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Chiharu In Bondage: A Broken Girl
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Chiharu in Bondage [4]
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A Broken Girl
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As days, then weeks, passed, Chiharu was stimulated more and more
often. Her resistance, too, had begun to weaken. Each time her captor came to
torment her, she struggled less and less. Occasionally, however, she would put
up a fight, which would not last very long as she came more and more often.
Before long, not only was she accustomed to multiple orgasms every hour, but
she was able to come very easily.
"Nmmmp! Nmmp!" Chiharu would squeal, then sigh and slump down as she
climaxed. Although she could come every fifteen minutes, she still hated what
was being done to her. If her captor noticed, he said nothing.
Johnson returned a month later. Noticing Chiharu's submissive attitude,
he decided to have a little chat with her. He removed the tape from her mouth,
warning her not to scream or she would be sorry. Chiharu nodded.
"Well, my little one, how are you?"
"Fine," she replied in a small voice.
Johnson grinned. Chiharu was exactly the same as when he had seen her a
month ago. Although she was a little disheveled, she was exactly the same. Her
pink, HyperColor shirt was a little faded and soaked with the girl's
perspiration, her shorts were wet with her juices, and her black Nike sport
sandals were unchanged. He also noticed a change in the girl's demeanor. This
time, he noted, she was more resigned to her fate and had long since given up
pleading for her life and her freedom. This, he said to himself, was going to
be fun.
"I'll be bringing you home in two weeks. How does that sound?"
"Great, "Chiharu answered, although without much enthusiasm, "I'm
looking forward to it."
"Spread your legs, "he commanded.
Chiharu obeyed, hanging her head in shame.
Johnson placed his hand between her thighs and moved them up and down.
He did not, however, allow Chiharu to come, but withdrew his hand after a
while. For several minutes he teased the girl in that manner.
"Please stop doing that. Let me come. Please..."
"Well, Chiharu, you really enjoy it don't you? Well you just have to
wait," Johnson said, regagging her.
A short while later, her captor returned. In one hand he held a dark
cloth. Approaching Chiharu, he tightly bound the cloth over her eyes. Next, he
cut the girl free, but retied her wrists together in front of her. He then
picked up the girl and slung her over his shoulder, ignoring her squeals of
pain as circulation flooded back into her ankles. He carried Chiharu for a
short distance and deposited her onto a cot. There, he spread her legs, then
placed her bound wrists on her crotch. He bound her ankles together,
sandwiching her wrists between her legs. Another length of rope was wrapped
around her legs, below her knees, exerting pressure on her bound wrists,
causing Chiharu to moan in pain.
"Shut up!" he snapped, slapping the hapless girl, "You can moan later,
when you come."
He then picked up another piece of rope and linked her tied hands to
her ankles, creating a sort of hogtie. He did, however, leave about a few
inches of slack, allowing the girl to stretch her legs, but not without drawing
her tied hands across her crotch. Pushing Chiharu over onto her side, he
began to caress her legs, working his way up to her back, stomach and breasts.
Reaching up her shirt, he playfully pinched the young teen's budding nipples,
drawing squeals of pain from Chiharu.
"Mmmmmmmph! Nmmmmmppph!" she squealed as she tried to twist her body
away from her captor.
"Now, little Chiharu, don't think that I didn't see how much you hated
being stimulated during the last month. This time, I'm going to let you do it
to yourself. All you really have to do is move your hands up and down between
your legs until you climax. Then, I want to see your hands full of your cum, so
don't be afraid of touching your pants after you come. If you don't do this, I
will give you twenty-five strokes on your crotch with your sandals. Remember
how that felt last month? Well, I'll use the heel of your shoes so it hurts
more."
Chiharu looked at her captor in horror. She couldn't believe that he
had asked that of her. She whimpered pitifully and shook her head. 'No, please,
not that', she seemed to say. Her captor leaned over her and whispered
something into her ear. After which, Chiharu, her eyes filled with terror,
began to sexually stimulate herself, bending and straightening her legs, which,
because of the rope that joined her upper and lower limbs, dragged her hands
across her crotch.
"Turn your palms inward, towards your pants. You'll come faster and
it'll feel better, " her tormentor called.
Fifteen minutes later, because of her previous training, Chiharu came,
wetting her shorts. She felt the warm feeling of her cum seep through her
clothing and wet her hand. Slowly, she turned her hands toward her captor,
showing him the cum on her hands.
Her captor was ecstatic. He went over to Chiharu and kissed her
forehead in glee. He excitedly patted her forehead and stroked her hair.
"Well done, Chiharu. You've done it. But, in order to please Mr.
Johnson, you will have to do it again. However, your hesitation cost you. You
will be punished. As I promised earlier, you will receive twenty-five sandal
strokes on your crotch. I'll give you a chance though. I'll remove your gag so
that you don't choke to death when you scream."
Chiharu's captor walked over to her and undid her hogtie. He then
turned her so that the girl lay flat on her back. Her bound wrists he secured
to the bar at the head of her cot. Her ankles her unbound and spread. He
removed one sandal and tied her bare foot to one corner of the cot. This
procedure he repeated with the other foot. Stepping back, he looked hungrily at
a young Japanese teen, her hands securely tied above her head, and her ankles
spread. Leaving the room for a minute, he returned with a pillow, which he
placed under the small of her back. The pillow, if anything else, raised her
crotch such that it was at the right height for her punishment.
He then walked towards Chiharu's head and slowly peeled the tape off
her mouth.
"You will count each stroke, Chiharu. If you miss one, we will start
over," he said, walking towards her legs and picking up her sandal. He grasped
her shoe by the toe such that the thick rubber heel of her sport sandal would
strike her. He raised the sandal...and brought it crashing down on Chiharu's
raised crotch. Chiharu's body trembled and she screamed in pain.
"one -- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghh!" she shrieked.
The sandal came down again, thick rubber meeting tender flesh.
"Twoooooooooaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!!"
The beating continued. Several times during the punishment Chiharu
passed out from the pain. She was revived and her torture continued. The room
echoed with Chiharu's tormented screams as she was beaten again and again.
"Twent -- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhh! Twenty-onaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
Finally, the twenty-fifth stroke came crashing down on the hapless
girl. Chiharu fainted. Her captor waved a bottle of smelling salts under her
nose and revived her. Chiharu's blood was on her shorts, as well as on her
sandal. The girl cried bitterly. She could barely feel her captor sliding her
foot into her sandal and tightening the Velcro straps around her ankle.
"You've earned yourself a reward. You're going to spend the night
without your gag. You'll be evaluated by Mr Johnson tomorrow. Good night
Chiharu..."
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