There she was. Her bound form was the first thing I saw when I walked in to the room.

She was, in fact, the most prominent thing in the room. Her, a table covered with various sex toys and implements and, of course, the large X-cross that she was bound to.

She looked young. That didn’t stop my cock from stirring in my jeans.

“Oh, my God!” she said, as soon as she saw me. “Please don’t hurt me!”

I smiled.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I watched as her body visibly relaxed, lulled into a sense of security at my friendly outward appearance.

“Too much,” I added.

She arched her body against the leather thongs holding her to the cross as I approached.

“No, please,” she moaned. “Please, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

Max had grabbed her off the street as soon as the school bus she’d been riding had pulled out of site. When he told me he used the old “lost puppy” approach, I just couldn’t believe it. Aren’t parents warning their little darlins’ about that one any more?

“Please, you can’t do this!” she cried. “I’m only 13! I’ve never . . .”

She stopped talking as I slapped her. Not too hard, just hard enough to let her know I was tired of her whining.

“Don’t you DARE try to tell me what I can and can’t do, you little bitch!” I said, in a quiet but menacing voice that immediately captured her attention.

I strike an imposing figure, I know. At 6-foot-6 and 260 pounds of solid muscle, there aren’t a lot of people out there who want to fuck around with me. The little girl bound to the cross in front of me was maybe 5-feet tall and weighed in less than 100 pounds.

Her delicate thighs were spread wide by the bottom of the X she was attached to, her feet resting on small boards placed there to support her weight. Like her ankles, her thin wrists were wrapped tightly in long leather strips, secured to the top of the X. There was a 2-inch wide belt strapped around her middle, holding her back tightly against the wooden beam. The leather thongs were tight, but not so tight as to permanently cut off circulation to her extremities.

Her tiny breasts couldn’t have been more than a 34A and were pulled upwards by the pressure from her arms held above her head. A small, light brown, erect nipple, hardened not from arousal but by a combination of fear and the cool temperature of the room, capped each tit. Each nipple was surrounded by a lighter brown areola that puffed outward about half and inch from the tight flesh of her chest.

And her pussy. Ah, her pussy. Her delicate slit was almost hairless, covered in just a tiny patch of very fine down that spoke of her extreme youth. Her skin, smooth and unblemished, was almost perfect.

I stepped closer until I was standing just between her spread thighs. She looked up at me, fear darkening her eyes as my gaze ran up and down her body. A single tear dripped from the corner of her right eye and ran down her cheek. I caught it on my finger and licked it clean.

“I like that you’re scared as hell of me,” I told her. “You should be.”

I placed my hands on her wrists, feeling the soft leather and the soft flesh beneath my palms. I also felt her trembling. I slowly traced just my fingertips down the length of her arms to her smooth armpits. She squirmed against her bonds as I gently caressed her flesh.

“Tickles,” she mumbled.

I smiled inwardly while I kept the menacing look on my face. She couldn’t take her eyes off of mine as I traced my fingertips around to her tits.

I ran my hands all over her body, probing and teasing her nipples, her armpits, her fingers and her ass. I stimulated her continuously for several minutes until I had her writhing under my hands before returning to tease still rock-hard nipples.

She fought against her bondage, trying to keep her young breasts away from my probing fingers. I grasped a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pinched, again, not too hard. Just hard enough. She moaned as her eyes closed and her body betrayed her at the erotic stimulation of her sensitive nerves.

“Don’t make this feel good,” she cried.

I laughed out loud at the ridiculous nature of her request. I continued to caress her nipples. I teased her tits until the areolas were as hard and crinkled as the nipples they surrounded as she arched her back, subconsciously pressing her tits into my hands.

I released her breasts when I thought her nipples were about has hard as they were going to get. I walked over to the toy-laden table beside her and selected a pair of nipple clamps connected with a heavy chain. The clamps were smooth. They’d compress her nipples without causing permanent damage and the chain would exert a downward pressure, adding to the painful sensations.

I walked back to my young plaything, the clamps dangling from the chain hanging over my index finger. She obviously didn’t know what was I was carrying or what was about to happen.

“What’s that?” she asked

I slapped her again.

“No questions,” I said. “You’re not here to ask questions. You’re here to do what you’re told, when you’re told to do it. Understand?”

She nodded. I stepped back between her thighs. I grabbed her right nipple and pulled it slightly away from her body. She squirmed again at the sensation.

I attached the clamp to the delicate nubbin. She screamed as the clamp bit in to her flesh and again as I tightened the jaws. She jerked as I just dropped the heavy chain and the clamp pulled at her trapped nipple.

I stepped back to admire my work.

“No,” I said. “That’s not right.”

I stepped in again and released the clamp. I captured her nipple between my fingers again, pulled harder and attached it again. This time, it trapped more of her puffy areola, which elicited and even louder scream from the youngster as I secured it in place.

“God, that hurts!” she cried. “Please, take it off!”

Instead, I dropped the chain. Her head snapped back against nothing, as her nipple was once again pulled downward.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” she moaned. “Please, stop hurting me! What did I ever do to you?”

Instead of answering, I took her other nipple between my fingers, attached the other end of the clamp and tightened it down. I left her, writhing and struggling against her bonds, and walked back over to the table.

I returned a moment later with a lead weight, which I attached to the chain. I let the weight fall and watched as the clamps exerted even more pressure on her tortured nipples.

I continued manipulating her body. I stroked at her trapped nipples. I swung the weight so it alternately put pressure on one nipple, than the other. I teased her clit and tits with feathers and soft brushes, driving her wild. She constantly fought against everything I did to her, begging me to stop touching her and let her go.

I considered gagging her to stop her incessant whining. As I stepped back over to the table, I paused to take another look at my handiwork. What I saw surprised me, to say the least.

As I took in the sight of her young body, I realized the lips of her almost-bald cunt were parted slightly and their was just a hint of a glimmer of moisture collected there. Was this actually turning her on? Was her body betraying her more than I’d initially thought?

I stepped back between her thighs and ran my fingers through the folds of her immature pussy. She moaned again.

Yes, it was definitely wet. I wondered at first if maybe she’d pissed herself. But there wasn’t the telltale puddle on the floor that would otherwise indicate her bladder had let loose from the painful stimulation of her nipples.

I removed my hand from her pussy and she actually groaned at the loss of stimulation! I smelled my fingers and it was definitely pussy that I smelled.

Damn, I thought. This WAS turning her on. Despite her vehement protests to the contrary, my little bondage baby was liking it!

It was time to step it up to the next level. It was time to take my pleasure of her young body.

The X-cross she was secured to had a couple of interesting features. One, it was mounted on an axle that permitted it to be swung through 360 degrees, from the vertical, through the horizontal and back again. The subject on the cross could be placed upright, face down or upside down.

The second feature was one I particularly enjoyed, given my height. The uprights that supported the axle were hydraulic, which meant the entire assembly could be raised and lowered to place the subject at any desired level.

The first thing I did was take an anal plug from the table. It was about 4-inches in length, started out with an almost sharp rubber point. It widened out to about 1-inch at the widest point before it returned to a roughly 1/2-inch shaft just before the base to hold it in place. I didn’t let her see it as I approached. I released the catch that locked the cross in place and swung her quickly past the vertical until she was hanging at a slight head-down position.

She let out an “Ow!” as the weight suspended from the chain connecting her nipples hit her on the chin before it came to rest against her cheek, pulling her nipples roughly in the opposite direction. I thought momentarily about swinging her through a full revolution, just to watch her reaction as the weighted clamps further tortured her already abused nipples. Maybe later, I decided.

I started out, gently probing at the folds of her dampening pussy. Her body was definitely betraying her, reacting to the stimulation I gave it. She moaned deep in her throat as I manipulated her tiny clitoris, teasing the delicate bundle of nerves from its hood. She was also openly crying as she became aroused against her will.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, you little slut!” I said. “You love being tied up and fondled. You know you’re just made to be the plaything of men. Aren’t you?”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she moaned.

“What?” I replied, pinching her clit.

“Oh, God!” she cried. “Yes! I’m just a little slut!”

I nodded to myself. I had her. And it only took about half an hour.

I leaned in and ran my tongue the length of her dripping, preteen slit, from the bottom to the top. She tried to push her pussy tighter against my probing tongue. Her cries of protest had turned to moans of pleasure as I increased my lingual manipulation of her pussy and ass.

I brought her to the edge of orgasm three times, backing off at the last minute, leaving her writhing and moaning in her bonds. By the second time, she begged me to give her “her tickle,” as she called it.

It was time to test the boundaries of pleasure and pain. As I brought her to her peak for the fourth time, I placed the end of the anal plug against her ass. She obviously didn’t think anything of the pressure at her virgin anus and, as I let the stimulation finally carry her over the top and into orgasm, I pushed the 4-inch long probe into her ass.

She screamed as plug spread her virgin ass and ripped its way into her body. Well lubed by now with a mixture of spit and her natural juices, the probe was buried deep in her ass before she knew what was happening.

“Ow! Take it out!” she begged. “It hurts! OW! Please, take it out!!”

I slowly withdrew it from her tight little ass, only to plunge it in again. I slowly fucked her with the plug for a couple of minutes, ignoring her cries and pleas that I stop, until it was sliding in and out with relative ease. She’d also stopped crying quite so much as I buried the probe in her rectum and left it there.

I again released the catch on the axle and swung the X into the upright position. I began releasing her from her bonds.

“Are you going to let me go now?” she asked, sniffling.

I didn’t say a word. I continued untying the leather thongs holding her wrists and ankles in place. When I had her free, I allowed her a moment to massage the circulation back into her hands and feet. I gave her a drink of water.

“We’re just getting started,” I said. “Get back on the cross, facing inwards.”

She hesitated. I took hold of the chain hanging from her tits and gave it a slight tug. Still using the quiet voice that had worked so well to intimidate her up until now, I told her to get back on the cross or I was going to tear the nipples from her tits.

Her eyes got big and she trembled as she stepped into place on the footrests at the base of the cross. I proceeded to tie her wrists first, then secured her ankles back to the base. The position of the footrests left her feet turned outward in an awkward position that would soon become uncomfortable for her, I hoped.

Once I had her again secured in place, I picked up a riding crop and a small, multi-tailed whip from the table. I put the shaft of the crop between her teeth.

“Hold this,” I told her. “I’ll be using this on you next. You hesitated when I gave you an order. Next time, it will be worse.”

I raised my arm and brought the whip down across her tight little ass. She jumped and cried out as the leather straps wrapped themselves around her body.

“You drop that crop and I’m going to shove it so far up your ass you’ll be able to taste the leather,” I said. “Do you understand me?”

She started to reply, almost losing the crop in the process. She nodded instead.

I brought the whip back down across her ass. She jumped again, but hung on tight to the crop with her teeth. I lashed her ass, legs and back for 10 minutes. She writhed and cried out, tugging against her bonds, thrashing around as I scored her skin with the whip. But she kept a tight grip on the shaft of the riding crop. Without giving her a break, I took the crop from her mouth and swished it through the air in front of her face.

“Please don’t hit my butt any more,” she said. “It hurts so much.”

I thought for a second.

“All right,” I said.

I walked directly behind her and brought the rough tip of the crop up, fast and hard, between her legs, directly on her spread, virginal pussy. Her eyes and her mouth flew open, but no sound came out. She was too shocked to even scream as I flicked the crop repeatedly against her cunt and the base of the plug still buried in her ass.

It took about four or five strokes before she finally started to scream. She begged me to stop. But I didn’t listen. I flailed her pussy for five minutes until she literally collapsed against her bonds, her mind and body overwhelmed by the abuse.

With a last, solid blast to the base of the plug, I took pity on her nether regions and moved around to her front where I attacked her tiny tits. Her position on the cross left them exposed, pressed against the rough-hewn wood beams of the cross. The weight swayed as it dangled between her tits, the clamps tugging at her nipples.

She came alive again with the first strike against her tit flesh. She pulled against the thongs holding her wrists in place and tried to free her breasts from my assault. But it didn’t work. I just kept punishing her tits, alternating from side to side. I even managed to knock the clamp off her right nipple, which brought an interesting series of screams combined with moans as the jaws broke free.

I spent another five minutes on her tits. After I knocked the first clamp off, I concentrated on knocking the other one free, as well. I didn’t stop until I succeeded. Once the clamp came loose, I dropped the crop on the floor at her feet and decided it was time to take a break.

She collapsed against the bonds holding her in place. I released the catch on the axle once again, this time rotating her to the horizontal position, but with her hanging from the bottom, suspended by the wrists, ankles and the belt round her waist. That done, I walked over and grabbed a drink. I went and pulled the lone chair in the room in front of her and sat down, watching her as she hung, limp and beaten.

“Why?” she mumbled. “Why are you doing this to me?”

I chuckled.

“Because I can, you silly little slut,” I said. “And, face it, you’re loving it. Aren’t you?”

There was no answer.

I finished my drink at stood. It was time for her to face the rest of the music. I stepped in front of her face and pulled my shirt over my head. She struggled to raise her head and look up at me as I stood in front of her.

I dropped my shirt on the floor and she started shaking her head, weakly, as I kicked my shoes off and loosened my belt.

She started muttering, “No, no, no, no,” again as I opened my jeans and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and stood in front of her, my rock-hard cock making a tent in the front of my boxers. I pushed the button that operated the hydraulics and raised the cross slowly until her body was at a level with my cock.

I couldn’t wait until she got her first look at the cock that was about to fuck the living shit out of her preteen body. As she looked at my crotch, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pushed them down. He eyes got huge as she saw my shaft for the first time.

I’m proud to say, my cock is above average in size. At 8.5 hard inches, it measures fully 2.5 inches in diameter. She started thrashing around as it came in to view, bouncing and throbbing in front of her face, precum leaking profusely from the tip.

I ordered her to open her mouth. She just shook her head. I bent down to pick up the crop and reminded her of what happened the last time she defied me. She closed her eyes and opened mouth.

I put one hand under her chin and the other behind her head. I guided the tip of my cock between her lips and thrust forward. She gagged as the head hit the back of her throat.

I pulled back, then thrust again. This time, I pushed the thick head of my cock straight to the back of her virgin throat and held it there. She was choking and gagging around it as I held her head in place. I started sliding the shaft slowly in and out, fucking her mouth as she struggled against my grip and the cock spearing her face.

I pushed harder with each thrust, determined that she should swallow my cock at least once before I turned to other parts of her young body. She was gagging with each thrust as the head of my cock butted against the entrance to her gullet until, finally, it just opened up and my full length surged into her throat. That quick, her nose was pressed up against my groin and her lips were buried in my pubic hair.

It was obvious my cock was blocking her windpipe as she fought to breathe. Her face started turning red and her throat was convulsing around the shaft. I slowly pulled back, loving the feeling of my cock exiting her throat.

She gasped for breath as soon as my cock cleared her windpipe. She was panting and a stream of saliva ran out of her mouth and dripped from the shaft of my cock.

I waited for her to exhale and drove back into her throat. Her eyes bugged out again and her face turned red as I choked her with the thick shaft. Her tiny hands opened and closed spasmodically as her body begged for oxygen.

I waited this time until she was almost out cold before I pulled away. I stroked in and out of her mouth until she was fully awake, and then repeated the process. I choked her almost to the point of unconsciousness with my cock three more times before I pulled away for the last time.

She was almost completely out of it by this time. I wanted her fully aware for the next step in the process, so I grabbed a glass of cold water and threw it in her face.

She sputtered and spit as the shock snapped her back to reality. I walked around behind her and took a good look at the dripping slit of her virgin pussy. I probed gently around the entrance until the tip of my finger encountered what I’d been hoping to find: Her hymen was intact.

I rearranged the height and position of the cross until she was slightly head down, then insinuated the tip of my cock between the lips of her cunt. She started protesting, again, that she was a virgin, she wanted to save herself for marriage, she was too young. The full litany of a young virgin trying to save her virtue from a too-ardent boy in the back seat of a car.

But I wasn’t a young boy and this wasn’t lovers lane. I told her as much, assuring her she was going to get fucked and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

I pushed forward and slammed my cock to the hilt into her pussy. There was just a moment’s resistance from her hymen, but it quickly gave way to the blunt head of my steel rod. She cried out as I ripped her virginity away forever.

“Oh, God!” she cried. “Please, take it out! It hurts! Please, don’t do this to me! Please, stop!! It hurts!”

I pulled slowly out of her pussy and slammed my cock back inside. Her body lurched as I started fucking her, slowly out then hard back in. I set up a good rhythm, pounding her adolescent body as it dangled from the cross, helpless and at my mercy.

She kept begging me to stop, to pull my dick out of her dripping wet pussy. But I just kept fucking away at her pussy and, slowly, her cries of pain turned to moans of pleasure. After about 10 minutes, in fact, she quit begging me to stop and started pleading with me to fuck her harder.

I kept banging away at her pussy. She started out whimpering and moaning but was soon screaming for me to keep fucking her.

“Please, fuck me!” she moaned. “Fuck me! Damn it, I like it. Fuck me! Shit, I’m going to cum!”

And cum she did. I felt it as her body started twitching and she kept moaning louder and louder. Then her body clenched up and her pussy gripped my cock as I slammed in to her to the base. Her body locked in place and little girl cum gushed out of her pussy, soaking my pubes and running down my thighs.

She started cumming constantly as I continued to pound her pussy. I felt it start in my toes and run up my legs, up my spine to explode in my brain and back down my spine to burst out my cock. I was filling her adolescent pussy with my cum. The first blast burst out of my cock like a rocket and filled her tiny cunt to the brim. A mixture of her cum and mine ran over my balls and down my legs.

I collapsed backwards and onto the floor. I found myself looking up at her spread cunt as a steady stream of white cum flowed out of her gaping lips and dripped to the floor. She hung, limp and used up, suspended below the cross. Her head was down and her eyes were glazed over. A thin line of spittle dripped from her mouth and onto the floor.

It took me a couple minutes to collect myself. I pulled myself to my feet and pulled my jeans back on. She was still hanging, limp and unresponsive, from the cross. I unlocked the axle and spun her upright. She stirred slightly and moaned. Cum was still dripping from her well-fucked pussy.

I gave her a drink of water, and patted her on the head. I finished collecting my clothing and headed for the door.

“You gonna let me go, now?” she asked, still groggy from the sound fucking she’d just received.

I paused with my hand on the doorknob and looked back at her.

“No,” I said. “You’re just getting started.”

She groaned as I shut of the light, plunging the room into darkness. The last sound I heard as the door closed tight behind me was her tear-filled plea:

“Why me?”