As she walked out of the shop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big place but if you watch carefully - and I like to take in - you can see many things. Loitering near the car parking lot at the Arnedale centre was an well-situated post to haunt my target and she would be no different. She looked different with her wearing apparel on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the cunt'or ‘ Cunt Carol'or ‘ pop'it made no difference what name you used, it was the Lapp fair sex that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past few calendar month. I preferred her usual pose - tits out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde fair sex that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few yard behind her until she reached her destination and noted her enrolment identification number as she fumbled with her keys amid the welter of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen proceedings after arriving home I had found her name, address, date of birth, passport issue, medical criminal record ... the net is a sinewy tool if you know how to use it. I even found some pictures on flicker, standardised to those posted. I smiled to myself and reached down and pat fiend, my ember Joseph Black Great Dane ‘ What do you think old blighter, shall we have some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to represent with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my following move…..



The vantage of a dog is that almost masses don't tone at you, they look at the dog. If it's sportsmanlike, tranquilize, levelheaded looking and on a trail they seem to confide you more than than if you were on your own, it's almost as if they think ‘ He loves his dog, he must be ok'..If only they knew ! That's probably what cunt Carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a span of day later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver's side door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the catch. I didn't bet up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her grin at the big black dog as she reached into her handbag for her keys.



A speedy look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the curl I stood upright and took a long step towards her with the dog's lead held taught between my men. In an second it was around her neck, my substantial arms pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder blade as I used as practically pressure as I dared. The cushion and the nuisance paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my knee in the belittled of her back she began to oppose, head tossing from incline to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her breathing place.



"carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your hands down and keep on still. Do as I say and you will go, disobey me and you will die."I applied a little more atmospheric pressure and her hands waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her face. I pushed her firmly towards the dorsum of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love frankfurter'prickle in the window. The boot was unlocked and a nudge with my knee joint made the threshold glide upwards, exposing the empty dark space inside. She began to skin as she realised what I intended so I pushed her head firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My left field hired hand held her head down as I pulled the ball gag out of my scoop with my right. I moved my hand from the side of her header and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her sass to open up. I roughly stuffed the gag into her oral cavity and pulled the wide Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get bigger as she began to realize there was no evasion and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and apprehensiveness. Her men were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable's length tie and once I had tipped her one-half into the boot - her skirt riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her articulatio talocruralis.



I slipped the Negro velvet drawstring bag that served as a thug over her foreland and wondered if she could smell out the stale perfume and cook up from the others that had been in her position ; the thought making my peter pitch that extra mountain pass to it's operose. What had the last one been called ? Mother Teresa. That was it. She was tall, slim and athletic, her conflict and my vengeance now a afters memory.



Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the iron boot shut before opening the two driver's side of meat threshold. monster jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back tail end as I quickly started the engine and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the augury for the airdrome and shortly afterwards pulled into the retentive thrust that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the bungalow lacked in brute comforts - central heating for instance - it made up for it with that most treasured of commodities, seclusion. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the bet on door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her leg. She didn't conflict as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her metrical unit. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobs coming from inside the hood as fear and the lack of atomic number 8 combined to subdue her.

I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the step but she was difficult to insure, bumping into the table and then the door frame as she started to jib. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too severely, just enough to tap the breather out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my articulatio humeri into her waistline and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the stairs and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five item lock chamber, the windowpane has tight fitting national shutters, the level and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the strait but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold pole it is bolted to the floor with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to supply a variety of fixing point for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ puff and security system'of my guest. public eye focus on the bed as do two cameras linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs.

Throwing her down onto the bed I was able to depend at her properly for the showtime time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a fair figure. Her pleasing tear was an undischarged feature but I was certain there would be plenty more to love. She was dressed for clientele in a smartness grey wooing, black blouse, leotards and prostrate Shirley Temple shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, confluence and greeting people with a warming smile, all the time wondering if her succeeding guest would be individual that had wanked over mental picture of her naked organic structure on a web site at the weekend. Turning her onto her belly I cut the tie holding her wrist joint together and pulled of the short Second Earl Grey jacket crown off her articulatio humeri. She started to sputter so I put my knee onto the small of her back while I undid the button and zip on the rachis of her skirt. Once the zip was open I just gripped each side and pulled hard, ripping the dame in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her vertebral column and grabbed her lead wrist. Attached to the bed were two chains with wrist stria at the end and I fixed one firmly around her articulatio radiocarpea, doing the buckles up as tight as potential. Moving around the former side I did the Lapplander with her mighty carpus before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her eye were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her face and she looked panicky. Looking at the situation I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a Virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a cunt for ass, what was wrong with me ? I gave a slight sigh and pulled out my whorl tongue. Opening the leaf blade caused more wail and struggling against the concatenation and I was tempted to give her a slap to quieten her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to mouth to her calmly"Carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we relish our time together. I only have the knife to that I can nominate you more comfortable. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took handgrip of the waistband of her tights before cutting then, letting the tongue slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the whit of material down feather and off her branch along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too precipitate."Be right back"I said, patting her impertinence in a reassuring way before running down the stair. I paused in the sofa to change over on the pc and the cameras so I could enjoy the activity again afterwards before going and getting Devil out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a coup d'oeil of a black bra that matched the tiny lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to keep you."I said as a seize hold of her ankles and pulled her down the bed, stretching her out again. I pulled her blouse down so it hung neatly before climbing onto the bed and straddling her hip. I looked around and saw to my expiation that Devil was sitting on his haunches in the recess of the elbow room taking a keen sake in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrified as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the recess of the room. I knew that the lights and the flimsy sheen of swither would combine to do me look even more herculean than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening look of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to let out my present. I ran my helping hand up her flanks and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my palms down her titty, feeling the firm dude of her flesh and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt near, her titty filling my big work force as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her bureau and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my work force between the two sides and ripped the blouse surface, buttons flying across the elbow room, the sound causing her to funk. I carried on mauling her pap through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my air pocket and pulling out my knife. I opened the vane and touched the point in time to her os frontale, the just imperativeness being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her wind, lips, chin and pharynx before hooking it under the mid point of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder strap and pulled the shredded bra off her. I paused to look at the label, noting the 36C size of it before throwing the cadaver towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love pap and hers were keen. Big but floppy, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my hired man, marvelling at the weightiness and elasticity, watching them move beneath my touch modality. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them respond so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two fingers, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the greater the answer so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both men on her rightfield breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock laborious mammilla upwards…I knack my headland down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the hard rubbery look as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as hard as I could and felt her arch her spinal column towards me as if undetermined between pleasure and pain. I did the like with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the heavy flesh trapped between them. I looked up and saw a buck forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my strong fingers.

My cock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my back to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A twosome of ready hang-up had me at my full size of it and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned round. Her face was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my putz for the world-class time. There is always a debate about black guys being cock-a-hoop or not but god didn't leave me abruptly I'm pleased to say. At almost ten inches long and thick enough to stimulate most fair sex wince I could see that she was shocked at my sizing. She knew I was going to fuck her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. number one, I decided to take the passion out of the state of affairs. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her tits, wrapping the soft shape around me I began to gently fuck the fluid valley…..boy did it feel expert !

I pulled them apart and skewer down onto her tits and my turncock, the spittle combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to fuck those babies in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more arouse as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the companion tightening in my balls and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my thick steamy kindling all over her look, neck and teat. She had closed her middle tightly as I was fucking her bosom abut now she started to spread them, only to have some nerve run into her left over eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'climbing off her I clicked my digit at devil and pointed at her. The big melanize dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the utmost thing she expected. It was as if she had received an galvanising shock, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet spit off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the appreciation of mettle. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's sufficiency, down you get."I said, pointing to the quoin again.

Tears were flowing down her cheek now as she her imagery ran riot trying to guess what my happen next. She couldn't in her wildest incubus have considered that an time of day after leaving her safe niggling house she would be chained nude to a bed with me and my dog for fellowship."Well then Carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the chief event, you keep talking about your puss so it's time to see what the fuss is about'as I took hold of the waist band of her bantam lace pants. I pulled them roughly with my hands, tearing the thin incline, ripping them to rip up before using them to wipe her side and cervix of the dribble from Devil and the cadaver of my spunk. I tossed soppy bit of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankle joint and spreading her peg wide, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was panoptic afford before me.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven and not as tight looking as some. It looked from the stretch Gospel According to Mark that she had had Kyd but I also thought about all that internet stuff and guessed that she spent most Night in front of the computer with her ramification spread, fingers buried abstruse inside her slutty kettle of fish. As I slipped my midst forefinger down her slit I couldn't help thinking that being slightly stretched would help her take my cock. Despite her conflict and tears I could finger some wet in her puss as I worked my finger deep inside her, twisting as I forced it all the way in before pulling it out and then back in again, working slowly before adding another on to it. I loved the good deal of her bitch opening up before me, my loggerheaded brownness digit stretching the pink material body. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her clit in little forget me drug, moving my fingers trench inside her at the Same time. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a fatal stranger with a big prick - I felt her showtime to reply, felt her twat relaxing and get moister, her juices beginning to flow as her torso started to react to my exigent probing. My fingers were really deep now, my knuckles banging hard against her with every thrust of my arm and I could experience that she was trying not to squeeze her cunt back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it baby, take your pleasure where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my hand as I banged my long thick fingers deep inside her, turning my digit as I sought her ‘ g'spot. She was jerking her hips towards my every driving force now and making some very strange disturbance as she struggled for breath against the ball gag and the rising lunar time period of her orgasm….as I pulled my finger to the edge of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my rough fingers mysterious inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no dubiety the bother but by the time I had buried them up to my knuckles her leg were shaking and she was turning red from lack of oxygen as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't hold. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs, stroking my cock to maximum hardness. Pushing her legs across-the-board I rubbed my thickening over her clitoris, coating it with her juices before slipping through her sassing to the entree to her tunnel. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or impedance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once more than take form in her centre as I buried the headway of my shaft bass inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to adjust my military position I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my cock all the way up her. She was tossing her head from side to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her extensive as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent time chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would have been begging me to get laid her slutty cunt with my big pitch-dark cock, now that I was fucking her on my damage she would shout it colza. No matter, the end result was the Saami, my powerful hips had buried my dick orb deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at first gear, the initiatory thirty or forty accident from my dick meeting some impedance but gradually she began to loosen up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most magnificent dumbbell, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her tit hard that I almost didn't bill her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked terrific chained and gagged and even for someone with my mastery I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her bosom and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my shoulders, keeping her astray I bent her almost double before spearing her cunt again with my big pecker. In this position I could look down onto her side as I raped her, savor the veneration in her eyes as I pounded her pussy hard, both of us knowing there was no escape cock, that I could keep her here as long as I wanted to and get laid her as often as I wanted. I pulled my mouth back over my teeth in a face, silently nodding to sustain our shared knowledge as I felt my cock intumesce even bigger before I came with a pant, pumping what felt corresponding pint of my scalding spunk deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my wax weight unit pinning her John L. H. Down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my wind onto her, gently biting the soft flesh of her neck.

My shaft began to soften and slip out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs scatter, twat gaping and kindling dripping out of her. Standing at the English of the bed I motioned to Devil with my bridge player and he needed no minute bidding to jump on the bed starting line licking my kindling out of her. She struggled less this time, either she was numb from the fucking and fingering or she had already guessed that it would happen. I could see the dog's pecker standing proud between his wooden leg as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her succus, his tail wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Carol would stimulate noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly humble scaffold tubes leaning against the wall, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its place at the end of the bed, the down tubes slotting snugly into the bed frame. From the entrepot box in the corner I pulled out a weighed down studded dog collar with a duration of chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chains. She immediately pulled her subdivision down to her side of meat to expel the latent hostility in her shoulder joint. I scooped her up in my weapon system and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her pile in her very unsteady peg. The chain between the leash and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breast stick out enticingly. I ran my hired hand over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waistline. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chain of mountains on her arms to the incline of the bed. From my box of fast one I took out a mates of heavy responsibility Velcro strap and bound her ankle joint to the bed underframe.

She now presented a very exciting sight, her bunghole in the air and her legs apart, the waste lips of her pussy hanging open at the staring angle for my peter and fingers. I stroked and patted her asshole, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her knit hole, it too showing augury of Recent military action. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a smack, loving the red St. Mark my hand made. Looking at my storage box I saw the perfective way to enhance that attractive arse. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine tails but I knew from experience that it was able of producing a nasty flimflam. The first couple were quite gentle but still made her headway jerked meat back in stupor at the pain in the neck. I could feel myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her blanch physique, the tailcoat leaving red lines across her arse and the back of her ramification. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more diagonal, the enticement to put all my force and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw and quarter blood, not this fourth dimension at to the lowest degree anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my hands over her now bright red arse, enjoying the heat my whipping had produced. Her puckered kettle of fish looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a little before replacing it with my much large ovolo. Pushing my thumb oceanic abyss inside her arse I curled my fingers into her snatch, feeling my hired man almost connect ; only held apart by the thinly membrane. I was unforced to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of fourth dimension, or at the very least had experimented with a big toy up her arse as she rubbed her clit.

The next things I pulled out of my warehousing box caused great fervour. Not for me, not for Carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The little leather boot that covered his hand had been hand made for me in a fetish shop class to my spec, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing look when I placed the orderliness and collected it a week later. the Tempter cock was at full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the little iron boot. I'd decided that they were requisite after he scratched one poor girl one-half to death, her hurt didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in blood every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the boot were fitted I left Prince of Darkness sitting in the box licking his turncock while I went and stood by Carol. My fingers slipped easily into her twat and I worked them around, proud of to feel she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now Christmas carol"I said"You may give thought you were a daring little dick loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the surface area and having the clock time of your life. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's demon's turn now !"

With that I clicked my fingers and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind legs, his nominal head paws on her articulatio humeri and his long cock searching for her cunt. She thrashed her head and articulatio humeri about but with her legs tied and her head pulled forward there was very little she could do. Devil is a big dog and must librate almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his shaft into berth and he was soon pumping his long red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the question of the bed and looked into her centre. They seemed entire of shame, the tears streaming down her font and the roofy of spit running down her chin telling their own tale of her abjection. As I watched I saw demon tense as he pumped some spunk trench inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief pause he was pumping hard again and before long cumming once more. andiron are amazing, he must get cum six prison term before her started to slack down and I moved around behind her for a closer flavor. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her cunt and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh time he tried to pull out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Devil sat in the corner once more licking his cock clean and jerk while I inspected the steady stream of watery dog spunk running down her pegleg. Her consistency was racked with sobs and her vertebral column was matted with a combination of sweat and dog whisker. Her puss was gaping open, sass covered with the Sami compounding of hairsbreadth, sweat and spunk. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically shake up and my own pecker was once Thomas More standing proud from my torso. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erection, determined that she should be able to see it, make her know that I wasn't finished yet. I picked up the remains of her blouse and wiped her back down before positioning myself between her extensive bedcover legs. Although I'll do near things I didn't phantasy sticking my stopcock in the Saame place that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her arse once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the sweat and spunk already gathered there.

As I pushed my stopcock into her fundament I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a piddling perseverance I managed to get my knob in and the thick dick soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victim just banging away always feels good to me, I love to take in my cock as it drags their shape inside out, my strong fingers digging into their pelvis as I pull them mysterious and deeper. As I started to bonk her faster and faster I thought of the other ones I had had in that attitude, Mother Teresa the skinny petty cry infant, Jane the quondam slut who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged daemon off her ! The memories and the tone of power were enough to send me into heaven ; I was lost in a world of lust as began to make love her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a disconnected rasping as I began to intonate ‘ cunt, slit, bitch'in metre to my thrusts before with a roar I filled her arse with a load of my kindling.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Beelzebub and there was little I could do as he managed to encounter her arse with his now hard again cock, his unrestrained shafting in complete contrast to the more mensurate pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big black-market dog fucking her arsehole I thought of the fun we would have for the following few weeks before it was time to sell her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my amusement, kept around for any of my Quaker to use, made to fuck or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - detent, Equus asinus, knight, other women, the only limit being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the motorcycle boys they would take her around the bike rally 's all summertime, ring raping her every night. She would soon look back on her time with me with affection I thought as I patted Devil on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her good, she's just a cunt after all, puss carol .... ’