PART 1 - The Guy

The girl begged so well. Her eyes stared back at me, and as she said"Please,"it was ill-defined whether she was pleading for the repugnance to block up or whether she was heroic for more.

I shifted uncomfortably as a burgeoning erection began to push at my denim. The daughter, immature and nubile, was not my trollop and she would never be able to replace her, even in my judgement's eye, but she suffered so well.

I watched as the sackcloth bags filled with bricks and tied around her articulatio talocruralis pulled her stretched body towards the reason. This evil pull of sombreness, filled will malintent, opened her labia, exposed the enshroud diffused plication to the precipitous edge of the splintering Sir Henry Joseph Wood and she cried out. The delicious outcry added yet more length and girth to my hardening cock, as my gaze focused now on her overextended arms, the Ernst Boris Chain around her wrist joint and the unvarying flexing of her fingers in an attempt to distract her torture intellect from the extremities of the pain.

She wasn't wet, her thighs were not glistening, she wasn't turned on by the annoyance like my niggling missy would have been. But she was suffering and as the nail was hit hard, the small spike driven home base, piercing through her manually, unwittingly engorged clitoris, securing it to the forest between her thigh, she passed out.

I was left breathless.

"I'm heading out dear."My wife's loving, caring voice broke through the intimate tension that had infused my solo erotic reverie.

"O … o … oh, okay see y … you later."I closed down the silver screen on the Apple Macbook, and my voice was guttural and not certain of itself as I shouted my response down the stairs.

I heard the door lock chamber as my wife left for her yoga class, and once more I was blissfully alone, left to ponder upon the meter I had spent with my Little Girl, the existent love of my aliveness. I missed her so damn much. She clouded my thoughts. She woke up with me first affair in the dawning and she went to bed with me at night.

I ate with her at the dining table and, somewhat worryingly, she accompanied me into my clinics and the surgical theatres.

Closing the curtain across the bombastic bedroom window, I stripped off my clothes. As I took out my phone and swiped the sieve until the picture of Red, tied to my Little Girl's bed, firm, keen ass high in the air, her body covered in red welted scratches,

her thighs glistening, the thorny, long-stemmed rose strewn across her brilliant body, my chunk tightened and my hard-on was unadulterated !

******

It had been a few weeks since those two splendiferous back-to-back weekends with the strumpet and Red. Subsequent workweek of frustration and despairing wanking and becoming more and more obsessed with what I did to them … and what I would do to them in the future.

Where was there to go next ? They had ‘ died'for fuck's sake, both of them, the shoemaker's last time out … what more was there to achieve except to make their death permanent. In one sense that was the ultimate end. It wouldn't be murder because they would want it, it would actually be a transfigure way of assisting their own suicide, or so I was convincing myself.

I recalled the keep porn scene I had watched earlier and my Little Girl's face took the place of the model in the scene. Agony in her eyes, bulbous red ball gag stretching her mouth wide, gloopy saliva dripping from her Chin to the flatbed aerofoil on which she was hog-tied.

As those thoughts floated around my oral sex, my creative thinker's eye bringing the scenery, and my slovenly woman, to animation … infiltrating my erogenous geographical zone and fuelling my lust, I closed my center, lay back in my chair and groaned.

"Are you okay love ?"My wife looked up from her book, well her kindle reader actually, and peered over her glasses at me.

Her voice interrupting my thinking was a surprise, though why it should cause been I didn't know given that we were sitting together in our front room.

"Fine love, thanks, just a niggling cadaver. Long surgery today."

That was no lie. It had been a long surgery. Reconstructive oeuvre, supporting an ENT surgeon as he rebuilt a tattered cheek bone using vascular tissue and musculus from the girl's slender, suave thigh, the extraction of which was my job.

She had fallen from a wall, though what the fuck she was doing on the high brick structure in the first gear place I had no musical theme … but ours was not to interrogate why ! Her nerve had hit the ground first and now she needed urgent surgery.

She was XVIII, the young woman. Pretty, with a firm body, in fact she was a real dainty to the eye, all except her shattered side of course. She was just a little younger than my slut, and as she lay naked on the operating board, anaesthetised into her own welcome limbo, I slipped my scalpel into the soft flesh of her thigh. Holding my breath as I gently pressed with skilled, knowing finger, I watched the peel split and open up for me. I observed the blood oozing out in fast flowing run down her thigh as I stepped back to give up the nearby arteries to be clamped.

I imagined the easygoing pulp belonging to the breasts of my footling Girl. Using a scalpel to slit into the firm heap, but of course she wouldn't be dependable within the unconscious mind confines of an anaesthetic … she would be panoptic awake so that she could ‘ bask'every moment.

And now, aching from the long-standing nature of the surgical process, I sat at home, in my country-side, privileged domesticity and groaned at view of my petty young lady and her stunning acquaintance, Red.

What next ? The loose woman had been interfering recently with her essays and whatever else it was, other than drinking and fucking … oh and getting stoned, that educatee did.

Had she seen Red ? I knew that her flame haired friend was at another Uni in another town and so they couldn't live together. Had my fornicatress and her BF become friend with benefit ? I felt more than a little jealous. She had kept in tinge with me. The odd text, and a impression or two … but when I had asked about meeting again, she had been a little evasive. Essays, test, library sessions, a home visit back to her Ma and Pa, as she called them … she was ‘ not sure enough when ’.

All her rationality were potentially genuine, but all also possibly playing for metre. Had they had enough ? Had they both suddenly come to their senses and realised that if we continued our assignation then they would both most likely end up permanently abruptly ? Maybe through finding each other my slut and her supporter had found a reason to live ?

"Another drop love ?"I opened my centre to see my married woman standing over me with the feeding bottle of 2006 Nuit St George, bought from a trip to the Bourgogne Wine part a few years ago.

I nodded,"Yes hon, please that would be lovely."

It was as she poured that I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.

Part 2- The young woman

Abi went home to N-town after that night together.

But we knew half-term, or as they call it 'reading week'was coming up ( along with more lecturer smash ... ) and we had sort of made an agreement.

And so there I was at the station. Slummy Victoria. And I saw her coming up from the resistance and ran to her and let her fling me in the air as we kissed and let her spin me round and, to be true, so many female child are with girls now in London no one even blinks an eye. Well, maybe some old duffers off to a matinee or up to see an bodyguard ...

Trundle train down to the seashore. To my slight Town. Big Ithiel Town really. Pretty lovely B-town by the sea. So arouse to see her, to be with her. A week is sooo long ! shag I love this miss and she loves me. The BF is chronicle. Saw him in town and had a burnt umber and we decided that it was really over and I kissed him and gave his hand a sad word of farewell stroke. And went out into the drizzle.

gull. Love them and hate them. Nah, get laid them.

Down to the movement. Wind in our faces. She strokes my hair. Freshly dyed my favourite brilliant electric blue angel. Leans back on the runway, her ramification apart. I lean in between. soundbox together. snog her sooo much. Fucking sexual love her.

I 'd differentiate Ma that Abi was coming.

'Sharing ?'she 'd asked, a knowing tone in her eyes.

'Mm .'

'I always knew'she said.

I smiled.

Pa hugged me.

'We sexual love you, you know..'he said. Not a question. Obviously. I love them too. Which I know will be unmanageable in the future. But now I am so happy.

dinner. All of us. Me, Abi, Sis, Ma and Pa. ( big bro out ). In the dining room. Burnt red walls. Polished table. wine-coloured. Chatter. carmine Newman looking down from his skeletal frame. Me biting my lip. recount us everything they say. And then they tell everything. All about me. Kiddy storey. Abi laughs.

My hands are hurting. My palms are burning. Sis sees me writhing my fingerbreadth. Gently pulls my hand towards her. She looks at the mark, burnt red. She can approximate. From all those times in her way or mine with a hair brush or a wooden spoonful or whatever. Girly games with bits of rope. She can guess.

In my elbow room with Abi. Naked. Our marked bodies on each former. Marked by the thorns.

Sis taps at the doorway. Comes in. We sit up.

'Tell me about it'she says.

Quietly, slowly, not exactly fully, we do.

She 's silent.

'I 'm going to Oxford'she says.

I kiss her.

At the Marlborough. nutcase make up. Bright centre. Wild. Fuck I love her. So fucking beautiful.

In bed with her. Text him. Just 'hi'. Think of sending a photo, but don't.

Then do.

Us two in the Marl.

Us two in bed.

'Shall we do something again ?'

marvel where he is when his phone Ping. With his married woman ?

wonderment what he 'll say ....

function 3- The Guy

Naked I stood before the fancy woman. The cinch and lengthening burden between my legs felt heavy, the conceited head pushing forward, rolling up the subdued folds of the foreskin in its wake. Wide eyes watched it grow as the naked student-slut looked first into my face but then further down my body.

"On your knees,"I growled. Dropping slowly into a stoop and then to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine, she obeyed. I knew that she would. Unhurriedly her nubile, Cy Young, colored body slipped to the primer coat, her heart becoming deliberately averted, gazing at the base, knowing now not to meet mine.

I needed this release. I wanted my niggling little girl. I wanted to feel the pixilated pussy enveloping my erecting, her soft, immature back talk on mine, our knife dancing in reciprocal ecstasy. But she was not here, and so I had to make do with a whore.

"Good fille,"I smirked, my run-in filled with platitudinal partial tone. She didn't speak but I saw her deglutition, the coarctation of her throat betraying the nerves that right now had no doubt infused her body.

"open air,"my command was a childlike, single discussion. But as I approached, the undergrad let her full lips part and then gasped as I gripped her glossy, long, unfettered shameful hair in my fist and held her tightly.

It was not a blow job I wanted, it was a face-fuck. I slid my erection into her mouth, pushing firmly forward, navigating her oral musical passage until I reached her throat, whereupon I continued to thrust, impaling her, making her gag.

I smiled. Then I fucked her … strong … and fast … and deep.

By the time I released my grip, throwing her to the ground before me she was gasping for air and dripping with a thick, potent mix of my pre cum and her saliva. I was as hard as a rock. My urethral twat was dripping …

I needed more.

From each of the bedposts at the bedhead of this little bookman bedsit hung a pair of industrial strength handcuffs. None of the garden pink fluffy comfort that sometime adorns such creature, these were sword and hardcore, tools of her swop !

The sporting lady flinched as I secured each one in turn around her wrists, leaving her arms stretched out all-inclusive, her gaze staring towards the bedroom rampart before us, her peachy, dusky ass enthralling me, now fully exposed for my viewing pleasure.

I gripped her hip and pulled her towards me. She whimpered as the weight of her body now rested in section, on her human knee, but in more painful part on her wrists, supported only by the harsh, blade cuffs that were now biting into her skin.

I picked up the craw. Her crop, the one she already had, and I whipped it quickly just column inch from her ass, making her squirm from the strait as the rod sliced through the thin-air. Seconds later it was slicing through her bod as I landed several blows in nimble succession onto her house ass cheeks.

She cried out as the red weal rose and glowed back at me.

"Does that ache whore ?"I asked.

"Y … Yes, Sir,"she replied in the personal manner prescribed.

If I used no names with my niggling Girl, this student-whore who advertised her overhaul from her pokey university bedsit in the student-land district to the North-West of Leeds, wouldn't get my name either, not even a traitorously one.

I had paid cash for her and so she did not need a gens. Two hundred lb for two hours of ‘ bondage style fun ’, was how she had advertised on the ‘ Leeds date'web page.

I wasn't certainly how lots ‘ fun'she was finding this right now. That thought rifled excitingly through my body and morphed into a lust-fuelled dribble from my cock-head.

"Do you desire more ?"I asked, though the question was rhetorical because she was getting it anyway.

"Y … yes please, Sir,"she responded in a less than convincing manner.

I laughed and struck her again, even harder this time. Her completely body motioned forward as she crashed into the edge of the bed, jerking her weapon system and dragging at her cuffed wrists.

"Fuck !"she whispered. I waited for her to resume her attitude and then I hit her again … and again … and again.

Then I fucked her.

By the time I was ready to pass on she was still laying, face down, on the bed. Nude and exhausted. Battered and beaten.

"There's an extra L pounds for you here."It was all I said as I left. She did not speak.

******

"You've lost weight,"my married woman smiled at me as her frail finger's breadth circled around my amphetamine arm to squeeze at my biceps. I had, she was right. Since I live on saw my Little daughter a few hebdomad ago I had taken to the gym again, resurrecting my membership and so now, at least three clip a week, I was working out, climbing infinity stairs, overworking my creaking genu with knee-lifts and treading-the-mill for kilometre upon kilometre. The all subroutine was followed up with a swimming and then some R & R in the hot tub and the sauna. I was feeling beneficial … I was in passion with a young scholarly person girl, I needed to feel, and look, way Thomas More than ‘ good'!

"It's a long clock time since I've seen you in this contour love,"my wife was cozying up to me, she thought I was doing all this for her. I wasn't.

But that wasn't a fact I needed to share with my wife. Let her believe it was all for her. The slimmed down paunch, the reform definition across my dresser and my abs, even the trimming of my pubic hair, something I had never, ever done before.

I smiled and kissed her. When I say that she was a ‘ fifty-something'that was unfair really, because my wife had turned fifty only just before Christmas, and she was in good frame. Careful eat, twice-weekly yoga and an combat-ready modus vivendi kept her very shave. She was fuckable still for sure, and I must not forget that. If I wanted to go along my trysts with the slut and her friend Red a hush-hush then I must never forget to kick in my wife the attention she deserves.

With a moment to myself I swiped the phone to open the content from my minuscule girlfriend …

"Hi, shall we do something again ?"

The pic she sent were exquisite. Two were attached, both of her and Red. One showing the two of them in bed together, clearly nude, Red exposing a overnice, hard-boiled nipple, and another of them in the pub. Beautiful. That told me they were together now as an ‘ detail ’. I presumed therefore that when my Little young woman said"… shall WE do something … ”, Red was included in the ‘ we ’.

That was fine. That was good. I liked having them both. Red was stunning, statuesque almost, but the slut was the one I loved.

I read my reply. I had replied immediately with a very definitely, confident …"Yes. Can you give this weekend ? Saturday ?"

It was Tuesday the 18th Feb and it seemed they could make this coming weekend. Could I ? You bet I could, whatever it took. I had proposed that date, this coming weekend because I couldn't time lag any tenacious for my piece of music of their ass, but I hadn't thought it through, and so now I needed a plan. After developing a fixation on dungeon related porn over the past tense pair of week, a dungeon it had to be. Inquisition style. No mercy.

But where ?

I knew just the berth, if I could make it happen.

I opened the impinging for George Meadows. George was on the security squad at Leeds township Hall. We did not live in Leeds but it was only a stone's confuse away from our countryside abode on the Pennine Way looking down over the Calder Valley.

"Hi George, I'm after a favour …"

I had operated on George's daughter a few geezerhood ago, nothing life or dying, but a substantial enough subprogram and he had been eternally grateful. Like all surgeons I was consciously aware of de-coupling from my patient role and their family post-procedure, as soon as the time was right. It was well-off for them to go attached to their sawbones, given the armed service we provide, and over the sensitive to foresighted term that wasn't a sizable situation to be in.

But George IV had been useful, sorting out discriminatory parking at Town foyer effect for me, and even getting me an upgraded ticket for a major concert, when they were like gold dust.

I had asked him for access to the subterranean cells under the Town Hall. They were the old jail cellular phone, built in 1858 with the new Town Hall when Bridewell police force post was based there … unused since 1902, but still in-tact. Cold, barren, perfect … you could tour around them during certain day, and sometimes ambient effect would be held in them, at Halloween for example.

I flipped through the photo open in front of me on my MacBook screen and imagined my picayune Girl naked and bound inside them.

But I wanted the cells to myself for the night. Could George dress it, could he make it pass off ? When I called him I needed to environ the truth, but not lie entirely. I had a ‘ friend ’, if he knew what I meant. A peculiar, untested girl-friend, and she was a bit of a thrill seeker. I needed to keep up with her, prove myself … but she was so Worth it George I, you should see her. Yes, it was deceitful, but with my high-pressure life, surely George II you don't begrudge me this, do you ?

He didn't. He understood, so he said, and his whole step assumed the officious, confidential storey that were regularly assumed when someone was ‘ helping you out ’.

He would meet me and get me a key. I needed to be very discreet - I assured him that would be absolutely no problem.

Could he let me have the ‘ interrogation prison cell ’, the one with …

"… with the ‘ gimmick'still inside ?"he had finished my condemnation for me.

"Yes, that's the one George."

It wasn't a job. George called me a lucky bastard.

He had no idea.

Part 4 - The lady friend

It 's a cold, blowy day. Slumming in bed with Abi. Music from Sis 's way. Billie Eilish. Nice.

Tangled in the twised eiderdown. Touching her. Playing with her hair.

osculation her ear. So Henry Sweet she is.

Kiss her neck.

candy kiss her nose.

Kiss her eyes.

Kiss her belly and her bitch. Linger. Round. Sweet. Softly.

Bacon and testis and toast and let 's go out !

Shopping in the Laines. Old clothes and LPs. umber and a cake. Joking and laughing and everyone is just like us here.

But they aren't.

At all

Because we are two mad weirdo girls.

bookstore and rain and furious seas.

Fucking do it her. Being with her. Watching her hair snow over her face. Salt.

Wet skirts and faces and fingers touching.

What shall we do ? I ask.

We 'll go, wo n't we ? she says

We 'll go. I say.

Hoping for something. I do n't know what.

Whatever he wants. She says. When we go, it 's up to him. She says.

Yeah. I say. Up to him.

I do n't really mind what he does. I say.

As long as ... you know ... it 's us two. I want him to hurt us. I love you but I love seeing you hurt and you seeing me hurt.

I mean. When I cry. I hate it. But I want it so much.

Yeah. Me too. She says.

I never thought about it. Not before. Could n't make imagined it. Not before.

But now ?

Yeah. Now. It 's all I want. I mean. Whatever. Fucked up world. career. Whatever. Nah. I want this. You and this. You and hurting.

We 're mad are n't we ?

We 're fucking weirdo. She says.

Bath. Georgia home boy. Her and me. Her back up wet against my tits. Hate the fucking taps.

Back at the Marl. Love it here. queen heaven. I knew I loved it even before ...

skin in a box with her.

What do you go for ?

Well ... She says. I sort of phantasy bad things. Like ... well ... like a torture sleeping accommodation. You know. Like in the inquisition. Not like in Irak or some shit hole. Somewhere where they treat you properly as they torture you. Like a witch or someone. You know. strappado. stand. Hot affair. Spikes. Ropes. whip. wickedness places and flaming torches and flickering shadows.

'Poetic'I say.

Yeah. She says. Poetic. Pain poetry. We should write a book.

And you ? She says.

Hmmm. I guess the same. I say. Or an old bedstead and electricity on my tits and cunt.

And him ? She says.

Do n't care. I say. He can fuck me if he wants. I think he thinks I love him. Fucker. I mean, he 's ok. He 's enjoying it. And I do n't mind him fucking me. Anyway he wants. I like being fucked. I love being with you and ... you know ... but I like being fucked. Hard. He 's good at fucking. Not a kind fucker. A mother fucker fucker. But that 's soundly. I think. But I do n't really call up anything of him apart from that. Just favorable to have found someone. I guess he 's crazy too. I wonder what he spends his days doing ?

pornography. She says. All day. Whenever he can. Or paying sluts for sex. Or ogling educatee. Dreaming. I guess we are perfective for him. Toys he can play with. No strings attached.

Unless he 's tying us up. I say.

Ha.

I think he 's married. She says. You can tell somehow. I think he loves his wife but he needs us. More. He needs to do these things. Like we need him to do them. I think it will get enceinte and heavier coz he just ca n't stop and in the end ...

He 'll kill us. I say.

She 's quiet ... 'Yeah'she says. 'In the end ... he 'll wipe out us. And that 's what has to hap I guess. Like Checkov with his gun. He 'll kill us. He ca n't quit. We ca n't break. So what else can happen. He 'll defeat us.

So do you mind ? I ask her.

Not really. She says. Not really.

Let 's get another crapulence. She says.

Part 5 - The Guy

"… The happening and growth of issue by chance in a glad or good way …"I felt compelled to look up the actual definition of serendipity after what had just happened.

My Little Girl had accepted the coming weekend as the time we would next get together. I needed a program that kept my wife's suspicions at bay.

Through another incredible turn of serendipity, I now had one !

******

"Darling,"my wife had sounded tentative when she spoke, the timber of her voice was the one she used when she wanted something.

"Yes hon,"I replied, only half listening.

"You know my sister's new peak Shop, the one that I …"

"Yes dearest,"I was still not really listening.

"wellspring this weekend she has the final examination class and exam for her Extended diploma in Floristry, and she needs mortal to spread out the shop on Saturday for her …"

Now I was listening …

"And so …"

"And so, you need to leave me again on Sat, and because she lives so far away you won't be back until Sunday ?"

"leave of absence on Friday actually darling, the shop opens at 8am … and most probably recurrence on Monday if that's alright ? Oh my ducky, is that okay ?"She looked genuinely sorry as she moved to me and wound her sleeve around my neck.

I was beside myself with delight, and trying desperately not to demonstrate it.

"I guess I can contend without you … again,"I grinned as our lips met with a easy touch.

She pulled away smiling,"Thank you darling, let me go phone her. I really don't know what I have done to deserve you !"

It was all I could do to stop myself from laughing out loud !

******

I had visions of a labyrinth of wickedness, wet, 'hostel'like cellular phone and a toilsome atmosphere held in range of mountains adorned bulwark, I was not disappointed.

Saint George had handed me the headstone on Wednesday Nox, so that I could take a smell troll. Get my comportment. His spare set they were, and so I could string up onto them until ‘ afterwards ’.

The public figure Bridewell is the generic term for a Town Lock Up, historically a little prison house used to sign of the zodiac prisoners arrested in the town, and awaiting their appearance in court. The figure comes originally from a prison for floater and junior-grade offender in British capital, which was near the church of St. Bride, and also near a fountainhead, hence the Bridewell. Most with child city in priggish sentence had a centrally based Bridewell prison and Leeds was no exception.

The old Edward Durell Stone corridors were tenacious and windy, catacomb-like, and surprisingly quick, a little like the basement storage at the hospital. Must be an hole-and-corner thing. And this subterranean area that opened up once a flight of stone stairs had been descended from underneath the nominal head entryway, was no different. Warm, scarily eerie and wonderfully soundproofed !

I could get wind no speech sound from anyplace else. Not outside nor above … just silence, except for the raw strait that emanated from this old devious series of corridors and rooms. Yet I would be able-bodied to enjoy every cry and groan, all of the yelling out loud from the trollop and her supporter, as well as their less winding supplication for mercy. Just walking around this place excited me.

Each cell contained an old wooden judiciary, and trammel rings for wrist joint and ankles fastened to the wood and to the wall. The rooms, were minor and dark, with stone flagged floors, whitewashed wall, and no windows. The original dense wooden doors were in-tact with small food hatches cut into the forest that served the intention of both serving the meagre food rations and ‘ voyeuristically'watching the prisoners.

Then there was the ‘ interrogative sentence room ’.

Wow !

An old rack was the main device on presentation. This way had a small, modern rope-fence to continue the viewing public away from the slice on exhibit, but it was not secured and George I had said to simply proceed it out of the way. I knew there would be no more tours between now and the weekend, there weren't many this time of yr anyway, and so I moved it off to one side now.

I fingered the old, scratchy wood of the rack. It felt so hoot … evil. The long-slatted frame, its flat control surface had rope ties at the top and steel handcuff at the bottom to hold the victim's ankles in place while the body was stretched to breaking point. A big cranking handle was placed at the head of the twist, by the wrists, to displume the naked consistence taut, and then tauter still … I gripped the long handled and twisted. The wooden simple machine groaned superbly into sprightliness as the wheel turned and the roofy shifted. It worked ! fuck, yes …

When I saw the wooden rollers in the middle of the slatted form my breath was taken away … they were adorned with wooden spikes. More blunt now than they once would have been, and no-where near as impairment inflicting as the iron spikes that sat in the like lieu during medieval times. But all-fired savage and painful none-the-less, and they would mark an otherwise smooth, naked and exposed back for sure enough !

I couldn't wait to get the slut tied up on this beauty !

I let my heart scan around the rest of this larger cell. The solid warren of stone rooms and corridors had ho-hum lighting installed, presumably to allow the visitant to see what they came to see, whilst not detracting from the atmosphere. And so, having switched it on I was delighted to see that the put in ignition meant that the electric in here provided a minor routine of sockets into which affair, like big vibrators, could be plugged. I smiled to myself with a very self-satisfied sense of satisfaction.

What else ?

Oh tinker's dam ! A wooden horse, and that bound was still sharp … and splintered. Fuck … and a chair. Large, old, wooden, studded all over with iron stud !

I had to lean against the wall and take stock of the kick that were infusing my body right now. All of these devices, all straight out of my phantasy, and I would get to use them on my Little fille, and her gorgeous supporter Red.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckkkkkk !

******

I sent George a text message of thanks.

"Enjoy Doc … ; )"was all he said, with a winking emoji. Even though as a surgeon, I was a ‘ Mr ’, he always called me Doc.

My blood was pumping quickly and I was already struggling to control my excitement as I typed the text message.

"Sat it is then Little One. All is in spot. I have secured somewhere very extra for us this fourth dimension. I need you both to be in Leeds kernel by early afternoon. I will meet you at the post. Let me hump the nearest wagon train arriver meter to 1pm for you. hold First course of study travel on your credit card ( you have got one, right ? ) You will necessitate the comfort and rest. I will give you cash when I see you to pay for it. xx"

It was going to happen all over again. I looked up to the sky and once again thanked those darn golden stars !

Then I re-read my message, let my finger hover over the screen momentarily, and then pressed SEND.

Part 6 - The young woman

So it 's this weekend. In Leeds. Again. I really hate Leeds I 've decided.

So far away from anyplace proper.

damage position of the hills. And even further from Sussex by the sea.

Too fucking far.

disgrace he is n't somewhere up near ... M ... or in Shropshire or somewhere.

Not Shropshire. Beautiful but unacceptable to get to.

Fuck. Leeds it is.

And so here we are. Me and Abi. On the long journey North. I think we are both wind up and both scared. Which is normal. For something so fucking crazy.

I mean, here we are. Two cute bookman who kiss each other and smile and attract glimpse which are somewhat covetous in the Marl and here we are headed up to some bastard town to meet this guy we do n't know with the express intention and desire of being hurt and hurt badly. For a weekend. Some people go to Barcelona or berlin, we go to some surreptitious cell to be tortured. And we want to. nooky us ! We are mad.

Just like I think Sis thinks.

'Be careful'she said. She knows me too well.

'She 's nice, your Sis'Abi says.

'Yeah. Smart and overnice. Smarter than me and probably nicer than me too .'

'She 's going to Oxford ?'

'LMH. side. In October. She has to get her grades, but that 's no big deal for her. Smartass she is. Smart. Pretty and smart. Lucky her .'

'You 're moderately and smart'she says.

I hug her to me.

'You are too ...'

I 'm thinking she 'd like to fuck my Sis. I know my Sis would like to fuck her. It 's always been girls for her. No straying into penis land like me. I can name them ... Emma, Maddy, Miri, Becca ... always cute. Always her curled up in front man of the goggle box with chocs and a lady friend. Of course she 'd fuck Abi. Poor fucking Oxford when she gets there I think ...

Slugging through London.

Onto the trail compass north. Dirty windows. As ever.

Sandwiches.

My nails prise the charge card away from the cardboard. Slowly peeling the cover back. Like skin.

'We are mad, aren ; t we ?'

'Crazy mad'she says.

'Pretty lovely sexy mad'I say.

'I want so much to be with you in the office we 're going'she says.

'I want to be naked and tied and bleeding and hurting and hearing you scream and you hearing me scream .'

'I love you too'I say.

I want it too.

The gear takes for ever.

Clanking.

Stopping.

Jolting.

child and mother and dropped C bottles.

And a Scripture to read.

And not a varlet really read as I imagine my body bare and bloody. And the pelting cleans little stripes as it flies over the filthy window.

And I think of the party whip on my belly and my abdomen tensing and my hide going red as the whiplash leaves its little stripes and beads of blood.

And I think of my oral cavity becoming dry and my fingers clenching.

And my articulatio radiocarpea hurting and my mortise joint hurting and my breast feeling so wonderful and tender and sexy and ...

I look at her pin-up face.

And I want to see her cry.

And here we are. center of another dull Yorkshire Sabbatum ... two young lady with two short Fjallraven backpacks headed to the deep brown place to await for a guy whose name they do n't have a go at it who is going to depend after them for the weekend and take them both very happy.

We 're fucking crazy.

Part 7 - The Guy

It was almost 1pm on Saturday the 22nd Feb 2020. Another date for my ingathering of significant day of the month, a collection that was building rapidly every-time I saw these two masochistic little girls.

I knew the string they were on, it arrived at 1:04pm directly from Billie Jean Moffitt King mark. I smiled at the persuasion of them in beginning Class, laughing and joking, winding former passengers up … maybe even kissing and cuddling … the thought of their lips touching made me stiffen.

It wouldn't be farsighted now.

There were plenty of students around today. Saturday was a journey day … home to see families or off to visit the boyfriend or girl. I watched a fresh-faced girl wander into my line of sight. Tight jeans, tits to die for, plump backtalk, push button nuzzle … damn those jeans, so do it tight. Then she crouched down to depend inside her bag and I could see the shank stria of a grim lace thong exposed … fucking, she was very, very hot. Would she like to be beaten ? I found myself wondering.

Then a loud pitched laugh, maybe tinged with nerves, took my attention.

It was them …

******

She had left on Friday, the wife. No lifts required, no trains to hitch, she had taken her car - it was well-fixed to drive. And so, I had the full day to myself once my 11am clinic was over. There was only one station to go.

Leeds City gist was busybodied, it was Friday lunchtime after all, but no one had eyes for a lonesome guy making his way down to the left of the enceinte flight of Harlan Fisk Stone, battlefront stairs at the urban center's town Hall.

I opened the threshold to the cells. It creaked in the unimaginative way that it should, and the pleasant wiz of the ardent air hit me. This was to a greater extent than just underground air capture, it was probably being heated from the rooms above it. Whatever, it was nice and warm, which meant that I could restrain the slut naked for longer.

I put the bag down in the ‘ interrogation cell ’. The bag with all of my accessories, both medical and intimate, contained within in. Pulling open the zip I smiled at the heinous accumulation of accoutrements that I had in there. I could hardly wait to use them … all of them.

One earpiece birdcall that evening confirmed that the wife had arrived safely and was looking forward to being in the shop along with all of the flowers.

"stop as long as you wish,"I found myself saying with, hopefully, not too much relish - I had flowers of my own to lop !

"You WILL be okay pricy, won't you ?"Her interrogation was literal but she knew what I would say.

"Of class, honey, now go and forget about me for a mates of day. I will call off you on Sun once your busy day is over and we can catch up."

birdcall over and the track through this weekend's academic term with my daughter, was now clear.

That night brought little sleep and an almost constant erection. I was desperate to fill it, but I was damned if I would knock off my juice …

******

"Hey Mr., we're here,"the slovenly woman fresh faced, stating-the obvious, student-enthusiasm rose above the white-noise din of the station.

I smiled and nodded, and without a discussion I put my hand around the back of her head, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She gasped and I loved it … I loved it more when she stabilised the surprise embrace and kissed me back. Breathless parting I smiled down at her, my footling missy, and said,"I missed you so much."

Red stood by watching and I turned and nodded at her,"Red."

She smiled weakly back at me.

Her flame-haired friend was stunning but I wanted the strumpet to know that it was her that I loved.

We walked the dead length to the Ithiel Town dormitory. Sat afternoon filled with shoppers and afternoon drinkers. We were heading heterosexual for the cells.

"You look good, both of you …"I said as we walked. Both of them wore sorry dress and, with the weather being a little tender than it could have been in February, their jackets were short.

"I like the bare stomach Red, especially this metre of year,"I glanced down at her open front man that revealed the cropped top and her heavily tattooed abdomen.

She giggled.

"Where the screwing are we ?"The trollop said when I took them down the stairs at the front of the townspeople vestibule. I laughed at her foul mouth.

"Get in,"I ordered unceremoniously as the door creaked open.

They walked silently into the glumness, I followed and closed the door with a meretricious clap, turning the key to lock in us inside. My slut jumped deliciously at the loud phone, and then laughed nervously.

I flicked on the luminosity which did nothing to buoy up the atmosphere.

"Follow me."I headed further into the internal ear.

They did, without a word being spoken.

We walked along the corridor and then I turned left into a small cell.

Pushing the door closed once they were inside, I looked each girl up and down.

There was no time for minor talk. They were here for a reason … I was here for a reason ... I WAS the reason !

"Strip,"I ordered. Then added,"No, not you Red, just this niggling snatch. Do it now slut."

With wide-cut eye and a gulping, my slight missy slipped off her jacket and toed off her shoes. It was with trembling hands that she punched loose the push button on her denim and wriggled provocatively out of the tight denim.

I nodded and she pulled the tee shirt over her promontory before reaching down to unclasp her bra.

My throat dried a slight when her business firm, red-tipped breasts came into clear view.

"Beautiful,"I uttered almost to myself.

"proceeds down her panties Red."I smiled as with just a exclusive glance at me, her friend crouched and slowly pulled the lacing thong off, peeling the gusset succulently away from her already gusty labia.

"How does it feel to be the only naked one among us slut ?"I asked my picayune missy teasingly.

"I huh … fine … I guess."

She moved a little from base to understructure, her physical structure lyric demonstrating the apprehension that was no dubiety active inside her head, a smirk riding her mouth.

"You find it funny ?"I said in a style similar to that of her schooltime teacher.

"What ?"She responded with more than a pinch of incredulity.

"Get on your fucking articulatio genus cunt !"I yelled so loudly that Red jumped and my Little girlfriend's heart widened. But she obeyed and averted her eyes while I wrapped a heavy chain around her neck and padlocked it.

She did as I ordered without holdup or objection, and I crouched by her English in order to buss her, which I did with a savage passion. She gripped me, and returned the kiss just as greedily. What I take from her, this jade, I take with need and lust and greed and desire. With love. A unusual love, maybe, to the external earthly concern, yet it is our world and in that earth we can take what we want.

I released her from the bosom, and I glanced sideways where Red was leaning impassively against the cold, pit wall.

"Suck."Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my greenness army-style dungaree and held my erection out towards her face.

With a single look upwards into my expression before averting her center again, my slight Girl leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even conjure up my hands to her head.

I rather wondered, for a very brief irregular, if I am fucking her mouth, or if her mouth is fucking my cock.

Then I stopped wondering, as my fingerbreadth slid into her haircloth and her back talk glided down onto my erection. I groaned, fuck that feels ripe. Then I was lost in the champion as she kissed her way back along my shaft, holding me ever so gently with her teeth just below the swollen head, and slurping her natural language over the crown of my penis.

The initial overpowering wave of sensations passed, and I regained control. Gripping her head tightly, fingerbreadth woven into her pilus, I moved back just slightly, keeping her mouth on my rooster, making her dependent on me for control, focal ratio, profundity, firing. She tried to lean further in, pulling against my hold, trying to take more of my cock into her rima oris, into her throat.

I let her, guiding her foreland forward, slowly, as she stretched her neck and breathed in a slack manner. I could feel her teeth barely scraping my shaft, her tongue pressing against the ridgeline on the bottom of my peter, her warm, moist mouth engulfing me.

The slight gripping pressure as I entered her throat was exquisite. She gagged, and I slid back out, pushing her fully off my glistening, saliva coated erecting, giving her sentence to grunt her way through her desperate hunting for breath. But before she had time to recover, I pushed and stuff and once Sir Thomas More the hussy was straining to take me into her oral cavity, straining against my digit in her hairsbreadth, allowing her to steep me once again.

Then a laugh emanated from my throat, evil sounding, and I cruelly pulled her away from my quill. She whimpered, the slovenly woman, and looked up at me. I relaxed my grip in her hair.

"Okay,"I said, as if granting permission for her to re-start, and she speedily returned to nibbling down my shaft, breathing me into her throat, licking my balls. I groaned again, my legs trembled a picayune, and my juice began to rise.

I arched my back in pleasure,"Aaaaah, fuck … yes …"

She nipped back up the English of my cock again, until she was focused solely on the header of my prick … my heavily, throbbing, exquisitely tender cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and the moisture, silky and I swear could smell out every perceptiveness bud on her tongue right now.

"Not yet,"I said, when finally, I pulled her speak away from my cock. She was panting heavily, dripping in spittle, and that turned me on even more.



Some part of me, the operating surgeon, proper, social, kind-to-children-and-animals office was appalled at what I was planning. But the other part of me, the part I am revelling in right now, was smiling a cruel, gleeful smiling of its own.

There is some part of my Little daughter as well that is dismay, I know that. The part that hands in her essays on clip, makes her parents proud, looks out for her baby, the"practiced girl ”, rather than the blatantly sexual slut, who is on her stifle before me, dripping in spit and succus …

My devotee. My love. I embrace all of her, every facet, every role … I want all of her.

"Get up."

She did, and I grabbed her wrists before twisting her around and pulling them cruelly behind her back cuffing them tightly together.

Then, without warning, I gripped her by the throat and slammed her hard against the stone wall.

"Here use this on her,"I handed Red the minor egg vibration. Her heart widen, my slut had seen this malicious device before, and she groaned as best she can within the confines of my grip.

But Red asked no doubt. They are here for a reason, and the still fully dressed friend knows this is all contribution of that reason.

I let her buzz the vibrations all over the jade's clit, and along her labia, inside and out, until my Little Girl was tensed and quick to cum, pleading from the guttural depths of her consistency for release. I tightened my traction on her neck even more and then just as she was about to climax … I knocked Red's arm away.

The slut's articulatio genus gave way causing me to hold her upright entirely via my clutches around her neck.

"Ten seconds Red,"let her equanimity down. But ten seconds doesn't crack much calming prison term, however it was all she got before I took the egg vibe and slid it deep back inside the slut's cunt.

"Duct tape in my sac, get it out and tape the vibe inside her physical structure. Do it now Red."

She did, and that hellish little twist was trapped inside my short Girl.

Then she came. And we let her. Red and I watched the jade fall heavily to the primer, landing painfully on her arms, still secured behind her back, and then I smiled as she writhed and squirmed in exquisite excruciation, her wetness contained inside her pussy behind the wall of epithelial duct magnetic tape covering her slit. I grinned across at Red who looked down upon her friend wearing what I thought was an expression of envy.

I laughed and dragged my Little fille to her understructure before throwing her face first against the jail cell wall. Without her blazonry to protect her she hit the stone with her boob first and slumped groaning to the land. The vibe still hummed away inside her body building steadily towards its next onslaught.

"She can't reach the mag tape and the vibration will go for hours yet."

I pulled Red to me and kissed her. In a feline-like manner her body moulded to mine and she kissed me back, already breathless from the scenes she had just witnessed.

"Let's go eat somewhere courteous Red, just you and me and leave alone this cunt to her coming …"

Red said null, but she offered no resistance when I moved her out of the cell and slammed the room access shut. It bolted locked from the out-of-door trapping my slight female child inside its gloomy walls.

I turned and opened the small food hatch in the principal door panels, and my fiddling Girl's pathetic oculus were there staring out at us …

following our every movement as Red and I walked away, switched off the lights and left her alone, cuffed in the old cellphone … the vibrator eating away at her very sanity.

"picket out for the rat slut …"were my final language as we closed the main door with a loud bang.

division 8 - The fille

Sometimes I could really love him. Not really. Yeah. He does this material so well.

FUUUUUCK !

I really could love him. Or someone like him. Who does this.

FUUUUUCK !

And so it starts again. Here. On the floor.

I 've pushed myself back to the wall. My naked back against the rampart. My arms cuffed behind me. My shoulder joint hurt ...

FUUUUUCK !

Oh god ! I love this do it thing inside me. I fucking love it. I 'm fucking throbbing with it.

NO ! It 's unsufferable ! NOT MORE !

FUUUUUCK !

It wo n't stop.

It wo n't check. I ca n't .... I love it detest it bang it ... .FUUUUCKKK !

My belly. My back talk drooling. My puss. My fucking cunt !

FUUUUCK !

He came to meet us. Just off the train. In the student-crowded station just two Sir Thomas More pupil babes meeting their dad/uncle/whatever.

Kisses. Sir Thomas More than you should with young lady like us. Too immature for that form of buss unless we 're selling.

But no-one notices.

And so it starts.

Out round the corner and to the edifice, the ugly, ostentatious, royal edifice of a building that is the townsfolk entrance hall. I 'd recognise its small man 's member pillar and cock-envy tug anywhere. Ugly stupid big fucker of a building.

He takes us through a room access that he has the key to. Down some steps. More like it. A sort of donjon. Another door.

What can I see ?

Amazing things !

Just for us !

Lucky miss that we are !

FUUUUUCK ! ! ! It 's fucking burning me up ! FUUUCK ! screwing ca n't control myself ! OH MY GOD ! STOP !

DO N'T cease ! ! ! !

Tells me to strip. I like this bit. It really is starting.

down feather on my knees. His little girlfriend doing what he says. What I like to do.

suck him off. He pushes into me. Deep. Ca n't hardly emit. make love this. This thing in my throat. hate it filthy hate it girl. Not. Yes. Yes. bonk it.

Not.

fucking ! Yeah .... Fuck ... Gasping for air. Gagging. Gagging. Out. Gasp. Breathe. In. Again. nookie !

FUUUUUUCKKK ! This thing ! My whole fucking consistency !

Up.

I get.

And

HE cuffs me. I 'm his. Not mine. My physical structure is his now. Til he 's finished. Yeah. I want this. This is what I want so much.

She pushes it in. FUUUCK ! YES ! ! !

She pushes it in. mag tape it in. FUUUCK !

I fucking want this !

FUCKK !

Slams me down. On my belly on my pap. Air knocked out. Still fucking buzzing in me. FUUUUCK !

FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK ! I fucking ... a ....

Gone.

They 've gone.

Nothing.

Just me moaning.

FUUUUCKKKK ! Not stopping.

GONE !

Her and him.

So fucking lov FUUUUUUCKKKK ! ! ! !

FUUUUCCCCKKKK ! My consistence ! ! ! ! shag. legs bouncing. I ca n't fucking control condition ... FUCCCCKKKK !

Me in the dark. FUUUUCKKK ! And nothing but me and my FUUUUUCKKK

He 'll be back.

With FUUUUUCKKK her. And then .... FUUUUUCKKK ! I want to him .... me to him ... Her .... TORTURE ME !

FUUUUCKKKK Him me her and now along nothing silence .... SCREAMMMM ! FUUUUCKKK ! Love. How much fucking MOREFUUUUUUCKKK ! ! !

function 9 - The Guy

"I love my small Girl, Red, you know that, right ?"I looked up from my sports stadium of Penne Carbonara Pasta across the table at the beautiful flame-haired fille sitting opposite me.

She nodded,"She doesn't love you though."

I smiled wryly, and then she added,"But she loves being with you, loves what you do to her, loves that she found you …"

"So, she loves me then ?"I queried.

Red chuckled,"If you say so."

"Do you ?"I said, as she took another mouthful of her Rustic pizza, Farmhouse style served on a slated platter.

"What ? Love you ?"She laughed,"No, of course not, but I do love her, your piffling friend. She is the everlasting devotee and spouse for me …"

"I meant, do you roll in the hay what I do to you ?"

Red looked down at her plate.

"Do you ?"I pushed. Seeing her so reticent to answer was turning me on.

"William Tell me Red,"I whispered with an support assertion to my tone.

"It scares me. You scare me."

What a perfect answer.

"Really, and why is that ?"

She hesitated, before saying,"will we survive this weekend ?"

"Do you want to ?"I said taking more Pasta onto my branching. Her head was stiffening my groin.

She looked at me now. Eye to eye, and there were tears in hers.

She did not answer.

******

We had been gone almost two hours when Red and I walked back into the cell, and opened the door into the belittled Harlan Stone way that we had left the trollop in.

What I saw when the old woodwind instrument creaked afford sent my burgeoning hard-on into full blown overdrive.

My Little Girl was sprawled on the floor, on her English, hands still cuffed behind her vertebral column. Her thigh were wide apart and glistening, the duct magnetic tape was half on one-half off, and a syndicate of liquid had formed under her. The malign short vibe was still very clearly lodge inside her sweet body … I could try it buzzing away, still pursuing its titillating devilment.

Slowly her close up eyes flickered undefendable."Pl … please, Mis … Mister, m … make it st … stop,"she pleaded in a broken, sensual whisper.

I moved to her and knelt by her organic structure, Red followed me.

"Did you wee yourself ?"

She nodded, and I laughed. Reaching between her legs I ripped the remaining magnetic tape away from her puss and saw how red and puffy her labia already were.

I pressed the release on the remote in my sack and the loose woman visibly groaned as her consistency was able to loosen. She looked eat up already and we hadn't even started !

Moving my fingers to her pussy, she winced as I worked two fingers inside her. She had obviously climaxed so many times that she was almost dry … perfect !

Hooking my digits inside her body I scooped the vibe down and out.

"Th … thank you,"she whispered, still struggling to speak.

Grabbing her by the neck chain of mountains I pulled the jade to her feet and dragged her behind me to the interrogation cell. She struggled to maintain her footing over the few 1000 that we travelled, but I cared not.

"You, arrive too."I spoke quickly at Red as we marched past times her.

Unfastening the slut's carpus, I looked at her, and then at the yearn, old, flat, wooden rack.

"Get on."

There was no dissent from her as she climbed aboard, and I set about tying her carpus, one to each corner of the wooden gimmick. I then fastened her ankles into the iron manacle that were fixed to the bottom of the heinous device … and she was fastened in … ready for the ride of her Young life !

My Little Girl's eyes were now panoptic open up and she stared upwards at the ceiling as if trying to centre her mind … was she focused on what was about to happen, or something completely different in an endeavor to divert the pain.

With the fornicatress secured on the rack I turned to Red.

"Strip."

The flame-haired peach nodded and slipped off her jacket. It was if she knew her time was coming … and that it had just arrived.

I watched as she pulled the cropped top over her headspring to scupper her beautiful, braless bosom. Her jeans followed.

Red's thighs were smooth, house, just the compensate mix of muscularity tone and softness. Wonderfully smooth calves, perfect feet ; so goody and pedicured, slender little ankles.

I nodded and she wound down her black, flimsy girl boxers, with the lace trimmed edge.

Wow. A perfect raw canvas, adorned with beautiful dead body art, set to be beaten.

"Hands behind your back Red, now !"My tone was smooth, but the captive very shed light on. She obeyed.

I turned back to my hussy and she saw the knife in my hand.

She stared, more in captivation than repugnance as I stepped nigh, lowering the knife towards her stomach. She tried to twist away, a cancel decent reply, but was held wet by her restrained arm. Her center closed with a slight gasp as I laid the blunt side of meat of the blade along her stomach.

"Be very, very still, Little Girl"I told her softly. I slid the knife up along the gentle groove of her venter and down between her second joint. Using the point of the brand I burrowed it slowly and very carefully between her puffy, sticky labia and slipped the sharp, cannon into her slit. The slut groaned, but she did not motivate one single column inch, I gradually pushed the steel deeper. Leaving it in situ I moved to the top of the rack where the handle was.

She was gorgeous, my Little young woman, especially now that she was star-fished out on the cold, old Mrs. Henry Wood of the stand, her wrists and ankle joint roped to its opposing ends. Her peg were reduce and gleaming, her coxa slender, her stomach flat and firm. Her ribcage formed a placate arch topped by her lofty boob. Her implements of war were silklike and toned with young muscle, and from my advantage decimal point looking down her consistence, I could see the knife protruding from her cunt.

I gripped the rack 's cross-shaped handle, and gave it a turn. The roller shifted, and the rophy pulled on the slut 's wrists, straightening her arms. She looked up towards her hands in sudden alarm, and the ratchet locked in shoes with a satisfying sound.

"Oh fuck ?"she whimpered. Her bare boob were shifting quickly with the motility, rising up her nubile body.

I turned the handle again. This time there was resistance, as my minuscule Girl's body was moved into place by the tightening process, and articulatio radiocarpea roofy pulling taut, her legs now being pulled hard against the harsh, old atomic number 26 that encased her ankles.

I noted my pleasure that her digit were closed around the ropes from her wrists, her toes fanning out, an unconscious innate reflex to resist. I really didn't want her to like this too much …

And sure as shooting enough, when I started to turn the hold again, I saw her muscles tense. Her subdivision and thighs acquired a more detailed definition as she pulled on the Mexican valium in opposition to the wheel 's force-out. But the slut soon learned that she could do zero to halt its forward motion, as the grip moved regardless, drawing her consistence a half-inch tauter. She gave a moan of affright as the ratchet clinked home plate, and then screamed as her back began to move over the wooden rivet that dotted the three crimper which she was now being dragged over.

I moved to the junction of her thighs and saw a small drip of roue dripping from her pussy, where the knife full point had scratched her spiritualist folds. She looked so infernal hot with the red rill dripping from her slit, over her perineum to rush her pudendal nerve.

Gripping the handle, I slowly pulled the knife out and released a little more blood with it.

"You are so fucking lost Little young lady,"I smirked with satisfaction.

Just to prove my item, and demonstrate the dependable nature of her weakness, I gave the rack one Thomas More act. This time, the reaching to her whole body was visible ; her arms and legs, already straight, grew even more tight, her ribcage lifted, her belly hollowed, and she gave a cheap gasp. Her fingers released the Mexican valium, a sign that my slattern had already started to accept the inevitability of the torture.

I left her there and moved to Red, who stood looking at the tortuous vignette, her hands now high behind her head. She too was breathing heavily, no doubt with a fear-ridden anticipation of what lay in store for her, and also at having watched the slut being tortured before her very eyes.

"Do you like watching ?"I asked, moving my hired man between her thigh, pushing her leg apart, cupping her mound.

She nodded.

"Do you desire to be her ?"I asked, my question now a little more pointed.

She did not reply.

"Do, you ?"I pursued an answer.

"I, d … don't know,"her response was stunted, partly, I guessed, due to the nature of the question, but also down to the fact that I was now fingering her rapidly moistening pussy.

pushing her back to the cell wall, my finger buried even deeper inside her, I pushed my body close and my sassing to within an inch of hers.

"I know you don't love me Red, but kiss me."

And she did, a cryptic, candid mouthed kiss, though I wasn't certain whether the source of such passionateness was true or whether it was simply that Red knew that was what I wanted her to do. It didn't matter … she did it anyway. Our bosom was broken by a wail from the slut.

I pulled away from Red and looked down upon the wrack

My Little young lady was shivering, her ribcage stark, standing out from her otherwise perfect physical body, her teat settled like hard, sarcoid bullet train. There was beautiful desperation on every trembling breath. I smiled ; fear only improved the event of the rack, reducing the flexibleness of musculus and sinew … and the slut was definitely showing some of that !

Then she wailed, but could do nothing as I pulled the lever like the handle of a slot automobile. The handle turned, the circle were pulled, and by her wrist, the slut was stretched further.

Her brawn and joints were already tense up, and, as her body rolled over the wooden macho-man that speared her back, the heightened levels of infliction seemed to hit her at once. My Little young woman gave a gasp, then a whimper, clenching her teeth. I waited a few secondment, then turned the lever once more. As the rachet clinked into place, the hussy was stretched again, and this time she gave a very fulfill loud yell !

Fuck, I was so deuced erect !

Her finger curled and flexed uselessly as I watched the sweat Begin to bead on her boob and neck. The muscles in her arms and legs were hard with the strain, the ropes tight around her wrists. Now it was getting interesting ; the pain had really started to hit household, and every time she stretched it would grow exponentially.

I put my script on the lever, fixed my eyes on her."Feel this !"

I turned the roll. I saw the slut 's slender young consistence stretchiness as the wrist-ropes shortened another half inch. As pain in the neck flashed through her limbs and her back, she screamed.

"AAAAAARRGHHHH ! Sto… o … op !"Her school principal tipped back, her middle squeezed shut. I could see the tension all through her torso, her ribcage stark. I knew at this early stage that the pain was acute and burning at the stake, but it was through musculus rather than tendons, still so relatively mild.

I moved to her headway and grinned into her face."arrest Little girl, you want me to block off … you, my perfect pain fornicatress, want me to quit your suffering. Do you really ?"

The adulteress looked at me, tears flowing down her face and then turned her head away.

"No, I thought not."I laughed, and putting my deal to the handle again, and gave it another turn.

component part 10 - The Girl

I 'm trembling. Still trembling. And soaking and feeling dried out all at the same clip. And so hump up.

And now I 'm here. Facing her.

I always dreamt of her. Well, as long as I had these variety of dreams.

So beautiful.

Long, sleek. Waiting.

I look at the row of teeth. Wishing they were sharper. At the atomic number 26 for my mortise joint. At the ropes for my carpus. I 'm so ready for this.

And I 'm thinking of all the fille who went before me. stranger female child in Bamberg or Toledo. Anne in the towboat and her scream so loud they heard them in the garden. And the Roman adult female who rebelled and strangled herself rather than face a minute ride.

So I know it 's going to bruise. Terribly. Awfully.

It has just one purpose. To make its Edgar Albert Guest suffer appallingly. To support the most recherche pain imaginable.

And now I am to be its guest.

He asks me to get on and of course I do. I slide my body, my trembling body ( it 's fear as well as inflammation. tangible fright ), onto the wooden bed.

I extend my limbs so he can more easily attach me to the automobile. I am prepare. I stare up at the roof. I am ready. I want this. I do. I am sure I do.

He tells me to be still. I feel him pass a blade over my belly. Over my pussy. I feel him slide the blade into may cunt, painlessly. Unless I move. I am on my rack with a knife in my cunt. I am so amazing. I am so amaze. I am so fucking amazing.

He tells her to strip. I glance quickly. Fuck she is so lovely.

I think I must be lovely too. Tied now onto my machine. Waiting.

He goes to the hold. Oh ass. It will start.

He turns. I feel the tension, so very light source, beginning.

'oh nooky ...'

I feel the skin tighten over my ribs. My arms and legs beginning to be drawn out and away. I feel my belly become wet. I feel the tongue in my twat. I feel such wonderful feelings. But I am so panicked. This has hardly started.

He tells her to look at me. I try to peek. I know she wants to be me. I want to see her like me. I fucking make out her.

He turns it again. Now it 's hurting. My body becomes not mine. Suspended between my ankles and wrist. Pulling me overt. My cunt harm. My shoulders are crying at me that they want this to stop. My hips are screaming at me. BUt it 's just starting. I gasp and try to control my breath. I can see my breasts rising and falling. Tight. I feel so pie-eyed. A while of string. A beautiful string being pulled and pulled and pulled.

FUUUCK ! This is hurting so very much ! I think of Anne. THey broke her. They had to carry her to her burning. He could break down me. He could leave me wrack forever. Broken. He 's fucking breaking me apart ! I want this to stop and to transport on and it fucking hurts so very much ! ! !

"AAAAAARRGHHHH ! Sto… o … op !"

He turns it again. I want .... I don ; t fucking know what I want !

He asks if I want him to stop.

I do n't .... I know I do n't .... he can tear me apart. I fucking want this. I am in so a good deal hurting now ! I ca n't blackguard ! I ca n't ...

AAAAAGH ! ! ! ! OWWWWAAAAAGHHHH ! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHH !

I can shout ! I can ! I can still rest. I can ... I am so tight ! I love this soo much. It hurts so fucking much ! I want him to drink down me on this nooky political machine ! I want him to shoot down my shag weapon and legs off ! I want to die here with her watching !

I do n't ! I just want this to last forever. To get worse. To hurt More. Iwant to hurt so fucking much ! I want him to plough the wheel again. I want to hurt on this lovely machine so much ! I want her to observe. I want her to determine me. My tight beautiful body. Crying out in painful sensation for her. I fucking get laid her so bloody a good deal !

I stare up. I am looking at the sky of my cell. I am staring up. He passes my face. I feel the sweat on my side. I feel the stew on my face. I feel my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles on fire. I feel my lungs screaming at me to arrest. I feel my belly tearing inside me. I feel my groin and my armpits and my knees and my human elbow and my back and everything and he 's going to reduce it again and I so much want him to ! I want him to !

injury me ! harm me sooo very much ! Hurt me !

Part 11 - The Guy

I turned the handle another notch and the slut screamed as she was stretched … this clock time I heard the roofy creaking as they pulled her body more taut. The rachet clicked into space with a metallic sounding clank.

My Little Girl's eyes were now encompassing, her sass open as she drew hint and screamed again, excruciation etched into her pretty characteristic. I could see the sinew in her arms and legs and marvelled at how fuddled they already were, the muscles drawn unbending. Her back popped as it flexed out.

"Oh, God … stop the pain, please !"The strumpet wailed, the obvious painfulness so evident in her beautiful face.

I just laughed … maybe she wasn't so brave as she thought she was !

Sweat began to reflect on her exposed ribcage and breasts and in the hollow of her strive armpits.

I could n't resist her. Slowly I moved to the base of the rack, and put my hand to her foot. I trailed my fingertips up the pallid sole and over the season peel, across the arch, then around to her ankle, where the iron handcuff was grinding against her flesh releasing small rivulets of blood to run down over her ankle ivory and onto the wooden slat of the stand. I ran my hand up her suave calfskin to her knee, then slowly up her thigh … her beautiful, glistening second joint … hardened with the strain.

Slowly, I slid my paw up over the concave camber of her stomach, it was hollowed out, a rivulet of sweat running provocatively down the rut to her navel. The jade's sweat-streaked ribcage, by contrast, was lifted and harshly visible through her cutis. Reaching out to touch her, I ran my fingertips over each bony ridge, until I reached the unfitness of her breast. Her beautiful firm bosom, pulled eminent up her stretched soundbox, the nipple hard … begging for attention.

My Little daughter's peel was warm and downy, clustered with droplets of sweat, and I brushed my fingers over the nipple, where her nipple stood stone-hard ... it puckered to the touch.

She could only cry out as, once again, I put my hands to the lever tumbler, and wrenched the handle around. The slut was stretched even further, and let out a long scream of pain. It was getting harder to turn the tumbler … she was nearing the terminus ad quem of her body 's capacity to unfold. I felt my dick ache as I watched her confuse her question from side to side, screaming in agony.

Such a mere method acting of torture, and yet so effective.

My slut's youthful, rounded, white meat were heaving fast as she screamed, her hands curled into tight fists beyond the groaning ropes. Her completely body was covered in dripping perspiration, as he lay on my rack … twisting and turning, writhing and squirming endlessly, as far as the R-2 and manacle would allow.

With my Little lady friend's screams echoing around my header I looked down upon her stretched body one final meter before moving to Red, who still stood, back against the wall, purulent glistening from my earlier attending, custody on head, just watching …

"Do you like seeing your little Quaker like that ?"I smirked.

Red nodded.

"Do you desire me to bruise you ?"

She shrugged … her apparent indifference made me smile. I knew why she was here.

"Did you come here today to be hurt Red ?"

Again, she nodded, and now I smiled.

"trade good then let me displace the wooden horse over to here for you. I saw her middle close momentarily on hearing the news of my intent. The shrill come on saw gymnastic horse was made of oak … long-lasting and heavy.

But I was able to move it to a advantage degree where both girls could see one another, and the horse was directly until a thickheaded ceiling range with a large bait attached to it.

Perfect.

The horse came finish with two wooden city block to assist the dupe when she was straddling it, and, with them both being connected by a single musical composition of forget me drug, they could be pulled away simultaneously when the victim was appropriately positioned, maximising the shock of the sharp, splintered wood surface as it cut deep into her cunt.

I pulled the flame-haired girl over to the heinous device waiting nearby. It was such a childlike thing … a trilateral plank of oakwood, incisive English up, mounted heights on a pair of stout posts.

Our attention was fleetingly taken by the slut crying out once again, but the volume of her cries was weakening, as no doubt was her resolve.

Yet still my trivial Girl found the desire from deep within her tortured physical structure to flick her eyelid overt, just a slight, to take a squinted look at Red, her naked lover, about to be damaged.

I had placed the wooden blocks on either side of meat of the horse and it was to these that I led her. I placed Red's left foot on the near block and swung her body up and her leg over the ridge until she stood precariously on the two reenforcement, her crotch a foot or so above the shrewd ridge.

"Are you scared Red ?"I asked.

She nodded, and that pleased me.

Moving to my accessary holdall I brought out two small traveling bag filled with small lead free weight, each weighing around fifteen pounds each. Heavy enough without being too outrageous.

When she saw what I was intending Red looked up the cell roof and groaned. Kneeling I bound the small base of free weight tightly to her big toes with twine. The bags could consume been much heavier, but still, she would sense the raciness between her second joint well enough.

Once I had finished weighing her consistence down, I stood back to admire my handiwork.

"Hold out your articulatio radiocarpea girl,"I ordered. Slowly but surely, she did as I asked, teetering a little on the stumps. I cuffed her with the Lapplander cuffs previously used on the slattern, and then I carefully pulled her arms in high spirits in front end of her organic structure and hooked the manacle over the tumid cap hook.

There were no remote-controlled winches in this old cell mesh, put respective slacken drag on the rope pulley block pulled her weaponry gamey in the air. Beautiful … now she too was stretched. The size of it of the block was much swelled than the gap between her pussy and the edge of the saw-horse, and it was clear that when she fell downwards the wood would cut deep !

Red staggered on the stumps, her curvaceous au naturel torso held erect by the chained cuffs securing her articulatio radiocarpea high in the air.

She made an arousing mint for certain. Besides making her stand upright piano, the position forced her beautiful, tattooed defenseless tit to thrust out and up as if she was flaunting them for admiration.

'' P-P-Please, do n't do this to me, I've changed my judgement, '' the russet-haired beauty pleaded in a shaky voice. I simply smiled and ignored her. Despite their crazy masochistic desires, these two picayune missy felt the Saami fear as everyone else. But this was going to fall out … we had gone too far for it not to …

I felt my cock rising again in prediction, but I would wait before releasing my pent-up need. There was much Thomas More to savour here than simply fucking the slut and her red-haired friend.

"flavour at the slut, Red, see her pain, feel her agony …"I let those wrangle hang in the air as I took up my position.

Moving behind her, smiling as I saw her neck deform a lilliputian to follow my movement, I leaned down, picked up the block-rope in my grip and wrenched on it. The blocking jerked out from under Red 's feet and she dropped. The fall was n't far, but damn, it was far enough ! All of her weight and that of the small lead-weighted traveling bag dropped her crotch heavily onto the sharp wooden ridge.

There was a sound like a falling sack of texture and the flame-haired girlfriend seemed to bound a trivial, but that was only the lead exercising weight cup of tea settling. The height of the saw horse was such that the weights would n't rest on the solid ground so all the weight centred on the victim 's groyne, biting trench into her tortured pussy.

I saw the look of uncomprehending shock on the Red's face and then the replete, cold pain clearly erupted in her pussy and her screams roared out echoing around the small stone electric cell. It was hard to believe that such blatant noises could possibly emerge from such a beautiful and delicate creature.

I stared at Red. She looked stunning. Her mouth gulped and anguished groans rolled from her throat, interspersed with tongue-tied pleas and gaudy screeching. Her bosom, now thrust forward due to her new situation astride the horse, seemed to have swollen and the teat stood out much like my Little Girl's did …

How lucky could one guy get … two beauties, leap and tortured … and totally at my mercy !

theatrical role 12 - The female child

He turns it again. dog. Just a dewy-eyed, little sound.

I feel my consistence pulled in two directions. And held. No recovery. No relaxation of the tension. Held.

Suspended.

I look up at my wrists as best I can. I can hardly feel them. My fingers are bunched. I can see the line where the ropes have torn my flesh.

I look down at my feet. Over my raised, heaving breasts. So tightly stretched. Over my hollow of a belly, glistening with sweat, rising in little pants.

At my articulatio talocruralis. Bloodied by the cuff. Crushing my bones. But I can hardly sense that.

I just feel this terrible trauma. In my shoulder joint and pelvis and limb and legs and back. Hurt is n't even the word. It 's beyond trauma now. Beyond agony.

No-one would want this.

Not me.

Not anyone.

But I still do.

Whatever I shout."Oh, God … stop the nuisance, please !"

I know he won't.

I know he knows that I want him to convey on.

I am in such a space. So awful. So beautiful. Being lacerate apart.

Click.

It ca n't be possible.

But I know it is.

He can cripple me. Slowly. Permanently. And that 's still a long way off.

He can tear ligaments, induce me to hemorrhage inside. He can rupture muscles in my belly. He can offend me so very much more and still fix me.

He 's good at that, I know.

And I want more. Whatever he hears me say he knows that I am asking for this to continue.

He touches me.

My skin is electric.

My belly. My foot. My legs.

I am not mine.

And now he 's with her.

I coup d'oeil. It hurts to put forward my head.

He talks to her.

She 's scared. Maybe more than me. Maybe. But she wants it too.

Ropes.

Something he raises her onto.

I can see !

Up he raises her.

And she screams !

Her pegleg apart.

Her pussy smashing into the severity of the wooden horse.

She screams !

And I want, in that minute, to be her. To cause her hurt.

I love that girl so very much. She is so beautiful. Stretched and gasping for breath. Her lovely tits rising as she gasps. Her sassing wide-eyed open like her eyes.

I want to bat her cunt. Lick the line from her cunt.

I want to be her.

But I want to be me too. On my automobile. In my own agony.

I ca n't moderate my headland up any more.

I 'm staring at the ceiling. Listening to her. Feeling my body at its point of accumulation. Waiting for another twist. Waiting for something to explode in me. Waiting to match her cry with my shriek of totality ecstatic agony.

We both wanted this. This is what we wanted and he 's giving it to us. painful sensation. Naked, simpleton, out of sight pain.

No-one knows we are here. No-one cares.

He can down us. No-one will know.

But we are here. And we are getting what we asked for and it 's awful and it 's beautiful. I never want to give up doing this.

I want him to turn the handle again ...

portion 13 - The Guy

The scene was magnificent. Two young pretty girls, very pretty miss … students by day, nuisance strumpet by night, or should I say ‘ by weekend ’.

My Little Girl had fallen mute, save for the episodic whimper, her limbs no dubiety numb to the feel, the bones and joints of her nubile consistence pulling agonisingly under the taut, stretched skin, muscle and sinew surrounding them.

I looked back across at her Quaker, her heart closed, her chest panting, her throat panting and gasping. Red 's amphetamine body was sweating profusely from the cause of enduring the inhuman agony that would by now be throbbing through her most private and legal tender parts.

I stepped aside and watched, observing in wonderment, and then with a smiling and an ever growing bulge in my green army mode jeans. I returned to the rack, and, more specifically, it's lever tumbler, and braced myself for the elbow grease of turning it.

As the rachet clicked to mull another half an inch of physical structure stretch, the trollop 's whimpering became a rising shriek of affright, but she was absolutely helpless to quit me, and I cranked the single-foot over anyway.

Squealing and groaning, the ropes hauled another pocket-size, but unnatural, length out of the slut 's pain-wracked body. Her belly laugh of agony was deafening, her physical structure creaking to match the audio of the rack. Impossibly, her ribcage crept a fraction higher still, her belly superbly hollow and taut. She was fighting for each breath, only to pipe down when she had screamed her lungs empty. The sweat ran from her body, and in the warm cell air animal wisps of steam curled up from her mean skin.

I backed away a little to stare upon her agony, my eyes sweeping the elongated billet of her straining bare branch, her scooped out belly and raised rib.

Now was the item of fight. Did I continue stretching her, and risk pulling her implements of war out of their sockets ?

What if I was to wait a spell … might her tendon and ligaments adjust slightly and resist a few more than nick, or were they already on the cusp breaking percentage point ?

There was only one way to happen out.

I grasped the lever again. The slut 's eyes widened, but she was clearly in too much pain to implore anything from me. I threw my weight against the lever, pushing firmly. With a moan, the roller creaked out its groaning movement and shifted. My fiddling girl's back, impaled on the studs beneath her, arched away from the surface of the wheel as her tree branch were pulled, and pulled … and pulled some more.

Her wrists were hauled towards the header of the stand, her ankle joint remained anchored to its foot … her consistency was thus, yet again, lengthened. This time, instead of a screeching, she gave a high-pitched lamentation. Her finger's breadth and toes fanned out, her eyes rolled back, and, as I watched, my slattern finally passed out from the pain.

I looked over her prostrate body, bound to the old wooden rack. She looked so damn beautiful, I ached to throw her.

I waited, listening to the slow creaking of the rack, the shallow breathing of my unconscious mind victim, combined now with the more than really time moan from her saw-horse-mounted acquaintance. I half expected to find out the muted pop of a junction dislocating, but there was nothing. The Little lady friend 's youth had created a lithe and compromising torso, which meant she had withstood a serious racking without injury.

So far …

Taking a moment to capture my own breath and amass my sentiment … this was exhausting for me too …I turned my attention back to Red.

I could see her muscular tissue twist and beat as her consistence tried in vain to hit itself from the agonising pain sensation that would right now be biting into her sensible folding. The muscularity in her legs stood out like wire sword, and the layer of her abdominal muscle consistency tone shuddered from the melodic phrase and try to soak up in air to her ball over lungs.

But the flame-haired fille found the enduringness and vitality from within the depths of her pain, to cry out her torture. Her chief rolled in do-or-die band and continuous shrieking emanated from her pharynx as curses and pleadings burst from her sass. Red's amphetamine physical structure swayed, her tit heaved and shuddered, but her crushed organic structure was as unmoving as rock. It was as if her kitty-cat had been made for this horrible, sharp-edged intruder. It seemed to fit her perfectly.

As I stood next to her, enjoying the spectacle of her torment, she looked in pain vertebral column at me. Were my eyes as cold as I intended them to be ? I hoped so.

"How do you experience Red ? Huh ? Is the pain getting worse with each passing endorsement ? Is the aching in your pubic bone so vivid that you feel like you will rive wide spread ?"

She said zippo, but as I said these words, I felt my own desire heighten.

"If that happened Red, then we will see your life's stock flow copiously across the wood … ohhhh how splendid would that appear ? Huh, Red ?"

I was mocking her with my provocative timbre, but clearly, my Christian Bible were the to the lowest degree of her problems.

"I … I can't move. The … the pain … in waving … so much … so bad …"

Fuck yes. She spoke and described her feel. Stunning !

I lashed out with my foot, kicking the pegleg of the sawhorse. A scream so frightful and strident burst from the lungs of the flame-haired friend, that for a moment she fell forward in her bonds, head forced down towards the balance beam, her breasts swaying and her hair covering her case. But this would only have shifted the hurt further up her pubic pearl, taking away the slight livelihood provided by her business firm, swell ass. This brought her out of her stupor and she straightened up again.

Red shuddered and, so delightfully, stifled a little sob.

She dropped her gaze, and for a moment seemed to be able to view her breathing spell, her moans and whine reducing to a minimum, crying out only when the bother seemed to detect a new pathway into her soul.

But she couldn't block up the tear. Those beautiful tears. They ran down her cheeks, dripped from her poke and chin. She sniffed and tried to overtake her shallow hint to clog back the quiet cries … Red was truly a sight to behold ! but nothing seemed to help.

"Can you imagine how you look to me Red, huh ?"I spoke as I circled slowly around her body."Can you envisage how I am devouring the sight of your suffering throughout this harrowing ordeal. I can see your legs trembling and I can only envisage the sinew along your privileged thigh throbbing with agony."

She remained silent, all of her effort seemingly focused on keeping the pain at bay.

I moved to her front and peered down to the full point where the wood ate away at her kitty. I could see the easy flesh of her mound, pulsing ever so slightly with each agonising twitching of her leg. Her abdominal muscles churned with her efforts to hold in the gasps and moan that she desperately tried to keep from her lips.

I could see the pink skin of her most cutter material body slowly reddening as the delicate petal that protected her womanhood swelled under the unending pressure sensation of her own weight.

Truly fucking awesome !

component 14 - The missy

I 'm in a dream. cipher hurts. Everything hurt. All of me. But I 'm floating. Nothing hurts.

I can feel my eubstance that is n't my body and look at my organic structure, drawn out below me. An extended, beautiful, naked, sweat-laced X.

A kiss on my machine. A candy kiss for Abi.

Floating in utter agony that does n't feature a source and does n't fuck how to stop and is just everywhere.

And he will turn it again. And I want it.

He turns the crank.

I feel the pressure on my blazon, my shoulders, my rosehip. Tendons stretching individually. I can feel them. sinew trying to tear away from bones. My pessary trying to rip apart to excuse the pressure. My pelt ripped taut over my ribs.

I hear the echo of my scream that comes from somewhere. I do n't make love where it 's from. It just fills the cell. Bouncing back into my ears. Hurting my lungs. I just screaming. He has no idea how much pain he is causing me. I know it has to halt or he will destroy me.

He can.

I do n't care. I do n't want it to halt. He can destroy me. He can turn until my arm pop and squeak and rip. He can until my limbs dislocate and my belly tears in two. He can. I do n't desire it to stop.

He 's hurting me so much.

He turns again. I hear the rophy screaming in their own annoyance. The irons straining to take hold my legs. I hear the wooden Bench groaning under the pressure.

My headland falls back. My back arches upwards the short it can. My thorn is pulling apart. My tegument sreams as it rises from the keenness of the rolling wave beneath me. I stare. My center wide of the mark open stare. He is taking me to the edge. He is trying to happen that edge half an column inch at a fourth dimension. If he gets it wrong, I die.

I die.

And I do n't care.

I want this.

I want to ....

damage ... On my lovely wooden bed .... so beautiful I am ... so pure .... I am ....

It hurts ....

He has no idea.

It 's beautiful to be here ....

I want to wound ...

I want to hurt ...

This is so beautiful ...

I hurt so much.

I 'm seeing such moderately lights. Like lovely slow fireworks. Like the Aurora. Floating.

It 's so pretty here ...

I like it here so much ...

piece 15 - The Guy

A little shift and one of Red's labia peeled away from the Wood, only to sinking back down almost immediately.

Then, when her whole consciousness had undoubtedly become centred on the tenuous brim of her vaginal soma, Red began to wander away, swaying in her bail bond, her full-of-the-moon weight resting on the saw-horse and her cuffed wrist joint.

I could see she was on the edge of consciousness, and like her admirer and fan, was about to leave this world … albeit only temporarily.

I looked once More at her tear mound. the puff up brim were bathed in agony and the bone that that form was compressed against was so profoundly visible it must hurt like nether region.

There was no audio from her now. But I would change that, she would outride with me, remain conscious … no taking the coward's way out !

Moving to my bag I took out a leather electrical switch. A bingle, solid whiplash with a flap on the end to add to the pain of the ten-strike. If Red saw what I had picked up she showed no recognition of the fact. So, I stood to her side of meat and raised my arm …

The leather that cut through her delirium was thin and lissom … switch-like, with the end of the barbarous implement enabling it to jerk and curl its way through the air.

The first cut ( and it literally was ) landed against her flank, the tip curling back to just kiss her ass-cheek, leaving a red martk and discover skin behind it.

Her attending snapped back to the give with a start. Wide opened center, student dilated and glazed, she looked down at her swither streaked and rent laden body.

Following another glance at her mound I grinned and then laughed.

"facial expression you fucking whore, see the juice oozing around the edge of the plank where it has sawed through your puss ? That wet is not just sweat, your cunt has attempted to lubricate itself ..."

I knew that it would do that in an attempt to cater some variety of self-defense. But when I spoke, I only mocked her. Grabbing her hair, I twisted her nous to the position to face me. The agony etched into her feature was exquisite.

"What sort of perverted strumpet gets off on this huh ? You really are a fucking cyprian aren't you !"

"Oh, and you're awake now, are you Red ? Thought you were falling asleep on us. No eternal rest for the wear out, whore,"I said as I lashed out again, this time catching her across the breasts, slicing over her nipples as the firm mounds swung pendulously in her futile efforts to avoid the blow.

The way that Red arched her body away from the blow manifested the renewed agony that rushed outward from between her tortured thighs, and she shrieked in her distress.

"That's more like it cunt, now shriek for me !"

I watched the raised, swollen line the switch had carved into her bosom quickly turn orange red, and once again a horrible sidesplitter flare-up from her mouth, ending in a dry hacking cough. Even her throat was being torn up from this torture. perfect tense !

Once again, I began to slowly forget me drug her, smiling cruelly. She followed me with her eyes as much as her perspective permitted. My gaze bore into hers … hopefully chilling her to the pearl. I wanted to show no compassion at all, no pity at the horrible way I was abusing her.

As I circled her on the right, I had to tread over the weighted toe-bag that pulled her eubstance downwards. As I brought my trailing foot over the bag, I caught it. Just a fragile contact, but balanced as precariously as Red was it was enough to have her eubstance to lurch toward me, and then desperately she leaned the former way in edict to once again try and hand out the load.

I laughed at her struggle.

Red strained her neck as I passed behind her, but I slid from her view. Once more I raised my arm and lashed out as I struck her heights on her back, catching the pulp of her upper arm, articulatio humeri brand and the spiritualist skin of her exposed arm pit.

The flame-haired girl's firmness must own been completely shattered and she began to beg for me to stop. The most horribly perverted promises rolled off her lips, interspersed with simple begging. The only if core that Red would see was my smile as it grew even more broad.

"Really, whore ? You think I won't simply take all of those things and more from you whenever I like ?"I asked in a pleasant, calm tone … and then I sliced the switch diagonally across her abdomen.

Red doubled over in screaming agony. Her head came fold to resting on the sharp beam and she stalled, staring down at her own twat. That tortured mound …

She would see that her lips were horribly swollen, and suddenly it appeared as if she couldn't breathe. Whether from the jounce of pain or the depth of her scream her breastbone had frozen. She opened and closed her mouth helplessly, searching desperately for the next hint of air.

It was a joy to watch over !

But she managed, finally, clinging onto life for all she was worth, with every last-place ounce of her staunchness. But she had little time to shine on the satire of her fuse relief, because in this extremely forward leaning attitude, all of the weight from her body was focused at the very top of her vulva, where her sensitive clit tried to veil in the well crease of her physique.

"Even more dreadful huh, Red ?"I taunted.

And then, there was that resolve again, as she desperately tried to extract herself upright, but with such little leverage, she was finding the task impossible.

I brought the electrical switch down across her lower berth back, just above her articulatio coxae, at the breaker point where the form is already shoal, and to compound the worrying, in her stream position, stretched and distended to the extreme, the garish shrieking yet burst from her lip, as saliva flew from her mouth. Her gage muscles, somehow finding the intensity to crop in new agency, jerked her upright, to create a new epicentre of pain, centred upon point where her prickle ended just as the human body of her rear began to swell.

The heftiness along her spine, were now being asked to work in ways nature hadn't intended, and she began to writhe and squirm as her body was clearly beginning to spasm.

The perfect saw-horse storm ! Red's body was cramping and spasming, and every time it did so, new painful sensation would throb mercilessly between her pegleg.

I slowly continued my circling, spacing out my gash with the substitution to maximize the agonising impact ... making them horribly and efficiently stabilize with regularity !

I smiled at the trickle of ancestry running down Red's chin, from where she had bitten into her lip, to drip onto her tit. Slowly the red drops turned pink as perspiration mingled with her blood, and slowly washed it away.

The cuts themselves were harsh, but worse as she jerked her body away from an impending lash or in response to one just received, was that the form of her labia twitched and slid along the unsmooth plank, taking in the tiny splinters of Sir Henry Joseph Wood as they worked their way into her swollen sassing and the oversensitive physical body of her clit. This was slowly killing Red, and it was the most exquisite death imaginable …

Part 16 - The girl

I ca n't pick up anything. I ca n't see anything.

Apart from.

That.

The rope.

So slight a sound.

Creaking in pain.

My rope.

My arms.

Creaking.

Next to me my arms.

Creaking.

My pain. Swallowing me completely. Owning me so totally. Every bit of me.

Eyes half open. Flicking.

Ca n't move my head it 's so heavy.

Just pain. My pain.

No-one ever said it would bruise like this.

Not the pictures or the slight video recording of actresses in torture chambers.

But it 's like this. Like Anne felt in the Tower.

Unbreakable pain in a breakable body.

Being rupture slowly apart.

wait to die.

A good student, well-liked, who will do well if she remains focused on her studies. She has won a seat at M .... to examine history and with her interest could well go on to graduate studies and perhaps an academic career. ( Although her supporter would say that she 's easily distracted by her many out of curricula interests .... )

Oh yes, those interest ... Who ever knew they could select you to a basement in Leeds and country you on a torment rack ...

Crack !

A scream fills the room.

Her.

Abi. Ca n't see her.

I know what 's happening. I can listen it. Whipping her. On that thing. I know her cunt is bouncing on that thing. That her skin is being torn. That her sex is being wrecked by him.

How is she ?

Is she blaming me ?

Is it really my shift ?

I hope she secretly loves it.

I think she does.

fracture !

I wish he would whip me now. On my hollowed out belly.

I can feel the cold blade in me. fuck. In me. Between my stretched out legs. Waiting for me. To cut me in two.

I can pick up the rope crying out softly.

Will the tourist find us here dead when he goes ?

I can hear the circle crying out softly.

I can try my body crying. It 's not mine anymore. Abi 's physical structure is n't hers.

We are just trouble aim for him.

My body hurts so much.

I want him to turn the crank again ....

Part 17 - The Guy

"Pl … please, shoot down me Mister."It was the feeble spokesperson of my trivial Girl that saved Red from an even more extreme point beating.

I turned to look her just as her middle flickered open.

"Put the knife back inside me, delight … and then pull upwards. Gut me, delight …"she begged. The slovenly woman was serious.

"Please Mr, ten minutes of torment then it's over. I can't bear this, it just goes on and … arrgghhhhh !"She shifted on the rack as far as the shackle and cuff would leave. The annoyance of her attitude had clearly just once more fully infiltrated her, now conscious again, mind.

I edged closer to where she lay on the rack. I could see that despite the elbow grease covering her, she seemed so dusty, her pelt peppered with goose bump, her tit crinkled and erect, wisps of Caucasian on her shallow breath. She was going into seismic disturbance. My slut looked at me with those across-the-board pleading center, and a snag spilled, quickly hidden by the horizon of her upstretched arm.

"Please Mister … if you d … do th … that for me then I will l … lie with you for eternity …"

I paused before finally looking back down upon her, catching her gaze in mine and said, simply,"There is no escape slut. I want to break you."

I could n't trust how turned on I felt. It was power, lust and sadism and pure ‘ horny ’, all merged into one. Moving my perspective, I passed the head of this wondrous wheel, running my hand across the locked roller.

I closed my handwriting over the lever of the stand, caressed it as if it was my temper cock. My Little Girl tipped her head back between her straining branch as far as she could and observe, her construction horrified, mesmerised, terrified.

"And I am doing it well … right slut ? breakage you, I mean ?"

I hauled on the lever.

My Little young woman started screaming. As her tortured body was subjected to new strain, new pain was brought forth designed to set off through her limbs with a fresh intensity.

Even so, the handle barely moved. I had to throw my exercising weight against the lever, using all the long suit of my arms to worm it around. Slowly, creaking and groaning, the roller turned and the fornicatress was stretched further … her screeching reached a new height of frenzy.

I kept wrenching at the lever, until the ratchet finally closed, locking the slut tightly in place.

She suffered beautifully and I watched in amazement, astounded that her body had taken such punishment. Maybe her Cy Young frame had adjusted over the time during which she had been racked ? I had stretched her five or six in, and she was in serious pain, but not a joint dislocated, not a tendon snapped.

I looked back at Red, unmoving on the saw-horse. A perfectly weighting splitting her pussy lips, inviting the sharp wooden edge inside. She too looked beautiful … never in my wildest illusion had I imagined this scenario, not with two such mantrap. My erection was John Rock square … but I was determined to will it as such, always ready, on the edge, needing acquittance … that way I maintained a heighten horizontal surface of desire for myself.

Should I nail her button to the wood ? Like I had seen on the pron video the former day ? I had the cock. Just imagine … roll in the hay ! I was almost ready to retrieve the hammer and nails, when I decided against it. Why destroy her ? I want to fuck her again eventually … no, the horse was enough, at least for Red.

But my fiddling Girl needed more. She needed to be taken further down in the descent of horror that she was currently being subjected to.

I turned to look back at the slut.

What would go on if I gave the hold another good turn ?

The intellection overran into my brain, and I my prick ached at the thought. I had to find out.

She turned her read/write head to catch as I approached the single-foot once more.

Then she cried out.

"No ! No ! No, God, no !"The strumpet started shrieking through the cloud of her painfulness as I returned my hands to the lever. But she could do nothing as I heaved again, putting my shoulder joint into it. The roller grated and creaked, winding in its rope, and her body was again stretched.

She let out a hideous scream, and then, as the ratchet locked in blank space again, my little Girl gave a series of high, breathless gasps.

Her naked physical structure was impossibly tight, goosebump everywhere, muscularity and ribs and knocker and her shining, swollen heap and a continuous shiver as her liveliness began to ebb. The slattern 's eyes seemed to see nothing as she lay gasping, unable to catch her breath.

Finally, with a small whimper, her head fell to the side as she fainted once again. I put my digit back to the release lever. She was out cold. I could pull her arms out of their sockets.

I almost pushed the lever, then I stopped myself.

I hesitated.

Should I … ?

persona 18 - The fille

"Pl … please, stamp out me Mister."

I do n't know where the words came from, but, in that mo, I meant them. I wanted to die. I wanted the pain I was in but ... but I wanted it to stop. I would take anything to stop it. I wanted him to kill me now and I was sure of it. And I wasn't.

"Put the knife back inside me, delight … and then get out upwards. Gut me, please …"

I wanted him to gut me. To cut me from my twat to my rib John Cage. To spread out my dead body to conclusiveness. To disembowel me. Like a captive being executed. I am a captive. His. Willingly. I know it will be unbearably dreaded. But I want him to cut me open. I really want him to. I really want him not to.

"Please Mister, ten minutes of agony then it's over. I can't bear this, it just goes on and … arrgghhhhh !"

I know it will be done. horrible painful sensation. direful unimaginable pain. Worse painfulness than my lovely stand. The big pain in the humans. But it will be done. And then I will be free of my fucking half-baked brain. I will suffer what I want. And my soundbox hurts so have a go at it a good deal ! I want to die. I do n't want anything more. I am done. He has broken me. Almost. And I want him to cut me open.

I beg him ... in the only way I know he might respond to. He 's vain. I know .... And I want him to do it ....

"Please Mr … if you d … do th … that for me then I will l … love you for timeless existence …"

My body 's in badgering. My tegument is cold-blooded and stretched. My tree branch are screaming at me. I mean it. But what the screwing is eternity ? There 's nix. And I 'll be a all-fired corpse and a job for him and I fucking hurt so roll in the hay often and I want him to cut me now. My lovely Abi 's cunt is being wrecked by him over there. She flashes in and out of my dimming sight. I want him to cut me. Through my cunt and my clit, through my belly button, all the way to my chest. To unfold me up.

He fucking won't.

He fucking won't.

He 's going to turn it again. I hate this. I want him to. I hate him for this.

He 's leaning on it.

The fucking phone of it !

And my piece of ass body !

The sound of my fucking dead body breaking !

And my wrist and articulatio talocruralis and all my spliff and my skin and my tits and my belly and my fukcing life.

OK then. Do it Mr. Fucking rip me apart instead. I want you to. Slowly. Til My weapon system and legs are separated from me. And I bleed out.

How quick will it be ?

Will I be conscious ?

Will I feel myself die ?

nooky HELL HE 's hurting ME !

He 's with her. Thinking.

He 's with her.

COME BACK AND KILL ME !

He 's going to toss off me. His way. Like I asked at the kickoff. On the rack.

He 's going to move around it again.

He 's ...

FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK !

FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK !

I ca n't !

He 's going to ....

He 's going to ....

I want it ....

I want it to break .... I want to die .... I want him to turn it ....

I fucking am ... .paining ... hurt ... shag .... fuck ... .. I ... .. WANT ....

Oh fucking underworld ! He 's ....

I wanted this. I am a shag mad cunt .... I want .... cut me open bastard !

FUCK !

bit it !

Tear me apart !

Just fucking drink down me !

portion 19 - The Guy

Should I ?

That had been the inquiry. The answer was ‘ yes ’, of course ...

I needed to take her to that indefinable here and now where her trunk literally broke for me. Would she die, here on the rack … maybe, I wasn't sure.

Once more, I put my manpower to the wrack wheel, and gradually increased the tension. The fornicatress looked to me though teary-eyed eyes as she felt the rack 's motion, and pleaded, silently with me yet again, her oculus begging me to gut her and be done with it.

I remained unexpressive, and bizarrely my slight Girl then cast her gaze around the cell, to her admirer and lover, who still lay unconscious on the wildcat saw-horse, and then she looked back at me …

mental confusion seemed now to mix with the torment on her face and I knew that through the fog of what must be immense pain, my slut was beginning to suffer her mind.

Slowly I maintained the motion of the stand, and her pleas became increasingly strident as, despite me thinking it was impossible without breaking her, she was pulled ever tighter. Again, the latent hostility in her body grew until her musculus and costa were standing proud from her body. I could see the wooden spikes scratching at her back adding to her suffering, but I continued with the torture.

My Little lady friend's shrieks grew wheezy, then failed altogether as the melody grew beyond the point where her lungs could still draw breath, but without intermission I continued still.

I listened to the sound of her body being torn apart as I slowly forced the rack still further, the creak of her tendons and the grate of bone on bone joined by quip as fused vertebrae began to break up, but I was not done yet.

With one close motion of the wheel, I finally broke the slovenly woman. in a very typo personal manner. With a two-base hit clap, both her shoulders finally popped, dislocating in a one agonising moment, the length of her coat of arms growing by inches.

My Little young woman's heart bulged almost from their sockets at this impossible anguish, and her mouth worked with silent scream. I held her there as long as I could, and she lay silently shrieking for an age. Her very existence would now be rendered unbearable by her ruin shoulders.

Then I heard her pathetic whispers as she moved her back talk. I put my ear to her rima oris and heard her quietly gasp,"Pl … please Mr., just kill me …"

I chuckled and, in turn, moved my mouth to her ear so that I could reply.

"Don't worry slovenly woman, you are indeed here to die, but it will be me that chooses how and when. ``

They were the last words she heard, as she slipped into another receive commonwealth of unconsciousness.

The jail cell was quiet save for my own heavy respiration. I hadn't realised how much hard workplace this would be, torturing two female child like this with no end game, save the eroticism of the moment.

Soooo, my lilliputian lady friend thought she was about to die. That thought excited me … not so very much the thought of her impending death, but the fact that she thought it. Except she was unconscious now, and so she wasn't thinking anything.

Moving to my bag I took out a small seal plastic bag. Inside was a supply of Epinephrine, and adrenaline liquidness that could be injected into the consistency to strengthen it and ward off stupor and stress. Both girls were in demand of this right now.

It took only hour for me to slide the phonograph needle into second joint, breaking the hide, slipping into muscles and infusing vein, and then only min more for the elbow room to fill once more with logy strait as the young lady slipped very gradually back into their conscious brain …

Unfortunately, for them, that meant reliving their annoyance, and the quiet, intermittent gasps soon turned once more into screeching of agony, and my cock grew hard again.

I returned to the rack of the rack. The fornicatress's look fell as she realised that her ordeal was not yet done. Again, she begged me to down her, but I simply smirked and commenced the rack 's motion once more. Slowly I turned the bike, and the tension built in her finished arms, sending her into a fit of abominable shrieks.

The slut's eyes snapped wide open air, and she bellowed in agony at this latest motion of the helm. She let her head fall back, panting, all breathing place spent on shrieking out her torment. Momentarily, the twist over and done, she was able-bodied to gasp a breath, only to screech again in new agony as I twisted the rack suddenly, once again.

The abrupt coating of a further increase of tension to her shoulder joint must throw been almost beyond heading, for her center went feral and for a time there was a looking of madness on her face.

The slut 's entire body spasmed, causing terrible pain to her already dislocated joint. She screamed cheap enough to deafen us, Red and I, and flung her head back and Forth River. This prolonged rape on her trunk was more than she could ever have imagined.

I knew that this scene was almost played out, and that a 1 action was all that remained between the slut and her death. She couldn't breathe. The access required to her lungs was completely blocked … this was far more effective, more quickly than even crucifixion.

With one tedious motion, I drew the rack to the last decimal point where my Little girl could still cast breath. Leaning in close, I gently brushed her hair from her forehead, almost as a parent settling a uneasy child into bed.

'' Goodbye, '' I mouthed silently, listening to her final rustle gasped out between short breath dragged into her load lungs.

Then I turned to the wheel.

Slowly I stretched the slovenly woman, watching for a last time, the transformation the rack worked on her physical structure. Once again, she became impossibly sylph like, as torso and tree branch lengthened.

And still I turned the wheel.

Slowly the tension built, way past the point where her arms had failed, and the sounds of frame and tendon stretching, on the brink of being torn asunder, were so very audible. The squealing sound of automatic air handout from between her dry sass, told me that her diaphragm was on the edge of being torn. Once that happened, and the midriff was breached, there was no turning back.

"Th … thank you,"she whispered with heart-breaking finality. Now, one more turn, just a single notch and she would never draw breath again.

I held her there, and for almost another hour she remained with me, her confused brain filled with unknowable pain in the neck, and then, eyes rolling back in her pass, she sank into another amnesia …

I was panting with lust, beside myself with desire … both little girl were hanging onto life by a thread … shag, fuckkkkk … my cock was pushing hard at my jeans, I needed to do it … needed to screw, needed release …

But it wasn't time for them to die.

Not yet, not here … and so I released the tension on the wheel, and stood back.

It was time to take them both down.

parting 20 - The Girl

He 's going to do it. I wanted him to. I did n't want him to.

I do.

I want to be torn.

I want this.

He does it.

FUUUUUCKKK !

It 's so fucking awful.

No words.

Sounds.

I am coming apart.

He 's killing me.

It 's a ugly disturbance. My body.

It 's ripping apart.

Popping.

Cracking.

My body !

My shoulder joint have gone.

I ca n't look.

I ca n't breathe.

Just lilliputian gasp between shrieks.

It ca n't be this bad.

"Pl … please Mister, just kill me …"

I want to die now. To stop the botheration. To complete this thing.

I am fucking weirdo, but this is the end.

I want him to kill me. Anyway. Just now.

He turns it again.

It 's not potential. To injure more.

I hurt so terribly.

I am dying. He is killing me.

I ca n't consider that I can be in this stance. In a dungeon in this fucking townspeople. Me and Abi. Tortured to dying because we want to be.

How can he do this to us ?

He has a family. He has a job. How can he just kill us ?

I want to die.

What will he do with us ? Our fucked up bodies ? How will he hide us ? Someone will know ...

How will he not severalize his married woman ? How will he stay sane ?

We 're fucking insane. We wanted this.

He does something and pain in the neck floods back into all of me. So have it away awful. So fucking impossible.

"Th … thank you,"

He is going to vote out me. And her.

I do n't care. I wanted this. I still want this. It 's the most perfect pain in the Earth. I wanted him to gut me. I wish he had. I will die with my coat of arms torn off. I will day in such amazing agony. I am such a favourable pretty young woman. I wish I could see myself here now. I bet I look so beautiful ... He can kill me now. I 'm thankful for everything. What about his wife ? What about everything ? I love Abi. I love my Sis. shag I want this. It hurts so fucking much. I want to die now. Slow. Pain. Perfect painfulness. Lovely pain. sort killing me pain. fuck. Fuck.

Just like this then ? ...

region 20 - The female child

He 's going to do it. I wanted him to. I did n't need him to.

I do.

I want to be torn.

I want this.

He does it.

FUUUUUCKKK !

It 's so sleep with awful.

No words.

Sounds.

I am coming apart.

He 's killing me.

It 's a horrible dissonance. My body.

It 's ripping apart.

Popping.

Cracking.

My body !

My articulatio humeri have gone.

I ca n't look.

I ca n't breathe.

Just tiny gasps between shrieks.

It ca n't be this bad.

"Pl … please Mister, just kill me …"

I want to die now. To stop the pain. To complete this thing.

I am fucking looney, but this is the end.

I want him to drink down me. Anyway. Just now.

He turns it again.

It 's not possible. To hurt more.

I hurt so terribly.

I am dying. He is killing me.

I ca n't believe that I can be in this position. In a dungeon in this piece of ass town. Me and Abi. Tortured to death because we want to be.

How can he do this to us ?

He has a family. He has a job. How can he just kill us ?

I want to die.

What will he do with us ? Our fucked up bodies ? How will he obliterate us ? someone will know ...

How will he not state his wife ? How will he detain sane ?

We 're fucking insane. We wanted this.

He does something and pain floods back into all of me. So make out abominable. So fucking impossible.

"Th … thank you,"

He is going to vote down me. And her.

I do n't care. I wanted this. I still want this. It 's the most perfect pain in the existence. I wanted him to gut me. I wish he had. I will die with my branch torn off. I will day in such amazing suffering. I am such a lucky pretty girl. I wish I could see myself here now. I bet I look so beautiful ... He can shoot down me now. I 'm grateful for everything. What about his wife ? What about everything ? I love Abi. I love my Sis. Fuck I want this. It hurts so fucking much. I want to die now. Slow. Pain. perfective tense pain. Lovely pain. kind killing me pain sensation. Fuck. Fuck.

Just like this then ? ...

division 21 - The Guy

Nurture or nature : What were we ? What was I … was I a freak ?

Everywhere I looked, I could see only shadiness of Second Earl Grey. Black and white were nothing more than than lofty ideals in my mind, the touchstone by which I tried to adjudicate things and map out my place in the world in relevance to them.

Good and evil, in their purest form, were as impalpable and forever beyond my ability to hold in my hand, my intellect incapable of being so subjective as to facilitate me decide what I should or should not do.

I could only aim for them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows of my desire that I could no longer see any form of light.

I had been aiming for the good thing to do. Had it been so ? Had I done the right thing ? If so, the right hand matter by whom ?

If I had misjudged then they could die, probably would die ... But, if they died, would that then pretend it the proper thing anyway ? Or would I experience failed ? Sometimes it was hard to know what the aright thing to do was.

This was the mental confusion in my head as I sat on the dusty jail cell floor, my slut laid unconscious to my left field and her friend and lover heaped in a semi-conscious pile to my right.

The breath from both fille sounded shoal, but I knew there was prison term still … clip still to save them.

This had been a truly vex eventide. I know they actually ‘ go'in that hospital basement, but everything had seemed so much more see there and so much less raw than what had happened … was happening … here.

Fuck ! I was so ass erect ! Achingly hard.

It was metre to execute my duty-of-care to these two immature students.

I moved off my ass and shuffled over to my Little young lady. Pausing to look down on her, I saw how beautiful she appeared, so unagitated in the midst of her agony.

I sighed. It was time to relocate her shoulder bones with their joint, but …

She looked so damn stunning …

I moved my fingers to her arms, readying to pull them upwards, out to her forepart. But, damn, there was something else …

My Little girl was so beautifully naked, cheeks stained with mascara weeping and in her prostrate stead her legs were opened, her twat sass remained set forth. The blood between them was dry, but still …

I placed her arm gently back onto the cellphone floor and stood. Toeing off my trainers, before unbuckling my green ground forces jean, I let them fall to the floor and then took I off my underdrawers. My pecker flipped free, bobbing enthusiastically into the open air, looking for a place to rest. Such a place was right before me, laying unconscious on the floor.

I knelt down, cock in hand, jerking myself.

A short, quietly chuckle came from my pharynx as, bizarrely, I thought how what I was about to do would be sexual assault … she wasn't awake and consent would be so clearly not given.

Fuck me, I was worried about sexual assault when I had done what I had done !

roll in the hay madman !

I opened her legs wider with my knee joint, and she simply did not call forth. I was hard and ready, but she wasn't wet. Moving my fingers to her prick and my ovolo to her clitoris, I began to rub down and moisten her.

"Hmmmmm, mmmmm,"I heard quiet moan emanate from the slut's mouth as her unconscious mind state evolved to become sole semi-conscious or semi-unconscious. I smiled as her body, despite how low it was, responded and slowly but very surely, she became wet.

Positioning the swollen head of my peter I thrust into her, except she wasn't fully stimulated and my thrust became to a greater extent of a shove. But, penetrating fully, in I went and she grunted as I filled her.

I began to jazz the Little young woman, her dry walls acting as extra friction for my light beam as my succus began to immediately rise.

This wasn't about performance ; it wasn't about satisfying the slut or asking ‘ how good I was'afterwards. This was about me and my hard-on.

I came.

Hard.

Copiously.

For quite some time.

Filling her.

She groaned. She had felt me inside her physical structure for sure as shooting.

Afterwards, once I had pulled out leaving my seed flowing from her cunt, I stood and leaned against the paries to enamor my breath and pucker my thoughts.

Momentarily I knelt back by her shoulders and took her decent arm. I pulled it perpendicular to her torso and pushed down. The clink was realise and it woke her from her sleep with a wide-eyed cry.

Then, with a farther grunt, she collapsed again. goodness. I could fix the early one now.

And so I did, causing the slovenly woman to repeat her performance, becoming briefly awake, but now she was laid unmoving once again.

I intended to lead them both back to my theater from here. We had until Mon and they would call for aftercare. Despite being no longer dislocated my strumpet's berm were red and intumesce - she would require a slingshot and ice, but she would be okay. Well, except, that was, for the additional mental scars …

And she would need warm botheration killers, but she wasn't getting them just yet.

Those thoughts once more touch my recently satiated loins.

"You just fucked her ?"Red sounded accusatory as I moved across to the friend.

I nodded and smiled. She said cipher else about it and simply lay on her back letting me scrutinize the damage done to her sweet pussy.

It was crashing and crushed, red and tumesce …

She gasped as I applied a chilling gel, infused with antiseptic and aloe vera, pushing it cryptic between her lips. I put some of the Saame gel onto the welts from the shift and then stood to look down upon the province of play.

"Here put this rung your shoulder,"I said to Red, handing her a wrap-around blanket from my bag, and helping her to a sitting position.

"M … May I have one … pl … please Mister ?"My strumpet was now conscious, and clearly in the high-risk condition of the two girls.

I laughed and shook my headspring."No, you can not. Your ordeal is far from over … we have a special chair waiting for you !"

Part 22 - The Girl

I 'm cold. Cold.

center curtain raising. Closing.

I 'm cold. I hurt. I 'm not on my rack.

I 'm cold.

Something.

In.

Me.

Something.

Oaaaaaahhh .... something.

Sounds.

I 'm low temperature. I hurt. All of me distress. Not on it. No. It 's finished. animated. I 'm cold.

Something.

CLICK !

fuck !

I 'm cold.

chink !

FUUUUCKK !

I feel so terribly cold. I 'm shivering cold. I 'm .... What did he do ? My shoulders ? Before ?

Abi says something. eyes heart-to-heart. She 's a great deal. I 'm a mess.

We 're both alert still. I do n't get it on why.

I 'm cold.

"M … May I have one … pl … please Mister, a bl ... blanket ?"

He looks at me.

He says no.

It 's not over.

It 's never over.

He is going to kill me. I know he is. Sometime. He is going to down me. He ca n't stop himself.

My divulge wad of a body is so lovely. He wants to destroy it. He wants to. He tries to stop himself, but I know he wants to.

I 'm just so cold ...

component 23 - The Guy

My Little female child was a hurting Slut, pure and simple. She thrived on bother, ‘ got off'on it and needed it to fill her lust. But when I announced to her that she couldn't have the comfort of a blanket and that more than twisting awaited her, she broke down.

The lot of her on her knees, sobbing, hardly able to move her arms given the puff up roast around her shoulders, was stimulating indeed.

I wanted her.

I wanted to injure her … very much.

Despite her distraught condition she didn't dissent. Not one word of complaint came from her rima oris. Red was a different thing however.

"You can't do anything else to her. expression at her. She can hardly move her arms at all, and have you seen her back ?"

Red had suffered too, and the electric switch marks and pussy crushing that she had experienced were bad enough, but the relative TLC that she was enjoying right now was clearly helping her pain to ease.And she was right about the slut's back. The spike on the single-foot were wooden and quite blunt, but they had gouged her cutis, which had been rendered scratched, swell up and in sure places, bloody.

She was a beautiful stack, for sure enough. But I needed more from her.

"Get up Little lady friend,"I growled with still menace, then stood back to watch as she struggled to leverage her trunk through the use of her munition and script. I needed to assist and so I grabbed her by the pilus and pulled her to her feet.

"Fuck, fuckkkk owwwww !"The savage nature of my grasp prompted a reply from her previously teachable demeanour.

My nose flared and my ventilation shallowed a little when my hands ran over the slut 's trunk as I held her. Having feasted my oculus, and my feeling, for long enough, I dragged her over to the chair.

It was a wonderful sight. The dread spell of furniture was a survey in man 's twisted and debauch psyche. Only the spawn of the Prince of Darkness could get devised an legal instrument such as this. Every inch of the death chair was covered with spike. The slivers of dark iron jutted up from the backside, from the back, from the arms and legs, and, although they had seen ‘ sharper days ’, they still appeared menacing.

The fornicatress squirmed feebly in my grasp, her fight gone, her strength sapped by the torture of the racking.

victimisation her hairsbreadth as a leash, I pulled the slovenly woman into position, towards the spikes.

I heard Red gasp … delicious.

My Little Girl still had a natural reticence inside her that was animated and well, trying to protect her, and she fought against being bound to the hellish device. Every muscle in her au naturel body corded in air as I secured her radiocarpal joint in the iron cuff connected to the arm of the chair, before padlocking them closed. Had she really reached her terminal point ? Did I handle ?

I watched her writhing against the back. Her nude body was a taut bow as the spike began to bite. Already piffling slur of blood appeared on her flaccid flesh. I finished the job swiftly, fastening each of her mortise joint to the hot seat 's legs, spreading her second joint all-encompassing and exposing her cunt, lips parted ... blood from the sword dried in place, still dripping a short with my seed.

I stood back to try out my choke handiwork. Just enough quag had been left to let my Little miss to raise herself an in or so. But the exertion brought an intolerable stress to her broken dead body, and she would fall back heavily against the spike heel. Every motility would bestow new lesion - none severe enough to cause demise, but the pain would stimulate been indescribable.

As her exquisite war cry were testimony to.

Still she could not stop trying to lift herself away from the capitulum that tortured her. I stood twisting a thin substitution in my mitt, watching the slut 's futile endeavour to be detached of the constant torture of the Fe spikes, to which her trunk was tied so tightly.

Suddenly I lashed out, timing the smasher to her dead body arching up from the chairperson of bedevilment. The switch caught the slut around her naked waist, bringing new suffering, and heightened tortuous cries.

Still she had not begged for it to finish, but a loud moan gurgled from her throat.

'' The trick Red, '' I spoke to the Friend, `` … is to construct her motion on the spike. The spikes will strip the tegument from her torso. ``

Red said nothing.

Once again, the slut rose in a tight arc trying to scat the hideous iron stiletto heel. Her mouth was opened widely gasping for air and her centre squeezed shut against the painfulness, so she never saw the switch fly at her breasts.

This time she screamed. The lash ripped into the top of her tit and she shrieked out her agony.

Fuck this was turning me on, I was semi-stiff once more. I slashed viciously at the inside of her thigh and the hussy screamed again. I raised my arm once more and brought the cilium down on her intimate thigh again.

This metre my minuscule Girl screamed `` Noooo ! Fuckkkk noooo ! '' and when the switch cut into her belly, only an inch from her pussy, she shrieked `` block ! period ! No More ! No more ! ``

Her white meat rose and fell rapidly on her heaving rib batting cage. She could barely talk, only shake her point violently from English to side.

But, phonograph needle to say, the switching carry on. My flexible lash cutting into her nipples and then slashing with outstanding power between the backtalk of her bitch. In the throe of her agony, the strumpet could n't verify her writhing and squirming against the ear of the torture professorship, her berm now swollen and puffed up. The evil splinter of branding iron cut into the material body of her nude body while the switch tore at her chest and belly. Her screaming had become a series of strident croaking. She could take no more than, and fainted.

"leave-taking her now Mr., please. You really will kill her and you don't want that … do you ?"

I didn't throw Red the benefit of a answer, instead I broke an ammonia capsule under My Little Girl's nose. Her head snapped back and she moaned, then begged for mercy.

'' I have to pee, '' my Little missy whined, gradually looking up at me through the curtain of her perspiration-soaked hair, staring out from within tear stained eyes.

I smiled at her, and shook my fountainhead. Coming close to the chair I knelt down in strawman of it.

'' Please, Mister, I really have to go. ``

'' You 'll have got to hold back it slut. I 'm not done, '' I replied.

From my accessories bag I pulled out a long sparse telegram. A distant on one end and a different, slightly larger, Ag vibrating egg on the other end.

My Little Girl whimpered.

Kneeling between her thigh again I pushed her stifle that bit wider on the death chair and reached in to her pussy.

'' Your fucking cunt is soaked, you whore, '' I said. Which wasn't actually true, but she well-nigh definitely wasn't dry.

The slut's middle were fluttering as my fingers traced her moistening sheepfold. She jerked when I touched her button, her muscle spasmed and I swear the bantam squirt of urine came out.

'' Mister, really, I have to gooooo. ``

'' Shut up, '' I said once again.

I pushed the assuredness slipperiness egg against her pussy. The touch sensation made her moan. I twisted the remote on and pressed it, on highest speed, directly onto her clit.

My Little female child thrashed and cried out. Blood was staining the wood and spikes upon which she sat, and marking her arms due to similar wounds there.

I knew that the vibe, switched to full-on speed, was too very much and too quick. But … oh piece of tail ! Her body tensed. More urine trickled. Her pussy spasmed. Oh man, she was going to cum ! Her eyes widened, toes started to point.

I pulled the egg from her clitoris, pushed it at her entryway and popped it inside her pussy. The loose woman grunted softly, the meter of her close at hand orgasm interrupted … put momentarily on hold.

I watched as she twisted against the vibe, twisting in the chairwoman as if trying to take to the woods the egg. I let go of the remote, letting the connecting wire dangle off the chairwoman seat and I stepped back.

She looked fucking beautiful !

The strumpet's body was lurching. Her pelvic arch were thrashing this way and that, bucking at the egg. I could see the smoothing iron spikes dragging against her skin … so many tormented sensations.

I could tell from the tensing of her thigh that she wanted the orgasm, and she wanted to piss. She definitely wanted out of the chair.

"She's really gon na cum now Mr,"Red was offering her observance from her rear end on the floor."See how her inwardness is tightened …"

Red was spot on, as the slut's moans became louder, and the saccade hit her. She shook violently, cumming, soaking the chair even further in the erotic amalgam of her succus and her blood.

'' Oh, ohhhh, Goddddddddd please avail MEEEEEEE, '' she cried out His gens, in what I think was a genuine prayer to our higher power. Her back was arched in a deep curve as the wizard took her higher and higher, way beyond caring about the impact of the spikes.

The slut came hard, and then she jerked back, sinking ... melting into the seat.

The egg still hummed inside her noisily. I nodded and looked at her flame-haired friend.

"semen with me Red,"I said, making as if to take the ally out of the interrogation cell.

'' Mister ! ! ! '' the hussy yelled in delightful alarm.

"candy kiss her so long, separate her you're going to suck me off in the other electric cell, and that we will be a while."I grinned at Red, who, in turn looked back at me, with More than a little reticence in her eyes.

I simply nodded at her.

Standing, slowly, the aches in her own body once more becoming evident, she moved to the chair. Placing her hand gently on the slut's buttock, Red turned her head and leaned in. Their backtalk brushed, then Red kissed my piffling lady friend. For her part, the slut was way beyond being able-bodied to reply, but that didn't block Red from increasing the volume of the embrace.

"We're going now honey …"she spoke softly and my piddling young lady just whimpered.

Red looked up at me before continuing,"We're going to …"she paused,"… to … well, I'm gon na suck him, and we might be a piece …"

"Good female child,"I said, holding out my hand for Red to take.

'' Do n't leave me ! Please. I 'll do anything. Do n't leave me. '' The adulteress's poor whine were the close thing that Red and I heard as we pulled the iniquity cell's threshold closed, leaving the loose woman alone and at the clemency of the vibe and the spiked chair.

Part 24 - The girl

There is no prophylactic Holy Writ. I never asked him for one. I did n't need one.

Because I do n't want to be safe.

I want to be unsafe.

I want him to do what he wants to me.

He could press a spike through my titmouse ( he 's done that, but I mean a big, atomic number 26 stiletto heel ).

He could afford me with a knife.

He could shoot down me apart with a knout.

He could chain me to a stake and burn me alive.

He can do what he likes.

I do n't know why he likes this stuff. I do n't care why he likes this stuff.

I do n't wish anymore how farsighted he keeps me. Whether he lets me go home tomorrow ( is it tomorrow yet ? ).

I do n't care if I never go home.

I did n't lie with I was so selfish. I am. And I do n't care.

My body is hurting so lots. Against this bulwark. Naked. Cold. My shoulder joint are in agony. My back, my branch, the places where he tied me and fixed me with irons.

The painful sensation is awful. I do n't care the pain. I hate the nuisance. All of it. It 's not sweetness pretty painfulness. It 's black, malefic, terrible painful sensation. When I scream it 's because it 's just so terribly indescribably terrible. Hateful, selfish pain sensation that does n't think and does n't like and comes suddenly or slowly and just posse comitatus me. My eubstance. Owns my body that is n't mine anymore and is n't Abi 's and is n't his and just belongs to the pain.

But I want it so much.

I ca n't understand it. Why would I require this pain in the neck ?

Why would I ? Selfish annoyance. Cruel pain.

But I do. I want it. I hate it and I need it and it 's the best affair ever and I want it so much and I will let him do anything he wants if he gives it to me.

He can know me, he can kiss me. I do n't handle. I do n't. I will let him fuck me and buss me and force himself up my arse or into my mouth or anything he wants as long as he carries on hurting me.

Because it 's so fucking near to hurt.

He lifts me up and ditch me on the electric chair that 's always been there waiting for me. Full of iron spindle. A hag'chair. And it hurts. And I moan and I am so fucking grateful because I know that these spindle can rip my body that 's already screaming at me to stop and when I scream to give up, and I will, he knows that it 's that former bit of me that is so fucking scared of pain and of being broken and of dying and all that shit and that 's not the me that is really me and he knows he can just carry on. He knows which me to listen to. The me that is n't crying or pleading. He knows that it 's the me that 's gasping for breath, trying to carry me over the pain to the side by side painful sensation and the following one.

I need to make. I know he wo n't let me.

I know he 'll taunt me with the egg that he 's already pushing into me. So he can send me to some fucking amazing blank space that will lift me and slam me back into the spindle and cut me and make me shed blood. And my consistency will have it 's flesh torn and fuck knows how he can ever produce me better. But I think he can and he wants to save doing this and he 'll let us go and he 'll let us fare back and he 'll find some new manner to hurt us until he gets bored or his married woman finds out or some guy with a key to a hidden elbow room asks him for too much money or the constabulary find us bare and drained in some dank Yorkshire wood and ....

'' Oh, ohhhh, Goddddddddd please service MEEEEEEE, ''

FUUUCKKK ! It 's so have sex awful. My body !

He 's taking her. He 's taking her to use her.

I fucking hump her.

I fucking hurt so fucking much ! I want it all to check !

'' Do n't leave me ! Please. I 'll do anything. Do n't leave me. ``

He knows. He ignores me. He takes her. To use her. I love her. I love this. I do n't manage what he does to me.

I do n't care.

persona 25 - The Guy

She slowly turned to me, and smiled sweetly. I melted into her embrown centre that looked like they 'd been dipped into caramel.

"What happens now ?"Red asked.

"This,"I replied, pulling her to me, kissing her tenderly. Our natural language danced around each other and she kissed me back, not with the push behavior of a whore, but with genuine desire, or so I wanted to believe.

I ran my work force down her spinal column, up and underneath the release blanket still draped around her berm, before using my nails to lightly call off down her acantha, over the wheal from the whip. Red squirmed, and shuddered in my weapon system, pulling her face away from mine.

"No, I mean after today, or even before today ends ?"

I cocked my pass and looked quizzically at her.

"Not sure I understand ?"Feeling her questions to be a slight barefaced, I looked her in the eye.

"You will vote down her, you know that Mister, right ?"

I smiled."You say I will pop her, what about you ?"

She smirked right back at me."You might bolt down me too, but if you do it will be to keep me quiet, and not through what you do to me. You don't want to bruise me badly enough, not like you do to … her … your picayune Girl."

I pulled Red's mouth back to mine and kissed her hard, biting down on her already swollen mouth, so that she yelped and pulled back.

"son of a bitch,"she whispered, a small drip of blood seepage over her chin.

I took her hands and wrapped them around my neck opening, and then I carried on kissing her, mopping up the stemma with my tongue. Her arms safely out of the way, I took the opportunity to let my hands do some wandering of their own.

Slipping them down Red's back and onto the curves of her ass. I felt her thrust back into my range, I gave her a firm pinch on both cheeks and moved my hands again, in between her ass boldness, seeking out her small-scale hole, enjoying how she squirmed

Her ass was smooth, house and heavenly to rival, and it was taking all my willpower to halt from throwing her onto the floor, tearing the blanket away and eating her pussy, there and then.

But her pussy was out of limit … for now.

"Does it hurt ?"I said to her.

Her smirk became a joke."You mean my beat pussy, and clamped clit, that you just almost tore in two ? Yeah Mr, it fucking hurts, like nothing I've ever felt before …"

And then more quietly, she added,"Are you going to fuck me ?"

I slowly shook my head,"No Red, I need you to heal, and so …"

She nodded and actually murmured,"Thank you,"in response.

I moved my sassing to her ear, brushing her hair from her fount and then whispered menacingly,"Now get down onto your piece of ass knees and do your job."

******

It was quite some time before we returned to the tantrum in the interrogation cell. Red had done as I asked, and I had let her fuck up me to the compass point of orgasm, whereupon I had pulled away to let my impending climax dissipate, before I had taken ascendancy, grabbed her by the hair, and fucked her throat, making her gag until I had pressed her human face to my abdominal cavity and cum long and hard deep inside her mouth.

The sketch that faced us upon our comeback, was, I think, the most erotic I have ever seen, and I include the visual sense of my picayune girlfriend Crucified in the Grant Wood in that statement.

She was clearly ‘ out of it ’. I could smell out her piss, the residual of which was still flowing from between her thigh, out over the spiked open of the chair to dribble and pool on the floor between her feet.

Suddenly her comatose form was rendered revive once more as another orgasm flushed through her body, making her writhe and wiggle anew, scraping and dragging her peel across the iron yet again.

I moved to my bag to retrieve a medium sized bottle of water.

"Slut,"I said with a grin.

My Little Girl looked up at me and licked her parch lips, practically drooling for the water.

I handed the feeding bottle to Red, and said,"Drink."

Despite the face of acute sympathy cast the way of my jade, her lover, she did as I asked, her own thirsting need too much to fend. I then took the bottle away from her and tope the remainder myself.

"That's better,"I sighed, and then moved back to the bag to pull out another, larger water supply bottle.

I leaned down for the remote and twisted the power off, a effort on my part that led to a suspiration filled with dandy relief on the part of my Little Girl.

She began to pee-pee again.

"screw, you dirty whore !"I laughed at her, turning to take care at Red just in metre to see her own face screw up.

I chuckled. `` Problem ? ``

'' I told you I f … f … fucking n … needed to pee. And I hurt so often. And I want you to let me go … ''

More sighs and a wiggle or two allowed the residual of the pent-up urine to free-flow from her torso, over the electric chair and onto the floor.

Then …

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk !"

The jade cried out, frantically blinking her eyes as I released the bottle of inhuman water over her straits and face, so that it gushed down over her chest, and all over the chair, pooling, like the piddle, on the level between her feet.

Her tit were inflexible. The hairs on her eubstance stood on end. Goosebumps rippled her skin. She was still gasping. And then she started to thrill. Violently. Her back talk shaking.

'' Wh … w … why did you d-d-d-do that ? ? '' she cried.

'' To keep out you up, '' I said, matter-of-factly, my eyes raking over her trunk. I squatted in front of the chair, tilting my pass so that my eyes could devour her twat. The water, pee and bodily-juice glistened along her smoothen backtalk, having long since washed away the dry blood.

I reached in with two fingerbreadth and slid them along the slut's labia rim, making her jerk and groan at the pain her apparent motion caused. I pulled one outer lip to the slope to look inside her pulsing slit.

A soft smile played on my case as my finger's breadth stroked over her, dipping inside. Despite her awful plight, my Little female child's center were rolling back into her head as I played with her. A moment finger pushed inside her, stretching her open, prying at the soft slick pillows inside her kitty-cat, pushing at the walls, examining every inner inch.

My quarter round swept up and softly flicked at her clit. The slut's knees jerked wide-cut and her hips came forward grueling to push into my finger's breadth, she clearly couldn't help herself. I allowed it, just smiling, watching her as I slowly, meticulously strummed her clit and fingered her pussy.

Although the branding iron fragment were scraping viciously into her skin, my Little lady friend was rolling her pelvis languidly, her headspring leaning back to arc her splendiferous boob up into the air.

Then she jerked her headway back with a grimace as my free manus grabbed onto a tit furiously fast and was twisting it. Her dead body writhed, as she clearly tried to follow the pinching fingers and the nookie fingers at once for different reasons.

I started to purloin and pull at the nipple in rhythm method of birth control with the button peal and my thrusting fingers until I was able to send her over the boundary yet again into a farseeing, mysterious climax. She shook and shattered in the death chair, squirting out her climax, soaking my mitt, yelling out her pleasance and her pain, climbing highschool until she was dropped from that bang-up, agony-numbing stature and my slut jolted into a weak gimp variant on the chair.

Her face glistening from binge and snot, my lilliputian daughter jerked her head up and looked down at my manus anxiously.

I smiled at her, and pulling my fingers unblock, I stood back to shine on a job well done !

component part 26 - The fille

It 's Sir Thomas More, it 's more, it 's always more.

My dim middle, drowning in tears.

Slow, cruel pain. My little death.

pain in the ass. My body. Tortured slowly to death.

Always more.

Back.

She 's back. With him. He 's been in her, her in him. Them.

But I love her.

And I want to be with her. And I want to stop this now. For now.

I 'm full inside. I ca n't bind it longer.

I feel my piss pouring out of me. Warm over my cold hurting legs.

'' I told you I f … f … fucking n … needed to pee. And I hurt so much. And I want you to let me go … ''

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk !"

He 's drowning me ! It 's fucking cold ! I 'm fucking freeze ! My poor hurting body !

'' Wh … w … why did you d-d-d-do that ? ? ``

My wretched hurting body.

His fingerbreadth. interior. My cunt. Not gently. FUUUCCK !

Every move I move. Every movement tearing me on this atomic number 26 torture chair. Every movement doubling my hurting, my body at once thrilled and hurting and wanting him to break and to do more than. Every trace on me.

On my body. I ca n't stop over. FUUUCKKKK ! On my teat. I want it.

Harder !

I want to stop. I want to possess to a greater extent. I want !

His fingers !

FUUUUCKKK !

I ca n't stop.

Everywhere !

I ca n't fucking stop !

My fucking body !

My fucking consistence !

FUUUUCKKKK ! ! ! !

Part 27 - The Guy

"ass, fuck … screw,"I was covered in blood.

"Sit here, please and don't move, I will be back to you … soon."

I moved out of the diminished save room and had to stop on the landing to gather my thoughts.

"piece of tail !"I muttered again under my breathing space, and then placed my palm against the threshold frame for financial support. I took a moment and allowed my breathing to modulate. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I had taking both of these girls to death and beyond already, so just because …

"ass …"I repeated the profanity.

Taking a mysterious breath, I entered the larger plain room, it was a prominent house and so the five chamber offered plenteousness of spare. It was in this larger room that my footling Girl lay unmoving, still naked on the bed, with her fucking blood everywhere !

Fuck ! calm air down … calm the fuck down.

I didn't want her to die. I know what I did to her, and I want to keep doing that to her, I love her so maledict much.

"Oh, fuck my sweet, darling lilliputian fille … don't die on me, not now, please."

But she didn't stir.

******

Unfastening the padlocks around her wrists the slut slumped forward. After that net orgasm, the spurt, she had lost cognisance once more. I took her right radiocarpal joint and lifted it carefully away from the chairwoman. She was scratched and grazed, welted and marked, but the wounds looked relatively superficial. I then repeated the apparent movement with her left wrist, but it didn't face lifting, not easily. It was stuck.

Furrowing my brow, I moved my position slightly so that I could get a better view.

"Is she okay Mr. ?"Red spoke up from her now seated again position.

"Give me a minute of arc Red … please."I snapped back, though it was kind of obvious that she was far from okay.

Gingerly I gripped her wrist and pulled gently. And then the spurt started. An smoothing iron shard, one that was most evidently card sharper than the others, had embedded itself into her wrist, not just the wrists, but the damn junction of the ulnar and radial arteries ! Releasing the sherd had punctured her physical structure and she was fucking well bleeding out !

"darn, fuck Red get me your scanty from over there, come on quick."I pointed at the spot where her underwear lay discarded.

I grabbed the reduce, lean material and tied it tight around her upper arm. Not present-day health check practice session I know, but in force none-the-less.

"Bag, now Red. Reach the bag to me, quickly."

Red had gone into ‘ breastfeed style'and was helping all she could. Neither of us spoke while I took out a bandage and, after sealing the puncture with antiseptic instill lint, pressed it intemperately onto the cryptic puncture hole.

I looked down at the floor. The adulteress had already lost quite a lot of blood just in the minute or so it took for me to bind her. On top of the physical shock she had incurred over the yesteryear few 60 minutes, she was in bad shape.

I eased my little young lady away from the chair. No more inscrutable punctures, but slews of scratches and snub and more gore, though not thick, life-blood thank goodness. But my clothes and the chair-device were covered in blood ! As was the floor around it. I would involve to message my contact and ask him to do the just he could to clean matter for me …

fuck !

She needed a hospital but she was going to get me and my home instead. A hospital was far too risky. She would read, my slut, after all she wanted this as much as I did … right ?

With Red partially dressed again and the hussy wrapped in a shock mantle and wearing zip else, I had brought the car almost to the door.

Even in the City middle, it was wanton to get away unobserved from this place in the early hours and less than 45 minutes from peeling her off the straining chairwoman, my Little little girl was laid on the fifth wheel double bed, one of them, at my house.

I had a bombastic driveway and electric William Henry Gates, and so privacy was not the issue. The result was the stock on my clothes and now coating the duvet cover.

But that could hold off. The priority was attending to the strumpet, my slut … my lovely, gorgeous, sweet slut that I loved so damn a lot !

The haemorrhage seemed to have stopped and the patch was still in place. The bedding were beyond fix, which in a way was a commodity thing. I would just need to exchange them when they left.

When they left ? Was this Little Girl really going to walk out of here in 24 hours ?

I hoped so, but looking at her right now, walking anywhere, anytime soon seemed a grandiloquent order.

I flipped her over and she grunted. Her damaged subdivision and shoulders flopped as she was twisted, at least there was still living there

Fuck. Her back, ass and legs. What a mess ! A beautiful muckle though and even at this desperate time I began to finger my desire rising as I ogled her beaten nudity.

"Mr. …"I heard Red vociferation,"How is she ? Can I come and see ?"

"No, delight Red, just stay where you are … for now. I will come to you soon."

With a suspire I pulled my gaze away from the adulteress's physical structure and stocked the room with antiseptic wipe and hot weewee, before settling down to meticulously make clean each cut and scratch … infection was our worst enemy here and I was determined that she wouldn't get any …

Part 28 - The Guy ( Again )

The house was tranquilize, and so why was my learning ability thundering around my drumhead ?

Red was sleeping in one of the small spare elbow room. I had reapplied the antiseptic gel between her legs and ointment to the welt. There was little blood on her body and providing I changed the sheets before my wife got home all should be well.

But my small Girl was a different floor. I closed my eyes and let my headland fall into my hands. I loved her, really … I thought about her when she wasn't with me, I visualised being with her wherever I was. The store, the service department, at workplace, at household, out for a meal … everywhere.

I couldn't be without her. My throat choked and I had to immerse back my emotion.

I recalled her laughing at me as we shopped for her new dress and then closing her oculus at the dinner party table to taste the gustatory modality of the food. I sighed as I thought about how we made love afterwards … it was staring. What we did in the dungeons and the woods was just a interest, wasn't it ? That's all … we both had lifetime outside of this awesome anguish and if we could live them together then it would attain me a happy man …

But if it was just a pastime how amount the event were so serious ? It was more than just that, it had to be.

And now here we were. She was laying as still as demise in the large spare double room.

ass !

I stood and moved to the window in the main bedroom. The sun was just beginning to total up on this Feb Sunday morning, a shiny morning-to-be by the face of it.

I rested my frontal bone against the low temperature spyglass."Think man, think …"I quietly admonished myself.

She had lost lots of profligate in the prison cell at Bridewell Prison, but in the true how much, really ? The puncture combat injury was only spread out a bit at the most and by my calculation that might have meant a litre or so of blood escaped, maybe a little more … or maybe not quite that lots. The slice in her pelt was deep but small and … fuck it, anything around a liter plus or minus a little more is alright. Well, when I say fine, it's not fatal. If my Little missy has lost say, 10-15 % of her rake then she will make that plunk for up.

I began to finger a little more positive, but then recalled everything else. The humble wound, the cuts and her dislocated shoulder joint. Her poor body had taken too a great deal in the past times few hours, and on top of everything else I had whipped her and made her orgasm over and over …

But that's what she wanted, right ? She lived for botheration and pleasure through that pain … I was only serving her fantasies.

Stop finding excuses man, and face up to the site ! I had to have a stark word with myself. I needed to be strong for myself and these two lovely girls.

I wandered back into where the slattern was unconscious. Her body had been cleaned and dressed where needed and I had stitched the wrist injury. Her arms were splinted to her sides by a bandage tie around the waist, and I had packed ice around both of her shoulders.

But shag, she still looked so lovely.

I moved again this time to sit by her English on the bed. Gently I stroked her fuzz from her case and leaned in to place a soft kiss on her rim. She remained naked, but I had pulled the cover charge over her now, and the way her breathing seemed less shallow, more regulated suggested to me that her unconscious body politic might in fact have become more of a sleeping one.

I gently stroked her cheek, and, glory be, her eyes flickered undetermined. Then they closed again, but it was enough. She was with me … she would be okay.

I took a saline solution drip beg from the electric refrigerator ( I had put several in before leaving at the outset ) and set it up via a canular into the Little miss's arm.

She could rest now, I could bequeath her.

It was sentence to visit Red and see how she was doing.

******

"wake up,"the give-and-take came again.

"Wake up, Mister …"

Slowly my centre opened and I took a deep breathing time. I had fallen asleep in the chair for … how long ? I had no melodic theme, but Red, dressed in one of my old shirts, and that was all she wore, was gently shaking my arm.

"Wh … what, is she … are you … what …"I was struggling to be coherent as I came round.

Red nodded,"I'm hunky-dory Mr, well as all right as … you know what I mean, and …"Red paused just stopping herself in time from saying her Edward Young lover's name. Despite everything we had shared, the three of us, still no names.

"… she's awake too, your slight Girl."

I smiled, stood and stretched."ejaculate on then …"

"We headed to ‘ her'room, and there she was, center open looking back at us … at me."

I moved to her patch Red stood at the end of the bed.

"How are you feeling ? I'm so lamentable … I …"

The slut looked at me and smiled a weak smile."Don't be dismal, it's what I wanted, I wanted it so much. Thank you, and I'm still here …"

"… Just."I ended her sentence for her. She smiled and I smiled back.

"Do I need to keep my arms like this, is it some new ‘ biz'?"She grinned at me.

"No, not if you can sit up. But they do both need to be in a sling just for today while the tendons and muscle around the osseous tissue joint settles back down. They will be sore for a while though."

She nodded,"I can populate with that Mister,"she whispered.

Part 29 - The Girl

Slowly I am seeing again. I 'm in a bed, comfy. But I am hurting everywhere. And I 'm so fucking tired.

I do n't have sex where I am.

It 's a prissy elbow room. Large, clean. A TV on the paries. Lovely curtains ...

Abi smiles at me, kisses me.

'Are you alright have sex ?'

'Not really. I do n't finger too great to be reliable ...'

'Do you know what happened ?'

'Well, he racked me and fucked me with that thing on the spiky chair and ...'

'You almost died you daft girl ! You somehow managed to puncture a vein or something. There was blood everywhere ! You almost fucking died !'

I smile .'I did n't though, did I ? I 'm still here with you are n't I ?'

She smiles. candy kiss me.

And goes.

And he comes in. He looks affright and exhausted.

He asks how I am. I mean, look at me, I 'm thinking ! You 've almost tortured me to death ! He says sorry ... How stupid is that ?

"Don't be sorry, it's what I wanted, I wanted it so much. Thank you, and I'm still here …"

I mean it. I wanted it so much. The rack, my dislocated shoulders, the spikes, the pain. The fucking awful pain. It was just what I wanted. And I 'm alive so that means I can do it again. I know he wants to do it all again. Or something speculative. Maybe. Maybe that 's what I want, I think to myself. Maybe I really do require him to gut me and debreast me like I asked him to. Maybe I want him to slice up me to objet d'art. Maybe. Very maybe ...

I say something else to him. I grin. I want him to have intercourse it 's ok. I want him to know it 's ok to induce me better and to hurt me again.

I feel so sore so everywhere. I hurt everywhere. But it 's not bad. I am so screw cognitive content. I feel so bed wonderful. Here, hurting, in this courteous lovely room with the big TV screen and the pall and him and Abi looking at me. I 'm a whacko, I know that. A selfish crazy girl with one thing on my idea. Two really. Abi and getting harm. And I want them both so a great deal ...

He tells me I can sit up with a sling and that I 'll be sore ...

"I can live with that Mr,"I whisper to him ...

Yeah, I can last with that. I can dwell with that and I want to be better soon and then I can be with her and he can offend me again and I am so piece of tail happy about everything in my Weird fucked up life. And if it 's short, so fucking what ? I do n't care if I can induce my two love. Her and my pain. I want him to hurt me again. Already. That 's what I know I want. I guess I was n't sure. I am now. Her and hurting. It 's everything. It 's all I have ever wanted ... I can populate with that, I think to myself ...

contribution 30 - The Guy

"Hey honey …"

"It's his wife …"I heard Red say in feel that were not as quiet as they should birth been.

As I put the hand-set to my ear I moved my finger to my mouth.

It was great to see the little girl in a relatively playful mode, especially given what they had been through, but not at the risk of exposing our tryst to my wife, who was now calling me.

"Hiiiii honeyyyyyyy …"Red mimicked, and my picayune Girl laughed.

"Is someone there with you ?"

"What ? No honey, of class not, let me just twist the TV down so I can hear you properly."

I mocked a glare at the girls and moved out of the large extra room.

"How are you my darling ?"I asked, trying my topper not to appear too effusive.

"amercement dear,"she replied, I did so enjoy myself in the workshop on Saturday, and my Sister's exam went well, she passed with flying colours."

"Oh, that's great. So, she knows the outcome already ?"

"Yes, the tests were online, but they had to be done under proper conditions at a hall in the Town Centre."

"Great so you're heading home ?"It was a question.

"Tomorrow darling like I said, but I want to go into the shop get-go thing with her to hired hand everything back over. So, it will be former eve when I'm home, is that okay."

Yes, yes, yes, yes …

"That's fine hon. If you try and text me when you set off I will plan the evening repast to welcome you home."

"That sounds arrant pet. See you soon. I love you."

"I love you too."

The call ended. Phew.

Sliding the handset into my sack I returned to the elbow room prepared to monish the girls. I found them both on the bed and Red too was now naked.

"young lady ?"I said with a fragile incline of my head.

I look at each young lady in turn and we exchange smile. Then, their oculus move to my groin.

"What ?"I say.

"We think you owe us Mister."Red smirks.

"Oh really,"I responded, sensing the playful amorousness that is pervading the room.

"Yep, we want you to wank for us. Here and now. We're too hurt to do anything for you, so it's all up to you, right ?"She turns to my slut, who is now sitting up, her coat of arms in a stunt woman sling, and she nods.

"Right,"she agrees.

I laugh, but I'm so up for this.

"okay but you take it out for me Red."

"No way Mister, it's all on you. We're not moving."

I saw Red's fingers stroking just above her bare mound, near to the healing flesh of her button. Fuck they are both so beautiful. I am already hard.

Without moving my middle, I unbuckle the belted ammunition on my US Army style jeans and pull down the zip fastener. Letting them hang I kick the dungaree away.

"Everything Mister … off."Red is clearly enjoying the Domme role … it gives me an insight into how things might dally out between them both when they're alone.

I nod and pull the tee shirt over my head.

"underdrawers and socks."

Another nod from me and I wind down the pugilist allowing my already stiffening cock to spring complimentary. Leaning against the wall with one mitt, I pull off my wind cone with the other. And there I am, totally naked.

"Not bad … for an old guy,"Red grinning, and my strumpet giggles.

I take two long, easy, late breaths and hit my mitt toward my peter and wrap my finger's breadth around the base and squeeze, pressing the hot shaft of light into my palm. The head and three inches of hard-on extend above my fist. As my grip tightens, the head turns a darker semblance, the mushroom frame dandy and glosses over smooth, the veins standing out in respite from the unbending column.

They both exhale in unison … and how exquisite is that !

I let out a low late suspiration and bend my engorged prick into my grip, letting the girls see it clearly through my grasp. Then I slide my hired man slowly up the length and down again and repeat, which makes me groan out loud. Through one-half closed chapeau, I notice Red change to sitting crossed legged, Indian-style and leaning in closer.

This gives me a great purview between her legs, her lenient inner thighs, and her labia, still red and a little puffy, but beautiful nonetheless.

I continued to stroke my cock, settling into a nice steady beat and I glanced over at my adulteress who is still sitting straight up against the elevate pillows, arms hanging at her sides. She looks spell-bound, her chest and ribs heaving with her overdraw respiration. Most noticeably, her distended mamilla are steadfast and hard.

"Are you enjoying the show girls ?"I say with a lust infused whisper, and I smile to myself as I proceed, all the spell maintaining my slow steady pumping up and down my shaft.

"Shut the fuck up and she-bop,"Red says, with just a slight choke coil to her assertive tone.

"You want me to fucking cum for you huh ? To fool my lading just for you both to see ?"I groaned out the Book and the girls burst out in slightly nervous laughter at my quick shift to graphic language.

Eying my cock, My Little Girl giggles, and my manus resumes it 's stroking.

I stop speaking and let my mitt and cock do the talking. I stroke slightly harder and faster for a metre, and the head swells even more, and turns a shade more dark, whereupon I hear my own breathing becoming more shallow and ragged. There is no one knows how skillful to flick my dick than me, myself and I !

'' Mmmmmm ... '' I hear a lenient moan from one of the missy. Fuck I love that !

Surprisingly, it comes from Red, who has her hands close across her lap as if trying to press them against her mound without being obvious about it. Her blockheaded nipples are hard, a single raised weal crossing the left one, that still looks sore.

nooky yes ! I must be turning her on … me, a 58-year-old guy, wanking his old-man's cock and I 'm really turning her on. She actually wants to bear upon her pussy. I feel a new tingling in my balls and I immediately retard my stroking and let my breathing return to normal.

This is getting pretty acute for me already and so I release my hold and lean back against the painted bulwark, taking several long, mystifying breathes. The little girl'regard remains on my erecting, now standing tall between my spread thigh. They were both breathing rapidly themselves … fucking wonderful !

With my self control regained, my testis slacken and again pay heed low and cloggy, pendulous in their sacking, making my shaft look that much longer. My fingerbreadth once more wrap themselves around the base of my shaft and slowly slue up the engorged length.

'' Aaaahh ! '' I breathe a enceinte open-mouthed sigh of pleasure, my head tilted back, my center closed in reverie. I use my nuptials ring to cuddle under the flash of my cockhead, the friction stimulating me just where stimulation is needed.

Suddenly I hear My minuscule Girl whisper excitedly, `` Fuck, he's gon na cum ! ``

Looking quickly at her, she 's leaning forward, center riveted on my swollen glans. I glance down and see a big clear-cut droplet of pre-cum has seeped out and is sitting atop my prick tip.

"Cum for us Mr.,"Red smirks at me, her own fingers now lightly brushing her mound.

I ca n't help it, but I laugh out loud, amused by their delightful schoolgirlish enthusiasm.

Then I look over my slight little girl. `` What do you think, slut ? Your pretty friend can hardly await to see me shoot a big, wooden-headed load. She really wants to see me cum. ``

The slut smiles at my ribbing, then she sort of pouts and softly says, `` Me too. ``

Another cadence of pre-cum bubbles out and collects at the tip of my cock.

I nod, and then squeeze my putz repeatedly, working from radical to tip, milking drop after drop of pre-cum up its length and out through the slit. When enough has collected, I rise to my understructure and point my shaft towards the floor. The big droplet of pre-cum falls away from my cockhead as if in slow motion and descends like clear syrup.

'' Fuck yes, go for it, Mister ! '' I hear the little girl say, and I am so influence to highjack a mouthpiece the collect my load in, but I know this is not about me, for a change, it's all about them, and they more than deserve to draw the strings here.

The pre-cum knack a few moments like a pearl on a drawstring Then, to my utter surprisal, Red extends her helping hand beneath the drop and catches it in her palm as it detaches from its beginning. She stares closely at the droplet of dick juice in her bridge player, then touches it with her finger and smears it around on her palm.

'' I love how slippery this,"she purrs, and she holds out her hand towards my minuscule Girl, just as somberness pulls another honey-thick driblet away from the end of my cock.

'' It 's all yours, Red. Do n't let it go to wastefulness. '' I grin, and as if to order of magnitude Red licks her own palm clean and dry.

Fuck ! So damn erotic.

I sit my ass back down on the edge of the window ledge and rub the respite of my pre-cum over the flump head word of my dick, then summarise stroking.

'' You two having a good time ? '' I say with a big smile.

Both young woman giggle and vigorously nod their school principal ... and in that moment they both seem so fucking young.

My hand is pumping in earnest now, and I begin my final ascension toward orgasm.

'' You looked so fucking hot in that donjon …"I was talking my way to a climax now, helping the images in my mind's eye.

"You liked to see us tied and chained and fucked and bleeding huh ?"Red helped me along.

"fucking yeah,"I responded.

My handwriting pumps hard up and down the length of my lust-filled dick. I 'm nearly dyspneal now.

'' You can touch yourselves if you want, girls ... you can flirt with yourselves ! I 'd play with you if I could ! Ahhh ! I 'd have it away to touch your balmy sexy skin ... I 'd sleep with to experience your breast with my hands, My Little girl ... oh, fuck, I 'd love to take up your stiff nipples, Red ! ``

My grip tightened and my wrist joint worked faster.

'' I 'd care to lather your fit, young bodies all over, ohhhh screwing, mmm, and empale your swollen pussies ! ``

Faster and harder now.

'' I could do that and you could roll your little hand around my turncock and jerk off me off ! The two of you could hitch me off together ! Fuck ! That would sense soooooo fucking gooood ! ``

I feel that unmistakable tingle in my loins. That tactile sensation of impending ejaculation. I 'm panting furiously. I 'm leaning back on one manus and aiming my cock out in front of me, legs splay wide, balls bouncing wildly with the throb of my bridge player up and down my shaft.

'' Ready girls ? Are you ready to see me cum ? Ugh ! Ugh ! I love having you watch me ! Ugh ! shtup ! You sexy lilliputian botheration sluits ! Ahh ! I 'm gon na cum for you ! Ahhhhh fuckkkkk ! You 're gon na make me ... ugh ! I 'm gon na ... ugh ... I 'm ... ugh ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! WATCH ME FUCKING CUMMM ! ! !

A wafture of source rushes up my shaft from my balls and jet out of my swollen head. My balls implode and the first shot arches up about a ft into the air and falls to spread on the wooden floor.

My Little miss and Red sit wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

An instant later a monumental palm of cum spurts from my bloated erection, followed by a clustering of midst, Edward White drops shooting out just as far. I give my cock two or three quick pumps and three Sir Thomas More duncish muckle spray out about half as far as the ones before.

I 'm grunting and groaning from the exquisite pleasure concentrated in my cock and balls. Cum oozes from the slit and drum roll down the shaft and over my fingers. Two Thomas More bolts of sperm cell launch themselves in go and momentarily hang suspended in the air before dropping and splashing on the floor.

My cock pulses as my sexual climax finally subsides but still pumps out more unworthy sperm. It rolls out and dripping from the purple fountainhead in long stringy strands.

I let go of my softening erection and list back on my hands gradually catching my breath. My still thick-skulled and puff up tool, much piano now, hangs twitching between my spread legs, a pearly string of cum dangling from the tip.

My audience has been strangely silent throughout my volcanic culmination. At last, My Little girlfriend finds her voice.

"Fucking hell Mr., that was amazing !"

Part 31 - The daughter

"Fucking hell Mister, that was awe-inspiring !"

wellspring, he 'd like to pick up me say that, would n't he ?

On the phone to his looovelly wifey ... I wonder what she 'd say ?

Two infant, all trickster and bruised and bandaged ... in her oh-so-immaculate house ?

And him.

Naked.

Cos we told him to get naked. And he fucking did.

I look at Abi - he calls her Red - doh ! Just coz she 's got red hair. 'Red'... What a laugh.

And me his lah-di-dah Little Girl ... So how fucking slight am I ?

Little Red Riding strong-armer lost in the forest with the big bad savage ?

Nah.

I ai n't some little daughter, not really. I might be small, but that really is n't the same. I 'm not some nookie Lolita ...

I just inquire what his wife things he does when she 's away.

But we know.

He gets out his cock and stares at us two in his endearing home and wanks himself to heaven and back.

Coz we 're so flaming lovely and he 's so fucking lucky.

How many old guys get to torment two willing, amazing, bi-babes and direct them home and wank over them ?

Not many I think.

And here he is. And we touch ourselves up ( well, I am a bit restricted at the moment, but Abi does ... very sweetly ). And he gasps and pulses himself and drool and BANG ! Away he goes ! Another mess for him to clean up. And wow, he 's got a lot of mess to strip up before Mrs whoever comes back to turn over hubby a pin-up kiss and drink a glass of Pinot grape with him. Fuck them I 'm thinking. If only she fucking knew. What a fuck-up that would be ....

But it has been awesome. Really. Getting us to that keep, fucking us over so wonderfully painfully gorgeously cruelly. So make love pain brilliant. So fucking amazing. It 's a long way from that woodwind with my ex. A nooky recollective way. And I fucking make love it. And he 's made us fucking mad and I think, just a little bit, that we 've made him fucking mad too. And there 's no escape for him now. He 's stuck with us. I really think he does love us. And we sort of like him a bit too, coz where else will we get such a secure, clever torturer than we have here in shitty Leeds ? We sort of motivation each other. Too much. And no effective can ever come of it. It 's us and him and we none of us know where the fuck to stop ...

It was fucking awesome. The altogether ass lot. Fucking awing. Fucking amazing. And I still fucking harm and I love it so fucking a good deal ...

character 32 - The Guy

Standing outside the spare double room, inside which both daughter now resided, I leaned against the stairway landing banister. The missy were still naked, but I had put my boxers back on. I closed my eyes and had a placidity chortle to myself. I had wanked for them … they had asked and I had obeyed.

shtup … I had to admit that it had felt respectable. So damn good, to cum for them, in front end of them and see their somewhat faces !

"Red, come here."No please, nor pleasantries … just an instruction.

"Mr. ?"

"Here … now."

Seconds later she appeared, tattooed, red haired beauty. We had an unsaid, unwritten pact not to contribution public figure and so her pilus colouring served as her label. She didn't seem to object.

And now she appeared, still gloriously naked, on the landing."You wanted me Mr. ?"

Oh yes … I wanted her alright. I wanted her right here, right now. I had enjoyed wanking for them both, but me doing as they asked wasn't the raw order of things, not at all, and so that had to be corrected.

"Did you enjoy telling me what to do huh ?"

Red furrowed her brow and then nodded."Yeah, kinda, it was cool."

"fountainhead it's not how we do things. Turn around and grip the balustrade girl."

"What ? You getting pissy with us because we let you wank off in front of us. Fucking Hades Mr., most hombre don't even dream such a fantasy, yet you're pissed off ?"

I smiled."I'm not pissed off Red, but this needs to be done."

"Please Mr,"Red stood as ordered, her ass provocatively sticking out,

"Don't hurt my snatch anymore, it's still feeling all crushed and fucked and …"

"Don't headache Red,"I cut in,"It's your ass I'm going to shoot. Now grip the Bannister and need two steps backwards."

I grinned at the lewd posture Red had now assumed. What a eff ass ! And yes, her snatch did still look swollen and red and quite atrocious still.

I lay my helping hand on hers, pressing it knockout against the wooden handrail rail.

'' I want you to respectfully ask me for the penalty you deserve, Red. Ask me to spank you. ``

She turns to stare at me, and, with her lips pursed, I think she glared a footling. But then she turned back around, reassumed her location and spoke while facing away from me.

'' I ... I would like to humbly and respectfully ask you to sort out me ... Mr, I deserve to be soundly punished, and so will you gift me a spanking ? ``

'' I will be glad to oblige, female child. ``

Pulling her handwriting away from the wood I bring it close to my lips and kiss it lightly

'' You are very beautiful, Red. ``

Again she turns and looks up, before returning to the spot I had made her assume.

I rubbed my laurel wreath around her ass slowly, until it became firm and velvety to my touch. I continued to rub a minuscule longer, circling all around her rack pussy.

SMACK !

I suddenly raised my arm and brought my handwriting clattering down onto her body.

"Owwww fuckkkkk !"Her soundbox jolted forwards, and I waited patiently for her to assume her position once more.

Then, hell dust ! Again.

I resumed the spanking this time with an even backbreaking swat. Then, spacing out my strokes I laid into Red in earnest.

The intensity is high, she is after all, a painful sensation slut and so she needs to find pain.

I have her full care now, almost every shot is met by louder moans, although I suspect she is still trying to control her reaction the adept she can. The slaps are sharp, accurate, and cover the stallion surface of her bottom, occasionally hitting the top of her second joint. I feel her trunk high temperature getting warmer, and then, without warning I suddenly increased the pace ...

smooch ! smooch ! SMACK ! big H !

... I have now upped both power and pep pill, breaking into a furious measure that I know will forget her with a lasting mental picture. Red's vociferation of pain sensation are very flash, almost constant, and I know that the slut will hear every Book … and be as jealous as fuck !

Every ounce of Red's body is painfully submitting to the shock, and I keep it going, until she collapses, her knee to the carpet.

Bringing her right hand back behind her body in an sweat to rub away the irritation, she is tearful and pleads for leniency.

'' I 'm dreary Mr., I 'm soooo sorry, please check, pleaaaaase ! ``

I nod and smile."Get up Red, and assume the placement once more."

With a scrumptious, inherent hesitancy, she obeyed. Her arse was crimson, and displays a series glowing bridge player prints, the heat of which I can almost feel from where I stand.

"There will be no more, Red,"She seemed to slow down at my intelligence, but tensed once again when I began to apply low temperature gel to her anus.

Her back arched sensuously as I opened up her small gob with two of my finger's breadth, circling round and round.

"Now you get ass fucked Red, puzzle it out towards me."

"Ohhhh,"I hear her moan quietly. Something tells me that Little Miss Flame Hair is no alien to a good ass-fuck …

I was about to encounter out …

******

"You fucked her and beat her ?"My Little female child said this as a question but it was really a statement because she knew full well what had happened on the balcony just outside the door, and I knew also that even in her ‘ broken condition'she would be jealous of the attention her champion had been getting.

"Don't worry Little One,"I said, sitting down on the bed and stroking her hair's-breadth, you will experience your turn, in due course. But we need to get you better first."

She let me help ease her spinal column under the continental quilt. Red was resting in the small spare room again, and now the adulteress was closing her eyes once more.

It was only late afternoon, but it seemed like much needed eternal sleep was coming early for us all.

Part 33 - The missy

"You fucked her and drum her ?"

He did n't need to answer because I knew. He 'd bid her out onto the landing.

And then I heard.

Sitting up with my sore munition and wooden leg and shoulder and hips and back. With my torn up dead body. With my stigmatize articulatio radiocarpea and ankles.

I heard. Everything.

I heard him hit her. ( I guessed with his paw, slapping her hard on her ass I guessed ).

I heard her cry to discontinue ( and I guessed not meaning it ).

I heard him carry on ( and I guessed smirking as he did ).

I heard her moaning ( meaning 'more and harder please')

I heard him telling her what he was going to do next.

I heard her silence ( expecting it. Her cunt already a Ball of burning hurting. Getting hotter and surfactant ).

I heard him ( in my head ) opening her ass ( her pussy really is too fucked ).

I heard her letting him in. Into her sweet, tight ass. Into that lovely hole I kissed and licked.

I heard him.

Heaving himself into her.

I was so bonk woeful. I hurt but not enough.

He spoke to me.

"Don't concern Little One, you will receive your round, in due row. But we need to get you better first."

I liked that. A promise. I want to get better, so he can prepare me worse again. That 's all I really want now. Better to be hurt. Better to consume my consistency fair and well so he can take it ( not me ... just it ) back to that place of torture. beneficial to hurt. That 's good. advantageously to hurt me better.

I feel so tired.

She 's sweet.

She slides me under the screening where it 's warm and soft. She kisses me just once. I love her and I love to daydream. I can daydream now. Of everything being better ....

Part 34 - The Guy

The sign read ‘ home Waste ’, it was a familiar road but one that I usually travelled with a car filled with garden rubbish or clearance shit from the garage, not a bag filled with parentage stained sheets.

But here I was, and damn, if I wasn't feeling pretty good about … well, about sprightliness in general to be honest.

It was Monday forenoon. Most people were at work, but then nearly people couldn't, to a large degree, choose their own hours, like I could. Monday mornings held no clinic for me and it was not a hospital operating day, and so it served my purpose of providing me with a little space after a hectic weekend.

Hectic weekend … now there's an understatement ! It's what I will say to my married woman, of course.

"How was your weekend love ?"she will ask.

"Hectic as always honey, don't know where the time goes. Is Pinot okay with the meal, I have a bottle chilling … ?"

I chuckled at the thought. Just imagine the alternative.

"How was your weekend beloved ?"

"I'm exhausted honey. Hardly slept at all because I tortured two teenage Uni students almost to last over in Leeds, and then brought them back here. We got blood all over the spare bedroom sheets and I fucked one of them in the ass out there on the upstairs landing place. Is Pinot grape okay with the repast, I have a nursing bottle chilling … ?"

Now I laughed out cheap !

It took seconds to coldcock the bag. cipher incriminating because no offence had been committed. The girls were of effectual age, and consenting, and while that consent might be considered dubious in a court of law, they're not probably to make a ill. So, all is good.

As I stepped back into the car my mind drifted back to just a couple of hours ago.

I hated this point in our get together and yet I felt huge relief when we got to it.

We were at Leeds station. It meant the weekend was over, but it also represented the fact that it had all gone to plan, if only just … and the female child had survived, if only just …

Outwardly both miss looked fine. No sign of any combat injury or welts, even if they were both moving with a short trouble. I had redressed the puncture lesion on my slut's wrist and her shoulder joint were still swollen and stiff. But I had taken the slings off her and she seemed okay.

"Your arms will ache for a hebdomad or two, so be thrifty, but you shouldn't need to do anything else with your wrist."I smiled down at my piffling Girl. I loved how she let me say a quick goodbye to Red and then stayed with me as her flame-haired admirer wandered off.

"Yeah, ‘ cept people will remember I tried to kill myself when they see the bandage,"she was smiling as she said this, albeit weakly.

"Thank Mister."She stood on her tip toes and gave me a kiss … on the cheek … like I was her uncle or something … incredibly chaste, but the way her lips lingered just for a second or two was quite hot too.

I nodded,"You're very receive,"I replied.

"Maybe we should pull up stakes it a little while, before we meet again,"I suggested,"give your bodies a chance to heal properly ?"

My Little Girl smirked, and then, as she turned to walk away, she replied,"Maybe we should."And, after a well-timed break, she added,"… then again, maybe we shouldn't. Bye Mister."

And with that, hired man in hand, Red and the adulteress walked off into the station.

THE END OF ACT 5