She screams and cries, ignoring my cock some more. I tell her that if I don’t get a blow job as good as the one she had been giving me, I may just have to cut her tits off. That does the trick. She begins to pull back hard on each backstroke, causing tremendous pain, it looks. She’s no longer focused on pleasing me with her tongue, as it’s confused and somewhere between a permanent scream and crying. I get close to coming, but want to wait a bit, so I pull out. She cries profusely and whines about something that I couldn’t make out even if she didn’t have the gag and I cared. I place the box behind her and turn on the light. I also remove the blindfold and see that her eyes are almost entirely red where they should be white. Her face and the surrounding area is soaked in tears and spit. She asks me some questions, her eyes fixed on the needles protruding from her purple tits. She’s crying too hard for me to understand, though. I point to the cardboard box with the needles and tell her to calm down when she asks me questions or I’ll find places for all the rest of them. She takes some moments to calm down, though the tears don’t entirely stop and once in a while she breaths heavily. She isn’t asking me any more questions, so I ask her one, “Are you enjoying this rough sex?”.