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The Zoo, part 1
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The suited man knocked on the bare wood door in the center of a dark 
smelly ally three times, then two more, than three more times. There was 
a pause, then the lock on the door slid open with an audible clack. 
Tentatively, the man opened the door and walked in.

The interior if the building belied its poor exterior. The carpet was a 
dark purple, and the chairs were all real leather. There were several 
plants and an Escher painting. Very tactful.

There was no one else there. He closed the door behind him -- three 
thick deadbolts snapped automatically into place. He noticed the door 
was thick and hard - not actually wood; probably an inch or two of steel 
wrapped with cheap wood. Very strong. Very sound absorbent. Since there 
was no on else there, he sat down on one of the chairs and was surprised 
to find a copy of Playboy on the table next to it. He looked at the 
pictures.

The wait was almost ten minutes, but then the inner door -- just as 
firmly made and locked -- opened and a man stepped into the room, 
closing the door behind him. This man was older, maybe in his mid-
fifties, thin but strong. His fingers were long and delicate, like a 
violinist's. He did nothing to try to conceal his virtual baldness, but 
his soft halo of white hair bespoke of lost elegance. He, like the man 
who had entered, was wearing a grey, conservative business suit.

As the younger man stood up, the older greeted him, extending his hand, 
"Hello, sir. My name is Samual. And you are..?"

"Uh... Mike. But you already know that..."

"Perhaps. Do you have the note!"

"Yes!" said the young man, fishing out a folded-up piece of stationary 
in his jacket pocket. He handed it to Samual. Samual glanced at it, and 
put it in his pocket.

"Mike, before we go inside, I must tell you this: if you elect to come 
in with me, you can never come out again - mentally. You must be ready 
to accept everything I show you. Are you?"

There was an eager look in Mike's eyes as he said, "yes!"

"Then come."

Samual opened the door and led Mike down a long, winding staircase. It 
must have gone down at least three stories. "Here," explained Samual, 
"is what we call the Zoo. Any man in our club can rent one of the twenty 
rooms to be used in torturing or raping a woman. They either pay to have 
their target kidnapped, or they don't, in which case, after they're done 
with the cunt, we get her. Here we are, ground level. You'll see what I 
mean. All these windows are one-way. Don't worry. No-one can see you..."

...

1: Two girls forced to kneel on a platform. Their ankles are attached to 
leather cuffs on the platform, as are their knees, thus keeping them in 
the knelt position, legs stretched wide. Their arms are stretched high 
above them, cuffed to the chains holding the platform up. This forces 
their breasts up. They are completely naked, of course.

The one girl is a tall Italian woman, with long curly hair reaching down 
to her ass. She was mounds for breasts, large but with small dark 
nipples. Her skin is darker than the other girl's, whose is very white. 
This bitch has blond hair, as long as the others but straight. Her 
breasts are smaller, but her nipples really stick out, begging for 
attention.

"The Italian," explains Samual, "is Amy. The other is Irene. Both worked 
as bank-tellers at a local bank before we took them. They have been here 
for only one week. This is the second day they've been hanging like 
that. Karl, who doesn't like his bank, decided to take them... there he 
is now. My, what a whip! spiked leather. This is the girls first 
beating. Let's turn the volume on and listen..."

"what what..." babbled Amy. "no, please, no, who are you? don't hurt 
me..." babbled Irene. it was obvious both were terrified. Carl reached 
down and pinched one of Irene’s nipples. Then he reached up and stroked 
the hair out of her face. "So soft..." he muttered. One at a time, he 
lifted up both girls hair and knotted it into the chains. the girls were 
still babbling, begging him not to hurt them.

Karl said," I would never hurt you, Irene..." then suddenly flailed her 
back hard with the whip. As the thing broke her soft flesh, leaving a 
stripe of blood, Irene howled in agony.

"I would never hurt you, Amy..." and he whipped her to. He whipped them, 
each one in turn. The whip drew blood from the kidnapped cunts; he 
applied it to their pert asses, adding stroke after stroke. He was a 
musician. The bitches' howls blended together. Amy's was lower but 
faster than Irene’s. he mixed the two sounds together freely, eliciting 
the music with new stroked of the whip. This continued for several 
minutes until both girls backsides were raw and bloody, as were their 
asses. Then Karl put down his whip and began molesting the four tits in 
front of him, as his toys sobbed and wept...

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The Zoo, part 2
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2: Through the one way glass Mike sees a young girl, eighteen or nineteen, lying on the floor. She has 
permed dark brown hair. Her only article of clothing are two small earrings. She is tied to the floor in the 
shape of an X, wrists and ankles bound very tightly. Mike can see they're going white from lack of blood. 
She also has a dog-collar on, from which a leather leash rests on the floor by her.

There is a man in the room with her. He has on jeans and heavy workman's boots and a flannel shirt. The girl 
is ungagged and seems to be pleading with the man.

"The girls Tina. She was a local highschooler. She was the friend of that mans daughter. But the daughter 
committed suicide after eight years of rape and torture at the hands of the man. he's an engineer, by the way. 
when she died, he was very horny. That cunt there came over to console him, and he took her..."

By now, the man was carefully tying roped around the nude body of the teenager. It was a complicated tie, 
with may loops and turn-arounds. Finally, he ended with two more loops, lifting up his daughter's friend's tits 
to tie a loop around their bases.

For a moment, he just stood looking at Tina. He smiled broadly. Reaching down, he stroked the whores 
face. She tried to turn away, and he smacked her. He grew angry, then passive.

There was several feet of lead from the end of the tie around her left tit. The man took it and began to pull. 
He placed one booted foot down between her breasts to keep her on the ground, and began pulling up 
harder, stretching the rope out hand over hand.

Mark saw the ingenuity of the scheme. The knots surrounding her breasts tightened; with more force than 
the man tugging used. As they tightened, the teenagers budding breasts began to swell. Tina's face became 
pained.

Mark couldn't believe the man could get the knots so tight. He pulled and yanked and struggled until the 
rope loops were only one inch in diameter. This forced Tina’s tits to swell obscenely, each becoming almost 
as large as her head. Tina's mouth opened wide and her head lolled to one side. She moaned shrilly with the 
pain.

When the man was done yanking on the ropes, he tied the last of the slack to a nearby hook, so that Tina's 
tits got no respite. Then he surveyed his handiwork, and smiled broadly. Before leaving the room, he kneeled 
down, lifted Tina's head up. She was drooling, but he stuck his tongue deep into her mouth anyway.

Then he left. Samual commented, "The man's going on vacation for a week. When he comes back, Tina will 
still be here, still be his. We'll feed her bread and water once a day, and a few of the slaves will be forced to 
lick up any shit of piss."

Mark snickered, "But isn't that.. cruel to leave her alone all that time, strung up so obscenely."

Samual answered back matter-of-factly. "Yes it is. So I think I’ll send someone in the whip her tits 
tomorrow..."

They left that window. Mark looked back at the poor moaning girl, her small tits big as balloons. He laughed 
a little at the thought, then hurried to catch up with Samual.

3: The next room held another blond, a little older than the rest. She might have been thirty. But her skin 
was still smooth as silk. Unlike the others, she wasn't bound or naked. She was standing in the middle of the 
barren room, looking slightly frightened, but very upset.

"She's new," explained Samual, "freshly kidnapped today. You see, this guy's young boy wanted a pony, but 
he couldn't afford one. And his kid wasn't satisfied with toy horses. Then he was walking the mall today, and 
he noticed her, and as he said 'I realized with this cunt I could kill three birds with one stone: I could give my 
son a pony ride, satisfy my cock, and teach the whore pain for being so hot!'"

Mike could see how the pony metaphor had struck him. She was dressed up like a cowboy. She had the 
wide-brimmed hat and leather vest showing off her silky arms. She had cowboy boots on and cut-off jeans.

Mike got a boner just looking at her, "what's this ones name?"

"I don't know," Samual admitted, "let me call Hank, our in-taking man." He buzzed an intercom on the wall. 
I buzzed static, than a man's voice saying "What?" in the background. Mike could here loud moans and 
screams in the background. The cries sounded young.

"what's the cowgirl's name?" asked Samual.

"Heather." said the man curtly and hung up.

"What was going on?" asked mike.

"Oh, that? We abducted five junior high girls today, but the buyer didn't show up, so I let Hank have some 
fun with them. Very pretty. I'll let you see them later -- if Hank doesn't mutilate them too badly. He likes 
faces. Hitting, slapping, cutting, cumming-on, whipping, doesn't matter to hank as long as it's the face. But 
look, something’s up with Heather..."

He turned on the mic. A voice came over the loudspeaker inside the room. "Take off your clothes, fucking 
pig!" The lady trembled but didn't move.

Then jets of hot steam shot out of vents in the wall. She was struck by them, and she gasped in pain. They 
were hot!

"Take off your clothes, bitch, now!" The pretty blond still didn't comply, so more hot steam was vented. She 
tried to run from the steam, but it was everywhere.

This kept up for several minutes. At one point, Heather cried out, "Go to hell!" for this, she was blasted with 
super-hot steam for almost a minute. When it was done, there were burn marks on her arms and face and 
legs. She was weeping now, trying to cover her pretty face with her arms.

"I SAID TAKE OFF YOU'RE CLOTHES, WORTHLESS PUSSY!"

Slowly, she complied. Some more hot steam spurred her on. She took off her hat, letting her straight golden 
hair fall to her shoulders. Then came her boots and socks, leaving her pretty feet bare. Trembling, she 
removed the vest and her tits came free. They weren't large, but full-grown with tiny hard nipples. She 
blushed and cries as she removed her jeans and panties, leaving her totally bare. Her ass was smooth and 
shapely, her cunt small.

For the transgression of forgetting to remove her earrings, more super-hot steam was applied. She shrieked 
when it touched her bare pussy. Reminded,  she tore off her shell-fish earrings and tossed them aside. Then 
she stood trembling, covering herself with her hands.

A slot in the door to the room opened and something was thrown in. It was a huge dildo, a foot long and 
four inches wide, with a foot of horsehair at one end."

"PUT THAT IN YOUR TIGHT ASSHOLE, SLUT!" naked Heather cringed away from it, but super-hot 
steam forced her toward the dildo. Her flesh was beginning to glow bright red.

"ARE YOU DEAF? JAM THAT DILDO ALL THE WAY INTO YOUR ASS!"  Weeping, Heather picked 
up the dildo. It was huge; the slut must only have been five foot five.

"SPREAD YOUR ASSCHEEKS AND SHOVE IT IN."

Heather managed to whisper, "please ... no... " but more hot steam baked her. Sobbing uncontrollably, the 
small blond woman bent over and strained behind her to put the dildo to her puckered hole. Mike noticed 
the dildo had many bumps on it.

Though she tried for many minutes, heather couldn't force the huge thing into her bunghole. Samual 
chuckled as she tried, squirming in all different ways. Finally, the man waiting to give his son a horsey-ride 
on the kidnapped slut said

"SIT ON IT BITCH!"

Hesitatingly, she squatted over the dildo and let herself down on it. She was still sobbing in humiliation and 
shame as the tip of the huge plastic penis started to split her open. Her small red lips opened and gasped air 
as she sat further and further down on the dildo. Her tears of shame turned into tears of pain as inch after 
thick inch of knobbed dildo sunk into her.

when she was fully sat on it and it could invade her asshole no more, she collapsed onto the floor, her breath 
ragged, making the cutest little squeaks.

But another object was thrown into the room. This was a bit and lead, like for a horse. Again the man 
demanded,

"PUT THE BIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND STRAP IT ON TIGHT!"

Agonized, se crawled over to the bit. Mike smiled looking into her face. It was covered with tears, her lips 
trembling, eyes barely open with the pain of the huge dildo, dragging its tail after her.

She fitted the bit between her teeth and strapped it to her head, locking her hair in place like a mane. Done, 
the man said,

"NOW FACE AWAY FROM THE DOOR, SLUT, on hands and knees!" the poor girl turned slowly, 
painfully away, and did as she was told. Then, finally, the door opened and a father and son walked in. The 
little boy, no more than five, asked, "Is this my pony!?"

The father, proud, handed the boy the suffering bitches cowboy hat and a riding crop as Heather trembled on 
the ground. "Yes, son. Ride her as much as you like. If she's not going fast enough, use the crop on her ass. 
Matter of fact, I'll give you .50$ each time to crack it on her ass."

The boy looked concerned. "But won't that hurt her?" asked the boy.

His father smiled and lied to him, "No son. Horses don't feel any pain. If you hear her make sounds like she's 
in pain, she's just thanking you for being a good boy. Now, see if you can get her to thank you really 
loudly!"

But the boy needed no encouragement. He jumped on Heather, his horse's, back and started whacking her 
ass-cheeks, spread wide by the dildo, rapid-fire, saying, "Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"

When the animal didn't move, the boy again looked concerned. "Why won't my horsey move! I don't think 
she's well..."

"Of course she is son. Let me just talk to her..."

The father kneeled down by heather's head, he eyes tight with fear and pain. again he lied, "Give him a good 
ride, bitch, and we'll set you free." Her fear-clogged brain registered the statement as true and she began 
slowly, painfully, to crawl around on all fours, moaning into the bit.

"Faster! faster!" the small boy cried, really punishing her ass with the crop. The faster the blond moved, the 
more painfully the massive dildo in her ass hurt, but the kid just kept beating her, until she couldn't tell what 
was worse, the dildo or the continuous cropping.

Alarmed, Mike asked Samual, "You aren't really going to let her go after this, are you?"

Samual laughed, watching the suffering pretty blond struggle vainly to crawl around the room, "No! what a 
silly thought! once we have them, we have them forever. As it should be, a woman that hot will never see 
daylight again. I like this one. I'm a tit-man, myself, and I wonder how this cunt would look with hot needles 
shoved through her tits."

Both of the men smiled at the thought, then left Heather to be a pony. This morning, Heather was happy 
with the thought she had the day off from work, thinking of all the wonderful things she was going to do. 
But she would never do any of those things again, because several men were wondering what they were 
gonna do with her...

4: She's already tied up, the brunette is. Long, curly hair, nice brown eyes and a pug nose. A hockey puck 
has been inserted into her mouth and is held there by clear tape; it makes her cheeks bulge out comically.

She is dressed, but not very. A red bra still cups her small wedge-like breasts; she is also wearing a red belt 
and red stocking. Her feet are bare. Two ropes are tied around her body, one above and one below her 
breasts, and reach back over her arms, which have been cruelly tied together at elbows and wrists, and 
doubly tied to the back of the chair she is sitting on.

Her knees and ankles are similarly tied, the ankles roped to the underside of the chair. Finally, there is a tight 
roped about her waist, and a rope strung to this, going through her pussy-lips.

"Her name's Deborah. She was a clarinet player for a small community college a state away. This man saw 
her play there, got turned on by her, and we kidnapped her right from her bedroom."

Deborah hadn't been struggling before, but as soon as the man walked in, she began to fight and wriggling in 
her bonds, glaring at the man with hate.

"How do you like the rope in your cunt, bitch?" the man snarled at her, "like the pain you gave me in my 
crotch when I saw you." Debbie moaned softly into the gag.

"You're gonna pay for that now, bitch..." He took a knife and sliced open her bra, freeing her small tits. As 
he ran the edge of the knife over her nipples, Debbie shuddered and squealed. The man screamed at her, 
"I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT, BITCH!!" and smacked her face with the flat of the 
knife. Debbie whined again, so he smacked her again.

From a nearby table, he took a long barbed needle. He grabbed her nipple and pulled her breasts away from 
her body. Debbie screamed into the gag, and the man roughly plunged the needle into her stretched-out tit-
flesh.

Debbie proved not very tolerant to pain, and she passed out after the fifth time the needle pierced her. The 
man sighed, and sat down to wait for her to regain consciousness.

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The Zoo, part 3
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5: The next room held two girls, both long haired and curly, one beach-blond the other black-haired, bound 
side by side. Both were naked.

Their ankles were locked into stock two feet off the ground, and their hand were bound by leather straps 
above them, which hung from the ceiling several feet in front of them. This caused their bodies to swing 
forward, and their tits float free in the air.

Four men were already at work here. One had two dildos and was carelessly fucking their assholes with it. 
Another had a buggy whip and was flailing their butts. The third was using a cane staff to beat the girls poor 
tits; the third carried a chain flogger, and smacked the girls wherever the others weren't.

Tina and Marie, as they were known as in the outside world, struggled and screamed horrible, animal-like 
noises. Both nude bodies were covered with welts and whip-marks.

"Third day of this, for them. The girls are sisters. Tina, the dark-haired on is 22; her sister, Marie, is 17. Isn't 
their torment delicious?"

"Yes! What did they do?"

"Well, Tina's a slut. She sleeps around a lot. We thought we'd punish her for screwing."

"But... don't you punish girls for not screwing men?"

The old man smiled. "Yes. Funny how that works. Do you want to know why we took the sister?"

"No. I like the way she screams. Very pleasant. I could sleep to that sound."

The men had left momentarily, leaving the dildos in the girls' asses. They slumped in their bonds, hanging in 
mid-air. When the men came back, they had new implements: the first had a rubber hose; the second had a 
taser, which he applied non-stop to Tina's right tit. The men laughed as the suffering whore spasmed with 
the electricity. The rubber-hose man began applying it to her body while the other two grinned at the blond.

Each of these men had a hand full of tacks, which they began applying to her body. Tacks went into her 
breasts and nipples; into her buttcheeks; into her thighs and feet. They spread her cheeks and liberally 
inserted them into her asshole and pussy. Marie moaned in agony.

Meanwhile, Marie still danced to the tune of the taser as the rubber hose left ugly welts on her backside. 
Two men left and came back with armfuls of dildos. While the taser still shocked her, a large black vibrator 
was pushed into Tina's pussy. They turned it on. One man began wedging several mode dildos into her pussy 
while another inserted two vibrators up her ass. Tina groaned and grunted as the faux cocks invaded her 
body, stretching her wider than her cunt was designed for. When the second ass-vibrator couldn't be wedged 
into her asshole, the ingenious man took a knife and cut some slashed into the skin of her asshole, making it 
just wide enough for the second long, curved vibrator to be pushed in. One man placed another vibrator in 
her mouth, stretching her jaws wide. 3/4 of it hung outside her lips and started to sag.

"If that vibrator drops, Tina sweetheart, I'll personally take great pleasure in cutting off your arms and 
fucking you with them."

When he was done speaking, the two men behind her started to mash in the dildos, twisting and yawing 
them about, fucking her torn-up rear brutally. The man with the flogger started in again on her bouncy tits. 
Tina's eyes were wild with pain, but she clenched her jaw desperately around the buzzing vibrator.

After a while, they got bored and left Tina, vibrators still humming like angry insects in her pussy, ass and 
mouth. They took long leather straps and surrounded the terrified Marie, still stuck with hundreds of tiny 
pins. They started up a rhythm using her body -- the first man smacked her face, the next man her abused 
and sensitive tits. The third cracked her asscheeks, and the forth her raw red thighs. Then the cycle repeated 
itself.

They kept up the rhythm for nearly ten minutes, face tits ass thighs, until Marie's eyes became glassy, her 
young face now one big bruise, and she fell unconscious. When several even more painful blows could not 
wake her, they started whipping Marie. She screamed when the first blow stung  her nipples, and the 
vibrator clattered noisily to the floor. Laughing, the men hi-fived each other and brought out the hack-
saws...

6: "Here we have a pretty 20 year old sorority girl. Her names Brandy, same color as her hair. Her mother 
died, and daddy decided her still needed a slave..."

"what happened to her mother?"

"Oh, she spilled some beer on the floor, so daddy chained her in the basement and whipped her to death. 
Accidental really; she was a hot piece of meat."

The girl in the room was tied on a mattress. Her hands and feet were all bound together. Her mouth was 
quieted with duck-tape, but she still sobbed like a miserable baby as her daddy held her over his knees and 
spanked her, stopping now and then to shove a finger into her pussy.

"Stop crying, bitch!" daddy shouted and slapped her perky ass. "Immmnnnhhh" went Brandy and cried 
harder.

"Stop crying, bitch!" daddy shouted and slapped her perky ass. "Immmnnnhhh" went Brandy and cried 
harder.

"Stop crying, bitch!" daddy shouted and slapped her perky ass. "Immmnnnhhh" went Brandy and cried 
harder.

 Red marks began glowing against her perfect skin.

Daddy threw her to the floor and unzipped his pants, revealing a monster of a cock. Then the man grabbed 
his daughter thighs and sat her down on his lap. He slip his weeping child closer to him, so her back pressed 
into his hairy chest and her bottom rested against his cock.

He whispered into her ear, "You dirty bitch. I saw you at college with your boyfriend. But when I raped you 
last night, you were a virgin. I can't believe you didn't fuck him. Why didn't you fuck him?" he yelled into her 
ear, grabbing her tits, digging in his long fingernails, and squeezing hard. "Mmmppphhhh!" cried his 
daughter, bucking against him, sending waves of pleasure through his cock pressed against her soft 
buttcheeks.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCK HIM!" he yelled again, twisting and yanking her tits. She screamed into the 
gag. Mike new the man realized his daughter still had the gag on, but he kept repeating the question over 
and over, mauling her tits. HIS tits -- he did own his daughter. And since the poor girl could never give an 
answer, he continued torturing her.

Finally, he got tired of repeating the question and slid his monster prick into his girl's tight, hot pussy. he 
used her tits like handles to pump her like a doll on his prick. His face washed over with pleasure. To make 
sure his bitch daughter didn't feel any, he twisted and yanked her nipples mercilessly.

Then, he shifted his daughter forward and little, and jammed her tiny asshole onto his prick. Brandy's eyes 
went wide and she shrieked into the gag as he pounded her asshole even more roughly than her pussy. With 
the surge of orgasm, he pounded a load of cum deep into her bowls. Then, disgusted, the threw her to the 
floor. He used her long hair to clean off his cock, then left and said, "I'll be back tomorrow. Think about 
what we discussed today, pumpkin."

walking to the next window, Mike commented, "That man really loves his daughter." He laughed, knowing 
that from now on, the poor college-girl would be nothing more than a toy for her dear daddy, and many 
other men. The thought pleased him. she was young, and had many years ahead of her.

7: They had to wait a few moments at the next window while a new cunt was brought in. Hank gave her bio: 
" Name's Christine. She's a ballet instructor at a local high school. Reason kidnapped, let's see here, ah! 'She 
has nice legs.' Good enough."

A moment later, two men dragged in a barely conscious woman. She had dark short and curly red hair. Her 
hands were bound behind her back. she looked much younger than she must have been. One of the men held 
her up. The other took hold of her hair and slapped her face several times. She jerked awake on the first 
blow, but he slapped her a few more times anyway, just for fun.

Christine kicked at him, snarling with rage, but the man easily grabbed her leg. While the other held her, he 
looped a rope many times around her log. Then, he took a five foot iron pole and tightly tied one of the end 
of it to her ankle.

She still snarled and cursed at them, "You can't do this! I have friends! I'll call the police!"

The man holding her laughed, "why not? you're OURS, bitch. What friends? You'll never see anyone you 
used to know before. and the police? do you honestly think we'd let a cunt like you near the phone? face it. 
bitch. You're our plaything now. What you want no longer matters. All that matters is what we want. And 
we want to hurt you. For the rest of your life, you'll be in constant pain."

"...why?..."

"Because you have sexy legs bitch. And because the more you suffer, the happier we'll be. Now BE 
QUIET!" With that, he stuffed her mouth with and oily rag, and held it there with his hand.

His friends grabbed her other ankle and roped it, too. He ripped off her skirt and panties and punched her 
crotch. Christine went *UMMPPHH* through the gag.

There was a steel beam in the middle of the room, nearby hung a hook. They dragged her over there and 
hooked her bound hands over the hook. Forcing her on the ground, one grabbed one of her legs and handed 
the other the five root rod tied to it. Holding their respective legs of the whore looking at them like a 
frightened doe, they began pulling them away from her body. She tried to pull back, to fight the men, but 
they were too strong. Soon, they had her legs at right angle to her body. They had had to snap a few of her 
tendons to get them like this, but they didn't mind -- it gave her face a nice pained expression. Once they had 
her spread out like this, the one man tied the bar in place to her other ankle, firmly locking the bitches legs in 
this spread position.

Then they pulled her ass back so it rested against the bar. This forced her arms painfully up, forcing her head 
and body to dip down, like she was doing some weird kow-tow. Now her backside, arms, neck and part of 
her buttocks were displayed for them.

They removed the gag, and listened to her fine moaning. "Christy..." they teased her, "sweet young Christy... 
the ballet teacher... want some pain, bitch?"

"NO! PLEASE!" Christine begged, but the men just laughed. The first thing they brought out to torture her 
with was a rat. They lifted up Christine's head by the hair to show it to her. One of the men said, "This 
animal is going in your stinking cunt bitch!"

"Noooo!" Christy screamed, "please oh god oh no dont put it in me oh fucking god please please please..."

One of the men pulled Christine's cunt away from the post in the wall, and the other man quickly pushed the 
shrieking rat into her pussy. They hadn't bothered to declaw it. Then they quickly forced her ass against the 
pole again, so the rat wouldn't escape.

The rat became confused and started trying to dig its way out of her cunt. Christy screamed in agony, trying 
to move her ass away from the post, but it wasn't possible. She could only move her body a little bit -- her 
stretched-out legs prevented her from using them to move.

While she howled and shrieked, the two men masturbated above her. "Beautiful..." "Scream for us, baby..." 
"Come on whore, scream louder!"

One man got out a zippo lighter and turned on the flame. He brought it down to the base of her exposed 
neck and held it there just long enough for the hairs on her head to burn off.

As blood started dripping from the high-school ballet teachers rat-infested cunt, the man with the zippo 
moved it below her, aiming for her nipples. The other man took a long-handled fork and started jabbing her 
back with it. Bound legs and arms stretched painfully above her kept her from avoiding the men's attention.

While poor Christine kept on being tortured and abused for the men's pleasure, Samual and Mike moved on.

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The Zoo, part 4
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8: Mike wondered if the same men who were amusing themselves right now with Christy had also tied up 
this bitch.

"This is the youngest bitch we have here today," said, "Marcy's twelve. She went to a private school for 
girls. We caught her sneaking out. We don't believe girls should disobey, so she must be punished. When 
we're done punishing her, then we'll use her body for rape."

Marcy had long dark hair in tight curls. Her breasts were almost non-existent. They had stripped her pre-
teenage body naked, of course. She was bound to what looked like and upside-down cross. She was on her 
knees, with her feet pulled cruelly backwards and tied to the other side of the cross, far enough apart to 
expose her hairless slit. Her hands were pulled far above her head -- they must have had to break her thin girl 
arms to get them to stretch so far -- and pulled back to the other side of the cross also, where they had been 
NAILED, palm outwards.

Mike giggled when he saw the nails, "I bet she really screamed when you did that,"

"yes," agreed Samual, "like a banshee."

"I wish I’d been here for that."

"If you'd like, this one has a younger sister, about 9, we could kidnap and drive nails through for you."

"Would you?" Mike asked, "That's be great! When the little bitch screams, can I piss in her mouth?"

"sure, mike. but never ask if you can do something to a girl. just do it."

There was a man in the room with Marcy. He was torturing her, but was so obviously turned on her had to 
stop unless he came every few minutes. Now he put a candle under her bare cunt, so it's wick almost 
touched her flesh.

The man laughed at the terrified baby bitch, "Beg me not to, 12-year old slut!"

Marcy tried to murmur through her pain, "please, mister... no... don't, please..."

"don't what?" prompted the man, stroking his cock in front of her face.

"I don't know... don't hurt me..."

The man stage-thought about it moment, then decided, "Nah... you need to scream."

"No! Mister nooooAAAGGGHHHHAAAIIII."

The candle flicker below her, the flame reaching up and into her slit. The 12 year old's body bucked with 
pain, wrenching at her nailed hands and tied feet, causing even more pain. Her mouth went wide with her 
lips pulled back so you could see her teeth.

While the candle was burning, the man took a leather whip and slashed her small right tit hard. As she 
bucked in pain, her scream became a shriller and louder. The man's dick throbbed.

Laughing, enjoying himself now, he whipped her other tit. Then he whipped her exposed underarm. When 
her held tilted back to scream, he whipped first her neck than her pretty face in quick succession. Tears 
rolled down her face, and he laughed at his victim.

By this time, the candle under her pussy had burned low enough so that she wasn't being burnt by it 
anymore. she sagged as much as she could with the sursession of pain, but the nails in her hands kept her 
painfully upright.

The man squeezed her tender nipples as he placed his hand on her crotch, hot from the flame. He pushed a 
finger into her burned cunt hole, and the little girl squealed.

He pushed another finger into her cunt and brutally finger-fucked her sensitive burnt cunt. She squealed like 
a pig for him. Still fucking her, he put his hand around her neck and squeezed. Her young body started to 
convulse as it fought for air. Her face became red then purple as he cut off her air. Finally, she fell 
unconscious. The man let go of her throat, whipped her tiny tits a few more times, and left.

9: "God. she can't be more than 18!" said Mark.

"Nope. She's seventeen. Her birthdays today. This is her brothers present to her -- slavery and pain."

Marlin was very small. Five foot two. She had thin wavy and short red hair. Her ears and nose were small. 
So was her mouth, but the men had inserted steel pins into the back of her jaw, forcing her delicious lips 
wide open. Occasionally, blood still trickled from the operation, which had been done without anesthetic.

Marlin was naked, of course, and Mike could see she has small tits with large nipples and her cunt showed 
just a few red hairs. Her body is thin and shapely for a 17 year old.

To one of the walls of the room, a 6" wide thick metal tube stuck into the room. The small of Marlin's back 
pressed against this. Her arms were yanked straight behind her, tied to the wall by long, taunt ropes. So 
were her legs. This placed her head at just the right level for a man's cock, and prevented her arms from 
getting into the way. It was also painful and prevented much movement or squirming of the bitch.

As Mike watched, a man walked into the room. He quickly unzipped his pants. marlin tried to beg him, 
"lease let e go. I ant y o-y" The man smiled at her and pressed his flaccid cock into her mouth. Her head was 
so small the man's hands almost smothered it as he grabbed it and started raping her face.

Marlin gagged as the cock became ridged. She's never tasted prick before. It was warm and putrid in her 
mouth. she shut her eyes tight, hoping it would be over soon.

But the man had no intention of giving her rest. He pounded her sweet face harder and faster until he almost 
came, then he pulled out and waited to get soft again. Waiting, he smacked her face and twisted her tiny 
nipples. Marlin complained and jerked as much as she could.

Hard again, he reinserted his cock into her tiny mouth. Her mouth was so small he couldn't get much of it in, 
but he pressed it down into her throat and let her tortured gagging massage his prick. Holding his prick in 
her gagging face, he removed his belt and began whipping her backside and arms. The belt left painful, nasty 
welts, but the red-headed whore couldn't do anything about it. The cock gagging her prevented her from 
screaming.

After fifteen minutes of raping her face, the man finally bucked, thrust forward, and shot a load of hot cum 
deep into her throat. The teenager gagged on the disgusting sperm, but the man happily rammed it into her 
belly with his cock.

Then he pulled up his pants and left. But if the red-head thought she would be left alone, stuck and strung-
up like she was, she was dead wrong. another man came in and repeated the face-fucking procedure. several 
more men came in and lined up behind him. Marlin cried in her bonds as one man after another left his spunk 
on her face, but she could do nothing to prevent the cocks from invading her.

"She better get used to it," said Samual, "cause we aren't gonna feed her. all she gets to eat from now until 
the day she dies is cum."

Ten men in all fucked her face. At the end, gobs of white cum ran from her nose and cheeks and eyes, 
dripping down onto her tits and the floor. Marlin cried with shame.

Then a hooded man bearing a whip came in, driving another slut before him. He forced her to crawl on all 
fours. Each time she paused, he whipped her ass or back or thighs, leaving bright red marks. The blond had 
huge tits that hung to the floor. To these orbs were attached painful teethed clamps, biting into her nipples 
and soft flesh. Mark saw other signs of abuse on her -- raw and sore whip marks from countless beatings. 
Burn-marks on her thighs.

Mike got a good laugh as the man drove this dog to Marlin. There, he commanded her to lick up all the cum 
from the floor and Marlin's body. The whore knew enough by now not to disobey. While she licked up the 
cum with a swollen tongue, the man behind her ferociously whipped her back. Marlin was terrified by all of 
this, but could do nothing.

When the slave and slave-driver left, ten more men walked into the room and fucked the teens face. Bruises 
were starting to form on her face where the men had passionately slapped her. some men bit and tugged at 
her nipples, and they started swelling up. The girl shivered and moaned in her bonds, but she was absolutely 
helpless. Later, Samual explained, she be turned around and all the men would get a shot at her asshole. He 
imagined it would be incredibly tight and great fun to rape.

"Happy birthday, Marlin!" waved Mike as they went to the next window. All she got for her birthday was 
cocks and cum. All she would ever get was cocks and cum. The teenage bitch didn't deserve anything better.

10: Kim was next. They had kidnapped her from her bedroom, and brought along some of her things. 
Samual showed Mike some of the pictures they'd stolen of her from her room. He particularly likes one - 
Kim leaning back on a bed, long brown hair slung over one shoulder, red lips partly open. He could just see 
her nipples through the lace teddy she was wearing.

Of course, Mike could just look in the room and see her nipples. She was lying unconscious and naked on 
the floor. Next to her lay the black teddy.

when the doe-eyed bitch finally awoke, she was terrified to find herself locked naked in a barren room. she 
huddled in the corner, concealing her luscious meat, and called out, "Hello? Anybody there? Where am I?" 
The men just watched the cunt for a while, drinking in her fear.

Then a man's voice came over the loudspeaker, "Put the lace teddy on, now!"

Hesitating, but glad for at least partial relief of her nudity, Kim crawled over to the teddy and quickly slipped 
it on. Her perfect globe tits strained in the delicate fabric.

Then she stood up, trembling. The men drunk up her creamy thighs and sexy curves for a moment, then...

The door to the room jerked open and two men in football uniforms rushed in, screaming, "Get the filthy 
whore!" and "Grab the fucking bitch!" Kim could only take one stumbling step backward before the first 
man tackled her by her midriff, *Aiiigghhh*UMPH*AGGGHHHCCC* shrieked the stupid bitch as her 
assailant threw her to the ground.

The heavy man got of the fragile girl, who lay trembling on the floor, "Get up! get up now bitch!" snarled 
the football player who'd tackled her. Hesitatingly, fearfully, the sexy young woman clad only in a teddy got 
to her shaking feet, brushing her long hair out of her eyes, staring at the man in fear.

Smiling, the man punched her in the stomach. *EIUNG* grunted the bitch and double over, clutching her 
belly. But the other man stood behind her and grabbed her elbows and forced her back upright. The man 
who'd hit her stared into her watery, pained, fearful eyes. Then he slapped her creamy cheek and her head 
snapped one way. He smacked her head back the other way. Looking at her gorgeous melons contained 
within the teddy, he punched them both. Kim screamed and struggled futily at the abusive men. This brought 
only laughter from the men. He smacked her pretty face again, bringing her finally to tears.

Then the man not holding he bitch brought out a large bag filled with lumpy objects. "The stuff we got from 
her bedroom," said Samual.

One by one, the man pulled out Kim's things, explaining their new use to her sobbing face.

"This here's a hairbrush. We will use it to smack your tits. I bet it'll leave quite the nice bruise on your tit-
meat *chuckle*"

"Here's an old plastic ruler, left over from your high-school days. Your fine ass will be able to take quite a 
pounding from this."

"How bout this curling iron. Always good for a little anal raping. If we plug it in, we can elicit quite a few 
screams from you, cuntbitchwhore."

"Here's something interesting -- two feet, five inches wide cardboard tube. You haven't opened it yet? I hope 
you know what's inside it, cause one thing for sure, before long into be inside you!"

The men couldn't wait to see the brunette impaled on the thing, and they laughed at the thought. Kim started 
howling and weeping, and she slumped to the floor, where the men kicked her in the belly and tits.

Grabbing her, forcing the sobbing bitch to stand up, the man continued with the exploration of the bag, 
"Sewing needles -- good for breast piercing..."

They continued with the inventory for a bit, then they called a time out. During this time out, they hog-tied 
their bitch really tight, but not gagging her to hear her scream. He pussy was still covered lightly by the 
teddy, but the turned her over and kicked her pussy for a while anyway. Kim screamed like they were killing 
her and tried to worm away, but her silky long hair made a fine leash.

When the break was over, they untied their girl and yanked her upright again. She was obviously in a lot of 
pain, and she muttered, "please... please..." over and over again.

"Hey!" one of the men shouted, "the whore is begging us to do her."

"well," said the other, bringing out Kim's stolen hairbrush, "let's not disappoint her,"

While the one held the captive bitch still, the other cut off the straps of the teddy. Then he slowly pulled the 
cups of it down, uncovering her firm, adult melons. The man whistled, "Nice tits."

He stroked them gently, rubbing the nipples. Against her will, Kim's body responded and her nipples grew 
hard. "Like that, Kimi? Just goes to prove, you're a slut like all woman -- a little stimulation, and your bodies 
betray your overrated minds."

He rubbed the thick spines of the brush over her nipples. She watched the brush with fear. "Tell ya what, 
cunt -- count each blow I land and your nice titties here, and I'll stop after five." he lifted her face up by the 
chin, "OK?"

Kim mutely nodded.

The man smiles and raised his arm. He held it for a moment and then

**SMACK** her left tit rippled under the blow. Kim tossed her pretty head back and screamed, 
"aaaannnnnhhhhh!!! -- o-o-n-e"

"Good girl," the man said, stroking her hair, "continue counting and this whole ordeal will be over with 
shortly."

He raised his arm

**SMACK** on her other tit

"Aiiigghh - twuh!" screamed Kim.

He swatted her dead-center on her nipple.

"AAAhhhh!!!! - tree!"

The man behind her reached around and squeezed both of her delicious tits before the next blow, which 
scored a point right where her left breast met her chest. She screamed out "FOR!", her face twisted in pain, 
tears falling from her eyes.

Laughing, the man delivered the fifth blow, harder than all the others, she jerked and wailed out five, then 
slumped, thinking her ordeal over. But the man beating her said, "Five? That was four, bitch! Count right!" 
He grinned like a maniac.

The poor girl looked up at him, her face tired and strained, "no... please, it was five."

The man holding her pinched her nipples and said, "I think she's trying to cheat us!"

"Yeah!" cried the other man and drew his arm back. Kim moaned, "please... no... morrAAAGGGHHH!" the 
bristles of the brush smacked her smooth tit-meat again. when she didn't count the stroke, the man told her 
her punishment would be fifteen  more.

By the time the fifteen were done, her breasts were covered with bright welts. Her gorgeous body was stiff 
with pain, and she moaned and cried, barely gasping out each number.

"Now," said the one beating her, "Your turn" and he handed the brush to his friend. When the brunette 
realized her sore and swollen teats would be beaten again, she screamed anew and struggled, but the man 
held her tight for her abuse, smiling as she wailed with pain.

Her delicious orbs got ten more wacks each with the hairbrush. Finally, the second man finished. The man 
reached out and fondles her tits, as did the ma holding her. The examined their work roughly, pinching and 
pulling while Kim moaned, four hands feeling her tortured tits.

The men left Kim hogtied on the floor while they went to relax and get refreshments. No sense wearing 
themselves out. Samual and Mike also had drinks and made some small-talk during this period.

Kim had finally managed to go to sleep when the two men came back into the room. The bitch came wide 
awake when they yanked her up by her hair. She yowled and tried to fight back, but she was still hogtied.

Next from the bag of Kim's stuff came the plastic ruler. The forced her to the ground on all fours after 
untying her. The man in front of her pulled out her arms and set his knees down on her hands. She looked up 
at him with pleading eyes, but he had no mercy for a hot cunt like her.

The man behind her, with the ruler, spread her thighs apart. The lace teddy just barely covered her well-
formed ass-crack, leaving the rest of her creamy cheeks exposed.

Kim didn't scream, just grunted on the first blow. This didn't hurt as much as getting her breasts beaten. But 
the man behind her kept up rapid fire blows to her cheeks, watching the flesh ripple and pinch under the 
plastic, until she started a high-pitched wail. "Listen to the bitch go!" he said.

After fifty rapid stroked, the man stopped. When Kim tried to leave her doggy-style position, they kicked 
and slapped and jerked her back into place. Then the other man continued beating her bright red ass-cheeks. 
He also added her thighs into the torture. One-hundred strokes, and the brunettes skin began to welt and 
tear.

after beating her ass, they kept her in that position even though she moaned and cries and begged them to 
stop. They brought out her curling iron. They cut out the strip of silk covering her hole and peeled it back 
revealing the puckered opening. They wacked her tail-bone with the metal implement twice. When she felt 
the cold metal against her butthole she whimpered and tried to crawl away. But again her hair came in useful 
in restraining her.

The men watched as they pushed the curling-iron into her anus. She clenched it tight, groaning against the 
intrusion. This suited the men just fine.

Finally, brute force tore her muscle open and the metal shaft slid in. Kim jumped and bucked, trying to 
dislodge it, but the men held her firmly. She wailed and cried as the began humping her with it. Her butthole 
spasmed and a thin stream of shit dribbled out. The men put a bowl under her to collect the shit for her to 
eat later.

Five minutes of anal raping and the men got their prize dildo out -- the monstrous cardboard tube. They 
removed the curling-iron; it was covered with shit. They washed it off in the woman's pussy before putting it 
away.

Five inches was almost wide than the girl was, but the men were going to try. One man positioned the tube 
while the other inserted his two hands into the girls cunt and pulled it open wide. Kim was completely 
miserable. She had never guessed such disgusting things could happen to her. She was in shock.

It was difficult going, especially with the unwilling bitches struggles, but they managed to get an inch of the 
5" thick cardboard tube into her pussy. More grinding and shoving got another inch into the babes pussy. It 
ripped the delicate walls and she started bleeding. This was the worst pain she'd felt yet and her screams 
were like a rabbits.

"Pig! Slut! I bet you enjoy this!" she tried to tell them no!, to beg them to stop, but all that came out were 
high-pitched gurgles.

When they had four inches of the tube into her, they stopped. Again they hogtied her so that she couldn't 
dislodge the tube, turned off the lights, and left.

Mike smiled, "Man, I almost came in my pants on that one! I wonder what it would have been like had they 
actually hurt her!?"

Samual sighed, "They were too gentle with her, yes. But in the days and months to come, I'm sure she'll 
receive much worse..."

The following story is copyright 1995 by the author.
No redistribution allowed.
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The Zoo, part 5 and end
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11: Bound and gagged, Stacey quivered on the floor. Vibrators in her ass and pussy kept her awake. She was thoroughly tied - no part of her free to move, but her effective restraints left a lot of skin exposed. Her arms were drawn behind her back, and locked in a bright red sheath. The side straps of white tape squished in her skin, keeping her contained arms pressing painfully against her back. Two of the straps pushed down and up on her bouncy tits. Mike saw days of abuse on them -- they were bruised and swelling. A man had pierced her tits with many needles and had forgotten to remove some of them. Stacey's long, tan legs were taped to the legs of the stool she sat on. A rope hung down from the ceiling and knotted about her permed golden hair, keeping her from slouching over. Both of the dildos were too big and long for her narrow fuck-holes, but she was sitting on them, so they stayed imbedded their full length. dried tears matted her thirty-year old face. Her gag was simple but effective: a big ball of wadded up tape pried between her teeth and held their with more tape going down back her neck. This and the rope pulling patiently at her hair forced her face up and exposed her neck. Mike could see bite and whip marks there.

"How long has she been here?" asked Mike.

"four days already. She's gotten a little boring though, so she was put on the expendable list..."

As they were talking, a sleepy-eyes man walked in. He yawned and petted her thigh. He put his mouth to her left nipple. Mike thought he was just sucking on it, but then there was a splurt of blood and Stacey screamed into the gag. He'd bitten off her nipple!

Chewing on the tasty morsel slowly, he examined her bonds, making sure she had no freedoms, and checked the dildos to make sure the batteries weren't wearing down.

Another man carried in an electric fryer, plugged it in then left. The man chewing her nipples took a large glass and walked over to her. He grabbed her bleeding tit and pulled it out and down, pumping and pulling on it until the glass filled with Stacey's blood. Stacey was screaming during this, and screamed even harder when he took an acetylene torch and cauterized where her nipples had been, leaving an ugly black burn.

Setting the cup of blood next to the frittle, he took a stake knife and went back to Stacey. He squeezed both her tits, testing their firmness, before selecting the underside of her right tit, and tugging it firmly, sliced off a hunk if meat. He also decided to take a slice of the soft flesh right next to her pussy-lips. Then he fried his meal, ate it and left. More men came in. Several started beating her backside and arms mercilessly with meat tenderizers while other cut off choice selections of her body. Mike waited until both her tits had been cut off, then he went to see one of the other captives.

Interlude:

After seeing Stacey's tits get cut off and eaten, Mike realized he was hungry. Samual led him to the snack room. Mike found the method of payment for the food quite enjoyable -- a nude and bound five year old was strapped to the table. Already there were dildos in her tiny ass and cunt, and cum on her darling face. All he had to do to gain entrance was make the little girl scream, which he did by grabbing her boy-like nipples and digging his finger nails into it, drawing blood.

coming into the room, they found a 40-year old blond attached to a chair by a thick chain from the thick leather doggie-collar at her throat; her hand were roped together behind her and held at the small of her back by another rope looped tight about her waste. She was naked, and her tits were still firm.

"This is Ms. Monica Penny. She is the mother of the darling bitch outside. She must please all men who come in or we will kill her darling daughter."

Mike sat in the chair she was chained to and ordered the slut to suck him off. She kneeled before him. she asked, scared, "m-may i use m-my hands, m-master?"

Mike slapped her, "No, slut. Use your tongue. f you don't make me cum and swallow all of it, I'll kill your daughter personally,"

Put in her place, the bitch began to lap at his cock (he had pulled it out of his pants). as her hot tongue licked his fat prick, mike ordered some food. He ate it hungrily. When he finished eating and felt himself about to explode into the bitch's face, he grabbed her blond hair and forced his cock deep down into her throat. She gagged and cried out, and his dick pulsed as the cum squirted out of it.

He let go of her, and she moved her head back. "Did I tell you to stop licking, bitch!" he slapped a tit. Moaning, the frightened mother began to lap at his softening prick again.

Sam and Mike talked for a while, then Sam asked, "So, how's the dick-sucker?"

Mike thought about it and said, "Well, it does feel good to have my cock sucked, but... she's not the best I've ever had. If she wants her fuck-bag daughter to survive the night, she'll have to do a lot better..."

He glanced down at Monica, who whimpered and began sucking on his balls in earnest. It's not fair, she thought, I'm doing the best I can. Her tongue slip up the length of his re-stiffening shaft.

Mike grabbed Monica's hair and jerked her head up to look into her eyes. They had tears in them. He smacked her face and laughed at her miserable expression, then forced her head back down to his cock while he and Samual talked business.

Half an hour later, Monica's tongue was getting tired, but she dared not stop. But she didn't have long to wait. Samual and Mike stood up. Samual pulled the bitch's head back while Mike masturbated over her wide-eyed helpless face. His goblet of cum was well aimed and smacked her in her left eye. She closed her eyes, but Mike demanded she open them. His cum mixed with her tears and irritated her eyeball, cum running down from her eye like tears.

Leaving, Samual yanked the mother up by her hair and said, "Stand up bitch. Here come some more men..."

Three men walked into the room. Mike recognized two of them -- one of the men who had entertained himself with Deborah and then Brandy's lucky daddy. They were laughing and swapping stories.

The man whom Mike didn't recognize got the chair with Monica. He dropped his pants and demanded that she lick his asshole. She was shocked and hesitated, but the man slapped her and she forced herself down and stuck her tongue, not rested from sucking cock yet, into the mans smelly ass. She whimpered and cried, so the man started grinding his ass into her face.

Outside, Mike saw the men had paid. There was even more cum on the little girls quivering face and a needle was stuck through her tiny tit. Mike jerked up on the needle as he passed, and got a satisfying little yelp.

12: "This is Missy. 20 years old. We've had her for over a week, and haven't fed her yet. Notice her ribs are starting to show through her skin."

Tears ran down Missy's slightly pudgy face; her thick black hair was all in disarray about her face. A tight cloth gagged stretched her pale lips back around her teeth. Tight cords around her chest served to hold her arms still and emphasize her pointy breasts. Her forearms had been bound together behind her back, as had her lower legs, on which she was now forced to sit.

Missy looked up at the man in the room with her. He was thin and young, not much older than Missy herself.

"He asked her out on a date. she refused. we snared her for him. he's let her starve for a week. let's watch and see what he does with her..."

First, the boy just walked around her slowly, listening to her frightened breathing, occasionally swatting her lightly with a buggy-whip, watching her squirm.

Then, he decided. He did not start out gentle. Getting behind her, he pushed her face into the ground, so that her naked butt perked up into the air. He stretched the bitch's pussy wide and then inserted several tiny spiked balls. Missy whined.

Then, he took a thing electrical wire and prodded her clit with it. The girl clenched her pussy muscles hard to avoid further stabbings; this caused the caltrops in her to pierce her tender pink cunt-wall. She screamed in pain. The boy smiled. Now her took out a short but very thick dildo and used it to plug her pussy. This dildo had clamps on the bottom. He used these to secure the thing in her by her pussy-lips.

He grabbed her hair and slowly pulled the crying bitch back into a sitting position. Moans escaped her gag and she looked up at him with tortured eyes. Grabbing a tit, he pulled it up. He had a tight toothed clamp which he attached to her tiny nipple. The teeth bit cruelly into her flesh and drops of blood fell. To the clamp, he attached a five-pound weight. This stretched her tit some, and she tried to bend over to relieve the weight. But the boy wasn't done with her yet. He held her sitting up by her hair and whipped her clamped tit with a stiff wire whisk. It left evil red marks in her skin and some trails of blood.

Next, he repeated the process on her other tit. When he was done with that, he tied her hair to a hook dangling from the ceiling and yanked her up until her feet left the ground. He attached more weights to her tits until they were stretched out almost half a foot. The suffering girl cried and tried to beg hi to stop, but she should have thought of that before she rejected him...

. . .

There were other girls in the Zoo: a brunette strapped down and getting her large breasts whipped by five men; a blond locked in a stock, whose pretty ass was being used as a dart-board; a teenager made to sit on a dildo-chair covered with many spikes. Mike looked at them all, and decided this was the place for him.