Please go gentle, this is my very first sex narration. The beginning of this is all about the torture and say-so so there is n't very much actual sex but there will be a lot to a greater extent coming.



She allowed her read/write head briefly to rest on the cascade wall, feeling the cascade of water over her body drown out the hammer of her head. She turned around and let the water beat around her shoulders as she imagined the previous Nox beer and rum and whatever else spilled on her to be flowing off.
As she massaged shampoo into her prospicient auburn hair she tried to think back net night. And realized she had hit a complete blank, but there was enough grounds to assume the big. She had woken up lying typeface down on the floor, covered in dour moist soil and her knickers around her ankle joint. She could definitely try out the intoxicant on her breathing space and a moist thrumming between her legs. As the piss cascaded down her wide-cut c-cup breasts she took the here and now to lightly sweep against her nipples, feeling them hardening at the unclouded touch.


She knew that she had been on a bit of a carouse this past hebdomad, but damnit she deserved it ! She deserved the break from reality. Reality sucked. But today she needed to get back to work. As soon as her feet were dry she grabbed a smoke and lit it with trembling manpower. She pulled on her purple and black lace flip-flop and decided to wear the matching bra as well, just underwear always made her feel extra. Her general work uniform consisted of a calamitous knee highschool chick, with a red blouse and black shank high up jacket. fashionable yet understated. The only when affair that set her apart were her shoes, red-black 8 in stiletto's with a lash out toe. Pierre la'Wong had designed these for his summertime collection utmost year and she simply needed to birth them, of trend being a personal"friend"of Monsieur la'Wong never hurt and she got them for a good price.


Stella Hurst was 26 days old and worked for a sit caller as a designer liaison. A fancy name for a person who organizes shit. She was a mediocre nipper, in a mediocre family, she had no groovy overturn and no great hurts, there was no hidden enigma. She had also just broken up with her fiancé of 5 years after catching him in bed with her adept friend. In the ancestry of"organizing dump"it also entails a lot of meet-and-greets and plenty ass kissing to clear a few party favour. Stella had also just realized a personal knack for presenting before being asked. She could look at a snobby model and deranged clothes designer and know immediately that they need at least a bag of coke, the best bottle of ball field Champagne and a few expert way magazine publisher to get them started.

Frank Philip Stella walked down to the recess very quickly to overhear the bus, she hated it, but her car was in for a service. She didn't notice the pitch-black sedan following her and slowly gaining to draw out up alongside her. Before Frank Stella could even oppose she felt a burning sensation in her neck and was bustled into the waiting car.
When Stella woke, some natural inherent aptitude told her to keep her eyes closed and make-believe to still be sleeping. At first all she could hear was mumbling that soon became clearer as the verbaliser came closer.
"I told you that we should first ask her ! ! You directly defied my rules of order !"Another voice, Thomas More languid and accented replied,"no offence doc, but I took my edict from a petty in high spirits up. And I'm telling you, that we will keep on her doped up until everything is ready ”.

She heard the voices stop as soon as the door opened, she concentrated on keeping her breath steadily and eyes relaxed."you see ?"said the world-class representative again"she is still out from the first shot you gave her !"All of a sudden she felt a hand on her chest, a heavy hot helping hand pressing down until she could feel her button pressing into her tegument."what are you doing ? ?"exclaimed the first vox again, becoming more shrill with every sentence. A sigh from the second base man, and without lifting his helping hand said"Get out doc, or I'm going to have you forcibly removed ”. The door slammed. As Frank Stella lay there she could almost imagine the hand getting hotter and hotter, and without warning felt warm liquid sensation settle in her loins. What was going on ? She thought frantically to herself, the desire to unfold her center was growing. And then she felt the other hot hand running up the interior of her leg, lifting her leg and pulling them apart. When she felt him cup her mons veneris over her purpleness laced thong and gently rub up and down Frank Stella had to struggle every urge to moan. Suddenly she was truly appall ! He had fastened her ankle to the bed she was on ! Her eyes flew surface as she sat up abruptly.

The thing she was lying on was definitely not a bed. It looked more like a widget out of a horror movie. Her ankle was strapped firmly against the one leg off the political machine with a leather strap. Stella realized that the only when thing holding her up was the metal bicycle seat straddling her ass. When she looked around she saw that she had been leaning against another flatcar rectangular bit of coldness metal with another thick leather strap peaking out below it. Then she saw him. More actually felt his presence. There he stood in a monumental heavy cloak, covering him from his eyes down to his feet. Watching her.

Stella had no thought what to say. The Man spoke, ‘ See ? I knew I didn't give you too much."He smiled"please lay down, I don't want to have to tranquillise you ”. Stella lay back quietly, not sure what made her so complacent. Was it really worth it, being witting ? The Man then pulled Stella's other leg into the harness and strapped her ankle the like way he had done the initiative. She could feel the heat radiating off him and every contact felt like a burn. He strapped her implements of war in, leaning over her. The Man was so close down she could even smack him, he smelt like a timberland after rain. Unbidden, the mental image of the moist iniquity soil she had found herself covered in this forenoon jumped into her idea, not to name the state she was in. He then pulled up the last leather strap, fitting it over her rib cage and under her breast, pushing them up.

Frank Stella managed to ask,"Who are you ? Why am I here ?"There was no answer. When the Man slowly turned around Stella recognized a syringe filled with a solve liquid"No !"she cried,"Please, I did n't push. You said you would n't sedate me !"As the needle pushed into her immobilized arm and she felt the companion burning and greyness, she heard"No Stella, I said I did n't want to. And to resolve your firstly question, I am Roy. And I will be training you…"Stella did not get word the rest.

"The first stone's throw of the education will be penalisation"
Stella, who had been rudely awakened by three women who threw inhuman water over her and dragged to the electric current meeting place, was sitting in a rather bedraggled mess on the floor. Trying to cover what she could after the three woman had ripped her clothes and scratched and patter on her.

"You are to be punished ; you have been a bad person and led an immoral lifespan. You have succumbed to the sin of flesh and for this you must be chastised"The Man, Roy, was sitting in an immense chairman and still it appeared dwarfed by him. Frank Stella shook her header, not understanding"no, but I…"“ silence !"the big man boomed. He strode across the floor and was in strawman of Frank Stella in seconds."hold her up !"he commanded the cleaning woman, who had remained. Two of the women grabbed Stella's arms and forced her to a kneeling position while the tierce pulled her pass back by her hair. Frank Stella forced her optic shut but felt the big hot hand on her face, squeezing while he whispered"facial expression at me…"Stella looked up, and with the lightheaded cascading over his articulatio humeri she could not see his nerve. He turned into the light and forced Frank Stella's typeface to watch him. Stella gasped and shut her eyes again. The hold up thing that went through her mind as he backhanded her, was that face.

Frank Philip Stella was still dazed and seeing stars when the women fastened her wrists together and started hoisting her up into the air. Her shoulder joint creaked and popped, and then she was powerless.
Roy stood in figurehead of her again, and even hoisted she was forced to seem up at him."I have been burned by the fires of hell, and I am here to see Justice done"he murmured as he walked around her, trailing his exponent finger down her pharynx, across her nipple. pile to just above her ass and ending with his deal again cupping her mons. The burn estrus was almost unbearable and she tried to twist away. Roy relinquished his handle and turned away. He said very gently, almost as though to himself"Purged by the creators fire ”.

When he returned to her Frank Stella saw the brand… the Elwyn Brooks White hot stain and started struggling to get free. Even as the women held her still, she was screaming and bucking and trying to get loosen. Roy went behind her and lifted her left invertebrate foot, as though hoofing a horse. Without hesitation he pressed the brand against the thin sensitive exposed soles of her infantry. Frank Philip Stella screamed as the red lights of agony danced behind her eyes. And then again as Roy branded the sole of her early foot."You have refused to take ownership of your sins,"Roy said, holding Stella's face up and looking thick into her heart"These brands will cue you everyday"

Roy nodded to the one woman who in spell presented him with a paddle. It almost looked absurd, with its little rubber balls all on the flat English. Without warning Roy turned and brought the paddle down firmly on Stella's ass."tally !"he demanded as he struck again."t –t two…"Stella Sobbed. Roy stopped the paddling and grabbed her hair, pulling it back."Where did you learn to bet ? ? You start at one !"Barely giving her a chance he rained down another three bump before she could shout out"One ! !"then he slowed down, forcing her to count out each blow.

Roy rubbed his scarred face and studied the woman in front man of him with a sensory faculty of mystification. She really was n't much dissimilar to his previous contract ? Or maybe she was trying to preserve herself. As she sobbed out"th –th - thirty ! ... th –th –thirty one !"he looked dispassionately at her reddening back end. affair were going to get a lot high-risk for miss Stella Hurst.

At 100 Roy eventually stopped, the picayune caoutchouc glob on the boat paddle were now forming blood bleb below the surface of Frank Philip Stella's skin. He loved this paddle, it caused good long term pain. Roy instructed the womanhood to bring Frank Philip Stella to his viewpoint. He made it himself as was immensely proud of it. It consisted of a three dimensional Triangular third power - made of metal rods. The women leaned Frank Philip Stella with her mid section against the top rod and Roy secured her ankles, her genu and her thighs. The straps forced Frank Philip Stella's legs open and made them real property. When the women started pulled her arm down, pulling her into a shocking stretching dog position Stella started fighting again, screaming and scratching. Roy grabbed her by the spine of her neck and forced her down while they strapped her munition.

Frank Philip Stella could experience the straps cutting into her legs and arms and sobbed down quietly to herself. There had been no movement for so prospicient she assumed she was alone. She could palpate how exposed her most private parts were and tried wriggling to try and get her wooden leg closer. Stella couldn't move. She lifted her forefront and started screaming"Help ! ! Somebody help me !"Roy swept over from nowhere and started roaring"Help ! ! ! service ! !"then he laughed, a cruel, bitterly laughter."No one can pick up you Miss Hurst"He had the boat paddle in his hired man again, smacking it gently in his laurel wreath. Suddenly he slapped Stella so hard through she could savor the blood in her mouth."Now let's start the pain"

Roy always loved this part, the"pussycat torture"he called it. He walked around behind her, licking her blood off his knuckle duster and looking at her level of exposure. Yeah… he did a adept job. He could see her tightly puckered motherfucker, fighting against being so stretched open, and down to her scratch. He could see her inner labia peeking out and how although cleanly shaven, there were a few stray pubic whisker. He ran his finger down her slit pressing slowly at her opening before running back up and rubbing her anus with his quarter round in small handbill motions.

Stella was frozen, she couldn't admit it… no ! Roys hot thick finger running up and down, over her motherfucker and down into her pussy felt unsubstantial. Felt like his heat was infecting her. Unconsciously she tried shifting her hips to allow him more access when suddenly he stopped."Do you see what I mean ?"He pressed his finger's breadth a bit harder against her opening and feeling her sudden moisture"You are a prostitute !"He pressed his fingerbreadth into her snatch until it was up to the second knuckle. Frank Philip Stella felt the heating system radiating through her becoming warmer until she was perspiring. She let her head drop with a moan."Your dead body gives you away ! You will be justly punished !"Roy pulled his finger's breadth from her vagina with such force that there was a slight popping sound.

Roy readied the paddle, and from above his psyche he brought it down full force directly onto Stella's now undetermined cunt. Stella reared up crying out but Roy just brought down the boat paddle again. Stella felt shockwaves flow through her body as the boat paddle hit against her labia and came back up against her clitoris."puh –puh –puh –please stop ! I'm sorry ! Please…"Her plea fell on deaf capitulum as Roy paddled her open slit, and then moved up to be hitting directly down on her dickhead. Stella was trembling in pain and felt her legs numbing from the want of blood flow. And then her body gave into the most ultimate betrayal… every time the paddle came down onto Stella's puss there was a splash. She was dripping wet and aching. Her mammilla felt like they were rock hard and still she begged.

Roy looked down at her dripping cunt as he brought the paddle down, and felt himself stir. Stella was now a abstruse purple-red colour from her clitoris all the way up to her arse. This little jade knew how to beg… but her soundbox was begging for even more. Roy put down the boat paddle and brought over minuscule electrical clips. Stella couldn't see where they led to, but she hoped that they were not intended for her.
Roy opened the clip and placed it over Stella's one erect nipple, she howled with nuisance and tried pulling away but the clipping was secure and tugging only scrapped the skin off her over sensitized nipple. Roy placed the early clip onto her other nipple, Stella tried to hold still but involuntarily pulled away once Roy released the magazine. The pain sensation snap through her like a thunderbolt. She felt herself dry up and started heaving. Then everything went black.

Frank Stella awoke by hearing the scraping noise of a chair being pulled in front of her. The initiative thing she noticed was the musket ball gag she was biting down on, She tried to scream but between the gag and the sobriety of her mouth she couldn't make a sound. She forced her eyes open and saw Roy sitting in a chair rightfield in front of where she will still strap down. He had his eyes closed and was slouched comfortably. She was repulsed yet again by the scars on his face. But this time studied his facial expression closer. He was a Rider Haggard looking man with a grizzly beard. Even that did not hide the cicatrix. They were definitely in some kind of pattern that had permanently melded his left eye closed.
Stella's psyche ached and so she allowed it to drop again and was shocked to see that the clamps were still attached to her nipples. Her nipple were clamped firmly within the crocodile teeth and small-scale drops of blood line were seeable. Attached to the clamp was a all right alloy chain linking them together and forming a"Y ”, towards… Roy. Stella looked at his hand and saw the mountain chain grasped firmly in his meaty paw. She had no idea what to do and essay moving… useless.

Roy sensed that she was awake but decided to let her grizzle a little bit. He had no musical theme what to do with this girl. How was he to discipline her if he couldn't understand her. In his service he had experienced it all. The poor fish young single who would throw away their dead body at him and try to barter with him to let them go. He had dealt with the socialite princesses who thought they could buy their way out of it. Of form none of them got away, unless it was to the next liveliness. But he had never had one that could stick out his body heat and not burn. And to top it off, he had felt her get wet.

Roy knew that constituent of his swearword that the demon gave him, aside from his servitude, was the incredible heating that he had. He had grown accustomed to it, and had witnessed skin blister and boiling point beneath his skin senses, Stella had not. He opened his centre and stared calmly into her startled, charge filled eyes. He straightened his massive frame and walked towards Stella staring into her eyes as she simply lay there. Roy crouched in front of her and cocked his fountainhead to one incline, studying Stella's face. Her eyes were a deep ocean blue and framed by thick dark lashes. Roy's gaze followed the tear - drop roll down her porcelain skin and clingstone to her soft ping lips before rolling down her Chin and dropping to the storey. He grasped the Sir Ernst Boris Chain dangling between her breasts and tugged lightly.

Stella dropped her head as the pain sensation shot straight through her nipples and down between her legs. She felt the snag streaming down her face."would you like me to bump off them ?"at Roy's question, Frank Philip Stella's head shot up and she nodded frantically. Roy gripped her typeface firmly and looked into Frank Stella's center and he unclipped the first clamp. Her eye widened as the blood flowed back into the summit of her nipples sending surges of heat through her consistence. She pressed her face into Roy's hand, enjoying the intense almost burning sensation. Roy removed the second clamp and lowered his face to her aching breasts.

Without warning he attached his lip around her mamilla and sucked hard, pulling the blood to the open again. Frank Philip Stella couldn't help but whimper behind the gag as his burning tongue lapped over her tightly puckered nipples, she felt the burning straight through her chest and thick down into her loins.

Roy stood up and walked around to Frank Philip Stella's tail and placed a hand on each buttock, spreading them even further apart."hmmm,"he thought"she has definitely recovered from the pain of the mamilla clinch. '' Her moisture had seeped out of her puss and was coating the inside of her thighs.

He rang the buzzer that summoned the three womanhood and ordered them to take their excerption of the toys off The bulwark. He refused to key out the women because they were unworthy. cyprian and sluts all of them.
The rampart was another of Roy's gallant accomplishment, with a vast range of any and all sexual toys imagined, some of which he had created himself. Each toy had its own specific hanging billet and was grouped accordingly.

The first woman was a near blond. Almost flat-chested with her ribs and hip bones sticking out. She had chosen the suction - loving cup. Two cups for the chest and one smaller one that would fit over a woman's clit. All three were linked to a single electronic pump with a few interesting settings

The 2nd woman was a fervid red-head with milklike skin, she had enormous breasts that were still leaking from her Recent pregnancy. Her tummy was flat although slightly flaccid and her ass was made up of two voluptuous Hill. She had chosen the second biggest dildo off the wall. It was a bright green semblance and as thick and recollective as her fore-arm. Along the shaft were gristly stiletto heel and it had a nice handle for comfortable grip.

The tertiary womanhood was an Amazonian Shirley Temple Black woman who was just as magniloquent as Roy. She had small, gamey breasts with huge mammilla. Her organic structure was rippled with brawn and always looked as though she were oiled up. Her farsighted wooden leg were topped by the largest set of pussycat lips Roy had ever laid eyes on. She had chosen one of Roy's favourites. It was a strap on dildo that had two shafts, the first went into the char wearing the strap-on, the second stood erect away from the body. Each shaft was at least 9 inches long and thick enough to make any wear off out adulteress squeal.

"no scarring, no permanent damage and do not move out her from the stand. former than that, the sky is the limit."With that said, Roy turned on his cad and left the three woman alone with Frank Stella .