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WARNING! NOVEL EXCERPT ENCLOSED!!!

Andrew returned to his pleasure. Strapped to the bed was a young girl he had picked up off the streets several hours ago. Her back was turned up, her arms bound at the head of the bed, her feet spread - eagled and bound to the footboard. Andrew ran a finger down her back, and she whimpered behind the gag he had tied into her mouth. She shivered at his touch, and he taunted her, gently stroking one moment, raking her back with his nails the next. She wore a thin bra made of some buttery yellow sheer fabric, and her full backed panties matched. They were damp, and clung to her skin with the sweat she had made in her initial struggles. Her well - tanned skin was slick with her sweat, and she breathed rapidly in her fear. Her eyes were wide and wet with trepidation as she watched him move around the bed to the table in the room, where he picked up a small riding crop and some lubricant.

“You will learn things from me, my dear,” said Andrew to the shaking girl. “Things you cannot have ever imaged possible. I will show you what a man truly desires from his woman. You will please me tonight, or you will be punished.”

He took the riding crop in his right hand and tested its weight, slapping his thigh, and watching her flinch at the sound of it. Laughing softly, he came back to her, and stood where she could see his every move. He raised the riding crop up over his head, and brought it down on her shoulder blades cruelly hard. She cried out behind the gag, and began struggling anew. Laughing now, Andrew struck her again and again, bringing large welts to her skin. Tears began to pour from the girl’s eyes as she bore the pain of his torture, and then, as soon as he saw her tears, Andrew stopped beating her. He leaned over her, stroking her back again, enjoying her pain as she squirmed to escape his touch on her welts. Taking her face in his hands, he stuck out his tongue and licked the tears away languorously, taking great pleasure in her frenzied whimpers and animal – like noises.

“Now for your next lesson, little one. You have learned pain, but I have not yet taught you shame. Are you ready for your second lesson, my dear? It won’t hurt, not like your first lesson.”

The crying child shook her head violently, she could not comprehend anything worse than what he had already done to her, but he frightened her terribly, and wanted nothing more than escape.

Andrew’s brow furrowed as he frowned at the girl.

“Now, now, don’t be naughty. I punish little girls who are naughty.”

Going back to the table, Andrew put the riding crop down and selected another item for the girl.

“Since you have been naughty, I will not continue to use the riding crop. You deserve something in a size equal to your disobedience.”

Returning to her side, he showed her the new device of her torture.

“This is your second lesson’s tool, my little thing. This will be the object of your shame.”

In his hands he held a large rubber ball of about four inches in diameter, which was connected to several other balls, each smaller than the first, by a rubber coated string.

The girl stared at the balls in confusion. What could he do to her with those? They may be balls, but they looked quite sinister in his hands.

Andrew stood up and reached into his pocket. Removing a small pocket knife, he opened it and flashed it before the girl’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I did say that this lesson was all about shame, not pain.”

Andrew roughly grabbed the girl’s sheer panties and cut through them with one swift slice of his knife. Although he warned her he would not cut her, she still screamed behind her gag and jumped and struggled in her bonds.

Taking up the tube of lubricant, Andrew squirted a liberal amount on the balls, quickly covering them with the gel until they were shining with moisture. Then, hands covered in gel, her massaged the girl’s anus and vagina. Her body betrayed her and she reacted violently, aiding Andrew with her own fluids, and shuddering with ashamed desire.

“See, my dear, how can feelings like that be painful? Let me teach you some more…”

Taking the chain of balls in one hand, and one cheek of her bottom in the other, he spread her skin wide and inserted the smallest end of the chain into her anus. The girl squeaked loudly through her gag and squirmed around, trying to escape the chain, clenching her buttocks in desperation.

“Don’t you see, my dear? Squeezing like that only brings it further in!” Andrew laughed at the girl’s innocence.

The girl changed tactics, as Andrew knew she would, and as she tried to push out the ball, he took the moment to push it further in, until the first ball was fully inside her.

“Ha! See! You cannot escape this, girl. I took the advantage of your spreading yourself open even wider to make you even more full! Are you ashamed of yourself? You should be, you dirty little chit. You slut. You’re a whore, girl, you wanted it, and otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to do this to you. You wanted me to come along and teach you how to be a woman. You wear those little skirts and sway your hips because you need to be taught!”

The girl began to cry anew. The man had her trapped, and she could do nothing to escape him. It was better, maybe, to just accept what he was doing and pretend that she enjoyed it. She calmed herself down, and as he licked up her tears again, she turned her head to face him more fully. She stretched out her neck and rubbed her gag against his mouth. She wiggled her bottom seductively and tried to appear as if she liked what he was doing.

Andrew laughed at the girl. He expected this, of course, and it pleased him that he was so cunning. He reached around to her backside again, and pushed the second, larger ball in. The girl still cried, but she continued her charade. He would soon have her fighting him again. He pushed in yet another ball, and then spanked the girl soundly. That pleased him very much, and he loosened the bonds at her ankles, and lifted her up so he could slide beneath her and lower her across his lap. Now he had much better access to her bottom.

He pushed in yet another ball, leaving four still outside, waiting for their turn to be engulfed by the girl’s straining anus, and began to spank her wildly. Andrew was truly enjoying this one! She was resilient! She continued to wriggle and hump his thighs and present her bottom for more spankings, all the while soaking the pillow with her crying.

Hard now, Andrew pushed the girl down his thighs, making himself able to free his penis for her. He pulled the shreds of her panties away from her, and put them to his face. They were moist with her sweat and come, and he licked the insides.

‘Oh, the sweet milk of a girl,” he sighed. “If only they could bottle the stuff!”

Andrew stretched out beneath the girl and positioned her above his hardness. Her eyes were squeezed shut now, leaking saltwater out the sides, and several drops hit his face and lips. Smiling, he licked her and kissed her eyes, trying to drink her tears from the ducts themselves. He lowered the girl onto his penis, stretching her virgin hole to its limit. Then, without warning, he reached behind her and pushed two of the remaining four balls into her, and then roughly pulled them out again, all the way to the first ball.

Thrusting deeply into the girl, he grunted and called her names.

“Slut. Whore. Cunt. Bitch.”

As he pulled himself back for a second thrust, he pushed the chain as hard as he could, filling her anus with hard rubber balls, until the largest four - inch ball was nearly engulfed. Then, he drove into her in a rage, shouting and grunting and moaning. She screamed and screamed as she was filled with pain, pain, and pain. Spending himself inside her, Andrew began to suckle her eyes again, tongue searching out the little corners, raking over her eyelashes, forcing her eyes open and licking the surface.

“Do you see? You should be ashamed of yourself, you low, vile whore! You made me do this, you know. You begged for me to fuck you, you begged to be taken, you made me do this! You bitch! Fucking cunt! All you are good for is rutting and grunting, you slut!”

Roaring, Andrew rolled out from beneath the girl, and ripped out the balls from her backside. Screaming one last time, the girl passed out in a dead faint.

Andrew went into the bathroom of the cheap motel room, and washed himself. Then, he washed his tools, leaving out only one toy for the girl, a pen and paper, gloves, and a syringe.

He removed the girl’s bonds, leaving the rope out for another use, and then carried the girl into the bathroom, where he then stood her up limply in the shower and turned it on. Suddenly awake, the girl numbly allowed him to wash her thoroughly, let him shove a bar of soap deep inside of her, letting her body push it out naturally, then did the same to her anus. He rubbed her skin with the soap all over and scrubbed it with a loofah sponge, then took the removable shower head and rinsed her clean with it, turning it upwards to rinse her vagina and bottom.

Once he was satisfied she was clean, he redressed her, minus her torn underwear, and retied her to the bed, this time facing up so that she would be somewhat comfortable. Then, Andrew took up the syringe and told the girl, “I am giving you a little shot, my dear, nothing harmful, just a sleeping injection to let you calm down and rest after such a vigorous evening.”

Andrew applied the needle and then rubbed the girl’s arm vigorously. Then, he stood, crossed to his bag, and dug about until he brought a small Band - Aid out for the girl, saying, “I do hope you like cartons, dear, I seem to have run out of flesh toned band - aids. Do you like…what is this...ah. The Powerpuff Girls? This one is...Blossom, I think. Apropo, don’t you agree? For certainly you have blossomed tonight with me, little one.”

After sticking the band - aid on the girl’s arm, he turned to the table and put on his gloves. Taking up the pen, he wrote on the paper, and then placed it on the bed beside the girl.

Andrew doused a cloth with some rubbing alcohol and rubbed the girl where he might have touched her while administering the injection, and then kissed her cheek.

“Be a good little whore, now, won’t you?”

Andrew gathered his things, cracked the door open to see if anyone would observe his departure, and then, assured of his anonymity, he left, locking the door behind him.

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so there's my sick disgusting mind at work. y'know, i honestly didnt know i had this stuff in me until i started to write it. i hadnt a clue i could be so graphic!

anyways, off for my chat break. toodles!