Chapter 1: The Punishment Begins

"Convicted child molester, David Johnson was sentenced to 50 years in prison today. A suitable punishment for a despicable crime committed by this man. Stay tuned for details." The camera panned off to the commercial, Celeste relaxing in the booth, waiting for the commercial to end and the news broadcast to begin again.

"Fucking cunt, how dare you say that about my brother." Joel was pissed. His brother had made a minor mistake, how did he know the girl was only 14, she looked much older. When she said no, he thought she was just teasing him. They always say no, but mean yes. They just wanted a reason to give in and be fucked and he gave her one. He tied her down. He kept her for a week, fucking her in every imaginable way. He even let Joel have a piece of her, luckily she had a blindfold on and could not tell the difference between his cock and his brothers. All she knew was that they were both big and they hurt her each time they fucked her. That's what they have cunts for, for fucking.

"I'll teach you bitch," Joel watching as Celeste came back on the screen. Celeste was five feet six inches, but you could not tell from the television. She was never standing. Her blonde hair hung down below her shoulders, not real long. Her 34D breasts pushed out the silk blouse she wore but what drew the attention of the listeners, especially the men, was her face. She had a sexy face that seemed to scream "fuck me." "I'll teach you your place, wait until you get home tonight. Joel is going to be waiting for you and he is going to show you what a worthless cunt you are. You are going to feel pain for insulting my family."

Joel opened the door to the condo, the penthouse of the Wilshire building. It was almost too easy to sneak past the doorman, they let anyone in looking like a delivery or repairman. The lock was nothing to open, a few minutes at most. He closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked again. Don't want her getting spooked, he thought. He casually walked around, checking out the place. He figured he still had about a _ hour before she would come home. Today's newscast had just got over. The place was large, a giant window overlooking the city on one wall, the couch and chairs all facing the window. A large coffee table was in the center. Just the right height, Joel thought. I can see the bitch kneeling on it, naked, her ass pushed up high, begging for my big cock. She will beg before the night is over, his cock already hard and bulging his pants.

The dining room contained a very large table, heavy legs holding it up. She's going to look so nice bent over the table, legs spread wide, waiting for the cane on her ass. She is going to beg for every snap of the cane on her flesh. He walked into the bedroom, loving the bed. It was a large, high bed, with very big bedposts in each corner. He was going to love tying her down on it, legs spread, ready to be fucked.

Joel knew that she did not work again for two days and he had found out that she was planning to go out of town. He had done a lot of planning. He did not leave anything to chance. She would not be missed for two days and he was going to make her pay for what she said about his brother. Her body was his to do as he pleased and he had so many things he planned to do. He put his bag down on the floor next to her bed, out of sight until she came home. It contained all of the things he needed for Celeste's two days of punishment and rape. He had so many nice things to use on her body. The cane, the whip, the barbed dildo, the inflatable butt plug, the nipple clamps and weights, the studded paddle, a wet suit and various electrical devices. He had brought enough rope to tie up twenty people, you never have enough rope, he laughed.

He stood behind the door in the bedroom, rubbing his cock through his pants in anticipation of her arrival. He heard a key in the lock and he pulled his gun from his pants, a large 38-caliber pistol. He heard the click of her heels on the floor as she entered the bedroom. As soon as she entered the room he quickly shot out from behind the door, one hand thrust over her mouth, the gun in the other hand shoved deeply into her side. "You make a noise cunt and I will blow a new asshole in your side. Put your hands down at your side and don't move." He felt her body surrender, her arms hanging limply at her sides. "That's a good cunt, you keep that up and you might just live." He pulled his hand off of her mouth and before she could react, the gun was thrust into her open lips, smashing against her teeth as it entered her oral cavity. "You want a new throat, bitch."

He watched as she shook her head, tears beginning to run out of her eyes. Her lips were spread wide over the black barrel of the gun as he forced it further into her mouth making her choke as it pushed to the back of her mouth.

"You insulted my brother the other day on television, David Johnson, do you remember bitch?" She shook her head yes, the gun moving up and down in her mouth. "You've got to pay for that, bitch. I know you will not be missed for two days, so for two days I am going to make you pay."

Celeste cringed as she felt his other hand run over her body, moving up from her waist to her breasts, grabbing them tightly. She could feel his cock pushed against her ass. She knew that she was going to be raped. He was right, no one would even begin to look for her for two days.

"Your penthouse is almost soundproof and being on the twenty first floor, nobody will even her your screams. Your neighbors down below you, Mr. and Mrs. Jones are gone for the summer. It's just you and me bitch, payback time. Do you know what I am going to do to you? Can you imagine what I will do?"

She felt his hand became more urgent, running down the flat of her stomach, grabbing at her pussy, forcing her ass onto his hard cock. She shook her head no, mumbling through the gun in her mouth. She started to struggle, hoping to get away from this madman.

"Stay still, cunt or I'm going to shoot you now and get it over with. I can still fuck you, even if you are dead. It just wouldn't be as much fun for you," he laughed. "I said, stay still," his finger pushing down on the trigger, the noise of the firing pin pulling backwards breaking the silence in the room, as he felt her struggle again, trying to get loose.

Celeste heard the noise of the gun and all of a sudden she felt the gun jerk, his finger pulling back on the trigger. She froze, her piss running down her leg, waiting for the inevitable explosion in her mouth. She heard a loud metal bang as the firing pin hit the chamber. She shrieked into the gun but no explosion occurred. Her piss continued to run down her leg, soaking her panties.

"Must've forget to put a bullet in that chamber, want to try for another one." His fingers searched out her pussy, feeling her skirt begin to soak through. "Did the bitch piss her pants? Your odds go down to 1 in five next time. You want to fuck with me again and see if you luck holds out?"

Celeste slumped in her captor's grasp, surrendering to him. She shook her head no, mumbling incoherently, anything to stop him.

"That's the way to behave, keep that up and you might live. We are going to play for the next two days. I going to beat and torture you, then I'm going to fuck you. Then we are going to start all over again, for two long days. If I get bored with you, you're dead, so you better make it good." He felt her body shuddering against him, his cock getting harder. He was going to love beating and torturing her. He was going to love using her body for his own pleasure, making her submit to him, her pain making his cock hard. His hands continued to run over her body, her breasts, moving back over her ass. "You have a body made for fucking, what do you think God put you on this earth for. You are nothing but a big cunt, only good for a cock to fuck."

Joel pulled the gun from her mouth, first running it over her lips. "Soon, that is going to be my cock on your lips. You're going to learn how to suck cock real good, that's if you already don't know how. You look like a cocksucker." He pulled the gun from her mouth. "Not a peep out of you or I'm going to put a bullet in your kneecap. It wouldn't kill you, but it will sure hurt like hell," laughing as he watched her. "And I will still fuck you."

Joel pushed Celeste out of the room, back into the living room. She watched as Joel moved away from her, the gun still pointing at her as he sat in the chair. She looked around the room, looking for an escape route.

"Don't even think about it cunt. You'll never even make the door before I blow a whole in you. Now, I want you to slowly strip off those clothes for me. Make it slow and sexy." He pointed the gun up at her, waving it indicating that she should begin. "Last chance," pulling back the hammer of the gun.

Celeste saw his finger tightening on the trigger. Her fingers moved quickly to her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly until it reached her skirt. She pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"Bra next, bitch, I want to see them tits." He stroked his cock through his pants. He thought of his cock, nestled between those twin peaks, his hands pushing them tightly together so that he could cum on her face.

Celeste reached back behind her back, forcing her breasts out. She quickly unsnapped the bra, wanting to get this degradation over with quickly. She let the bra fall to the floor, her hands covering her breasts. She looked at him.

"I can't see them tits with your hands all over them. Put your hands down to your sides, bitch."

Her arms went down, her breasts now naked before him. The cool air rushed over them, her nipples beginning to harden. Her breasts stood out, pointing toward him. Her areolas were a dark brown, silhouetting her white skin, the pink nipples nestled in their center.

"Nice tits, I hope they can take a lot. I have a nice bamboo cane that I'm going to use on that tender body. I'm going to start with those tits." He rubbed his cock again. They had used a cane on the fourteen-year old that David had captured. She quickly learned how to obey. He had almost cum in his pants when he hit her nipples with the cane. She screamed so loud. They had beaten her tits until her nipples bled. Then they moved down to her pussy. "Now lose the skirt, let's see them legs."

Celeste stood there, humiliated, half-naked, as she pulled the zipper down of her skirt, unbuttoned the button and let it slip to the floor. She blushed as she realized how wet her panties were. She put her hands in the waistband, pulling them down her legs until they formed a puddle on the floor. She stepped out of them. She looked at him, his eyes on her, his hand grabbing his cock through his pants.

Joel looked at her, naked, standing before him, ready to be used by him. He stood up, moving towards her. He picked up the bag he had brought and put it down next to her. "Look at all these nice little toys I have for you." He opened the bag, watching the startled look on her face when she saw his tools of torture and pain. "Yes, they are going to really hurt. But that is what you are for, to make my cock hard, to be used as a receptacle for my cum."

He pulled the cane out of the bag. It was made of bamboo, about four feet long, about _ inch in diameter. It was very flexible. That was what made it so painful. Joel slapped it hard against the palm of his hand. He watched Celeste jump at the noise. "Have you ever been caned, cunt? I bet you never were ever even spanked. Turn around, let me see that ass, now, turn around now!"

She turned around, her back to him. She cringed when she felt the cane rubbing against her naked ass cheeks. She tightened her buttocks.

"Spread your legs open," the cane tapping lightly on her ass. "More cunt, I want to see that pussy from behind." The cane beat harder onto her ass.

Celeste moved her legs, her pussy opening to his gaze. She jumped as the cane hit her ass harder. She spread her legs more, the cane moving between her thighs, rubbing up and down.

"Nice pussy," the cane moving up her thighs until it brushed against her pussy. He pushed the cane between her legs, letting her feel the rough surface of the cane on her tender pussy. "Now, cunt, I'm going to cane you. It's going to hurt like hell. But that is what you are good for. To be beaten and fucked. If you do as I say and let me cane you, I wouldn't cane your cunt. If I have to force you to hold still, I'm going to lash your pussy with the cane thirty times. That's going to really tear up that nice pink cunt. So what's it going to be?"

Tears ran down Celeste's face. She could see the evil in his face. His was going to hurt her bad and she was going to have to submit to it. She had to, she knew that her pussy could not stand getting hit thirty times with the cane. "Yes."

"Yes, you want me to beat your cunt?"

"No, I will hold still while you beat me," she blurted out.

Joel rubbed his cock. This is going to be fun. The cunt is going to spread herself out for me to keep from me beating her pussy. Wait until she finds out I lied. By then, it will be too late. "I want to start with those tits. They will look really nice with red stripes all over them. Turn around, lace your hands behind your neck and stick them tits out for me." He tapped the cane against her ass. "Now!" He hit her harder, watching as she jumped as the cane hit painfully against her asscheeks.

"Owww," she cried, turning quickly and getting into position. She pushed her breasts out, her back arched, her nipples hard in fear, pointed and waiting for the cane. She saw the cane move toward her breasts, moving slowly, rubbing against her tender flesh. It moved over her nipples, the small knobs on the cane bumping hard on her nipples, making them harder.

"What a slut you are, your nipples are getting harder and I'm getting ready to beat them with a cane. You like this cunt?"

Please don't beat me, I'm sorry what I said about your brother. I didn't make up the script, I just read it. I don't think I can stand it if you beat me," she begged him.

"You're just a worthless cunt. You might think you are sorry, but you will be. I am going to beat you then I going to fuck you. Then were going to start all over again. Not get ready." He tapped the cane lightly on her breasts, hitting them underneath, making them bounce on her chest. "Look at those tits bounce." He continued to make first her right, then her left tit bounce up and down, dancing on her chest. He rubbed the end of the cane on her nipple, watching as she cringed when it rubbed harshly over her delicate nipple. He pulled his arm back and struck her right breast with the side of the cane.

"AAAAGGGHHH," Celeste screamed, the pain in her breast reaching deep inside her body. She backed away, trying to escape the excruciating pain.

Joel stepped forward, swinging the cane again, this time it hitting her other breast. "I told you to stand still, bitch." He tapped the cane against her pussy. "You want to feel it here," pushing it between her pussy lips, sawing the rough cane up and down her slit.

Celeste's legs slapped shut, trapping the cane between her pussy lips. She didn't even see it coming, the fist hitting her in her stomach. She doubled over in pain, gasping for air. She felt a hand grab her by her hair, yanking her upright. She coughed and sputtered, trying to get air back into her lungs. It felt like he was tearing her hair out of her scalp.

"Now, cunt, are you going to obey, or are we going to do this the hard way?"

"CCOOOUUGGHH, GAASSPP." Celeste continued to try to regain the air in her lungs. She tried to straighten up, putting her hands behind her neck again, her breasts again thrust out, red marks on both breasts already forming.

"Yes, that's a good slut, push those tits out. Further, yes, that's good. You ready for so more. Your making my cock so hard, Celeste. You like making my cock hard," the cane swinging again, crushing against her right breast again. He watched as her breast absorbed the blow, it digging deeply into her tender flesh. He body was braced for the blow, her eyes opening wide in pain as the cane beat her tender flesh. Her scream rang out in the room. "Yes, sing for me cunt." He swung the cane again, bashing into her other breast, making it jiggle on her chest, her flesh flattening from the blow. She screamed again.

Her body was in such pain, the cane continuing to beat her breasts. He hit the bottom and the sides, saving her nipples for last. She was constantly screaming, her body rigid, her breasts still pushed out, her body shuddering. She saw him unzip his fly and pull his cock from his pants. It was over eight inches. The head an ugly purple, precum glistening on it. She saw him stroking it with one hand, the cane flying back to smack her breast hard again.

"Yes, my cock is so hard for you. But you still have a lot more beating to get before I fuck you. Now stick them tits out real far. It's time to work on the big nipples. If you thought it hurt before, this one will really drive you up the wall," his voice laughing.

Celeste closed her eyes, pushed her breasts out and braced for the pain.

"Open your eyes, cunt, I want you to see everything." He waited until she opened her eyes, the cane swinging widely, hitting both of her nipples at the same time.

It was like slow motion for Celeste. She saw the cane hit her nipples, flattening them out on her chest. It felt like a long time and then all of a sudden the pain registered. The scream was ripped from her mouth, it shattering the night air. She could see him stroking his cock harder as she screamed. She saw the cane swing again. She sucked in as much air as she could before it ripped another scream from her. It felt like her nipples were being crushed. She saw his cock growing bigger, the head swollen as his hand raced up and down it.

"Feels good doesn't it, cunt, here it comes again. Ready for another scream, bitch." He swung the cane, lashing her unprotected nipples, small trickles of blood appearing on them. His listened to her screams as her body shuddered under his abuse. "Two more, then were going to work on that nice round ass of yours. Now push out your tits," he ordered her.

"Hurry, get it over with, I can't stand it anymore," she screamed, but pushed her breasts out further, waiting for the pain to begin again. She did not have to wait long. She saw the cane swing again, felt it smash into her nipples and another scream was wrenched from her throat. She heard him say one more really hard, bracing for the pain, her back arched, her nipples torn and bleeding. He did not let her down, the last lash of the cane was harder, using all of his strength to hit her flesh, watching her brace for the cane. She screamed a gut wrenching scream and fell to the floor, clutching her torn breasts, sobbing helplessly.

Joel pulled her by the hair, pulling her head up to his cock, rubbing it over her lips and face, precum spreading over her face. He looked down at her tear stained face, his cock hard. "That was good, cunt, you did real well. Look at how hard my cock is," pushing his cock around her lips.

"Now it's time to work on that nice ass of yours. You have such a spankable ass, it will be even better with a cane. In the dining room, I saw a nice big table in there that I would like to see you bent over." He pulled her up by the hair, pieces of hair ripping out as he pulled her to the other room, her feet trying to stand up. "Come on cunt, my cock is getting soft."

Celeste was pulled upright until she was facing him. She felt him grab her hand and pull it down until it gripped his cock. He wanted her to jerk his cock.

"Stroke it up and down real nice or I'm going to hurt you bad," his hands reaching up to her bruised and battered breasts. He felt her body jerk and grab his cock tighter as he gripped the bruised flesh, a gasp of pain coming from her lips. "I said, real nice!"

"But that hurts so bad, please don't touch them," she cried.

"You just stroke my cock nice and slow, don't worry about what I am doing to your tits. You're born for pain, a real fuck toy. I'm going to do anything I want to you and that includes hurting you. That's what makes my cock so hard, so you go and stroke it real nice, make me feel good while I play with these battered tits," his hands reaching out again to elicit new groans of pain from Celeste as he pinched and pulled her bloodied nipples. He felt her hand gently stroking his cock, making it so nice and hard. He pinched her nipples harder, feeling her body shudder in pain. "That's what I like, a bitch that can take the pain." There's so much more pain for this cunt, he thought.

"Turn around, bend over with your hands on the table. That's good, now spread your arms out a little," his hands running down her sides until they got to her hips, his cock pushed against her ass. He pushed down on her back, forcing her lower, "down you go bitch, stick that ass way out. Now spread those legs," his legs forcing themselves between hers, pushing from the inside, forcing them to spread wider. "More, I want you opened up. The cane is going to warm up that nice ass," his feet pushing her legs open until they were spread at least four feet.

Celeste felt herself being spread open, her ass cheeks parting, her pussy lips opening, all of her intimate charms opened for this cruel man. He was going to hurt her again and she couldn't do anything to stop him except submit, hoping to somehow survive in one piece. She felt his rough hands run down her ass cheeks, pushing between them, running fingers down until he reached her defenseless asshole. She tried to move, but a sharp slap to her ass told her to stay in place as a finger played over her asshole. She gasped as it entered her asshole, sinking up to his first joint of his finger.

"You ever had a cock up your ass, bitch?" He felt her ass tighten down on his finger. He could imagine what it would feel like it if was gripping his cock instead of his finger.