22-September-2008
Chained, Fucked, And Tortured
A bondage story by The League Of Sadistic Bastards.
To start this blog off with a "Bang" I have an extract from a bondage classic for you. I have the start of the bestselling book "Chained, Fucked, And Tortured". This book shot into the year's best selling chart almost immediately it was released, and has not only stayed in the chart, it has steadily climbed up it. Every month new books are released, and obviously the newer books go into that month's sales charts, pushing the older books out. But despite "Chained Fucked And Tortured" being a much older book it still manages to get into the monthly sales chart, beating newer bondage books in it's popularity. And the last time I checked (a few days ago) it was still in this month's chart. That means it has featured in every single monthly chart since it was first released.
And a little bit of trivia for you. If you look at the book's cover, the Author is listed as "Anonymous", because it was written by a group of writers who, at that time, did not yet have a name. They later took the name "The League Of Sadistic Bastards", and they have become legendary, with their books being much sort after and new ones always hitting the best seller lists. So what you are about to read is the first part of the first ever book by The League Of Sadistic Bastards:
Laura had just turned eighteen when they caught her. Literally just turned eighteen. It was a few minutes past the hour of her birth on her eighteenth birthday. She was still a virgin, and that was one of the main reasons they went for her, they liked virgins. Nice tight pussies made for good fucking. The first few times a girl is fucked her cunt is so tight that the sex is unbelievably good. Unbelievably good for the man that is, not so good for the virgin. It hurts loads the first few times. And they liked hurting girls, so that was a bonus. Not only did they get a nice tight fuck, they also got to hurt their victim. That was always fun. Of course they would torture her too, but that would come later. And although the pain she would suffer from the torture would be worse that the pain of having her virginity forcefully broken, they would enjoy her first-fuck pain even more than her torture-pain. Psychological, I suppose, the though of hurting her with sex was more fun for them than the though of hurting her with torture. Even though she was going to suffer both.
And speaking of "psychological", they also enjoyed the psychological torture of tearing away a woman's virginity, forcing her into womanhood well before she was ready. So they would get that from Laura too.
Plus they were sure that she would scream. Scream as they fucked her for the first time. Then scream again as they fucked her for the second time. And the third, and the fourth, and the fifth.....
And she would cry. Tears of pain at the fucking, tears of sorrow at her lost virginity, and tears of anguish as they used her teenage body over and over again.
Then when the fucking was over, they would torture her, and the tears and the screams would start all over again.
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Laura was happy as she walked home, happy because it was her birthday, and happy because now she was eighteen she could do things that she had never been allowed to do before. Not that she would do these things, Laura was a good girl, she would not smoke, she would not drink, and she would not pose naked in the center pages of Playboy. But now she was eighteen she was allowed to do those things, and even though she would NEVER do any of those things, it was nice to be allowed to do them.
Laura giggled as a naughty thought crept into her mind. Now that she was eighteen she was also allowed to do sex. Of course she would never do sex, well at least not until she was happily married to a nice man. But it felt nice, in a naughty sort of way, that she was now allowed to do sex. Just thinking this thought made her giggle at her naughtiness, and she felt slightly ashamed of herself for thinking that thought. But still the thought made her giggle.
As she walked past Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium she thought about going in and treating herself to a boiled sugar candy cane, one of her favourites. But most people knew it was one of her favourites, so she guessed that she would be given lots of boiled sugar candy canes by friends and relatives, so she would wait until she got home and unwrapped her presents. The boiled sugar candy cane would be so much nicer if it was a gift to her, rather than one she bought herself.
Although Laura did not know it, the exact second that she passed from being seventeen years old to being eighteen years old occurred while she was hesitating outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium. Laura did not know the exact time of her birth. It was recorded in her medical record, and both her parents knew the time by heart, but Laura had never thought it important to know, and had never asked. No doubt her parents had told her at some point, but since she did not consider it an important fact, Laura immediately forgot it. The only important fact that Laura wanted to remember was that TODAY was her BIRTHDAY
The other thing that Laura did not know was that just down the road, and round the corner, they were waiting for her.
So six minutes and thirty seven seconds after Laura had hesitated outside Postlewaite's Sweet Emporium, six minutes and thirty seven seconds after Laura became eighteen years old, they grabbed her.
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They used chloroform, a bit dangerous, but they were traditionalists. For Laura the advantage was that she did not really know what was happening. Someone put their hand over her face and held a hankie that smelt of something chemical over her nose and mouth, and while she was still trying to decide if it was a birthday joke, Laura lost consciousness. Of course the disadvantage of this for Laura was that when she woke up, she woke up into a nightmare.
Laura found herself in a dungeon, a real dungeon. A hundred foot underground, nice and safe from any inconvenience, like rescue. She was in a cell in the dungeon, a ten by ten cell with a solid stone floor, a solid stone roof, and three solid stone walls. The third wall was made of three inch thick iron bars. The four bars in the centre formed a door, but the door was locked. Two solid but old fashioned mechanical locks, not modern electric ones. Traditionalists - Deep dark dungeons, stone cells, iron bars, and mechanical locks. Oh, and iron chains as well. The iron chains held Laura helpless in her cell, so the iron bars and mechanical locks were a bit of overkill. The chains prevented her from getting close to the bars, let alone opening the door and escaping.
As she looked around her prison Laura was terrified. They liked that. Terror, in a teenage captive, was good. They watched her as she shook with fear, but she did not see them, she thought she was alone. To watch her without her seeing them they used hidden CCTV cameras. Modern high-tec CCTV cameras. They may be traditionalists, but they were not beyond using new-fangled technology when it suited them. And using CCTV cameras to watch her tremble in terror was something that suited them. And hidden microphones suited them too, hidden microphones to hear her scream.
And there they sat, in front of a big wide screen TV monitor, with top of the range speakers, watching their new toy screaming in terror. Laura had never been so frightened in her life. She had no idea where she was, or how she had got there, all she knew was that she had woken up chained to the floor of a stone cell in a dark dungeon. She shook with fear and they watched her shake, she screamed in terror and they listen to her scream, she cried in despair and some of them started to masturbate. This was a great show, this was prime time, their own little eighteen year old virgin helpless in chains, terrified, and alone.
But watching is only fun for so long. After a while you grow fed up of watching, and want to start the doing. Doing is even more fun than watching.
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Laura thought that being chained up alone in a cell was the most frightening thing in the world. Then they entered the dungeon and Laura realised she was wrong. Being chained up alone in a cell is not the most frightening thing in the world. The most frightening thing in the world is being chained up in a cell and NOT being alone. Alone is good. Alone you can only starve to death. But being "not alone" is worse. When you are not alone they are there. And they are even more frightening. They look at you as though they want to do things to you, and if you are chained up and helpless in a cell they CAN do things to you. ANY THINGS THEY LIKE.
She screamed even more when they looked at her, they liked that.
And then came the doing..........
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