As she walked out of the workshop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big space but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch over - you can see many things. Loitering near the car Park at the Arnedale sum was an easy stead to stalk my fair game and she would be no dissimilar. She looked different with her apparel on but there was no mistaking her ‘ Carol the cunt'or ‘ puss Carol'or ‘ Daddys'it made no difference what epithet you used, it was the same woman that I had seen on Wifeposter for the by few month. I preferred her common get - tit out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her destination and noted her enrollment number as she fumbled with her keys amid the jumble of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen minutes after arriving house I had found her name, name and address, engagement of birth, passport number, aesculapian records ... the cyberspace is a herculean shaft if you know how to use it. I even found some pictures on waver, standardized to those posted. I smiled to myself and reached down and pat Devil, my ember black Great Dane ‘ What do you think old fella, shall we let some fun with this jade ? Been a while since we had someone to play with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my following move…..



The reward of a dog is that most mass don't tone at you, they look at the dog. If it's clean, quiet, good for you looking and on a spark advance they seem to trust you more than if you were on your own, it's almost as if they think ‘ He loves his dog, he must be ok'..If only they knew ! That's probably what cunt carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a duad of daylight later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver's face door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the apprehension. I didn't look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her smile at the big disastrous dog as she reached into her purse for her keys.



A promptly face behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the curl I stood upright and took a long step towards her with the dog's lead held taught between my manus. In an heartbeat it was around her neck, my unattackable arms pulling it soused, forearms braced against her shoulder sword as I used as practically pressure as I dared. The shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few minute but as I pulled harder, my human knee in the little of her back she began to react, head tossing from side to side, branch reaching for the leather cutting off her breath.



"Christmas carol infant, if you don't want to die here and now then put your custody down and keep back still. Do as I say and you will live, disobey me and you will die."I applied a little more insistency and her script waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her side. I pushed her firmly towards the back of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'sticker in the window. The charge was unlocked and a jog with my knee made the threshold soaring upwards, exposing the abandon benighted place inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her pass firmly down into the eiderdown I had placed there earlier. My left hired man held her head down as I pulled the egg gag out of my pocket with my right field. I moved my hand from the side of her header and gripped her nose, causing her pass to jerk back and her oral cavity to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide-eyed Velcro strap tight. In the glumness I could see the white of her eye get grownup as she began to realize there was no escape and the blow of my assault wore off to be replaced by care and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable's length tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her doll riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankles.



I slipped the bootleg velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her headway and wondered if she could smack the stale aroma and wee up from the others that had been in her position ; the thought making my cock lurch that extra pass to it's hard. What had the finally one been called ? Mother Theresa. That was it. She was tall, slim and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a Henry Sweet memory board.



Pulling the continental quilt around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver's side of meat doors. Beelzebub jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back seat as I quickly started the locomotive and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the mansion for the airdrome and shortly afterwards pulled into the long drive that leads to the old bungalow in Knutsford my parents left me. What the bungalow lacked in animate being comforts - central heating for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of trade good, seclusion. I parked the car at the face of the house and opened the back threshold before opening the boot and cutting the tie holding her leg. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the iron boot and onto her invertebrate foot. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping cocksucker coming from inside the hood as fear and the want of atomic number 8 combined to inhibit her.

I gripped the back of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to push her through the kitchen and up to the steps but she was difficult to control, bumping into the table and then the threshold frame as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too punishing, just enough to pick apart the breath out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my shoulder joint into her waist and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the step and into what I laughingly called the node chamber. My guests have not always appreciated the time and fuss I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as part of the service. The solid oak threshold has been altered to take a five point lock, the window has tight fitting internal shutters, the floor and wall have been covered with acoustic underlay to damp the auditory sensation but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the floor with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stableness and to allow for a miscellany of fixing stage for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ comfort and security measures'of my guests. public eye focus on the bed as do two cameras linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs.

Throwing her down onto the bed I was able-bodied to look at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a sensible figure. Her pleasing fizzle was an outstanding characteristic but I was sure there would be plenty more to enjoy. She was dressed for business in a smartness grey suit, black blouse, tights and flatbed black shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting hoi polloi with a warming grinning, all the clip wondering if her next guest would be mortal that had wanked over pictures of her naked consistency on a website at the weekend. Turning her onto her venter I cut the tie holding her articulatio radiocarpea together and pulled of the short grey crown off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her backrest while I undid the button and zip on the back of her skirt. Once the zip was loose I just gripped each incline and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her back and grabbed her left wrist joint. Attached to the bed were two string with wrist bands at the end and I fixed one firmly around her radiocarpal joint, doing the buckles up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side I did the same with her right hand wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her eyes were bulging out of her head, tears were streaming down her grimace and she looked terrified. Looking at the position I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a Virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a snatch for fucking, what was awry with me ? I gave a little suspiration and pulled out my put away knife. Opening the blade caused more wail and struggling against the chain and I was tempted to commit her a slap to hush up her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to talk to her calmly"carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we enjoy our time together. I only have the knife to that I can make you more prosperous. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took grip of the waistband of her leotards before cutting then, letting the knife slip through the material so that it parted before pulling the tittle of material Down and off her legs along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too headlong."Be right back"I said, patting her cheek in a reassuring way before running down the stairs. I paused in the waiting area to shift on the pc and the cameras so I could bask the action again afterwards before going and getting Satan out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a glance of a black bra that matched the midget lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to hold back you."I said as a take hold of handle of her ankle and pulled her down the bed, stretching her out again. I pulled her blouse down so it hung neatly before climbing onto the bed and straddling her hips. I looked around and saw to my satisfaction that daemon was sitting on his haunches in the corner of the way taking a keen interest in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrorize as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the corner of the room. I knew that the Light Within and the thin sheen of fret would combine to establish me look even more powerful than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening facial expression of concern that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to give away my present. I ran my bridge player up her flank and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my thenar down her chest, feeling the firm dandy of her flesh and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her tits filling my big hands as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest of drawers and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the finger's breadth of my hands between the two sides and ripped the blouse open, buttons flying across the room, the strait causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her bosom through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my pocket and pulling out my tongue. I opened the blade and touched the dot to her forehead, the only pressure being caused by its own weight as I gently ran it down her nuzzle, backtalk, chin and throat before hooking it under the mid point of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder straps and pulled the tear up bra off her. I paused to wait at the recording label, noting the 36C sizing before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love pap and hers were great. Big but floppy, a existent fistful. I squeezed and squashed them in my hands, marvelling at the free weight and elasticity, watching them move beneath my signature. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them respond so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two finger's breadth, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the greater the response so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hands on her decent breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock punishing teat upwards…I bent my head down and sucked it deep into my back talk, loving the intemperately rubbery tactile sensation as my spit lashed at it. I sucked as hard as I could and felt her arch her backrest towards me as if undecided between pleasure and bother. I did the same with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my lip before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard physical body trapped between them. I looked up and saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my strong fingers.

My cock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my binding to her, stripped the relief of my clothes off. A couple of fast hitch had me at my full size and I looked her straight person in the eye when I turned round. Her face was a commixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the offset time. There is always a public debate about black guys being bigger or not but god didn't leave me short I'm pleased to say. At almost ten column inch long and thick enough to earn about charwoman wince I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to get laid her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. First, I decided to take the passion out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my turncock between her tits, wrapping the soft flesh around me I began to gently fuck the smooth valley…..boy did it feel good !

I pulled them apart and ptyalize down onto her mammilla and my cock, the spit combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her frame tightly around me and began to fuck those babe in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more stir as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the familiar spirit tightening in my balls and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my dense sticky spunk all over her face, neck and teat. She had closed her eye tightly as I was fucking her tits abut now she started to open them, only to have some punk run into her left eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'Climbing off her I clicked my finger at Old Nick and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the last matter she expected. It was as if she had received an electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet glossa off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the taste of spunk. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's sufficiency, down you get."I said, pointing to the corner again.

binge were flowing down her impudence now as she her imagination ran riot trying to infer what my hap next. She couldn't in her wildest nightmares have considered that an minute after leaving her rubber petty sign of the zodiac she would be chained naked to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then carol'I said ‘ Lets get to the chief effect, you keep talking about your slit so it's time to see what the fuss is about'as I took custody of the shank band of her lilliputian lacing pants. I pulled them roughly with my hands, tearing the flimsy slope, ripping them to shreds before using them to wipe her face and neck opening of the slobber from Devil and the clay of my punk. I tossed sodden scrap of lacing to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her ankle joint and spreading her ramification wide, then pushing back so they bent at the knee so she was wide-cut open before me.

Her snatch was perfectly shaven and not as blind drunk looking as some. It looked from the stretch marks that she had had kids but I also thought about all that internet poppycock and guessed that she spent near nights in front line of the estimator with her legs scatter, digit buried deep inside her slutty golf hole. As I slipped my thick forefinger down her slit I couldn't help thinking that being slightly stretched would help her take my cock. Despite her struggles and snag I could feel some wet in her cunt as I worked my finger trench inside her, twisting as I forced it all the way in before pulling it out and then back in again, working slowly before adding another on to it. I loved the sight of her snatch opening up before me, my thickset embrown fingers stretching the pink build. I pushed my thumb forward and began to slowly rub her clit in fiddling circles, moving my finger deep inside her at the Sami time. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, Ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a Joseph Black alien with a big dick - I felt her starting time to respond, felt her bitch relaxing and get moister, her juice beginning to run as her trunk started to oppose to my insistent probing. My fingerbreadth were really deep now, my knuckle banging hard against her with every thrust of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to squeeze her twat back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it infant, take your pleasure where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my helping hand as I banged my long thick finger's breadth deep inside her, turning my fingerbreadth as I sought her ‘ g'smudge. She was jerking her hips towards my every knife thrust now and making some very unusual interference as she struggled for breathing space against the ball gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my fingers to the edge of her slit I added another one, shoving three of my rough fingers deep inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no doubt the pain but by the clock time I had buried them up to my knuckles her wooden leg were shaking and she was turning red from lack of atomic number 8 as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't wait. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her peg, stroking my cock to maximum hardness. Pushing her legs all-inclusive I rubbed my boss over her clit, coating it with her juices before slipping through her back talk to the entrance to her tunnel. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or impedance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once Thomas More formed in her eyes as I buried the headspring of my turncock cryptic inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to adapt my position I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my pecker all the way up her. She was tossing her head from side to side as I kept pushing without a break, stretching her wide as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent sentence chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would have been begging me to get laid her slutty pussy with my big mordant cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would telephone it rape. No matter, the end result was the Same, my powerful hips had buried my cock balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at start, the first XXX or forty virgule from my dick confluence some resistance but gradually she began to untie up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most splendid boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipples hard that I almost didn't observance her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked terrific chained and gagged and even for person with my mastery I could finger myself getting closer. I let go of her nipple and pulled out of her while I moved her legs onto my berm, keeping her astray I bent her almost double over before spearing her cunt again with my big cock. In this attitude I could await down onto her nerve as I raped her, enjoy the fear in her eyes as I pounded her kitty hard, both of us knowing there was no escape, that I could keep her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my brim back over my teeth in a face, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my cock swell even bountiful before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt similar dry pint of my scalding spunk deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full weight pinning her down feather as I lay with travail dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the soft flesh of her neck.

My prick began to weaken and slip out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her ramification spread, kitty gaping and spunk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to monster with my hand and he needed no second bid to spring on the bed starting line licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this meter, either she was numb from the fuck and fingering or she had already guessed that it would find. I could see the dog's turncock standing proud between his wooden leg as he was becoming excited by the penchant of my spunk and her juice, his tail wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked Christmas carol would have noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly littler scaffold subway leaning against the wall, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its place at the end of the bed, the down underground slotting snugly into the bed material body. From the memory box in the recess I pulled out a heavy studded dog catch with a length of chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The former end of the range I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm chains. She immediately pulled her implements of war down to her side to unblock the tautness in her shoulder joint. I scooped her up in my blazon and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her Down in her very unsteady leg. The range between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive breast stick out enticingly. I ran my deal over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waist. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chains on her branch to the side of the bed. From my box of john I took out a couple of heavy duty Velcro shoulder strap and truss her ankles to the bed frame.

She now presented a very arouse mickle, her behind in the air and her leg apart, the ravaged lips of her kitty-cat suspension outdoors at the hone angle for my turncock and finger's breadth. I stroked and patted her prat, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her rumple hollow, it too showing signs of Recent epoch action mechanism. Dirty gripe I thought as I gave her a smacking, loving the red mark my hand made. Looking at my reposition box I saw the unadulterated way to enhance that attractive arse. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine tails but I knew from experience that it was capable of producing a filthy sting. The starting time pair were quite entitle but still made her psyche jerking back in shock at the pain. I could finger myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her wan anatomy, the tails leaving red pipeline across her arse and the book binding of her branch. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more strokes, the temptation to put all my force and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to take up blood, not this time at least anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my men over her now bright red arse, enjoying the estrus my whipping had produced. Her puckered gob looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a little before replacing it with my much larger ovolo. Pushing my pollex deep inside her arse I curled my fingers into her twat, feeling my hand almost connect ; only held apart by the slenderize tissue layer. I was willing to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of times, or at the very to the lowest degree had experimented with a big toy up her backside as she rubbed her clit.

The next affair I pulled out of my store box caused expectant fervor. Not for me, not for Christmas carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately tidal bore. The trivial leather boots that covered his paws had been script made for me in a fetich shop to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing flavour when I placed the edict and collected it a hebdomad later. daemon stopcock was at full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the little boot. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one poor girl half to destruction, her hurt didn't pain in the ass me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in rake every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the boots were fitted I left dickens sitting in the corner licking his prick while I went and stood by Carol. My fingers slipped easily into her cunt and I worked them around, delight to find she was still fairly wet from my punk dripping out of her."Now Christmas carol"I said"You may give birth thought you were a dare little cock loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the area and having the time of your life history. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's dickens's crook now !"

With that I clicked my finger and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind pegleg, his front manus on her shoulders and his long hammer searching for her snatch. She thrashed her headway and shoulders about but with her ramification tied and her principal pulled forward there was very piddling she could do. deuce is a big dog and must weigh almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his cock into position and he was soon pumping his retentive red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the headspring of the bed and looked into her eyes. They seemed full of shame, the rent streaming down her face and the rophy of spit running down her Chin telling their own narration of her abjection. As I watched I saw heller tense as he pumped some spunk cryptical inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief pause he was pumping hard again and before farsighted cumming once more. heel are amazing, he must make cum six times before her started to slow down and I moved around behind her for a finisher look. I could see that his naut mi was now lodged in her puss and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh prison term he tried to attract out but the burl was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

daemon sat in the corner once more licking his shaft clean while I inspected the steady flow of watery dog spunk running down her stage. Her body was racked with whoreson and her back was matted with a compounding of sweat and dog hair. Her pussycat was gaping open, backtalk covered with the Saami compounding of hair, sweat and mettle. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically arouse and my own cock was once more standing proud from my physical structure. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erection, determined that she should be able to see it, take a leak her know that I wasn't finished yet. I picked up the remains of her blouse and wiped her back down before positioning myself between her across-the-board spread branch. Although I'll do to the highest degree things I didn't partiality sticking my turncock in the same stead that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her rear once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the sweat and heart already gathered there.

As I pushed my turncock into her can I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little persistence I managed to get my thickening in and the thick jibe soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victims just banging away always feels good to me, I love to watch my pecker as it drags their flesh inside out, my strong finger's breadth digging into their pelvic arch as I pull them bass and deeper. As I started to fuck her faster and faster I thought of the early 1 I had had in that stead, Theresa the skinny fiddling cry baby, Jane the older slovenly woman who had somehow seemed to bask it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged Devil off her ! The memories and the notion of power were enough to send me into Shangri-la ; I was lost in a world of lust as began to roll in the hay her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasp as I began to chant ‘ cunt, bitch, cunt'in time to my thrusts before with a roar I filled her bunghole with a load of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated heller and there was little I could do as he managed to find her arse with his now hard again shaft, his delirious shafting in perfect contrast to the to a greater extent measured hammering she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her arse I thought of the fun we would own for the next few weeks before it was time to trade her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my amusement, kept around for any of my friends to use, made to know or suck anyone or anything that I wanted - dog, donkey, horses, other womanhood, the only limit being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the bicycle boys they would take away her around the bike rally 's all summer, gang raping her every night. She would soon look back on her time with me with affection I thought as I patted Devil on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her good, she's just a slit after all, cunt carol .... ’