As she walked out of the shop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big property 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 place to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked different with her wearing apparel on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Christmas carol the cunt'or ‘ Cunt Christmas carol'or ‘ dada'it made no difference what name you used, it was the Lapplander adult female that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past tense few months. I preferred her usual present - tits out, wooden leg spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her goal and noted her adjustment issue as she fumbled with her keys amid the jumble of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen minutes after arriving abode I had found her name, savoir-faire, date of birth, passport identification number, aesculapian record ... the internet is a powerful tool if you know how to use it. I even found some pic on spark, similar to those posted. I smiled to myself and accomplish down and dab Satan, my coal nigrify Great Dane ‘ What do you reckon old fella, shall we cause some fun with this slut ? Been a patch since we had someone to flirt with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to be after my next move…..



The advantage of a dog is that most people don't spirit at you, they look at the dog. If it's unclouded, quiet, level-headed looking and on a lead they seem to entrust 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 match of days later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the number one wood's side door 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 sense her grin at the big black dog as she reached into her handbag for her key.



A quick flavour behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock I stood unsloped and took a tenacious step towards her with the dog's lead held taught between my hands. In an instant it was around her neck, my strong arms pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder blade as I used as much atmospheric pressure as I dared. The shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my knee joint in the pocket-size of her back she began to oppose, head tossing from side to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her hint.



"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 hold up, disobey me and you will die."I applied a short Sir Thomas More pressure and her script waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her side. I pushed her firmly towards the spinal column of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dog'dagger in the windowpane. The boot was unsecured and a jog with my knee joint made the door gliding upwards, exposing the empty dark space interior. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her oral sex firmly down into the eiderdown I had placed there earlier. My allow script held her capitulum down as I pulled the orchis gag out of my pocket with my right hand. I moved my hand from the English of her head and gripped her nose, causing her top dog to hitch back and her mouth to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her oral fissure and pulled the wide-cut Velcro shoulder strap tight. In the somberness I could see the lily-white of her eye get with child as she began to recognize there was no escape and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fearfulness and apprehensiveness. Her deal were easily secured behind her vertebral column with a nylon cablegram tie and once I had tipped her one-half into the kicking - her skirt riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her mortise joint.



I slipped the dim velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and progress to up from the others that had been in her position ; the thought making my cock pitch that superfluous pass to it's firmly. What had the last one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was improbable, slim and athletic, her struggles and my payback now a sugariness memory.



Pulling the continental quilt around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two device driver's side threshold. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back place as I quickly started the locomotive and motor carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the signs for the airport and shortly afterwards pulled into the tenacious drive that leads to the old cottage in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in puppet comforts - key heating for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the back room access before opening the flush and cutting the tie holding her wooden leg. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the boot and onto her feet. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping whoreson coming from inside the exhaust hood as awe and the lack of oxygen 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 stairs but she was difficult to manipulate, bumping into the table and then the door frame as she started to protest. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too hard, just enough to knock the breath out of her. As she slumped forward from the black eye I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fire fighter's lift before carrying her up the stairs and into what I laughingly called the invitee chamber. My Edgar Guest have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as region of the service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five period lock, the windowpane has tight fitting internal shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlayment to girdle the auditory sensation but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the floor with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to offer a variety of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ consolation and security'of my guests. Spotlights focus on the bed as do two tv 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 foremost time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable pattern. Her pleasing bust was an undischarged feature film but I was for certain there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for occupation in a smart Charles Grey suit, pitch-black blouse, tights and flat disgraceful shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting mass with a warming grin, all the time wondering if her side by side guest would be mortal that had wanked over video of her naked trunk on a web site at the weekend. Turning her onto her breadbasket I cut the tie holding her wrists together and pulled of the short gray crownwork off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my articulatio genus onto the small of her spine while I undid the release and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was heart-to-heart I just gripped each side of meat and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her tights, underclothing and blouse. I rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her allow radiocarpal joint. Attached to the bed were two mountain range with wrist isthmus at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the buckle up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side I did the same with her right wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her center were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her case and she looked terrified. Looking at the spot I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a cunt for fucking, what was wrong with me ? I gave a little suspire and pulled out my lock knife. Opening the blade caused more whimpering and struggling against the chain of mountains and I was tempted to give her a slap to quieten her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to babble to her calmly"carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we bask 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 storage area of the cincture of her tights before cutting then, letting the knife slip through the textile so that it parted before pulling the smidgeon 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 brass in a reassuring way before running down the stairs. I paused in the couch to swap on the pc and the cameras so I could relish the action again afterwards before going and getting Devil out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side of meat, displaying a coup d'oeil of a Negro bra that matched the lilliputian lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to hold open you."I said as a snap up appreciation of her articulatio talocruralis 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 expiation that Devil was sitting on his haunches in the corner of the room taking a keen stake in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrified as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the recession of the way. I knew that the lights and the thinly sheen of sweat would combine to make me look even more powerful than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening looking of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was prison term to discover my present. I ran my deal up her wing and onto her articulatio humeri before lightly dragging my decoration down her breast, feeling the firm dude of her form and the lacing of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her titty filling my big hand as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest of drawers and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my manus between the two position and ripped the blouse open, push flying across the way, the audio causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her pap 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 sword and touched the item to her forehead, the lonesome imperativeness being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her wind, 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 straps and pulled the shredded bra off her. I paused to depend at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the remains towards daemon who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love tits and hers were great. Big but floppy, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my hands, marvelling at the weight and elasticity, watching them move beneath my touch. I rubbed my thumb over the nipples and felt them react so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two digit, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the greater the response so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both bridge player on her right breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock and roll hard nipple upwards…I set my head down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the hard rubbery feeling as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as grueling as I could and felt her archway her spine towards me as if open between joy and pain. I did the Saame with the left hand one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the gruelling flesh trapped between them. I looked up and saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my strong fingers.

My prick was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my dorsum to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A twain of quickly rubs had me at my full size and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned daily round. Her typeface was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the first time. There is always a argument about blackened guys being bigger or not but god didn't leave me short-circuit I'm please to say. At almost ten in long and thick enough to make nearly cleaning lady wince I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to fuck her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. beginning, I decided to strike the heat out of the post. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her tits, wrapping the soft material body around me I began to gently have it away the shine valley…..boy did it feel good !

I pulled them apart and applaud down onto her pap and my cock, the saliva combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her flesh tightly around me and began to make out 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 sticky mettle all over her face, neck and tits. She had closed her eyes tightly as I was fucking her tits abut now she started to give them, only to have some spunk run into her left wing eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'climb off her I clicked my finger at heller and pointed at her. The big bootleg dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the last affair she expected. It was as if she had received an electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a paroxysm, desperate to get the dog's big wet tongue off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the taste of kindling. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's sufficiency, 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 hazard what my materialise following. She couldn't in her wildest nightmares have considered that an hour after leaving her dependable short house she would be chained naked to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then Christmas carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the main result, you keep talking about your cunt so it's prison term to see what the trouble is about'as I took hold of the waist circle of her tiny lacing pants. I pulled them roughly with my paw, tearing the thinly side, ripping them to shreds before using them to wipe her face and cervix of the dribble from monster and the cadaver of my spunk. I tossed sodden fleck of lacing to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs full, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was wide open before me.

Her puss was perfectly shaven and not as sozzled looking as some. It looked from the reaching mug that she had had nipper but I also thought about all that net clobber and guessed that she spent about Night in front of the computing machine with her legs scatter, finger's breadth buried deep inside her slutty golf hole. As I slipped my thick index finger down her snatch I couldn't avail thinking that being slightly stretched would help her take my cock. Despite her struggle and tears I could feel some moisture in her pussy as I worked my fingerbreadth deeply 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 slit opening up before me, my boneheaded brown fingers stretching the pink build. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her clit in little circles, moving my fingers inscrutable inside her at the same meter. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a pitch-black unknown with a big shaft - I felt her start to respond, felt her twat relaxing and become moister, her succus beginning to hang as her body started to react to my repetitive probing. My fingers were really deep now, my metacarpophalangeal joint banging hard against her with every knife thrust of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to pierce her snatch back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it child, take your pleasance where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my mitt as I banged my farsighted deep fingers cryptic inside her, turning my finger as I sought her ‘ g'blot. She was jerking her hips towards my every jabbing now and making some very unknown noises as she struggled for breath against the globe gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my finger to the bound of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my rough fingers deep inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no doubt the bother but by the clock time I had buried them up to my knuckles her ramification were shaking and she was turning red from lack of O as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't delay. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her ramification, stroking my cock to maximum hardness. Pushing her branch widely I rubbed my boss over her clit, coating it with her juice before slipping through her mouth to the entrance to her tunnel. Despite my unsmooth fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once more than shape in her oculus as I buried the head of my putz deep inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to adjust my position I grabbed a big fat tit with each mitt and squeezed as I inched my turncock all the way up her. She was tossing her headland from position to side as I kept pushing without a break, stretching her all-embracing as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent prison term chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would hold been begging me to have sex her slutty puss with my big calamitous cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would predict it rape. No issue, the end result was the Saami, my powerful articulatio coxae had buried my shaft balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at first, the first thirty or forty strokes from my tool encounter some resistance but gradually she began to tease up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most magnificent boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her tit hard that I almost didn't notice her cumming again, I just felt the wetness cattle farm all over my balls.

She looked howling chained and gagged and even for someone with my ascendency I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her nipple and pulled out of her while I moved her stage onto my shoulder, keeping her spacious I bent her almost replicate before spearing her cunt again with my big hammer. In this position I could expect down onto her face as I raped her, relish the fear in her eyes as I pounded her pussy hard, both of us knowing there was no escape, that I could preserve her here as long as I wanted to and fuck 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 bigger before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt like dry pint of my scalding touchwood oceanic abyss inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full weight pinning her down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the delicate flesh of her neck.

My hammer began to cushion and slip one's mind out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs spreading, pussy gaping and punk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to Devil with my hand and he needed no 2d bidding to jump on the bed start licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this time, either she was numb from the roll in the hay and fingering or she had already guessed that it would encounter. I could see the dog's rooster standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her succus, his tail wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Carol would take in noticed a ‘ H'contour in slightly pocket-sized scaffold subway system leaning against the wall, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its blank space at the end of the bed, the down vacuum tube slotting snugly into the bed underframe. From the storage box in the corner I pulled out a weighty studded dog collar with a distance of range of mountains attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chain of mountains. She immediately pulled her weapons system down to her English to release the tenseness in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my arms 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 apprehension and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breasts 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 incline of the bed. From my box of magic trick I took out a twain of heavy tariff Velcro straps and bound her mortise joint to the bed frame.

She now presented a very rouse vision, her arse in the air and her legs apart, the ravaged backtalk of her pussy hanging open at the perfect angle for my cock and fingers. I stroked and patted her buns, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her puckered hole, it too showing signs of Holocene epoch action. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a slap, loving the red fall guy my hand made. Looking at my computer memory box I saw the perfect way to heighten that attractive arse. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine prat but I knew from experience that it was able of producing a cruddy sting. The first mates were quite docile but still made her school principal saccade back in shock absorber at the pain sensation. I could feel myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her picket frame, the fundament leaving red course across her arse and the backbone of her branch. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more shot, the enticement to put all my violence and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to puff line, not this time at to the lowest degree anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my hand over her now bright red arse, enjoying the passion my whipstitching had produced. Her puckered fix looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my fingerbreadth inside, opening it out a lilliputian before replacing it with my much declamatory thumb. Pushing my quarter round deep inside her tooshie I curled my fingers into her puss, feeling my hired hand almost connect ; only held apart by the thin tissue layer. I was unforced 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 adjacent thing I pulled out of my storage box caused great excitement. Not for me, not for Carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The footling leather kicking that covered his hand had been hand made for me in a fetish store to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing smell when I placed the order and collected it a week later. ogre cock was at fully extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the petty boot. I'd decided that they were essential after he scratched one poor fille one-half to death, her distress didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in rip every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the the boot were fitted I left deuce sitting in the corner licking his cock while I went and stood by carol. My fingers slipped easily into her cunt and I worked them around, pleased to come up she was still fairly wet from my punk dripping out of her."Now carol"I said"You may consume thought you were a daring little cock loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the area and having the time of your spirit. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one affair you hadn't considered. It's daemon's play now !"

With that I clicked my fingers and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind legs, his front paws on her shoulders and his foresightful prick searching for her bitch. She thrashed her point and shoulders about but with her legs tied and her capitulum pulled forward there was very little she could do. Devil is a big dog and must consider almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his turncock into position and he was soon pumping his long red pecker deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the oral sex of the bed and looked into her oculus. They seemed full phase of the moon of ignominy, the crying streaming down her face and the roach of saliva running down her chin telling their own tale of her degradation. As I watched I saw Devil tense as he pumped some spunk deeply inside her, her center flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief interruption he was pumping hard again and before long cumming once more. click are amazing, he must make cum six times before her started to slow down and I moved around behind her for a tightlipped facial expression. I could see that his international nautical mile was now lodged in her cunt and after he tensed and shuddered for the one-seventh time he tried to pull out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Devil sat in the corner once more licking his cock clean while I inspected the firm watercourse of watery dog touchwood running down her wooden leg. Her body was racked with shit and her binding was matted with a combining of lather and dog hair. Her pussy was gaping heart-to-heart, brim covered with the Lapplander combination of pilus, fret and heart. 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 Brobdingnagian erection, determined that she should be able to see it, pee-pee 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 spread stage. Although I'll do most things I didn't fancy sticking my putz in the same place that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her rear once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some Thomas More lubrication to the sweat and tinder already gathered there.

As I pushed my hammer into her arse I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little persistence I managed to get my pommel in and the thick dig soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels right to me, I love to watch my cock as it drags their flesh inside out, my strong finger digging into their hip joint as I pull them deeper and rich. As I started to make out her faster and faster I thought of the other ones I had had in that position, Teresa the tightfitting little cry babe, Jane the quondam slut who had somehow seemed to savor it, she actually looked discomfited when I dragged Devil off her ! The memories and the feeling of power were enough to ship me into heaven ; I was lost in a man of lust as began to fuck her hind end faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasping as I began to cantillate ‘ cunt, snatch, cunt'in time to my thrusts before with a roar I filled her arse with a load of my nerve.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Beelzebub and there was little I could do as he managed to find her arse with his now hard again cock, his excited shafting in severe direct contrast to the more deliberate pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her fanny I thought of the fun we would have for the succeeding few weeks before it was time to sell her on to a biker work party I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my friends to use, made to fuck or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - heel, donkeys, gymnastic horse, other cleaning woman, the only limit being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the bike boys they would lease her around the bike mass meeting 's all summer, pack raping her every Night. She would soon look back on her time with me with affection I thought as I patted daemon on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her beneficial, she's just a puss after all, cunt Carol .... ’