The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1

... fright. But then I realised she had just wriggled her way to one of the far walls, and was huddled against it sobbing uncontrollably. What a baby. When she saw me her eyes widened and she cried out. Oh dear, I thought. She's not pleased to see me. I walked over to her and watched as she shrank away as best she could, bound as she was. I've secured thick ropes tightly around her wrists and ankles. That seems enough to hold her, at least until I think of something better. I knelt next to her, and adopted a calm voice. "Wakey wakey, Katie" I taunted. "Rise and shine." I wanted to sound a bit mad. It would keep her afraid, and stop her from trying to reason with me. I couldn't be bothered to deal with pleading. "How are you feeling?" I asked quietly, focusing on keeping a slightly crazed look in my eyes. "Wha.. Ho... Just.. Just get away from me!" she screamed at me. I was impressed she was still trying to fight me. But, vulnerable as she was, she still bore a look of absolute terror. I smiled. "Sorry. I don't want you to feel frightened. That's up to you." She glared at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Let me go! Let me out of here, you fucker! I'll kill you when I get out!" "No" I said simply, shaking my head. "You're stuck here, Katie. So get used to this cellar." She didn't seem to hear me, and continued twisting and screaming at me. It was quite boring to listen to, but I let her go on. She would only tire herself out, and I couldn't care less how she ...

... felt. However, after over a minute of continued screaming, I got impatient. "Shut it, girl!" I told her firmly. No response. "Hey! Katie! Shut the fuck up!" This time she definitely heard me. She looked at me for an instant, then spat angrily and continued trying to writhe free of her bonds. I unthreaded my belt from my trousers, and got to my feet. "I warned you, bitch! This is what you get if you don't obey me." And with that, I began raining blows onto the girl's bare legs. She screamed out in pain, trying to cover up somehow. But she had no hope. She was at my mercy, until I got tired of the beating. "This will end when you shut.. the fuck.. up!" I yelled at her, placing a blow on her thigh with each of the last four words. The volume of her cries died down, but I knew it was only from pain and not a conscious decision by her. So the belt continued lashing down, flaying her legs and chest. I could see red marks rising up all over her, as the leather strap struck her hard and true. "Shut up!" I commanded her. "You Bitch!" That time, at last, she heard me. She broke down into tortured sobs, and started shaking back and forth where she lay. The job was done. I took my belt in my hand, and turned to leave. "Try and get some sleep, bitch. You'll need it." My statement sent a flash of fear through her blotchy red eyes, but only for a moment before they closed and she continued bawling onto the floor. As I ascended the stairs, I heard her start screaming again. ...