Flashback 1993 - There was a little whimper that escaped the young girl's lips as the guy got up and made his way towards her. He only took one or two steps before he was directly in front of her. It didn't stop the bubbling wet whimper from slipping out from between her lips. Somehow the whimpering accompanied the soundtrack of Meatloaf. It was like the realisation through crystal clear digital stereo of an instrument that was never heard through the sub-standard FM radio waves - or even the reality and the depth of vinyl. The whimpering of a teenage girl as the monstrosity of a huge, gargantuan cock waved perilously close to her.

“Just the hold-up stockings and the high heels I think, then we can accessorise.”

He spoke matter-of-factly. He wasn't taller than the red headed girl – just 'bigger'. The red head was young yes but tall, and slightly taller than him in her heels – but not only that, she was well developed. Those forty double Ds were magnificent and somehow although adding to her apparent early maturity, also served the other purpose of enhancing, or accentuating her vulnerability and tender years. It appeared that she should be top-heavy and yet the way she stood on her heels, and shifted her weight seductively from one stiletto to the other, it was obvious that she was a consummate expert on those high heels and an even more consummate expert at balancing what must have been the huge weight of her tits. This was not a virgin girl embarking on an adventure that she didn't know how it would end. This was an accomplished slut – and yet with just a hint of fear there. Something, just something about her, and her demeanour. She slipped off her transparent white silk blouse exposing her breasts completely and her panties were already elsewhere on the carpeted floor so the dark coloured slugs of flesh that were her labia could be easily seen. So to could the pinkness of her inner sexuality as she shifted that weight slightly from one foot to the other. The stockings served the very purpose they were designed for – that being the enhancement of the young girl's long long legs. There was a bambi like quality to the legs, so long, so slim and yet at the same time so shapely – like the lower limbs of this girl were in the very process of morphing into spectacular pins that would carry her into her later years. It was like she knew how to stand, how to shift and how to be pleasing on the eye of this older man. It was almost as though she had been trained, or was being trained to be pleasing on the eye of her 'betters'.

“Like I said, your tits are perfect for what I have in mind – but – well, I don't have much use for your arms. At least not in their present form.”

There was another wet sound that crept over the full, deep red bottom lip of the girl as the man slid past her. His dripping cock head leaving a slug like trail on her left hip as he went behind her. Just a finger, a big fat and yet gentle finger caressing her spine just above her tail bone and then just staying there, right there. It was like as he tickled the tail bone, he was also sending her a message. And right at that time her both hands slipped around her hips, her left hand collecting the trail of slime that had been deposited on her pale hip, and around to the small of her back – just to the area in the middle of her back right above the tail bone. It was like there had been an unspoken command given. It was like at that precise time, that finger tip, his finger tip was touching the spot that he wanted to bring her wrists to. And she did that. CLICK, CLICK. The quivering of her lips accompanied the click locking of the steel cuffs around her wrists. The whimper from the redhead was audible and obviously wet and dripping from the back of her throat. The man was not moved by the whimper – a whimper that threatened to spill into a slight sobbing, but didn't.

“That's 'better' but its not perfect, not yet.”

He spoke at the same time as lifting the cuffed wrists and pulling them out. The very action causing the young girl to suck in air and bend slightly forward at the hips. The very act of doing that making her more aware of her own breasts weight as they rolled down her torso and then hung under her slightly. CLICK, CLICK. A more audible sound from the girl then as another identical set of handcuffs was secured into place. One above each of her elbows, bringing her arms together behind her and her shoulder blades back, almost touching. The manner of the cuff application displaying her flexibility. Still those cuffs forcing her to bend forward slightly and yet at the same time they forced her to jut out her huge, dark tipped breasts. The nibbling of her own bottom lip seemed to enhance her innocence, even though her stark, hairless smooth sexuality and the hugeness of her breasts didn't. The height of her heels didn't help matters at all. Her arms completely disabled and extended behind her made her unsteady on her severely arched feet and the need to shift her weight from heel to heel became more and more apparent. She had to take corrective steps to stop herself from stumbling and as she did that the entire volume of breast flesh swung and waved. Just the simple application of the cuffs, kind of disturbing the balance of this hyper-femininity in all its glory.

“We need to get you more steady on your feet. Don't want you falling over and hurting yourself. Planned pain is always better than unexpected. I'm sure you'll agree?”

It was like a rhetorical question. Like he was really not wanting an answer at all. More like he was simply using the spoken word with which to scare her. Or using the spoken words with which to massage her mind and bring her into a certain headspace. Like a place or a zone he needed her to be in. It would strike anyone witnessing such a scene that this man, this obvious pervert was extremely excited at having this young girl what to all intents and purposes was, at his mercy. The savage hardness of his dripping, drooling cock was immediate proof of his excitement and lust. It was always a step more worrying though when someone is so aroused, so excited by what he, or she is doing, because then the mind, the imagination can go even lower, or into even darker places. He hummed an unrecognisable tune as he pulled down the hook from the chain block swinging above them both. The acute sound of the click and clinks of chain as the hook was pulled down made the girl whimper again. That whimper did turn into a sob as she felt the hook sliding up and under the chain links connected the elbow cuffs. Almost immediately there was the sound of running chain again as the hook was wound back up. Slowly, very slowly in the micro chain, her elbows hoisted up behind her. In effect just her upper arms supported in this way whilst the lower, cuffed arms and wrists hung limply. That gave them something of, bizarrely a 'broken' look to them. They weren't broken, they just looked that way. At first, in the early part of hoisting up her elbows, the redhead had tried to keep the bottom half of her arms taught and tight. And at the same time she also curled and uncurled her fingers. But the higher her elbows were drawn and hoisted the less and less the movement in the lower parts of her limbs remained. The whimpering grew as well. It had been just the odd wet whimper, but that grew and grew into one long whimper and then finally into a snotty, drooling sobbing as she was forced to bend and as she was forced to her very tip toes – the agony becoming very very acute and visible and testing her flexibility to the limit. Eventually the chain was stopped from hoisting up her elbows and she could remain as still as possible in her slightly deformed state. Her lower arms hung limp and yet, her fingers did curl and then uncurl with an alarming regularity. But she was forced right over, bent at the hips and her breasts now heavy and definitely swinging under her. She had tried to keep her head up right, as though in some useless attempt at defying this man who was obviously an expert at doing the type of things he was doing to young girls of the redhead's type, but that worked for only a short time before her head fell forward as limp as her arms.

“UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“As long as the planets are turning,
As long as the stars are burning,
As long as your dreams are coming true - You better believe it! -

That I would do anything for love,
And I'll be there until the final act -
I would do anything for love!
And I'll take a Vow and Seal a pact -

But I'll never forgive myself if we don't go all the way - Tonight -
I would do anything for love!
I would do anything for love,
I would do anything for love,
But I wont do that, I wont do that...”

Just as Meatloaf was wailing into the middle of the song, so the grey haired man was sliding the entire hugeness of his cock into the girl from behind. And just as Meatloaf was coming to the chorus the girl grunted – like she had been winded. Like she had been hit by something hard and fast. But that wasn't it at all. She grunted because of the hugeness of that almost inhuman cock that was stretching the sensual lips and walls of her sexuality. The elbow cuffs and chained hook were holding her in position and yet the invading man-meat was forcing her to find even more tippy toes. He was using her hips to steady him and her and yet – yet at the same time this was a casual fucking he was treating this young girl to. This wasn't the main event – or even one that would last very long. It was simply part of the tenderising process. Letting her feel that length and girth inside her would work on her mind – it would let her know that it was just the beginning for her, that despite how much she needed to, wanted to, or had to grunt in order to take that cock inside of her, that would be nothing compared to what was to follow. He slipped the cock into her slowly using her own wetness and his pre-cum – which was kind of him given that, men of his ilk would not be beyond forcing that cock in dry and un-lubricated. He slid it into her and then he nudged her cervix once before withdrawing. He withdrew the huge thick vein ridden cock as slowly as he had pushed it inside of her and he simply hovered, just the hugeness of his bell end inside of her – he seemed to hold that inside of her and then lean back so that he could see her flesh stretched to the limit around the brutal thing that was his cock. Then he plopped it out. He plopped it out and held her with one hand on her hip, and the fingers of his other hand wrapped around his own cock guiding that huge swollen bell end to her back passage. He didn't put it in he just held it there, threateningly

“NOOOOOO NOOOOOOO PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

The young girl's voice was a mixture of an extended grunt and a heartfelt begging for him not to put that 'thing' inside her back passage. He simply stroked the dripping bell end up and down the crevice of her ass. Just stopping as he passed the puckered hole of her anus, just to nudge it a little, just to nudge it enough for it to begin to dilate and just enough to make her holler with fear more than anything. With that fear then a trembling. A pure trembling that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep inside her. But it was a debilitated trembling – just a desperate one really that was held in check by the single hoisted hook that she was strung up from. He stroked her crevice a number of times, like as though he was maximising her terrors and like as though he was lapping it all up. Like as though this is what he did for kicks.

“Not yet, no not yet little one – Maybe you are going to BEG me to put my cock into your ass. By the end of this maybe you will beg me to fuck your ass. Beg me to hurt you with this cock.”

Once again, words designed to terrorise the young girl. The words hissing and whispered. Like a wet drooling hissing. Words designed to melt her mind and designed to make her fear the immediate future as well as designed to bring to her the complete understanding that she could do nothing about it. She was completely and utterly at this man's mercy on the twenty first floor of that high rise and in the apartment that had been modified and adapted for use. He slapped her ass cheeks with the cock making the ass flesh ripple and then he chuckled – like a menacing chuckle that seemed to seep into her psyche and stay just there tumbling round and working her mind into a deeper state of melt.

“UUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH.”