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The story of a disgusting man’s two favourite hobbies..

Woodworking and…..

Erin …

Erin lay on her side on the thin mattress in the dank basement utterly scared to death. The man who had taken her, ruthlessly tied her up and cruelly tape gagged, was dragging more and more lumber into the windowless gloomy room he forcibly held her in.

She blinked back some tears, wondering anxiously what he was up to. Her fear of him permanent and his ability to degrade, humiliate her and control her knowing no humane bounds.

For days now she had been kept tied painfully tight. Always gagged with a disgusting old, drool soaked, vile cloth. Thick super sticky duct tape, sealing it into her moaning sore mouth. Sore for the most sick and perverse of degrading reasons.

When she had first been abducted and dragged down into this horrible place, those many long days ago, she thought for sure her sadistic ugly abductor was going to kill her.

The plump, smelly, chain smoking man had threatened to end her young life in the most sickening and painful manner, if she didn’t do as she was told and if she kept blabbering on about being set free.

“You wanna hang from the rafters by your pretty little neck as I fuck the breath out of you?”, he threatened, with the most vile grin on his pock marked face, as he plastered the sticky tape back over her sore mouth.

She shook her head in utter capitulation, sobbing profusely as he went about cutting her clothes away from her shivering body. His stubby calloused fingers touching her bare skin where ever he cut away cloth.

“Glad to see you know the score honey, and who is fucking in charge down here. Maybe you aren’t as stupid a bitch as I thought you might be. Now let’s see all that pretty underwear you got hiding under these clothes.”

Running the sharp blade of his hunting knife around the most delicate parts of her body, to obviously instill in her the real threat he could snuff her out, at any moment, he cut away her clothes.

Shredding them with the sharp knife and yanking them painfully away from under the tight ropes of her bound quaking body. With a grin he casually tossed the tattered remnants of her clothes aside.

“Ya wont ever need those again honey. Clothes ain’t somethin you will be needing in the future.” He taunted her.

When she was just down to her underwear, he went about checking and retightening all the ropes trapping her arms, hands, legs and feet. He picked up the knife again and ran the pointy tip up her leg, from her flinching foot to quivering thigh.

Then he moved the tip over her flowered panty and jabbed the point into the fabric covering her sensitive mound. She could feel the tip actually start to rip thru the cotton fabric and dig into the top of her pussy folds.

Erin shuddered and squealed into the tape as he sternly stated,

“Remember honey, at any point, this nice sharp point could find itself inside your body. So be a good little girl and accept what I do to you.”

….

And so far, he had kept her alive. Feeding her junk food and giving her water once a day. Her fear of being butchered at his hands lessoning a little bit every day, as each day passed, and he did things to her.

It was those horrible, sick and vile things he had been doing to her, many times a day, that made her realize she wouldn’t be killed. Well at least not soon, if she could keep up pleasing him in the degrading, deviant and disgusting ways, she had learned he liked.

Ways that made her feel so utterly degraded and so utterly demoralized. Many times a day, he would stomp down the creaking stairs, down into the dingy badly lit basement. Calling out,

“Hello Erin, your Master is here. Time to earn your keep bitch! Time to learn your place, you pretty little slut.”

And with some effort, huffing and puffing, he would drop to one knee, and then straddle over her bound body. He then peeled back the corners of her tape gag, removing the sticky tape and the sopping wet cloth gag’s pushed into her mouth.

While she lay their gasping in air thru her mouth and fighting back a panicked sob, she would watch him wrestle with his belt and zipper. Her tired eyes would try to avoid what he pulled out of his trousers. His exposed thick penis would jut out and literally bounce.

He would leave his stiff dick hanging out, taunting her. It’s precum dripping tip, touching and wetting her whimpering frightened face.

“Oh Erin, you are one lovely cock swallowing bitch. You’re so goddamn pretty! And you ain’t so stuck up now anymore! When I put my cock in your mouth, you suck like a good little cum eating slut!”

She whimpered as he tightly gripped her hair and then shook her head around. His way of aligning her snivelling face and her pursed lips with his engorged cock.

“Open up slut, come on bitch, suck in your big new owner’s cock.”

And then with a grunt he would ram the head of his penis at her sore bruised lips. Wrenching on her hair to make sure she opened wide for him and took in his putrid tasting unwashed length.

He rammed his stiff cock into her blubbering mouth. Her slurping face getting pulverized by his drooping belly rolls as he thrust his hips back and forth, to brutally fuck her mouth.

Unable to control anything with her bound arms and hands, she was at his mercy on how far he would drive the hard stiff flesh in past her dry chapped tape glue coated lips.

The head of his thick cock plunging down into her gasping and gagging throat. One of his large hands pulling on her hair and angling her distressed face further into his crotch, so he could maximize his cock’s depth in past her slurping drool dripping lips.

And he liked to go deep. Yelling at her as he gripped her dirty cum matted hair and ground her face into his ample stench ridden abdomen,

“Any fucking teeth even come close to my dick princess, and you are going to be one sorry tortured cunt! I will snuff you out in the most painful fucking way…SO suck and swallow bitch, or do I bring back out the vice grips?”

Delightfully he could feel her pleading gurgled groan all around his hard and ready to burst cock. Her suffering groans giving his dick and sadistic libido, the final kick it needed to begin erupting in her blubbering, gagging mouth.

As he kept a firm grip on her hair, he ejaculated unimpeded into her gasping, gurgling mouth. The wet slurping and choking sounds below him reminded him of how she had first protested and how he enjoyed using the vice grips to quash any little bit of defiance she had left in her.

Throwing his head back in a loud pleasing shout, he gripped her head and forced her choking mouth even deeper onto his erupting cock. All the while remembering what a pleasure it had been to teach her a lesson. She had protested the first time he put his cock’s bulbous head to her lips. Her begging and sobbing for him not to do it, loud and plentiful.

She soon learned quickly thought to never protest again, as he pulled up her purple flower print camisole, exposing her perky breasts.

“Pleassse stop. Pleasse stop, I don’t want it in my mouth..pleasse I don’t want to suck it…please..why are you doing this? Pleasssse.” She had wailed on repeatedly as his cock smeared pre-cum around her wet tear stained cheeks.

He just shook his head and grinned at her. “You don’t tell me anything honey. In fact, if you ever want to get out of these ropes, you better keep your cock sucking mouth shut…well except for when you are sucking on my dick and draining my balls like a good sex slave should.”

She was hyperventilating and trembling intensely in her restrictive ropes as she lay on the filthy mattress. Her precum wet face swivelling back and forth as he picked up the vice grips. He adjusted the tension on them as she pitifully snivelled away.

“This is gonna hurt like fuck, Erin honey, but it will teach you a mighty good lesson!” he sadistically smiled down on her.

She howled into her tape gag as he pinched her right nipple with his stubby fingers and then trapped it in the metal rigged teeth of the plier’s head. Then he applied some pressure, closing the vice-grip teeth around her nipple, with a joyous grunt.

The plier’s teeth crushing it and making her feel pain unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. He gave the tool and crushed nipple a firm tug and then a twist as she squirmed around on the old dirty mattress.

She was screaming endlessly into her tape gag as he got up and left her there, for a few horrible agonizing hours, to enjoy her nipple crushed plight.

And those grips now always lay beside her, on the ugly mattress she lived out her days on. The tool a reminder and threat to how utterly vile and sadistic he could be.

A reminder to not say a word out of line, to not bite or scratch him, to always please him orally, to the best she could, even while handless and bound up on the filthy mattress.

His cock now spent huffed and raised up off his knees. He stood back up over her now, letting the last drops of his cum drip from the eye of his wilting dick.

The drops landed on her anguished face, stinging her left eye and spattering on her nose. Her scrunched up in humiliation and disgrace face, to him looked all the more beautiful decorated with his semen.

Then he reached down and started to untie her neck rope. “Time to empty your bladder Erin. Come on, time to hop your way to the can.”

He gripped her by the hair and hauled her up, squealing, to her feet. He gave her panty covered bum a hard slap and then remarked, “Fuck you are so cute!”

In the days since her freedom ended, she had been restrained continuously in rough ropes, a leash around her neck tied off to a ring in the nearby wall. Let up only once a day to be led by her leash, in an awkward hopping motion, to the toilet in the next room.

“Don’t want you soiling those pretty panties….yet!” he liked to say.

Now, with her legs still bound tight together in rope, she began her demeaning hop to the disgusting dirty washroom attached to her room.

Once her business was done, he usually demanded another quick and furious blowjob. Degradingly right there beside the smelly filthy toilet. And today was no different.

“You want me to wash your fuckin cum stained face in that piss filled bowl, or you gonna drop to your knees and suck me again, like a good little slave slut, huh Erin?”

She just nodded at him, eyes trying to avoid his lecherous gaze and yellow filled toilet bowl. Her voice weak and tiny as she said the only words she had voiced in days.

“I will suck ..Sir” she whimpered out.

Pushing her to bruised knees, he forced his cock back into her pretty mouth, pulling on her rope leash and fisting her hair at the same time. His fat hips began to violently thrust, and his dick once again disappeared in past her tired well orally abused lips.

The result of his sordid ultimatum being a mind blowing throat fuck for him, and a tormented, breath starved, semen choking three minutes of hell for her.

Then she was dragged by her leash back across the room. Her strictly bound legs, tiredly hopping her across the cold grey cement floor, so she could flop back down on her stained mattress.

Fresh tape, he stuck over her tired mouth. She could still taste his putrid discharge in her sealed up mouth as she lay forcibly stretched back out on the filthy mattress. Her snug neck rope tied up again to the anchor.

Then to Erin’s surprise, he didn’t leave the room, to leave her alone, whimpering and suffering in her inescapable ropes, for the next several lonely hours.

Instead, he set about bringing in lumber, metal rings, lengths of steel chain and tools. He was even whistling as he kept dragging in the power tools. Then at one point he stopped and turned his attention to her. Which is when he said,

“Did I mention Erin, that my favourite hobby besides tormenting and training pretty girls, like you, is woodworking!” he grinned at her.

“So don’t get too comfy on that old mattress, cause I have a whole slew of fun new things I plan to build for you…to rest on!” he chortled out loud.

And as the day wore on, Erin in curious horror watched him construct and assemble the wood. The sheer terror of what he was building, slowly dawning on her as the wood took its torturous shape.

Her Abductor…

He loved this part of his newly acquired and inexperienced female’s transition into a compliant little slave slut. Willing to do anything to alleviate their unrelenting sexual distress.

The building of the devices, right in front of their terrified faces, that he would use to train and abuse them on, would make everyone of his snivelling pleading captures realize he held the power of life or death over them.

Not that he had ever killed one of his slaves, on purpose that is. That wasn’t his style, except for a tragic instance involving electricity, which is why he stuck primarily to just his woodworks now.

When they spent a few weeks locked into one of his devices they always became wonderfully compliant. And when he eventually tired of one after a year or two, he would sell them thru a secret network he belonged to and then begin the enjoyable process of hunting down another beautiful innocent.

As he worked away on his first device for his newest acquisition, Erin, the ‘training horse’, really began to take shape. He was excited for this one, as the cute little thing lying there anxiously watching him, had already been so eager to please him orally.

‘Imagine how wonderfully obedient she’ll be after living in this.’ He thought to himself.

And since he planned to mount her on it for at least a few weeks or more, he wanted to be precise in his build. A step that brought him an enjoyably new found way of mentally stamping his authority on her.

He enjoyed tormenting the poor girl by going back and forth, measuring sections of her bound legs and arms with his tape measure. Then shuffling back to the woodwork in progress, he would saw and screw pieces together as needed.

“Want to make sure we get a nice fit! You’re gonna be on this puppy, or should I say horse, for a while.” he would joke, while Erin just lay there trembling in utter distraught fear.

Late in the afternoon, taking a break from completing the last few finishing touches to the ‘horse’, he came into the room and deposited a variety of homemade wooden dildos on the mattress behind Erin.

These were the dildos he would screw into the top of the ‘horse’. The dildos his screaming blubbering captive would feel impaling her as she spent her days and weeks on the ‘horse’

And this was his favourite part, letting his captured little slut feel with her bound hands, the devious mounts that would soon be embedded in her innocent cunt and probably virgin ass.

He stroked her hair, feeling a shiver run thru her body under his fingers. Then picking up one of his homemade wooden dildos, he ran its smooth wood surface along her captive palms. Her hands tried to avoid the cock like objects as he pushed them at her fingers.

Picking up the vice-grips, he waved them in her panicked face as a most horrid incentive, he forced her to hold and feel each of the phallic instruments threatening size and shape.

Then with a most gleeful and lascivious look on his chubby face, he ordered a tearful Erin,

“So my little slave in training, which one shall we start with in your cunt…and which one in your lovely snug ass?…you get to choose…So nod when you’re happy….or else I start crushing all your sensitive bits….”

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