I walked her through an internal door into the hallway of the house and down the staircase into the windowless basement. I switched on the lights over the table, the bed and the fucking machine. I think she 'got the picture' for sure when she saw the furniture, devices and restraints. She began to shriek through her gag, which didn't bother me because the room was sound proof. I just cuffed her right ankle to the bed and left the room in order to prepare myself.

I had a look through the girl's handbag, which had been left in the boot of the car. A driver's license and bankcards revealed that her name was Georgia Curtis born eighteen and a half years ago. It was a Middlington address on her driving license. There was also a small photograph of her and a good-looking bloke of a similar age embracing each other. Georgia was pouting in the photograph and she looked quite sexy. Whether this guy was the current boy friend or not, I reckoned that he would have loved to do the things that I was about to do to the pouting bitch.

There was a small amount of cash in her handbag, which I kept of course. Otherwise, any close, except underwear if I had not ripped them off my victim, were disposed off, usually by discreet bonfire at this house and at my boni-fi-del residence 80 miles away.

I returned to the basement and approached the sobbing Georgia.

"Georgia, stand up and remove your coat," I said.

The girl looked at me pleading to be let go. No action was taken by the girl to remove the coat.

I asked her nicely once more, but she tried to plead through her gag and did nothing to comply with my request.

Wasting no more time, I approached the 18 year old, undid her ankle cuff and marched her to the table. Facing me, I cuffed her right 'booted' ankle to the table and then the left ankle. I reckoned that my fast action had taken her by surprise and there was little struggle.

It was a pity to ruin such an expensive leather coat, but it no longer had a value as far as I was concerned yet it had to be removed from the girl. She glared at me as I unbuttoned the jacket revealing a burgundy strapless dress down to her knees. Call me lazy but I couldn't be fucked to remove the jacket properly so I used my combat knife, in full view of the girl, to slice through the back of the jacket and cut around her bound arms to remove the totally fucked tattered jacket from the girl facing me, ankles attached to the table with her legs spread.

With the girl still clothed, I removed the ball gag and said, " Do as you are told and you won't be harmed and will be let free"

"Please don't hurt me," she begged " I will do anything," The girl cried openly, tears running down her face.

"Okay" I said. " I have a different gag to put in your mouth. Any struggle and there could be trouble"

To begin with the girl must have thought it was the ball gag, but it was a clamp fitted deep inside her mouth to keep her jaw open. With her mouth open the apparatus were pushed deep inside her open mouth. Straps that emerged either side of her mouth were tied at the back of the blonde girl's head to prevent the victim from rejecting the device. The straps uncomfortably stretched her mouth wide and prevented Georgia from closing her mouth or clenching her teeth.

With the girl stood facing me, clamped to the front legs of the table with her mouth clamped wide open, I pulled the burgundy dress from the girl's titties and sliced through it down to the waist using my combat knife. With the clothing removed from her upper half I noted that she was wearing a white bra covering breasts that must have been a size 32D. She had a nice tight flat stomach and a ring through her belly button. I pulled the rest of the dress down her long white legs leaving Georgia in just her knickers and bra. She gagged and tried to make noises and saliva trailed out of her mouth as clamp prevented her from swallowing properly.

I undid Georgia from the table and took the sobbing girl to the other side of the room. She saw the large dildo positioned on a machine that looked capable of 'ramming a women". In front of the machine was a long bench of a similar height (approximately 1 metre high) that would allow the girl to be fucked from the front, or behind, subject to adjustment.

I lowered Georgia onto the bench that was only 12 inches wide and adjusted her body until her arse was parallel with one end of the bench. Her head was resting on the other end of the bench and her arms were still securely tied behind her back with her legs dangling free behind her. Her titties, still in their bra, dangled either side of the narrow bench. Georgia fidgeted as she tried to make herself comfortable.

I placed a 1.5 metre long spreader bar at the end of the bench and moved first her left leg out to the side of her and then her right and then shackled an ankle to each end of the bar. I then secured the bar to an iron ring that I had recently concreted into the floor of the basement to prevent her from moving her rear end.

I stopped to admire my handy work. Georgia looked quite a sight laying face down on the bench wearing only knickers and bra, with her hands cuffed behind her back her legs spread out each side. Her face was facing the bench and saliva dripped from her open mouth.

Next, I placed another spreader bar of the same length at the front of the bench. I un-cuffed her wrists and brought her arms out each side parallel with her shoulders. I cuffed a wrist to each end of the bar and then secured the bar to an iron ring cemented into the floor of the basement. The girl was now spread eagled wearing only her underwear, and the restraints prevented her from moving more than an inch.

Using my combat knife I sliced through the back of her bra and it fell away from her body allowing her breasts to fall free. The remains of the useless garment were trapped between the girl and the bench. I pulled this away from the girl and discarded it on the floor.

I got down on my knees to examine her breasts. They looked quite big hanging there with her large pink areolas. Georgia gurgled and winced as I took a nipple in each hand and rolled them through my fingers until they hardened.

Next, I paid attention to the remaining garment the girl was wearing; her knickers. Using my combat knife I sliced through the hem of the garment and continued to slice through the spread of her buttocks and crutch exposing a pink arsehole and cunt. Short blonde hairs lined the opening to her gorgeous crack. I yanked the rest of the garment from underneath the girl and sliced through to the hem. The knickers had been sliced into two, and they fell either side of her.