In The warehouse

[ for a reader who gave me some idea .... ]

"Only twenty-five class old. And already, your body responds like you've been doing this for years."She struggled and managed to enkindle her head slightly. She looked at him through middle swollen with tear and stinging from the sweat running down her forehead. From behind the ball gag, she grunted and whimpered, trying to beg him for a inadequate faulting, just a few minute to catch her breath.

Joe gave her a big smiling and turned to Saint John."It sounds like ‘ please ’."He pushed her chin up with his thumb."Is it delight ?"She nodded anxiously, then realized her mistake and started shaking her brain quickly from side of meat to position. Her center widened with panic but it was too late. John swung the bamboo cane unvoiced across the back of her thighs. Her wooden leg turned to jelly and she stumbled backwards. The twine that connected her nipples to the atomic number 26 rings in the wall jerked tight and she screamed into the Lucille Ball gag. Tiffany rushed forward to hold that her mamilla rings were still entire and she nodded to Joe. He smiled back.

Tiffany, always eager to see her striver suffer, slid her paw between the girl's ramification and rubbed her clit. She licked the slave's neck, then started planting small kisses at her ear and worked her way down to her left wing pap, all the spell listening to her moan. As feeble as her stage were, the lady friend managed to spread them open, inviting Tiffany's fingers to research her soaking wet cunt lips. Tiffany pushed two fingerbreadth into the girl's cunt and fucked her deep ten time, listening to her grunt like an animal in heat, then pulled her finger out and dug her nails into her pussy lips. The slave froze, her eubstance went rigid with fearfulness. Tiffany started pulling upward, stretching the sassing between her bright red nails. The slave's legs stiffened and she rose to her tip-toes, Tiffany pulled her up and up further, the slave trying to pull up herself up using the iron manacles around her articulatio radiocarpea and the chains that hung from the rafters.

John circled around in presence of her and rested the bamboo cane savourless across her belly. The slave -- unidentified since her comer several weeks ago -- tried not to take care at his case, but she was drawn irresistibly, her feeling of staring submission more and more make out every fourth dimension she looked into those suddenly, Negroid eyes. As much as she hated to take on it to herself, he was the reason she came here. Joe was cruel and Tiffany was inventive, but John was completely merciless. It was only can, she knew, who could give her what she really needed.

She could see in his eyes that he knew it too. They were the hone duo -- user and used, sadist and masochist, superior and slave. Joe and Tiffany were no to a greater extent than the brainiac who made the connections and whose money provided the money for their travel expenses, their gear, and this abandoned warehouse, located mile from nowhere, the cellar of which was now her home. Now and forever.

While Tiffany twisted and pulled at the slave's cunt lips, John walked from slope to side, hitting her with the bamboo, hard and Gustavus Franklin Swift, raising welts on her abdomen and the forepart of her thighs. She felt her drool and hot teardrop running down her neck opening, dripping off of her nipples, pooling on the concrete beneath her. John was counting out loud, his eyes locked on hers with each blow."Thirty-one. Thirty-two."Louis Comfort Tiffany's hired hand was up inside her now but she was barely cognisant of it."xliv. Forty-five."Something was mysterious inside her ass too. Tiffany's digit ? Her other hand ? A dildo ?"Fifty-nine. Sixty."There was a fainthearted noise outside but she couldn't raise her head."Seventy-two. Seventy-three."She started shaking now, she couldn't take any Sir Thomas More, she would go insane. She squirmed, shaking her ramification as best she could, her muscles exhausted but finding strength somewhere to struggle. There were speech sound all around her, footsteps, talking."Eighty-six. Eighty-seven."Catcalls and whistles. Clapping. Laughter. She felt a hand on her tooshie and realized her cunt and ass were discharge - Louis Comfort Tiffany had taken her work force out of the slave's kettle of fish and she'd been too far gone to even notice. She looked and saw Louis Comfort Tiffany sitting in a chair, wiping her hands on a towel and smoking a cigarette. She was surrounded by men. Ten ? Twelve ? Twenty ?"Ninety-two. Ninety-three."The hands were smacking her ass now. It was almost comical. The mentation that she would even notice it when whoremonger was ripping the flesh off the front man of her body with the soften bamboo."Ninety-nine. And …"John reached for the control box and pressed the red clit. The slave rose another three fundament into the air - her cunt was now even with John's facial expression. He motioned and two of the men came forward, grabbed the slave's legs, and pulled her unfold like a wishbone. can rested the bamboo directly on her clitoris, running it up and down lightly over the unshakable, bright red bud. The slave jerked and squirmed, begging behind the gag, humping her hips up and down, exhausted but frantic.

"Do you throw her ?"John asked. The men nodded."One hundred,"he said as he brought the cane down as hard as he could directly between her legs. The last thing she remembered was her center rolling up into her heading before she passed out.
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"The pig's awake !"The representative came to her through a slurred haze of pain and confusion. She tried to open her centre but they were swollen from the cry. She opened her rima oris to say something but she felt hired hand holding the side of her head and a thick pecker rammed itself home in her mouth. She gagged but he kept it all the way in, fucking the book binding of her throat, balls slapping against her nose. She was floating in mid-air, she felt hired man holding her arm and legs. Somehow, there was a cock up her ass and a dick up her pussy, her body was sideways and her legs drawn forward and opened wide of the mark. Every in of her belly and thighs screamed in pain, each time the shaft rammed into her, she felt every one of the wheal bend and burn.

She came and they laughed."Feel how the fuck pig tightens up when you fuck her ass hard ?"The man in her ass grabbed her hips harder and fucked deeper. She felt herself ripping open but it made her cum again. He came too, shooting his warmly cum into her ass, then pulled out. Another cock slid into her right away, bigger and thicker. She gasped for breath, gagged on the peter in her mouth. He started cumming too and pulled her face hard against his genital organ. virtually of the cum shot directly into her belly but some of it squirted back out of her wind and between her lips and his cock. When he pulled out, she coughed and sputtered, but another peter was there, stiff and ready, and pushed down into her throat again.

"Ten dollars says she can't."“ You're on."She felt the men holding her legs move slightly, twisting her hips even further vertically, then the man whose dick was in her ass pulled out. She felt empty, a void where a tool should be, and sucked eagerly at the man in her oral cavity. Maybe he would train the early man's place. She was swimming in that fantasy when she felt the early cock restitution, this time pushing into her side by English against the peter in her cunt. She tried to thresh her arms but person was holding her wrist and she couldn't movement. The head of the cock was inside her now and she knew there was no way of stopping him. The man who was fucking her pumped harder and faster, the other rooster slid into her slowly. She came before he was even halfway in and they all laughed again."Maybe we should get something up her ass too !"The cock went all the way in now and the two of them matched their rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming dwelling house with one quick, inscrutable energy. She came again, not even worrying about whether or not she could breathe around the big cock in her mouth.

She felt something at her asshole and went wild. She started bucking up and down, humping against the men inside her cunt, pushing her ass open, taking the cock in her mouthpiece deeper until her lips were locked around the base. She had no idea what they were shoving up her ass but she wanted it, needed it, pushed herself down after it, inviting it in, deeper, harder. The man in her mouth pulled his pecker out and sprayed cum all over her face and whisker. She licked her lips and cheeks, grunting like an beast, humping the three cocks inside her take down holes.

"Wow, never seen a ho take a barker ivory like that !"She felt them push hard on the thing up her ass and realized it was a rubber play toy, the big swollen head was the end of a pseudo dog ivory. She came again, clenching down tight on the men in her pussy, who came with her, groaning and ramming harder and faster.

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