3 comments/ 11144 views/ 3 favorites The Barbed Wire Fence By: The_Wolf_ Muffled wails filled the dark loneliness as the barbs of the fence tore into her flesh. I'd forgotten completely about both her and this experience until recently an old friend mentioned her name and the memory came rushing back like an avalanche. In some ways this was the beginning for me so I'm glad I have it now forever. I was 19 years old. Tall and although I used to prefer the word 'athletic,' looking at the pictures I can safely say that I was skinny and those baggy 90's fashions hung off me like a clothes hanger. My haircuts were even worse but, it seemed to be working for me and it wasn't until much later that I understood why. I met her during a short stint at a university in the English Midlands. Short because in the days before the interweb I hadn't done my research and was appalled to find it had a 12-1 male/female ratio. She was the hottest thing I saw there, tall and very slender with olive skin, huge brown eyes and silky long hair. Her limbs were like Bamby's, so delicate and slight. I could wrap my hand clean around her neck and hold both wrists easily in the other. She knew her place in the pecking order and walked with confidence and grace. She seemed older and wiser than the rest too although she was also just 19. I'm not sure she liked much about me other than the fucking. She described that as animal which I loved and I was starting to realise that although it was completely normal to me as I'd fucked the 20 or so girls I'd already known the same way, it wasn't the way the other boys were doing it. In the 8 months I knew her she got herself a boyfriend a couple of times, only to turn up at my door late at night in search of the animal and having to dump them through guilt the next day. By that stage I had (other than the rough fucking) only messed around with handcuffs and blindfolds etc. I hated it, truly hated it as I felt ridiculous with these props and this silly game. I wanted something real and my fantasies were becoming far darker than my reality. She argued a lot at me. I say 'at' me because I didn't really argue back preferring to just let her get on with it. Looking back now it's clear that the arguments were nothing more than her way of trying to make me angry in order to bring out the animal. She always wanted me to fuck her harder and I clearly remember how electrifying it was when she one day screamed "yes, do it, HATE FUCK ME..." And I literally did. The night it happened it was unusually warm. A haze had fallen over the city in the evening and it brought back memories of tropical adventure. We were drinking at a nightclub and as usual she was pissed at me about something. I don't recall what but I'd probably face fucked her friend or made her dump another BF. I'd been getting rougher with her of late, her moans of pleasure were starting to morph into cries of pain and the more I pushed her the more excited I became. I was assuming though that she'd tell me after one of these sessions that she was starting not to enjoy this but instead, the opposite was happening. Each night as I lay alone, my mind plagued with scenes of terror and torture. I wondered what she wanted from me. I really didn't know, we didn't have Kink.com and Penthouse magazine weren't big into bondage. I'd never heard of BDSM but I'd already clicked that asking wasn't something I should be doing. I knew enough about girls to know that if she wanted to tell someone her deepest darkest desires she would be hanging out with someone else. She spent her time with me because she didn't know what they were and she was hoping that I did... I certainly knew what I wanted from her though and I was starting to realise that perhaps, through an incredible serendipitous perversion of nature, that it was the same thing. We walked home, her 10 feet behind shouting abuse. "This is actually starting to really piss me off," I thought as 3am passed and she started to give me a headache. "Make me cum you fucking cunt," she whispered as we approached her door. I stopped dead. Looked at her square in the eye, "get in the car," I ordered and walked to the driver's door without waiting for a reply. "What? You're drunk! Get out of there and come fuck me," she said but I said nothing, instead choosing to just sit and wait for her compliance. (I know drink driving is incredibly stupid; we all did it back then, sorry.) As we headed out of town, toward the English country side she repeatedly asked me where we were going, to which she received no response. At one point I reached across and forced my hand between her legs and up under her skirt and found exactly what I was hoping to find. She was fizzing with excitement and fear at the same time. "please talk to me, I'm scared," she said softly but still I ignored her. I knew exactly where I was going. I wanted her to meet the black loneliness, far from the street lights and the people who might assist her. Deep in the country side now I turned down a dirt road that led to an old country manor surrounded by hectares of land and a driveway at least 4km long. We came to a stop and I paused. She wasn't saying anything now, just sitting quietly and to my delight, trembling. "You want me to make you come you fucking bitch?" I said, not to her but more to myself as I stepped out of the car and walked around to her door. Taking a handful of hair I dragged her from the car tearing at her clothes and literally ripping her blouse to shreds in the process. She whimpered loudly as her underwear was stripped from her and cast aside. I wanted her to be completely vulnerable out here and there she stood , trying to cover her modesty in only a pair of sling backs, her delicate body glistening in the moonlight. I left her there while I took the thick silver duct tape from the boot (trunk) of the car. I don't remember why it was there but I do remember thinking how fortuitous it was as up until this point, I really had no plan at all. Again by the hair I dragged her to the side of the path, toward the barbed wire fence and turning her back to it I forced her up against it with my body weight, kissing her deeply so her screams echoed around my mouth. The tape bound her outstretched arms to the top wire. A second wire ran along her ass and a third just above her knees. Forcing her legs apart I bound those to the fence too and pulled on the tape driving the barbs into her legs. I took a moment to stand back and admire. She looked so amazing bound to that fence. Like a crucifixion scene from those biblical stories that always got me curiously aroused. I was on fire, this was the first time I'd decided to find out if a girl could enjoy the darkness that resided in me and as she hung there, tears flowing down her face, trembling like the Bamby she resembled and her tiny limbs splayed out leaving her totally exposed, I knew she was cherishing this moment of total abandonment. It was also the first time I drew my belt. Her eyes widened and she started to beg as I stuffed her underwear into her mouth and taped it over to hold it in place. Her head was shaking from side to side violently as the first blow landed across her stomach and she fell back into the barbs of the fence. The muffled wails filled the dark loneliness as each blow struck and the barbs dug deeper. I'd never felt so centred, calm yet totally exhilarated in my life, standing there in front of her, belt in hand watching her suffer. It struck me that anyone witnessing this scene would regard it as being so very wrong, yet I knew without doubt that for both her and I, it was so very right. "You want me to make you cum bitch?" I growled in her ear taking another handful of hair and again lent against her little frame. Her screams where raw now, from right down deep inside her, tearing at her inner throat and fatiguing her larynx as I took out my cock and without hesitation forced it up inside of her, yanking on those barbs behind her and almost lifting her off her feet. With pure aggression I fucked her there, looking into those huge brown terrified eyes and shouting repeatedly at her "cum then, do it for me, CUM NOW" and as I dug my teeth into her long elegant neck her whole body exploded in convulsions, writhing against the fence and disregarding the barbs and the pain they brought with them. We lay in the long grass, her head on my chest as the sun peaked over the manor on the hill, we didn't speak, I just stroked her hair and listened to her panting, and her alternating sobs and purrs. I felt a sense of wellbeing and togetherness; like for the very first time she and I had both met ourselves, and each other. after a time she whispered in the tiniest, gentlest voice I had ever heard out of her, "thank you so much." When I left that dump and moved to the other side of the country I saw her again only a few times. That genuinely angred her and eventually I never saw or heard from her again. I wonder what she's doing now. I wonder if she thinks about that night, and if it led to greater and greater depravities. Most of all though, I wonder if she's reading this passage. The End. ***** Note to young men. This is not intended to be a "how to" manual. Much of the behaviour I've indulged in throughout my life has been extremely risky and if done incorrectly would certainly land you in prison and mess someone up for life. Think carefully before employing these tactics with girls. My stories are true. I write them down because I have a terrible memory and have already lost many amazing experiences to the passing of time. I tend to write about the most intense scenarios but I am just as happy to play with newbies or people with more defined boundaries.