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 see - you can see many things. Loitering near the car Mungo Park at the Arnedale midpoint was an easy place to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked dissimilar with her clothes on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the slit'or ‘ Cunt carol'or ‘ pa'it made no difference what name you used, it was the Lapplander woman that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past times few month. I preferred her common pose - knocker out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the gang towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her destination and noted her registration act as she fumbled with her keys amid the fuddle of her shopping and pocketbook.



15 minutes after arriving home I had found her name, address, engagement of nativity, passport act, medical records ... the internet is a powerful tool if you know how to use it. I even found some word-painting on spark, like to those posted. I smiled to myself and attain down and patted Beelzebub, my coal black Great Dane ‘ What do you mean old fellow, shall we let some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to encounter with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my succeeding move…..



The advantage of a dog is that nigh mass don't look at you, they look at the dog. If it's clean, quiet, healthy looking and on a lead they seem to trust you more 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 couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later. I was kneeling down with the Tempter not far from the number one wood's side door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the leash. I didn't expect up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her smile at the big opprobrious dog as she reached into her bag for her keys.



A quick look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock I stood upright and took a long step towards her with the dog's spark advance held taught between my work force. In an instant it was around her neck, my unassailable arms pulling it mingy, forearms braced against her berm sword as I used as much pressure sensation as I dared. The stupor and the pain paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my genu in the small of her backrest she began to oppose, head tossing from side of meat to side, arm reaching for the leather cutting off her breathing place.



"Christmas carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your hands down and keep still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die."I applied a petty more pressure and her hired hand waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her face. I pushed her firmly towards the back of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'sticker in the window. The the boot was unlock and a nudge with my articulatio genus made the door semivowel upwards, exposing the empty non-white place inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her header firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My left deal held her head down as I pulled the ball gag out of my pouch with my right hand. I moved my manus from the side of her question and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her mouth to spread. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the extensive Velcro shoulder strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get bigger as she began to actualize there was no escape and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by reverence and dread. Her helping hand were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her annulus riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankle.



I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her top dog and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the others that had been in her spot ; the thought making my putz pitch that extra notch to it's hardest. What had the hold out one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, svelte and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a sweet memory.



Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the thrill shut before opening the two driver's face door. Prince of Darkness jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back seat as I quickly started the engine and tug carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the signs for the airport and shortly afterwards pulled into the hanker drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in animal comforts - central heating for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, seclusion. I parked the car at the incline of the house and opened the stake room access before opening the kicking and cutting the tie holding her pegleg. She didn't conflict as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her mind was hanging forward and I could find out rasping dickhead coming from inside the hoodlum as fear and the lack of O 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 stair but she was unmanageable to control, bumping into the table and then the door material body as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too hard, just enough to knock the hint out of her. As she slumped forward from the shock I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fire fighter's airlift before carrying her up the step and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guest have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to defecate their hitch with me memorable but I think of it as part of the inspection and repair. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five point lock, the windowpane has tight fitting internal shutters, the level and paries have been covered with acoustical underlay to deaden the sound 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 roof both for stability and to provide a mixture of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ quilt and security department'of my node. limelight 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 capable to look at her properly for the for the first time time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing flop was an outstanding feature but I was sure there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for business in a bright grey case, inglorious blouse, tights and flatbed dark shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, get together and greeting masses with a warming smile, all the time wondering if her side by side guest would be someone that had wanked over image of her raw dead body on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her venter I cut the tie holding her articulatio radiocarpea together and pulled of the shortly grey crownwork off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her spine while I undid the push button and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was open I just gripped each side and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her vertebral column and grabbed her left wrist. Attached to the bed were two chains with radiocarpal joint stria at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the buckles up as tight as potential. Moving around the other side I did the same with her right hand radiocarpal joint before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her eyes were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her human face and she looked terrified. Looking at the place I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a Virgo the Virgin, I'd seen her on the cyberspace advertising herself as a pussy for fucking, what was wrong with me ? I gave a little sigh and pulled out my shut up knife. Opening the blade caused more mewl and struggling against the chains and I was tempted to give her a slap to quiet down her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably glide path and just started to talk to her calmly"carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we enjoy our meter together. I only have the tongue to that I can make you more comfy. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took hold of the waistcloth of her leotards before cutting then, letting the tongue slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the shreds of material down and off her leg along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too precipitant."Be right back"I said, patting her cheek in a reassuring way before running down the stair. I paused in the waiting area to switch on the pc and the cameras so I could savour the action again afterwards before going and getting fiend 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 glimpse of a black bra that matched the midget lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to keep you."I said as a grabbed hold of her ankle joint 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 hips. I looked around and saw to my gratification that Devil was sitting on his haunches in the recession of the way taking a corking interest in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrified as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the corner of the room. I knew that the igniter and the dilute lustre of sweat would meld to make me search even more brawny than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening look of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to unwrap my salute. I ran my hands up her flank and onto her shoulder joint before lightly dragging my palm tree down her breast, feeling the firm dude of her flesh and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her tits filling my big hands as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her thorax and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my hands between the two sides and ripped the blouse open, push button flying across the room, the audio causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her tits through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my sac and pulling out my knife. I opened the leaf blade and touched the point in time to her forehead, the solitary atmospheric pressure being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her pry, brim, Kuki-Chin and throat before hooking it under the mid gunpoint of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder straps and pulled the rip up bra off her. I paused to look at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love breast and hers were great. Big but floppy, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my hands, marvelling at the weightiness and elasticity, watching them move beneath my skin senses. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them answer so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two fingers, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the gravid the reception so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hands on her right chest and squeezed it, forcing the rock and roll hard mamilla upwards…I bent my header down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the surd rubbery opinion as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as surd as I could and felt her arch her back towards me as if undecided between pleasure and pain. I did the Same with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipple into my rima oris before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard flesh trapped between them. I looked up and saw a pull forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my potent fingers.

My rooster was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my spinal column to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A twosome of promptly rub had me at my full size and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned rung. Her face was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the first off time. There is always a argumentation about melanise guys being larger or not but god didn't leave me short I'm please to say. At almost ten inch long and thick enough to nominate nearly women wince I could see that she was shocked at my sizing. She knew I was going to eff her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. get-go, I decided to require the high temperature out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my stopcock between her tits, wrapping the soft bod around me I began to gently fuck the smooth valley…..boy did it feel good !

I pulled them apart and clap down onto her tits and my cock, the saliva combining with the travail to cave in me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to roll in the hay those babies in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more excited as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the familiar tightening in my balls and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my thick pasty spunk all over her typeface, neck opening and tit. She had closed her centre tightly as I was fucking her tits abut now she started to spread them, only to have some touchwood run into her left eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'climb off her I clicked my fingerbreadth at heller and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the last matter she expected. It was as if she had received an galvanizing shock, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet natural language off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the tasting of touchwood. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's enough, down you get."I said, pointing to the corner again.

bust were flowing down her cheeks now as she her resourcefulness ran riot trying to guess what my befall future. She couldn't in her unwarranted nightmare have considered that an hour after leaving her safe little house she would be chained naked to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then Carol'I said ‘ Army of the Righteous get to the chief case, you keep talking about your snatch so it's time to see what the spat is about'as I took hold of the waistline band of her tiny lace pants. I pulled them roughly with my hands, tearing the thin sides, ripping them to tear up before using them to pass over her cheek and neck of the slobber from Prince of Darkness and the remains of my heart. I tossed sodden scrap of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankle and spreading her legs spacious, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was full open before me.

Her twat was perfectly shaven and not as stringent looking as some. It looked from the stretching marks that she had had kids but I also thought about all that net stuff and guessed that she spent most nights in presence of the computer with her wooden leg spread, digit buried deep inside her slutty jam. As I slipped my thick index finger down her slit I couldn't help thinking that being slightly stretched would facilitate her take my dick. Despite her struggles and binge I could feel some moisture 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 sight of her cunt opening up before me, my wooden-headed browned digit stretching the pinko frame. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her clit in picayune circle, moving my finger deep inside her at the same time. Despite her quandary - chained to a bed, ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a Joseph Black unknown with a big cock - I felt her commencement to respond, felt her cunt relaxing and become moister, her juices beginning to menstruate as her soundbox started to oppose to my insistent probing. My fingers were really deeply now, my knuckles banging hard against her with every jab of my arm and I could finger that she was trying not to force her cunt back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it sister, 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 thrust 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's breadth to the edge of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my rough fingers oceanic abyss inside her. She arched her back with the electrical shock and no incertitude the pain but by the time I had buried them up to my knuckles her branch were shaking and she was turning red from lack of oxygen as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't wait. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her branch, stroking my cock to maximum rigour. Pushing her legs broad I rubbed my knob over her button, coating it with her juices before slipping through her lips to the entryway to her tunnel. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my node firmly into her. Tears once more formed in her eyes as I buried the mind of my stopcock mysterious inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to line up my posture I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my turncock all the way up her. She was tossing her head from face to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her panoptic as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent time chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would sustain been begging me to fuck her slutty pussy with my big blackened cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would name it violation. No subject, the end result was the same, my powerful hips had buried my cock balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at initiative, the beginning thirty or forty strokes from my dick coming together some resistor but gradually she began to loosen up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most splendid boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipples hard that I almost didn't bill her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked rattling chained and gagged and even for someone with my control I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her pap and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my shoulders, keeping her wide I bent her almost twofold before spearing her slit again with my big peter. In this position I could look down onto her face as I raped her, enjoy the veneration in her centre as I pounded her kitty hard, both of us knowing there was no evasion, that I could keep her here as long as I wanted to and do it her as often as I wanted. I pulled my lips back over my teeth in a grimace, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my cock swell even full-grown before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt like pint of my scalding nerve abstruse inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my wide system of weights pinning her Down as I lay with lather dripping off the end of my poke onto her, gently biting the cushy chassis of her neck.

My putz began to soften and steal out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs paste, pussy gaping and spunk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to Old Nick with my hand and he needed no second bid to rise on the bed start licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this clip, either she was numb from the fuck and fingering or she had already guessed that it would go on. I could see the dog's putz standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the gustatory modality of my spunk and her juice, his tail wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Christmas carol would have noticed a ‘ H'build in slightly diminished scaffold tubes leaning against the wall, the centre of attention bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its billet at the end of the bed, the down electron tube slotting snugly into the bed frame. From the storage box in the corner I pulled out a with child studded dog collar with a length of chemical chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The former end of the range I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm range of mountains. She immediately pulled her limb down to her incline to release the tension in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my munition and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her down in her very unsteady legs. The Sir Ernst Boris Chain between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive knocker stick out enticingly. I ran my work force over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waist. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chains on her arms to the side of the bed. From my box of magic I took out a couple of heavy duty Velcro shoulder strap and bound her ankles to the bed physical body.

She now presented a very shake sight, her rear end in the air and her branch apart, the harry backtalk of her pussy hanging give at the perfect angle for my cock and fingerbreadth. I stroked and patted her nates, pulling the brass apart to expose her cockle hole, it too showing signs of recent 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 perfect way to enhance that attractive arse. It wasn't a master cat o'nine shadower but I knew from experience that it was capable of producing a nasty stinging. The first couple were quite gruntle but still made her head jerking back in shock at the pain. I could find myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her pale flesh, the tails leaving red lines across her arse and the back of her legs. I really had to struggle to curb myself as I gave her a few Sir Thomas More chance event, the enticement to put all my force and weightiness behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw blood, not this sentence at least anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my hand over her now brilliantly red bottom, enjoying the warmth my debacle had produced. Her ruck hole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a little before replacing it with my often prominent quarter round. Pushing my thumb deep inside her fanny I curled my finger into her cunt, feeling my hand almost connect ; only held apart by the thin tissue layer. I was leave to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of clip, or at the very to the lowest degree had experimented with a big toy up her stern as she rubbed her clit.

The next things I pulled out of my storage box caused great exhilaration. Not for me, not for Christmas carol but Prince of Darkness knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The trivial leather boots that covered his mitt had been hand made for me in a fetish shop to my stipulation, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing look when I placed the order and collected it a workweek later. Devils tool was at full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the minuscule boot. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one poor girl half to Death, her distress didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in blood every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the charge were fitted I left devil sitting in the niche licking his hammer while I went and stood by carol. My fingers slipped easily into her cunt and I worked them around, please to find she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now Carol"I said"You may have thought you were a daring little hammer loving fornicatress, fucking and sucking your way through the area and having the clip of your lifespan. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's Devil's good 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 wooden leg, his face paws on her shoulders and his long cock searching for her cunt. She thrashed her principal and berm about but with her legs tied and her mind pulled forward there was very little she could do. Lucifer is a big dog and must matter almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his turncock into position and he was soon pumping his longsighted red dick deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the heading of the bed and looked into her eyes. They seemed full-of-the-moon of shame, the teardrop streaming down her face and the ropes of saliva running down her mentum telling their own narration of her abasement. As I watched I saw Devil tense as he pumped some touchwood deep 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 yearn cumming once more. Dogs are puzzle, he must ingest cum six times before her started to slow down and I moved around behind her for a closer look. 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 draw out but the naut mi was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Beelzebub sat in the recession once more licking his pecker clean while I inspected the becalm stream of watery dog spunk running down her legs. Her body was racked with sobs and her backrest was matted with a combination of sweat and dog hair. Her pussy was gaping exposed, lips covered with the same combination of hair, sweat and spunk. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically exciting and my own cock was once more than standing proud from my trunk. I walked around her, rubbing my immense 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 all-inclusive ranch legs. Although I'll do most things I didn't partiality sticking my cock in the same place that the dog had just been so I pressed my digit into her asshole once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more than lubrication to the effort and punk already gathered there.

As I pushed my cock into her derriere I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a lilliputian persistency I managed to get my knob in and the thick shaft soon followed. I love this status ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels unspoilt to me, I love to watch my shaft as it drags their flesh inside out, my potent fingers digging into their hips as I pull them abstruse and deeply. As I started to be intimate her faster and faster I thought of the early I I had had in that military position, Mother Teresa the cheeseparing little cry infant, Jane the senior slut who had somehow seemed to relish it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged deuce off her ! The memories and the feeling of power were enough to send me into promised land ; I was lost in a globe of lust as began to fuck her backside faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasp as I began to cantillate ‘ cunt, pussy, cunt'in time to my thrusts before with a roar I filled her can with a incumbrance of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Devil and there was little I could do as he managed to get hold her rump with his now hard again cock, his frantic shafting in stark contrast to the more deliberate pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her backside I thought of the fun we would stimulate for the next few week before it was sentence to sell her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my friends to use, made to jazz or blow anyone or anything that I wanted - dogs, Equus asinus, buck, early adult female, the only limit being my depraved mental imagery. Once passed on the wheel boys they would call for her around the wheel rally 's all summer, gang raping her every dark. She would soon search back on her time with me with affectionateness I thought as I patted hellion on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her estimable, she's just a cunt after all, pussy Carol .... ’