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Fun time with new name

Date: 7/17/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Dayton, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

belt. I was not worried about noise and my plan was to immobilize her as quickly as possible. With several pairs of handcuffs hanging out of each back pocket, I sneak up behind Darby. Raven never even blinks to give me away as I quickly drop the loop of leather over Darby’s head and down her chest. Before she even realizes what is going on, I pull the strap as tight as I can trapping her arms to her body while twisting her and the chair down roughly to the ground. Using my knee as leverage, I tighten the strap even more, before securing the buckle. “What the hell do you think you are doing?!?” screams Darby, “Get the fuck off of me! Cherish help me!” Raven has come around the table at this point and slaps Darby across the face saying, “I told you my name is Raven you little bitch!” “Oh my god what are you two doing?” Even with her struggling, I manage to handcuff her ankles together. Then, grabbing her wrists, I do the same to them before cuffing the ankle cuffs to the wrist cuffs before standing up to admire my work “It’s time you see the basement Darby. It is specially made for little bitches like you.” Raven hisses to her sister. With me carrying the hog-tied slave, we head to the basement, stopping at the door to let Darby see the security coded reinforced door at the top of the stairs before opening it and doing the same at the bottom door. When we drag Darby into the basement, she starts screaming hysterically, as I am sure the gravity of the situation is starting to ... sink in. I drag her to the middle of the training room, to a cable hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. Using the hook on the cable, I connect it to her wrist cuffs and undo the cuffs connecting her wrists to the ankles leaving just her wrists and ankles secured. The other end of the ceiling cable is run to a crank on the wall were Raven starts cranking the cable tight; lifting Darby by her wrists into the air until she is standing on her toes. While Darby is screaming and thrashing about incoherently, we walk over to the locked cabinet against the wall that holds all the hand held punishment tools. Raven selects a cane pole that is about a half inch thick at the base and tapers down toward the tip and very flexible. All I grab is a pair of scissors and place them in my back pocket. We remain quiet, staying out of Darby’s line of sight until she starts to calm a little. She realizes that not all the screaming in the world will help her. I walk back in front of her saying, “It’s time we discuss the new rules.” “Fuck you and..” Smack! The cloth shorts Darby had on offered no protection against the cane in Raven’s hand. “OOww! That hurt you bitch! Smack! Smack! Smack! “OW stop! That Hurts! Oh my god PLEASE!!” Cries Darby but, Raven either does not hear or does not care. Smack! Smack! Smack! I finally hold my hand up, signaling Raven to stop her assault. I am surprised she stopped that quickly because she was enthralled with whipping Darby. With Darby sobbing loudly, I tell her, ...