Hitchhiking
Jenny, young, pretty, and bored with life out in the sticks, hitchhikes her way into trouble. She gets a ride from Joe, who persuades her to stop by his place. Maybe, he says, she’d be interested in his “hobby.” Jenny admits to being a curious girl. Before the day is out, Jenny learns more than she ever wanted to know about Joe’s hobby, a preoccupation with girls, pain, rope, and strangulation. She stands naked on a stool in the barn, bound, gagged, her eyes taped. A heavy rope noose pulls at her throat. She chokes. Ropes dig into her young, smooth skin, bound at arms, waist, ankles, and toes. A crotch rope buries itself into her cunt. All he wants from her is a kiss. That’s what he says. She refuses. He kicks the stool out from under her, holding her, but letting the rope tighten on her neck. Jenny’s either too tough or not working on all burners. She won’t give in. Night comes. She shivers, exhausted. He returns. He spanks her and leaves, letting her stand and choke and think as the night passes. The next day, he’s bound her in an awkward position between beams, a large wooden bit forced into her mouth. Her hair is tied above, raising her head, arching her back. The caning starts, working over her ass, breasts, and back. Drool pours out her mouth as she bawls. But she’s defiant. She won’t give him a kiss. He increases the tension of the ropes, putting her in strappado. Then he ties her seated upon a beam, her ankles bound to thighs, feet flat together. The rope work is beautiful, her breasts bound, her neck wound with rope. She can’t move. A noose hangs within her view as a reminder. He single-tails her breasts and nipples. Tears and drool run to her chin. Candle wax, hot, red, drips onto her feet and breasts. Still no kiss. Perhaps he’s given up on a kiss. Perhaps now he simply thinks of her as his “hobby.” She is bound spread out on an old metal wagon wheel. Her ankles are roped back to her ass, and her neck tied between two spokes. Her torso is thrust upward, catching the light that filters down from above. She’s gorgeous. How can he stop now? He flogs her. Mr. Pogo penetrates first one hole, then another as he spins her back and forth. More wax dripped onto her breasts and pussy. Mr. Pogo in her cunt and a candle in her mouth. He leaves her that way, splayed out, whimpering.
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