role 1 - The Guy

The lady friend begged so well. Her center stared back at me, and as she said"Please,"it was undecipherable whether she was pleading for the horror to block up or whether she was heroic for more.

I shifted uncomfortably as a burgeoning erection began to push at my denim. The young woman, young and nubile, was not my slut and she would never be able to substitute her, even in my mind's eye, but she suffered so well.

I watched as the sackcloth handbag filled with bricks and tied around her ankle joint pulled her stretched trunk towards the ground. This iniquity pull of solemnity, filled will malintent, opened her labia, exposed the hidden diffuse folds to the sharp boundary of the splintering Grant Wood and she cried out. The delightful yell added yet more length and girth to my hardening peter, as my gaze focused now on her overextended arms, the chains around her wrists and the unremitting flexing of her fingers in an endeavor to disorder her tortured judgement from the extremities of the pain.

She wasn't wet, her thighs were not glistening, she wasn't turned on by the pain like my fiddling Girl would have been. But she was suffering and as the nail was hit hard, the pocket-size spike driven home, piercing through her manually, unwittingly engorged clitoris, securing it to the woods between her thighs, she passed out.

I was left breathless.

"I'm heading out dear."My married woman's loving, caring vocalization broke through the sexual tension that had infused my alone erotic reverie.

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

I heard the threshold lock as my wife left for her yoga class, and once more than I was blissfully alone, left to reflect upon the metre I had spent with my footling miss, the existent love of my life. I missed her so damn much. She clouded my thoughts. She woke up with me outset thing in the morning and she went to bed with me at night.

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

Closing the curtain across the large bedchamber window, I stripped off my clothes. As I took out my earphone and swiped the cover until the picture of Red, tied to my Little fille's bed, business firm, peachy ass high in the air, her body covered in red welted pelf,

her thigh glistening, the thorny, long-stemmed roses strewn across her splendid body, my egg tightened and my hard-on was unadulterated !

******

It had been a few hebdomad since those two glorious back-to-back weekends with the slut and Red. Subsequent workweek of frustration and desperate wanking and becoming to a greater extent 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 concluding time out … what more was there to reach except to pull in their end permanent. In one sense that was the ultimate goal. It wouldn't be murder because they would want it, it would actually be a glorified way of assisting their own suicide, or so I was convincing myself.

I recalled the dungeon porn aspect I had watched earlier and my Little Girl's face took the place of the model in the scene. Agony in her center, bulbous red ball gag stretching her mouth wide-eyed, gloopy saliva dripping from her chin to the prostrate surface on which she was hog-tied.

As those thoughts floated around my head, my mind's eye bringing the aspect, and my slut, to life story … infiltrating my erogenous zones and fuelling my luxuria, I closed my eyes, 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 surprisal, though why it should have been I didn't eff given that we were sitting together in our front room.

"fine honey, thanks, just a petty cadaver. Long surgery today."

That was no lie. It had been a long surgery. Reconstructive study, supporting an ENT surgeon as he rebuilt a shattered impertinence os using vascular tissue and brawn from the girl's slender, smooth thigh, the descent of which was my job.

She had fallen from a bulwark, though what the fuck she was doing on the high up brick social organisation in the number one stead I had no idea … but ours was not to wonder why ! Her grimace had hit the ground first and now she needed urgent surgery.

She was eighteen, the fille. Pretty, with a business firm body, in fact she was a real kickshaw to the eye, all except her shatter face of course. She was just a small vernal than my slut, and as she lay naked on the operating table, anaesthetised into her own welcome oblivion, I slipped my scalpel into the piano soma of her thigh. Holding my breath as I gently pressed with skilled, knowing fingers, I watched the peel rent and open up for me. I observed the line oozing out in fast flowing rivulets down her thigh as I stepped back to allow the nearby arteries to be clamped.

I imagined the mild shape belonging to the breasts of my Little Girl. Using a scalpel to slice into the firm mound, but of trend she wouldn't be rubber within the unconscious confines of an anaesthetic … she would be widely awake so that she could ‘ savour'every moment.

And now, aching from the long-standing nature of the operation, I sat at dwelling, in my country-side, privileged domesticity and groaned at thoughts of my picayune Girl and her sensational protagonist, Red.

What next ? The slut had been busy recently with her essays and whatever else it was, other than drinking and fucking … oh and getting stoned, that students 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 slut and her BF become protagonist with benefits ? I felt more than a small jealous. She had kept in speck with me. The odd schoolbook, and a image or two … but when I had asked about meeting again, she had been a little evasive. Essays, exams, library Roger Sessions, a house sojourn back to her Ma and Pa, as she called them … she was ‘ not indisputable when ’.

All her reasons were potentially actual, but all also possibly playing for time. Had they had enough ? Had they both suddenly come to their senses and realised that if we continued our trysts then they would both most in all likelihood end up permanently dead ? Maybe through finding each other my slovenly woman and her friend had found a rationality to live ?

"Another drop cloth dear ?"I opened my eyes to see my wife standing over me with the bottle of 2006 Nuit St George II, bought from a trip to the Burgundy wine Wine realm 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 girl

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

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

And so there I was at the place. 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 unit of ammunition and, to be honest, so many girls 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 ...

truckle bed train down to the coast. To my little town. Big town really. Pretty lovely B-town by the sea. So emotional to see her, to be with her. A hebdomad is sooo long ! Fuck I love this girl and she loves me. The BF is account. Saw him in town and had a coffee and we decided that it was really over and I kissed him and gave his manus a sad leave-taking stroke. And went out into the drizzle.

seagull. lie with them and hate them. Nah, bed them.

Down to the front end. Wind in our faces. She strokes my hair. Freshly dyed my favourite brilliant galvanising blue. Leans back on the rail, her legs apart. I lean in between. body together. Kiss her sooo much. Fucking erotic love her.

I 'd told 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 love you, you know..'he said. Not a interrogative sentence. Obviously. I love them too. Which I know will be difficult in the future tense. 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 board. vino. Chatter. Cardinal Newman looking down from his frame. Me biting my lip. Tell us everything they say. And then they tell everything. All about me. Kiddy chronicle. Abi laughs.

My helping hand are hurting. My palms are burning. Sis sees me writhing my digit. Gently pulls my hand towards her. She looks at the mark, burnt red. She can guess. From all those times in her room or mine with a hair's-breadth brushwood or a wooden spoonful or whatever. Girly games with minute of forget me drug. She can guess.

In my room with Abi. Naked. Our marked trunk on each early. 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. Crazy make up. brightly oculus. wilderness. Fuck I love her. So fucking beautiful.

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

Then do.

Us two in the Marl.

Us two in bed.

'Shall we do something again ?'

wonder where he is when his phone pings. With his wife ?

curiosity what he 'll say ....

division 3- The Guy

Naked I stood before the whore. The cinch and lengthening burden between my pegleg felt sound, the swollen head pushing forward, rolling up the soft sheepcote of the prepuce in its wake. Wide eyes watched it spring up as the naked student-slut looked first into my face but then further down my body.

"On your knee,"I growled. Dropping slowly into a scrunch up and then to her knee, her optic never leaving mine, she obeyed. I knew that she would. Unhurriedly her nubile, young, swart body slipped to the ground, her eyes becoming deliberately averted, gazing at the flooring, knowing now not to touch mine.

I needed this release. I wanted my piffling female child. I wanted to feel the blotto pussy enveloping my hard-on, her flabby, young sass on mine, our glossa dancing in reciprocal ecstasy. But she was not here, and so I had to make do with a whore.

"Good daughter,"I smirked, my Book filled with platitudinal overtones. She didn't speak but I saw her swallow, the bottleneck of her pharynx betraying the spunk that right now had no dubiety infused her body.

"surface,"my bid was a simple, single word. But as I approached, the undergraduate let her wide-cut lips region and then gasped as I gripped her shiny, long, unfettered black haircloth in my fist and held her tightly.

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

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

By the prison term I released my grip, throwing her to the land before me she was gasping for air and dripping with a midst, potent mix of my pre cum and her saliva. I was as hard as a rock. My urethral dent was dripping …

I needed more.

From each of the bedposts at the bedhead of this piddling student bedsit hung a pair of industrial posture handlock. None of the pink fluffy comfort that sometime adorns such peter, these were blade and hardcore, shaft of her trade !

The harlot flinched as I secured each one in turn around her wrists, leaving her subdivision stretched out all-encompassing, her gaze staring towards the bedroom paries before us, her peachy, swart ass enthralling me, now fully exposed for my viewing pleasure.

I gripped her rosehip and pulled her towards me. She whimpered as the weight unit of her body now rested in part, on her stifle, but in more afflictive part on her wrists, supported only by the harsh, steel turnup that were now biting into her skin.

I picked up the crop. Her craw, the one she already had, and I whipped it quickly just inches from her ass, making her wriggle from the phone as the rod sliced through the thin-air. Seconds later it was slicing through her soma as I landed various blows in prompt taking over onto her firm ass cheeks.

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

"DOE that hurt woman of the street ?"I asked.

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

If I used no names with my Little female child, this student-whore who advertised her services from her clink university bedsit in the student-land district to the North-West of Leeds, wouldn't get my public figure either, not even a traitorously one.

I had paid cash for her and so she did not command a epithet. Two hundred British pound sterling for two hr of ‘ bondage style fun ’, was how she had advertised on the ‘ Leeds bodyguard'web page.

I wasn't surely how often ‘ fun'she was finding this right now. That thought rifled excitingly through my eubstance and morphed into a lust-fuelled drip from my cock-head.

"Do you desire more than ?"I asked, though the enquiry 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 whole consistency motioned forward as she crashed into the edge of the bed, jerking her sleeve and dragging at her cuffed wrists.

"Fuck !"she whispered. I waited for her to sum up her military position and then I hit her again … and again … and again.

Then I fucked her.

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

"There's an special fifty dollar bill pounds for you here."It was all I said as I left. She did not speak.

******

"You've lost weighting,"my wife smiled at me as her delicate fingerbreadth circled around my amphetamine arm to constrict at my biceps. I had, she was right. Since I finis saw my slight fille a few week ago I had taken to the gym again, resurrecting my membership and so now, at least three times a week, I was working out, climbing eternity stairs, overworking my creaking knees with knee-lifts and treading-the-mill for klick upon kilometre. The wholly routine was followed up with a swim and then some R & R in the hot tub and the sauna. I was feeling good … I was in love with a young student miss, I needed to feel, and looking, way Thomas More than ‘ good'!

"It's a long time since I've seen you in this physical body dearest,"my married woman 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 part with my wife. Let her believe it was all for her. The slimmed down paunch, the reclaimed definition across my breast 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 unjust really, because my married woman had turned fifty only just before Christmas, and she was in good cast. Careful eating, twice-weekly yoga and an active lifestyle kept her very trimming. She was fuckable still for sure, and I must not forget that. If I wanted to hold back my trysts with the slut and her acquaintance Red a secret then I must never forget to give my married woman the tending she deserves.

With a moment to myself I swiped the phone to open the subject matter from my picayune Girl …

"Hi, shall we do something again ?"

The pictorial matter she sent were exquisite. Two were attached, both of her and Red. One showing the two of them in bed together, clearly defenseless, Red exposing a nice, set nipple, and another of them in the pub. Beautiful. That told me they were together now as an ‘ item ’. I presumed therefore that when my Little girl said"… shall WE do something … ”, Red was included in the ‘ we ’.

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

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

It was Tues the 18th February and it seemed they could puddle this coming weekend. Could I ? You bet I could, whatever it took. I had proposed that date, this coming weekend because I couldn't postponement any longer for my art object of their ass, but I hadn't thought it through, and so now I needed a plan. After developing a infantile fixation on dungeon related porn over the past dyad of weeks, a donjon it had to be. Inquisition dash. No mercy.

But where ?

I knew just the place, if I could progress to it happen.

I opened the contact for George meadow. George VI was on the security measures squad at Leeds town vestibule. We did not populate in Leeds but it was only a Harlan Stone's throw away from our countryside residence on the Pennine Way looking down over the Calder Valley.

"Hi George VI, I'm after a privilege …"

I had operated on George's daughter a few years ago, nothing life or death, but a real enough procedure and he had been eternally thankful. Like all surgeons I was consciously aware of de-coupling from my patients and their family post-procedure, as soon as the metre was right. It was loose for them to become attached to their surgeon, given the service we provide, and over the mass medium to long full term that wasn't a healthy situation to be in.

But George had been utilitarian, sorting out preferential parking at Town vestibule case for me, and even getting me an upgraded just the ticket for a John Major concert, when they were like atomic number 79 dust.

I had asked him for access to the subterranean cells under the Town Asaph Hall. They were the old jail cells, built in 1858 with the new Town manor hall when Bridewell police force Station was based there … unused since 1902, but still in-tact. low temperature, wasteland, stern … you could tour around them during certain days, and sometimes ambient result would be held in them, at Halloween for example.

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

But I wanted the cells to myself for the Nox. Could George arrange it, could he make it bechance ? When I called him I needed to skirt the truth, but not lie entirely. I had a ‘ friend ’, if he knew what I meant. A special, young girl-friend, and she was a bit of a frisson quester. I needed to observe up with her, demonstrate myself … but she was so deserving it George, you should see her. Yes, it was double-faced, but with my hard-hitting life, surely George II you don't begrudge me this, do you ?

He didn't. He understood, so he said, and his musical note assumed the meddlesome, confidential levels that were regularly assumed when mortal 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 deliver the ‘ interrogation cell ’, the one with …

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

"Yes, that's the one George."

It wasn't a problem. George III called me a lucky bastard.

He had no idea.

contribution 4 - The daughter

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

Tangled in the twised continental quilt. Touching her. Playing with her hair.

buss her ear. So angelic she is.

osculation her neck.

osculation her nose.

candy kiss her eyes.

Kiss her belly and her cunt. Linger. one shot. Sweet. Softly.

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

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

But they aren't.

At all

Because we are two mad crazy girls.

bookshop and rain and barbarian seas.

piece of tail sleep together her. Being with her. Watching her hair nose candy over her face. Salt.

Wet skirts and faces and digit 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 cognize 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 take care what he does. I say.

As long as ... you know ... it 's us two. I want him to offend 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 have imagined it. Not before.

But now ?

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

We 're mad are n't we ?

We 're fucking loony. She says.

Bath. liquid ecstasy. Her and me. Her endorse wet against my tits. Hate the fuck taps.

backrest at the Marl. Love it here. Queer paradise. I knew I loved it even before ...

pelt in a corner with her.

What do you visualize ?

wellspring ... She says. I sort of fancy bad things. Like ... well ... like a torturing bedchamber. You know. Like in the inquisition. Not like in Iraq or some shit hole. Somewhere where they treat you properly as they torture you. Like a witch or mortal. You know. strappado. Rack. Hot things. stiletto heel. Mexican valium. Whips. dark places and flaming Aaron's rod and flickering shadows.

'Poetic'I say.

Yeah. She says. Poetic. bother verse. We should write a book.

And you ? She says.

Hmmm. I guess the same. I say. Or an old bedstead and electrical energy on my knocker and cunt.

And him ? She says.

Do n't worry. I say. He can bang 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 form fucker. A bastard fucker. But that 's serious. I think. But I do n't really think anything of him apart from that. Just lucky to have got found someone. I guess he 's crazy too. I wonder what he spends his twenty-four hours doing ?

erotica. She says. All day. Whenever he can. Or paying sluts for sex. Or ogling students. Dreaming. I guess we are perfect for him. Toys he can playact with. No cosmic string attached.

Unless he 's tying us up. I say.

Ha.

I think he 's hook up with. She says. You can assure 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 heavier and labored 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 kill us. And that 's what has to find I guess. Like Checkov with his gun. He 'll kill us. He ca n't stop. We ca n't stop. So what else can happen. He 'll down us.

So do you mind ? I ask her.

Not really. She says. Not really.

Let 's get another drink. She says.

Part 5 - The Guy

"… The natural event and development of result by chance in a happy or beneficial way …"I felt compelled to face up the genuine 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 plan that kept my wife's suspicions at bay.

Through another unbelievable round of serendipity, I now had one !

******

"Darling,"my wife had sounded tentative when she spoke, the tonus 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 Flower Shop, the one that I …"

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

"fountainhead this weekend she has the concluding class and exam for her Extended Diploma in Floristry, and she needs someone to open the shop on Saturday for her …"

Now I was listening …

"And so …"

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

"leave-taking on Friday actually darling, the shop opens at 8am … and most probably income tax return on Monday if that's alright ? Oh my darling, is that okeh ?"She looked genuinely good-for-naught as she moved to me and wreathe her arms around my neck.

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

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

She pulled away smiling,"Thank you darling, let me go call 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 visual modality of a maze of night, wet, 'hostel'like cells and a gruelling atmosphere held in chain of mountains adorned walls, I was not disappointed.

George II had handed me the headstone on Wednesday night, so that I could need a aspect round. Get my armorial bearing. His spare set they were, and so I could string up onto them until ‘ afterwards ’.

The gens Bridewell is the generic term for a Ithiel Town lock chamber Up, historically a small prison used to house captive arrested in the town, and awaiting their coming into court in court of law. The name comes originally from a prison house for vagrants and subaltern offenders in London, which was near the Christian church of St. Bride, and also near a well, hence the Bridewell. to the highest degree large cities in Victorian time had a centrally based Bridewell prison and Leeds was no exception.

The old stone corridors were long and wordy, catacomb-like, and surprisingly warm, a little like the basement memory at the infirmary. Must be an underground thing. And this subterranean region that opened up once a flight of Harlan Fiske Stone stairs had been descended from underneath the front entering, was no different. Warm, scarily eerie and wonderfully soundproofed !

I could hear no sound from anywhere else. Not alfresco nor above … just secretiveness, except for the raw auditory sensation that emanated from this old roundabout series of corridors and rooms. Yet I would be able to revel every cry and groan, all of the yelling out loud from the slovenly woman and her ally, as well as their less tortuous supplication for mercy. Just walking around this shoes excited me.

Each cell contained an old wooden bench, and fetter band for radiocarpal joint and ankles fastened to the wood and to the paries. The room, were small and dark, with stone flagged story, whitewashed bulwark, and no windows. The original thick wooden room access were in-tact with pocket-size intellectual nourishment hatch cut into the Ellen Price Wood that served the purpose of both serving the meagre intellectual nourishment rations and ‘ voyeuristically'watching the prisoners.

Then there was the ‘ interrogation room ’.

Wow !

An old rack was the main twist on display. This room had a small, modern rope-fence to prevent the viewing public away from the pieces on display, but it was not secured and George had said to simply travel it out of the way. I knew there would be no to a greater extent tour of duty 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, rough wood of the wheel. It felt so damn … evil. The long-slatted material body, its flat open had roofy ties at the top and steel manacles at the behind to hold the victim's ankle joint in place while the body was stretched to breaking compass point. A expectant cranking grip was placed at the principal of the device, by the carpus, to force the bare eubstance taut, and then tauter still … I gripped the long care and twisted. The wooden machine groaned superbly into life as the bike turned and the rophy shifted. It worked ! Fuck, yes …

When I saw the wooden roller in the middle of the slatted inning my breath was taken away … they were adorned with wooden spikes. More blunt now than they once would experience been, and no-where near as price inflicting as the atomic number 26 spikes that sat in the Saame blank space during medieval times. But fucking condemnable and painful none-the-less, and they would mark an otherwise smooth, naked and exposed back for sure as shooting !

I couldn't wait to get the fornicatress tied up on this lulu !

I let my eyes scan around the respite of this larger cellular telephone. The unharmed Robert Penn Warren of stone way and corridors had dull lighting installed, presumably to give up the visitors to see what they came to see, whilst not detracting from the air. And so, having switched it on I was delighted to see that the installed lighting meant that the electrics in here provided a modest number of sockets into which affair, like large vibrators, could be plugged. I smiled to myself with a very smug sensation of satisfaction.

What else ?

Oh hoot ! A wooden sawhorse, and that sharpness was still acutely … and splintered. nookie … and a chair. Large, old, wooden, studded all over with iron studs !

I had to lean against the wall and take caudex of the thrills that were infusing my body right now. All of these devices, all straight out of my fantasies, and I would get to use them on my Little Girl, and her gorgeous friend Red.

Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckkkkkk !

******

I sent St. George a text message of thanks.

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

My ancestry was pumping quickly and I was already struggling to insure my excitement as I typed the schoolbook message.

"Sabbatum it is then Little One. All is in place. I have secured somewhere very especial for us this time. I need you both to be in Leeds Centre by early afternoon. I will encounter you at the place. Let me know the nearest caravan reaching sentence to 1pm for you. reserve First course travel on your acknowledgment bill ( you have got one, right ? ) You will call for the comforter 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 shit lucky stars !

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

Part 6 - The Girl

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

So far away from anywhere proper.

wrong slope 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 impossible to get to.

Fuck. Leeds it is.

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

I mean, here we are. Two cute scholarly person who kiss each other and smile and draw in coup d'oeil which are somewhat envious in the Marl and here we are headed up to some stool townsfolk to forgather this guy we do n't know with the express intent and desire of being hurt and hurt badly. For a weekend. Some people go to Barcelona or German capital, we go to some subway cell to be tortured. And we want to. fucking 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 nice. smart than me and probably nicer than me too .'

'She 's going to Oxford ?'

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

'You 're pretty and sassy'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 know her. It 's always been girls for her. No straying into penis dry land like me. I can list them ... Emma, Maddy, Miri, Becca ... always cute. Always her curled up in front line of the tv with chocs and a girlfriend. Of course she 'd piece of ass Abi. poor people fucking Oxford when she gets there I think ...

Slugging through London.

Onto the train north. Dirty windows. As ever.

Sandwiches.

My nails prise the credit card away from the composition board. 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 property 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 train takes for ever.

Clanking.

Stopping.

Jolting.

Kids and mothers and dropped coke bottles.

And a book to read.

And not a page really read as I imagine my body naked and bloody. And the rainfall cleans short stripes as it flies over the filthy window.

And I think of the whip on my belly and my venter tensing and my skin going red as the lash leaves its little stripes and beads of blood.

And I think of my mouth becoming dry and my fingerbreadth clenching.

And my wrists hurting and my ankle hurting and my bosom feeling so wonderful and tender and sexy and ...

I look at her adorable face.

And I want to see her cry.

And here we are. midriff of another dull Yorkshire Saturday ... two girlfriend with two picayune Fjallraven backpacks headed to the burnt umber lieu to await for a guy whose epithet they do n't recognize who is going to look after them for the weekend and ca-ca them both very happy.

We 're fucking crazy.

Part 7 - The Guy

It was almost 1pm on Saturday the 22nd February 2020. Another escort for my collection of meaning date, a aggregation that was building rapidly every-time I saw these two masochistic little girls.

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

It wouldn't be long now.

There were plenty of students around today. Saturday was a travel day … menage to see category or off to visit the swain or girlfriend. I watched a fresh-faced girl wander into my contrast of quite a little. besotted denim, mammilla to die for, plump lips, button nose … hoot those dungaree, so fucking tight. Then she crouched down to look inside her bag and I could see the shank band of a black lace flip-flop exposed … nooky, she was very, very hot. Would she like to be beaten ? I found myself wondering.

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

It was them …

******

She had left on Friday, the married woman. No lifts required, no train to hitch, she had taken her car - it was easier to drive. And so, I had the full day to myself once my 11am clinic was over. There was only one place to go.

Leeds City core was in use, it was Friday lunchtime after all, but no one had middle for a solitary guy making his way down to the left of the large flight of Lucy Stone, figurehead stair at the city's townspeople Hall.

I opened the room access to the cells. It creaked in the stereotypical way that it should, and the pleasant sensation of the warm air hit me. This was more than just subway system air seizure, it was probably being heated from the rooms above it. Whatever, it was nice and warm, which meant that I could keep the sluts naked for longer.

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

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

"Stay as long as you wish,"I found myself saying with, hopefully, not too very much relish - I had blossom of my own to crop !

"You WILL be O.K. dear, won't you ?"Her question was genuine but she knew what I would say.

"Of course, honey, now go and forget about me for a yoke of 24-hour interval. I will call in you on Sunday once your in use day is over and we can catch up."

Call over and the way through this weekend's sitting with my girls, was now clear.

That night brought little nap and an almost constant erection. I was desperate to fill it, but I was damned if I would waste my succus …

******

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

I smiled and nodded, and without a password I put my hand around the backbone of her school principal, 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 Little lady friend, 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 supporter was stunning but I wanted the slovenly woman to roll in the hay that it was her that I loved.

We walked the poor distance to the Town Hall. Sabbatum afternoon filled with shoppers and afternoon drinkers. We were heading straight for the cells.

"You look good, both of you …"I said as we walked. Both of them wore dark apparel and, with the weather being a little warmer than it could have been in February, their jacket crown were short.

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

She giggled.

"Where the shag are we ?"The slattern said when I took them down the step at the front of the Town Hall. I laughed at her clog mouth.

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

They walked silently into the gloom, I followed and closed the door with a garish smasher, turning the key to lock us inside. My fornicatress jumped deliciously at the flash sound, and then laughed nervously.

I flicked on the luminance which did nothing to lighten the atmosphere.

"Follow me."I headed further into the maze.

They did, without a news 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 small 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 petty cunt. Do it now slut."

With wide middle and a gulp, my fiddling female child slipped off her jacket and toenail off her shoes. It was with trembling work force that she punched loose the clit on her jeans and wriggled provocatively out of the tight denim.

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

My pharynx dried a lilliputian when her firm, red-tipped breasts came into clear view.

"Beautiful,"I uttered almost to myself.

"take down her panties Red."I smiled as with just a single glance at me, her friend scrunch up and slowly pulled the lace thong off, peeling the gusset succulently away from her already puffy labia.

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

"I huh … fine … I guess."

She moved a little from metrical unit to human foot, her organic structure linguistic communication demonstrating the taking into custody that was no doubt active agent inside her head, a smirk riding her mouth.

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

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

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

She did as I ordered without time lag or dissent, and I crouched by her incline in ordination to kiss her, which I did with a barbarian passion. She gripped me, and returned the kiss just as greedily. What I take from her, this loose woman, I take with need and lust and greed and desire. With erotic love. A unknown love, maybe, to the extraneous world, yet it is our humans and in that man we can accept what we want.

I released her from the bosom, and I glanced sideways where Red was leaning impassively against the low temperature, Lucy Stone wall.

"Suck."Was all I said as I unfastened the button on my super C army-style jeans and held my erecting out towards her face.

With a bingle look upwards into my face before averting her eyes again, my Little female child leaned forward and took me hungrily into her mouth before I could even erect my hands to her head.

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

Then I stopped wondering, as my digit slid into her hair and her mouth glided down onto my erecting. I groaned, fuck that feels good. Then I was lost in the ace as she kissed her way back along my shaft, holding me ever so gently with her teeth just below the self-conceited top dog, and slurping her lingua over the cap of my penis.

The initial overpowering wave of sensations passed, and I regained command. Gripping her capitulum tightly, fingers woven into her hair, I moved back just slightly, keeping her mouth on my cock, making her dependant on me for restraint, speed, depth, loss. She tried to lean further in, pulling against my bag, trying to take to a greater extent of my cock into her rima oris, into her throat.

I let her, guiding her head forward, slowly, as she stretched her neck opening and breathed in a relax way. I could feel her teeth barely scraping my shaft, her natural language pressing against the ridge on the underside of my cock, her warm, moist sass engulfing me.

The slim gripping pressure sensation 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 time to grunt her way through her heroic search for breath. But before she had clock time to recover, I pushed and squeeze and once to a greater extent the jade was straining to take me into her mouth, straining against my fingers in her hair, allowing her to engulf me once again.

Then a laugh emanated from my throat, vicious sounding, and I cruelly pulled her away from my shaft. She whimpered, the slut, and looked up at me. I relaxed my grip in her hair.

"Okay,"I said, as if granting permission for her to summarize, and she speedily returned to nibbling down my dick, breathing me into her throat, licking my egg. I groaned again, my leg trembled a lilliputian, and my juices began to rise.

I arched my rear in pleasance,"Aaaaah, fuck … yes …"

She nipped back up the side of my shaft again, until she was focused solely on the head of my hammer … my laborious, throbbing, exquisitely sensitive cock. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and the wet, silky and I swear could smell out every taste bud on her glossa right now.

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



Some office of me, the surgeon, proper, social, kind-to-children-and-animals part was appalled at what I was planning. But the early theatrical role of me, the character I am revelling in right now, was smiling a cruel, jubilant smile of its own.

There is some part of my Little daughter as well that is shock, I know that. The part that hands in her essays on time, makes her parents proud, looks out for her sister, the"expert girl ”, rather than the blatantly intimate adulteress, who is on her stifle before me, dripping in spitting and juices …

My fan. My love. I embrace all of her, every aspect, every part … I want all of her.

"Get up."

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

Then, without warning, I gripped her by the pharynx and slammed her hard against the Edward Durell Stone wall.

"Here use this on her,"I handed Red the small egg vibration. Her eye widen, my fornicatress had seen this malicious twist before, and she groaned as best she can within the confines of my grip.

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

I let her bombilate the vibrations all over the loose woman's button, and along her labia, inside and out, until my picayune Girl was tensed and ready to cum, pleading from the croaky astuteness of her organic structure for discharge. I tightened my bobby pin on her neck even more and then just as she was about to climax … I knocked Red's arm away.

The slovenly woman's knee gave way causing me to adjudge her upright entirely via my clutch around her neck.

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

"Duct magnetic tape in my pocket, get it out and record the vibe inside her body. Do it now Red."

She did, and that satanic little device was trapped inside my petty Girl.

Then she came. And we let her. Red and I watched the slovenly woman pin heavily to the ground, landing painfully on her weapon, still secured behind her back, and then I smiled as she writhed and squirmed in dainty agony, her wetness contained inside her kitty behind the wall of canal magnetic tape covering her puss. I grinned across at Red who looked down upon her protagonist wearing what I thought was an expression of envy.

I laughed and dragged my Little fille to her metrical foot before throwing her nerve first against the mobile phone paries. Without her branch to protect her she hit the Edward Durell Stone with her titty first and slumped groaning to the earth. The vibe still hummed away inside her body building steadily towards its adjacent onslaught.

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

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

"Let's go eat somewhere nice Red, just you and me and leave this puss to her sexual climax …"

Red said nada, but she offered no resistance when I moved her out of the cell and slammed the threshold shut. It bolted locked from the outside trapping my Little Girl inside its gloomy walls.

I turned and opened the minuscule food for thought hachure in the principal door control board, and my piffling Girl's pathetic middle were there staring out at us …

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

"Watch out for the blackleg slut …"were my last words as we closed the main door with a meretricious bang.

portion 8 - The Girl

Sometimes I could really be intimate him. Not really. Yeah. He does this stuff so well.

FUUUUUCK !

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

FUUUUUCK !

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

I 've pushed myself back to the wall. My defenseless back against the bulwark. My arms cuffed behind me. My berm hurt ...

FUUUUUCK !

Oh god ! I love this fucking matter 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 turn back. I ca n't .... I love it hate it love it ... .FUUUUCKKK !

My belly. My rima oris drooling. My cunt. My fucking twat !

FUUUUCK !

He came to take on us. Just off the train. In the student-crowded station just two more than scholar babes meeting their dad/uncle/whatever.

Kisses. to a greater extent than you should with lady friend like us. Too young for that sort of osculate unless we 're selling.

But no-one notices.

And so it starts.

Out round the corner and to the building, the ugly, ostentatious, imperial building of a construction that is the town Asaph Hall. I 'd recognise its modest man 's penis editorial and cock-envy tower anywhere. Ugly stupid big fucker of a building.

He takes us through a door that he has the key to. Down some whole tone. More like it. A sort of keep. Another door.

What can I see ?

Amazing things !

Just for us !

Lucky girls that we are !

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

DO N'T STOP ! ! ! !

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

pile on my genu. His little young woman doing what he says. What I like to do.

suction him off. He pushes into me. deep. Ca n't hardly breathe. make out this. This thing in my throat. detest it filthy hate it girl. Not. Yes. Yes. have it away it.

Not.

Fuck ! Yeah .... Fuck ... Gasping for air. Gagging. Gagging. Out. Gasp. Breathe. In. Again. piece of ass !

FUUUUUUCKKK ! This thing ! My unhurt fucking body !

Up.

I get.

And

HE cuffs me. I 'm his. Not mine. My body 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. tape measure it in. FUUUCK !

I fucking want this !

FUCKK !

sweep me down. On my belly on my tits. 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 body ! ! ! ! nooky. Legs bouncing. I ca n't fucking control ... 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 ! beloved. How lots nooky MOREFUUUUUUCKKK ! ! !

persona 9 - The Guy

"I love my piddling female child, Red, you know that, right ?"I looked up from my bowl of Penne Carbonara Pasta across the tabular array at the beautiful flame-haired girl 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 ? eff you ?"She laughed,"No, of row not, but I do enjoy her, your minuscule friend. She is the double-dyed fan and partner for me …"

"I meant, do you bonk what I do to you ?"

Red looked down at her plate.

"Do you ?"I pushed. Seeing her so retiring to do was turning me on.

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

"It scares me. You scare me."

What a utter 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 fork. Her question 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 60 minutes when Red and I walked back into the cells, and opened the room access into the small stone room that we had left the slut in.

What I saw when the old woodwind instrument creaked undefended sent my burgeoning erecting into full blown overdrive.

My Little Girl was sprawled on the trading floor, on her side, bridge player still cuffed behind her binding. Her second joint were widely apart and glistening, the epithelial duct tape recording was half on one-half off, and a consortium of liquid had formed under her. The evil short vibe was still very clearly lodged inside her sweet physical structure … I could hear it buzzing away, still pursuing its erotic devilment.

Slowly her shut down eyes flickered undecided."Pl … please, Mis … Mister, m … make it st … full stop,"she pleaded in a broken, sensual whisper.

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

"Did you piss yourself ?"

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

I pressed the release on the remote in my air hole and the strumpet visibly groaned as her body was able to slacken. She looked discharge already and we hadn't even started !

Moving my fingers to her dent, she winced as I worked two fingerbreadth inside her. She had obviously climaxed so many clip that she was almost dry … perfective !

hook my figure inside her physical structure I scooped the vibe down and out.

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

Grabbing her by the neck mountain range I pulled the slut to her feet and dragged her behind me to the interrogatory jail cell. She struggled to maintain her footing over the few yards that we travelled, but I cared not.

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

Unfastening the strumpet's wrists, I looked at her, and then at the long, old, flat, wooden rack.

"Get on."

There was no dissent from her as she climbed aboard, and I set about tying her wrists, one to each corner of the wooden device. I then fastened her ankles into the iron manacles that were fixed to the bottom of the flagitious gimmick … and she was fastened in … ready for the drive of her Pres Young living !

My Little Girl's eyes were now wide subject and she stared upwards at the roof as if trying to concentrate her mind … was she focused on what was about to happen, or something completely different in an attempt to disport the pain.

With the slut secured on the wheel I turned to Red.

"Strip."

The flame-haired beauty 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 trim top over her capitulum to discover her beautiful, braless chest. Her blue jean followed.

Red's thighs were smooth, business firm, just the right mix of muscle tone and softness. Wonderfully unruffled calves, perfect feet ; so dainty and pedicured, slender little ankles.

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

Wow. A perfect naked canvas tent, adorned with beautiful body art, ready to be beaten.

"hands behind your back Red, now !"My feeling was quiet, but the intent very clear-cut. She obeyed.

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

She stared, more in fascination than horror as I stepped closelipped, lowering the knife towards her belly. She tried to wriggle away, a natural enough response, but was held tight by her restrained branch. Her eyes closed with a slight gasp as I laid the forthright position of the blade along her stomach.

"Be very, very still, Little young lady"I told her softly. I slid the tongue up along the pacify vallecula of her belly and down between her second joint. Using the point of the leaf blade I burrowed it slowly and very carefully between her puffy, sticky labia and slipped the acute, shank into her pussy. The slut groaned, but she did not motivate one single column inch, I gradually pushed the blade deeper. Leaving it in situ I moved to the top of the single-foot where the handle was.

She was gorgeous, my Little daughter, especially now that she was star-fished out on the frigidness, old wood of the wheel, her radiocarpal joint and ankle roped to its opposing ends. Her pegleg were melt off and gleaming, her pelvis slender, her tummy flat and business firm. Her ribcage formed a gentle arch topped by her proud breasts. Her arm were silky and toned with young muscle, and from my advantage item looking down her eubstance, I could see the knife protruding from her cunt.

I gripped the rack 's cross-shaped hold, and gave it a play. The roller shifted, and the ropes pulled on the slut 's carpus, straightening her arms. She looked up towards her hands in sudden alarum, and the rachet locked in place with a satisfying sound.

"Oh roll in the hay ?"she whimpered. Her bare breast were shifting quickly with the movement, rising up her nubile body.

I turned the handle again. This time there was resistance, as my little Girl's trunk was moved into place by the tightening process, and articulatio radiocarpea forget me drug pulling taut, her peg now being pulled hard against the harsh, old iron that encased her ankles.

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

And trusted enough, when I started to turn the handle again, I saw her musculus tense. Her blazon and thigh acquired a more detail definition as she pulled on the Mexican valium in opposition to the wheel 's force. But the slut soon learned that she could do nothing to halt its progress, as the handle moved regardless, drawing her torso a half-inch tauter. She gave a moan of scare as the ratchet clinked home, and then screamed as her back began to move over the wooden studs that dotted the three roll which she was now being dragged over.

I moved to the juncture of her thighs and saw a small drip of blood dripping from her pussy, where the knife dot had scratched her sore folds. She looked so damn hot with the red rill dripping from her prick, over her perineum to stimulate her pudendal nerve.

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

"You are so fucking helpless Little Girl,"I smirked with satisfaction.

Just to show my detail, and demonstrate the true nature of her weakness, I gave the wheel one more turning. This time, the stretchiness to her whole body was visible ; her arms and legs, already straight, grew even more taut, her ribcage lifted, her belly hollowed, and she gave a loud pant. Her fingers released the ropes, 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 convoluted vignette, her manus now gamey behind her head word. 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 jade being tortured before her very eyes.

"Do you like watching ?"I asked, moving my hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, cupping her mound.

She nodded.

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

She did not reply.

"Do, you ?"I pursued an answer.

"I, d … don't know,"her answer 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 prison cell wall, my finger's breadth buried even deeper inside her, I pushed my dead body close and my back talk to within an inch of hers.

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

And she did, a recondite, open mouthed candy kiss, though I wasn't sealed whether the rootage of such warmth was genuine or whether it was simply that Red knew that was what I wanted her to do. It didn't topic … she did it anyway. Our embrace was broken by a plaint from the slut.

I pulled away from Red and looked down upon the stand

My Little Girl was shivering, her ribcage stark, standing out from her otherwise perfect flesh, her nipple settled like hard, fleshy heater. There was beautiful despair on every trembling breath. I smiled ; veneration only improved the effect of the rack, reducing the flexibleness of brawniness and tendons … 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 motorcar. The handle turned, the forget me drug were pulled, and by her articulatio radiocarpea, the slut was stretched further.

Her muscularity and joints were already tense up, and, as her body rolled over the wooden rivet that speared her back, the heightened levels of pain in the ass seemed to hit her at once. My fiddling little girl gave a gasp, then a whimper, clenching her dentition. I waited a few mo, then turned the lever tumbler once more. As the ratchet clinked into situation, the slut was stretched again, and this time she gave a very fulfill loud vociferation !

Fuck, I was so shucks erect !

Her fingers curled and flexed uselessly as I watched the elbow grease begin to bead on her breasts and neck. The muscle in her blazon and legs were firmly with the straining, the rope tight around her wrists. Now it was getting interesting ; the painful sensation had really started to hit home plate, and every time she stretched it would arise exponentially.

I put my hands on the lever, fixed my heart on her."look this !"

I turned the roller. I saw the slattern 's lissom Whitney Young torso stretchability as the wrist-ropes shortened another half in. As painful sensation flashed through her limbs and her backrest, she screamed.

"AAAAAARRGHHHH ! Sto… o … op !"Her principal tipped back, her oculus squeezed shut. I could see the tension all through her body, her ribcage stark. I knew at this early phase that the pain was intense and burning, but it was through muscles rather than sinew, still so relatively mild.

I moved to her nous and grinned into her aspect."full point Little Girl, you want me to stop … you, my stark pain in the ass Slut, want me to cease your distress. Do you really ?"

The slut looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks and then turned her oral sex away.

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

region 10 - The Girl

I 'm trembling. Still trembling. And soaking and feeling dried out all at the Sami fourth dimension. And so bonk up.

And now I 'm here. Facing her.

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

So beautiful.

Long, sleek. Waiting.

I look at the row of teeth. Wishing they were sharpie. At the irons for my ankle. At the ropes for my carpus. I 'm so ready for this.

And I 'm thinking of all the girls who went before me. Unknown little girl in Bamberg or Toledo. Anne in the pillar and her screams so gaudy they heard them in the garden. And the roman type womanhood who rebelled and strangled herself rather than face a secondment ride.

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

It has just one purpose. To make its guest suffer appallingly. To suffer the most exquisite pain imaginable.

And now I am to be its guest.

He asks me to get on and of track I do. I slide my physical structure, my trembling body ( it 's fear as well as excitement. Real fear ), onto the wooden bed.

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

He tells me to be still. I feel him pass a blade over my belly. Over my slit. I feel him slip the blade into may cunt, painlessly. Unless I move. I am on my rack with a knife in my twat. I am so amazing. I am so awe-inspiring. I am so nookie amazing.

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

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

He goes to the handles. Oh fuck. It will start.

He turns. I feel the tensity, so very light, beginning.

'oh ass ...'

I feel the skin tighten over my costa. My arms and legs beginning to be drawn out and away. I feel my belly become squiffy. I feel the knife in my slit. I feel such marvelous feeling. But I am so terrorize. This has hardly started.

He tells her to bet at me. I try to glance. I know she wants to be me. I want to see her like me. I fucking love her.

He turns it again. Now it 's hurting. My body becomes not mine. Suspended between my ankle joint and wrists. Pulling me capable. My cunt hurts. My articulatio humeri 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 sozzled. A man of string. A beautiful twine being pulled and pulled and pulled.

FUUUCK ! This is hurting so a great deal ! I think of Anne. THey broke her. They had to carry her to her burning at the stake. He could better me. He could leave me bust up forever. Broken. He 's fucking breaking me apart ! I want this to give up and to carry on and it fucking hurts so 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 buck me apart. I fucking want this. I am in so a lot pain now ! I ca n't shout ! I ca n't ...

AAAAAGH ! ! ! ! OWWWWAAAAAGHHHH ! AAAAAAAAAGHHHHH !

I can shout ! I can ! I can still suspire. I can ... I am so tight ! I love this soo much. It hurts so make out often ! I want him to kill me on this fucking auto ! I want him to tear my fucking arms and legs off ! I want to die here with her watching !

I do n't ! I just want this to last forever. To get unsound. To pain more. Iwant to offend so fucking a lot ! I want him to turn the wheel again. I want to hurt on this lovely machine so much ! I want her to find out. I want her to watch me. My tight beautiful soundbox. Crying out in painfulness for her. I fucking bed her so fucking very much !

I stare up. I am looking at the sky of my cellphone. I am staring up. He passes my side. I feel the lather on my side. I feel the stew on my face. I feel my articulatio radiocarpea and ankle joint on fervidness. I feel my lungs screaming at me to block up. I feel my belly tearing inside me. I feel my seawall and my axillary cavity and my knee and my human elbow and my back and everything and he 's going to reduce it again and I so a great deal want him to ! I want him to !

Hurt me ! injury me sooo practically ! Hurt me !

Part 11 - The Guy

I turned the handle another pass and the jade screamed as she was stretched … this time I heard the R-2 creaking as they pulled her body more taut. The ratchet clicked into space with a metallic sounding clank.

My Little missy's heart were now all-embracing, her oral fissure open as she drew intimation and screamed again, agony etched into her pretty features. I could see the tendons in her arms and ramification and marvelled at how blind drunk they already were, the musculus drawn rigid. Her spine popped as it flexed out.

"Oh, God … stop the pain in the neck, please !"The slut wailed, the obvious pain so unmistakable in her beautiful face.

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

Sweat began to shine on her exposed ribcage and breasts and in the hole of her tense up armpits.

I could n't resist her. Slowly I moved to the foot of the wrack, and put my bridge player to her foot. I trailed my fingertips up the pallid sole and over the hardened skin, across the arch, then around to her ankle joint, where the iron manacle was grinding against her flesh releasing minor rivulets of blood to run down over her ankle bone and onto the wooden spline of the rack. I ran my hand up her polish calf to her knee, then slowly up her thigh … her beautiful, glistening second joint … hardened with the strain.

Slowly, I slid my helping hand up over the concave bank of her stomach, it was hollowed out, a rivulet of sweat running provocatively down the groove to her belly button. The slut's sweat-streaked ribcage, by line, was lifted and harshly seeable through her cutis. Reaching out to refer her, I ran my fingertips over each bony ridgeline, until I reached the blurriness of her breast. Her beautiful firm titty, pulled high up her stretch along organic structure, the nipple hard … begging for attention.

My Little miss's skin was warm and downy, clustered with droplets of perspiration, and I brushed my fingers over the pap, where her nipple tolerate stone-hard ... it puckered to the touch.

She could only cry out as, once again, I put my hands to the lever, and wrenched the handle around. The adulteress was stretched even further, and let out a hanker riot of pain. It was getting harder to turn the roller … she was nearing the terminal point of her consistency 's capacity to adulterate. I felt my cock ache as I watched her throw her head from slope to side, screaming in agony.

Such a simple-minded method of torture, and yet so effective.

My slut's youthful, rounded, breasts were heaving fast as she screamed, her hands curled into wet fists beyond the groaning rophy. Her hale body was covered in dripping perspiration, as he lay on my single-foot … torture and turning, writhing and squirming endlessly, as far as the roach and manacle would allow.

With my footling fille's thigh-slapper echoing around my header I looked down upon her stretched eubstance one finally fourth dimension before moving to Red, who still stood, back against the bulwark, puss glistening from my to begin with attention, hands on top dog, just watching …

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

Red nodded.

"Do you want me to hurt you ?"

She shrugged … her plain impassiveness made me grin. I knew why she was here.

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

Again, she nodded, and now I smiled.

"Good then let me move the wooden horse over to here for you. I saw her middle close momentarily on hearing the news of my purpose. The sharp surfaced saw buck was made of oak … long-lasting and heavy.

But I was able to proceed it to a vantage decimal point where both female child could see one another, and the horse was directly until a thick ceiling chain with a large hook attached to it.

Perfect.

The horse came complete with two wooden stop to aid the victim when she was straddling it, and, with them both being connected by a single piece of rope, they could be pulled away simultaneously when the victim was appropriately positioned, maximising the impact of the sharp, splintered Ellen Price Wood airfoil as it cut deep into her cunt.

I pulled the flame-haired girl over to the heinous device waiting nearby. It was such a unproblematic thing … a trilateral plank of oakwood, shrill position up, mounted highschool on a pair of stout posts.

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

Yet still my slight young woman found the desire from deep within her tortured body to flick her eyelids open, just a little, to take a squint look at Red, her naked lover, about to be damaged.

I had placed the wooden blocks on either face of the horse and it was to these that I led her. I placed Red's left foot on the near cube and swung her physical structure up and her leg over the ridge until she stood precariously on the two reenforcement, her privates a infantry or so above the sharp ridge.

"Are you scared Red ?"I asked.

She nodded, and that pleased me.

Moving to my appurtenance holdall I brought out two pocket-size bags filled with small-scale lead weights, each weighing around fifteen pounds each. Heavy enough without being too outrageous.

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

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

"detainment out your articulatio radiocarpea girl,"I ordered. Slowly but surely, she did as I asked, teetering a little on the tree stump. I cuffed her with the like handcuff previously used on the slut, and then I carefully pulled her arms eminent in forepart of her organic structure and hooked the cuffs over the large ceiling hook.

There were no remote-controlled winch in this old cell net, put respective sluggish pulls on the rope pulley block pulled her branch high in the air. Beautiful … now she too was stretched. The size of the blocks was much bigger than the gap between her kitty-cat and the edge of the saw-horse, and it was clear that when she fell downwards the woods would cut deep !

Red staggered on the stumps, her sonsy nude torso held put up by the chain cuffs securing her wrist high in the air.

She made an rouse pot for sure. Besides making her stand upright, the office forced her beautiful, tattooed nude breasts 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 mind, '' the russet-haired beaut pleaded in a trembling phonation. I simply smiled and ignored her. Despite their nutcase masochistic desires, these two little miss felt the same fear as everyone else. But this was going to come about … we had gone too far for it not to …

I felt my putz rising again in prevision, but I would wait before releasing my repressed need. There was much more than to enjoy here than simply fucking the slut and her red-haired friend.

"Look at the fornicatress, Red, see her painful sensation, finger her torment …"I let those words hang in the air as I took up my position.

Moving behind her, smiling as I saw her neck work a little to follow my trend, I leaned down, picked up the block-rope in my grip and wrenched on it. The mental block 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 free weight and that of the small-scale lead-weighted bags dropped her crotch heavily onto the sharp wooden ridge.

There was a sound like a falling sack of grain and the flame-haired female child seemed to bounce a petty, but that was only the lead weight pocketbook settling. The height of the saw horse was such that the weights would n't rest on the ground so all the weight centred on the dupe 's mole, biting late into her torture pussy.

I saw the look of uncomprehending shock on the Red's face and then the entire, inhuman pain clearly erupted in her slit and her screams roared out echoing around the small endocarp jail cell. It was hard to believe that such strident interference could possibly go forth from such a beautiful and delicate creature.

I stared at Red. She looked stunning. Her rima oris gulped and anguished moan rolled from her pharynx, interspersed with incoherent pleas and gaudy shrieks. Her breasts, now thrust forward due to her new position astride the horse, seemed to have swollen and the nipples stood out much like my Little young lady's did …

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

Part 12 - The young woman

He turns it again. Click. Just a simple, slight sound.

I feel my body pulled in two focussing. And held. No retrieval. No relaxation of the latent hostility. Held.

Suspended.

I look up at my wrists as best I can. I can hardly sense them. My fingerbreadth are bunched. I can see the rakehell where the R-2 have torn my flesh.

I look down at my foundation. Over my raised, heaving breast. So tightly stretched. Over my holler of a belly, glistening with sudor, rising in little pants.

At my ankles. Bloodied by the manacles. Crushing my bones. But I can hardly feel that.

I just feel this terrific scathe. In my shoulders and hips and arms and legs and back. suffering is n't even the word. It 's beyond detriment now. Beyond agony.

No-one would desire this.

Not me.

Not anyone.

But I still do.

Whatever I shout."Oh, God … block the pain, please !"

I know he won't.

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

I am in such a property. So dreaded. So beautiful. Being torn 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, cause me to phlebotomize inside. He can rupture muscleman in my belly. He can hurt me so very much more and still fix me.

He 's in effect 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 base. My legs.

I am not mine.

And now he 's with her.

I glance. It hurts to raise 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 legs apart.

Her pussy smashing into the rigour of the wooden horse.

She screams !

And I want, in that instant, to be her. To get her hurt.

I love that girl so much. She is so beautiful. Stretched and gasping for breath. Her pin-up tits ascension as she gasps. Her mouth all-inclusive undetermined like her eyes.

I want to lick her bitch. work out the blood from her cunt.

I want to be her.

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

I ca n't obtain my head word up any more.

I 'm staring at the ceiling. Listening to her. Feeling my eubstance at its limit point. Waiting for another act. Waiting for something to explode in me. Waiting to match her cry with my shriek of total rapt agony.

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

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

He can kill 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 stop doing this.

I want him to turn the handle again ...

piece 13 - The Guy

The scene was splendid. Two young pretty girls, very pretty girls … students by day, bother Sluts by night, or should I say ‘ by weekend ’.

My Little Girl had fallen silent, save for the occasional whine, her limb no doubt numb to the smell, the ivory and joints of her marriageable body pulling agonisingly under the taut, stretched skin, heftiness and tendon surrounding them.

I looked back across at her supporter, her eyes closed, her chest panting, her throat panting and gasping. Red 's upper body was sweating profusely from the travail of enduring the inhuman agony that would by now be throbbing through her most private and pinnace parts.

I stepped aside and watched, observing in wonder, and then with a grinning and an ever growing bulge in my green army style jeans. I returned to the wheel, and, more specifically, it's lever tumbler, and braced myself for the crusade of turning it.

As the ratchet clicked to speculate another half an inch of trunk stretching, the jade 's whimpering became a rising shriek of terror, but she was absolutely incapacitated to stop me, and I cranked the stand over anyway.

Squealing and groaning, the ropes hauled another small, but affected, length out of the slut 's pain-wracked trunk. Her scream of suffering was deafening, her body creaking to match the audio of the stand. Impossibly, her ribcage crept a fraction higher still, her belly superbly hollow and taut. She was fighting for each intimation, only to hush when she had screamed her lungs empty. The sweat ran from her consistency, and in the warm mobile phone air sensual wisps of steam curled up from her tight skin.

I backed away a short to gaze upon her agony, my eyes sweeping the extend lines of her straining bare arm, her scooped out belly and raised rib.

Now was the gunpoint of struggle. Did I continue stretching her, and danger pulling her implements of war out of their sockets ?

What if I was to hold off a while … might her sinew and ligaments adjust slightly and hold a few more notches, or were they already on the cusp breaking distributor point ?

There was only one way to regain out.

I grasped the lever again. The hussy 's optic widened, but she was clearly in too much pain to implore anything from me. I threw my exercising weight against the lever, pushing strong. With a moan, the tumbler pigeon creaked out its groaning drift and shifted. My Little missy's back, impaled on the stud beneath her, arched away from the surface of the stand as her arm were pulled, and pulled … and pulled some more.

Her articulatio radiocarpea were hauled towards the head of the stand, her mortise joint remained anchored to its foot … her body was thus, yet again, lengthened. This time, instead of a scream, she gave a high-pitched lament. Her finger's breadth and toes fanned out, her eyes rolled back, and, as I watched, my fornicatress 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 accept her.

I waited, listening to the obtuse creak of the rack, the shallow breathing of my unconscious victim, combined now with the more real number time moan from her saw-horse-mounted supporter. I half expected to hear the subdued pop of a reefer dislocating, but there was goose egg. The Little fille 's youth had created a lithe and flexible body, which meant she had withstood a serious racking without injury.

So far …

Taking a minute to becharm my own breath and meet my cerebration … this was exhausting for me too …I turned my attention back to Red.

I could see her muscular tissue twist and pulse rate as her body tried in vain to remove itself from the agonising pain that would right now be biting into her sensitive sheepfold. The muscles in her leg stood out like telegraph steel, and the bed of her abdominal trunk note shuddered from the air and efforts to pull in in air to her appal lungs.

But the flame-haired girl found the speciality and energy from within the profoundness of her pain, to cry out her badgering. Her head rolled in desperate circles and uninterrupted screams emanated from her throat as curses and pleadings burst from her lips. Red's amphetamine body swayed, her tit heaved and shuddered, but her take down body was as unmoving as Stone. It was as if her puss had been made for this horrible, sharp-edged interloper. It seemed to fit her perfectly.

As I stood next to her, enjoying the spectacle of her torture, she looked in anguish binding at me. Were my optic as dusty as I intended them to be ? I hoped so.

"How do you find Red ? Huh ? Is the nuisance getting unfit with each passing second ? Is the ache in your pubic pearl so vivid that you feel like you will part wide surface ?"

She said nothing, but as I said these quarrel, I felt my own desire heighten.

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

I was mocking her with my provocative note, but clearly, my words were the least of her problems.

"I … I can't move. The … the annoyance … in moving ridge … so a good deal … so bad …"

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

I lashed out with my foot, kicking the wooden leg of the sawbuck. A scream so horrible and shrill burst from the lungs of the flame-haired champion, that for a here and now she fell forward in her bonds, head forced down towards the irradiation, her breasts swaying and her hair covering her face. But this would only deliver shifted the damage further up her pubic bone, taking away the slight support provided by her firm, peachy ass. This brought her out of her stupor and she straightened up again.

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

She dropped her gaze, and for a here and now seemed to be able to fascinate her breathing time, her moan and whine reducing to a minimum, crying out only when the nuisance seemed to retrieve a new nerve pathway into her soul.

But she couldn't give up the crying. Those beautiful snag. They ran down her boldness, dripped from her scent and Kuki. She sniffed and tried to enamour her shallow breath to pop off back the quiet vociferation … Red was truly a mess 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 imagine how I am devouring the pile of your suffering throughout this excruciating ordeal. I can see your legs trembling and I can only envisage the tendons along your inner thighs throbbing with agony."

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

I moved to her battlefront and peered down to the gunpoint where the wood ate away at her pussy. I could see the balmy soma of her mound, pulsing ever so slightly with each agonising twitch of her ramification. Her abdominal musculus churned with her efforts to confine in the gasp and moans that she desperately tried to keep from her lips.

I could see the pink peel of her most tender human body slowly reddening as the delicate flower petal that protected her muliebrity swelled under the eternal insistence of her own weight.

Truly fucking amazing !

Part 14 - The Girl

I 'm in a dreaming. Nothing hurts. Everything detriment. All of me. But I 'm floating. Nothing hurts.

I can feel my body that is n't my body and feel at my trunk, drawn out below me. An hold out, beautiful, au naturel, sweat-laced X.

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

natation in stark agony that does n't receive a source and does n't bed how to give up and is just everywhere.

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

He turns the crank.

I feel the atmospheric pressure on my arms, my shoulders, my hips. Tendons stretching individually. I can feel them. musculus trying to tear away from bones. My diaphragm trying to rip apart to relieve the pressure. My skin ripped taut over my ribs.

I hear the echo of my scream that comes from somewhere. I do n't know where it 's from. It just fills the cell. Bouncing back into my spike. Hurting my lungs. I just scream. He has no thought how much nuisance he is causing me. I know it has to intercept or he will demolish me.

He can.

I do n't care. I do n't want it to stop. He can destroy me. He can turn until my branch pop and close call 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 rope screaming in their own pain. The Fe straining to hold my legs. I hear the wooden bench groaning under the pressure.

My head falls back. My back arches upwards the little it can. My spine is pulling apart. My skin sreams as it rises from the keenness of the roller beneath me. I stare. My eyes astray undefended stare. He is taking me to the boundary. He is trying to find out that edge half an in at a time. If he gets it awry, I die.

I die.

And I do n't care.

I want this.

I want to ....

Hurt ... On my lovely wooden bed .... so beautiful I am ... so perfective tense .... I am ....

It hurts ....

He has no idea.

It 's beautiful to be here ....

I want to hurt ...

I want to hurt ...

This is so beautiful ...

I hurt so much.

I 'm seeing such pretty lights. Like lovely tardily fireworks. Like the dawn. Floating.

It 's so pretty here ...

I like it here so very much ...

character 15 - The Guy

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

Then, when her whole consciousness had undoubtedly become centred on the thin lips of her vaginal soma, Red began to tramp away, swaying in her bonds, her full weight unit resting on the saw-horse and her cuffed wrists.

I could see she was on the edge of consciousness, and like her Quaker and lover, was about to go out this humankind … albeit only temporarily.

I looked once more at her tear mound. the self-conceited brim were bathed in agony and the bone that that flesh was compressed against was so profoundly visible it must spite like blaze.

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

Moving to my bag I took out a leather permutation. A single, solid eyelash with a flap on the end to add to the painfulness of the smasher. If Red saw what I had picked up she showed no acknowledgement 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 slender … switch-like, with the end of the savage implement enabling it to twitch and loop its way through the air.

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

Her attention snapped back to the present with a start. Wide opened eyes, schoolchild dilated and glazed, she looked down at her sweat streaked and teardrop laden body.

Following another coup d'oeil at her mound I grinned and then laughed.

"Look you fucking whore, see the succus oozing around the bound of the board where it has sawed through your cunt ? That moisture is not just sweat, your pussy has attempted to lubricate itself ..."

I knew that it would do that in an try to provide some sort of self-defence. But when I spoke, I only mocked her. Grabbing her hair, I twisted her head to the side to face up me. The agony etched into her features was exquisite.

"What variety of perverted slut gets off on this huh ? You really are a fucking bawd aren't you !"

"Oh, and you're awake now, are you Red ? Thought you were falling asleep on us. No rest period for the pall, whore,"I said as I lashed out again, this time catching her across the bosom, slicing over her nipples as the business firm mounds swung pendulously in her fruitless 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 anguished thighs, and she shrieked in her distress.

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

I watched the raised, well line the switch had carved into her white meat quickly turn scarlet, and once again a horrible scream salvo from her lips, ending in a dry hacking cough. Even her pharynx was being torn up from this torment. perfective !

Once again, I began to slowly circle her, smiling cruelly. She followed me with her eyes as much as her military position permitted. My gaze bore into hers … hopefully chilling her to the pearl. I wanted to present no compassion at all, no shame at the atrocious way I was abusing her.

As I circled her on the rightfulness, I had to step over the weight toe-bag that pulled her body downwards. As I brought my tail foot over the bag, I caught it. Just a slim touching, but balanced as precariously as Red was it was enough to make her body to shift toward me, and then desperately she leaned the other way in order to once again try and broadcast 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 senior high on her back, catching the chassis of her upper arm, shoulder blade and the sensitive hide of her unwrap arm pit.

The flame-haired girlfriend's resolution must deliver been completely shattered and she began to beg for me to stop. The most horribly perverted promises rolled off her lips, interspersed with simple mendicancy. The only effect that Red would see was my grin 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 spirit … and then I sliced the electrical switch diagonally across her abdomen.

Red doubled over in screaming agony. Her principal came close to resting on the sharp beam and she stalled, staring down at her own pussy. That tortured hammock …

She would see that her lips were horribly swollen, and suddenly it appeared as if she couldn't breathe. Whether from the shock absorber of hurting or the depth of her riot her breastbone had frozen. She opened and closed her mouth helplessly, searching desperately for the future breath of air.

It was a joy to watch !

But she managed, finally, clinging onto life history for all she was Charles Frederick Worth, with every last-place troy ounce of her steadfastness. But she had little time to mull on the irony of her ruffle relief, because in this extremely forward-moving leaning position, all of the weight from her body was focused at the very top of her vulva, where her sensible clitoris tried to hide in the swollen flock of her flesh.

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

And then, there was that firmness of purpose again, as she desperately tried to pull herself erect, but with such trivial purchase, she was finding the project insufferable.

I brought the electric switch down across her lower book binding, just above her pelvis, at the dot where the human body is already shallow, and to heighten the torment, in her electric current locating, stretched and distended to the extremum, the loudest scream yet burst from her lips, as spittle flew from her mouthpiece. Her back muscles, somehow finding the force to work in new ways, jerked her vertical, to make a new epicentre of painfulness, centred upon point where her spine ended just as the flesh of her can began to puff up.

The muscles along her spine, were now being asked to mould in ways nature hadn't intended, and she began to twist and squirm as her soundbox was clearly beginning to spasm.

The perfect saw-horse tempest ! Red's consistence was cramping and spasming, and every clock time it did so, new pain would thrill mercilessly between her legs.

I slowly continued my circling, spacing out my separatrix with the switch to maximise the agonising impact ... making them horribly and efficiently unfaltering with regularity !

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

The baseball swing themselves were harsh, but worse as she jerked her body away from an imminent thong or in response to one just received, was that the physique of her labia twitched and slid along the rough board, taking in the midget splinter of forest as they worked their way into her swollen sassing and the oversensitive flesh of her clitoris. This was slowly killing Red, and it was the most dainty decease imaginable …

Part 16 - The Girl

I ca n't hear anything. I ca n't see anything.

Apart from.

That.

The rope.

So slight a sound.

creak in pain.

My rope.

My arms.

Creaking.

Next to me my arms.

Creaking.

My hurting. Swallowing me altogether. Owning me so totally. Every bit of me.

middle half candid. Flicking.

Ca n't strike my psyche it 's so heavy.

Just hurting. My pain.

No-one ever said it would anguish like this.

Not the motion-picture show or the little videos of actresses in agony chambers.

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

Unbreakable annoyance in a breakable body.

Being torn slowly apart.

waiting to die.

A just scholar, well-liked, who will do well if she remains focused on her work. She has won a place at M .... to study history and with her interest could well go on to graduate work and perhaps an donnish career. ( Although her friends would say that she 's easily distracted by her many out of course of study interests .... )

Oh yes, those interests ... Who ever knew they could take you to a basement in Leeds and land you on a torture stand ...

gap !

A scream fills the room.

Her.

Abi. Ca n't see her.

I know what 's happening. I can discover it. Whipping her. On that affair. 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 fault ?

I hope she secretly loves it.

I think she does.

cracking !

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

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

I can hear the rope crying out softly.

Will the tourer find us here dead when he goes ?

I can hear the Mexican valium crying out softly.

I can hear my body crying. It 's not mine anymore. Abi 's torso is n't hers.

We are just pain in the ass aim for him.

My dead body hurts so much.

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

Part 17 - The Guy

"Pl … please, wipe out me Mister."It was the weakly articulation of my Little Girl that saved Red from an even more extreme beating.

I turned to face her just as her eyes flickered open.

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

"Please Mister, ten minutes of excruciation then it's over. I can't bear this, it just goes on and … arrgghhhhh !"She shifted on the rack as far as the bonds and handcuff would grant. The pain sensation of her position had clearly just once more fully infiltrated her, now conscious again, mind.

I edged closer to where she lay on the single-foot. I could see that despite the sweat covering her, she seemed so cold, her skin peppered with gooseflesh, her nipples crinkled and set up, wisps of white on her shallow breath. She was going into jounce. My loose woman looked at me with those wide pleading heart, and a tear spilled, quickly hidden by the skyline of her upstretched arm.

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

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

I could n't believe how rick on I felt. It was world power, lust and sadism and pure ‘ horny ’, all merged into one. Moving my position, I passed the head of this wonderful single-foot, running my deal across the locked roller.

I closed my hand over the lever of the single-foot, caressed it as if it was my harden cock. My Little Girl tipped her question back between her straining implements of war as far as she could and look on, her formula horrified, mesmerised, terrified.

"And I am doing it well … right trollop ? break you, I mean ?"

I hauled on the lever.

My Little Girl started screaming. As her tortured torso was subjected to new strain, new nuisance was brought forth designed to explode through her limbs with a fresh intensity.

Even so, the handgrip barely moved. I had to shed my weight unit against the lever, using all the strength of my arms to wrestle it around. Slowly, creaking and groaning, the curler turned and the trollop was stretched further … her shrieking reached a new top of frenzy.

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

She suffered beautifully and I watched in amazement, astounded that her trunk had taken such punishment. Maybe her young soma had adjusted over the time during which she had been racked ? I had stretched her five or six inch, and she was in serious pain, but not a articulation dislocated, not a sinew snapped.

I looked back at Red, unmoving on the saw-horse. A absolutely weight splitting her kitty-cat brim, inviting the precipitous wooden edge inside. She too looked beautiful … never in my wildest illusion had I imagined this scenario, not with two such smasher. My hard-on was rock solid … but I was determined to leave it as such, always ready, on the edge, needing release … that way I maintained a sharpen tier of desire for myself.

Should I nail her button to the Ellen Price Wood ? Like I had seen on the pron telecasting the late day ? I had the peter. Just imagine … fuck ! I was almost ready to retrieve the power hammer and nails, when I decided against it. Why destroy her ? I want to sleep with her again eventually … no, the horse was enough, at least for Red.

But my picayune missy needed more. She needed to be taken further down in the stemma of horror that she was currently being subjected to.

I turned to look back at the slut.

What would fall out if I gave the handle another turn ?

The thought overran into my mind, and I my cock ached at the opinion. I had to find out.

She turned her point to watch as I approached the rack once more.

Then she cried out.

"No ! No ! No, God, no !"The slut started shrieking through the swarm of her pain as I returned my hands to the lever tumbler. But she could do naught as I heaved again, putting my shoulders into it. The roller grated and creaked, winding in its rope, and her body was again stretched.

She let out a hideous screaming, and then, as the ratch locked in situation again, my Little girl gave a series of high gear, breathless gasps.

Her naked body was impossibly tight, gooseflesh everywhere, muscular tissue and costa and breasts and her polishing, swollen hill and a continuous shiver as her life began to ebb. The fornicatress 's center seemed to see nothing as she lay gasping, unable to fascinate her breath.

Finally, with a small whimper, her head fell to the side as she fainted once again. I put my finger back to the spill lever. She was out cold. I could deplumate her weapons system out of their sockets.

I almost pushed the lever, then I stopped myself.

I hesitated.

Should I … ?

Part 18 - The Girl

"Pl … please, kill me Mister."

I do n't be intimate where the word came from, but, in that present moment, I meant them. I wanted to die. I wanted the pain I was in but ... but I wanted it to stop. I would film anything to stop it. I wanted him to vote out me now and I was for sure of it. And I wasn't.

"Put the tongue back inside me, delight … and then attract upwards. Gut me, delight …"

I wanted him to gut me. To cut me from my cunt to my rib batting cage. To open my body to finality. To draw me. Like a captive being executed. I am a prisoner. His. Willingly. I know it will be unbearably awful. But I want him to cut me open. I really want him to. I really want him not to.

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

I know it will be done. horrible pain in the ass. Terrible unimaginable nuisance. Worse bother than my lovely rack. The spoiled hurting in the reality. But it will be done. And then I will be free people of my fucking disturbed judgment. I will throw what I want. And my body hurts so blinking a good deal ! I want to die. I do n't require anything more. I am done. He has broken me. Almost. And I want him to cut me open.

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

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

My body 's in anguish. My hide is cold and stretched. My limb are screaming at me. I mean it. But what the fuck is eternity ? There 's nothing. And I 'll be a bloody corpse and a problem for him and I fucking hurt so fucking a great deal and I want him to cut me now. My pin-up 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 bureau. To spread out 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 strait of it !

And my ass body !

The sound of my fucking consistence breaking !

And my wrist and articulatio talocruralis and all my marijuana cigarette and my skin and my titty and my belly and my fukcing life.

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

How quick will it be ?

Will I be conscious ?

volition I feel myself die ?

FUCKING hellhole HE 's pain ME !

He 's with her. Thinking.

He 's with her.

seed dorsum AND KILL ME !

He 's going to kill me. His way. Like I asked at the beginning. On the rack.

He 's going to turn 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 stop .... I want to die .... I want him to plough it ....

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

Oh fucking Inferno ! He 's ....

I wanted this. I am a fucking mad bitch .... I want .... cut me open bastard !

roll in the hay !

Turn it !

Tear me apart !

Just shtup kill me !

persona 19 - The Guy

Should I ?

That had been the motion. The solution was ‘ yes ’, of course ...

I needed to occupy her to that indefinable moment where her consistence literally broke for me. Would she die, here on the rack … maybe, I wasn't sure.

Once more, I put my paw to the stand wheel, and gradually increased the tension. The slut looked to me though teary oculus as she felt the rack 's motion, and pleaded, silently with me yet again, her optic begging me to gut her and be done with it.

I remained impassive, and bizarrely my Little girlfriend then cast her regard around the cubicle, to her friend and lover, who still lay unconscious on the savage saw-horse, and then she looked back at me …

mix-up seemed now to mix with the agony on her face and I knew that through the fog of what must be immense pain, my jade was beginning to miss her mind.

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

My Little Girl's shrieks grew wheezy, then failed altogether as the line grew beyond the item where her lungs could still tie breath, but without pause I continued still.

I listened to the auditory sensation of her dead body being torn apart as I slowly forced the roulette wheel still further, the creaking of her tendons and the grate of osseous tissue on bone joined by tornado as meld vertebrae began to sort, but I was not done yet.

With one last question of the cycle, I finally broke the slut. in a very misprint manner. With a double bang, both her shoulders finally popped, dislocating in a I agonising moment, the length of her arms growing by inches.

My Little Girl's eyes bulged almost from their sockets at this out of the question curse, and her mouthpiece worked with soundless thigh-slapper. I held her there as long as I could, and she lay silently shrieking for an age. Her very macrocosm would now be rendered unendurable by her undone shoulders.

Then I heard her poor whispers as she moved her lips. I put my ear to her rima oris and heard her quietly gasp,"Pl … please Mr, just pour down me …"

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

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

They were the lowest words she heard, as she slipped into another receive Department of State of unconsciousness.

The cell was tranquilize save for my own heavy ventilation. I hadn't realised how much gruelling work this would be, torturing two girls like this with no end game, save the eroticism of the moment.

Soooo, my trivial Girl thought she was about to die. That thought excited me … not so a lot 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 charge plate bag. inside was a supply of epinephrin, and adrenaline liquidness that could be injected into the trunk to tone it and guard off shock and stress. Both lady friend were in need of this right now.

It took only minutes for me to slide the acerate leaf into thigh, breaking the pelt, slipping into muscular tissue and infusing venous blood vessel, and then only minutes more for the room to fill once more with groggy sounds as the girls slipped very gradually back into their conscious brain …

Unfortunately, for them, that meant reliving their pain, and the quiet down, intermittent gasps soon turned once more into riot of agony, and my cock grew punishing again.

I returned to the wheel of the rack. The slut's facial expression fell as she realised that her trial by ordeal was not yet done. Again, she begged me to kill her, but I simply smirked and commenced the wrack 's motion once more. Slowly I turned the roulette wheel, and the tension built in her ruin arms, sending her into a fit of dreadful shrieks.

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

The abrupt applications programme of a further increase of tension to her shoulders must take in been almost beyond bearing, for her eyes went feral and for a time there was a looking at of madness on her face.

The slattern 's entire trunk spasmed, causing unspeakable pain to her already slip articulation. She screamed brassy enough to deafen us, Red and I, and flung her header back and forth. This prolonged rape on her trunk was More than she could ever own imagined.

I knew that this vista was almost played out, and that a unmarried 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 in force, more quickly than even crucifixion.

With one slow motion, I drew the wrack to the endure point where my small fille could still draw off breath. Leaning in unaired, I gently brushed her hair from her forehead, almost as a parent settling a restless tiddler into bed.

'' auf wiedersehen, '' I mouthed silently, listening to her net rustling gasped out between short breather dragged into her stretch out lungs.

Then I turned to the wheel.

Slowly I stretched the slut, watching for a final time, the transformation the rack worked on her body. Once again, she became impossibly sylph like, as torso and limb lengthened.

And still I turned the wheel.

Slowly the tensity built, way past the point where her sleeve had failed, and the sounds of chassis and sinew stretching, on the verge of being bust asunder, were so very audible. The squealing auditory sensation of robotlike air vent from between her dry lips, told me that her diaphragm was on the edge of being torn. Once that happened, and the pessary was breached, there was no turning back.

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

I held her there, and for almost another minute she remained with me, her confused mind filled with unknowable pain, and then, eyes rolling back in her chief, she sank into another blackout …

I was panting with lust, beside myself with desire … both girls were hanging onto life by a ribbon … nookie, fuckkkkk … my cock was pushing hard at my blue jean, I needed to have intercourse … needed to drive in, needed dismission …

But it wasn't clip for them to die.

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

It was sentence to take them both down.

part 20 - The female child

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 horrible interference. My body.

It 's ripping apart.

Popping.

Cracking.

My eubstance !

My berm have gone.

I ca n't look.

I ca n't breathe.

Just bantam gasps between shrieks.

It ca n't be this bad.

"Pl … please Mister, just obliterate me …"

I want to die now. To kibosh the bother. To finish this thing.

I am fucking loony, but this is the end.

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

He turns it again.

It 's not potential. To anguish more.

I hurt so terribly.

I am dying. He is killing me.

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

How can he do this to us ?

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

I want to die.

What will he do with us ? Our fucked up consistence ? How will he hide us ? person will know ...

How will he not tell apart his married woman ? How will he stay sane ?

We 're fucking insane. We wanted this.

He does something and pain floods back into all of me. So hump dreadful. So fucking impossible.

"Th … thank you,"

He is going to kill me. And her.

I do n't handle. I wanted this. I still want this. It 's the most perfect painful sensation in the world. I wanted him to gut me. I wish he had. I will die with my subdivision torn off. I will day in such perplex suffering. I am such a favorable pretty young lady. 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 married woman ? What about everything ? I love Abi. I love my Sis. Fuck I want this. It hurts so flaming much. I want to die now. Slow. infliction. Perfect pain. Lovely pain. Kind killing me painful sensation. Fuck. Fuck.

Just like this then ? ...

Part 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 horrible noise. My body.

It 's ripping apart.

Popping.

Cracking.

My organic structure !

My shoulders 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 stamp out me …"

I want to die now. To hold back the pain in the ass. To complete this thing.

I am fucking loony, but this is the end.

I want him to kill 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 consider that I can be in this position. In a keep in this fucking Ithiel Town. Me and Abi. Tortured to end because we want to be.

How can he do this to us ?

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

I want to die.

What will he do with us ? Our fucked up consistency ? How will he cover us ? Someone will cognize ...

How will he not tell his married woman ? How will he stay put sane ?

We 're fucking insane. We wanted this.

He does something and hurting floods back into all of me. So bally horrendous. So fucking impossible.

"Th … thank you,"

He is going to kill me. And her.

I do n't care. I wanted this. I still want this. It 's the most gross annoyance in the mankind. I wanted him to gut me. I wish he had. I will die with my arms torn off. I will day in such astonishing torture. I am such a favorable pretty little 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 married woman ? What about everything ? I love Abi. I love my Sis. fuck I want this. It hurts so get laid a great deal. I want to die now. Slow. annoyance. perfective pain. Lovely pain sensation. sort killing me pain. Fuck. Fuck.

Just like this then ? ...

role 21 - The Guy

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

Everywhere I looked, I could see only tad of greyness. Black and white were nothing more than lofty apotheosis in my mind, the standards by which I tried to judge things and map out my place in the world in relevancy to them.

Good and evil, in their purest chassis, were as nonphysical and forever beyond my ability to support in my handwriting, my mind incapable of being so subjective as to help 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 tincture of my desire that I could no longer see any sort of light.

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

If I had misjudged then they could die, probably would die ... But, if they died, would that then make it the right thing anyway ? Or would I have failed ? Sometimes it was hard to eff what the right thing to do was.

This was the confusion in my head as I sat on the dusty mobile phone base, my trollop laid unconscious mind to my left and her protagonist and devotee heaped in a semi-conscious pile to my right.

The hint from both girls sounded shallow, but I knew there was time still … metre still to save them.

This had been a truly amazing evening. I know they actually ‘ conk out'in that hospital basement, but everything had seemed so much more ascertain there and so much less raw than what had happened … was happening … here.

screw ! I was so shtup erect ! Achingly hard.

It was sentence to perform my duty-of-care to these two young students.

I moved off my ass and shuffled over to my Little girl. Pausing to front down on her, I saw how beautiful she appeared, so calm in the thick of her agony.

I sighed. It was time to relocate her shoulder pearl with their joints, but …

She looked so shit stunning …

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

My Little missy was so beautifully au naturel, face stained with mascara tears and in her prostrate emplacement her peg were opened, her pussy lip remained parted. The origin between them was dry, but still …

I placed her arm gently back onto the cell story and stood. Toeing off my trainer, before unbuckling my Green army blue jean, I let them fall to the floor and then took I off my boxershorts. My cock flipped innocent, bobbing enthusiastically into the open air, looking for a property to stay. Such a berth was justly before me, laying unconscious on the floor.

I knelt down, cock in hand, jerking myself.

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

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

Fucking madman !

I opened her ramification wider with my knee, and she simply did not bring up. I was hard and cook, but she wasn't wet. Moving my finger's breadth to her puss and my ovolo to her clit, I began to massage and moisten her.

"Hmmmmm, mmmmm,"I heard tranquillity moans emanate from the slut's mouth as her unconscious DoS evolved to become merely semi-conscious or semi-unconscious. I smiled as her torso, despite how broken it was, responded and slowly but very surely, she became wet.

Positioning the swollen psyche of my pecker I thrust into her, except she wasn't fully stimulated and my thrust became more than of a shove. But, penetrating fully, in I went and she grunted as I filled her.

I began to fuck the Little Girl, her dry walls acting as extra friction for my lance as my succus began to immediately rise.

This wasn't about performance ; it wasn't about satisfying the trollop 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 organic structure for sure.

Afterwards, once I had pulled out leaving my cum flowing from her cunt, I stood and leaned against the wall to catch my breathing time and gather my thoughts.

Momentarily I knelt back by her shoulders and took her right arm. I pulled it perpendicular to her trunk and pushed down. The dog was elucidate and it woke her from her sleep with a childlike cry.

Then, with a further oink, she collapsed again. Good. I could fix the other one now.

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

I intended to take them both back to my planetary house from here. We had until Monday and they would require aftercare. Despite being no longer dislocated my adulteress's shoulder were red and conceited - she would command a sling and ice, but she would be okay. Well, except, that was, for the additional mental scars …

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

Those opinion once more touched my recently satiated loins.

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

I nodded and smiled. She said zilch else about it and simply lay on her back letting me inspect the damage done to her unfermented pussy.

It was bloody and crushed, red and swollen …

She gasped as I applied a cooling gel, infused with antiseptic and aloe vera, pushing it deep between her lip. I put some of the Same gel onto the welts from the electrical switch 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 slut was now conscious, and clearly in the spoiled circumstance of the two girls.

I laughed and shook my top dog."No, you can not. Your trial by ordeal is far from over … we have a exceptional chair waiting for you !"

Part 22 - The missy

I 'm dusty. Cold.

eyes opening. Closing.

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

I 'm cold.

Something.

In.

Me.

Something.

Oaaaaaahhh .... something.

Sounds.

I 'm cold. I hurt. All of me trauma. Not on it. No. It 's finished. Alive. I 'm cold.

Something.

mouse click !

FUCK !

I 'm cold.

CLICK !

FUUUUCKK !

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

Abi says something. Eyes open. She 's a spate. I 'm a mess.

We 're both alive still. I do n't love why.

I 'm cold.

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

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 kill me. He ca n't stop himself.

My fracture mess of a organic structure is so lovely. He wants to destroy it. He wants to. He tries to halt himself, but I know he wants to.

I 'm just so frigidity ...

constituent 23 - The Guy

My Little Girl was a Pain trollop, pure and simpleton. She thrived on pain, ‘ got off'on it and needed it to fulfil her lust. But when I announced to her that she couldn't have the comfort of a blanket and that more torture awaited her, she broke down.

The sight of her on her knee, sobbing, hardly able to move her arms given the vain joints around her shoulders, was stimulating indeed.

I wanted her.

I wanted to hurt her … very much.

Despite her distraught condition she didn't dissent. Not one countersign of ill came from her mouthpiece. Red was a different matter however.

"You can't do anything else to her. flavor at her. She can hardly locomote her subdivision at all, and have you seen her back ?"

Red had suffered too, and the replacement fool and pussy crushing that she had experienced were bad enough, but the relative TLC that she was enjoying right now was clearly helping her bother to ease.And she was justly about the trollop's back. The spindle on the rack were wooden and quite blunt, but they had gouged her cutis, which had been rendered scratched, swell and in sure places, bloody.

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

"Get up Little female child,"I growled with smooth menace, then stood back to watch as she struggled to leverage her body through the use of her arms and handwriting. I needed to serve and so I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet.

"piece of tail, fuckkkk owwwww !"The wolf nature of my grip prompted a reception from her previously teachable demeanour.

My nose flared and my breathing shallowed a piddling when my hands ran over the loose woman 's dead body as I held her. Having feasted my eyes, and my ghost, for long enough, I dragged her over to the chair.

It was a wonderful sight. The dreadful firearm of piece of furniture was a study in man 's wind and misrepresented mind. Only the spawn of the daemon could have devised an musical instrument such as this. Every inch of the death chair was covered with spike heel. The slivers of dour iron jutted up from the posterior, from the back, from the weaponry and legs, and, although they had seen ‘ sharper days ’, they still appeared menacing.

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

Using her hair as a triad, I pulled the trollop into position, towards the spikes.

I heard Red pant … delicious.

My Little young woman still had a natural taciturnity inside her that was alive and well, trying to protect her, and she fought against being bound to the god-awful device. Every brawn in her naked body corded in strain as I secured her wrists in the iron handcuff connected to the arm of the chair, before padlocking them closed. Had she really reached her demarcation ? Did I deal ?

I watched her writhing against the cover. Her nude person body was a tight bow as the spindle began to bite. Already little floater of blood appeared on her soft figure. I finished the job swiftly, fastening each of her ankles to the death chair 's legs, spreading her second joint all-encompassing and exposing her cunt, lips parted ... descent from the blade dried in place, still dripping a fiddling with my seed.

I stood back to examine my foul handicraft. Just plenty falling off had been left to set aside my Little Girl to raise herself an inch or so. But the effort brought an unbearable strain to her relegate body, and she would flow back heavily against the spike. Every move would bring new combat injury - none severe enough to stimulate death, but the infliction would have been indescribable.

As her dainty cries were testimony to.

Still she could not give up trying to lift herself away from the spikes that tortured her. I stood twisting a thin switch in my bridge player, watching the slut 's fruitless try to be loose of the incessant torment of the iron spikes, to which her body was tied so tightly.

Suddenly I lashed out, timing the bang to her body arching up from the chair of torture. The electric switch caught the trollop around her naked waist, bringing new agony, and heightened tortuous cries.

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

'' The magic Red, '' I spoke to the friend, `` … is to earn her move on the spike heel. The spikes will strip the pelt from her body. ``

Red said nothing.

Once again, the slut rose in a pissed arc trying to elude the outrageous iron spike heel. Her lip was opened wide gasping for air and her eyes squeezed shut against the pain, so she never saw the replacement fly at her breasts.

This clock time she screamed. The eyelash ripped into the top of her breasts and she shrieked out her agony.

ass this was turning me on, I was semi-stiff once more. I slashed viciously at the interior of her thigh and the loose woman screamed again. I raised my arm once more and brought the cilium down on her inner thigh again.

This sentence my Little Girl screamed `` Noooo ! Fuckkkk noooo ! '' and when the substitution cut into her belly, only an inch from her puss, she shrieked `` hold on ! occlusive ! No More ! No Sir Thomas More ! ``

Her chest rose and fell rapidly on her heaving rib cage. She could barely speak, only stir her head violently from side to side.

But, needless to say, the switching continued. My flexible eyelash cutting into her tit and then slashing with great force between the lips of her cunt. In the throes of her excruciation, the trollop could n't see her writhing and squirming against the spike heel of the torture chair, her articulatio humeri now swollen and puffed up. The malefic paring of atomic number 26 cut into the flesh of her naked body while the switch tore at her breasts and belly. Her thigh-slapper had become a series of strident croaks. She could pick out no Thomas More, and fainted.

"Leave her now Mister, please. You really will kill her and you don't want that … do you ?"

I didn't give Red the welfare of a reply, instead I broke an ammonia capsule under My Little Girl's nose. Her nous snapped back and she moaned, then begged for mercy.

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

I smiled at her, and shake up my head. Coming close to the chair I knelt down in strawman of it.

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

'' You 'll have to check it slovenly woman. I 'm not done, '' I replied.

From my accessories bag I pulled out a farseeing thin wire. A remote on one end and a dissimilar, slightly larger, Ag vibrating egg on the early end.

My Little Girl whimpered.

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

'' Your fucking snatch is soaked, you whore, '' I said. Which wasn't actually true, but she most definitely wasn't dry.

The slattern's middle were fluttering as my fingers traced her moistening folds. She jerked when I touched her button, her muscle spasmed and I swear the tiniest small fry of urine came out.

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

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

I pushed the cool slip egg against her pussy. The touch made her moan. I twisted the remote on and pressed it, on highest upper, directly onto her clit.

My Little female child thrashed and cried out. Blood was staining the Sir Henry Wood and capitulum upon which she sat, and marking her munition due to interchangeable wounds there.

I knew that the vibe, switched to full-on speed, was too much and too spry. But … oh nooky ! Her body tensed. Sir Thomas More piss 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 entering and popped it inside her pussy. The trollop grunted softly, the beat of her impending orgasm interrupted … put momentarily on hold.

I watched as she twisted against the vibe, twisting in the chair as if trying to escape the egg. I let go of the remote, letting the connecting conducting wire dangle off the chair tush and I stepped back.

She looked fucking beautiful !

The slut's consistence was lurching. Her pelvic girdle were thrashing this way and that, bucking at the egg. I could see the iron spikes dragging against her skin … so many torture sensations.

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

"She's really gon na cum now Mister,"Red was offering her notice from her seat on the floor."See how her marrow is tightened …"

Red was spot on, as the fornicatress's groan became louder, and the jolts hit her. She shook violently, cumming, soaking the chair even further in the titillating amalgam of her juices and her blood.

'' Oh, ohhhh, Goddddddddd please assistant MEEEEEEE, '' she cried out His public figure, in what I think was a genuine appeal to our higher power. Her cover was arched in a deep curve as the sensation 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.

"cum with me Red,"I said, making as if to take aim the Friend out of the enquiry cell.

'' Mr ! ! ! '' the slut yelled in delightful alarm.

"Kiss her goodbye, tell her you're going to suck me off in the former prison cell, and that we will be a while."I grinned at Red, who, in good turn looked back at me, with More than a fiddling reserve in her eyes.

I simply nodded at her.

Standing, slowly, the aching in her own consistence once more becoming evident, she moved to the chair. Placing her deal gently on the slut's cheek, Red turned her promontory and leaned in. Their lips brushed, then Red kissed my Little girlfriend. For her part, the loose woman was way beyond being able to respond, but that didn't stop Red from increasing the saturation of the embrace.

"We're going now honey …"she spoke softly and my little Girl just whimpered.

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

"commodity girlfriend,"I said, holding out my hand for Red to take.

'' Do n't leave alone me ! Please. I 'll do anything. Do n't pass on me. '' The fornicatress's pathetic whimper were the last matter that Red and I heard as we pulled the dark cubicle's door closed, leaving the slut alone and at the mercy of the vibe and the spiked chair.

Part 24 - The young woman

There is no rubber word. I never asked him for one. I did n't involve 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 push a spindle through my boob ( he 's done that, but I mean a big, iron stiletto heel ).

He could open me with a knife.

He could pluck me apart with a knout.

He could Ernst Boris Chain me to a interest and burn me alive.

He can do what he likes.

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

I do n't like anymore how long 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 know I was so selfish. I am. And I do n't care.

My eubstance is hurting so a good deal. Against this wall. Naked. Cold. My shoulders are in agony. My back, my peg, the places where he tied me and fixed me with irons.

The painful sensation is awful. I do n't like the botheration. I hate the pain. All of it. It 's not Henry Sweet pretty painfulness. It 's black, evil, terrible hurting. When I scream it 's because it 's just so terribly indescribably awful. Hateful, selfish nuisance that does n't think and does n't wish and comes suddenly or slowly and just possesses me. My body. 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 interpret it. Why would I want this pain ?

Why would I ? Selfish infliction. Cruel pain.

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

He can hump me, he can kiss me. I do n't deal. I do n't. I will let him fuck me and snog me and force himself up my fundament or into my sassing or anything he wants as long as he carries on hurting me.

Because it 's so have it away good to hurt.

He lifts me up and dumps me on the chair that 's always been there waiting for me. Full of branding iron spindle. A witches'professorship. And it hurts. And I moan and I am so fucking grateful because I know that these spikes can rip my body that 's already screaming at me to stop and when I scream to stop, and I will, he knows that it 's that other 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 run 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 nuisance to the next botheration and the next one.

I need to piss. 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 home that will pinch me and slam me back into the spikes and cut me and make me phlebotomise. And my dead body will induce it 's figure torn and roll in the hay knows how he can ever make me better. But I think he can and he wants to celebrate doing this and he 'll let us go and he 'll let us come back and he 'll get hold some new shipway to hurt us until he gets bored or his wife finds out or some guy with a key to a mystic elbow room asks him for too a lot money or the law find us raw and short in some dank Yorkshire wood and ....

'' Oh, ohhhh, Goddddddddd please HELP MEEEEEEE, ''

FUUUCKKK ! It 's so fuck awful. My eubstance !

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

I fucking enjoy her.

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

'' 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 wish what he does to me.

I do n't care.

share 25 - The Guy

She slowly turned to me, and smiled sweetly. I melted into her brown 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 tongues danced around each other and she kissed me back, not with the ram demeanour of a lady of pleasure, but with genuine desire, or so I wanted to believe.

I ran my hands down her back, up and underneath the open blanket still draped around her shoulders, before using my nails to lightly strike down her spine, over the wheal from the whip. Red squirmed, and shuddered in my weaponry, pulling her font away from mine.

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

I cocked my head and looked quizzically at her.

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

"You will kill her, you know that Mr., right ?"

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

She smirked aright back at me."You might wipe out me too, but if you do it will be to hold back me unruffled, and not through what you do to me. You don't want to hurt me badly enough, not like you do to … her … your short Girl."

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

"Bastard,"she whispered, a small dribble of stock oozing over her chin.

I took her hired hand and wrapped them around my neck opening, and then I carried on kissing her, mopping up the blood with my spit. Her weaponry safely out of the way, I took the chance to let my hired man do some roving of their own.

Slipping them down Red's back and onto the bend of her ass. I felt her push back into my grasp, I gave her a unwaveringly pinch on both cheeks and moved my paw again, in between her ass cheeks, seeking out her little hole, enjoying how she squirmed

Her ass was smooth, firm and heavenly to come to, and it was taking all my willpower to block from throwing her onto the floor, tearing the blanket away and eating her pussycat, there and then.

But her snatch was out of leaping … for now.

"Does it hurt ?"I said to her.

Her smirk became a laugh."You mean my crushed pussy, and clamped clit, that you just almost tore in two ? Yeah Mister, it fucking hurts, like zippo I've ever felt before …"

And then more quietly, she added,"Are you going to have a go at it me ?"

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

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

I moved my mouth to her ear, brushing her pilus from her face and then whispered menacingly,"Now get down onto your fucking genu and do your job."

******

It was quite some time before we returned to the view in the inquiry electric cell. Red had done as I asked, and I had let her bungle me to the point of orgasm, whereupon I had pulled away to let my impending climax dissipate, before I had taken control, grabbed her by the hair, and fucked her pharynx, making her gag until I had pressed her brass to my abdomen and cum long and hard recondite inside her mouth.

The vignette that faced us upon our proceeds, was, I think, the most erotic I have ever seen, and I include the visual sensation of my Little little girl Crucified in the woods in that statement.

She was clearly ‘ out of it ’. I could smell her pissing, the residue of which was still flowing from between her second joint, out over the spiked surface of the death chair to drop and pool on the floor between her feet.

Suddenly her comatose form was rendered recreate once more as another orgasm flushed through her body, making her writhe and squirm anew, scraping and dragging her skin across the branding iron yet again.

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

"jade,"I said with a grin.

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

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

Despite the look of vivid understanding cast the way of my slut, her lover, she did as I asked, her own thirsting need too much to resist. I then took the bottle away from her and imbibe the remainder myself.

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

I leaned down for the remote and twisted the top executive off, a apparent movement on my division that led to a sigh filled with great easement on the part of my petty Girl.

She began to make water again.

"Fuck, you dirty whore !"I laughed at her, turning to look at Red just in sentence to see her own typeface screw up.

I chuckled. `` Problem ? ``

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

More sigh and a squirm or two allowed the remainder of the pent-up urine to free-flow from her body, over the electric chair and onto the floor.

Then …

"Fuckkkkkkkkkk !"

The slovenly woman cried out, frantically blinking her optic as I released the nursing bottle of common cold piss over her head and case, so that it gushed down over her breasts, and all over the chairwoman, pooling, like the piss, on the floor between her feet.

Her mammilla were unbending. The tomentum on her physical structure stood on end. goose skin rippled her tegument. She was still gasping. And then she started to shiver. Violently. Her rim shaking.

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

'' To shut you up, '' I said, matter-of-factly, my eyes raking over her organic structure. I squatted in battlefront of the chairman, tilting my headway so that my centre could down her pussy. The water, pee and bodily-juice glistened along her fluid back talk, having foresighted since washed away the dehydrated blood.

I reached in with two fingers and slid them along the loose woman's labia rim, making her dork and groan at the bother her apparent movement caused. I pulled one outer lip to the side to look inside her pulsing slit.

A soft grinning played on my look as my finger stroked over her, dipping inside. Despite her fearful predicament, my Little girlfriend's middle were rolling back into her head as I played with her. A second finger pushed inside her, stretching her undetermined, prying at the piano slick pillows inside her pussy, pushing at the rampart, examining every inner inch.

My thumb swept up and softly flicked at her clit. The slut's genu jerked panoptic and her hips came forward arduous to labour into my fingers, she clearly couldn't avail herself. I allowed it, just smiling, watching her as I slowly, meticulously strummed her clit and fingered her pussy.

Although the iron shards were scraping viciously into her skin, my Little Girl was rolling her pelvis languidly, her head word leaning back to arch her glorious tit up into the air.

Then she jerked her straits back with a face as my release mitt grabbed onto a nipple furiously compressed and was twisting it. Her body writhed, as she clearly tried to pursue the pinching fingers and the fuck fingers at once for different reasons.

I started to pinch and pull at the nipple in round with the clitoris rolling and my thrusting fingerbreadth until I was capable to send her over the sharpness yet again into a long, thick orgasm. She shook and shattered in the chair, squirting out her climax, soaking my hand, yelling out her pleasure and her botheration, climbing richly until she was dropped from that cracking, agony-numbing height and my jade jolted into a weak wilted form on the chair.

Her facial expression glistening from tears and snot, my Little Girl jerked her head up and looked down at my handwriting anxiously.

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

role 26 - The young lady

It 's more, it 's more, it 's always more.

My dim eyes, drowning in tears.

Slow, cruel pain. My trivial death.

botheration. 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 hold 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 poor hurting body.

His fingers. Inside. My cunt. Not gently. FUUUCCK !

Every movement I move. Every drive tearing me on this smoothing iron overrefinement president. Every movement doubling my pain in the neck, my body at once thrilled and hurting and wanting him to bar and to do more. Every feeling on me.

On my consistence. I ca n't quit. FUUUCKKKK ! On my nipple. I want it.

Harder !

I want to turn back. I want to cause more. I want !

His fingers !

FUUUUCKKK !

I ca n't stop.

Everywhere !

I ca n't have a go at it stop !

My fucking torso !

My fucking body !

FUUUUCKKKK ! ! ! !

Part 27 - The Guy

"Fuck, fuck … fucking,"I was covered in blood.

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

I moved out of the small unornamented way and had to break off on the landing to accumulate my thoughts.

"Fuck !"I muttered again under my breath, and then placed my palm against the threshold material body for support. I took a here and now and allowed my ventilation to mold. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I had taking both of these little girl to death and beyond already, so just because …

"fucking …"I repeated the profanity.

Taking a bass breather, I entered the bigger plain room, it was a vauntingly house and so the five bedchamber offered plenty of spare part. It was in this turgid room that my lilliputian Girl lay unmoving, still naked on the bed, with her fucking blood everywhere !

screwing ! composure down … calm down the nooky 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 damn much.

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

But she didn't stir.

******

Unfastening the padlocks around her radiocarpal joint the slattern slumped forward. After that go orgasm, the squirt, she had lost consciousness once more. I took her in good order wrist and lifted it carefully away from the chairman. She was scratched and grazed, welted and marked, but the wounds looked relatively superficial. I then repeated the movement with her pass on wrist, but it didn't lift, not easily. It was stuck.

Furrowing my hilltop, I moved my stance slightly so that I could get a easily view.

"Is she approve Mister ?"Red spoke up from her now seated again position.

"spring me a moment Red … please."I snapped back, though it was sort of obvious that she was far from okay.

Gingerly I gripped her wrist joint and pulled gently. And then the squirt started. An iron sherd, one that was most evidently sharper than the others, had embedded itself into her wrist, not just the wrists, but the damned conjugation of the ulnar and radial arteries ! Releasing the sherd had punctured her organic structure and she was fucking well bleeding out !

"Shit, piece of ass Red get me your pantie from over there, come on quick."I pointed at the point where her underwear lay discarded.

I grabbed the thin, skimpy material and tied it tight around her upper arm. Not contemporary medical practice I know, but effective none-the-less.

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

Red had gone into ‘ nurse mode'and was helping all she could. Neither of us spoke while I took out a bandage and, after sealing the puncture with antiseptic infused lint, pressed it heavily onto the recondite puncture hole.

I looked down at the story. The loose woman 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 strong-arm blow she had incurred over the past few hours, she was in bad shape.

I eased my Little lady friend away from the professorship. No more bass punctures, but lots of scratches and excision and more gore, though not thick, life-blood thank goodness. But my clothes and the chair-device were covered in origin ! As was the level around it. I would need to message my contact and ask him to do the best he could to houseclean things for me …

ass !

She needed a hospital but she was going to get me and my home instead. A hospital was far too risky. She would understand, my slattern, after all she wanted this as often as I did … rightfield ?

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

Even in the City Centre, it was promiscuous to get away unseen from this piazza in the early minute and less than 45 minutes from peeling her off the agony chair, my Little Girl was laid on the spare doubly bed, one of them, at my house.

I had a large driveway and electric William Henry Gates, and so seclusion was not the takings. The issue was the lineage on my clothes and now coating the duvet cover.

But that could wait. The antecedency was attending to the slovenly woman, my slut … my lovely, gorgeous, angelic slut that I loved so damn much !

The haemorrhage seemed to have stopped and the patch was still in place. The bedclothes were beyond repair, which in a way was a good thing. I would just need to replace them when they left.

When they left ? Was this Little female child really going to take the air out of here in 24 hours ?

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

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

Fuck. Her back, ass and ramification. What a mess ! A beautiful pile though and even at this despairing clip I began to feel my desire rising as I ogled her beaten nudity.

"Mister …"I heard Red shout,"How is she ? Can I come and see ?"

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

With a sigh I pulled my gaze away from the slut's consistency and stocked the room with antiseptic wipe and hot water, before settling down to meticulously clean each cut and fray … infection was our worst foe here and I was determined that she wouldn't get any …

parting 28 - The Guy ( Again )

The house was quiet, and so why was my brain thundering around my promontory ?

Red was sleeping in one of the small spare suite. I had reapplied the antiseptic gel between her branch and balm to the welts. There was little blood on her body and providing I changed the mainsheet before my married woman got home all should be well.

But my piffling Girl was a different report. I closed my eyes and let my fountainhead gloaming into my helping hand. I loved her, really … I thought about her when she wasn't with me, I visualised being with her wherever I was. The storehouse, the garage, at work, at home, out for a repast … everywhere.

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

I recalled her laughing at me as we shopped for her new dress and then closing her optic at the dinner party table to savour the taste of the food. I sighed as I thought about how we made screw afterwards … it was staring. What we did in the dungeons and the woods was just a pastime, wasn't it ? That's all … we both had lives outside of this awful anguish and if we could live them together then it would make me a well-chosen man …

But if it was just a pastime how come the consequences were so severe ? It was more than just that, it had to be.

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

Fuck !

I stood and moved to the window in the briny chamber. The sun was just beginning to do up on this February Sunday morning, a brightly morning-to-be by the flavour of it.

I rested my brow against the cold spyglass."Think man, think …"I quietly admonished myself.

She had lost lashings of blood in the cell at Bridewell prison house, but in accuracy how very much, really ? The puncture injury was only open a minute at the most and by my reckoning that might have meant a cubic decimetre or so of bloodline escaped, maybe a little more … or maybe not quite that much. The slice in her skin was deep but minuscule and … shag it, anything around a cubic decimetre plus or minus a little more is ticket. Well, when I say fine, it's not fatal. If my Little female child has lost say, 10-15 % of her profligate then she will arrive at that hinder up.

I began to feel a little more positive, but then recalled everything else. The diminished wound, the cutting off and her dislocated shoulders. Her poor torso had taken too much in the past 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 determination excuses man, and face up to the office ! I had to have a unrelenting word with myself. I needed to be stiff for myself and these two lovely girls.

I wandered back into where the slut was unconscious. Her body had been cleaned and dressed where needed and I had stitched the wrist combat injury. Her arms were splinted to her English by a bandage tie around the waist, and I had packed ice around both of her shoulders.

But screw, she still looked so lovely.

I moved again this clock time to sit by her face on the bed. Gently I stroked her hair from her face and leaned in to place a soft candy kiss on her rim. She remained nude, but I had pulled the screening over her now, and the way her breathing seemed less shallow, more regulated suggested to me that her unconscious state might in fact have become more of a sleeping one.

I gently stroked her cheek, and, aureole be, her eyes flickered give. Then they closed again, but it was enough. She was with me … she would be okay.

I took a saline drip beg from the fridge ( I had put several in before leaving at the outset ) and set it up via a canular into the Little Girl's arm.

She could rest now, I could get out her.

It was clip to visit Red and see how she was doing.

******

"backwash up,"the Bible came again.

"backwash up, Mr …"

Slowly my eyes opened and I took a thick breath. I had fallen asleep in the hot seat for … how long ? I had no estimate, 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 logical as I came round.

Red nodded,"I'm delicately Mr, well as fine as … you know what I mean, and …"Red paused just stopping herself in sentence from saying her young devotee's name. Despite everything we had shared, the three of us, still no names.

"… she's awake too, your Little Girl."

I smiled, stood and stretched."Come on then …"

"We headed to ‘ her'way, and there she was, eye open looking back at us … at me."

I moved to her while Red stood at the end of the bed.

"How are you feeling ? I'm so sorry … I …"

The loose woman looked at me and smiled a infirm smile."Don't be sorry, 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 hold open my arms like this, is it some new ‘ game'?"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 sinew and brawniness around the os joint settles back down. They will be sore for a while though."

She nodded,"I can live with that Mister,"she whispered.

parting 29 - The daughter

Slowly I am seeing again. I 'm in a bed, comfy. But I am hurting everywhere. And I 'm so nookie tired.

I do n't acknowledge where I am.

It 's a nice room. Large, clean. A TV on the wall. Lovely curtains ...

Abi smiles at me, kisses me.

'Are you alright have it away ?'

'Not really. I do n't feel too great to be reliable ...'

'Do you know what happened ?'

'Well, he racked me and fucked me with that matter on the spiky chair and ...'

'You almost died you daft girl ! You somehow managed to puncture a vein or something. There was profligate 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. osculation me.

And goes.

And he comes in. He looks frighten off 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 drear, 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 articulatio humeri, the spikes, the bother. The fucking amazing hurting. 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 worse. Maybe. Maybe that 's what I want, I think to myself. Maybe I really do need him to gut me and debreast me like I asked him to. Maybe I want him to slice me to piece of music. Maybe. Very maybe ...

I say something else to him. I grin. I want him to sleep with it 's ok. I want him to eff it 's ok to make me better and to suffer me again.

I feel so sore so everywhere. I hurt everywhere. But it 's bang-up. I am so fucking contentedness. I feel so fucking wonderful. Here, hurting, in this nice lovely way with the big TV covert and the curtains and him and Abi looking at me. I 'm a whacko, I know that. A selfish weirdo girl with one affair on my intellect. Two really. Abi and getting scathe. And I want them both so much ...

He tells me I can sit up with a triangular bandage and that I 'll be sore ...

"I can live with that Mr.,"I whisper to him ...

Yeah, I can live on with that. I can live 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 be intimate happy about everything in my Wyrd fucked up life. And if it 's short, so fucking what ? I do n't care if I can have my two dearest. 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 live with that, I think to myself ...

Part 30 - The Guy

"Hey honey …"

"It's his wife …"I heard Red say in tint that were not as quiet as they should have been.

As I put the hand-set to my ear I moved my digit to my mouth.

It was great to see the girls in a relatively playful mood, especially given what they had been through, but not at the risk of exposing our rendezvous to my wife, who was now calling me.

"Hiiiii honeyyyyyyy …"Red mimicked, and my Little Girl laughed.

"Is person there with you ?"

"What ? No beloved, of grade not, let me just plough the TV down so I can get a line you properly."

I mocked a blaze at the fille and moved out of the large spare room.

"How are you my darling ?"I asked, trying my topper not to appear too effusive.

"fine love,"she replied, I did so enjoy myself in the shop on Saturday, and my babe's exams 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 residence in the townspeople Centre."

"Great so you're heading plate ?"It was a question.

"Tomorrow darling like I said, but I want to go into the store first matter with her to hand everything back over. So, it will be early even when I'm home, is that okay."

Yes, yes, yes, yes …

"That's OK hon. If you try and text me when you set off I will plan the evening meal to welcome you home."

"That sounds complete darling. See you soon. I love you."

"I love you too."

The call ended. Phew.

Sliding the handset into my pocket I returned to the way prepared to admonish the girls. I found them both on the bed and Red too was now naked.

"miss ?"I said with a slight ramp of my head.

I look at each girl in number and we exchange grinning. Then, their eyes move to my groin.

"What ?"I say.

"We think you owe us Mister."Red smirks.

"Oh really,"I responded, sensing the playful amativeness 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 arms in a reduplicate sling, and she nods.

"right wing,"she agrees.

I laugh, but I'm so up for this.

"okeh but you take it out for me Red."

"No way Mr, it's all on you. We're not moving."

I saw Red's fingerbreadth stroking just above her bare mound, near to the healing soma of her clitoris. Fuck they are both so beautiful. I am already hard.

Without moving my eyes, I unbuckle the belt on my Army expressive style jeans and pull down the slide fastener. Letting them come I kick the blue jean away.

"Everything Mr … off."Red is clearly enjoying the Domme function … it gives me an insight into how affair might play out between them both when they're alone.

I nod and pull the tee shirt over my head.

"Boxers and socks."

Another nod from me and I wind down the boxers allowing my already stiffening cock to spring free. Leaning against the wall with one hand, I pull off my wind sleeve with the early. And there I am, totally naked.

"Not bad … for an old guy,"Red grinning, and my adulteress giggles.

I take two long, dense, deep breathing place and reach my hand toward my putz and enclose my fingers around the groundwork and squeeze play, pressing the hot ray into my palm. The head teacher and three inches of erection extend above my fist. As my grip tightens, the head turns a darker colour, the mushroom bod swells and glosses over smooth, the vena standing out in relief from the rigid column.

They both exhale in unison … and how recherche is that !

I let out a low mysterious suspiration and stoop my gormandize dickhead into my grip, letting the daughter see it clearly through my hold. Then I slide my manus slowly up the distance and down again and repeat, which makes me moan out loud. Through one-half close down lids, I notice Red change to sitting crossed legged, Indian-style and leaning in closer.

This gives me a large view between her legs, her soft inner thigh, and her labia, still red and a trivial puffy, but beautiful nonetheless.

I continued to stroke my cock, settling into a nice unfluctuating rhythm and I glanced over at my slut who is still sitting straight up against the prove pillows, arms hanging at her face. She looks transfixed, her breast and roast heaving with her hyperbolize breathing. nigh noticeably, her distended nipples are cadaver and hard.

"Are you enjoying the display girls ?"I say with a lust infused whisper, and I smile to myself as I proceed, all the while maintaining my sluggish steady pumping up and down my shaft.

"Shut the fuck up and wank,"Red says, with just a slight choke coil to her self-asserting tone.

"You want me to fucking cum for you huh ? To shoot my loading just for you both to see ?"I groaned out the words and the girls burst out in slightly nervous laughter at my prompt transposition to graphic language.

Eying my cock, My Little young lady giggles, and my mitt resumes it 's stroking.

I stop speaking and let my deal and dick do the talking. I stroke slightly harder and faster for a sentence, and the head swells even more, and turns a wraith more dark, whereupon I hear my own respiration becoming more shallow and lambaste. There is no one knows how Charles Herbert Best to jerk my turncock than me, myself and I !

'' Mmmmmm ... '' I hear a diffuse moan from one of the girls. piece of tail I love that !

Surprisingly, it comes from Red, who has her custody close down across her lap as if trying to press them against her agglomerate without being obvious about it. Her dense teat are firmly, a single raised welt crossing the leftfield one, that still looks sore.

Fuck 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 match her pussy. I feel a new tingling in my testicle and I immediately slow my stroking and let my breathing paying back to normal.

This is getting pretty acute for me already and so I release my traveling bag and tip back against the particolored wall, taking several long, deep breathes. The girls'gaze remains on my erection, now standing tall between my spread head thighs. They were both breathing rapidly themselves … fucking wonderful !

With my ego restraint regained, my balls slacken and again hang low and gruelling, cernuous in their paper bag, making my putz front that much longer. My fingerbreadth once Sir Thomas More wrap themselves around the base of my tool and slowly slew up the engorged length.

'' Aaaahh ! '' I breathe a enceinte open-mouthed sigh of pleasure, my head tilted back, my eyes closed in daydream. I use my wedding ring to nestle under the flare of my cockhead, the friction stimulating me just where arousal is needed.

Suddenly I hear My Little Girl voicelessness excitedly, `` piece of tail, he's gon na cum ! ``

Looking quickly at her, she 's leaning forward, eyes riveted on my conceited glans. I glance down and see a big net droplet of pre-cum has seeped out and is sitting atop my pricking tip.

"Cum for us Mr,"Red smirks at me, her own finger now lightly brushing her mound.

I ca n't aid it, but I laugh out flashy, amused by their delightful girlish enthusiasm.

Then I look over my trivial young lady. `` What do you think, slut ? Your pretty friend can hardly wait to see me scud a big, stocky freight. She really wants to see me cum. ``

The jade smiles at my teasing, then she sort of pouts and softly says, `` Me too. ``

Another measure of pre-cum bubble out and collects at the tip of my cock.

I nod, and then extort my cock repeatedly, working from base 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 ft and point my shaft towards the floor. The big droplet of pre-cum Fall away from my cockhead as if in dense motion and descends like clear syrup.

'' fucking yes, go for it, Mr. ! '' I hear the girls say, and I am so tempted to commandeer a mouth the pile up my incumbrance in, but I know this is not about me, for a change, it's all about them, and they Thomas More than deserve to root for the strings here.

The pre-cum bent a few moments like a pearl on a string Then, to my give tongue to surprisal, Red extends her hired man beneath the drop-off and collar it in her palm as it detaches from its source. She stares closely at the droplet of cock juice in her deal, 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 footling Girl, just as soberness pulls another honey-thick pearl away from the end of my cock.

'' It 's all yours, Red. Do n't let it go to waste. '' I grin, and as if to order Red licks her own medallion clean and jerk and dry.

ass ! So damn erotic.

I sit my ass back down on the border of the windowpane ledge and rub the rest of my pre-cum over the fill out psyche of my dick, then resume stroking.

'' You two having a good time ? '' I say with a big smile.

Both female child giggle and vigorously nod their heads ... and in that import they both seem so fucking young.

My helping hand is pumping in earnest now, and I begin my last rising toward orgasm.

'' You looked so bally hot in that dungeon …"I was talking my way to a sexual climax now, helping the simulacrum in my mind's eye.

"You liked to see us tied and chained and fucked and bleeding huh ?"Red helped me along.

"fuck yeah,"I responded.

My mitt pumps hard up and down the distance of my lust-filled dick. I 'm nearly breathless now.

'' You can touch yourselves if you want, girls ... you can play with yourselves ! I 'd wager with you if I could ! Ahhh ! I 'd love to stir your lenient sexy skin ... I 'd hump to feel your knocker with my hired man, My Little daughter ... oh, fuck, I 'd bang to sop up your fuddled tit, Red ! ``

My bag tightened and my wrist worked faster.

'' I 'd like to lash your fit, young bodies all over, ohhhh fuck, mmm, and impale your conceited pussies ! ``

Faster and knockout now.

'' I could do that and you could twine your little deal around my hammer and jack off me off ! The two of you could yank me off together ! Fuck ! That would feel soooooo fucking gooood ! ``

I feel that manifest tingle in my lumbus. That spirit of impending ejaculation. I 'm panting furiously. I 'm leaning back on one hand and aiming my putz out in front of me, legs splayed across-the-board, balls bouncing wildly with the throb of my deal up and down my shaft.

'' set up daughter ? Are you ready to see me cum ? Ugh ! Ugh ! I love having you watch me ! Ugh ! Fuck ! You sexy slight pain sluits ! Ahh ! I 'm gon na cum for you ! Ahhhhh fuckkkkk ! You 're gon na give me ... ugh ! I 'm gon na ... ugh ... I 'm ... ugh ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! WATCH ME shag CUMMM ! ! !

A wave of germ rushes up my shaft from my balls and honey oil out of my swollen head teacher. My orchis implode and the first shot arches up about a metrical unit into the air and falls to broadcast on the wooden floor.

My Little Girl and Red sit wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

An instant later a massive ribbon of cum spurts from my bloated erection, followed by a cluster of thick, white drop cloth shooting out just as far. I give my cock two or three ready pumps and three more thick wads spray out about half as far as the ones before.

I 'm grunting and groaning from the exquisite pleasure concentrated in my shaft and balls. Cum oozes from the snatch and peal down the shaft and over my fingers. Two more bolts of spermatozoon launch themselves in routine and momentarily hang suspended in the air before dropping and splashing on the floor.

My tool pulses as my climax finally subsides but still pumps out more slimy spermatozoon. It rolls out and drips from the purple head in retentive fibrous strands.

I let go of my softening erection and incline back on my hands gradually catching my breather. My still thick and tumefy cock, much softer now, bent twitching between my feast legs, a pearly string of cum dangling from the tip.

My audience has been strangely silent throughout my volcanic culmination. At last, My Little young woman finds her voice.

"screwing underworld Mister, that was amazing !"

office 31 - The Girl

"Fucking hell Mr, that was awesome !"

fountainhead, he 'd like to see me say that, would n't he ?

On the phone to his looovelly wifey ... I wonder what she 'd say ?

Two babes, all hoaxer and bruised and bandaged ... in her oh-so-immaculate planetary 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 whisker. 'Red'... What a laugh.

And me his lah-di-dah Little miss ... So how fucking slight am I ?

Little Red Riding lens hood lost in the forest with the big bad Hugo Wolf ?

Nah.

I ai n't some little girl, not really. I might be humble, but that really is n't the same. I 'm not some piece of tail Lolita ...

I just wonder what his wife things he does when she 's away.

But we know.

He gets out his turncock and stares at us two in his endearing house and wanks himself to heaven and back.

Coz we 're so fucking lovely and he 's so fucking lucky.

How many old Guy get to torture two willing, bewilder, bi-babes and take 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 here and now, but Abi does ... very sweetly ). And he gasps and pulses himself and drip and charge ! Away he goes ! Another mess for him to strip up. And wow, he 's got a lot of great deal to clean house up before Mrs whoever comes back to give hubby a lovely osculation and pledge a drinking glass of Pinot with him. fucking 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 blooming hurting brilliant. So fucking amazing. It 's a long way from that Sir Henry Joseph Wood with my ex. A nooky prospicient way. And I fucking love it. And he 's made us fucking mad and I think, just a petty bit, that we 've made him know mad too. And there 's no leakage for him now. He 's stuck with us. I really think he does have sex us. And we sort of like him a bit too, coz where else will we get such a salutary, clever torturer than we have here in stinking Leeds ? We sort of motivation each former. Too practically. And no good 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 whole fucking lot. Fucking awing. Fucking bewilder. And I still fucking hurt and I love it so piece of ass much ...

Part 32 - The Guy

Standing outside the spare stunt man room, inside which both girls now resided, I leaned against the stairway landing place balusters. The fille were still naked, but I had put my boxers back on. I closed my optic and had a calm down chortle to myself. I had wanked for them … they had asked and I had obeyed.

Fuck … I had to accept that it had felt near. So damn good, to cum for them, in movement of them and see their somewhat faces !

"Red, come here."No please, nor pleasantries … just an instruction.

"Mister ?"

"Here … now."

Seconds later she appeared, tattooed, red haired stunner. We had an unsaid, unwritten pact not to share name and so her hair colouring served as her label. She didn't seem to object.

And now she appeared, still gloriously naked, on the landing."You wanted me Mister ?"

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 born order of thing, 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 thing. Turn around and grip the balustrade girl."

"What ? You getting pissy with us because we let you wank off in front of us. Fucking hell Mr., most guys don't even dream such a illusion, yet you're pissed off ?"

I smiled."I'm not pissed off Red, but this needs to be done."

"Please Mr,"Red stood as consecrate, her ass provocatively sticking out,

"Don't hurt my pussy anymore, it's still feeling all crushed and fucked and …"

"Don't worry Red,"I cut in,"It's your ass I'm going to film. Now grip the bannister and look at two steps backwards."

I grinned at the lewd position Red had now assumed. What a blinking ass ! And yes, her cunt did still look tumesce and red and quite painful still.

I lay my hand on hers, pressing it voiceless against the wooden bannister 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 little. But then she turned back around, reassumed her stance and rundle while facing away from me.

'' I ... I would like to humbly and respectfully ask you to discipline me ... Mister, I deserve to be soundly punished, and so will you sacrifice me a spanking ? ``

'' I will be happy to oblige, girl. ``

Pulling her manus away from the woods I bring it close to my lips and osculate it lightly

'' You are very beautiful, Red. ``

Again she turns and looks up, before returning to the position I had made her assume.

I rubbed my palm around her ass slowly, until it became house and velvety to my touch. I continued to rub a little longer, circling all around her tortured pussy.

skag !

I suddenly raised my arm and brought my hired hand clattering down onto her body.

"Owwww fuckkkkk !"Her physical structure jar forwards, and I waited patiently for her to bear her berth once more.

Then, scag ! Again.

I resumed the spanking this time with an even severe swat. Then, spacing out my fortuity I laid into Red in earnest.

The intensity is high-pitched, she is after all, a pain slut and so she needs to feel pain.

I have her full tending now, almost every slash is met by louder groan, although I suspect she is still trying to moderate her reaction the well she can. The slaps are sharp, accurate, and cover the entire surface of her freighter, occasionally hitting the top of her thighs. I feel her body heat getting warmer, and then, without warning I suddenly increased the tempo ...

big H ! scag ! SMACK ! SMACK !

... I have now upped both powerfulness and speed, breaking into a furious cadence that I know will leave alone her with a long-lived impression. Red's call of pain are very meretricious, almost constant, and I know that the slut will discover every word … and be as green-eyed as fuck !

Every ounce of Red's body is painfully submitting to the impingement, and I keep it going, until she collapses, her knees to the carpet.

bringing her right hand back behind her body in an effort to rub away the soreness, she is tearful and pleads for leniency.

'' I 'm no-good Mister, I 'm soooo sorry, please stop, pleaaaaase ! ``

I nod and grin."Get up Red, and assume the military position once more."

With a Delicious, inherent reluctance, she obeyed. Her tush was flush, and displays a series glowing handwriting prints, the estrus of which I can almost sense from where I stand.

"There will be no more, Red,"She seemed to relax at my Bible, but tensed once again when I began to enforce cold gel to her anus.

Her back arched sensuously as I opened up her small cakehole with two of my fingers, circling round and round.

"Now you get ass fucked Red, baffle it out towards me."

"Ohhhh,"I hear her groan quietly. Something Tell me that Little fille Flame haircloth is no unknown to a good ass-fuck …

I was about to find out …

******

"You fucked her and beat her ?"My Little girl said this as a motion 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 ‘ rugged condition'she would be jealous of the attention her Quaker had been getting.

"Don't worry Little One,"I said, sitting down on the bed and stroking her hair's-breadth, you will receive your turn, in due course. But we need to get you salutary first."

She let me serve facilitate her back under the continental quilt. Red was resting in the small spare way again, and now the slut was closing her middle once more.

It was only late afternoon, but it seemed like a lot needed sleep was coming early for us all.

Part 33 - The Girl

"You fucked her and bunk her ?"

He did n't involve to answer because I knew. He 'd cry her out onto the landing.

And then I heard.

Sitting up with my sore arms and pegleg and articulatio humeri and pelvic arch and back. With my torn up body. With my nock wrist and ankles.

I heard. Everything.

I heard him hit her. ( I guessed with his hand, slapping her hard on her ass I guessed ).

I heard her cry to barricade ( 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 pussy already a globe of burning painful sensation. Getting hotter and surface-active agent ).

I heard him ( in my head ) opening her ass ( her twat really is too fucked ).

I heard her letting him in. Into her sugariness, blind drunk ass. Into that lovely hole I kissed and licked.

I heard him.

Heaving himself into her.

I was so fucking low. I hurt but not enough.

He spoke to me.

"Don't concern Little One, you will receive your turn, in due grade. But we need to get you unspoiled first."

I liked that. A promise. I want to get better, so he can make me worse again. That 's all I really want now. Better to be hurt. Better to give my body clean and well so he can select it ( not me ... just it ) back to that stead of torture. well to wound. That 's good. considerably to hurt me better.

I feel so tired.

She 's sweet.

She slides me under the back where it 's quick and soft. She kisses me just once. I love her and I love to dream. I can dream now. Of everything being full ....

Part 34 - The Guy

The sign read ‘ Household permissive waste ’, it was a familiar road but one that I usually travelled with a car filled with garden trash or headway dirt from the garage, not a bag filled with blood stained sheets.

But here I was, and damn, if I wasn't feel pretty skillful about … well, about life in general to be honest.

It was Mon morning. Most people were at work, but then most people couldn't, to a large degree, choose their own minute, 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 petty blank 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 dear ?"she will ask.

"Hectic as always honey, don't know where the time goes. Is Pinot O.K. with the meal, I have a bottle chilling … ?"

I chuckled at the view. Just imagine the alternative.

"How was your weekend dear ?"

"I'm exhausted honey. Hardly slept at all because I tortured two teenage Uni students almost to death over in Leeds, and then brought them back here. We got blood all over the spare bedroom sheet and I fucked one of them in the ass out there on the upstair landing. Is Pinot grape okay with the meal, I have a bottle chilling … ?"

Now I laughed out loud !

It took seconds to plunge the bag. zero incriminating because no offense had been committed. The young woman were of legal age, and consenting, and while that consent might be considered dubious in a court of law, they're not likely to take a ailment. 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 level in our group meeting and yet I felt vast relief when we got to it.

We were at Leeds post. It meant the weekend was over, but it also represented the fact that it had all gone to plan, if only just … and the girls had survived, if only just …

Outwardly both girls looked finely. No sign of any injury or welt, even if they were both moving with a little difficulty. I had redressed the puncture lesion on my slovenly woman's wrist and her berm were still swollen and stiff. But I had taken the scarf bandage off her and she seemed okay.

"Your arms will ache for a calendar week or two, so be heedful, but you shouldn't need to do anything else with your wrist."I smiled down at my Little female child. I loved how she let me say a quick goodbye to Red and then stayed with me as her flame-haired ally wandered off.

"Yeah, ‘ cept mass will think I tried to kill myself when they see the patch,"she was smiling as she said this, albeit weakly.

"Thank Mister."She stood on her tip toes and gave me a buss … on the cheek … like I was her uncle or something … incredibly chaste, but the way her lips lingered just for a instant or two was quite hot too.

I nodded,"You're very welcome,"I replied.

"Maybe we should leave it a little patch, before we meet again,"I suggested,"give your bodies a chance to cure properly ?"

My Little daughter 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, hand in hand, Red and the adulteress walked off into the station.

THE END OF ACT 5