This is a work of fiction sexually explicit in nature. All characters
are fictional. If you are offended by severe non-consensual or
consensual bondage and descriptions of pain, don't read any
This work is copyrighted 1997 not to be sold or altered in any
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The Tortured Young Bride
by Night Shade
Karen's life was a mess. Her brief, 6 month marriage to a 55
year old business man was a total failure. Nothing worked
She couldn't relate to his work or his education. She was only
18, and had just barely graduated with a D average. The same as
her bra cup size. She wasn't stupid, just easily distracted. And her
body encouraged all kinds of distractions from the high school
She was tall for a girl, almost 6 foot. But she was very
feminine. Smooth, rounded shoulders tapered into delicate arms,
ending in soft slender fingers.
Her legs drew a lot of attention. They were constantly on
display when she sat and innocently crossed them in class or when
she walked down the hall. They really were endless and the short
skirts she wore emphasized their length and shapeliness.
Her hips flared nicely, but still retained the trimness of youth.
The firm clean lines of her ass cheeks swayed as she would walk
down the school hall ways, never failing to bring at least one, if not
a chorus of whistles behind her.
Her breasts were amazing. They were huge, but her height
made them seem proportionate to her body. The sensuously
rounded orbs were high on her chest, firm and large, defying all the
laws of gravity by standing straight out without support. The tips
were quarter-sized circles colored a dusky pink with crinkled red
buttons perfectly centered.
She had been proud of her chesty development until the girls in
her gym class had spited her in their juvenile envy. She had been
ostracized by the very same girls who had been her 'best' friends
growing up. She was never invited to any more parties, sleep-
overs, or included in the gossip.
The boys, although they bothered her a lot, mostly just looked,
drooled and jacked off. They were immature and the vision she
presented to them made them nervous. Even the quarterback of the
football team fumbled around her. She had been the chief actress
in many a high school fantasy and wet dream, but ended up
dateless on Saturday nights.
Her home life was not much better. Her mother drank, her
father fooled around a lot, or at least, that's what the neighbors
said. Karin liked it best when her mother was unconscious and her
father was out of town. On those nights, neither one would beat
her or humiliate her.
So it was not surprising that when Mr. Saunders, a business
man from the big city, saw her and showed an interest in her, she
was drawn to her. He was a big man, tall and handsome. He
treated her so kind, and was the perfect gentleman. He didn't even
try to kiss her or have sex with her or touch her during their
whirlwind courtship. Because Bill Saunders was definitely gay.
But his business demanded a "normal" family and he needed a
wife. Karin was the perfect trophy wife. Beautiful and dumb, a
girl no one cared about.
He gave her parents $10,000 at the wedding to forget her.
With that much money for booze, it was guaranteed they wouldn't
remember anything, at least.
Bill had insisted that Karin pack everything in her parents
house and bring it with her when she moved. He wanted no traces
of her left behind, no little articles or nick-nacks to stir long
forgotten memories of their only child.
He needn't have bothered. Her parents had resented her from
her conception. Her beauty had only infuriated them more. Karin
was already forgotten. They both drank themselves to death in two
months. Karin didn't go to the funeral.
That was six months ago. Her fairy tail marriage to the
handsome Bill Saunders had started cracking on their wedding
night. He had complained of a headache, of all things. The second
night he passed out drunk, something she was used to.
Business trips came up and he was away a lot late at night. She
had been married for six months and was still a virgin. She had
been a failure in high school and now she was a failure as a wife.
She had realized her husband was gay early on. At first it was
the pool man, and then the butler that didn't butler. The
relationship between the three of them was tense, the normal roles
of husband and wife helter skelter. She never went out, didn't
drive, and had no friends. She didn't know anyone but Bill and the
And now this. She was being loaned to a stranger. Bill and the
"butler", Bruce, had surprised her one evening as she lay sunning
herself by the pool. Bill insisted that she maintain her youthful
appearance and beauty. She had the finest clothes to wear, and, of
course, the tiniest bikinis.
That evening, she had been blindfolded and a hand towel
stuffed in her mouth by one of them, Bruce, she thought. Bill had
grabbed her arms behind her back as she lay on her stomach and
tied them with a piece of stiff twine or wire. It was tied tight and
had cut into her wrists. There was no love or tenderness in either
of the men's actions.
She had been hauled like an old rug down into the basement.
There, they had strung her up and tormented her as only two
mysogenistic men could do.
Her hands had been re-tied to the pipes overhead, her feet
dangling about two inches off the floor. Even as tall as she was,
her feet didn't reach. They had not bothered to take off her clothes,
but merely pushed the tiny triangles of her top up off her firm tits
and yanked the bottoms down to her thighs. This made her feel
more exposed than if she had been nude.
Bruce, the sadistic butler, had started slapping her tits with his
hands. He was a wimpy, emasculated, effeminate man and was
jealous of Karin's femininity. Especially her natural beauty and
above all, her perfectly rounded tits.
He began to work her tits over, using them as a punching bag.
Karin screamed into the towel gag. He was working so hard the
sweat was running down and staining his silk pajamas. Sadist that
he was, his erection tented the loose-fitting pants until the tip
slipped between the buttons of the fly. The pink organ was
highlighted against the black shiny fabric.
Bill watched Bruce torment the girl he had married. This
whole thing had been the butler's idea. It had also been his idea
that had gotten him into this mess with the bank in the first place,
and now it was the butler's idea to get out of trouble by prostituting
his wife. All they had to do was to convince Karin of her part.
Bruce had said beating her was the only way to convince her.
Bill thought he detected a change in the girl's reactions to the
punishing blows. Her screams had lessened to moans and were
coming less frequently. Her nipples seemed to be puffing up. He
was not an expert in female sexual response - he had really never
had an interest in it - but he thought he noticed moisture between
Karin had been taken by surprise. The blindfold confused her.
She never realized how much she relied on her sight. The rope
around her wrists had hurt, but there was also another feeling she
couldn't put her finger on, too. It was like a security blanket, an
assurance that she was not in control. It was comforting in a
She had gone limp and allowed them to hoist her over a
shoulder and then string her from the overhead pipes. She had
blushed when her breasts and pussy had been exposed, but that
blush quickly faded as Bruce, she had guessed correctly, had
started slapping and then punching her.
The initial slaps had surprised her and the sudden pain made
her scream. It was the only defense she had left. But the pain had
quickly been replaced by a surprisingly intense feeling that zipped
straight to her cunt. The tingling had built with each slap and
punch of her tits. Tensed and primed by endless hours of using her
finger, the virgin wife was teetering on the edge of a rippling
Then Bruce punched the defenseless dangling girl in the
stomach with two powerful jabs, forcing the air from her lungs and
squelching any possibility of her orgasm. Bill stepped in to stop
the raging butler.
"My turn, Brucie. Why don't you rest a while?"
Bruce was in a blood rage. All the frustration at having a
female mind and a male body was coming out. Anger at all the
teasing from the other kids. Anger that this cunt was the legal
wife. He turned to Bill.
"Just a little longer, Bill. The bitch deserves it."
"No. That's not the reason we're here, now, is it? We can't be
selling damaged goods, can we?"
The mention of the banker calmed Bruce down. That mean
bastard would make this punishment seem like a ballroom dance
lesson. Bruce had worked for the banker last year. The banker
had fired him after he had embezzled a lot of money from him.
Bruce had been well aware of the banker's reputation with the
ladies and the trouble they had sitting down - or even moving, for
that matter - after a session with him.. The banker liked to tie up
his unsuspecting victims and spank and beat them mercilessly.
Bruce had never known a girl to voluntarily go on a second date
with the banker.
Bill was not aware the banker and Bruce knew each other. Bill
was the rich patsy Bruce was using to pay the banker back for the
money he had stolen.
Being the thorough man he was, the banker researched all the
relationships before he moved and, when he did, applied the
screws to both Bill and Bruce. He had them right where he wanted
them. He had been suing Bruce to get his money back, and then
blackmailing Bill when he found out he was gay.
When he had seen Karin out by the pool on a visit to Bill's
mansion to pick up a payment, his eyes had glazed over, his heart
beat like a trip hammer and his cock swelled up like a young bull
in mating season.
The two gay lovers couldn't agree fast enough to give him the
Bruce thought that with the girl out of the way, he could
consolidate his position with this rich business man. For his part,
Bill felt he had to protect his business at all costs. The banker had
threatened to expose him to his colleagues, and he couldn't let that
So they ended up there in the basement, using Karin as a
punching bag to get her to agree to the deal.
Bill stepped up to the heaving girl. Tears leaked out below the
blindfold and streaked her cheeks. Reaching out with both hands
he captured a swollen nipple between each thumb and fore-finger.
Rolling them around, he stimulated the tiny buttons until they
puffed up even bigger.
"Karin, I need you to do something for me. It's very important.
I'm afraid that if you don't agree, I'm going to have to let Bruce
play with you some more. Do you understand?"
Karin nodded her head in the direction of the voice.
"I want you to escort a business associate to an over-night
convention. He is a very important man and you will be nice to
Again she nodded.
Bill twisted her nipples viciously, threatening to rip them off.
"I mean very nice, bitch, you understand? You will do
anything he wants, right?"
The tight twisting of her nipples sent Karin over the edge.
Skyrockets of light burst in her head and her cunt dripped fluid
down her thighs. She whipped her head back and forth in her
ecstasy. This was better than her fingers by a long ways.
"Right, bitch?," Bill demanded again, emphasizing the question
with another sadistic twist.
Weakly, Karin nodded her agreement.
"Shit!" muttered Bruce. "You fucking good-for-nothing piece
Turning to Bill, he said, "Let me give her some more, just to
make sure she understands. Please?"
"No," came the answer.
Bill looked at the hanging girl. He noticed the wetness
between her thighs and poked an exploratory finger in her pussy.
Karin jerked spastically at the unaccustomed intrusion.
The finger slithered between her slick puffy lips and entered
her virginal tunnel. The tip encountered a tough membrane a little
A look of surprise and then rage crossed his face.
"You BITCH!," he exploded, "You're still a fucking virgin! I
figured you would have gotten rid of your virginity in high school.
Shit. You're too stupid to have even done that right"
He stepped over to the cleaning closet and pulled out a toilet
plunger. Pulling a condom from his robe pocket, he opened it and
slid it on to the smooth rounded handle.
Bruce watched the proceedings with bright eyes. This was
even better than he had hoped.
Bill walked back over to his suspended wife. He untied the
knots in the bottoms of her bikini and jerked the useless fabric off
"Bruce, hold her legs apart. We've got a virgin to deflower,"
he said maliciously.
Bruce moved behind her and squatted down. He grabbed an
ankle in each hand and spread them as wide as he could.
Karin was struggling as best she could, but she was tired. She
had been hanging for almost 30 minutes and her shoulders and
arms were sore from the strain. Each weak kick of her legs jerked
her stressed joints painfully.
So Bruce didn't have too difficult a job to spread her shapely
legs and expose the target to Bill's advancing plunger. He gripped
the slim ankles tighter than he needed to, leaving angry red marks
Karin was not aware that she was about to be mechanically
violated. She had heard the two men talking and knew Bill was
going to make her a woman. She wasn't too scared because she
had waited for six months for him to exercise his conjugal rights
and now he was.
So she was unprepared for the sudden jab of the handle into her
cunt. The dry condom irritated the sensitive tender skin. After
about two inches, the blunted head hit her hymen.
Bill nodded to Bruce, who tightened his grip on her ankles.
With a twisting lunge, Bill shoved the handle forcefully into
Karin's tunnel, forcing the head past the membrane barrier with an
almost audible tearing sound.
Karin screamed into the gag. This pain was not pleasurable at
all. This was awful. The handle continued in until the serial
numbers on the condom covering it were hidden in soft pussy
hairs. Bill jabbed the handle in twice more and, satisfied that the
passage was now clear, set the toilet plunger carefully down on the
Bruce and Bill untied Karin's hands and let her drop to the
floor. They left her there to come to by herself. Bill also left the
bloody rubber on the handle. He wanted that bloody post to be the
first thing that she saw - her first lover.
That was two weeks ago. Karin had crawled upstairs to her
room painfully and confused. The next day, she was moved to a
small apartment in one of Bill's commercial warehouses.
The building was in the industrial section of town. The
apartment had it's own entrance and parking garage, but other than
that, it was isolated.
Bill had given her a little money when she left and set up an
account for her. Each week, money would be deposited into the
account automatically, provided she 'behaved herself', he had said.
She had more money now than she ever had, and she was happy to
be alone on her own.
She had spent the last two weeks in various diversions. Part of
the day time was spent fixing up the old apartment. Apparently, at
one time it had been a luxury apartment with an extra-large bath, a
beautiful rooftop patio area with a hot tub, and good quality
furniture. But that had been several years ago, as you could tell by
the fabric and fashion of the furnishings.
She had painted and cleaned, put up new drapes and swept and
mopped the floors. The activity helped keep her mind occupied.
She had drained and filled the hot tub and was pleasantly
surprised when it ran perfectly. She enjoyed the hot soothing
bubbling water often in the evenings.
But at night she had to sleep. She would lay in bed and wonder
what the man would be like. What would he ask her to do? Could
she do it?
Then the itching would start. The kind of itch she couldn't
quite scratch. But she tried to.
Her fingers blurred between her legs in frustrated persistence
as the itch wouldn't go away and she couldn't get off. So she
started doing things to try to get herself off. Like pinching her
That worked for a while, but it wasn't enough. She started to
play with the old cords from the drapes, twisting them around her
legs, binding them tight together. She fantasized about being
totally controlled, totally restrained.
She tried running the cords through her legs and pulling the
twisted strands up tight against her pussy. She twisted the ends in
her hands and sawed the rough textured rope back and forth across
her clit. She managed to come a couple of times this way but
something was missing.
This led to her attempting self-bondage. First she would tie her
ankles together and secure them to the foot of the bed. She tied the
knees together next, tying the cords tight. She put a band across
her calves and another around her mid-thighs. Again, the ropes cut
into her skin, dividing her shapely pins into segments.
She twisted a rope belt around her waist and knotted it tight,
squeezing in the waspish waist. This allowed her to run a rope
through her tightly clasped thighs. She tied one end to the belt in
the back and pulled the rope up tight between her cunt lips so that
it pressed against her clit and her asshole. She didn't tie the front
She had pondered what to do about her breasts, and had tried
many ways to bind them. She finally came up with a way that
satisfied her. Two separate loops were placed around the bases of
her tits. She pulled them tight as if to separate them from her
chest. A second loop around each ballooning boob was tied with a
slipknot. She held the ends in her mouth.
She then pulled the cunt cord firmly into her pussy and tied it
to the corded belt in front. A cord looped around the post in the
headboard ended in a slipknot to hold her hands up over her head.
By pulling the knot tight with her arms she could close her eyes
and pretend she was tied tight, thrashing around on the over-sized
She would spend hours in this position at night, flexing her
hips to rub the cord against her magic button, stimulating herself to
orgasm. But there was something missing. She had to leave an
escape route by tying a bow knot in the cord that tied her arms to
The only time she really got off was the time the knot stuck
and there was a half hour of panic filled erotic struggling. She so
enjoyed that time she seriously contemplated not using an escape
route and just masturbating herself until she died of starvation.
But then she would miss the appointment with the important
man for Bill. And that was increasingly important to her. Call it
curiosity, call it duty. She didn't know. All she knew was that he
was important to Bill and that Bill owed him something.
And Bruce had maliciously pulled her aside to instruct her that
she must ask the man the tie her up and spank her. He had
threatened her with a very lar
--editor's note: OOPS, i thought i had the whole text file for this
story - oh well, if anyone can find the rest of this story for me, i'd
appreciate it. -- helpless