femdomvignettes:“I know you must be very confused as to why I have tied you up Marie. But I th

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“I know you must be very confused as to why I have tied you up Marie. But I think deep down you know why, you’re just scared to admit it to yourself.”

Patricia circled her prey, her pussy wet, knowing this university student was now hers.

“I’ve been eyeing you up ever since you moved in next door. All those skimpy outfits you wear out to the clubs, all those boys you bring back to your home.”

Marie tugged at the ropes as Patricia walked over to a table, the wrinkly old woman’s movements deliberate, slow. This woman was some kind of pervert, Marie had to find a way out.

You thought I’m just some prudish neighbour, a silly old woman who you could flaunt that pretty body in front of. I bet these will change your mind on that.”

Patricia held up some small golden rings in her hand. Marie looked at her, fear in her eyes, what did this woman want?!

“There we are” cooed Patricia, feeling her panties soak as the young girl realised her predicament. “Now listen carefully, because I’m only going to explain this once, and then I can have my fun.”

Marie shook her head, tugged at the rope, screamed from behind the ring gag, which just increased her captors arousal, as fresh drool ripped down Marie’s chin. Patricia scooped it up and wiped it over the girl’s face.

“Shhh now girlie, my time to talk. You sit still and listen.” Patricia Stood over Marie now, a big pair of fabric scissors in her hand. She tugged at the fabric of the vest top around Marie’s pert little breasts, cutting it away until the girl’s nipples were on display. Then, with hands on hips Patricia looked down at Marie and grinned a wicked grin.

“First of all, no one knows you are here, no one is going to know you are here either. This basement has been soundproofed. I made sure no one spotted me sneaking over last night too, so you can get any hope of rescue out of that silly little head of yours. When the police come to ask me about your disappearance I will invite them in for a cup of tea and tell them I am worried sick about you, such a vulnerable girl living away from home for the first time.” Patricia was speaking so factually, so blunt, Marie’s eyes widened in fresh fear. This woman, her once friendly neighbour, was some kind of evil predator, who had planned out kidnapping her, and seemed to be getting off on the girl’s fear.

“Now that’s out of the way, here’s what’s going to happen to you. As you might have guessed, I find dumb little university girls hot. Especially helpless ones I can use to fulfill my fantasies. As you can imagine I have a lot of fantasies, and top of that list is owning a slave girl. That’s where you come in Marie. I’m going to break you, use you, hurt you until you beg to bury that pretty tongue in my ass. You might think that impossible right now, but I know how to make dumb little sluts like you beg for mercy.” Patricia slipped a finger down beneath her jeans, teasing herself as she watched Marie begin to sob.

“Your fear gets me off almost as much as your obedience will. When I am finished you’ll learn to crave servicing me, for fear of the alternative. Now, today we are going to start off by making you into a more appropriate looking slave girl, starting with your clothes. Slaves don’t wear any.” Patricia began hacking at Marie’s clothes with the scissors as she said this. Marie could only look on as mascara ran down her cheeks, this woman showing no sympathy as she tore away the girls top, bottom, bra and panties from under the rope.

Patricia cupped the girl’s chin in her hand and leaned over, nose to nose with the sobbing new slave girl before her.

“There there dear, stop crying, you’ll only turn me on more, and I haven’t even hurt you, yet.” Patricia spat in the girls forced open mouth, watching the thick saliva slide over her tongue and then add to the drool dripping onto her now exposed breasts.

“Now this next part, I won’t lie, might hurt a little bit.” Patricia got up and picked up the 3 rings she had held up earlier, and Marie’s worst fears were confirmed when in the other hand Patricia held up a piercing gun.

“No slave is complete without her piercings. A mark of ownership, and useful for attaching a chain to when I am leading you to your new duties.” Patricia pinched the girls nipples hard, watching the girl gasp and cry out in pain. The old woman twisted them, feeling them harden between her fingers, and then brought the piercing gun to the girl’s left nipple. Marie tensed up, then cried out as she felt the sharp pain of the piercing gun as each breast was pierced. She closed her eyes as she felt cool metal pushed through the fresh wound. She looked down after, as Patricia dabbed away the blood and cleaned up each breast. Two thick gold rings now hung from her breasts. She looked like a slut, and this sick woman was rubbing herself as she admired her work.

“Perfect, now for the remaining 2.” Marie had no idea where the woman planned to put them, but soon found out as Patricia gripped the young girls face and brought the piercing tool up to her nose. Marie closed her eyes again. She felt the sharp pain in her septum, then the cool metal slide through. The ring felt heavy, dangling from her nostrils. Marie had a few friends with a septum piercing, it always made her think of cows. This ring was much bigger than the little ones her friends had. A couple of inches in diameter and thick and gold, you would be able to spot it across the room. This wasn’t a fashionable piercing, it was one used to mark her as property. Patricia felt herself grow wetter, imagining all the fun she would have tugging this pretty girl by her nose.

“Now darling, I am feeling generous. You can choose your next piercing. Stick your tongue out nice and far for me and I will give you a pretty little tongue stud.” Patricia watched Marie shake her head. Marie would never do that, she couldn’t, she had only ever had her ears pierced. These other piercings were so lewd.

“The alternative, if you refuse, is I pierce this pretty little pussy. A nice little bell attachment on your clit hood so you jingle when I play with you.” Patricia walked to the table and picked up the two piercings, holding them up in each hand.

Marie was mortified, a tongue piercing was horrible, but her pussy? That was unheard of. None of her friends had ever had that, it must hurt like hell.

“Time’s up little slut, what will it be?” Patricia walked over and leaned down, pushing the girls thighs wide, as she looked at the pleading girl’s eyes. Slowly Marie pushed her tongue out, until it was as far as she could force it.

“That’s a good girl” Patricia ran wrinkly fingers through the girl’s hair. Then grabbed the student’s tongue and tugged it. Marie yelped as the familiar sting of the piercing tool entered her tongue, and then a thick stud bar was attached. Patricia held the girl’s tongue out, admiring her work.

“Perfect, such a pretty mouth. A pierced tongue feels so good on my pussy, you’re going to make me a very happy woman little slut.” Marie could smell her captors arousal now. Thick in the air, she knew this old woman was getting off on her helplessness.

“I know I gave you a choice Marie, but I am afraid it was more of an illusion of freedom.” Patricia knelt now, parting Marie’s bound legs as far as the rope would allow, and tugging on the poor girl’s labia. Marie realised all too late what Patricia meant, as the sting of the tool now shot through her sensitive pussy. A moment later her clit hood was pierced with a tiny bell attached, that jingled as Marie panted, out of breath from the pain.

“All done, now you’re just how I want you.” Patricia grinned before continuing. “Today I will leave you like this to rest. Tomorrow I will break you. I’ll show you pain like you have never felt before. You’ll beg, and cry and scream but you will take it. I will show you what happens when you disobey. Then, once I am done we will see if you want to be a good girl or not. Now rest up, tomorrow we really begin.”