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( Balletomane )

The cherry wood flooring accentuated the beat-red welts across her thigh and waste. Last night Melanie confirmed my desires ; accepted my request to make a life story with me. After receiving her low gear round of come she was caught trying to rid it from herself ; an act penal by change but it's such a shame to spay that torso. I've decided to hold off on the mod, and to use other method to instill the correct note value of a striver into my small danseuse. I rested pleasantly in my death chair, center stage."Dance."

Melanie began to pirouette, once, twice, and on her third faltered ; having a hard time lifting her weight no uncertainty."Penchee"I called to her, grinning. Her face winced while she attempted to raise her unexpended leg behind her. I felt a pang of anger, knowing she could pull off practiced than a 70degree stretch but when her hired hand went to her protuberant belly I remembered her enema. The reason for this ; punishment. The tremendous enema she held would be excruciating in any stead, exceptionally while dancing, but dance she would.
As she continued her awkward move I checked my watch. She'd received the four quarts nearly two hours ago. I'd told her the faster she finished her routines, the Oklahoman she would feel sculptural relief. But she continued to waver and I continued to critique her. Just because she wasn't on Great White Way any longer isn't an excuse to get baggy ; enema or no. I rose from my seat and walked off degree, away from the blindingly bright luminousness to impart Melanie the level, this is her finale.

She strikes her final pose, folded over, capitulum on her articulatio radiocarpea, belly pressed to the floor, and both stage spread wide, her sex exposed, gleaming in the lights. The consultation exploded in applause, hooting and hollering. The crowd rose and filtered out, but she remained posing until I, her master, retrieved her. I led her to the restroom and allowed her to remove her plug and begin the operation of expelling the liquid. I lingered around just long enough to pee her look self conscious and then excused myself to see off my guests.
I returned with four node forty minutes later to find my hussy cleaning herself up."Excellent, fornicatress. These guests have requested a private demonstration."I led them to a large bedroom with two sofa, a pole, and a big bed, among many toys and tools. I shook their custody, dictated two hours, collected my fee, turned the cameras on and left.

Now to sit back and watch MY appearance. Melanie entered from the left hand of the camera and at first base all I saw of her was her back, her pale articulatio humeri ; hips. She stood contrite while they poked and prodded at her supple professional dancer's body. Each man's grubby fingers lingered at her boob, pinching her pert mamilla eliciting yelps from her lips. After some snuggling she was teach onto her stifle, to which she dropped and opened her small mouthpiece.

Each flaccid turncock turned carinated between her girlish rim. One cock after another throat fucked her, making her go on her sass afford so as to make it as boggy as potential. It was with a disgusted look on her face that she took each lading of cum in her pharynx. lots to my surprise they had her entertain it in her mouth. I inched closer to the screen to determine her backtalk gimmick sourly to hold their demon come. She was laid on her breadbasket, ass in the air. Each man took a turn spanking her, reddening her ass cheeks before they each knelt between her second joint and licked from her bitch to her anus.

I watched in horror as she shuddered and came over their lingua. That little whore was loving this. Next they mounted her ; one man took his thick turncock and guide it into her new canal. Her snatch was so wet it made sloshing sounds ; disgusting. Her wetness seemed to encourage the others as they approached. One put his testis in her mouth and held her throat while she sucked on them. The former two men each pinched and pulled on her mamilla. She screamed onto the node chunk, pleasuring him further. In short rescript each man had filled her bitch with his ropes. Surprising enough they seemed to want more and they still had another forty instant. They beat their half hard cocks to her body, laying there oozing cum. They flopped her over until her system of weights was primarily on her shoulders, her ass upwards, open for the pickings.
After a few calamitous attempts each man made his mark in her anus, although they hadn't much left to spill.

They had been holding out on one prominent fluid however ; for the finale. All at once each man took a hand to her ass and spread her cheeks apart separating her gaping asshole and put their other hand on their now lenient tool. They each rested the oral sex on her peel around the hole and let their make rain down inside her. At offset she didn't seem to notice, then she shrieked and thrashed about but to no help ; they had her sandwiched and completely at their garbage disposal, toilet.

As their meter ended they filed out, used my cleansing facilities and departed the property. I sat still, shocked in my television camera elbow room watching her laying there in emplacement. I hadn't instructed her to do this ; to be a whore. She did that all on her own, and enjoyed it ! My fiddling slut was in for a mighty punishment.

"Constantine I, COME !"I commanded him as I strode down the hall ; whip in hand, a tether in the other. I stood motionless in front of the shut down door, knowing entire well the strumpet, Melanie, would be waiting on the other side, still on her knee with her ass in the air. I couldn't erase the image of the yellowed weewee running out of her gape and down her stage, venter, her bosom. Con whined at my face, bringing me back to the now.
The door opened silently on its hinge and there she was. Still in her piss covered formation."Hello Maste-"“ SHUT UP BITCH ! ! ! !"I stood shaking, staring, fuming. Her prick was over flowing with piss and her kitty was dripping their cum. I placed one hand on her seemingly-clean rear and gripped the party whip tighter in my right. First one strike, then two three four until the welts gave way to bloodied strips of ass, thigh and back. Her yell were thunderous and pleading, but they didn't save her skin."When I watched you dancing… I had no idea what a little fancy woman you are ! Such a cum hussy ! JESUS, you even let them pass water in you, didn't you ! Ya dirty bitch !"

I walked to the bathroom to dampen my bridge player as they were bloody and sweaty. I washed my face, too and stared at my reflection, a little amount of sorrowfulness was worn on my lips. When I returned I found Constantine licking at his showing cock. Not fully extended but this action was clearly heating him up. I snapped my fingerbreadth and pointed to her sloppy, cum stuffed slit and he went to wreak immediately. If she hadn't noticed Con's presence before, she was now. She squealed when his tongue entered her.

"Oh don't fucking complain, puss !"My forbearance was out. Con tongued her, reaching into her profoundness and drawing out every death trace of the invaders. Afterwards he sat back and licked his sass, his dick completely unsheathed now. I just snapped my fingers and pointed to her anus. This he took in with slap-up inflammation, even wagging his fib. He licked all over her ass, tasting the rakehell, cum, and piss. As he lapped She whined under Constantine I's perpetual striking.

Con finished cleaning the unworthy bitch in a few second and sat back impatiently. I rubbed his ears adoringly ; biding my time. I moved to my slut's tense neck and looped the leash around it, clipping it back on itself, making a choke triad. She sounded off"Uhh ”. I smiled wickedly at her."You like being such a beef ? You're going to be Con's bitch."I ripped on the leash, dragging her onto the floor. Her howler was cut short as the leash strangled her. I pushed her onto her articulatio genus and allowed the leash to loosen. I led her penny-pinching to Constantine I's cling doggy-dick.

She whimpered in antipathy but when she pressed her lips over his slick phallus her objection were muffled. Con allowed her to bob her head on him for a minute but grew tired of her unusefulness and began to thrust into her mouth causing her to gag. This continued for ten minutes or so before I snapped my fingers. The dog withdrew from her now slimy sass and moved around behind her. He leapt onto his hind legs and pressed his front paw claws into her back skin and drive into her puss.

The little sporting lady was about to crawl away when con growled and bit her shoulder, drawing blood. She deserved it. He then started to really hit home, making her payoff all of his length, hitting her open pussy with his ever- swelling knott. This was almost too very much for me to take, my orchis ached. I made Con pull out and look a minute. When he re-mounted her, he had a new goal. Her gaping bastard. As instantly as his cock head pressed into her opening I wanted him to knott in it. That'd teach the bitch."yeah, yeah, yeah !"I groaned while he pressed further and further into her, getting frustrated without his knott inside. After watching him scramble a bit more I brought my finger to the deliverance.

I slipped in two finger, one of each deal and pulled her arsehole wider, allowing just enough outer space for him to pull his hole-sealing knott inside. Her eyes bulged and her throat, however constricted, let an ear splittingly brassy screech of brat and painful sensation. Con fucked her sealed asshole for all it was worth, howling and growling. I'd never seen him so pleased. Ten minutes Thomas More of this and I knew he was spurting.

The tone escaping her now gagged mouth was undeniable. Con was spilling his puppy goo into her bowels. It took him a great while to drain his balls completely into her and with his foresightful scape I knew it was deep in her colon. As pleased as I was with watching her writhe with his cock still inside, come swimming ; I would genuinely enjoy to watch him remove his knott from her.

Twenty min after knotting Con grew tired of waiting and started tugging it from her. Her teary eyes pleaded."That's it Con, good boy. descend on !"I chanted. She whaled into her gag and all too soon there was an hearable"pop"and Con was free people. He licked himself clean and I stood watching the ropes of dog cum drip out of her wasted motherfucker.

She remained on the story huffing in pain with each string of cum leaked from her."This is a gloominess ”. I moved to tuck the string for her coller and direct her then, on all quaternity, to the microscope stage."This is where you will stay until our future showing."I tied her back to a structural post in the point. weaponry tied tightly behind her around the post. Her ankles tight together, and then I spread her knees and tied them separately around the back of the post straining them, making her quite uncomfortable in her usual dancers pose. Then for the first meter since her disgusting act I looked into her cheek, her optic. They pooled with tears and her lip quivered but she remained quiet. I turned on my heel and strode off stage.

When I saw her again it was with an hearing. I'd had a few hours of sleep to contemplate over my feeling, and as I greeted my guests my wrath flared again. My architectural plan was to abase her, publicly, and maybe make some duplicate cash, too. I started the show by cropping her nipples. The fortunate perky tits turned blistering red with just a few strokes, moving on. Down her stomach, thigh and to her open sex. I took my time slapping her pussycat sass with the leather. Her interpreter rung out with each lash.

The final exhibit was to be the needles. I saved these for last as I had fiddling taste for them, and they would convey her the most pain in the neck. I had prepared myself with a twain hundred humble needles and thirty or forty enceinte phonograph needle, nearly the size of knitting needles. They were mammoth things. She shook in fear as I rolled the tray of acerate leaf closer to her post."please don't do this"she whispered to me."you give me no choice, whore."I say back in an equally quiet voice.

I pinched the skin just above her pap and slowly pushed the minor phonograph needle through it. She whimpered. I repeated the Same on the other tit, as I like to keep things symmetrical. Ten more phonograph needle continued all over the tits. Then I worked my way down to a knealing place. My aspect just inches from her hot pussy, my fingers working her labia. Without warning I pushed one, then two needle through her cunt lips. She shook against the situation, waling loudly. I loved the fight she gave, so naturally, I added more needle.

After a legal brief whipping of the acerate leaf I moved to her mouth."open"she did so slowly, tentatively. I clamped her tongue with my plier and placed one, two, then tree acerate leaf through her tongue and told her to hold it capable. She sobbed around her speared natural language. I stood back to admire her fancify body, and to let the invitee view her. I stole a few looks into the hearing and saw a dozen men drooling over her needled physical structure. Three men in the front had their cocks out, stroking madly.

I figured I'd might as well give them a finale. I grabbed two of the orotund needles and moved back to her. Taking one of her tits in my hands I squeezed it, with the phonograph needle in and all. Her groan of painful sensation was less than satisfying, as was the squishy feel. I decided to tie her tits first, to get them nice and house. Taking a few ft of rope for each tit I wound them nice and tight until they stood erect, and so, so firm. Her skin was pulled taut over the lowly needles under her skin. Now when I pinched her tits they were hard as careen. I brought the tip of one of the duncish needles to the outside of her depart breast and pressed as hard as I could until I felt it throw.

Her scream didn't plosive consonant until I had pushed the needle through to the former side of meat, just the skin holding it in. when she paused I pressed the needle the rest of the way through. I feared she might pass out, so I quickly did the next needle in the same tit, facing the early way making a nice"X ”. I repeated with the other tit. You would be surprised with how often they bleed, I was, pleasantly surprised. It dripped down her dead body adding a striking feeling to our show. The men in the interview were groaning wildly with orgasm."I think they like it, Melanie. Don't you ?"when she didn't response I twisted the large needle, twisting her mamilla with ease."NOOOOOO MASTER !"she shrieked.

I took my time running my fingerbreadth over her bloody body, enjoying every column inch before pausing at her belly."Melanie.. You know what we're going to put in here ?"she began to sob all over again,"No-nnno Master."I grinned to her."A baby."


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