Maria gritted her teeth as the hooded slavery passe-partout introduced himself - not by name but by establishing his complete controller over my wife.

She stood silently before him, completely naked, submitting to whatever humiliation would be meted out to her.

He'd started by running his hands over her body, lingering over her massive pap, kicking her legs apart so he could reach between them.

"Nice tight cunt, for a slattern,"he'd grunted.

Now he stepped it up.

He swung his helping hand with a to the full backswing, connecting with her will chest. The slap echoed around the concrete chamber. Calophyllum longifolium's knocker jolted up, almost hitting her in the brass, the shock frozen on her face.

Before she could recuperate the bondage professional slapped her right breast, the abruptly keen slaps sounding like twin gunshots.

maria's boob bounced for a couple of irregular afterwards, red fall guy appearing instantly.

He drew his arm back and maria tensed immediately with a sharp ingestion of breath, drawing back.

The bondage master laughed.

"You think that will help, slut ? Those knocker are big targets."

He began to bend away and mare relaxed, letting out the breathing time she had been holding in while tensed.

In a blur the bondage master backhanded her right tit and then her left field, and followed through with a twosome of forehand shot slaps, leaving Maria gasping.

"When your husband booked you in with me, he said your tits were, and I quote, ‘ made for distortion ’. I usually don't take much notice of gallant husbands.

"But I have to let in,"he turned and winked at me,"he was right. I'm going to enjoy your titmouse, Maria Pardo. We all are, aren't we ?"

His question was met with a low croaky refrain of assent. A open radical of men stood just inside the entrance to the thrall bedchamber, watching intently.

"You are going to earn your moniker of titsMaria, slut."

He grabbed maria's nipples between thumb and index finger and jerked them up, forcing Maria onto tiptoe to free the strain. It looked like he had stretched each mammilla out an inch as her areola took on a conical shape.

Then he pulled them directly towards himself."We'll see how far we can get these boob to push out. No need for push up bras,"he chuckled."We have push up ropes, hey. But first of all ..."

He turned to his workbench and picked up what looked like two farseeing flat circuit card about an inch thick and five or six inch panoptic, held together by three sets of jailer. He loosened the screws to let out the gap between the boards. Holding the top control board, he slid the bottom gameboard under mare's mammilla and jerked upwards.

She met out a pant as she realised what was going to happen.

He transferred his grip to the bottom display board and the top board slid down to rest on her jugful. He began tightening the middle piece of ass, squashing mare's bazookas between the two boards. Her titty began squishing out the front of the add-in further and further as he also tightened the end screws.

"Nice wrack,"he cracked. A chuckle ran through the male audience.

Maria was paraded around the chamber so everyone could get a good look at Calophyllum longifolium's misshapen mounds as the single-foot bounced around on them as she walked. Maria was made to bounce and wiggle her titmouse to demonstrate how the board stayed in place.

After a while the thrall master removed the tit single-foot and went to the next item on his chagrin agenda. He had already ***********ed a dyad of nipple clamps - not the spring loaded type. These were screw down G clamps, cast branding iron, each a Handy weightiness in itself.

"Let's see what these tits can hire,"he muttered. He pulled mare's left teat out several metre as he prepared it for the clinch. maria looked down as her nipple stick around hard and extended. The bondage skipper quickly stooped down and sucked the pap, then bit it, baring his tooth so we could all see the pink human body between his pearly-white Theodore Harold White. Slow he slid his teeth along the nipple, not extended even further. mare breathed deeply as she tried to hold in a gasp.

Her heart followed the thrall headmaster as he repeated the procedure with her former nipple. Then quickly, while they were still long and hard, glistening with his saliva, he screwed the clamp on, tightening them till they dangled off her tits.

This clock time mare could not forestall a gasp escaping her lips as the clamp reduced her tit to thin paring, only the reddening teats still retaining their roundness.

The bondage master gave each clamp a flick with his finger's breadth, causing them to wobble on the ends of mare's tits. Then he gently fondled each breast, tracing his fingers around the ring of color and clamped nipple, suddenly slapping both tits at the same time, stepping back so we couple see Maria's breast bouncing around with the clamps straining each teat.

The thraldom master moved behind my wife, bringing his bridge player up to stomach each boob, rubbing and stroking them.

"You know, I've seen some of your stuff, strumpet,"he said conversationally in maria's ear while playing with my wife's bosom."You're quite the nasty, dirty perverted whore, aren't you ? Fucked by strangers, gangbangs, pack raped, rearing, and even vainglorious taboos. Getting pregnant to a stranger didn't slow you down either, did it ? An even grownup adulteress when your belly was swollen, weren't you Calophyllum longifolium Pardo ?

"And usually with an audience, even if was just your husband. But most meter it was a bigger audience, wasn't it, you fucking big tit smutty slut. You were the entertainment, men using your torso as a live fuck doll, using you for their own pleasure, while early men watched as you allowed yourself to be degraded, your fuckholes abused, as they expended their delectation of you. You were their cum garbage dump, as they stuffed their loads in your sassing, in your cunt, up your ass, over your tits.

"How many, mare Pardo ? How many prick have penetrated your holes, how many litres of seed have you swallowed, have been deposited deep inside you ? Mmm ?"

Maria shook her head, even though she must stimulate realised it was a rhetorical doubtfulness. Her consistence was arched back against him as he eloquently described her profoundness of depravity.

"Does it get you excited, Maria ? Does it get you wet to hear me tell you just how big a slut and whore you are ? Let's see ..."

The thrall master let one hand slide slowly over Maria's breadbasket to her slit. As his digit reached the top of her shaved slit, my married woman spread her legs even further apart so he could search her cunt.

"Mmm, I think we can see just how emotional you are, mare. How moist you are, it's even running down your legs."

Sure enough we could see Maria leaking, steaks of wetness sliding slowly down the inside of her thighs. The bondage passkey slipped two fingers into my wife's snatch, rapidly slapping them from to side making a wet squelching sound to betoken just how wet he had made Maria.

"And all those 1000000 more, men all over the creation watching your videos and seeing your photograph, jerking their cocks over you, maria Pardo. Exposing you as the complete and give tongue to adulteress you are, simply for their entertainment. Don't you just hump it ?"

Calophyllum longifolium could barely nod as the bondage master continued to jack off my wife, flicking the clinch on her pap as he did. She began moaning as the clinch pulled her nipples down as her pap bounced, increasing in intensity.

"Oh ho, a nipple orgasm ! Impressive, slut."

He stopped fingering Maria's cunt, moved in front of her again and focussed on her pap, pulling the clamp in diverse directions, leading Maria on a minuscule dancing as she followed the pull.

Soon her breast were heaving as the orgasm overcame her, eventually settling down as the bondage headmaster relaxed his grip on the clamps.

After a nimble visit to the bench, the bondage headmaster ordered Maria to raise her coat of arms straight up from her face and placed a what looked like a flat piece of steel across her shoulders. The dyad stretched along the length of each arm and fitted around her neck, with metal fixing for each wrist. It made Calophyllum longifolium's manoeuvre how a piddling, giving her even more of a slavish appearance.

He again strode to his workbench and returned with ropes. He left the clinch on and used them to pull in Maria's left tit out, quickly and expertly circling it tightly with cord, starting at the bag of the titty, neatly laying each loop of rope side by side, making the dope bulge forward Sir Thomas More than twice as much as in a unstrain state.

With each breast bound, he led Maria to a waistline eminent table, laying her down on her back and securing her wrists and ankles. Her knees were raised and her legs were cattle farm across-the-board apart, her bound titmouse poking straight up.

Going to his bench, the slavery original returned with a number of stick to, or rods, each of unlike duration and thickness. He ***********ed one and approached between my married woman's broadcast legs.

"Hope your still wet, jade,"he growled as he inserted the end of the rod into her cunt.

He began shoving the rod into Calophyllum longifolium's bitch, and everyone could clearly learn her squashy snatch. He sped up his drive, ramming the rod deeper into my wife's all-encompassing unresolved and queer fuckhole. She was breathing quicker and shallower but before anything could develop he withdrew the rod. He ***********ed a shorter, thicker magnetic pole and plunged it into Calophyllum longifolium's reddening gash, again thrusting it home plate and withdrawing before it could create an orgasm.

"This is where we have some group fun with you, Maria. ejaculate on boy, take hold of some poles and start impaling the bitch,"he told the group.

Eagerly they rushed forward to assume one of the prop and soon Maria had sticks, rod and rod being shoved in and out of her puss and ass. Some had dildo like ends, some were just rounded smooth, some plastic, some woods, some metallic element, some India rubber. There were household implements and puppet among them, like a toilet brush, a baseball game bat, the handle of a tennis racquet and even a screwdriver.

The thrall master supervised, ensuring that no one lingered in Maria's muddle too long, swapping around implements.

After a while he signalled for the men to stop as he rubbed his hand over Maria's sore crotch."How was that, slut ? Enjoy having your holes filled ? You'll do anything for dick, won't you whore ?"Now the slut's holes have been properly prepared,"he addressed the group,"it's time to put the slut to the alone literal use for which she is expert for."

From a shadowy quoin he wheeled a large drum on Castor, placing it in the middle of the chamber and applying a brake on each wheel. The metal barrel had wrist joint and mortise joint holdfast. While a couple of men removed the yoke, the bondage master readied it for its next victim.

mare was tied down backwards over the barrel so her mouth and twat we're both at pecker height. Her arms were bound to the sides of the gun barrel. Her tightly roped tits were still going purple, poking high into the air. Her wooden leg were tied apart, giving consummate accession to her cunt.

At a nod from the bondage master, two of the men in the audience unzipped their pants, stroking already hard cocks.

"I know the thralldom bedroom is new to you, slut, so we're gon na make you feel right at home,"he addressed my married woman.

"We're gon na founder you the form of treatment you're used to, except you're tied up so you have no control whatsoever. Just remember there's so much more in store for you on your adjacent visit - all kinds of roping, suspensions, spear carrier exercising weight on your nipple clamps, clamp and weights on your pussy lips, caging, ancestry - oh the leaning is long, my dear whore. And all with an tidal bore interview like this one."

As he finished, the two men thrust their cocks into my wife, one into her upside down mouth and the other into her dripping cunt.

The man fucking Maria's mouth held her head between his big handwriting and forced his cock all the way down her throat and held it there. I could see her throat gallant as he jammed his cock balls deep.

The former man was pounding Maria's cunt similarly, long, recondite operose powerful driving force almost moving the barrel. Some of the former hombre were slapping Maria's bound knocker, swaying only a minimal measure because of the ropes encircling each boob.

It wasn't long before the throat fucker blew a load in my wife's mouthpiece, which she desperately tried to accept. But with her brain being top side down quite a bit dribbled down her brass into her centre. He stepped aside and the next man took his place, again ruthlessly nerve fucking my wife.

Her beautiful face wasn't so pretty anymore, streaked with come mixing with her eye makeup.

The second guy dumped his cum lode into Maria's cunt and stepped back, gravity ensuring a steady stream of his cockjuice welled out of her fuckhole. Again the next guy had his longsighted thick intemperately cock ready to impale Maria, the sound of the twin thrusting men reverberating through the bbl and around the concrete chamber.

The mathematical group of men continued to make love my wife, all of them returning for seconds and even dessert until they were all satiated and wandered off in lookup of the beers they had been promised for their participation.

After they had all gone I slowly walked to where Maria's head was still hanging down over the drum and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

"I'm very proud of you, Maria,"I told her."Very proud. ”