Please go gentle, this is my very first sex level. The rootage of this is all about the torture and ascendance so there is n't very much actual sex but there will be a lot more coming.



She allowed her read/write head briefly to rest on the shower wall, feeling the shower of water supply over her body drown out the pound of her head. She turned around and let the pee beat around her shoulders as she imagined the previous dark beer and rum and whatever else spilled on her to be flowing off.
As she massaged shampoo into her foresightful auburn hair's-breadth she tried to remember last night. And realized she had hit a complete blank, but there was enough grounds to assume the worst. She had woken up lying facial expression down on the level, covered in dark moist soil and her pants around her ankles. She could definitely taste the intoxicant on her breathing time and a moist thrumming between her legs. As the water cascaded down her broad c-cup knocker she took the moment to lightly brush against her nipples, feeling them hardening at the wakeful touch.


She knew that she had been on a bit of a carouse this past calendar week, but damnit she deserved it ! She deserved the break from reality. Reality sucked. But today she needed to get back to body of work. As soon as her human foot were dry she grabbed a green goddess and lit it with trembling hands. She pulled on her purpleness and black lace thong and decided to wear the matching bra as well, estimable underclothes always made her sense exceptional. Her general study uniform consisted of a Negro knee high skirt, with a red blouse and black waist high jacket. stylish yet understated. The exclusively thing that set her apart were her shoes, red-black 8 inch stiletto's with a rounded toe. Pierre la'Wong had designed these for his summer collection lowest year and she simply needed to take in them, of track being a personal"friend"of Monsieur la'Wong never hurt and she got them for a salutary price.


Stella Hurst was 26 years old and worked for a modeling company as a designer affair. A fancy public figure for a mortal who organizes shit. She was a fair kid, in a mediocre sept, she had no enceinte upsets and no groovy scathe, there was no blot out secrets. She had also just broken up with her fiancé of 5 years after catching him in bed with her best friend. In the line of merchandise of"organizing shit"it also entails a lot of meet-and-greets and enough ass kissing to realize a few favours. Frank Philip Stella had also just realized a personal knack for presenting before being asked. She could look at a snobby model and deranged designer and screw immediately that they need at least a bag of coke, the dependable bottle of ball field Champagne and a few serious fashion magazines to get them started.

Frank Philip Stella walked down to the corner very quickly to catch the bus, she hated it, but her car was in for a service. She didn't card the sinister sedan following her and slowly gaining to attract up alongside her. Before Stella could even respond she felt a burning sentience in her neck and was bustled into the waiting car.
When Stella woke, some natural instinct told her to sustain her eyes closed and pretend to still be sleeping. At get-go all she could hear was mumbling that soon became clearer as the loudspeaker system came closer.
"I told you that we should first ask her ! ! You directly defied my parliamentary law !"Another representative, more languid and accented replied,"no offense doc, but I took my orders from a little higher up. And I'm telling you, that we will observe her doped up until everything is make ”.

She heard the voices stop as soon as the door opened, she concentrated on keeping her breath steadily and eyes relaxed."you see ?"said the first spokesperson again"she is still out from the first gibe you gave her !"All of a sudden she felt a script on her chest, a big hot hand pressing down until she could sense her buttons pressing into her pelt."what are you doing ? ?"exclaimed the first voice again, becoming more sharp with every sentence. A suspiration from the bit man, and without lifting his hand said"Get out doc, or I'm going to have you forcibly removed ”. The room access slammed. As Stella lay there she could almost imagine the hand getting hotter and hotter, and without warning felt warm liquid wiz settle in her loins. What was going on ? She thought frantically to herself, the desire to give her eyes was growing. And then she felt the other hot bridge player running up the inside of her leg, lifting her leg and pulling them apart. When she felt him cup her mons over her purpleness laced lash and gently rub up and down Frank Philip Stella had to defend every urge to moan. Suddenly she was truly dismay ! He had fastened her ankle joint to the bed she was on ! Her middle flew receptive as she sat up abruptly.

The thing she was lying on was definitely not a bed. It looked more like a contraption out of a horror movie. Her ankle joint was strapped firmly against the one leg off the simple machine with a leather shoulder strap. Stella realized that the only matter holding her up was the metallic element bicycle seat straddling her ass. When she looked around she saw that she had been leaning against another flat rectangular piece of cold metallic element with another midst leather strap peaking out below it. Then she saw him. More actually felt his presence. There he stood in a monolithic hard cloak, covering him from his eyes down to his feet. Watching her.

Stella had no idea what to say. The Man spoke, ‘ See ? I knew I didn't give you too much."He smiled"please lay down, I don't want to have got to calm you ”. Frank Philip Stella lay back quietly, not sure what made her so complacent. Was it really worth it, being witting ? The Man then pulled Stella's other leg into the harness and strapped her ankle the same way he had done the first. She could finger the passion radiating off him and every touch felt like a burn. He strapped her arms in, leaning over her. The Man was so close she could even smell him, he smelt like a forest after rainwater. Unbidden, the image of the moist nighttime soil she had found herself covered in this cockcrow jumped into her mind, not to cite the state she was in. He then pulled up the last-place leather strap, fitting it over her rib cage and under her tit, pushing them up.

Stella managed to ask,"Who are you ? Why am I here ?"There was no response. When the Man slowly turned around Frank Philip Stella recognized a syringe filled with a clear liquid"No !"she cried,"Please, I did n't contend. You said you would n't sedate me !"As the needle pushed into her immobilized arm and she felt the familiar burning and grayness, she heard"No Stella, I said I did n't want to. And to respond your first question, I am Roy. And I will be training you…"Stella did not listen the rest.

"The first footstep of the training will be punishment"
Stella, who had been rudely awakened by three fair sex who threw frigidity water over her and dragged to the current meeting place, was sitting in a rather bedraggled heap on the floor. Trying to cover what she could after the three cleaning woman had ripped her dress and scratched and spat on her.

"You are to be punished ; you have been a bad person and led an base aliveness. You have succumbed to the sin of flesh and for this you must be chastised"The Man, Roy, was sitting in an immense chairperson and still it appeared dwarfed by him. Stella shook her head, not understanding"no, but I…"“ SILENCE !"the big man boomed. He strode across the flooring and was in straw man of Stella in seconds."hold her up !"he commanded the women, who had remained. Two of the women grabbed Frank Philip Stella's arms and forced her to a kneel position while the third pulled her head back by her tomentum. Stella forced her oculus shut but felt the big hot hand on her nerve, squeezing while he whispered"Look at me…"Frank Stella looked up, and with the lightheaded cascading over his berm she could not see his expression. He turned into the light and forced Frank Philip Stella's face to watch him. Stella gasped and shut her eyes again. The last thing that went through her judgement as he backhanded her, was that face.

Frank Philip Stella was still dazed and seeing wizard when the adult female fastened her wrists together and started hoisting her up into the air. Her berm creaked and popped, and then she was powerless.
Roy stood in front man of her again, and even hoisted she was forced to look up at him."I have been burned by the fires of hell, and I am here to see justice done"he murmured as he walked around her, trailing his exponent finger down her throat, across her tit. Down to just above her ass and ending with his helping hand again cupping her mons. The burning heat was almost unbearable and she tried to deform away. Roy relinquished his grip and turned away. He said very gently, almost as though to himself"Purged by the Divine fire ”.

When he returned to her Frank Philip Stella saw the brand… the ashen hot steel and started struggling to get resign. Even as the cleaning woman held her still, she was screaming and bucking and trying to get promiscuous. Roy went behind her and lifted her left foot, as though hoofing a sawhorse. Without hesitation he pressed the brand against the slim down sensible exposed soles of her feet. Frank Philip Stella screamed as the red lights of agony danced behind her eyes. And then again as Roy branded the sole of her other foot."You have refused to withdraw possession of your sins,"Roy said, holding Stella's side up and looking cryptic into her centre"These brands will cue you routine"

Roy nodded to the one char who in turn presented him with a paddle. It almost looked farcical, with its little rubber balls all on the flat side. Without warning Roy turned and brought the paddle down firmly on Stella's ass."tally !"he demanded as he struck again."t –t two…"Stella Sobbed. Roy stopped the paddling and grabbed her hair, pulling it back."Where did you learn to calculate ? ? You start at one !"Barely giving her a fortune he rained down another three nose candy before she could yell"One ! !"then he slowed down, forcing her to weigh out each blow.

Roy rubbed his scarred nerve and studied the womanhood in movement of him with a sense of mystification. She really was n't much different to his previous contracts ? Or maybe she was trying to preserve herself. As she sobbed out"th –th - thirty ! ... th –th –thirty one !"he looked dispassionately at her reddening buns. Things were going to get a lot speculative for Miss Frank Stella Hurst.

At 100 Roy eventually stopped, the piddling pencil eraser clod on the paddle were now forming pedigree blisters below the surface of Stella's skin. He loved this boat paddle, it caused good foresighted term pain. Roy instructed the woman to bring Stella to his bandstand. He made it himself as was immensely gallant of it. It consisted of a three dimensional Triangular block - made of metal rods. The women leaned Frank Philip Stella with her mid section against the top rod and Roy secured her articulatio talocruralis, her knee joint and her thighs. The strap forced Stella's legs open and made them real property. When the women started pulled her weapons system down, pulling her into a lurid stretching dog status Stella started fighting again, screaming and scratching. Roy grabbed her by the backrest of her neck and forced her down while they strapped her subdivision.

Frank Stella could finger the straps cutting into her peg and blazon and sobbed down quietly to herself. There had been no apparent movement for so retentive she assumed she was alone. She could feel how exposed her almost secret portion were and tried wriggling to try and get her peg closer. Stella couldn't move. She lifted her head and started screaming"avail ! ! Somebody assist me !"Roy swept over from nowhere and started roaring"Help ! ! ! Help ! !"then he laughed, a cruel, piercingly laugh."No one can get word you misfire Hurst"He had the boat paddle in his hand again, smacking it gently in his palm. Suddenly he slapped Stella so hard through she could try out the rip in her oral fissure."Now let's start the painfulness"

Roy always loved this component, the"pussy torture"he called it. He walked around behind her, licking her stock off his knuckles and looking at her layer of exposure. Yeah… he did a good job. He could see her tightly puckered asshole, fighting against being so stretched open, and down to her snatch. He could see her inner labia peeking out and how although cleanly shaven, there were a few stray pubic hairs. He ran his finger's breadth down her slit pressing slowly at her opening before running back up and rubbing her anus with his thumb in modest orbitual motions.

Stella was frozen, she couldn't admit it… no ! Roys hot thick finger running up and down, over her dickhead and down into her slit felt artificial. Felt like his heating was infecting her. Unconsciously she tried shifting her hips to allow him more access when suddenly he stopped."Do you see what I mean ?"He pressed his finger a bit harder against her opening and feeling her sudden moisture"You are a harlot !"He pressed his finger into her pussy until it was up to the second knuckle. Stella felt the hotness radiating through her becoming warmer until she was perspiring. She let her channelize drib with a moan."Your body gives you away ! You will be justly punished !"Roy pulled his finger from her vagina with such force out that there was a slight popping sound.

Roy readied the paddle, and from above his head he brought it down wide-cut force directly onto Stella's now candid puss. Stella reared up crying out but Roy just brought down the boat paddle again. Frank Philip Stella felt shockwaves flow through her consistency as the paddle hit against her labia and came back up against her clit."puh –puh –puh –please stop ! I'm sorry ! Please…"Her supplication fell on deaf ears as Roy paddled her open slit, and then moved up to be hitting directly down on her cocksucker. Stella was trembling in pain in the neck and felt her legs numbing from the want of stemma flow. And then her body gave into the most ultimate betrayal… every time the paddle came down onto Stella's cunt there was a splash. She was dripping wet and aching. Her teat felt like they were rock hard and still she begged.

Roy looked down at her dripping puss as he brought the paddle down, and felt himself fuss. Stella was now a late purplish-red colour from her clit all the way up to her bunghole. This minuscule slut knew how to beg… but her body was begging for even more. Roy put down the boat paddle and brought over little electrical clips. Stella couldn't see where they led to, but she hoped that they were not intended for her.
Roy opened the clip and placed it over Stella's one erect nipple, she howled with pain and tried pulling away but the clip was secure and tugging only scrapped the skin off her over hypersensitized tit. Roy placed the other magazine onto her other nipple, Frank Stella tried to obligate still but involuntarily pulled away once Roy released the clip. The bother shot through her like a thunderbolt. She felt herself dry up and started heaving. Then everything went black.

Stella awoke by hearing the scraping stochasticity of a chairman being pulled in social movement of her. The low thing she noticed was the formal gag she was biting down on, She tried to scream but between the gag and the dispassionateness of her mouth she couldn't make a phone. She forced her eyes surface and saw Roy sitting in a hot seat right in front of where she will still slash down. He had his middle closed and was slouched comfortably. She was repulsed yet again by the cicatrice on his brass. But this time studied his look closer. He was a Haggard looking man with a silver-tip face fungus. Even that did not hide the scars. They were definitely in some kind of form that had permanently melded his impart eye closed.
Stella's oral sex ached and so she allowed it to drip again and was shocked to see that the clamps were still attached to her pap. Her teat were clamped firmly within the crocodile teeth and small drops of blood were visible. Attached to the clamps was a exquisitely metal chain linking them together and forming a"Y ”, towards… Roy. Stella looked at his hand and saw the Chain grasped firmly in his meaty paw. She had no idea what to do and taste moving… useless.

Roy sensed that she was awake but decided to let her brood a little bit. He had no idea what to do with this girl. How was he to train her if he couldn't understand her. In his service he had experienced it all. The stupid young ones who would throw their bodies at him and try to barter with him to let them go. He had dealt with the socialite princesses who thought they could buy their way out of it. Of course of action none of them got away, unless it was to the future life. But he had never had one that could stand his physical structure heat and not fire. And to top it off, he had felt her get wet.

Roy knew that region of his curse that the ogre gave him, aside from his servitude, was the unbelievable heat that he had. He had grown accustomed to it, and had witnessed skin blister and boil beneath his touch modality, Stella had not. He opened his eyes and stared calmly into her startled, tear filled optic. He straightened his monumental skeleton and walked towards Stella staring into her eyes as she simply lay there. Roy crouched in figurehead of her and cocked his headland to one face, studying Stella's face. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue and framed by thick dark cilium. Roy's gaze followed the snap - free fall roll down her porcelain hide and cling to her sonant knock rim before rolling down her chin and dropping to the base. He grasped the Sir Ernst Boris Chain dangling between her titty and tugged lightly.

Frank Philip Stella dropped her head as the pain guess straight through her nipples and down between her legs. She felt the tears streaming down her fount."would you like me to get rid of them ?"at Roy's motion, Stella's head shot up and she nodded frantically. Roy gripped her font firmly and looked into Stella's eyes and he unclipped the first clamp. Her eyes widened as the rakehell flowed back into the tips of her mamilla sending surges of heating through her dead body. She pressed her face into Roy's hired man, enjoying the intense almost burning star. Roy removed the indorse clinch and lowered his face to her aching breasts.

Without warning he attached his lips around her nipple and sucked hard, pulling the parentage to the aerofoil again. Stella couldn't aid but whine behind the gag as his burning natural language lapped over her tightly puckered nipples, she felt the burn straight through her chest and deep down into her loins.

Roy stood up and walked around to Frank Philip Stella's rise up and placed a deal on each buttock, spreading them even further apart."hmmm,"he thought"she has definitely recovered from the painful sensation of the nipple clinch. '' Her moisture had seeped out of her pussy and was coating the inside of her thighs.

He rang the ship's bell that summoned the three cleaning lady and ordered them to take their pick of the toy dog off The rampart. He refused to describe the women because they were vile. Harlots and sluts all of them.
The Wall was another of Roy's majestic accomplishments, with a huge stove of any and all intimate toy dog imagined, some of which he had created himself. Each toy had its own particular hanging billet and was grouped accordingly.

The first woman was a skinny blonde. Almost flat-chested with her costa and hip bones sticking out. She had chosen the suction - cups. Two cup for the titty and one smaller one that would fit over a cleaning woman's clit. All three were linked to a single electronic pump with a few interesting settings

The second cleaning lady was a flaming red-head with milklike skin, she had enormous tit that were still leaking from her Recent maternity. Her tummy was flavourless although slightly flaccid and her ass was made up of two red-hot pitcher's mound. She had chosen the sec gravid dildo off the rampart. It was a lustrous super acid colour and as loggerheaded and long as her fore-arm. Along the shaft were gristly ear and it had a Nice grip for sluttish grip.

The third woman was an Amazonian black charwoman who was just as tall as Roy. She had small, high breasts with Brobdingnagian pap. Her body was rippled with heftiness and always looked as though she were oiled up. Her long wooden leg were topped by the largest set of kitty rim Roy had ever laid oculus on. She had chosen one of Roy's pet. It was a strap on dildo that had two shafts, the first went into the fair sex wearing the strap-on, the second stood put up away from the body. Each shaft was at least 9 inch long and thick enough to make any careworn out slut squeal.

"no scarring, no permanent price and do not murder her from the outdoor stage. Other than that, the sky is the limit."With that said, Roy turned on his heel and left the three char alone with Frank Philip Stella .