Bad Girl prt 1 nc MF

[NaughtyKty]

The girl whimpered as he prepared her "torture table". Already he had
affixed stirrups for her knees and ankles. Their positions and angles
would keep her knees lifted and spread as far as possible, while also
keeping her feet to the sides and out of the way. He was now
tightening the straps that hold down the rest of her body, to make
sure she couldn't alter her torture with any movement. Finally
satisfied, he turned and smiled at her. "Ready?" he asked cheerfully.
He seemed completely at ease with the fact that he had abducted her
against her will, and was about to strap her down and torture her.
Mutely, she shook her head, too scared to speak. "Alright, suit
yourself, I'm not ready yet anyway. Gotta get the tools ready." With
that, he went walking around the small studio apartment, picking
things up and examining them as if seeing them for the first time. He
seemed to find fault with everything, until he walked out of the small
bathroom, carrying a still-packaged toothbrush. He waved it at her,
as though he had found his missing car keys. "Bet I can put this to
better use than brushing my teeth", he joked, dropping it on the
table. The girl, Beth, looked at him with such misery, that for a
moment he almost doubted himself. "Beth, you wanted this, remember?"
Looking up at him, now curious, she waited to see if he would say
more. She didn't dare speak, for fear that she might say the wrong
thing, and worsen her fate. But he had forgotten her for the moment
as returned to his search for "tools". She watched in silent
despair,as he opened a closet and took out an old beat-up lamp.
Looking at it pensively, he finally shrugged, and ripped the cord out
of it. The cord was about four feet long, but a quick snip of the
scissors remedied that. He now held what looked like a small whip in
his hands, about one and a half feet long. He brought it over and
laid on the table next to the toothbrush, after a few test swings,
looking quite proud of himself. She stared with the same terrified
fascination that she might feel for a black snake. What part of her
body was he planning to use that on, she wondered. It looked as
vicious as any whip one might find in a BSDM shop. She turned her
attention back to her captor, as he looked for items he could hurt her
with...to be continued...

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Luv,
Kitty