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                   The Pain and Ecstasy of Su Lin

                          by L J J Hanson


Prologue

        She was the most beautiful and desirable woman I had ever
come across in my whole life.  I took great delight in watching her
struggle against the bonds that held her exposed and captive to my
every pleasure.  Her dainty wrists were cuffed together and held
above her head, her arms pulled uncomfortably high and tight by
strong nylon ropes.  Her long, shiny black hair cascaded about her
shoulders, partially obscuring the dildo gag that was jammed into
her mouth, and swayed from side to side as she hopelessly tried to
escape the cruel bondage that held her firmly in place.  Her breasts
were unusually large for an Asian woman and it was those special
features that attracted me to her in the first place.  My eyes took
in all of her beauty, traveling down past the narrow waist, her
slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs.  Her
legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped
and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result
of her latest whipping.  The skin on her inner thighs, the area
closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the
result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the
color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut
of the whip had been laid down.  I took pride in my artistic
abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the
beautiful body of an innocent Oriental woman, fresh out of high
school.  Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with
forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features.
        Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I
had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her
ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal.
The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off
to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground,
forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart.  She was
pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way
she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was
by standing on her tiptoes.  But with her legs so unnaturally spread
apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few
minutes...she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell
in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and
legs.
        I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling
sorry for her.  I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon
her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in
front of her where she could see my face.  My hands reached out for
and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her
nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper
hardness.  Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me
pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to
run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body.  She had
been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time
to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to
drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too
weak to scream and shake.
        I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one
slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that
remained above her clean-shaven pussy.  Her body stiffened as she
felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt
that I had come to know very well during the past few days.  Her
pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large,
about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her
clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when
erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood.  My
fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she
really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I
could.  I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female
flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I
squeezed.  Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later
this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for
such work, I will give her cunt a full workout.
        But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so
I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them
to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth.
She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking
her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore
feeling that had been numbed by the constant expansion of the gag.
        "Please, " she pleaded, "Please let me go...You've had me
here three days already...what more do you want?  I don't think I
can take much more of this.  I won't say anything to anyone, just
let me go!"
        I ignored her stupid comments and she shut up after seeing
the look on my face. I told her, "Keep quiet slut.  You tired of
hanging there?  Well, tell you what I'm gonna do: how about if we
make a little deal.  You're good at deals, aren't you?  How about
this one, then.  I'll let you down from there and let you put your
arms down, if you ask me to tie your tits up tight. Alls you got to
say is:Baby, please tie my tits hard...Got it?"
        She shook her head defiantly for a moment, but her mind
started changing when she saw me head back towards the wall where my
tools were hanging and reach for a riding crop.  I walked back and
poked her pert, 36D tits with the end of the crop, lifting them up
with the wide end and bouncing them from side to side.  I let the
crop rest on her nipple and looked into her eyes.  She knew what
would happen next: the first night I had her, I viciously beat her
breasts with this same crop, drawing incredible screams from her.
There were still marks on the sensitive undersides of her tits, where
I like to concentrate when working on a big-titted girl.  She looked
at me for a second, then, her head hanging down in defeat and her
hair falling like a curtain around the pained face, said "Baby,
please tie my tits hard."
        I slammed the crop into the hard, red nipple of her left
breast and told her to look at me in the eyes.  Her head tilted up,
she again asked me to tie up her tits.  What could I do?  Here was
this pretty Oriental girl asking me to tie her tits...I'm basically
a helpful guy and do what people want, so I uncranked the pulley and
released the tension of the ropes.  She groaned with relief as I
snapped the cuffs off of her ankles, permitting her to close her
legs and stand somewhat naturally.  Her wrists were still cuffed
together, and grabbing these, I led her towards another part of the
basement where I kept a special piece of furniture: the examination
table.  It was a table very similar to the kind found in
gynecologist offices, except that this one had heavy duty leather
straps and extra-strong steel bars instead of weak stirrups.  I
think she knew what was coming, because when she saw the table, she
groaned, "Ohhhh nooooo...." and vainly tried to resist my efforts to
get her up on the table.  Three days of severe treatment, however,
had weakened her to the point where capable resistance was
impossible and I had no real problem in getting her to sit up on the
table and lie down on her back.   I began by strapping down her
waist with a wide leather belt. Next I removed her wrist cuffs and
slid each wrist into a specially placed leather cuff that kept her
arms locked against her sides.  Two more belts were placed around
her upper arms and another went around her neck, thus effectively
restraining her upper body and preventing any movement, however
slight.
        But before I continue with this session, perhaps I should
fill you in on some background information.  My name is Al (friendly
name,huh?) and my helpless little friend is Su Lin.  I saw Su Lin
for the first time in a Chinese restaurant where she was working as
a waitress.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of her that night: her
beautiful face, large tits and shapely ass drove all other thoughts
from my mind.  You see, I have this particular thing for Asian
girls, but Su Lin was special because she also had big firm breasts
and nipples that could be seen poking through the thin material of
her work blouse.  I don't think I tasted the food that night: my
brain was all abuzz with planning out how I would get to know her
better.  My fascination must have been obvious, because when a
busboy came by to refill my water glass, he grinned and said "Nice,
huh?"
        I nodded and said, "She is beautiful...I think I'm in love.
How long has she been working here?"  The idiot told me her name, and
mentioned that she lived in Skyler, about 15 miles away.  I hurried
up and finished my meal.  I probably spend too much money by going
out to eat every night, but there are some benefits, like getting
rewarded by finding out the names of girls like Su Lin and where they
live.  Driving back home, I already knew that I would be visiting
Skyler in a few months and looking that sweet Oriental up in the
phone book.  I was shaking with lust, but I managed to control myself
from improptu behavior, and besides, all of my trapping gear was in
the van at home.  To succeed in a hobby like mine, you need, above
all else, patience.  Pick your target carefully and then take your
time...all the work pays off in the end: just look at Su Lin strapped
down on the table...what a payoff!

Chapter One - The Capture

        I waited about a month and a half before I started Operation
Su Lin.  I made sure not to return to that restaurant again, but
looked her up in the phone book and found out where she lived.  Her
neighborhood was perfect for what I had in mind: small houses hidden
by lots of trees that were far from each other and had long
driveways.  There was very little traffic on her street and no
streetlights.  Her house was about half of a mile away from a
slightly busier street and this road could be easily reached by
walking down an infrequently traveled path through some dense woods.
I made careful plans, even waiting for her to come home during the
ten days before I intended to take her.  It was very easy to park the
van in a shopping center near her house, walk through some woods and
place myself in some well-positioned trees and bushes where I could
watch the front door of her house.  This surveillance showed me that
she lived alone, which was just what I wanted, and that she always
came home by herself.  Apparently she didn't have any boyfriends,
which was even better.
        Everything seemed to be going my way until the tenth night of
my watch.  She came home like usual, around 10:00 PM, but after
spending an hour in one of the upstairs rooms, she came out the front
door with a couple of suitcases and put them in the trunk of her car.
I nearly shit!  The little bitch was going out of town and about to
ruin all of my plans.  I thought fast and acted even faster.  I took
off and raced back to the van.  I drove it to the street across the
wooded path and parked it there after grabbing the bag holding my
trapping gear.  I ran back to the front of her house, heart pounding
and hoping that she hadn't left yet.  I lucked out and saw her car
still there, with the front door open and all of the upstairs lights
off.  I snuck around closer to her house, waiting in the shadows by
the side of the house in front of the car.  She would be coming out
any minute now, and I planned to make my grab as she walked from the
porch to her car.  I waited a minute or two and then finally heard
the screen door open, the front door closed shut and she was walking
down the steps to her car.  In a flash, I stalked her silently from
behind and surprised her by tackling her from the rear and falling on
top of her as we both hit the ground.  She never knew what hit her.
        Years of practice have perfected my technique, and in just a
few seconds I was sitting on top of her back with my knees holding
her arms down and my hands slipping the gag into her mouth.  She was
kind of dazed for a minute, and didn't start to struggle till after
the gag was secured, which by then was too late for her because no one
could here her muffled screams anymore.  I punched the back of her
head to settle her down a bit, then proceeded to handcuff her hands
together, behind her back.  I next cuffed her ankles, thus ensuring
that she could not get away.  I took a strong rope out of my bag and
slipped it through the ankle and wrist cuffs, tying her wrists and
ankles together very tightly.  Her legs were bent back pretty good,
and to make the bondage even tighter, I looped some cords around her
knees, forcing her legs together.  She was ready to be moved, except
for one final thing, and after placing a hood over her face, I picked
her up, along with my bag, and carried her through the woods to my
waiting van.
        I approached the van slowly, making sure that no cars were
coming down the street or that no one was walking their dog.  I
quickly opened the rear door, put her inside and closed the door
behind me.  This had happened so fast that she was still kind of
dazed and not really struggling, which made it easy for me to pack
her into a waiting heavy-duty trunk.  Snapping the lid closed, I
piled some boxes around it, along with some moving blankets, and
crawled up to the front to start the engine.  I was soon out of that
neighborhood safely and on my way home.  I stopped for a minute at a
convenience store and bought some lottery tickets (since I figured my
luck was riding pretty high), some beer and cigarettes.  I was home
half an hour later and pulling my van into the garage when I could
finally relax and start to enjoy my accomplishment.  Beautiful Su Lin
was all mine!

To be continued in Chapter Two (SULIN2.TXT)