GUEST FILMS Presents Girls Undergoing Extreme Sexual Torture. #Cherry by GUEST ENDURANCE WRITER

GUEST FILMS Presents Girls Undergoing Extreme Sexual Torture. #Cherry by GUEST ENDURANCE WRITER

GUEST FILMS – Girls Undergoing Extreme Sexual Torture.

Big Bernie (Bernard Bare) had set his sights on 18 year old Cherry Pope ever since she had walked past his house late one afternoon, her fantastic ass swishing side to side had aroused some very dark thoughts.

The very next day he was stalking her, discovering as much as he could about her comings and goings, so eventually he could put a plan into action, and lure the innocent girl into his basement of pain and terror.

Bernie was a film maker – but nothing you would see at your local cinema. His films consisted of young women undergoing a terrifying ordeal of extreme sexual abuse

and torture at his hands and sometimes a *********** few would join him. A *********** few who enjoyed inflicting pain and torment on young helpless girls.

Every evening he would log in to her Face Book page and stare drooling at the many photos she had posted. She was lead Cheer Leader at the University in Berkley, and she was ravishing. He had set his screen saver to a full face shot of Cherry (probably a selfie). She had long strawberry blonde shoulder length hair with lighter highlights, a dreamy face that could have been a fourteen year olds, with sparkling blue/green wide eyes. Her cheeks were peppered with freckles, either side of a cute button nose. And her mouth, oh my god her mouth. It was a pornographers dream. Perfect with her red lipstick to highlight the full bottom lip.

In his mind she was now called Cherry Pop, a name he would use on the DVD sleeves. And she is really gonna Pop when I get her trussed up downstairs.

And now he had her in his evil clutches.

Big Bernard Bear stood over the snivelling sobbing tearful teen Cheer leader.

Wearing just a filthy string vest he loomed over the frightened teen. His long unkempt straggly hair hung to his shoulders, and his once muscular body now turning to flab, was covered in a thick matt of course dark hair.

His massive cock was upright and pointed towards his sagging belly, waving threateningly above her bowed and perspiring head.

In his right hand he held a large cattle prod.

“Who’s in charge here?” He screamed at the cowering, crying girl.

“Yy..you” she said very quietly between sobs.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that you piece of fuck meat- who is in charge here?” he bellowed.

“You are. You are” she said. “You are in charge, but please don’t hurt me again”.

“But that’s why you are here” grumbled Bernard. “ To be hurt, and cry and scream in my filthy fuck film”.

“My father is rich – he will pay you to release me. Please please phone him – he will pay”.

Bernard roared with laughter – “I have all the money I need, and this film with you as the star will sell like hotcakes. Now, you have already met my little Persuader” he said as he menacingly raised the cattle prod, “ Shall we begin? And feel free to scream as loudly as you can – your audience will love it”.

3 Hours Earlier.

Bernard had parked his van on Oxford Street, near the University of California, and opposite the entrance/exit that Cherry Pope used day in day out. He had been watching and following his prey for a couple of weeks now. Knew her exact movements and even her address – only two streets away from his own home. Ever since he had first seen her from his bedroom window, as she passed by in that sexy cheerleader outfit, he knew she was to be his latest victim or “Star” as he liked to put it. One day when passing by she had stopped to tie a sneaker lace. As she had bent to tie the lace, her short skirt had ridden up giving him a perfect view of firm bubble butt encased in sheer white panties. He had immediately become rock hard. That perfect pale arse was gonna get it, and get it good he thought. A nice cherry red for Cherry Pope.

Bernard was stood next to van, peering through the side windows, waiting for Cherry to appear. A full bag of groceries in his right hand and an unnecessary walking stick in his left. His heart was thumping in anticipation.

And there she was in full cheer leader outfit, exiting the University waving friends goodbye. Bernard looked up and down the street – nobody about. He waited until she was opposite the van, then quickly sat down throwing the walking stick aside and emptying the groceries all over the side walk. He made a loud strangled “Aargh” sound and picked up a can of sweet corn, and hefted it under the van so it clattered into the road.

Cherry heard the shout and saw the can rolling towards her. She quickly crossed the road and around the van.

“Oh my god – are you alright sir”concern in her voice. “Such a sweet girl” thought Bernard. “My knee gave way – it does that sometimes. Waiting on an operation” he puffed.

“Let me help you sir,”rushing to retrieve his unnecessary walking stick and helping him to his feet. “Is anything broken – are you hurt?” “Only my pride” he said. “Let me gather up your groceries”.

Bernard lent against the van and admired Cherrys lithe body, thinking of all the terrible but glorious things he was gonna do to her. “Those tits” he thought, “gotta be at least 36dd, with a tiny waist and that fantastic butt atop those long dancers legs”. “My clients are gonna go nuts for her” he thought to himself, dollar signs dancing in his eyes.

“I think I’ve got everything” she said handing him the bag.“You are a very sweet girl – thank you for your help”.

“No problem – well if you are ok I’d better get going” and she turned to leave.

“Argh” exclaimed Bernard holding his knee. “I think it must be badly bruised – no way I can drive like this”. “I don’t suppose you drive do young lady?” Knowing full well she did as he had seen her driving what he supposed was her mothers pink Porsche.

“Er…yes I do…where do you live?”

“Newbury Road Thousand Oaks”

“Thats just a few streets away from me – what a coincidence. I could drive you home and walk the rest of the way.”

“If I am not putting you that would be great – thank you miss”

“It would be my pleasure”. “NO – the pleasure is gonna be all mine” he thought.

Bernard made a good show of limping round the van, and trying to get into the passenger seat. He smiled at her as she clambered behind behind the steering wheel, only to find that the seat was to far forward, causing her to spread her knees wide and her short cheerleader skirt to ride up, showing an expanse of silky thigh and a glimpse of her plump pussy clad in tight white panties. “Sorry” he said “Mechanism is broken” taking a quick glance at her nicely packaged teenage cunt straining against the fabric of her undies.

“Thats ok…guess I can manage”. It didn’t occur to her that this big man would never have been able to drive in this position.

It was a very informative short drive for Bernard. He learned that she was just turned nineteen, no boy friend, but most importantly – “Oh I am home alone at the moment. My parents are away with my younger sister on a short break and wont be back till Sunday”. Fantastic news he thought. I was hoping for few hours with this slut, and now I have a few days. Three days instead of three hours – think I will get those nasty fuckers Jon and Ron round for some fun and games. “Oh really” he said. “How old is your sister”?

“She’s just turned 17”. Bernard smiled and made a mental note.

When they arrived at his house he reached into the glove box and pointed the remote at the garage. The doors swung upwards. “Could you park inside please – less distance for me to walk.” As she she parked in the garage the doors swung closed behind them. She suddenly felt like she was making a big mistake. “How do I get out?”

“Well you have been so kind – I was hoping you would help me in with the groceries – that door over there goes straight into the kitchen” as he once again made a big show of struggling to get out of the van.

He limped over to the door and she dutifully followed with the Safeway bag.

The kitchen was beautiful with cream coloured Shaker style units and butchers block work surfaces. “Just dump the bag on the table please”. “Ok”.

“Oh dam-it” he said “The meat products need to go into the freezer and thats in the basement – through the door next to the garage door. I don’t suppose you would be a dear and…” “Ok then I really have to go”. She grabbed the three packs of ribeye steaks and headed for the basement door.

“Light switch is on the right, and be careful those stairs are steep”.

The light was very meagre as she made her way down into the dark depths but she could just make out the white freezer unit against the far wall.

Cherry was just closing the lid of the unit when she heard the basement door slam shut. There was heavy footfall on the creaking wooden steps.

“Hello – who’s there?” She said in very timid voice..

“Hello to you to” grunted Bernard as he stepped from the bottom rung into the dark and now claustrophobic basement.

“What the…I thought you were…”

”Hello…and welcome to your hell on earth”

“GOTCHA” he shouted. And roared with laughter.

“Now before we commence with proceedings we need to have a little chat”.

Cherry eyed the staircase, and Bernie saw her sideways glance, but just stood and watched as her athletic legs carried her to the stairwell. Suddenly from under the stairs two huge Mastiff dogs appeared and sat blocking her swift exit.

Cherry skid to a halt and started to shake from head to toe. She was petrified of dogs having being bitten by one as a child. “Thats Thumper and Hammer – they’ve not been fed yet today so I suggest you come back over here so we can have that chat”. Cherry stared at the dogs bared teeth and rivers of drool running from their jowls and slowly backed away.

Bernie walked over to a work bench and flicked a switch on the wall. Immediately the centre of the huge basement was flooded with bright light coming from six video lights on tripods. Bernie was carrying two wooden stools into the lit area. “Come and sit – so we can talk about you getting out of here.” Cherrys hopes raised she slowly walked towards Bernie, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make sure the dogs were staying put.