Good Friends, Good Food.

The drive home was long, at least it seemed long. The truth is, I just couldn’t wait to start torturing Melody. I still had no idea what I would do to her for missing some of my precious golden water, but I knew it would have to be brutal. As I pulled in the driveway, it hit me. I pulled into the garage, and entered the house through the back door of the garage and, smiling widely, made my way to my bedroom. After digging around in my closet, I found what I was looking for. The black box with the word ‘Toys’ stenciled on the side. I carried it down to the sub-basement, stopping to grab my 13" hunting knife on the wall beside my bed, right under the picture of Melody. I carried the box and knife to where Melody was locked in the small cage. It was so small, she was forced to sit with her knees up to her chest to fit inside. I opened the cage with the key that hung around my neck, pulled her out by her hair, threw her to the ground, cut the ropes binding her hands and feet, then stepped back. She lay whimpering on the ground. I savagly kicked her.

"On your feet little bitch. Slowly, sobbing, she stood. "Strip," I said. She just stared sadly. "Strip or I will strip you," I said a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "You can keep your panties on, but your bra, comes off," I instructed. She dropped her eyes. I was worried her spirit was already broken. That would have affected the taste. She undid her brown leather belt and her jeans button. The denim fell to the floor, baring her long sexy legs, and she kicked them away. Her shirt was shed next as was her bra. I took her by the hand and led her to a small room off to the side of the sub-basement. It had chains and hooks hanging from the ceiling and all manner of torture devices on the walls. I chained her hands to a pair of manacles that hung from the ceiling and raised the chains up till the petite girl was barely able to touch the floor with her toes. I pulled her panties down her long legs.

"You said I could keep my panties on," she objected.

"Yeah. I said you could keep them on when you were stripping. I didn’t say they would never come off," I said as I held the panties aloft triumphantly. I moved to the box and smiled as I formulated what I needed. Opening the box, looked in for a few items. I found three alligator clips, three five pound weights and a whip. I attached the weights to the clips and approached her.

"The first one goes on your right nipple," I said as I opened it at put it in it’s place. Her moan indicated that she had moved into a whole new level of suffering. "The second one goes on your left nipple," I said as, again, I put it in it’s appropriate place. "Where do you think the third one goes?" I asked holding in front of the petite brunette’s face so she could see it. Judging by the way her breathing increased and she began squirming, I deduced that she knew where it was going. I spread her lower lips and toyed with and flicked her clitoris. I applied the third clip when I felt she was sufficiently stimulated.

"AAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!" the scream that came from her throat got me hard really quick. Despite this however, I was determined to silence her. Going back to the box, I removed a black ball gag and quickly fastened it in place.

"You could’ve avoided this by drinking all my piss, bitch," I said as I cinched the straps tightly behind her head before locking the straps in place. She whimpered in response. I walked around her to stand in front of her. Her whimpering increased as I brought the whip up for her to see. "You’re gonna’ get 10 lashes on that cute little clit of yours, 10 each magnificent breast, and 20 on your amazing ass." She shook her head and began thrashing about, screaming and pleading into her gag. I grabbed her face with my right hand and forced her to look into my eyes.

"I gonna’ advise you to stop squirming bitch. It’s only gonna’ hurt more." She tried but still quaked. I retreived a bandana and blindfolded Mel. I circled her silently and suddenly, struck at her left breast. The scream it produced was erotic, even though the ball gag muffled some of it. The second lash was on her right breast. An identical mark on her breasts, an identical scream from her throat. I kept up, lashing her breasts, until each breast had received it’s quota of 10. Then, I started on that amazing ass that I had fantasized about for a few years. The whole time, she was screaming behind her ball gag and crying. I moved behind her and proceeded to lash her amazing ass. The attractive brunette continued to scream and cry. I counted till twenty then stepped back. As much as I had fantasized about her ass before, I found it even more sexy now.

"Now for your cute little clit, my sexy bitch," I said as I circled around her to stand in front of her. I swung with the lash, but missed her clit and a lashed her leg instead.

"Oops," I said, "I missed. That doesn’t count." At this, Mel moaned.  After a few ‘misses’ I decided to move on. so I flogged her clit hard. By the end, Mel was near catatonic. Not to worry though. By the time I was ready to start her next round of torture, she would be awake and aware.