Chapter 1

Tanner’s cock stood high as he pulled the cord tight around the girl’s neck, the tears rolling down her pretty cheeks as she sniffed and licked at his standing bell, the veins in his rod pulsing, that bell, glistening as it made ready to spurt. She knew her time was over, as Tanner pulled the cord tighter and grunted at the lush stimulation of her lapping tongue. She’d been abducted after contacting him through an advert in the S&M journal he owned, had been whipped, beaten, fucked anally and tortured eternally ... but now knew her use was over, and she’d join the others in the line of graves he’d taken such pleasure in showing her.

As Tanner’s grip on the cord increased, the semen rose like a geyser as the lapping of her tongue faded, replaced by her jerking as he choked her thoroughly, his cream shooting violently at her blueing lips. As he writhed in the ecstasy of his perverted orgasm, he knew he’d be brought to justice one day; there were many feminine vigilante groups operating in this dystopian world, and the thought of being caught by one of those, had him shoot his mess liberally as the bound girl slumped lifeless, having paid the ultimate price for her sexual curiosity.

In 2057, people with money and land such as Tanner, were a law unto themselves, and in a world with minimal governments, world warfare was something long forgotten - a non-economic scenario that no nation could afford, and where a return to feudal systems reigned supreme in just about everywhere - no nation gave a shit about what went on elsewhere ... Tanner had inherited a vast tract of land, which had once been a ranch, through an acquaintance with a woman who’d taken him in as a teenager, she’d abused him sexually from the onset, delighting in masturbating him, and forcefully introducing him to the pleasures of satisfying a woman’s needs orally. She’d encouraged him to bring home younger women, and enjoyed watching him spank and cane them as he exacted the revenge on femininity that his controlling feminine guardian had installed in him, she, often indulging in punishing the girls while he stood and watched ... erect with the taste for feminine dominance which he harboured following her ruthlessness with him.

Though that underlying desire to know again, the controlling heel of femininity the woman who’d taken him in had shown him, he put it aside whenever he could, which only aggravated his perverted lusts to dominate younger women. He could never quite get away from it haunting him though, as the journal he owned, available in both hard copy and online, catered for all sides of S&M, sweet girls all too easily taken in, on applying for the ‘vacancy’ advertised by him whenever his sadistic perversion required it, but the harder, domineering matriarchs which had him erect unwillingly, also necessarily abundant within the publication.

Tanner knelt by the freshly dug pit, and masturbated hard over the naked and trussed girl lying silently in it. Her gagged face looked so serene, as though she’d found her strangulation by his hand blissful. He groaned his gratitude as the semen burst from his cock, his orgasm fortified by the memory of how willingly she’d accepted the whip and cane, his cream jetting across the soft white flesh of her buttocks, spattered and striped with the evidence of the pain he’d inflicted upon her, pain which had seen her orgasm uncontrollably when whipped whilst her cunt was stuffed with the vibrator, which lay with her as a sordid memento.

As he jerked and jetted in sadistic ecstasy, his eyes went across to the distant but newly worked paddocks and enclosures peeping from behind the nearby hills, requiring he placed more adverts, this time in earnest. The scaffolds and eerie structures which formed his latest venture, a ‘Punishment Park’, would need attendants and suitable stooges - some disposable - to attract a perverted clientele. His orgasm peaked as once again, the darker side of his perversion returned to him, and had him imagine being noosed by a woman and led to the scaffold, so deservedly ... and as the last loops of cream spurted out to adorn the evidence of his latest crime, he couldn’t know just what an erotic omen that lusty thought was.

The workmen who’d carried out the major work had asked no questions and had been paid well, and were now long gone. They’d amused themselves with rumours, but the general opinion was that this was to be used as a film set. They knew this client was into media, or publishing, or something - but it was inconsequential to them, they’d plied their various trades and moved on to the next appointment. As Tanner shifted the dirt to cover the spent body now tributed with his seed, he thought on how he’d word those ads, and how he’d do a ‘round up’ and physically collect the abundant waifs and strays who inhabited the nearby city in hordes, their use as disposables would be invaluable. He’d often picked them up individually; there were one or two helping his roses and shrubs bloom, but now he’d need them in quantity. He finished his work with the spade, then strode over to a track bike and rode it to the newly completed outbuildings.

He was ready to masturbate again, on opening the dormitory door, still scented with the smell of freshly cut pine, soon to be adorned with the aroma of enslaved pussy, and viewing the rows of beds, each with a shiny chain and steel neck brace bolted to the wall. His cock stirred a little more, despite having just spunked liberally, on closing the door again and turning to see the vista the enslaved girls would see each time they left to know the pleasure of a client. There, in the middle of a dusty square, stood a sturdy but bleak gallows, the promise of the noose beckoning any disobedient slave. Tanner’s cock bolted erect in his underwear, as he took in the shadow of the noose, cast beautifully across the dusty square by the hot sun, its positioning perfect in making the best use of that ominous pattern throughout the day.

Tanner’s fingers trembled with acute excitement as he tapped out the advertisement asking for prospective personnel with ‘a broad outlook on life’, he sweated a little as he begrudgingly worded requests for the more mature women he’d find necessary for certain clients, carefully indicating that those of a bisexual nature would be more than welcome; he found it easy to boss and dominate younger women, but knew those more senior in years would be a very different prospect. He tried not to think of how those particular interviews would go, but found himself openly nursing an erection as he hit the ‘send’ button ... a variety of women would soon be in touch.

He played with himself till the point of ejaculation, teasing himself to the very edge of spurting, his mind running riot with a mixture of sordidly erotic thoughts, before heading out in his van toward the city’s perimeter, and the waifs and strays that nobody cared about ... least of all, those in what remained of any semblance of authority. They were quite happy to see these young tarts removed from their streets, turning a blind eye to those few who were reported as missing - what CCTV coverage there was, thoroughly enjoyed as vehicles and vans, such as that used by Tanner, turned up to cleanse the precincts of their unwanted presence, the hapless girls going either willingly or unwillingly, tapes then wiped clean and forgotten - private copies taken of unwilling abductions, and masturbated over at leisure.

Tanner wound down the window as he approached the stark concrete and glass jungle. He hated it, as much as the people within it, but needed their patronage, and those who lived at its lower limits would serve to bring them in. No more than several hundred yards into the urban maze, he spotted a puffy lipped and plump girl, sat pouting on the periphery of a group of catty bitches, and parked the van up around a nearby corner, so’s not to alert the girls to any thoughts of alarm.

As he casually strode around the corner and sat himself on a bench on the opposite side of the street, he never dreamed her capture would be so easy. As the newspapers blew by in the breeze like tumbleweeds, his eye went from one ball of bowling newsprint, to her eyes, it having caught her attention, then he. Tanner smiled at her, and she smiled back, before turning her head toward the group of raucous girls with a sneer, they remaining completely unaware of his presence, then returning the smile to him again before standing ... and crossing the road.

Tanner surmised that she’d fallen out with the pack for some reason, and his notion was correct. The girl had been overlooked by the boys who regularly liaised with the group, and fucked the more slender girls liberally. The plump girl’s thoughts were that she’d gain bragging rights if fucked by an older male., and her cunt was wet, having recently witnessed one of the gang leaders being fucked hard by a rampant boy ... so wet as to make her reckless. Tanner studied the broad thighs and ample breasts, as she strutted over to him, his cock boning as his mind undressed her, his cock already being caressed between those puffy pink lips.

“Are you looking for a good time, mister?” Her nervously spoken opening line was almost comical, coming from what anyone could see was obviously such a naive girl, but Tanner eased her mind with a soft but leering smile, her voice was so soft and sultry, she’d be very popular with clients as she begged them not to cane her. The girl showed only minor signs of apprehension as Tanner stood and stretched out a welcoming arm, his immediate boldness triggered by the girl’s willingness.

“I certainly am, young lady ... shall we find somewhere more comfortable?” There was something in Tanner’s eyes that he couldn’t hide from her, but the wild look only served to excite her as she extended her hand, and he grasped her delicate fingers, his erection pulsing at the soft feel of her. That wild look made her glance back toward the noisy group of girls, involved in cat-calling with another group. Tanner tugged at the hand and reclaimed her attention.

“Oh don’t worry about them, you’ll see them again soon enough...” His sentence was conveniently interrupted by a cat fight developing between a red headed girl and an opposing blonde, allowing him to modify the conclusion of his sentence with an an aptly double meaning ... his eyes on the redhead who he’d love to tame, as she and the blonde threatened to kill each other.

“ ... well, you’ll see some of them, anyway.” still unseen, he pulled her away, traversing the corner to where the van was. He noted more apprehension in her eyes, as she flicked back her silky auburn hair in an effort to conceal the fear she felt, his pull on her feeling a little drag, so he feigned to pass the van’s rear, suggesting to her that it wasn’t his, then pushed her up against it and planted his lips to hers. The girl eased from her tension as their tongues entwined, now believing that his eyes simply showed his desperation to fuck her ... and she too was desperate for that fuck. Tanner’s cock was rigid as he stooped slightly and rubbed it against her mound, tight in her thin cotton leggings ... god, she was such a slut, and how she’d pay for it, he thought.

Whilst she was preoccupied with tonguing and grinding, he deftly edged her round to the rear of the van, and with one deft movement, pulled one of the double doors open, and swiftly bundled her in. Tanner had customised the interior of the van to perfect abductions, a rope to the door swiftly pulled to slam it shut, as the girl began to struggle and scream, her cries not heard by anyone, consumed as was she by the padded interior. He slapped her hard, enjoying the thrill of her capture as she struggled in vain as he then bound her wrists behind her.

“Struggle all you want, bitch, you’re mine now ... and you’ll get more than that fuck you were looking for!” She whimpered as she was ball-gagged, and the tears began to flow as her leggings and panties were ripped from her, her top pulled back to hang at her wrists, and lacy bra removed to expose her ample breasts ... Tanner’s cock pulsing at noting her nipples stood hard, the girl showing unconscious signs of being sexually excited by her predicament, despite her fear, already resigning herself to a life of submission. Tanner didn’t want to waste time in procuring more stock, but this first capture demanded special attention, and he stripped off.