Jezebel In Hell

“Ok Dad, I’m all set to go!  YAY my first solo backpacking trip! See you when I get back on Sunday!”   

As Jezebel trotted out the door she could barley contain her excitement.  She had been backpacking many times before but never alone.  She could do whatever she wanted, go were she wanted, go at her own pace, and get to feel the excitement of being totally alone and self-sufficient in the woods. 

“Be careful!” her Dad yelled out the door as she got into her car. 

“Don’t worry! Ill be fine!” she happily yelled out her window as she drove away. 

Three hours later she was there, Mohican-Memorial State Forest, 32 glorious hiking miles.  She would do 16 miles today and 16 tomorrow.  A thrill rushed through her as she got out of her car, strapped on her backpack, and approached the trail head.  She could tell this was going to be a trip to remember. 

       

So off Jezebel went, alone into the wilderness.  She was 21 years old, 5ft 8in, 130lbs, and athletic build.  She wore short black hiking shorts and a skin tight tank top.  Her 34D breasts were tightly contained in her athletic bra.  On her feet were top of the line hiking boots and a 27lb backpack on her back.  Her long defined legs began to carry into the woods, her long brown hair freely brushing over her butt, and her big brown eyes taking in her beautiful surroundings.  It was a 70 degree fall day in September.  The leaves were starting to fall and change color, the sky was a clear blue with white puffy clouds.  It could not have been a more perfect day.

       

16 miles later it was beginning to get dark.  Jezebel found a nice cleared out spot with a small stone fire ring.  It was obvious other backpackers had set up here for the night, although it was starting to get overgrown.  Then she noticed a small side trail leading up a hill.  Many times these trails are very short and lead to a shelter, pit toilet or natural spring.  So Jezebel decided to check it out.  She walked for about 10m when she started to wonder were this trail went. 

“I should have come to something by now.” she thought. 

She knew she should go back, but curiosity was getting the best of her.  She continued on for about 5 more minutes when she saw a small structure in the distance.  

“Wow! Look at that nice shelter!” she thought to herself. 

Only as she got closer she realized it was looking more like a cabin then a shelter.  Sure enough it was, complete with 4 walls, a roof and a floor.  It didn’t look lived in so she tried the door, but it was locked.  She went around to the windows, but all locked. 

“Oh well” she thought. 

“I guess ill just set up camp here then head back to the trail in the morning”. 

       

Jezebel was fast asleep when she heard a rustling sound.  She didn’t think much of it, there were a lot of animals in the woods.  But as the rustling sound got louder she grew slightly concerned. 

“It could be a bear.” she thought nervously. 

Just as she was getting her Swiss army knife out the rustling sound stopped.  Just then she felt gentle tugs on her tent. 

“Oh my God.” she thought.  “What the hell?!” 

Then in one swift motion the cross poles holding up her tent were whipped out and her tent collapsed around her.  She frantically screamed and thrashed as she was drug off.  She clawed and scraped at her tent trying to find the zipper but her body was being slammed around as she was drug over rocks and branches. 

She felt herself being pulled up a few steps, then onto a hardwood floor.  Then all movement stopped, and she heard a slow tearing sound.  Jezebel looked up and saw a knife slicing through her tent.  Her eyes grew wide with terror as her tent fell around her.  There was a huge man standing beside her holding the knife.  He was at least 6ft 5, huge build, long dark hair, wearing black leather pants, a black leather top, massive boots, and a black mask.  All she could only see of his evil eyes staring down at her.  Jezebel opened her mouth wide and started to scream.  The man began laughing a deep wicked laugh.

“You are over 15 miles from anything, nobody will ever hear you!” 

Jezebel leaped up and ran for the door but the man stopped her dead in her tracks.  His massive hand grabbed her arm and pushed her to the ground with little effort.  Still screaming Jezebel kicked and flailed as the man began to drag her by her arms deeper into the cabin she had regretfully mistaken for a backpackers shelter.   When they got to a door the man forced Jezebel on her stomach, pulled her hands behind her back and zip tied her wrists together.  Her shrieks became louder as she heard the tie zip into place.  Her captor told her that her screams were giving him a headache, but she didn’t stop.

  “Shut up now or ill make you stop!” he howled at her.  “There will plenty of time for you to scream once we get in the basement.” 

As Jezebel continued to scream it was quickly interrupted by a huge ball gag shoved into her mouth and strapped behind her head.  Then the man held the knife to her flailing body. 

“Stop you’re wiggling and wining or I will hurt your pretty little tits. 

Jezebel grew instantly still.  Her captor proceeded to open the door.

         

Jezebel could only see a long set of steps leading down into darkness.   He began to drag her down the steps, her body being slammed around even more.  When they got to the bottom of the steps he pulled something from his pocket and quickly tied her legs together.  Probably another zip tie but she still couldn’t see.   He hoisted her up and she began to try and scream again.  He pinched her nipple really hard and told her to stop it, or it would be clamps the next time, as he sat her on some sort of table.  Then a light came on, a spot light of some sort that blinded her for a few seconds.  When she got her vision back she was in astonishment at what she saw.  All kinds of strange equipment all over the room:   A table with 4 iron cuffs on it, strategically placed, something that looked like a hammock only it was made out of leather and chain instead of rope, all kinds of restraints fastened to the walls, hooks, and rings on the ceiling, and some even in the floor, an iron cage hanging from the ceiling, something that looked like a “love wedge” only much more menacing,  rite behind that was a horrible looking machine with 2 dildos attached to it, the walls were lined with shelves and containers containing God knows what, an industrial sized sink in the corner and as she looked down she realized she was sitting on a Doctor’s exam table. 

Jezebel involuntary began to thrash around and attempt to scream through the gag.  The man quickly forced her down onto the table and began with fastening a strap around her stomach.  He took his knife out and cut the tie binding her hands then proceeded to cuff her wrists above her head to the table.  She continued to thrash and wiggle but with no avail.  She heard a clanking metal sound, looked down and saw he had taken stirrups out of the end of the table.  He freed her legs from the tie only to secure them firmly to the stirrups and then her knees to the leg holders.   He grabbed the neck of her shirt and shredded it down the middle.  Then he took out his knife and sliced the straps of her bra, then the middle of it.  As her bra fell off of her he worked on her hiking shorts.  He popped her button off with his knife, then sliced up the side of her zipper down.  He grabbed the fabric of her pants and ripped them the rest of the way off but her panties were still on.   As she lay there thrashing the man walked over to a near by wall and took a few things out of a drawer.  He came back over and laid the items on a small tray next to the exam table.  He held her left breast in place, pinched her nipple up, put a clamp on it and then moved onto the right one. 

“I told you to stop squirming or id hurt your tits.” he calmly told her. 

“Now settle yourself or I will rip them off of you and then put stronger ones on.” 

The clamps hurt like hell but Jezebel desperately tried to calm herself down. 

“That’s a good girl” he told her.  “You will quickly learn to listen to me and do as I say or suffer the consequences.  Do you understand me?” 

Jezebel struggled to nod her head yes, she didn’t want to, but she was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t.  The man smiled at her in approval.

 

“Now it is time for me to inspect my new fuck toy.”  He said as he slowly wandered down to the end of the table. 

Part 2

Jezebel laid her head back on the table and started to cry.  She made a feeble attempt to pull at her restraints again but she knew it was useless. 

“Let’s see what we have here” he said mostly to himself, as her legs began to be cranked apart.  She tried to keep them together but of course she couldn’t.  When he began to rub her panties with his hand Jezebel yelped.  Her captor laughed at her.

“I have barley touched you yet.  I am going to cut your underwear off of you, shove things in your cunt, ram things in your ass, and torment you.  So save your yelping for later!”

With that she quickly sliced her panties off and ripped them off her body.  She was now fully spread wide exposing her cunt.  He walked up to her head. As Jezebel looked up at him with teary eyes she was shocked at what she saw.  The man had finally taken his mask off.  She had expected him to be hideous looking, but he was stunning.  She wanted him to be ugly, she wanted to hate him more and be grossed out by him but she couldn’t stop looking into his eyes.  Soon her daze was interrupted by his next words.  

“I am going to take your gag out.  If you scream and make noises that annoy me I will whip your pussy with this.”  He held up a small whip for her to see.  “Do you understand?” 

Jezebel shook her head yes, and off came the gag.  

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked the man quietly, almost a petrified whisper.  

“I am going to do many things to you.  Some you will like and some you won’t.” 

“Are you going to kill me?”

“No” he laughed, “I am not going to kill you.” 

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Yes.” he answered with an evil grin on his face.  “I am going to hurt you and keep you here against your will.” 

Jezebel started to cry again. 

“What is your name?”he asked her. 

She said nothing. 

“What is your name?!” he said sternly as he whipped the side of her tit. 

“Jezebel!” she yelled in pain. 

“I am Logan, but you will refer to me as Master, understand?”

“Yes.” she answered. 

SNAP! He whipped her other tit. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes Master!” 

“Much better my little slut.”  

Logan walked back down to her spread cunt and Jezebel herd a plastic glove snap.  She herd him sit on a chair and felt the heat of the spot light shine on her pussy.  She braced her self for what was inevitably coming next as she tried to control her sobbing. 

“You pussy is drenched!” he laughed at her. 

“NO! No its not!” she protested. 

Logan roughly jammed a finger into her cunt.

“Then why did my finger slide in so easily?” 

He pounded her dripping pussy with his finger then shoved two more in.  Jezebel let out a loud shriek. 

“Ahhh!  Please stop it hurts!” 

He whipped her clit.

“You didn’t say Master.” 

Another painful screech.

“Master, please stop, it hurts!” 

He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and slowly slid them all around her dripping cunt.  He went over her lips, around her clit, and circling her hole inspecting every millimeter.  He rubbed his finger around her asshole and gently applied pressure with out going in.  Jezebel prayed that he wouldn’t go in her ass but she knew that saying anything may provoke him to do so.  She heard him rustling with something on the tray but she couldn’t see. 

“What are you doing?” she nervously asked him. 

SNAP!

“What are you doing Master?!” she shrieked. 

He didn’t answer her.  She felt him pulling her pussy lips out and he clamped something onto them.  Another clamp and another till there were a few on each side.  She wasn’t sure what they were or why he was doing this, but it didn’t really hurt so she kept her mouth shut again.  Then she heard the sound of tape being unrolled and he began tugging at that clamps.  This was a little more painful.  Logan had taped her pussy lips apart with the clamps!  Jezebel began to squirm again.  He examined her pussy more only using both hands this time.  He put one finger from each hand just inside her cunt hole, pulling and rubbing it apart so he could see inside her.  He took another clamp off the tray and placed it on her clit.  This hurt a lot.  Jezebel pleaded with him to take it off.  He told her that this was a gentle one and that stronger ones would be in her future.  Next he began rubbing her ass again. 

“I am going to check to see how tight your asshole is.”

“NO please Master! I’ve never had anything in my butt before.  Please anything but that.  It’s really going to hurt me!

He did not respond.

“Please no.” she quietly sobbed. 

Logan started rubbing his finger around her ass.  He poked at it and pushed at it.  He loved watching her squirm and listening to her wine.  Then he slowly slid his finger in about half way and Jezebel let out another scream. 

“Ooow it hurts! Please stop Master!”

He rotated his finger around and went in slightly further.  He couldn’t believe how tight her ass was and nearly shuttered at the thought of his huge dick in it.  If this was hurting this badly he could only imagine what he would do to her. 

“My cock is going to tear you apart!” he told her. 

He pulled his finger almost all the way out then jammed it back in again.  Another scream came from Jezebel and a smile from Logan.  He pulled his finger out and Jezebel let out a sigh of relief.  He walked back up to her head and smiled at her. 

“You are going to be my finest fuck toy when I am done training you.”

“Training me?!  What does that mean… Master?” 

“As I said, training you.” he said laughing.  “You’ve already learned to call me Master or you’ll get punished.  You are coming along nicely.”

“Please, ill do anything you say.  Just please don’t hurt me anymore Master.” 

“You will do anything I say.  I don’t need your assurance.” Logan replied.

He looked at a clock on the wall and realized it was almost 4am.  He informed Jezebel of the time and that he was done playing with her for the night.  Her eyes grew wide. 

“Your not going to leave me here are you Master?  Please don’t leave me here!” 

“Since you have tried to be good I will let you sleep on the table over there.” 

He pointed to the table with the 4 iron cuffs.  Jezebel started crying again.  The table looked hard, cold, and extremely uncomfortable.  Logan told her he’d make it a little better due to her good behavior.  He got a sleeping mat and put it on the table.  Next he ripped the clips off her pussy without warning causing Jezebel to let out a high pitched shriek. 

“Would you have rather slept in them?  he asked her sarcastically.” 

“Oooow! It burns!”  she cried. 

SNAP! 

“I’m leaving the clamps on your nipples as well for forgetting what you need to call me.”  he informed her.  He unstrapped her from the exam table and walked her over to the table were she would be sleeping. 

“Get on and spread your arms and legs to the cuffs.” he ordered. 

“Please no Master.  I don’t want to.” 

He roughly forced her onto the table, cuffed her down, and flicked at her nipple clamps some more as she cried out.  He said goodnight, shut off the lights, and headed for the steps as Jezebel cried and begged for him to come back. 

Part 3

Five hours later at 9am Logan came back to the basement to check on his new toy.   He wasn’t sure if she would have been able to sleep but she had and was still out.  She had also managed to get the nipple clams off, probably with her mouth.  He decided to let her sleep a little longer.  It was going to be a long hard day and he wanted her to be well rested.  He went back upstairs to draw her a bath and make some breakfast.   Around 10am he went down to wake her up. 

“Jezebel” he whispered to her as he stroked her hair.  “It’s time to wake up.  It’s time for your bath and some food.” 

She slowly opened her eyes.  She looked up at him and it seemed to take her a few seconds to realize were she was because she started crying again.  He undid her cuffs and slowly helped her to sit up.  She was very stiff and sore from her torments and from sleeping like that all night.  Logan helped her down and lead her upstairs free of any restraints.  He got her into the bathtub, washed her long hair, washed her body, rinsed her off and then dried her.  She didn’t speak the whole time and Logan made just a few comments about her body and face.  He had a tight, red, button down shirt for her to wear.  There were only two buttons left on it at the waist so most of her tits were exposed and her cunt as well.  Next it was time to eat.  Jezebel did not want to accept food from him but she was starving.  He had made toast with jelly, bacon, fruit, and tea.  They ate together in silence.

It was about noon now.  Jezebel was rested, clean and fed, now it was time for more training.  He began to lead her back towards the basement door.  She shook her head no and tried to plant her feet so she couldn’t be moved.  She tried to free her arms from his and to wiggle her way out of his grasp.  It didn’t work before and it wasn’t working now. 

“The sooner you learn to obey me and accept my keeping you here the better you will be treated.  I have been extremely patient and understanding with you for your first 24 hours here.  Now that it’s your second day punishments become much worse.  If you continue this behavior I will not be so nice.” 

Jezebel thought about the horrible things he had already done to her and couldn’t even imagine anything worse.  She walked obediently down the steps with him to the basement. 

“Take the shirt off.”  he said abruptly.  Jezebel looked at him like she was going to protest, but she stopped herself and took the top off. 

“That’s my good slut.” he said and lovingly rubbed her head.  He thought he saw a slight smile come from her, but he couldn’t be sure.  

“Now, I want you to go over there were those leather restraints are in the floor and ceiling.  Then place your wrists and ankles in them.” 

Again Jezebel so wanted to protest but she did as she was told.  He followed behind her and locked the leather cuffs around her limbs once she was in place.  Logan had planned on whipping her at this point, but she’d been behaving so well now he didn’t want to discourage her.  He walked over to his medical tray, brought it over to a wall and started rummaging through some of the drawers.  He placed a few items on it and took the tray over near Jezebel so she could see what was on it. 

“Ill be back in a few minutes.  I need to go do something.” he told her. 

“Your going to leave me here like this Master?”

“Yes.”

And he disappeared back upstairs.  She looked at the tray.  There were more clamps, a good sized rubber dildo, a butt plug, a bottle of lube, a flogger, an odd looking leather necklace with a ring on it, a small lock and a blindfold.  It wasn’t long before she heard him coming back down the steps.  He walked over to the tray and picked up the leather necklace. 

“Do you know what this is?”

       “No Master.”

He walked to her and placed it around her neck.

       “This is your new collar.  It is a symbol that you belong to me and that you are devoted to me in every way.  You will wear it at all times and never take it off unless I instruct you to do so.”

With that he locked it on her with a click.

       “What is the ring for Master?”

       “That is so I can leash you or easily chain you to something.”

Jezebel just lowered her head.  The thought of that was so humiliating, but what could she do?  Logan was very happy with the way his fuck toy was behaving now.  She was learning quickly to submit to his whims.  She seemed almost perfect.  A beauty like he had never seen, thin toned body, perky tits, a cunt to dye for, a fast learner, and although she didn’t know it yet she seemed to be a natural born slave.  He was quite sure she was the slave girl for him to keep forever. 

       He picked up two clamps from the tray and gently placed them on her nipples.  Jezebel kept silent.  He picked up the flogger.

       “What is that for Master?”

       “I am going to beat you with this.”

       “But Master, I have been so good!  Please don’t!”

       “I know you have been good, and that is why I’m going to flog you instead of whipping you.”

Jezebel shut her eyes tightly and braced herself for what she thought was going to be a painful beating.  He lightly whipped her ass with the flogger and Jezebel let out a huge breath of relief.  Then he started a little heavier.  Then harder and harder until Jezebel started to squirm.

       “Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?”

       “No Master, it wasn’t bad.  Thank you for not hurting me.”

       “The better you behave the better your treated.”

Next he picked up the blindfold and placed it over her eyes.  Jezebel whimpered but didn’t say anything.  She heard him getting something else off the tray.  He came back over and she could tell he was standing rite next to her, towering over her.  She could feel the heat from his body and hear his breath above her head.   She felt something rubbing her pussy.  She could tell it was the dildo.  Jezebel started breathing heavier.  Then he placed it at her opening and started to push.  She remembered how big it looked and didn’t think there was any way he’d be able to fit it in her.  As he rotated and pushed it began to burn.

       “Oww its hurting me Master.   That is too big for me.”

       “I will fit it in you, don’t you worry.” He chuckled.

He had barley even begun to get it into her when she started whimpering in pain.  She begged him to stop but he pushed further and further. 

“This isn’t punishment, you understand?  This is part of your fuck training.  You need to learn that I will fuck you in anyway, whenever I want.”

Jezebel tried to be good, tried to stay calm, but the pain overtook her and she started thrashing about and yelling uncontrollably for him to stop, making it impossible to continue his endeavor.

       “Stop this rite now!” he told her.

Jezebel didn’t stop.  All she could think about was getting away and defending herself.  During her thrashing her blindfold popped off of her.  Logan put the dildo down and walked back to the wall.  Then suddenly, CRACK!  CRACK!  Jezebel heard nothing for a moment then CRACK!  She felt the stinging, piercing pain of his whip.  She screamed out again.  CRACK! Another whip.  Logan gave her seven lashes for her bad behavior as Jezebel sobbed and yelled in pain.  He looked at what he’d done.  Seven huge lash marks on her ass and back, two of them bleeding.  Jezebels body went limp, her head down. 

       “Don’t think this gets you out of my ramming my dildo in your pussy.  In fact, I’m not going to be so gentle now, and I will be sure to bind you tightly enough that you can’t thrash around this time.”

He unstrapped her and drug her over to the metal liberator ramp (the one Jezebel referred to as a love wedge).  He pushed her down onto it so her butt was on the tall edge, her feet on the floor, and her head at the bottom.  The ramp was freezing cold and now that she was closer to it she saw metal cuffs all over the thing.  He very tightly strapped her down, starting with her legs.  He spread them as wide as they would go, then a little wider, her knees still bent over the ramp, her butt just hanging off the edge.  He strapped them securely so she could not move them around.  Next he took care of her arms.  He secured them by her sides to the ramp using more of the cuffs.  Next a long metal rod with small, pointy spikes on the bottom was secured over her stomach making it so if she moved shed get poked.  Then to top it off he hooked her collar down to the floor.  Jezebel could not move now.  She was freaking out shaking, crying and begging him not to hurt her.  He didn’t say anything, he just picked up the dildo and the butt plug, walked over to her cunt and jammed them both in with one hard shove.  This knocked the wind out of her.  She opened her mouth wide to scream but nothing came out.  Her eyes shut and her body went limp.