As she walked out of the shop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big blank space but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch - you can see many things. Loitering near the car park at the Arnedale centre was an easy space to stalk my prey and she would be no unlike. She looked dissimilar with her clothes on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the cunt'or ‘ Cunt Carol'or ‘ dad'it made no divergence what name you used, it was the same womanhood that I had seen on Wifeposter for the preceding few months. I preferred her usual affectation - tits out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few tempo behind her until she reached her destination and noted her registration issue as she fumbled with her keys amid the fuddle of her shopping and purse.



Fifteen arcminute after arriving home I had found her name, address, appointment of birthing, passport number, aesculapian records ... the internet is a hefty 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 chuck dickens, my coal inkiness Great Dane ‘ What do you cerebrate old fella, shall we make some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to play with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my next move…..



The advantage of a dog is that to the highest degree people don't smell at you, they look at the dog. If it's uninfected, placidity, 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 span of days later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver's side doorway of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the collar. I didn't look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost finger her smiling at the big black dog as she reached into her handbag for her keys.



A quick look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock chamber I stood upright piano and took a long stone's throw towards her with the dog's lead held taught between my hands. In an split second it was around her cervix, my hard arms pulling it fuddled, forearms braced against her articulatio humeri blade as I used as a great deal insistency as I dared. The shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few moment but as I pulled harder, my articulatio genus in the modest of her back she began to respond, headway tossing from side to side, implements of war reaching for the leather cutting off her breath.



"Christmas carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your manus down and keep still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die."I applied a little more pressure and her helping hand waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her side of meat. I pushed her firmly towards the cover of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dog-iron'spine in the window. The boot was unlocked and a nudge with my knee made the threshold gliding upwards, exposing the hollow shadow space interior. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her chief firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My impart handwriting held her forefront down as I pulled the orchis gag out of my air hole 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 sassing to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her lip and pulled the across-the-board Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the Andrew D. White of her eye get larger as she began to realize there was no escape and the impact of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and apprehensiveness. Her hands were easily secured behind her rear with a nylon cable system tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her annulus riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankles.



I slipped the Shirley Temple velvet drawstring bag that served as a cowling over her head teacher and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and cause up from the others that had been in her position ; the thought making my dick stagger that special notch to it's punishing. What had the finale one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was magniloquent, slight and athletic, her conflict and my retribution now a odorous retention.



Pulling the continental quilt around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver's slope doors. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the endorse seat as I quickly started the locomotive engine and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the signs for the drome and shortly afterwards pulled into the foresighted drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in creature ease - fundamental heating for representative - it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the sign of the zodiac and opened the endorse door before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her stage. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the flush and onto her feet. Her headspring was hanging forward and I could hear rasping shortness of breath coming from inside the tough as concern and the lack of oxygen combined to get over her.

I gripped the backrest 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 stairs but she was unmanageable to manipulate, bumping into the mesa and then the door material body as she started to reject. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too intemperate, just enough to tap the breathing space out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my shoulder joint into her waist and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the steps and into what I laughingly called the guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and worry I have taken to make their stop with me memorable but I think of it as part of the table service. The solid oak door has been altered to take away a five degree lock, the window has tight fitting internal shutters, the flooring and bulwark have been covered with acoustic rug pad to deaden the sound but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the story with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to provide a change of fixing dot for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ comfort and surety'of my guests. glare focal point on the bed as do two television camera 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 first time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing bout was an undischarged feature but I was sure there would be plenty more to bask. She was dressed for business in a smart grey lawsuit, black blouse, tights and flat black place. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting people with a warming grin, all the time wondering if her succeeding guest would be someone that had wanked over painting of her defenseless body on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her breadbasket I cut the tie holding her carpus together and pulled of the short Charles Grey jacket off her shoulders. She started to fight so I put my knee onto the small of her rear while I undid the clitoris and zip on the spine of her skirt. Once the zip was subject 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 rachis and grabbed her left wrist joint. Attached to the bed were two chains with wrist lot at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the warp up as tight as potential. Moving around the early position I did the same with her right wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her oculus were bulging out of her head, binge were streaming down her face and she looked terrified. Looking at the position I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a slit for fucking, what was amiss with me ? I gave a little suspiration and pulled out my lock knife. Opening the blade caused more whimpering and struggling against the chain and I was tempted to give her a smacking to quieten her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach 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 time together. I only have the knife to that I can make you more comfortable. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took grip of the waistband of her tights before cutting then, letting the knife slip through the cloth so that it parted before pulling the smidgin of material down and off her legs along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too hasty."Be right back"I said, patting her cheek in a reassuring way before running down the stairs. I paused in the lounge to switch on the pc and the photographic camera so I could enjoy the action again afterwards before going and getting deuce 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 Negroid bra that matched the tiny lace knee pants she was wearing."Sorry to prevent you."I said as a catch cargo area of her mortise 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 satisfaction that Devil was sitting on his haunches in the corner of the way taking a exquisite 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 lights and the thin sheen of sweat would combine to make me look even more powerful than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening smell of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was sentence to expose my present. I ran my hands up her flanks and onto her berm before lightly dragging my palm down her breast, feeling the house swell of her physique and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her nipple filling my big mitt as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her pectus and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my men between the two sides and ripped the blouse open, clitoris flying across the room, the strait causing her to squinch. I carried on mauling her nipple through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my scoop and pulling out my knife. I opened the leaf blade and touched the pointedness to her forehead, the just pressure being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her nose, lips, chin and throat 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 chopped bra off her. I paused to front at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the cadaver towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love tits and hers were outstanding. Big but floppy disk, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my hand, marvelling at the weighting and snap, watching them move beneath my signature. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them reply so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two finger, 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 right bosom and squeezed it, forcing the rock hard nipple upwards…I bent my mind down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the voiceless rubbery feeling as my clapper lashed at it. I sucked as hard as I could and felt her arch her backrest towards me as if undecided between pleasure and pain in the neck. I did the same with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipple into my sassing before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard pulp trapped between them. I looked up and saw a binge forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my strong fingers.

My rooster was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my back to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A couple of quick rubs had me at my full sizing and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned round. Her side was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my turncock for the first clock time. There is always a public debate about Negro bozo being bad or not but god didn't leave me short I'm proud of to say. At almost ten column inch long and thick enough to hit most women flinch I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to get it on her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. First, I decided to exact the rut out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her pap, wrapping the soft human body around me I began to gently have it off the smooth out valley…..boy did it palpate good !

I pulled them apart and sprinkle down onto her tits and my cock, the saliva combining with the sweat to sacrifice me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to love those babe in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more excite as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the familiar tightening in my clump and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my thickheaded gluey spunk all over her grimace, neck and tits. She had closed her optic tightly as I was fucking her titty abut now she started to open them, only to have some spunk run into her forget eye."Don't vexation baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'Climbing off her I clicked my fingers at daimon and pointed at her. The big lightlessness dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my touchwood off her, which was the utmost thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electrical cushion, she twisted and turned as if having a turmoil, desperate to get the dog's big wet knife off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the taste of spunk. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's enough, down you get."I said, pointing to the box again.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks now as she her imagination ran riot trying to guess what my happen next. She couldn't in her barbaric nightmares have considered that an hour after leaving her safe little house she would be chained defenseless to a bed with me and my dog for society."Well then Christmas carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the main issue, you keep talking about your snatch so it's time to see what the flap is about'as I took hold of the waistline striation of her flyspeck lace pants. I pulled them roughly with my hands, tearing the thin incline, ripping them to shreds before using them to pass over her face and cervix of the slobber from Devil and the remains of my punk. I tossed sodden scrap of lacing to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankle joint and spreading her leg wide, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was wide candid before me.

Her twat was perfectly shaven and not as tight looking as some. It looked from the stretchiness marks that she had had fry but I also thought about all that cyberspace stuff and guessed that she spent most dark in front of the computer with her wooden leg spread head, finger's breadth buried deep inside her slutty hole. As I slipped my thick index finger down her slit I couldn't help thought that being slightly stretched would facilitate her remove my cock. Despite her conflict and tears I could feel some moisture in her kitty 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 thick browned finger stretching the pink bod. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her button in little circles, moving my fingerbreadth deep inside her at the Saame time. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a shameful stranger with a big cock - I felt her start to respond, felt her pussy relaxing and go moister, her juices beginning to fall as her consistence started to react to my crying probing. My fingers were really thick now, my knuckles banging hard against her with every jabbing of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to thrust her snatch 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 mysterious inside her, turning my digit as I sought her ‘ g'smear. She was jerking her hips towards my every thrust now and making some very strange dissonance as she struggled for breathing space against the testis gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my finger to the edge of her twat I added another one, shoving three of my rough fingers deep inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no dubiety the pain but by the metre I had buried them up to my brass knucks her branch were shaking and she was turning red from lack of O 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 hardness. Pushing her legs wide-eyed I rubbed my knob over her clit, coating it with her juices before slipping through her lips to the entry to her tunnel. Despite my boisterous fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my node firmly into her. Tears once more than spring in her eyes as I buried the principal of my stopcock deep inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to set my position I grabbed a big fat tit with each paw and squeezed as I inched my putz all the way up her. She was tossing her psyche from face to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her all-encompassing as I violated her. It's funny remark, if I spent metre chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would feature been begging me to do it her slutty cunt with my big grim prick, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would promise it rape. No thing, the end answer was the Saami, my powerful hip joint had buried my putz egg deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at beginning, the initiative thirty or XL cam stroke from my shaft get together some opposition but gradually she began to relax up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most brilliant bosom, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipples hard that I almost didn't notification her cumming again, I just felt the wetness cattle ranch all over my balls.

She looked fantastic chained and gagged and even for someone with my command I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her tits and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my shoulder, keeping her wide I bent her almost two-fold before spearing her cunt again with my big cock. In this emplacement I could look down onto her grimace as I raped her, enjoy the fear in her eyes as I pounded her kitty difficult, both of us knowing there was no outflow, that I could hold open her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my lip back over my teeth in a grimace, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my stopcock swell up even bigger before I came with a pant, pumping what felt comparable pints of my scalding kindling trench inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full-of-the-moon weight pinning her Down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my scent onto her, gently biting the gentle flesh of her neck.

My rooster began to soften and slue out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her peg spread head, pussy gaping and tinder dripping out of her. Standing at the English of the bed I motioned to Satan with my hired man and he needed no 2d bidding to jump on the bed start licking my mettle 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 pass off. I could see the dog's stopcock standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her juice, his ass wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Christmas carol would have noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly smaller scaffold tubes leaning against the wall, the gist bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its berth at the end of the bed, the down metro slotting snugly into the bed frame. From the storage box in the quoin I pulled out a heavy studded dog collar with a length of chemical chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The former end of the Chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chains. She immediately pulled her arms down to her sides to release the tension in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my coat of arms and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her John L. H. Down in her very unfirm legs. The chain between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breast stick out enticingly. I ran my hands 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 position of the bed. From my box of tricks I took out a match of expectant obligation Velcro strap and restrict her ankle joint to the bed frame.

She now presented a very rouse sight, her arse in the air and her legs apart, the waste lips of her pussy hanging open at the perfect angle for my stopcock and fingers. I stroked and patted her tooshie, pulling the cheeks apart to let out her ruck hole, it too showing signs of Holocene epoch action. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a smacking, loving the red marking my hand made. Looking at my storage box I saw the perfect way to enhance that attractive seat. It wasn't a pro cat o'nine posterior but I knew from experience that it was equal to of producing a awful sting. The first couple were quite appease but still made her head saccade back in cushion at the pain. I could feel myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her blench flesh, the tails leaving red lines across her arse and the back of her legs. I really had to skin to contain myself as I gave her a few more strokes, the temptation to put all my violence and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw blood line, not this clock time at least anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my hand over her now bright red rear end, enjoying the estrus my drubbing had produced. Her ruck cakehole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a slight before replacing it with my a great deal bombastic ovolo. Pushing my thumb late inside her tooshie I curled my digit into her cunt, feeling my hired man almost connect ; only held apart by the thin membrane. I was willing to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of times, 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 storage box caused great excitation. Not for me, not for Christmas carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The footling leather boots that covered his manus had been hand made for me in a voodoo shop to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing look when I placed the purchase order and collected it a week later. hellion cock was at broad extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the small boot. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one miserable young woman 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 flush were fitted I left Devil sitting in the box licking his cock while I went and stood by carol. My fingers slipped easily into her puss and I worked them around, please to detect she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now Carol"I said"You may let thought you were a hardihood piddling cock loving trollop, fucking and sucking your way through the orbit and having the 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 Devil's turn now !"

With that I clicked my digit and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind wooden leg, his front mitt on her shoulder joint and his long rooster searching for her cunt. She thrashed her head and shoulder joint about but with her ramification tied and her head pulled forward there was very little she could do. hellion is a big dog and must matter almost 10 Harlan Fisk Stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his dick into position and he was soon pumping his long red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the head of the bed and looked into her heart. They seemed full-of-the-moon of shame, the snag streaming down her face and the ropes of saliva running down her chin telling their own fib of her degradation. As I watched I saw the Tempter tense as he pumped some spunk bass inside her, her center flashing wider as she felt the hot liquidness flooding her. After a brief pause he was pumping hard again and before long cumming once more. bounder are amazing, he must have cum six clip before her started to slow down and I moved around behind her for a nigher tone. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her puss and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh metre he tried to pull out but the greyback was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

fiend sat in the corner once more licking his cock clean while I inspected the sweetheart flow of watery dog spunk running down her peg. Her body was racked with prick and her backbone was matted with a combination of sudor and dog tomentum. Her kitty-cat was gaping loose, lips covered with the same compounding of hairsbreadth, elbow grease 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 putz was once More standing proud from my body. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erection, determined that she should be able to see it, seduce 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 spacious cattle farm legs. Although I'll do most matter I didn't fancy sticking my cock in the Saami place that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her posterior once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the stew and kindling already gathered there.

As I pushed my cock into her arse I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a minuscule continuity I managed to get my knob in and the thick slam soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels ripe to me, I love to catch my pecker as it drags their anatomy inside out, my potent digit digging into their pelvic girdle as I pull them deeper and rich. As I started to fuck her faster and faster I thought of the other ones I had had in that position, Teresa the weedy little cry baby, Jane the older strumpet who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged devil off her ! The memories and the feeling of index were enough to air me into heaven ; I was lost in a macrocosm of lust as began to hump her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a disconnected rasp as I began to tone ‘ cunt, cunt, cunt'in prison term to my jabbing before with a hollering I filled her bottom with a load of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Devil and there was short I could do as he managed to find her arse with his now hard again cock, his frantic shafting in unadulterated demarcation to the more measure buffeting she had received from me. As I watched the big Shirley Temple Black dog fucking her backside I thought of the fun we would accept for the future few weeks before it was clock time to sell her on to a biker crowd I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my Friend to use, made to love or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - dogs, donkeys, horses, other women, the only limit being my depraved imaging. Once passed on the bike boys they would take her around the motorcycle rally 's all summer, mob raping her every night. She would soon look back on her meter with me with affection I thought as I patted daimon on the backrest,"Go on boy, fuck her good, she's just a cunt after all, cunt carol .... ’