Sheryl, the petite, shy, 18 yr. old Filipina was stark-naked, except for her high-heel shoes and an old dog collar that Larry had put around her neck. Her hands were tied behind her back with her own pink panties. Larry had stuffed an old, dirty hanky in her mouth and was pulling her with a dog leash he had hooked to the collar.
Now, poor, frightened Sheryl tried to pull back, digging in her heels, hoping to get away. Larry just reached back, seized one of her perky, petite brown nipples between two fingers, squeezed roughly and proceeded to haul her along by her nipple.
Sheryl cried but little sound came out because of the old hanky stuffed in her mouth. Her nipple throbbed from Larry’s rough treatment and, every time she stumbled, her nipple stretched and pulled and hurt even more. It was hard walking across the garden in her high-heels.
Once, when she fell, Larry just laughed and pulled her up by both nipples.
As they walked, Larry grumbled, “Mr. Roberts says I’m not allowed to damage the goods. That’s half the fun! Well, a promise is a promise. We can have fun without spoiling you too much. Come on inside so I can check you out closer. Never rode a foreign compact before. Hope you’re good. You won’t like it if I’m not happy.”
Sheryl’s spirits sank as she realized that Larry was really not a nice person.
He pushed her inside his porch, grabbed her hair and made her walk backwards to his basement door. Shoving her down the basement stairs, he turned on the lights. Sheryl found herself in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, a couple of camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. There were also some ropes coiled on the floor. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls.
Sheryl’s eyes bugged out!
Larry pulled one of the chains lower, hooked it to Sheryl’s dog collar and let the heavy spring pull her up until the toes of her high-heels barely touched the floor. She desperately tried to keep her balance to avoid dangling from the hook.
Larry paid no attention. He sat on a chair and picked up a phone.
It was hard for Sheryl to follow the conversation and keep her precarious balance at the same time. She did hear some words: “foreign compact…got her right here…come on over…fun…ride her”.
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