BONDAGE BRANDY 
By Powerone

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Copyright 2010

This is a continuation of "BREAKING IN BRANDY". Brandy has graduated from college and moved out of the house. Michael has moved away and divorced after getting caught with Brandy. Suddenly, Brandy finds Michael at her door. He is ready to continue where he left off and Brandy is too naive and eager to please him that she doesn't realize what perversions Michael has been dreaming of committing on this young girl.


Chapter 1


Four Years Later

Brandy graduated from college, moving into the city, away from home, hoping to start a new life.  Her parents still looked at her differently since they found out about her and Michael, not even him moving could changed anything. 

She had found a good job as an advertising assistant, able to afford an apartment by herself.  She enjoyed her privacy.  She dated on and off, but nothing steady, most men her age interested in partying and getting her into the sack and then they moved onto the next conquest.  None of them really turned her on the way Michael had done.  He was so demanding, Brandy needing that in a man, yet at the same time it gave her such pleasure to perform whatever he asked of her.

            

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The buzzer rang, shattering her nerves as she sat on the couch watching a television show.  It was early Friday night, Brandy staying home after a hard week at work.  She wasnt expecting anyway.  She walked over to the speaker in the kitchen.  Yes?

Ring me up.

She recognized the voice, no need for him to say who he was.  It sent a shiver up her spine and a tingling between her legs.  Yes, Sir.  She pushed the button until she heard the door opening.

It took Michael a couple of months to find Brandy, her parents not very cooperative, but he finally managed to locate her.  Michael had changed jobs, consulting now, travelling around the county, no need to go home now that Cindy had divorced him.  He still saw the girls, but with Cindy having a boyfriend and intending to get married soon, it became less and less.  He didnt have a home, staying wherever he was consulting for three to six months at a time and then having the freedom to pick up and go somewhere else.  But this was different, Michael taking a corporate apartment in the city now that he found Brandy.

The door to her apartment was already open, Brandy looking so much better then he remembered.  And he remembered her well and often.  He had tried to reconcile with Cindy at first, but after Brandy, Michael could never go back to a woman that didnt approve of his inclinations or submit to them. 

She could almost cum as Michael walked down the hallway.  Her eyes were drawn to his crotch, not surprised to see his erection pushing out the front of his pants as if he were proud of it, and she was sure that he was.  He was a couple of years older, but she hoped that he was even more experienced, Brandy wanting him in ways that she couldnt even fathom.  In his hand was a bag, but she didnt ask what was in it, wanting the surprise and excitement.  He stopped as soon as he got to the doorway, standing only inches from her.

You look good, Brandy.  She was dressed casually, but his mind knew what was below the loose fitting shirt and tight jean shorts.  Youve matured into a good looking woman, he complimented her, his eyes drawn to her breasts, still pert.  His hand slid up and he caressed one of them until he felt the hardness of one erect nipple.  She made no attempt to stop him; in fact she acted as if it were the most normal thing to do.  He squeezed one breast until he heard a soft moan from her lips. 

She shouldnt have let him fondle her in the hallway, but even after all these years, it felt like the most normal thing, his hand feeling like he had done this yesterday, not four years ago.  She couldnt deny the pleasure she felt, her nipple hardening into a rock as soon as he started, his finger pinching it until she felt a pleasurable ache in her chest.  Do you want to come in, or would you rather strip me naked and throw me to the floor here?

Would you object if I did?  His hand slid up from her breast to slide over the smooth skin of her cheek.

No, Sir.  I told you once before, I am yours, do what you want of me.  I havent changed my mind.  She loved his large hand and the way it felt.

Michaels hand slid over her lips, two fingers parting her lips and sliding into her mouth, feeling the way her lips clasped tightly around it as if it were his cock.  He began to pump his fingers in and out of her mouth until he felt her tongue caressing his fingers.  Stroke my cock with your hand.  His cock jerked rigid the moment he felt her soft hand grab his shaft through his pants.  Her fingers moved up and down his cock just the way he had taught her.  He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth as her fingers curled tightly around his cock and sliding up until she squeezed the crown of his cock.

She felt his fingers in her mouth, wishing it were his cock, but she performed as if it were, her lips gripping them tight as her tongue washed them down, Brandy wishing she could taste the salty cum that her tongue would have extracted if it were his cock.  His fingers pushed in deeper, but she didnt move, her hand going down and grabbing his cock, remembering exactly the correct way he had taught her to please him with her hand.  It was like it was four years ago, the wetness between her legs soaking her panties with her increasing arousal.  GGGLLG, she gagged, but her throat almost swallowed his fingers as they pushed to the back of her mouth, tickling her tonsils until she choked. 

He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth.  Lets go inside where we can be more intimate.  He left no doubt of his desires, Brandy moving out of the way as he walked in.  She shut the door, watching as she put the dead bolt on to lock it tight.  He looked around the room, his eyes drawn to the dining room table.  It wasnt that long, but that would be okay. 

She turned around as he looked around the room, not sure what he was looking for.  He put the bag down, hearing something metallic clicking as it hit the coffee table

The table should do, Brandy.  Sit on the edge.  His cock threatened to break free of his pants, her hand and her lovely body driving his erect so thick and long.

She didnt hesitate, moving the flowers off of the table, sitting on the edge, her long naked legs dangling from the edge.  She could only wait and grow aroused as he moved to her.

His hands pushed on her shoulders.  Lay back, Brandy.  He arranged her, her body sliding easily on the shiny table, pushing her until her head began to slip off the edge of the table on one end.  Relax, holding her head as he slid her until she was almost looking upside down.

She wet her lips when she realized what he was arranging her for.  Her head slid off the edge, looking up at him, staring directly at his crotch.  Her mouth would be at a convenient height and with her head hanging down, his hands would be holding her so he could get the maximum pleasure from her mouth, tongue and throat, sure that he would make her take his cock deep into her stomach.  She couldnt wait to taste his cum.  Yet he was far from being finished with her.

Michael opened up the bag, fumbling around inside until he pulled out the first roll of red rope.  He turned towards her until she could see it.  Hands over your head.  Such a lovely table.  Its built for bondage; you must have picked it with me in mind.

She never even thought of it, Michael the one that had the sexual imagination, Brandy the submissive one, allowing him anything that he wanted.  She felt the rope tied around her wrists, digging deep into her skin, but it only made her grow more excited as Michael began to tie her.  She was glad she was wearing old clothes, sure they would be ripped from her body soon enough.  He pulled the rope beneath the edge of the table until Brandy felt her arms secured beneath it, pulled down below her back, her breasts forced out provocatively.  She only hoped that her legs would be next.

Michael pulled out another coil of red rope, this time reaching over her, his crotch pushed into her face, feeling her hot breath even through his pants, rubbing his crotch back and forth across her face as he grabbed her two legs and began to pull them up towards her head.  He saw the edge of the table, releasing one leg so he could tie the rope around her leg just below the knee.  He pulled the rope beneath the edge of the table about midway down, threading the rope through the bracket, pulling her leg up and out until her crotch blossomed open.  He grabbed her other leg, performing the same task until Brandy laid their, her legs pulled up and back, spread out as if she were waiting for a lover.  He could only imagine what her pussy looked like beneath the tight jean shorts, but he would soon find out.

She bit lightly on the cock that was rubbing back and forth over her face, the pants rough on her skin but it was her cock that she wanted and wanted in her mouth.  He was busy tying her legs, spreading her open until her ass barely touched the table, the rope holding her pinned and spread.  He moved away, but his eyes were on his handiwork, Brandys bound body.

Thats the way I love you, Brandy.  Bound tight.  Now I can go to work on your body as soon as I get you naked.

Go to work on her body.  What was he going to do to me?  What else was in the bag?  He had come prepared, hoping I was too for what he would do.  Bound as she was, she no longer had any choice in the matter, except for her mouth and she was sure that it would soon be filled with the hot flesh of his hard cock.



Chapter 2

Table Bound

Michael took another rope, lacing it around her waist, low down on her hips.  He pulled it to the other end of the table, not wanting her body having the ability to curl up and get away from what he planned to do to her.  This way she would be spread out, her legs open, her sex revealed.  First, he had to dispose of her clothes.

Brandy felt her body pulled in both directions by the rope around her waist and her legs over her head.  Her pussy was drowning in her excitement.  Michael looked through the kitchen drawers, finding a pair of shears.  The shirt split open as the shears tore through the fabric with ease.  He pulled it off, leaving her in her bra.  The jeans were next, the fabric thicker, but Michael did it as though he had cut the clothes off a girl hundreds of times until she was only in her bra and panties. 

Michael looked at the wet spot that stained her panties, the wide spread of her legs exposing her arousal.  Im glad you are anticipating this as much as I am.  He stood next to her head as he disrobed, standing there in only his briefs, the fat bulge of his cock pushing them out obscenely.  He leaned over her to get to her bra, pushing his cock into her face as he rubbed her salaciously while he cut the bra from her body.  It didnt take much until her naked breasts were exposed, her nipples hardening without so much as any provocation, Michael teasing her by not even touching them until he was finished.  He moved his cock against her face, feeling her lips nibbling on his cock through his briefs.  He hated to move, but he pushed away, seeing the disappointment on her face when he took his cock from her lips.  His briefs were wet with her saliva.

Even though she could taste the material of his shorts, it was his cock that she was after.  He rubbed it back and forth across her face until Brandy could finally capture it with her mouth, her mouth opening to take the shaft inside, biting down gently to trap it.  Her tongue ran over the briefs, but she could feel the hot flesh of his cock just beneath the thin material.  She wanted her mouth filled with his cock, wanting him to take her so completely, even forcing her to take his cock down into her throat until she pleasured him the way he wanted.  She was disappointed when he pulled his cock away from her mouth, her breasts naked, but his fingers didnt touch her, her nipples growing as if they were searching out his touch.

She felt the shears make quick work of her panties, slipping them off of her until she was completely naked to him.  He did the same, Brandy licking her lips when he revealed his naked cock, almost able to taste him once again.  It had been too long since she took his cock into her mouth.

Michael stepped back to admire his naked prey; bound and spread for him.  He had taken her virginity before, now he would teach her some of the perversions he had been dreaming of doing to her for years.

 Her body was crying out for his touch, but he stood back and admired her, stroking his cock with one hand, Brandy wishing it were her fingers that were curling around the shaft of his cock.  Please, Michael!  She begged him, not sure what she was begging him to do.

My, we are impatient.  Soon, Brandy.  Youll soon be begging.

Michael picked up the bag.  He pulled out two suction cylinders, each glass tube of varying lengths, along with the hand pump.  One of the cylinders was only ? inch in diameter, her nipple would become very elongated.  The other was ? inch in diameter.  It would make her nipple stout.  Michael had the smallest one custom built.  Inside the normally smooth interior, this one was brandished with rough lumps, small at the beginning and growing larger farther in the tube.  The larger cylinder was only two inches long, but the cylinder was only empty for the first inch.  The second inch had a dozen sharp needles jutting out from the sealed end, facing downward.  The suctioned nipple would be drawn into the needles, with no chance to escape.

Brandy couldnt see what he had in his hand, grateful to feel his fingers plucking at her nipples, the slightest touch sending shivers between her legs.  His strong fingers teased and pinched her nipples until they ached in pleasure.

This if for your left nipple.  Michael showed her the glass cylinder, but she failed the grasp the roughness of the inside.  His lips found her nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth biting on the areola to keep it trapped as he suctioned the nipple until his tongue found the tip, slapping back and forth across the nerve rich tip while she moaned in pleasure.  Once he got it hard, his mouth deserted it, the cool glass cylinder fitting tightly around it to trap it.

Her nipple was wet and hard by the time Michael sucked it to hardness, feeling the cold glass cylinder placed around it.  She had seen nipple suckers on the Internet, but this one was different, more formidable.  Her nipple was stimulated by the cool glass as Michael hooked up the pump to it, Brandys body on edge at the thought of what it would feel like when he pumped it up.  His mouth had drawn it out, stretching it, his teeth biting down to trap it. 

He looked in her eyes as he held the pump in one hand.  He pumped it rapidly, looking back to watch her nipple suddenly drawn over three inches longs quickly, the brown flesh of her nipple turning a crimson red as it was stretched to the fullest, the bumps in the cylinder quickly forcing it to drag painfully through the cylinder.

EEEEEEHHH, she couldnt contain herself. She never felt anything like it.  Her nipple felt like it was on fire.  First, it felt good as the suction tugged on it, but it never ceased, pulling so far that her flesh wasnt elastic enough to stretch that far.  She felt the blood pulled to the nerve endings in the surface, but it was the tightness that took her breath away.  The cylinder was too skinny, her nipple compressed the deeper it was pulled into the cylinder, but Michael never stopped until it felt like it was over three inches long.  The cylinder didnt feel smooth as she thought.  It felt like it was lined with sandpaper.  She was at least grateful that he had stopped sucking it in, but she felt the tremendous pressure around her trapped nipple as if it were being squeezed by an unyielding vise.

Michaels cock grew in sync with her nipple stretching, her gasp of shock making him harder.  He released her nipple, depressing the pump until her nipple shrunk down, then quickly pumped it back up, watching as her nipple was drawn through the rough cylinder, scratching painfully along the sensitive flesh.

GGGGOODD, she cried out.  Her nipple was released, but as soon as it shrunk in the tube, Michael pumped it up again, this time Brandy feeling something rough rubbing along her nipple flesh like sandpaper.  It felt like her nipple was stretched farther, but Michael released it and pumped it up a third time, feeling like her nipple was torn as it passed through the tube until it stretched painfully.  She cried out again, but Michael only smiled down at her evilly, his cock growing from her pain.

He held the one nipple pinned in the cylinder while he worked on the other.  He showed her the cylinder this time so she could appreciate it.  The other cylinder is lined with rough bumps which I am sure you have already experienced.  Ill get back to pumping it up and down so you can appreciate all that it has to offer.  But first, I need to stimulate the other.  This tube is wider, so your nipple will not be so compressed, but the suction will make it become stouter.  The cylinder is short, but at the other end is a dozen sharp needles that will wait for you nipple to stretch to greet them.  Their sharp tips will sink into the meat of your nipple.  I think you will find it very stimulating.

Brandy felt the cold cylinder forced over her other nipple, but even though she knew she would feel the horrific pain of the needles piercing her nipple flesh, she still couldnt stop them from growing erect as she waited for him to pump it up.  Michael worked quickly, hooking the same pump up to the other cylinder, not sure how it worked, bracing for the piercing pain she knew was imminent.  She heard a hiss as he pumped quickly, feeling her nipple drawn out.  It didnt hurt like the other one, at least until it stretched an inch.  The first needle punctured the very tip of her nipple, feeling like a knife was stabbing into her heart as it pierced the nerve rich tip, followed quickly by other needles finding all of her stretched nipple and part of her areola.  EEEEWWWW, she couldnt help crying out, the needles jabbing into the flesh of her nipple with such pain.

Michael released the nipple, watching as the needles pulled out, tiny drops of blood appearing the spots it deserted.  Again, he warned her, quickly pumping up the cylinder until her nipple stretched and the needles punctured her sensitive nipple flesh.  He enjoyed her scream of pain, but he was afraid of the neighbors calling the police.  Open your mouth, he ordered her, looking down at her tear stained face.

He was going to silence her scream with his cock, Brandy opening her mouth to receive him, anything to pleasure Michael.  He began to thrust inside her mouth as soon as her lips clenched onto his cock, her tongue going to work on his cock to make him cum.  He was not idle, his hand working the pump, one nipple pulled through the painfully skinny cylinder, rubbing the flesh raw until it felt like it was skinned, then pumping up the other until the needles pierced the very depths of her soul.  She could feel him growing in her mouth as he continued to force her to ride the pain for his pleasure.

It felt like hours to Brandy before she felt his body stiffen.  He had entered her throat numerous times, choking and gagging her through her pain clouded brain, but he pulled out as he climaxed in her mouth, Brandy swallowing copious amounts of his salty, thick cum, remembering what it was like to accept his sperm into her belly. He never stopped abusing her nipples until she had swallowed a gallon of cum in her belly, pulling out and releasing her nipples from the painful torture.  Her nipples refused to get soft, the slightest breeze across the one rubbed raw feeling like a pair of pliers twisting it.   The other one felt like needles were still jammed into the meatus of her flesh.  Michael pulled his cock from her mouth, a trail of drying cum on her lips.  In spite of the pain, her pussy wanted to feel him inside her, but Michael had other plans.

Now I can go to work on your pussy, Brandy.  You are going to feel such delicious pain.  Michaels cock was already growing in sadistic pleasure.



Chapter 3

Whipped for His Pleasure

Brandy licked her lips, enjoying the salty taste of his thick cock.  It had been a long time since he had filled her mouth and belly with his cum.  He pulled the suction cups off of her nipples, but they stood out hard and erect, the slightest breeze across them stimulating where the cups had abused them.  She was sure that Michaels fingers would continue their abuse.

With her legs spread so wide, she was defenseless, seeing the eighteen-inch ruler he pulled out of the bag, the heavy wooden ruler swooshing through the air.  He had just cum, yet Michaels cock was still semi-erect and growing.  He enjoyed punishing her.  She wanted him to touch her pussy, but this was not the way.

Im going to get your pussy nice and tender; and my cock hard again.  Then we can fuck.  Its been a lot of years since Ive been inside that hot, tight little box.  Do you still remember how to pleasure me with your pussy, Brandy?

How could she forget, Michael teaching her how to clench her muscles on his cock as he tore into her, the only way she got pleasure from the act now.  Yes, Master.

He swung the ruler, the position Brandy was in she couldnt see it, but she heard it breaking the air.  She felt the sharp slap on her inner thigh, high up so she could feel the rush of air on her naked pussy.  It stung and Brandy cried out. EEEhhh, feeling the flesh heat up from the blow. 

His cock grew when he heard the slap of the ruler on her sensitive inner thigh, her body jerking and her squeal of pain.  He saw the white flesh turn red.  The ruler swung and caught the other thigh, a sickening thud as the wooden ruler slashed at her skin.  He looked down, a dew covering the lips of her pussy.  She might cry out, but it was her pussy that was growing wet, not tears in her eyes. 

The next blow of the ruler was high up, catching her on the top of her bush, slapping hard.  She shook, but barely a whimper came from her lips.  He went to work on her outer pussy lips, starting near where her torso and legs met, and them moved closer to her slit. 

He was beating her lips with the ruler, the hard, unyielding wood smashing into the thick flesh with a thud.  It stung, but didnt hurt, at least by time it got to her brain.  All she felt was a tingling in her loins.  Her legs were spread obscenely, all of her sex open and vulnerable.  He must have hit her lips at least twenty times, both sides receiving equal abuse, her lips puffing up as they endured.  She knew he was only working up to the more delicate areas, the soft, delicate inner lips and finally her clit.  He wouldnt be happy or hard until he smashed the ruler into her swollen clit.

Michaels fingers slid between her lips, coated with her juices as he plucked back her lips to expose the soft, pink inner flesh.  He had a hard time holding the oily flesh.  He started off lightly slapping the flesh, the wet thud resounding in the room.  He pulled the lips out farther so he could attack the wet flesh with the thick ruler.  Her eyes began to tear up, her lip quivering as he worked the flesh over with the hard, wooden ruler.

He was pulling her lips open too wide, but the strain on the flesh was nothing compared to the harshness of the ruler on her inner lips.  The soft skin was never meant for such abuse, but Michaels perverse acts always went to the extreme limits.  It stung terribly, feeling like her lips were attacked by a swarm of bees.  They swelled, but it only made it more vulnerable.  She thought he would never stop.

He rubbed his cock on her face as he beat her pussy with the ruler.  Each cry from her lips vibrated along his growing cock.  He stopped with the ruler, pulling his cock from her face, but he needed something more formidable.  He pulled the rattan cane from the bag.  Over two feet long, it was flexible and would bite nicely.  This is usually used on the females buttocks for discipline, but I think in your case, Ill use it on your pussy.

She had only seen things like this, but never expected to have it used on her.  Especially on her pussy.  Brandy didnt know how she would stand it.  Please, Michael, she begged.

No need to beg, Brandy.  I would be glad to use it on your pussy.  He knew she was begging him not to use it, but he wouldnt stop until she was soft and tender, ideal for a hard fucking.  The pain would make her pleasure him nicely.

The first blow split her pussy lips apart, driving the rattan cane through her lips to attack her inner lips with a vengeance.  Her scream was priceless, her body jerking hard on the table, the rope digging painfully into her flesh as she tried to escape the tight bondage.

EEEEWWW, Brandy screaming out probably waking up the neighbors.

Michael was beyond reason, watching as her pussy lips folded suggestively over the cane as if it was her lovers cock.  He pulled the cane back, the edge of the cane wet with her juices.  He pressed the cane between her lips, sawing it back and forth so the thick knobs on the cane would rub harshly along the abused flesh.  He made sure the ribs on the cane found her clit, teasing it out from its protective hood so it would be available for abuse.  He pulled the wet cane from her lips, slapping it hard down between her legs, this time the brittle cane striking her clit, hard and exposed, taking the brunt of the punishment as it smashed her pleasure button into her pubic bone.

She felt her life shattered in her head when he hit her clit.  It felt like her head was exploding, her pleasure button smashed hard into her pubic bone.  The cane returned, rubbing harshly over her engorged clit until it felt like it was rubbed raw.  Another blow between her lips, smashing her clit, sent her body rocking on the table, the tight bondage preventing her escape.  She felt his thickening cock rubbing on her face, feeling the hardness that her pain brought him. 

He pulled away, his balls aching for relief.  Punishing young girls can be so tiring.  He looked down at her tear stained face, a faint trace of his drying cum on her face where he had rubbed her provocatively as he enjoyed beating her.  He took out the rubber glove, the palm and fingers laced with tacks pushed up from the inside.  He put it on, but not before he showed her the sharp points that littered the fingers and palm.  Im going to use this on your ass to make sure you give me a good ride.

She felt him climb on the table between her legs.  It only took a second before she felt his cock fisted against the opening of her pussy.  He plunged into her pussy without so much as any preliminaries, but he slid in easily, her pussy soaked with her desires to please.  She found her pussy filled with his rock hard flesh, stretching her inner passage around his demanding hot flesh.  It hurt as his cock slid over her abused outer flesh, but inside it was all pleasure as she accepted his cock.  He began to fuck her hard and fast, the friction burning up her insides.  She remembered how much she missed being taken so fully by a demanding lover.  She gripped his cock with her inner muscles, her only job to please her Master.  Not even her pleasure was paramount. 

He felt her muscles nibbling on his cock like tiny animals, taking her with the full measure of his cock, the tight bondage leaving her to take the punishing strokes with no reprieve.  He rubbed his gloved hand under her bare buttocks, the tacks scraping deep red trenches in the clenching flesh, but it only added to his pleasure as her muscles curled around his cock in painful response.

The tacks dug into her buttocks, but she could do little but try to make him cum.  When he tired of raking her cheeks with the tacks, his finger found her exposed anus, two tacks on the tip of one finger pushing into the nerve rich tissue around her anus, as her buttocks clenched uncontrollably as the skin was punctured with the tacks.  He finally came in her, but already one finger covered in tacks was in her rectum, scratching the soft walls as her muscles fought the painful invasion.  She milked the cum from his balls as she felt the familiar hot cum jetting into her receptive pussy.

Michael couldnt hold back any longer, shooting his cum into the bound, young girl that lay beneath him.  She took everything he had to offer, yet she milked his cock until he got his pleasure from her.  He had so much more to teach her and he knew she would be responsive, no matter how harsh and perverse.  She lived to provide him with all the pleasure he wanted from her and he would use that against her to degrade her.

 

I have been having trouble finding enought time to write stories for my website with so much time spent on my novels. I was also told that I have been only adding the more extreme short stories and that my readers are missing my Dominant Male/Female Submissive stories like "Teaching the Au Pair To Submit"

This is the second story in this sequence, short chapters that I hope will have you cumming back for me.

This is a continuation of "BREAKING IN BRANDY". Brandy has graduated from college and moved out of the house. Michael has moved away and divorced after getting caught with Brandy. Suddenly, Brandy finds Michael at her door. He is ready to continue where he left off and Brandy is too naive and eager to please him that she doesn't realize what perversions Michael has been dreaming of committing on this young girl.



