As I lay on top of the beautiful outstretched body of Liz Taylor, and could feel her body begin to exhibit more life as she was coming out of her stupor, I felt compelled to touch every part of her body.
I drew my right hand over her left arm caressing it from the top of her shoulder up the outstretched appendage to her wrist, tightly bound with wire. I could only imagine the pain she will feel trying to pull out of the binding. My fingers now pawed at the palm of her hand and pushed her fingers open and finally I squeezed her fingers tightly together, knowing soon that they will flail about in a failed attempt to free herself from this metal contraption. With my left hand I moved up her right arm and wondered whether my home-made cross would hold up to her expected stressful exertions. When I got up to her left hand I felt a ring on one of her fingers. I guess I forgot to remove it while I was stripping her body of clothes and jewellry, and made a note to add it later to my collection
I remember that I removed her white blouse, dark blue skirt which modestly just covered her knees while standing, but would pull back provocatively while sitting, her bra and flesh-colored nylon stockings and placed them in the plastic collection bag along with her black 2 inch-heeled shoes. Around her neck she had a thin silver necklace with small pendant which contained a green stone I surmised to be an emerald. I thought it could be her birth stone. She had two earrings...very small and silver in color dangling from her pierced ears. I imagine that I was so awestruck with her stunning body that I missed that ring!
Liz's body was now starting to stir more as she started to breathe more heavily through her nose.
Part of my plan to humiliate her was to take every personal item she had and keep them for myself as souvenirs of my great triumph. Before I raped her I went through every item in her hand bag. It was black,matching her shoes. In it she kept her wallet, personal and toiletry items like a small bottle of body lotion, a small perfume, compact with mirror, lipstick, and a mini pack of tissue. Tucked away in the folds of her purse I found out a lot about my captured prey. I found out that she rented the house on Turner Street, where I abducted her and that she had last month's rent receipt for $300.00. She had kept a check from a cafe in town which listed one pork chop dinner, with apple pie and coffee....$1.75. It looks like she ate alone! Her wallet, though, really told me more about her. I counted twenty six dollars in cash, her driver's license with birth date as May 4 1934 , car insurance and social insurance card. She had a picture of a small girl I assumed would be her as a six year old. No pictures of men. There were two other photos; one in color, the other black and white. In the bright moonlight it was easy to see all these items clearly. The black and white picture was of Liz. It was showing her head and shoulders and she had on a black gown and flat headpiece. It was her graduation picture from college! She was smiling and wearing that delicate necklace which was now mine. The color photo was of two girls standing on a beach. One of the girls was Liz in a bikini,showing off her wonderful breasts and long beautifully-shaped legs that always drove me wild, and the other girl also in a bikini, was just a bit shorter and maybe a couple of years older with hair a slightly lighter color; perhaps auburn, but with the same shaped face, same beautiful figure and similarly shaped eyes. This must be her sister! I looked on the back of the photo and I could make out the faint pencil writing: Liz & Gwen, 1964.
Liz's eyes opened! She blinked a few times and stared blankly right into my face, closed eyes again and turned her head to the left and remained motionless. The only thing I could think was she thought she was still dreaming.
While she remained this way for the next few minutes my mind was on that picture of Liz and her sister and how much fun it would be if I could do both of them tonight. Liz's sister had that same long hair which I love pulling my figures through. I wondered if Gwen's hair would smell as sweet or if her pussy tasted the same as Liz's. Liz's legs though were thinner and longer than her sister's appeared to be but Gwen's boobs were equal and her face was every bit as lovely as Liz's. And to think that they were together just this past summer while I was planning this event about to happen. My comparison of these two women came to an abrupt end as the body beneath me started to twitch more violently.
Liz opened her eyes, closed them again, tried to pull her arms down, yanked her legs, opened her eyes again, turned her head to the right, looked at her bound wrist, turned her head left to see her bound left wrist.....looked right into my eyes and realizing what was happening to her...she let out a scream which normally would sound loud and shrill! But the gag was doing its job well and all that could be heard was a muffled gurgle.
Liz began to choke! At first I thought that all my preparations would be for naught and that she would choke to death right here and now. Fortunately, she stopped coughing and began to try to talk through the gag at the same time struggling to free herself. I pulled her head down with her hair and started pumping my iron cock up into her as far as I had ever done in my life. As she now realized that she was firmly tied to an iron cross and being raped by a masked man lying on top of her, I could see the look of terror in her wide eyes and my body swelled with excitement!
I could now feel Liz's body tighten, her arm muscles flexing at the same time as her thighs and legs and in rhythm with all the muscles in my body. It was almost as if we were in a dance of death! Her abdomen heaved up and down at the same time as her vagina squeezed my penis even tighter. I couldn't believe she could do that with her legs spread so wide apart, but now anything she would be doing was no surprise to me. She was now squirming like a caged animal. I drew my hands down both of her arms from her wrists to her shoulders and could feel the energy she was expending. I drew my hands around her shoulder blades and felt the muscles in her back as she lifted her belly with the full weight of my hundred and sixty pounds on top of her . I marveled at her strength and how she was able to draw so much energy into her smaller body. The more she raised herself, and twisted her body, and pulled her extremities the more sexual delight I enjoyed.
I was now, not just experiencing sexual fulfillment, but taking pleasure in her suffering!
Now, it dawned on me that Liz Taylor was fighting for her life. I grabbed both sides of her head and head it firmly with both hands so that she couldn't move and looked into her eyes. In the moonlight they appeared to be azure in color, but now ringed with red. She looked at me and tried to speak. At first it only sounded like a gurgling noise. I know she was having trouble enunciating words because the cloth-wrapped gag was pulled so tightly into her mouth that she would be unable to use her tongue for nothing but vowel sounds.“....wh....why...why...e...?” was all that I heard her say. I would not satisfy her with an answer as I would never speak so she could identify my voice. I determined that she was asking “why me?”. She continued, “leez.............. ill.....e!” She tried again. “....ill....e.”. I wasn't sure she was asking if I were going to kill her, or if she wanted me to kill her. At that point I realized how much in control I was of this naked vixen. She believed that she was going to die! I now was understanding that I had the power of life and death over her!
No! That was not the purpose of all this work! This was all about humiliating and degrading this beautiful, but pompous, imperious school teacher!
With that, I pushed her head down, grabbed her shoulders to pull my cock even deeper into her. Now I felt the power of evil over me as I pumped her vagina full of my cum, squeezed her breasts with my fingers, bounced up and down on her so that her back would be bruised with the metal union joint holding the cross together. She fought back with renewed energy and we continued our horizontal dance as the sweat poured from our bodies, tears welled up in her eyes, and cum flowed down her thighs. She didn't have time to scream! A new feeling was taking hold of me and all I now wanted to do was make her feel pain!
Suddenly, Liz Taylor stopped her struggle, closed her eyes and turned her head to one side and just lay there motionless and prone. She must have realized that the more she struggled , the more excited and vicious I became. So, we both just lay there, me on top of her and she remaining absolutely still. It must have lasted at least five or six minutes during which time I reviewed in my mind exactly what I had done. I had not just fantasized stripping and raping the most beautiful woman I had ever known, but had actually done it. I remembered how it felt to have sex before with girls my own age. In the last two years I had naked sex only with two girls. Gail was 16 and had real blond hair. Linda was 14 with auburn hair and curiously seemed more experienced than Gail. It appeared to me that Linda must have had sex more than Gail even though she was younger. But although they were both beautiful and performed well in bed they couldn't compare with the fully-developed, mature woman I now dominated. With the two girls I had to wear a condom and it simply wasn't the same as the pure joy of filling Liz with my cum. I wondered if, after this night she would be pregnant. My mind was beginning to wander in all directions as I lay on her sweaty body. My mind thought of that picture of Liz and her sister Gwen. I wondered what it would be like to do her too. How about a threesome? The erotic possibilities were endless!
Time's up! Enough of this nothing! It was time for Liz's next ordeal and it was going to be painful!
I lifted myself up off her body and knelt over her. I grabbed a chunk of her hair in my left hand and slapped her face hard five times with my right. This was a signal for her to prepare for pain. I got up, walked around to where her head was hanging loose, and lifted the cross bearing her attached body to an upright position and walked the cross over to two trees between which the cross could be leaned and supported in a vertical position. I was happy to learn how easy it was to move. Now Liz was hanging by her wrists and she gave out a yelp which I could hear ten feet away. I had to make sure that her cries would not be heard during her grand performance in the morning. The problem was the gag still left the sides of her mouth slightly open. The solution was to cover her whole mouth with more material, and I had just the thing. I walked over to my collection bag and took out one of her nylon stockings. When I approached her with it and she realized what I intended to do she started to turn her head from side to side making it difficult to tie it properly. She need to be immobilized. I went to her right side and with all my might punched her in the stomach just below her rib cage. She gave out a gasp and was stunned long enough that I could go around to her back, pull her hair away from her face, slip the stocking around her head twice and covering her whole mouth. I pulled it tight at the back of neck and knotted it twice. I went around to to check her mouth and was satisfied it was completely covered.
From the pile of wires lying on the ground I picked up six of them, held five of them together with my left hand wound the other to make a handle for my lethal flogger. I did this in front of Liz and watched as her eyes widened and she began to shake her head in all directions. I gently brushed the flogger over her left arm, over her shoulder and down her quivering breast. I did the same with her right arm, shoulder and breast, and before quickly brought the instrument of torture down on her right shoulder and breast. It immediately left five red lines on her skin. My aim here was to just have her sample what was in store for her later. I did the same over left side as her whole body shook with the blows. I repeated this torture three more times and satisfied myself that it was sufficient pain for now and that my new gag was working well, letting only a dull murmur to be heard. As tears filled her eye sockets, I lowered her to the ground to prepare her for her last ordeal of the night.
Standing over her I wondered how I could further degrade this woman after violating her for the last four hours. I knelt down and sat on her abdomen and began to feel her with my fingers. I caressed her outstretched arms again, cupped my hands around the sides of her face, looked into her eyes, which now seemed resigned to her fate and were pleading for mercy. I squeezed each nipple on her breasts hard enough to make her wince. I got up and knelt beside her right leg and with two hands rubbed it gently from her knee, along the inside of the thigh and ending by fondling her clit. I repeated the same with her left leg and with my fingers twirled her labia and pushed a couple of fingers into her vagina making them wet with her cum. These are the most private areas of a woman and I wanted her to know that I could touch her anywhere at will.
I now knew how to desecrate her and leave her with a permanent memory of this night, while providing her with a souvenir to keep for the rest of her life!
I got up, grabbed the flogger and stood over her head looking down on her body. I draped the steel strands over her face and dragged it down over breasts, stomach and abdomen. I stood slightly to the right of her head so that I could drag the steel flogger from her left knee, along the inside of her thigh and up over her vulva and lower abdomen. Without warning I lifted the flogger over my head and brought it down with all my strength over her pussy. Liz's body trembled, and she gave out a shriek even the re-enforced gag could barely muffle. In seconds I brought down the flogger again in the same spot. It left more red marks and now the labia was beet red. Again, the flogger was brought down leaving many red trails from the inside of the thigh and up across the right side of the lower abdomen. The sinister steel threads were again brought down and this time red welts were showing above the skin. Liz was screaming a guttural sound I never heard before. Her head was bobbing as if on a swivel and her body was trembling uncontrollably. A fifth time, the torture was completed but far from over.
I let Liz absorb what had happened to her for a few minutes. She was still shaking like a leaf a few minutes later. I let the pain sink deep into her body until it went limp again and began to recover.
After about five minutes I took up a position to her left side, raised the steel flogger and brought it down on her right inside thigh leaving a red trail over her pussy and across the left part of her abdomen. The idea was to leave permanent scars on her thighs and lower body in a crisscross patter, while tearing into the delicate and most private parts of her sex organ. Liz's body was still convulsing uncontrollably, but her screams were becoming fainter with each assault until the fifth and last one on this side left her mute with her eyes closed and head resting on the ground. She was almost unconscious and I had to slap her face to get a response!
I stood over this ravished body now with red crosses over her breasts and pussy feeling exhausted but triumphant and proud of my handiwork! My job was finished tonight and all that remained was to knock her out and prepare her for the big show at school in a few hours!
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