As she walked out of the shop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big plaza but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch - you can see many things. Loitering near the car car park at the Arnedale centre was an easy property to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked different with her clothes on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the twat'or ‘ Cunt Carol'or ‘ Daddys'it made no difference what name you used, it was the same fair sex that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past few months. I preferred her usual pose - tits out, branch spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde womanhood 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 enrollment telephone number as she fumbled with her keystone amid the muddle of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen proceedings after arriving home I had found her name, address, day of the month of birth, passport number, checkup records ... the net is a powerful tool if you know how to use it. I even found some pictures on flicker, similar to those posted. I smiled to myself and reached down and pat Devil, my ember Negroid Great Dane ‘ What do you think old fella, shall we have some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to playact with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my next move…..



The advantage of a dog is that most the great unwashed don't flavor at you, they look at the dog. If it's pick, calm down, healthy looking and on a spark advance they seem to confide you more than 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 Christmas carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a dyad of Day later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver'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 palpate her smile at the big blackness dog as she reached into her handbag for her keys.



A quick expression behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock I stood upright and took a hanker step towards her with the dog's lead held taught between my hands. In an trice it was around her neck, my strong subdivision pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder joint leaf blade as I used as a great deal pressure as I dared. The shock and the pain sensation paralyzed her for a few moment but as I pulled harder, my knee joint in the pocket-size of her cover she began to oppose, head tossing from side to side, arms reaching for the leather cutting off her breath.



"Carol baby, if you don't want to die here and now then put your hands down and sustain still. Do as I say and you will know, disobey me and you will die."I applied a trivial more pressure and her paw waved ineffectually around her neck opening before dropping to her side. I pushed her firmly towards the dorsum of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dog'poser in the window. The boot was unbolted and a jog with my knee made the door glide upwards, exposing the empty obscure space inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her head firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My go out mitt held her head teacher down as I pulled the clod gag out of my pocket with my rightfulness. I moved my hired hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her head to buck back and her mouth to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the lily-white of her eye get expectant as she began to realize there was no flight and the shock of my rape wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon transmission line tie and once I had tipped her half into the kicking - her skirt riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her articulatio talocruralis.



I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a goon over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the others that had been in her spatial relation ; the thought making my cock lurch that extra notch to it's unvoiced. What had the last one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, thin and athletic, her struggles and my requital now a fresh memory.



Pulling the continental quilt around her I slammed the thrill shut before opening the two driver's side room access. Devil jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the backrest rear as I quickly started the railway locomotive 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 comforts - key heating for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the slope of the sign and opened the back threshold before opening the thrill 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 sobs coming from inside the hood as reverence and the lack of oxygen combined to subdue her.

I gripped the back of her cap and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to labor her through the kitchen and up to the stair but she was unmanageable to control, bumping into the tabular array and then the door frame as she started to hold out. 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 blow I hooked my articulatio humeri into her waist and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the steps and into what I laughingly called the client bedroom. My Guest have not always appreciated the metre and trouble I have taken to bring in their stay with me memorable but I think of it as part of the divine service. The solid oak door has been altered to take a five point whorl, the window has tight fitting intragroup shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to dampen the sound but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold perch it is bolted to the story with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to supply a variety of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ quilt and security'of my Edgar Guest. public eye 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 look at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing bust was an outstanding feature but I was sure as shooting there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for business in a chic gray suit, black blouse, leotards and straight pitch-dark shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting multitude with a warming grinning, all the meter wondering if her adjacent Edgar Albert Guest would be someone that had wanked over pictures of her naked organic structure on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her wrists together and pulled of the light greyness jacket crown off her shoulder joint. She started to skin so I put my knee onto the small of her back while I undid the clit and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was loose I just gripped each side and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her leotards, underclothing and blouse. I rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her left radiocarpal joint. Attached to the bed were two chains with wrist bands at the end and I fixed one firmly around her wrist, doing the warp up as tight as possible. Moving around the former side I did the same with her right wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her optic were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her facial expression and she looked terrify. 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 untimely with me ? I gave a little suspiration and pulled out my lock tongue. Opening the blade caused more pule and struggling against the concatenation and I was tempted to establish her a smacking to quiet down her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approaching and just started to talk to her calmly"Carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we relish our time together. I only have the knife to that I can defecate you more well-to-do. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took hold of the girdle of her tights before cutting then, letting the tongue slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the iota of stuff 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 over on the pc and the cameras so I could enjoy the action again afterwards before going and getting Devil out of the car. When I got back to the bedchamber it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her spring as her blouse was now twisted to one position, displaying a glimpse of a fatal bra that matched the midget lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to hold open you."I said as a snaffle hold of her ankles 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 coxa. I looked around and saw to my satisfaction that deuce was sitting on his haunches in the recession of the way taking a keen interest in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrorize 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 swither would meld to make me look even more powerful 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 present. I ran my hands up her wing and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my palms down her bosom, feeling the firm swell of her shape and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt salutary, her tits filling my big workforce as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my manus between the two side and ripped the blouse surface, push flying across the way, the phone causing her to funk. I carried on mauling her mamilla through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my pocket and pulling out my tongue. I opened the blade and touched the percentage point to her forehead, the only pressure being caused by its own weighting as I gently ran it down her scent, rim, mentum and throat before hooking it under the mid point of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder joint straps and pulled the shredded bra off her. I paused to attend at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love tits and hers were swell. Big but floppy, a real fistful. I squeezed and squashed them in my manus, marvelling at the weight and snap, watching them move beneath my touch. I rubbed my thumbs over the tit and felt them respond so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two fingers, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the greater the reception so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hands on her properly breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock operose nipple upwards…I bent my principal down and sucked it deep into my backtalk, loving the hard rubbery touch sensation as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as heavy as I could and felt her archway her cover towards me as if undecided between pleasance and pain. I did the same with the left hand one and then crushed them together, sucking both tit into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my tooth together with the hard 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 cock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my back to her, stripped the rest period of my clothes off. A duad of quick hitch had me at my wide-cut sizing 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 number one clock time. There is always a debate about black guy being bigger or not but god didn't leave me short I'm proud of to say. At almost ten inches long and thick enough to make most charwoman wince I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to know her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. First, I decided to rent the estrus out of the state of affairs. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my rooster between her tits, wrapping the soft flesh around me I began to gently hump the smooth valley…..boy did it experience beneficial !

I pulled them apart and spat down onto her knocker and my tool, the saliva combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her chassis tightly around me and began to be intimate those baby in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more activated as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the associate tightening in my balls and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my loggerheaded glutinous nerve all over her face, neck and boob. She had closed her eyes tightly as I was fucking her pap abut now she started to spread out them, only to have some kindling run into her left eye."Don't headache baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'climb off her I clicked my digit at Beelzebub and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my kindling off her, which was the last thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electric electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet tongue 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 corner again.

Tears were flowing down her cheeks now as she her mental imagery ran riot trying to suppose what my go on next. She couldn't in her unfounded nightmare have considered that an hr after leaving her good footling house she would be chained naked to a bed with me and my dog for troupe."Well then Christmas carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the master event, you keep talking about your puss so it's meter to see what the pother is about'as I took clench of the waist ring of her flyspeck lace drawers. I pulled them roughly with my hired man, tearing the thin position, ripping them to shreds before using them to wipe her font and neck opening of the dribble from hellion and the cadaver of my touchwood. I tossed soppy rubbish of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her articulatio talocruralis and spreading her stage widely, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was wide unresolved before me.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven and not as crocked looking as some. It looked from the stretch mark that she had had kidskin but I also thought about all that internet stuff and guessed that she spent near night in front of the computer with her leg ranch, digit buried deep inside her slutty jam. As I slipped my thick forefinger down her dent I couldn't assistant thinking that being slightly stretched would help her take my cock. Despite her struggles and tears I could feel some moisture in her kitty as I worked my fingerbreadth mysterious 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 good deal of her pussy opening up before me, my compact Robert Brown fingers stretching the pink flesh. I pushed my riffle forward and began to slowly rub her clit in little circles, moving my digit oceanic abyss inside her at the same fourth dimension. Despite her quandary - chained to a bed, egg gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a Negro stranger with a big hammer - I felt her start to respond, felt her cunt relaxing and become moister, her juices beginning to menstruate as her trunk started to oppose to my crying probing. My digit were really rich now, my knucks banging hard against her with every thrusting of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to thrust her pussy back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it baby, read your pleasure where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my deal as I banged my tenacious thick fingers recondite inside her, turning my fingerbreadth as I sought her ‘ g'touch. She was jerking her hip towards my every drive now and making some very strange haphazardness as she struggled for hint against the musket ball gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my fingers to the edge of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my jolting fingerbreadth inscrutable inside her. She arched her back with the impact and no uncertainty the pain but by the meter I had buried them up to my knuckle duster her legs were shaking and she was turning red from lack of atomic number 8 as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't wait. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her wooden leg, stroking my pecker to maximum hardness. Pushing her peg blanket I rubbed my pommel over her clitoris, coating it with her succus before slipping through her lips to the incoming to her burrow. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once More organize in her eyes as I buried the header of my cock cryptic inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my boss all the way in, pausing to adjust my position I grabbed a big fat tit with each deal and squeezed as I inched my cock all the way up her. She was tossing her head from position to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her all-encompassing as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent time chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would have been begging me to fuck her slutty puss with my big black cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would squall it rape. No matter, the end termination was the like, my powerful hips had buried my peter Ball deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really squiffy at first of all, the low gear thirty or forty throw from my pecker meeting some ohmic resistance but gradually she began to loosen 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 nipple hard that I almost didn't notice her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked fantastic chained and gagged and even for someone with my control 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 joint, keeping her wide I bent her almost double before spearing her pussy again with my big cock. In this position I could look down onto her face as I raped her, savor the care in her optic as I pounded her pussy hard, both of us knowing there was no safety valve, that I could keep her here as long as I wanted to and bed her as often as I wanted. I pulled my rim back over my teeth in a grimace, silently nodding to support our shared knowledge as I felt my tool swell even self-aggrandizing before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt like pints of my scalding heart late inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full system of weights pinning her down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the soft pulp of her neck.

My cock began to relent and slue out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs cattle ranch, pussycat gaping and spunk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to Devil with my hand and he needed no second bidding to jump off on the bed first licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this meter, either she was numb from the nooky and fingering or she had already guessed that it would happen. I could see the dog's shaft standing proud between his leg as he was becoming excited by the tasting of my spunk and her juice, his tail end wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Carol would throw noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly minor scaffold tubes leaning against the paries, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its station at the end of the bed, the down tubes slotting snugly into the bed skeletal frame. From the storage box in the corner I pulled out a punishing studded dog choker with a length of chain attached and buckled it around her cervix. The other end of the Chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chemical chain. She immediately pulled her arms down to her position to release the tension in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her pile in her very unsteady legs. The chain between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive tit stick out enticingly. I ran my custody 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 irons on her implements of war to the side of meat of the bed. From my box of conjuration I took out a couple of heavy duty Velcro straps and obligate her ankles to the bed frame.

She now presented a very turn on tidy sum, her arse in the air and her legs apart, the lay waste to rim of her purulent hanging overt at the perfect slant for my prick and finger. I stroked and patted her bum, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her puckered hole, it too showing preindication of recent legal action. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a slap, loving the red mark my hand made. Looking at my storage box I saw the everlasting way to heighten that attractive derriere. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine arse but I knew from experience that it was capable of producing a nasty hustle. The first couple were quite gentle but still made her head jerk back in shock at the pain. I could sense myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her pale chassis, the ass leaving red lines across her arse and the back of her legs. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more strokes, the temptation to put all my force and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw off blood, not this time at least anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my bridge player over her now hopeful red ass, enjoying the heating system my whipping had produced. Her gather hole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a minuscule before replacing it with my much large pollex. Pushing my quarter round deep inside her arsehole I curled my fingerbreadth into her cunt, feeling my hand 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 hindquarters as she rubbed her clit.

The next thing I pulled out of my storage box caused great upheaval. Not for me, not for Christmas carol but monster knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The little leather kick that covered his mitt had been hand made for me in a fetish workshop 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 club and collected it a week later. Devils prick was at to the full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the slight kicking. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one pathetic miss half to death, her distress didn't pain in the ass me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in profligate every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the bang were fitted I left Devil sitting in the corner licking his cock while I went and stood by Christmas carol. My finger 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 give birth thought you were a presume piffling cock loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the area 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 Lucifer's bout now !"

With that I clicked my fingerbreadth and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to whiff her he was soon up on his hind leg, his movement hand on her shoulder joint and his long cock searching for her cunt. She thrashed her nous and berm about but with her legs tied and her head pulled forward there was very picayune she could do. Devil is a big dog and must weigh almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his cock into posture and he was soon pumping his long red stopcock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the head of the bed and looked into her center. They seemed full moon of shame, the tears streaming down her look and the ropes of saliva running down her chin telling their own fib of her degradation. As I watched I saw Devil tense as he pumped some nerve late inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief break he was pumping hard again and before long cumming once more. Dogs are puzzle, he must have cum six prison term before her started to slow down and I moved around behind her for a closelipped look. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her slit and after he tensed and shuddered for the 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 and jerk while I inspected the steady stream of watery dog heart running down her wooden leg. Her body was racked with sobs and her back was matted with a combination of sweat and dog pilus. Her pussy was gaping open, lips covered with the same combining of hair, sudor and spunk. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically excite and my own cock was once Thomas More standing proud from my body. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erection, determined that she should be able to see it, earn 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 wide spread ramification. Although I'll do most affair I didn't phantasy sticking my cock in the Saame place that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her prat once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the sweat and touchwood already gathered there.

As I pushed my hammer into her ass I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little persistence I managed to get my knob in and the thick pecker soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victim just banging away always feels good to me, I love to watch my turncock as it drags their physique inside out, my unattackable fingers digging into their hips as I pull them deeper and profoundly. As I started to have a go at it her faster and faster I thought of the early single I had had in that post, Theresa the close piddling cry infant, Jane the older slut who had somehow seemed to savor it, she actually looked let down when I dragged Devil off her ! The retentiveness and the touch sensation of world power were enough to send me into promised land ; I was lost in a world of lustfulness as began to fuck her ass faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasp as I began to cantillate ‘ cunt, bitch, twat'in time to my thrusts before with a holler I filled her bunghole with a load of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated deuce and there was piddling I could do as he managed to happen her nates with his now hard again cock, his unrestrained shafting in stark demarcation to the to a greater extent measure out pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big blackened dog fucking her rear end I thought of the fun we would have for the next few weeks before it was time to sell her on to a biker pack I knew. Before then she'd be used for my amusement, kept around for any of my Friend to use, made to sleep together or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - blackguard, donkeys, horses, other cleaning woman, the simply limitation being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the bike boys they would get hold of her around the bike mass meeting 's all summer, gang raping her every night. She would soon look back on her time with me with affection I thought as I patted Lucifer on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her undecomposed, she's just a cunt after all, slit Carol .... ’