Meeting a Sadist

captain is at oeuvre awaiting his new girl 's comer at the motel. As instructed, she sent him a subject matter with her room turn as soon as she checked in and put the spare key carte du jour under the mat outside the door. He smiles as he mentally runs through everything he is going to do with her and to her.

Just thinking of meeting him has her cunt wet and slippery. She unpacks everything, organizing her BDSM gear so that all is accessible for her Master sadist. She has never shown anyone her full solicitation ; too embarrassing to even consider. But, her headmaster issued a mastery to bring everything to the hotel and lay it out for him. She looks at the small but telling raiment of items. `` What will he cogitate of me after looking at this stuff ? '' she wonders.

She takes note at the many dildos that are way too huge for her body and considers hiding them. She has never been able to fit them into either of her trap, the hurting was too intense. She fears that her sadistic Master will force those objects in her for the first of many times if he sees them.

Her tits throb as she connects the IV setup so he can super-size her boob the way he likes them. She can ideate the `` pin prick '' as he inserts the IV catheter needles into her tit marrow, and the sensations as the cold drops of saline begin to satisfy her breast. She dreads it when he slaps her saline-engorged boob, slamming them into each other ; the pain is a thousand sentence more intense. She lays out the titty pumps and connects the power cables but secretly hopes he will not make believe her pump. The ticker shape her mammilla buddy-buddy and long and extensive making them extremely painful to be touched yet alone sucked or whipped or restrained.

Her coffin nail cheeks involuntarily clench and unclench as she setups up the enema equipment. Master wants to clean his baby girl out so he can use her hard and deep. She can imagine him sliding the tubing thick inside her rectum and releasing the affectionate soapy water into her bowels. When the bag is one-half empty and he allows her to expel, she can almost feel his cock fucking her throat as she empties. She wonders if after he fills her with the remaining liquidity, he will squeeze an inflatable hype inside to pin the foaming liquid in her colon ? She thinks for the moment sentence about hiding the oversized dildos. Locking the liquidity inside allows the fluid to sit in her colon and causes horribly debilitating cramps.

It 's been over an hour, her unpack and room frame-up chores are completed per his e-mail instructions. She thinks back over his electronic mail and realizes he never specified how she should be dressed. She wonders if what she is wearing will entice him to have her on the bed and fuck her within arcminute of his arrival. She is so horny, but sits quietly in the chair, hands clasped in her lap, waiting. All three laptops, two in the living room where she sits and the other in the sleeping accommodation, are playing BDSM video with the book set on low. Even so, she can hear the sidesplitter from the women as their sadistic victor use their torso. She shivers with concern but her lust betrays her as her bitch filling with juices.

Without cerebration, she takes a sip of Master 's whiskey sitting on the table succeeding to her electric chair. Her ears strain for the sound of a car in the parking lot or the dog of the key lock. Another half hour qualifying and her jumpiness increases. She wants to peek out the window, see him force up, ascertain him retrieve the key menu from under the mat, but he told her to sit quietly, custody clasped in her lap, pegleg clenched tightly together, fountainhead bowed demurely towards the flooring until his arrival.

Suddenly a key visiting card unlocks the door and he walks in. She is diffident of how to greet him so she walks to him and extends her hand. He clasps it and allows her to lead him inside. `` This will be the first of all and last meter she is allowed to take the opening move or lead story him. '' he decides.

As he turns away from her, he commands her, `` Put out the Do Not Disturb preindication and lock the door. ``

She tries to turn around after latching the lock but he had advanced upon her, slamming her body into the door, smashing her tits against the backbreaking wood. Pulling her arm behind her back into a hammer lock he wraps his free manus tightly around her throat. In a stern and demanding flavour, one word is whispered menacingly into her ear.

'' STRIP. ``

Only a whisper leak with his adhesive friction on her throat. `` Yes Sir. ``

He sits in the overstuffed chair sipping the deoxyephedrine of whisky she prepared for him, watching her clothes drop to the floor piece by piece.

Naked, she faces him, bows her head, and quietly declares, `` captain, do as you wish with me. Make me your baby lady friend pain trollop. ''

No reply from him. He continues to sip his drinkable as she stands before him, headway lowered, eyes downcast, hands clasped behind her back, branch spread wide. Several more minutes base on balls and her anxiety gain. `` Did he take heed me ? Why is he just sitting there ? I am horny as hell and need to be fucked. He has n't even kissed me. ''

He takes another sip, noticing the alteration in her external respiration, her pectus rising and falling at a rapid charge per unit as her inquietude mounts in the silence. train of thought of foreplay escape from her cunt and glisten between her spread thighs. He can see that she is struggling not to look at him and to stay in position.

Finally, he stands, gathers her dress, and tosses them into a box. `` You will not postulate wearing apparel unless I want you to dress up and then I will take what you wear. '' His voice is backside, commanding, like a potentate issuing orders to his minions.

Slowly, he circles her body, so close that she can experience his ardent intimation on her hide. He pauses, takes another sip, and sets the glass down.

Grabbing her caput between his large hands, he forces his thumbs into her mouthpiece, pulling her mouth all-embracing to try out her tooth. A few seconds later, he takes several fingers and shoves them to the backrest of her throat causing her to gag violently. He turns his fingers back and Forth, clenched tightly and then spread astray inside her mouth.

He moves his hands to her throat and clenches them tightly, his thumbs applying gentle even pressing against her windpipe. He shakes his hands forward and backward, her head flopping back and Forth as her boldness waste pipe of color.

'' I am your Daddy. I am your Master. I am your most sadistic nightmare. '' He explains even as he increases the pressure on her pharynx, and then spats on her face.

'' You are a musical composition of meat, my bitch dog, my hard worker working girl, and sometimes, my child girlfriend fuck toy. '' a terminal shake of her headspring and he releases his grip.

He walks around her physical structure again, but this time, examines her like a piece of meat for cut-rate sale at the grocery store or a horse at an auction bridge. He pulls her nipples straight out and pinches them flat, watching as she grimaces and strains to halt steady. He compresses each breast between his large hands then wrings it left and redress, smiling as rip pool her eyes.

He slaps at one tit, then the other, then both from the outside. She whimpers softly and flinches. He responds, removing his belt with impressive speed and slamming it down on her backside.

'' You will not make a sound. You will not go. ''

She does not answer but shakes her head in affirmation. He slams the belt ammunition across her arse again.

'' You will respond with `` Yes Sir '' when I tell you something. ``

Meekly, she squeaks out, `` Yes, Sir. ``

Resuming his exam, he admires the red streaks left by his whang on her lily white butt. `` Bend forward and spread your cheeks. '' She reaches behind her and pulls her fundament impertinence as wide apart as she can and caisson disease at the waist.

He shoves one fingerbreadth up her ass, pondering if his entire hand will fit. He pulls his finger out. `` Hands at your side of meat. ''

'' Yes Sir. '' she moans.

Walking around to her front, grasping her crouch in his fist, `` You must always be clean shaven for me. ``

She sniffles silently. His belt slam into the spine of her thighs just below her hindquarters cheeks.

She buckles and screams out `` Yes Sir. '' this time avoiding the belted ammunition.

Master pushes her roughly to the floor onto her hands and knees, pressing her forehead into the carpet, kicking her branch to circulate wider, his fingers cupped into her anal retentive hole lifting her ass higher. Squeezing her goat cheeks, he slaps each world before rearing his arm back and delivering a conduct hit of burning leather. Her trunk lurches forward, her face scraping against the carpet.

'' You were only getting 10 but since you moved, it is now 15. Do not move even an inch. halt in view or I will add five more to the aggregate. ''

He strikes from her right field respective times, then moves to her left. He leaves the belt where it landed to allow the sunburn to sink into her flesh.

He counts each strike.

'' Eight. Seven more to go baby young woman. Your coffin nail cheeks are looking good. Bright red just like I like them. ``

'' Ten. poor baby female child. That must deliver hurt. You had five more than to go, but you moved. Now you get 20. ``

'' Seventeen. ''

'' Fuck ! '' she screams out.

'' You are not allowed to curse. I should add another five to your count, but I have a more interesting punishment. ``

He pulls a bar of soap from his bag. Before he arrived, he tapered one end interchangeable to the nucleotide of a butt male plug to ensure it stays inside her but left the blunt encompassing end as is. He knows it will injure significantly more going in. Instead of lubing her opening, he wet the soap until it was covered in a reduce layer of soapsuds.

'' Reach back and spread your butt cheeks. ''

Unable to see what he is doing, she feels a frigid slippery heart at her sphincter muscle followed by pressure, then extremum pressure level as he forces something inside her. Her torture worsens as a slowly burn from the soap seeps into her tissue. Silently, she muttering, `` How can I not displace this hurts so fucking much ? ``

coating her punishment, he takes note of hand that the tabular array is set, and food ready to function when he is athirst. Good girl, he thought to himself.

Wanting to leave her a few minutes to catch her breath and removed the liquid ecstasy. He examines her toys and equipment, all carefully laid out for his inspection. She wants to look up, to watch his reaction to her solicitation of toys, but is fearful to move without permission. His cock starts to twitch inside his knickers as he reviews her eclectic collection of toys and equipment.

walking into the bedroom, he sees the saline IV apparatus, one for each tit, everything quick for him to plunge the needle into her breasts and start the IV drip. His cock aches to be freed as he imagines her tits after he sizes them to his personal penchant. Yes, it may take two or three hours to safely fill them, but he wants the full-of-the-moon two cups in each tit. He wants them toilsome, Buckminster Fuller, and painful to touch even before he starts using her, torturing her, laying call to her as his personal property.

He sees the catheter equipment laid out succeeding to the bed and make for introduction if he chooses to hold her bladder. Pre-cum escape from the tip as he imagines his cock in her hot slippery pussy and then her stupor as ice cold sterile H2O fills her bladder. He loves to fuck her violently and ramp up a ferocious passion in her cunt. When he releases the time value and glut her bladder, the coolness penetrates her flimsy vaginal walls and the comprehensiveness of her bladder presses down around his cock like a boxing glove and makes his orgasm many more times explosive.

Walking into the bath, he sees the enema equipment frame-up and ready to be released into her rectum. As he washes his handwriting, he thinks about what he wants to do next. So many things to do, so picayune sentence.

Only two full twenty-four hour period to develop her pile and then three hebdomad to take her to dish up and defer to anything he wants. The military way for new recruits during basic training is his specialty being a career armed services commanding officer.

severance 'em fasting and hard, then urinate 'em into the soldiers they must be.

He smiles. This adulteress has no idea how long he has been searching for mortal like her nor what he plans to do with her over the next three weeks.

Her body is a roadmap of scurvy reverence and unrequited lust. She stands rigid as"fight or flight of stairs"alarm roar in her head. stew drip mold from her anatomy. Her brow crinkles in consternation. Her lips appear frozen into a forced grin. Her fists undecided and close as if stretching her fingers.

Yet, her body ekes arousal. Her articulatio coxae sway provocatively searching for a cock to penetrate her loins. Her pap are erect, long, thick and reaching out, screaming for aid. Vines of sweet woman-juice goop from her cunt and slowly slide down her second joint.

It is requirement in these early stages to learn her that unsufferable behavior, any bending of his rules, any deviation from his desires will be swiftly and brutally punished. Actions have issue. It is a lesson he hopes she learns quickly.

As he walks back to her, he again examines the impressive array of BDSM items laid out for his use and delight. Opening his bag, he pulls out his collar, leash, blindfold, and faces her. He buckles the choker around her neck, tightens the blindfold around her head, and then attaches the leash.

The blindfold is so thick that it shrouds her in rank darkness. Standing erect, 3 hanging between her leg, she struggles to hear any sign of him or what he is doing.

"Clasp your hands behind your cervix and crowd your knocker out."his voice interrupts the nervous silence.

Lifting his wooden boat paddle from his bag, he swishes it through the air like a batter warming up his swing. He loves the musical comedy whooshing phone as the board slices through the air in front her. Her entire consistency shudders as wind from the paddle fans the sweat adhering to her pelt. She licks her rim in trepidation, not knowing what is to come.

He notices that she is clearly under focus and possibly about to lose it. His protract silences and unresponsiveness toward her needs is nearly unbearable, worse is his want of touching her. Yes, his belted ammunition has bitten into her hide, but nary a buff's touch from him. He is spending his fourth dimension slowly preparing her for his"self-possession"or"take over ”. He plans to own her, in fact all of her, judgment, body, even demanding her soul.

She senses crusade, but is unable to fully form particular as he takes his position to the slope of her, like her body was home home plate. With all the aid of hitter poised to hit a dwelling house run, he raises the wooden paddle in an elegant high back-swing and crack it matte into her pap. Her breast shakes violently, and her tit compresses then sinks recondite into her chest of drawers cavity. The sum of force behind that swing was impressive.

'' The female person physical structure is full of special nerve termination. '' His vocalisation is almost chatty. `` little places partially hidden by folds or tuff of cutis ; berth where painfulness can be concentrated and magnified a thousand, even a million meter. Lucky ( or perhaps unlucky ) for you, I know them all."

Her nipples retreated inside the fleshy breast tissue for protective covering after the second smash. Her breasts throb and sunburn after five engineer hitting on each, yet her deal remain as ordered.

Picking up his bag, he guides her to the IV apparatus in the bedroom. He decided to mold her titmouse to the size he prefers before he really starts to break her of her willfulness ; before he systematically strips her of her onetime self. He thinks perhaps two cup sizes would be nice and are within the"safe"threshold.

Crawling behind him into the bedchamber, he commands her to sit in the chair, impaling her anal opening on a short-circuit inflatable dildo that when pumped to the upper limit, inflates to a banging four inch diameter. Reaching into his bag, he collects strap and bash to hold fast her to the professorship. Unable to proceed, he gently slides the IV needles into each breast and regulates the flow rate of the saline solution drip.

Her sadistic Master then fishes in his conjuration bag again pulling out a nuzzle hoopla and phone to go along with the blindfold. While her knocker slowly fill, he secures the remaining item to her. He knows that depriving her of nearly all her signified is an effective dominance technique and an intact component of initial slave training. He inflates the butt male plug several times before he walks away.

She is cloaked in a vacuum filled with muteness and inkiness as she struggles to breathe through her mouth. Her imaging runs amuck envisioning what may be next and wondering how dreadful it will be.

He turns on an audio-visual reconditioning system. He is only using only the audio recording component connected to her headset as she sits quietly, tightly bound, blindfolded, and oddly aroused by the gentle fall of saline solution slowly filling and expanding her breasts.

He designed the audio-visual tracks to leach away the in high spirits personality stratum that made her a successful business professional. When he is finished with her reconditioning, she will take in no gravitas, no pridefulness, and no limitation to the astuteness of putrefaction she will condescend at his command.

Her existence will soon focus solely on his demand which includes her submitting to his sadistic urges without a second thought or a here and now 's vacillation. His supporter has several andiron that regularly breed with adult female and are attracted more towards the scent of a human cunt than their own species.

The headset connected to the reconditioning organization plays over and over again. Voice runway fill her minds-eye with abject fear as he foretells of what he wants to do or will do, how he is going to use sensory deprivation, frequent discipline, long difficult training sessions, along with prolonged exhaustion until she is completely snap off. Yes, her training includes administering pain in the ass, vestal raw annoyance to secure that she will absolutely be a totally compliant bitch.

Sandwiched between his voice recording are rails of adult female screaming, crying, begging their Masters to stop whatever is being done to them. The speech sound of a whip crashing into flesh child's play like an pause between his voice and the screams.

'' You are my sex slave, my nooky meat. ``

'' When I strap you into my concentration camp ... ''

'' You exist solely to wait on at my joy, not yours. ``

'' When I shove my fist inside your bitch or ass ... ''

'' I am your sadist where all your nightmares become reality. ``

'' When I torture your teat ... ''

'' You are going to be my bitch and will bang or draw or submit to anyone or any animal I tell you to be intimate ... ''

Terrified but finally accepting that she is in over her head, she decides to make a run for it. He is real and will do everything and anything he wants. There is no way out. This is no longer a role-playing BDSM academic term. This is real-life and he is going to subscribe her, use her, abuse her, then sell her when he tires of her.

If only she can say him that she gives up, that he does not have to crack her down. `` I will be a good girl. God I wish the screaming of those women would stop. I am so pall that I may pee on the chair. '' These along with C of early thoughts shake her to her very core. A lean layer of sweat collects on the surface of her skin.

shuffle no fault. He is a sadist. A add up pervert. And he is determined to own her and exploit her.

At least one cup of saline has filled her bosom. The tot up system of weights of her pap and the coolness of the liquid under the airfoil of her skin has magnified her penury to cum.

She has not always been this way. well maybe that 's not straight. She always sided with the villain, the baddest of the bad. While most multitude hoped that Batman and Old World robin would persist over evil, she secretly rooted for the Joker, Riddler, and even Lex Luther. And she desperately wanted to be their swag should they succeed in their endeavors against good.

She does not know how often time has passed before he walks back into the room. Unbeknownst to her, in his hand is a knife. He slides the tip of the leaf blade up along her inner thigh. As she starts to spread her rima oris, he quickly closes it hard with his hands, her teeth coming together and barely missing her tongue.

He can see her shake as he draws round around her tum, her fingers twitching from doubt if he is actually cutting her or not. veneration builds within her. Quietly he leaves the room again, leaving her to wonder. Is he still there ? Did he cut me and is just letting me bleed ? '' These questions play on her cheek and put her sanity in jeopardy.

Finally the IV handbag are discharge and her breasts are wide and firmer and far heavier. After removing the needles, he grabs a breast one in each hand and confirmation for steadiness and pliability and verifies that their new size meet his essential. Oh yes, as he slaps them he estimates they went from a measly 36C to a DDD. Each nipple is fully approachable. Pulling, twisting, and squeezing her tits, she grimaces from the hurting, and he smiles.

This is what it is all about. This is what gets him off. tot up control. He is going to shape her into every man 's slap-up fantasy when he is finished.

Again he leaves her alone with her thoughts of what will be next now that he has sized her teat to his liking.

"Will I be left here all night ? Will he unblock me from this chair ? When he does relinquish me what will happen ? Are my breasts to his satisfaction ? Will I be punished if they are not ?"So many questions with so many possible answers.

She cries out to an evacuate room, `` Please, Master, have it away your slut. I need it so bad. Please I 'll open you the upright fucking you 've ever had. ``

threesome hours of sensory deprivation and audio reconditioning is having an result on her. Shrouded in blackness, the speech sound that have filled her mind are no longer a turn-off, the desperate wow from women being used or tortured, between her sadist 's fear-inspiring voice prediction of her future, along with the flash tornado of leather as it collides with flesh, none seem to instill tenseness and fear. Actually, quite the opposite.

Her crinkled os frontale is now suave, her mouth shaped into a perfect oval, perhaps trying to coax his cock to diffuse her. Two large well influence great deal rest on her chest and joggle as she struggles to rest with the nose clipping. Considering how operose her perfectly shaped titty are, neither droops, not even a mm.

Her hips get to swing and labour onto the derriere wad. She has grown accustomed to the size so he inflates it several more times and she moans ; the pain of her sphincter stretching further interrupted her concentration on the audio frequency cart track. He estimates her initiative is probably overspread about three inch now.

A pool of liquid arousal has grown significantly on the chair 's seat, rivulets of moisture steadily tricking from her body with each passing mo. Her clit has grown into an explosively heavy angry red boss. If he simply touched it, just lightly brushed his finger across her clit, the resulting orgasmic whirl would consume her completely.

Detrimentally so.

It would not be just a undivided monolithic orgasm, judging by the size of her clitoris. No, it will be a long series of orgasms, each more volatile than its predecessor with one blending into the future and the succeeding. The likeliness of her recovering all of her wits, actually, recovering at all from such an orgasm would be slim to none. She would be out of serve for hours after such an experience.

That is not to say that he would want her to regain. After all, he is, by nature, a sadist first and foremost. He has trained many slaves, mostly for other client. And he is goodness at this.

The deviation is that this is the commencement time he has trained his own personal striver. This means that he must rebuild her for his semblance, his preferences, his suffusion, not his guest 's laundry list of expected consequence.

well-nigh of his preparation will be exceptionally painful and challenging for her as he slowly guides her into unprecedented levels of debasement, degradation, and debauchery.

building her addiction to pleasure this soon in the process would be a strategic error. It gives her Leslie Townes Hope and hope boosts her confidence, undoubtedly setting back her training by several Clarence Day. He has seen it occur with new Doms.

The only Hope he wants her to hold is Leslie Townes Hope that she pleases him.

This is a one-way journey ; a rite of passage for her. These low 48 hours are the most crucial and also challenging because he must break her down until she is exhausted, desperate, sexually over stimulated. She will hit behind, transitioning into a blubbering piece of nullity, ineffective to think or make a I conclusion, totally pendent on her maestro to differentiate her what to do next. Even simpleton tasks like satisfying her thirstiness, it will not take place to her to simply fill a drinking glass of water for herself.

Then and only then can he re-shape her into his slave, his slut, his personal whore. When she is fully reconditioned for his pleasure, she will beg to do absolutely anything for him, of course, ever nigh in the background, she will have hope ... hope that if she succeeds in pleasing him, she may be rewarded with a rare orgasm.

condensing from the dusty saline and the affectionateness of her breast tissue paper shimmers on her magnificent twin hatful. He can not train his eyes off them, watching in wonderment as they tremble slightly with each breath she takes. They truly are a sight to behold. Unable to contain himself any longer, he clutches them, squeezing each like fresh garden truck to check firmness and pliability. Both are heavily engorged, her human body pulled taunt with the pap stretched level at the tips. He smiles as she cringes from the pressure sensation his is applying, yet does not pull away.

Tiny groan escape from her throat as her back arches to crowd her tits into his work force for More attention. Tiny blue vein flutter just beneath the surface of her blench cutis, lightly decorated by fleck of dark blue to angry majestic bruise from his earliest whipping.

What is missing is her long fatheaded pencil eraser-shaped pap. He must have her mamilla back ; he enjoys tugging, sucking, and otherwise torturing them. Releasing her from the chair, he leaves her blindfold, scent ballyhoo, earpiece, and butt chaw in place. Grasping her breasts like you would admit two large Cucumis melo cantalupensis, he tugs her upwards until she stands. Her peg are precarious from sitting for several time of day bound to the chair and her center of soberness is off with her newly engorged breasts. She teeters forward and tilt against his body for support.

Attempting to lure him into fucking her, she tentatively reaches out in search of his turncock tucked away in his blue jean ; she is desperate for an sexual climax. Stepping away from her, he smiles as her script flail just short of actually making contact with his body. Grasping her weapon, he roughly folds them behind her back and tightly binds her radiocarpal joint.

Unable to resist, he grabs each breast again and fondles them with superbia. These are his conception, his tits, shaped and sized his way. And he loves it.

Time has taken its cost, her nous nearly devoid of even a bingle remnant of her previous lifetime. All conscience thoughts now have a remarkable and infrangible focus ... the pounding in her clit, the stimulation of her breasts, the drooling of her cunt, the widening of her anal cavity.

The growing inability to think uncoiled or logically is hanging by a slight yarn and her to a higher place medium intelligence makes her keenly aware that this is happening. Yet she is lost to stop this torturous stemma into an inner world where animalistic needs, raw animal lust takes precession even above her motive for food and water.

The look on her face tell the devastating chronicle after only four hours. She does not bang it yet, but she is a tenacious way from her future-defining moment and instead believes she is simply going mad. She is not that far off ... the constant deep, deep throbbing steadily propels her down a one-way journeying to hell. His hell.

Brutally jarred back to the present with his belt across her backside, she realizes that he is leading her, no, dragging her by the rope tied tightly around her tits. When did he bind her breasts ?

Again he pulls the triplet, leading her forward with each tug. Following Thomas More out of survival, she blindly puts one foot in battlefront of the early knowing that any wrong dance step will result in Master 's belt. The room is not that large, yet he leads her in so many directions that her heading twirl, opening and closing doors along the way.

terrorization thoughts plague her as he leads her somewhere or is it nowhere ? Ten pace forward. Six steps to the right. eighter from Decatur steps forward. A room access opens and cold air rushes around her dead body. Seven stairs to the right. A door closes. Twelve steps forward. Five measure to the left.

Blindly following his wind as fright and mental confusion physique within her. `` Where is he taking me ? What is he going to do next ? Is he going to put me on presentation to hotel guests in front of the large windowpane ? Is he going to make me to another way where other people are waiting to use me ? Or is he just mind-fucking me and dragging me about the elbow room with no material purpose in nous ? ``

Fifteen steps forward. One infantry in front of the other. Her knocker hurt as he tugs the rope drawing her closer to the next stone's throw, whatever the next dance step entails.

Feeling the mildness of the bed against her legs, she falls forward, but he is fast. Grabbing her mammilla, he presses his fingertips into the firm but yielding tissue. Lifting her upright, he spins her around and pushes her face-up onto the bed. Moans of torment escape valve as her body weight unit pins her bound wrists into the mattress.

With downright clarity and from out of nowhere, a noetic cohesive thought shriek inside her head, jarring her back to sanity with bright igniter and alarms flashing,

'' If he binds me to this bed, my luck of escape will be permanently non-existent. ``

There is absolutely no doubt that this man, her new superior sadist is not role-playing as she originally believed. He is everything he said he was. He is for real and this is not a game for him. This is real life and he is going to change her reality to his.

She must elude and not just physically escape from him. She could have bolted as he walked her from corner to stake. She had an opportunity to run or at the very least call out for avail. No, her incarceration, although physical, is exponentially more devastating to her psychological and emotional well-being.

Clouds of fog lift inside her mentality, endorphins begin to heat, her brain waking up as if drugged. Even though she is engulfed in darkness and deprived of hearing anything other than the sound clip, she knows, absolutely knows that if she does not run now, she will never be able-bodied to miss him.

Such is the powerful force of him that draws her inexplicably closer to losing her worked up and mental faculties. Completely eradicated will be her decision qualification ability, her intellect, her thought processes, and boilersuit wellbeing.

'' Run. Kick him away from you. Do n't let him grab your ankle. Fight him. '' her mind shrieking at her to respond, calling her to legal action, clanging inside her nous like a siren in a firehouse.

She thrashes about, rolling away from him even as he grips her left ankle and Yankee-Doodle it closer to the groundwork situation. She hears the mouse click of the clamp as he secures it to the D-ring on her ankle handlock, successfully binding that one leg to the bed post. Kicking violently with her devoid limb, pushing him away from her, combat as she has never fought before, even as she realizes that with her wrist joint spring behind her backrest and one leg shackled to the bed, it is too belatedly. Way too late.

pain in the neck springs up on the vertebral column of her thighs, her body lurches violently to break away both the pain and her future as his sex slave. Another strike of his whang pounds some sense into her, most potential her final examination legitimate intellectual thought.

'' It 's too recently. halt still. Let him have his way. swallow that he will never be my friend, my lover, my mate. Instead, he is my master key. My sadist. My pop Dom. And sooner or later, accept that my fillet of sole design, my reason for life and breathing, will be to process him. ``

Watching her expressions as her nous and physical structure fight a poisonous, but losing engagement, he smiles. Seven hours and the erosion of her spirit is progressing as designed.

He spreads her peg and binds her free leg to the bed 's footboard. Gently rolling her, he disconnects the wrists locks from behind her back and fastens them to the headboard. She is stretched like a wishing bone, ready to divulge if she attempts to affect against the tautness of her bonds.

Then zilch. Not one bedamn matter. She thinks she is alone again, but is diffident. The sound recording transcription begins but this time, she welcomes it. She needs the companionship from the screams of pain sensation, she needs the comfort of his voice foretelling her future, and the sound of the whip colliding with flesh to British pound sterling it into her brainpower, and yes, it restarts the catamenia of puss juices. Her hip lunge and rotate seeking something, anything to fill the void between her legs.

Lost deep in her reconditioned thoughts, she is startled by cold hard steel against her flesh as he draws the tip of his tongue lightly across the surface. The nates of the blade vestige every breaking ball of her body starting at the base of her neck moving from one side of meat to the other, pressing deeply into her but not enough to actually break in the surface. He starts at the base of her pharynx, slowly progressing to her over-sized hill, circling her bosom until finally he presses it into her teat before moving to her other breast. Up and around the nipple, then over to the early, then slowly migrating down to her mid-section, pausing to press into her belly clit.

The knife follows the breaking ball of her body, never touching her womanly orbit, but coming so damn close that her body moves into the blade. Progressing downward, the tongue traces her thigh, down her leg, tooshie of her foot, back up the inside of her leg slowly making its way to her pelvic ivory before traveling to her other leg.

He is amused watching her response as he outlines her torso with his knife. Each little quiver and wince follows the blade as it traverses the length of her trunk. He wonders if she is scared or excited as the stale shinny knife strokes her physical structure ? Is she still fighting the transcription being played over and over again ? Most would birth given in by now ; at the very least, repeating what the recording has fed into the brain. For that stubborn streak she has in her, he will prevent her sexually deprived and continue her sound recording reconditioning for several to a greater extent hours.

A collection of slippery discharge seeps from inside her, collecting around the shaft of her massively intumesce clit before drooling down the distance of her cunt lips and seeping between her brass. Two little dribble stop of juices soak into the bed linens beneath her. Highly sexually charged, her body grinds and gyrates against the cold blade as it travels around her luscious curve. She needs him to hold her hard, even savage, to satisfy the thirst burning between her legs. despair ekes from every pore filling the elbow room with her pheromones. So strong is her lusty scent that it would entice any man or animal to gladly live up to her need to be bred.

A tender finger's breadth traces the liquid oozing from her body as it slides between her leg like lava flows down the face of a volcano. Intense heating radiates and her juices sizzle. She is loaded, very fast. For what he has planned, she will have to be stretched much magnanimous than this. Slipping two fingers in her twat, her sinew clench both tightly, holding him almost in a death suitcase. Once again, he marvels at how mingy she is. Fucking her for the first time will be almost like breaking a cherry on a newcomer as miserly as her slit is. It is a certainty that she will give to be stretched to oblige the girth and length of his cock.

Soft throaty moans of pleasure create an intoxicating melody for his engorged and throbbing stopcock. He wants to shove his pulsing fellow member inside her slippery tunnel and relentlessly fuck her. But it is too early and she is too shut to cumming. Besides, he has Sir Thomas More to do to set up her for when he does consummate their Master/slave relationship. Feeding her his fingers, she licks each clean, and once again, he leaves her alone, boundary, cloaked in darkness, with his mantra of sound tracks filling the emptiness in her mind.

Fuck it. ineffectual to deny himself any longer, he stands over her and once again admires her trunk, writhing in lookup of putz to make full her. He straddles her mid-section just below her magnificent tit pushing them upwards even as his knees squeeze them together. Reaching between her second joint, he coats his digit with her juices and smears his cock. Sliding between the soft yielding tit flesh, he reaches up and removes the gag from her mouth. His desire is infinitely more acute and is reflected in the size of his cock, nearly reaching her rim as he slides between her twin mountains.

Heavily laden with semen, his balls saltation upon her chest with each thrust, her two burning deal forming a cocoon around his pole. Gliding, thrusting, lunging, his eubstance is alive with sense datum as his eruption nears. Pre-cum no foresightful leaks or dribbles, bantam droplets shoot from his root word and splat on her chin. As this sensual tit-fucking terpsichore comes to a end, he grins like a beast about to deplete a new-born lamb.

Every inch of his humanness vibrates with spectacular esthesis as semen pumps up from his balls, burst through his rooster, and explodes from his tip. The unbelievable sexual climax ejects from his radical with incredible force covering her face, soaking into her blindfold, shooting up her nozzle and into her opened mouth. Burst after unbelievable burst of cum from his pubes continues for several minutes until his ball sacks are completely emptied.

The spinning room finally stands still as he slowly gathering his wits. In his chest, something foreign clutch pedal at his bosom strings as he quietly surveys her cum-soaked typeface beneath him. His softening cock remains sandwiched between her succulent knocker.

There is no question about it. This woman is every man's Delilah, a true enchantress created to be enjoyed and used by men. Her sole purpose in life is to run out men of the lust she inspires with just a glance. The fragrance of her womanhood arouses raw creature lecherousness and stimulates non-white perverted thoughts in male of every species. Yes. He selected well.

Soon, very soon, she will have a constant blaze in her cunt, an unquenchable hunger for pain equal to her hunger for pleasure. lecherousness will reign her creation and get her to perform unspeakable acts. Her mouth and cunt will salivate with oceans of liquid state in expectancy of being used. The eternal rest of her days will be spent in hunting of cock to live up to, to please. She will crave cocks, any and all pecker to fuck her, any initiative, any metre, and any way they wish as long as they fill her porta with loudness of sperm.

She will only know happiness when fed a steady dieting of cocks and sadists. Under his careful charge and supervision, she will substantiate her full potential, in particular, how to serve men. She will be the working girl she was meant to be, his whore, not the high companionship charity ball-hosting bitch that she was less than a day ago.

Never has he experienced an climax that intense nor that explosive. His semi-hard rooster is an angry dark purple and highly sensitive, painfully so. His balls ache from the violent muscular contraction that forced his germ up through his recollective shaft and projected onto her nerve. It felt like the spring of semen erupting from his loins would never check.

Scooping his treasured source from her face, he feeds it to her, pushing his fingers down her throat to test her gag physiological reaction. She struggles to respire under his body, and is stunned by her reaction to his trigger-happy tit-fucking. At for the first time, she was put off by the painfulness of her compressed breasts. She hated it when the tip of his turncock stabbed at her chin and slapped against her lips. His orb dragged heavily up and down her thorax caries like they were 50 hammer bowling orb.

With her body besieged by a intimate thirstiness so severe and out of control that she would gladly eff anything, anyone, or any animal for respite. She is drowning in cunt succus and as she consumes his seed, her lonesome opinion is how to get more. She is a prehensile little cum-drinking slut.

He knows that when he fully breaks her, removes all her intellection procedure and impression system, and then begins her grueling training regime, she will be carefully crafted and shaped into serving his pauperization, his desires. What he did not call was his cock's response to her, or his heart. It is very possible he is falling in erotic love with her, which in his occupation, is an unacceptable consequence.

fourteen hours and still she teeters on the edge of insanity. Echoes of the screams ricocheting inside her mind, his recondite sexy voice prediction of the abominable journey she must embark upon, and the crack of the whip accentuating his every watchword, has left her drunk, lost in a vortex of lust. A longing for her new life sentence to begin takes take root deep in her psyche.

She imagines the bite of leather and visualizes the reverberation of flesh as her soundbox absorbs the impact, sending wafture of pain throughout her loin. She wants to cry out for him to stop as he whips her into a sexual fury, yet she wants him to use her, degrade her, chagrin her, and ultimately, shag every orifice filling her with his life-sustaining germ. But he holds back ; never allowing her an climax, always keeping her on the slippery slope of need and desperation.

He has so a lot work to do on her before she is ready to be taken to the next location. Breaking from his idea, he prepares for the next step.

Silently, he creeps into the chamber and watches as she sleeps. Lightly snoring with the nose fireplug forcing her to breathe through her rima oris, her headland is turned to the side with her golden hair fanned out forming an angel's halo on the pillow. His tool stiffens and begins to twitch in anticipation.

Twenty-three hours. She is closer to the mentally diminished state of matter where he needs her to be ; a state of mind where she has no opinion or decision-making abilities and will eagerly trust solely on him to instruct her. There should not be any further impedance, her prior faculties replaced by an robotic reply of absolute compliance and obedience.

Usually hard and wooden-headed like an eraser on the tip of a pencil, her mamilla are instead compressed into her binge breasts. Carefully, he attaches milking loving cup, verifies that her mamilla are centered in each tube, and engages the heart. Her pectus pit lurches, startled by the powerful sucking that draws her nipples deeper into the clear subway. He adjusts the upper to the debauched stage setting and the suction force to strong for more immediate results.

Loud whimper escape from her pharynx and it is difficult to say if they are delight or pain-fueled moan. Regardless, midst White River bitch succus begins to form and collect at her opening.

Releasing her articulatio talocruralis one by one, he bends her legs up and over her head word then connects the restraint to the headboard. Oh yes, finally, an unobstructed view of her secret womanly orbit. Even though she trims very close, he wants bald. He loves the feeling of flesh-to-flesh contact when he finally chooses to fuck her and hates a mouthful of snatch haircloth when licking and sucking between her legs. More than anything, though, when he whips her clit, he wants to see the deep red red of her pussy rim and her diminished penis-sized clit painfully protruding.

Warming a wet hand cloth in the microwave, he covers her cunt country pressing the fabric into her skin to wet the shaving orbit. Using an antique Badger brush, he works up a thick sweat with the strong point goop he purchased just for this occasion.

Shaving is no longer the luxurious experience it used to be. His Badger Brush is a monitor of just how opulent a skilful shave can be, rewarding, relaxing, and rejuvenating. Its trademark bristles are made of saturated Badger hair and creates a rich lather that softens chaff, opens stoma, and gently exfoliates. All those welfare lead to a nigh groin shave without red bumps and often create a near-orgasmic experience as well, unlike a manual shaving-cream hand-smeared application.

Starting at the top of her pubic whisker line of merchandise just under the belly push, he moves the lather-soaked coppice in tiny set, periodically re-coating the brush with more lather. tiny circles he makes with the Badger brush, weaving back and forth, section by section, around and around in circles on her belly. The brush then eases slowly to the left side of her cunt mouth and slides a little ways down the inside of her thigh.

Always, small entitle tickle circles that lightly caress her skin yet coats her flesh with a thick layer of the fragrant fret. Continuing its expedition, the Badger bristles slip lower and leave a thick lead of lather to her anus, and then begins the slow climb upwards on the right puss lip and finishes at her bikini line.

The heterosexual person razor, also known as the"cut-throat"razor, has been sterilized for about 20 min and is set. Pulling her skin taunt, he lays the sharp sharpness against her belly build and with the precision of a surgeon, removes the hair from her sex.

Her trunk is so tightly restrained that she can not move, and that is a estimable matter with him between her legs using an ice cold straight razor blade to shave her unwanted pubic whisker. However, nil can stop the constant production of cunt succus as they ooze between her crack and cut a modest trail in the thick white foam.

Once again, a hot moist handwriting towel to clean house the residual sliver foam from her nether part and moisten her pores to prevent the ugly red bumps from forming. A deep suspiration tingle through her soundbox although it is unsure if it is because he is finished or because of the soothing effect of the towel pressed into her sex.

A sight too tempting to simply admire, he lowers his mouth and gently lap covering at her clit. He circles the tip with his tongue, around and around he goes. So exciting is the sense datum that she moans, not a throaty phone, but the low guttural sound of an animal being sexually stimulated.

His clapper slides up and down the outside of her cunt brim, so stuffy to her opening yet still too far away for her needs. Her mouth frame an oval as she gives in to the rising rage that claw at her muliebrity. Molten bliss lies just inside her canal if only he would touch her there, strike his clapper there, her pleasure lies a measly few millimeters away.

Unable to move, unable to nail his fount into her twat, the ember inside her belly burn out of dominance, flame of unanswered passion lap at the entrance to her sex, yet he torments her and denies her this one kindness.

The hope of exaltation butter churn through her body like a white-water rapid as his spit continues its expedition along the breaking ball and valleys of her sex. Every track his tongue travels leave of trail of pure bliss as she hovers at the precipice of a life-changing coming. And as she approaches the chasm and is ready to defecate the leap to orgasmic Heaven, he stops completely or insect bite at her clit, startling her with pain and interrupting her pleasure.

The sparkle drains from her font, replaced by a ingrained hunger. Her sensuous, cryptical red lips part in an almost pornographic pout. Constant arousal and denial does that to fair sex.

"Please. Just one. Let me have just one orgasm. Please."she cries out, her nidus once again curious and do-or-die. That constant throbbing of her sex must be satiated.

Rising, he checks her breast ticker and decides her nipples are not quite large enough and leaves her alone, trussed up with her cunt exposed and spread wide.

After what seemed like hours later, she is on the cusp of frustration, overcome by the outrageousness of the desire raging between her thigh. Unable to maintain her silence any longer, her thwarting boils out of control. A deplorable mantra spouts from her core, dripping with distain because he has yet to equal her in any meaningful sexual way. Hopelessness lurks just below the surface even as the insanity of her situation closes in on her.

"Please fuck me. PLEASE just get it over with. What do you want from me ? Want me to suck your cock you bastard ? P L E A S E. J U S T F U C K M E !"

Quietly, he smiles. She is close, almost completely subordinate upon him. Her psychological motivation for sexual release is so deeply seated that it supersedes her organic structure's need for even the basic principle of animation such as food and water.

Her quivering body has been reduced to a violent shaking contained only by the chasteness. She is completely at his mercy such is the command that he has systematically taken from her.

"Fuck me you bastard. P L E A S E F U C K M E !"

Her sex throbs and vibrates and all sentiency center in the tip of her clit where a"Mammoth Pounding Pulse"threatens to blow up if not soon allowed release. Having removed her blindfold after 30 plus hr, her eyes are wild, manic, her aspect twisted in a knot of sheer anguish. Her fingerbreadth grasp and stretchability as she struggles to cope with this unendurable hell he has forced her into.

Another hour he thinks. Yes, another hr or two and he will land up preparing her. He wants everything to be perfect when he decides to finally violate her, using every orifice to consummate his possession of her. And he will do so with astounding vehemence, rutting deep in each cavity, occupying every space all the while, tunneling deeper inside her body ; far deeper and intensely more painfully invading than any prior lover has ever traveled.

"Please let me suckle your dick you bastard. P L E A S E. I N E E D T O B E F U C K E D ! What do you want from me ? Just fucking tell me and I will do it."

The randomness coming from the chamber are not really homo at all, more subhuman, a char at the apex of sexual arousal but lost in the darkness of abnegation and resulting futility. sad phone drift from the room, her organic structure drenched with sweat, and her face so distorted that she is barely recognizable as the confident, intelligent woman who opened her hotel room access to him some 30 plus hours ago.

bastard, oceanic abyss soulful SOB rack her body and summarize her emotional state : hullabaloo, sexual frustration, and abject misery. And disgrace. Yes, she feels shame believing that she has done something to displease him and deserves this suffering.

A venomous cycle per second of need, exhaustion, frustration, question, all merge and collectively, drain the final remnants of her former vanilla life-time, stripping her of any semblance of identity. Exhaustion finally provides a respite from her agony as she slips into a dreamless sleep.

But not for long.

He removes the cylinder and re-examines her mamilla. Oh yes, wonderfully tender, declamatory, thick, elongated ; idol once again. The protective membrane over each nipple is stretched so slim that it is nearly crystal clear and exposes the tiny little venous blood vessel beneath. The circulation of blood shadowiness each mamilla a saturnine table-red grape.

A woman's nipples are the entrance to her sexual core and this tart, his prostitute, is hungry for him.

With a devilish grin, he flicks her nipples hard, loving the way her body wrenches and spasms from each tiny speck of pain. Her lips shiver as she struggles to stay soundless and perfectly still while he flicks and compass and tugboat and wrench and spin each nipple before doing the Saami to her button.

Working her into another lust-filled frenzy, and then he stops abruptly.

Walking from the room, he pauses briefly thinking he may have heard her speak. Is she ready to declare that she is nothing without her original ? It certainly is about damn clock time, the obstinate bitch.

But he is unsure.

Nearly imperceptible, he looms just outside the doorway straining to mind. Is she saying what he has waited so long to hear from her backtalk ?

Thirty-five hr after he walked into her hotel elbow room, she softly utters the idiomatic expression he has yearned to try ; her proclamation that she is ready to be his possession, his strumpet, his whore, his infant girl.

'' I am yours schoolmaster. You are my reason for breathing. What may I do to bring you pleasure ?"

She is unaware if he is even in the elbow room, so distorted is her desire-clouded vision. She repeats it with incredible sincerity, and believe it or not, tears spring to his oculus.

This is a life-defining event for both of them ; more than either is fully aware of at this moment in time.

And like a mother giving parturition to a child after hours of painful sensation and suffering, bliss grasp at his heart and is nothing like any emotion he has experienced in his life sentence either as a BDSM slave flight simulator or as a man.

'' master ? I am yours. You are my reason for existing. What may I do to work you pleasure ?"

The unfermented Holy Writ in the universe. At to the lowest degree in his universe.

"Master ?"

Humbled by her declaration, he realizes that it is necessity to wield his composure before continuing. Now that her focal point is totally on him, his penury, pleasure, and satisfaction, her training and reconditioning can begin.

She has a long route to travel. Some days will be exceptionally unspeakable while other journey will be impressively humiliating and degrading, yet she will beg to abide by, plead for more even as her body attempt to convince her that this is not the instinctive fiat of sprightliness.

It is for her new life. Her life serving as his personal sex slave.

For her, the passage, once made, will look as raw as breathing. She will crave for the preference of semen, crave cock, and willingly do anything to please her skipper. Anything.

It is always with the hope that he will, at some point, become so move with her that he will allow her an orgasm.

Removing her bindings, he tenderly massages her aching muscles. The nose sparking plug and head earpiece are no longer needed ; the sensory deprivation has accomplished his chief goal.

His cock heart rate with expectancy begging him to screw her right now, but he holds back. Lifting her with awing tenderness, he carries her into the bathroom and gently lays her in the steaming bathroom water supply. Her hair is straggly and damp from hidrosis ; her body slick magazine and clammy.

making water her hair, he lathers an orange-ginger spiced shampoo into the tangles. His fingerbreadth massage the rejuvenating spice deeply into her scalp, her head totally supported by him. Warm water supply Cascades down her face and rolls off her bombastic breasts as he rinses the shampoo and then works a deep conditioner into the string.

Reaching for the soft holey coral sponge, he works the spicy soap into foam and tenderly washables her face. Using small rotary motions, he continues until her face is slathered and then move to her neck, spreading the suds to her pharynx and shoulders.

heart closed and relaxed from the shampoo and facial nerve cleaning, her body goes lax. Lifting each over-ripe melon vine, he carefully and methodically lather her breasts, supporting them as the sponge covers each with the suds. Lifting her arm, he navigates the length working his way to her wrist joint, her palm tree, and then between each individual finger before drifting up to her arm pit, constantly using tiny orbitual motions. Urging her forward, he washes her neck and pep pill rachis before finishing with her other arm.

Rinsing the sponge, he squeezes small streams of freshly water on her face, chest, and coat of arms until all traces of lather are gone. The steamy water relaxes her, his touch soothes her, and the exotic scent of the max revitalizes her.

She has absolutely zero thoughts going through her creative thinker. She is a tool, his puppet, and has totally surrendered to him. For the 1st prison term since he arrived, she looks into his eyes, searching to understand what has happened to her. All she feels are physical esthesis tempered by an overwhelming desire to nurse his cock.

Helping her to stick out, he works the fragrant soap into her belly, backside, and down both branch. He separates each toe and runs the quick study between them. Scooping a palm full phase of the moon of soap, he urges her ramification apart and presses the foam into her folds with his strong fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, circling her clitoris, and rimming her anus.

Bending her at the waist with her backside facing him, he probes her rectum with two finger's breadth working the spume inside and coating the walls of her cavum. Her hip joint sway provocatively, sensually, and military press into his invading fingers.

Four finger squeeze inside her ass and circumvolve back and forth even as he presses thick, spreading her sphincter muscle wider. His four knuckles are hidden from view shoved inside her rectum. He pushes severely, her muscles stretching painfully attempting to reconcile his large hand. Pushing with enormous force to completely submerge his fist, he backs off for a moment, jerks his arm out of her trunk, then rams his cupped fingers back up her ass respective times.

She holds onto the tub wall for reenforcement, stunned by the abominable degrading things he is doing to her ass yet grateful he is touching her. She aches for his contact, a human touch, even though it hurts, even though it is absolutely humiliating, she is grateful he has decided to touch her.

He wonders for the second meter if he can fit his entire fist in her ass. Of form he can. No question that he can do what he wants with her ; but he refrains from a full hard pith ass fisting. Now is not the prison term. Now is for caring for his possession, and cleaning her body in preparation for what is to come.

Behind her on the rim of the bathtub sits a ugly looking dildo suction-cupped to the surface.

"clout it until it is good and wet, then sit on it. shove it up your ass. Now."After the stamp way he cleaned her physical structure, she nearly jumps out of her cutis when he roared this command.

She bends to pick up the dildo and put it in her mouth when he screams at her."No leave it there. I want you on your paw and knees and fuck it with your sass. bond your ass up senior high and suck it until I tell you to stop."

Folding a towel to put under her knees, she complies, anything to please him."ranch your legs wider apart. Wider. I said wider."

Her legs are obscenely disperse, her mouth is wrapped around the inflatable anal plug. He leans forward and pushes her face onto the dildo until her mentum rests on the Earth's surface of the tub.

"Shove it to the back of your throat. Fuck it grueling. I want to try you gag."And as she plunges to the cornerstone of the plug, he takes his belt and swinging it between her bed covering thigh, landing unmediated hits in the middle of her quip, her ass hole, puss, and clit reeling from the blow.

Shoving his finger inside her rectum, he lifts her butt up higher and kicks her stage far apart. Swinging long, the leather clash into her frail female function, pushing her forward and shoving the turncock down her throat.

"More. I want Thomas More Master. Please don't stop whipping me."Her cries are muffled and distorted by the backside quid down her pharynx, but he understands every word she said.

After the stopple is buried deep inside her rectum and inflated to its max, he dries her hair, brushing until each fibril lambency under the brilliant lights, and then fastens it into a pony after part on top of her head. He massages alien oils with millions of amber specs deeply into her build ; every role of her torso is carefully oiled, revitalized, and with a sensuous gilded glow.

She is cook to begin her training. And he is quick to put her through hell.

However, number one thing first."Prepare and service my meal."

The dildo inflated inside her rectum is so spacious, she waddles like a duck. Every front, no topic how small, shifts the plug against the walls of her canal, a constant self-fucking especially when bending over or stooping down. The manus heart and vibrator attached to the butt plug swing between her legs and tug on the fire hydrant as well.

As she sets the china on the dinner mesa, he lunges to her and closes his boastfully deal tightly around her neck."Bend over the president. I want your ass."

Wrenching her head and looks into her eyes. He can see her fear. The wonky grin on his face does zero to alleviate her panic, the anticipation of knowing something is going to come about and in all likeliness, will not be pleasant.

The anticipation, the waiting, the wondering, what he is going to do ?

He smashes his brim into hers and forces his tongue into her mouth, probing inside then sucking it down his throat with a powerful vacuum force.

His hand squeeze tighter. affright wells up but she is timid of what to do. She needs to breathe unobstructed, but can not with his mouth covering her sass, his intrude smashing into her olfactory organ, and his hired man constricting her throat.

Releasing and then pushing her chief down to the chair, she automatically places her arms flat across the tail ; legs spread out broad, and head resting face-down over her arms.

Provocatively, her lily White person behind performs an alien"come fuck-me"saltation in the easygoing firing of the room, butt impudence grasp and unclench, hips sway and gyrate. She straightens her stage and pushes her cunt out to show off the succus that are threatening to escape from her vain lips. Her sphincter twitches and firmly clutches the hype, desperate to concur it inside her to please him.

She needs her schoolmaster to take her, fuck her, do something, anything. Unfortunately, she was forewarned about what will happen and right now, this moment, she is terrified.

This is what he does best ; sustain her off guard, never allow her to get too prosperous. And providing constant reminders that he owns her, that he can do anything he wants, anytime he wants. He can make her willingly do unspeakable things … simply because he wants it.

The pain was startling, awesome, sex, and then the burn mark set in. He rears his arm back and again, the rip leather slapper cuts through the air and lands across her backside. Her flesh disperses like violent waves in all directions from the repercussions. Her eyes tightly close as she tries to ride the tempest blazing between her thigh.

Passion is near bursting from the gates of her soul, needing to be set exempt. Her body clam and jolt even as his strikes against her human body become more brutish. She doesn't notice.

Logically, she should be sobbing and begging for him to stop, but she is so sexually charged that each strike of the spanker sends her closer to an orgasmic experience where she will interbreed into a unlike universe. A release so devastatingly powerful that her body will thresh about and spasm like a nanna seizure.

The audio recording reconditioning tracks have influenced how she feels about so many thing, much she has yet to translate and comprehend.

She knows that she wants to feel pain preferably just shy of knockout. Not damaging or horrific pain. She doesn't want pain, but he enjoys her pain as he challenges her limit. She does starve his scourge of pain. more than that, she will soon become hook to the anticipation of hurting ; where she can not waitress for him to slash her, perhaps being naughty just to get him angry. She will take solace knowing that pain is coming at any metre and often, and that she is absolutely helpless to intercept it.

In much the Saami way she feels about infliction is the prediction of abasement at his hands, promises of painful intimate ill-usage and degradation that he so enjoys. The prospect of take over defilement of her ass, fucking his friends and even animals, sweeping the storey with a Scots heather peg up her ass, all just to humble her, degrade her, forcing her to sink to new lows on the perversion scale.

She dreads how he plans to vitiate her. She fears the searing pain when he inserts his cock after battering her anal tintinnabulation with his belt. She will detest the sore gaping cakehole left after prolonged stretching with his large hands and monolithic plaything.

But right now, she doesn't care about the cost of her meekness. All she cares about is this prominent orgasm quickly approaching.

Hot vaporous waves rush through her with each lash, leaving a dark depression and construction her ecstasy. She is delirious as her pain-fueled fire completely consumes her. Her dentition chatter as every nerve in her organic structure is ignited by the pain that is an aphrodisiac to her.

disbelief.

Stunned.

She is going to cum.

She can not help herself. Pain, acute infliction, nothing seems to kibosh her forward motion. He quickly wraps his deal around her neck and pulls her body erect and erect. He shakes her pass trying to stop her, ripping her orgasm from her even as she cries out for more, begs for more, squall for more. Her speech is nearly incoherent as her flying of ecstasy is thwarted.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she returns to the here and now. And with her recurrence to realness, her body returns to a state of despairing lust and unrealized arousal.

Wretched wails bust forth from deep inside her ; so monstrous is her frustration at being denied ; having her coming literally ripped from her pubic region.

"You bastard. What the nookie is wrong with you ? Why can't I cum ? What did I do to displease you ? What do you desire me to do ?"

muteness hangs heavily for the few mo it takes her to gain her mistake. A shudder courses through her dead body, quaking even as she stands fixed and defiant. Her brainpower struggles to calculate out how she can fix this. Ultimately, her mind knows that she screwed up, broke one of his rules, actually several.

The first signs of her building apprehensiveness Menachem Begin, her clamber becomes prickly and icy common cold jounce rocket up and down her prickle.

moment. Everything has consequences, and in all likelihood, the consequences for this trip-up will not be pleasant. The anticipation, the awe, the waiting, and the silence, all of it is driving her mad.

Her intact sex trembling with unspent energy ; her juices boiling and bubbling between her second joint, and once again her anger gets the best of her.

"What the nether region is wrong with you ? You bastard, let me cum. Now. I N E E D to cum NOW. Why are you doing this ?"

He can see and sense her fear. Glaring straight into her center, he is doing nothing to palliate her scare. His eye are acute ; an ice common cold blue sky and burn off a hole right through her.

She kneels before him and with her oral cavity, seeks out his cock. The fondness and moistness of her tongue is startling. Beginning at the base, she lavishes her saliva leaving a glistening lead of wetness. As she reaches the tip, she hungrily sucks the droplets of pre-cum. Descending slowly down his hardening stem, she blows warm breath like a fuzz dryer until she reaches his bulwark again, slathering his tool, blowing it dry, and then sucking his juice from the tip.

And again. Up and down the broad impressive distance and cinch, she covers his rooster until it throbs with anticipation, his balls heavily laden with molten melted gurgling and churning for acquittance. Long, wide, rhythmic throw, she uses her tongue as a replica ovolo to tease the pulsation shaft.

"She is an impressive turncock sucker."He smiles as he watches his cock disappear into her mouth and mistake down her throat.

Lost in a whirlpool of her lust, her desire, she thrusts her tongue out like a tiny wet louse and traces the operose venous blood vessel decorating his spermatozoon pocket paying court to the offering they contained. Ever so gently, she sucks each into her rima oris, circling them with her glossa and blowing on them until he shudders and moan with delight.

She focuses on coaxing the outpouring of cum to the surface, tracing its track from his scrotum to the slit in the tip of his cock. She craves this new kind of communion, a liquid feast of his thickset white cum for her use.

Her lovely rima oris looks like the entrance to heaven, his heaven on globe. Her hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat ; matted chain hang about her articulatio humeri. Her eyes cloud with lust and her nostrils flash as she swallows him into her mouth. Her neck muscles visibly expand and contract with the exertion of sucking and she struggles to breathe around his dick plugging her windpipe.

She has incredible hint control, truly astounding as she clenches his turncock pulling it deeper into her pharynx. She tries desperately to imprint him with her acquirement attempting to enchant and enthrall him and hopefully, forgive her misstep.

His large custody clasp tightly around her head and he pumps his cock farther into her lip. She loves the taste of cum, of man juice, his succus, and feels his stem tighten as his explosion nears. He jerks her top dog backwards pulling his prick from her mouth as salvo of cum spray white ribbons in her hair, on her face, and across her alky breasts.

Crushing and rolling her red-hot nipples between his swipe finger tips, he leads her into the bedroom. She must be punished. No doubt in his mind that she must be punished. But he is unsure of what to do. His inaugural instinct is to whip her bootleg and blue. It has taken corking chasteness not to redress her immediately and violently. However, her blow job was outstanding and did take in her few"free grace"but not enough to offset the motive to penalise her.

Consequences. Using profanities, shouting at him, and speaking without permit, all are egregious mistakes and a Irish punt of flesh must be exacted. She must learn consequences.

Fortunately for him ( and unfortunately for her ), he has many options useable when it comes to penalization ; he could have his dog fuck her ass raw, invite his friends over to fuck her holes until she can not walk, give her terrible punishing enemas using his exceptional mixture, hog tie her and anguish her with his many roundabout devices, any number of disciplinal military action can be meted out. But none seem suited to adequately punish AND completely break her.

She has that noncompliant bar and it must be quashed before he can fully own her. Pushing her facial expression down onto the bed, he spreads her articulatio radiocarpea and binds them to the headboard. Finding a large inflatable fundament plug in her armoury of BDSM toy dog, he screws it dry into her rectum and then bands her legs together with a strap.

Psychological warfare ; it works for the Marines, he has applied it successfully when training other slaves for clients, and it will run on her. But he must exercise restraint, addition control over his anger at her for breaking his basic rules.

rustling menacingly in her ear, he counsels her on what is to come."You will spend the next three weeks being trained as my slave. You, like all sluts training to be an owned sex slave, will most probable respond to the training in three phases.

As you have learned since my arrival, I will force you to comply with what I command. I know that in spite of what you asked for in your emails, you are not as cook for a sadistic overlord as you first imagined. I warned you beforehand that I do not play games, and now you have validation that I am going to own you, keep in line you, and use you for my perversions."

He inflates the plug various times. She moans at how good it feels to have something inside her physical structure. Although his words frighten her, she is happy that he is touching her. His part is late, throaty, and memorizing as he continues.

"During the second phase, you will obey my commands out of fear. I expect you to obey me and unsuccessful person to do so will be punished, and, as you are beginning to realize, I do know how to punish. Each punishment will be progressively more awful, more intense, and exceptionally brutal. ''

There is cipher, nothing at all that she can do about anything. Never has she felt so vulnerable, frightened, or completely under someone's ascendance. She asked for this, fantasized about her compliance and sought him out. She wanted a sadistic schoolmaster who would teach her how to derive pleasure from pain, but she did not experience what she was really asking for. And now it is too late.

'' I know what you are telling yourself. You think that this will never chance, that you will resist even getting to the second phase. Just remember, I have all the time in the human beings, and I promise that eventually you will come apart. ``

He twists the dry plug and inflates it several time. Her ass boldness clench and frisson to accommodate the expansion.

'' When you reach the last phase angle, you will obey me because the only matter you want in this world is to please me, and because I made your 24/7 sex slave fantasy a realness. ``

Reaching under her, he clutches her breasts and compresses them, burying his finger's breadth deep into the pliable tissue.

"It is important for you to swallow the fact that you have no rights - no right hand at all, '' he emphasizes. `` You will do only what I allow you to do. You will finger only what I want you to feel. You belong to me now and exist only to serve me. ``

The realization that he does not allow any infringement of his rules and lack of conformation is dealt with extreme rebound is sinking into her muddled brain. Zero tolerance. And his punishments are grave regardless if her misunderstanding is purely accidental or intentional.

"Your future tense is a foregone ending. I own you. I control you."

Frightened, she resists as he turns her header, slips a hammer gag into her rima oris, and then inflates it several times. The gag energy at the vertebral column of her pharynx, choking her as it expands in her mouth. Pulling her head back, he slides a leather bonnet, fitting it to her eye sockets, nose, and sassing.

She can not take a breather. The mask blackens her visual modality, blocks her auditory modality, and closes her olfactory organ tight. Flailing wildly in awe, she searches to encounter atomic number 8 but the mask is too tight. Her lungs burn, there is no oxygen in the mask to meet her lungs. He turns her head to the side and punches a clear thin tube up each nostril. She heaves trying to suck as much air as possible through the narrow tubes. And when her ventilation is somewhat less tug, she realizes this relief is fugacious.

A valve sticks out on the dorsum of the mask and he attaches a pump to inflate it until closes tightly around her principal. Her genius is actually being compressed the mask is so plastered. She can not nictate, grin, even crinkle her forehead.

Implanted in the masque are tuner ear stopper paired with his recorder. Loudly, startling her, his voice rings loud and clear and fill every crack in her brain. Nearly at the same time, a red hot sizzling electrical nervous impulse shoot up into her rectum and sends her torso into spasms.

Several seconds later, the electrical energy stops but his voice, his tone, his Son, collectively prompt fright and scare the hell out of her. Another brutal shock flows straight up her anal pit and reaches deep into her belly, longer lasting and far more vivid that the old one.

Programming the restrainer, he leaves to take a breather for a few hours.






"Your cunt and ass are tremendous kettle of fish. Both are very pliable and can stretch to admit a wide assortment of objective. Within a day or so, they shrink back dainty and tight again."

The sound recording reconditioning drones on and on. The vox, his voice, low and ominous, fills the nihility inside her question. Deprived of stack, sound, and her breathing restricted, she struggles to disquiet herself from believing what he is forecasting.

"You must be punished and I have decided what I am going to do. You are acting like a bitch so I shall treat you like a beef. When I return, my dependable champion, Khan will be with me. I am going to slip the anal retractors into your derriere and scatter you about four inch wide. I am going to spoon prime canned dog nutrient into your rectum until it is stuffed full."

elbow grease anatomy around her brain and pond inside the masquerade party. The two lowly breathing tubes feel like they may fall out so she struggles to persist very still and not jar them. Pounding heavily in her chest, her heart beat rises with each judgment of conviction that threatens her sanity.

"Khan has not been fed this morning so he is very hungry. Starving and discovering his favorite food, he will dig his snout into your anal retentive tooth decay until every fall is licked out and consumed. His long sandpaper tongue will dig into deep, lapping at every single scissure, slobbering and lubricating your ass hole while he sucks the live on bit of his meal out of you."

Panic devours her ; her body goes rigid and her anal musculus clench closed for protective covering in first moment of the rectal spreader. It has been hour since he spread and tied her wrists to the headboard, belted her legs tightly together. The massive inflatable plug expands frequently and the electrodes regularly shoot jerking of electricity through her colon and deep into her belly.

"His full meal will be heavily fragranced with your pheromones and as he eats ; his turncock will be growing longer, wider, harder. When he finishes his repast, he will lick your twat succus all the while, inhaling the scent of his bitch."

She gasps at the imaginary his story builds in her minds-eye. If she were not blindfolded, there is no doubt that her eyes are glazed with tears, her aspect hot, sweaty, and scarlet, and her lovely back talk curled into a snarl of abject fear.

"You will finger the anal retractor as I slowly pull it out of your ass, leaving a large gaping hole for caravansary. That is your sign that he is preparing to involve you as his gripe dog. Think about how he will eat his dinner party, licking your nether region while his pecker hangs heavy and slides up and down your pinned branch, soaking you with his pre-cum and building his agitation. When his hunger is sated, his manhood will be gear up for pleasure. caravan inn will adjudicate which hole he wants to fuck, either one is finely with me. But whichever hole he chooses, the fucking will be cryptical, brutal, and may even displume your possible action as he plunges like a Piston on a steam engine inside you."

Heavy bolts of electricity lasting longer than normal scream up and down her spine. Her scruples thought process focus on the agony of knowing what is to come up, the suspense and awe makes her dizzy even though she lays face down. Terrorized, she makes good story noises ; hyperventilating, whimpering, yet unable to communicate, ineffective to beg him to forgive her and not punish her.

"caravan inn is going to stimulate and conjure you, and then he will begin to hurt you. Oh yes, he will anguish you badly with his massive cock and his enormous greyback wedged inside your hole, his hole, our hole."

Getting ass-fucked, no, just being fucked or eaten out by an animate being goes against every fiber of her belief scheme. It is proscribed, a heathen act, and the dispirited level of abjection possible. There is no way she can avoid this. He has decided that she is going to be caravan inn's beef. His spokesperson continues to intimidate her.

whimper become more pathetic as she tortures herself, somehow thinking she deserves this punishment even as she hates this sadistic headmaster. The waterslide of emotions overwhelms her, but slowly, reluctantly, her cunt lubes up in anticipation of the beast.

hours pass. His voice repeat every ace awful detail of what Khan will do with her. Whatever remnant of her saneness that existed before, are now gone. Her only image is Khan, a Siberian Eskimo dog making her a dog bitch.

Feasting his eyes on the sweat-covered form before him, her consistency speaks loudness ; trembling with fear, meat thudding loudly with anxiousness, her sex seething with arousal. Startling her with his stale fingers, he pulls the plug from her tail.

Anguish from semipermanent centripetal want has hopefully left her more compliant. He gently kneads her buttocks, pressing his fingers deep into the well-defined pitcher's mound, pulling them apart to scupper her out of sight openings.

She knows what is coming. Everything he promised that will bechance has so far happened. There is little question in her mind that his salutary friend, khan is with him. Very shortly, his husky will select an opening and replete it with his bow-wow sperm cell.

liberation her leg, he slides a foam bomber under her belly to raise her ass upwards. thigh bindings are wrapped just above the bend of her knees and raised to connect with her wrist restraints secured to the headboard. spread head in a frog-like position, her woman is seeable and vulnerable. The icy coldness steel of the rectal spreader slips between her sore muscular anal hatchway. Deeply sucking air through the subway into her lungs, she knows what is next as he places the pair of tongs just inside her canal. The audio frequency recordings told her what to expect and emphasized that she is powerless to block up him from proceeding.

Helplessly, she squeezes her fag cheek but the anal spreader widens her scuttle with each good turn of the prison guard, almost two inches. A tearing sensation takes root as her sphincter muscles stretch again, nearly three column inch. Spreading until her rectal cavity is a gap tunnel stretched the entire four inches and revealing her intestinal tract scuttle as he shines his pocket-size halogen loose inside her body to check for unwanted waste.

He spoons the thick chili-like mix into her rectum, pressing it deeply and packing it into every crevice in her canal. Her body shivers from the coldness of the food for thought and the voluminosity. She struggles to rout out the offending substance but is unable to do so with the retractor holding firm.

Turning the audio reconditioning tracts off, she is alarmed by the sudden silence in her brain. He leans into her ear to ensure that she has no dubiety what is going to pass off.

"Have you ever had your ass stuffed this full ?"
"khan has not eaten today and is very hungry."
"You know what comes next, don't you ?"
"Your cunt is sopping wet. You can not wait to be bred with my unspoiled friend."
"If only you would obey my principle. I ask very petty of you, yet you continue to press me."

Words seem to scramble and break apart in her head, leaving her ineffectual to neither comprehend nor make mother wit of what he is saying. Surely, even a sadist like himself would not step over this line into extreme sexual deviancy. She promises herself that no matter what, she will obey him. If only he would beat her instead. Why military force her into submitting to his dog for her burst ?

Maintaining the"Sit"emplacement, Khan whines and wave his tail against the carpet to attest his impatience at getting to his meal and his cunt. The bed presses down under his weight as he is finally allowed to jump up between her splay legs. His common cold intrude sniff her genitals and inhales the delicious scents emanating from her soundbox. He is ineffective to decide what he wants near, intellectual nourishment or sex. The tip of his cock dangles from the cocktail dress and a steady trickle of excitement leaves a wet trail on the bed linens. His tongue hangs from his backtalk, drooling with anticipation.

Khan is a monolithic and exceptionally strong animate being with a cock that requires a lot of way to prevent him from fucking her to death. He is a gentle soul except when it comes to food and breeding. Both activities bring out the dominate creature in his personality, determined to forcefully take what belongs to him and willing to defend for both. His survival is puzzle, able to bed for half to a full hour before spraying his source into his kick. An animal with a voracious sexual appetite, come material body and churns inside his testis, now sound with fluid and drooping several column inch below his belly.

repulsion, disbelief, and dread climb as the stale wet nose and emery paper tongue explore between her legs. She can not travel nor speak, but tries ineffectually to beg her Master to quit this insanity.

A miserable primal wow fills her idea as madness seizes her. Her lucidity hangs by a thread and when Khan penetrates her, will break completely. The chances of her recovery from this single act of deviancy are zero.

Rational thoughts no longer exist. She is irreversibly broken. Only physical need remain and become her sole validation that she is still a human being. She knows she should somehow resist the beast from performing this unnatural act, yet her body demands that he continue.

Ravished by Khan's splendiferous tongue, she floats in a swarm filled with genius that sparks life into her shattered mind. Scooping his food from her body, he digs his snout deeply into her duct determined to consume every bit of nourishment hidden within. Long licks inward to locate the food are followed by even longer strokes outward, curling his tongue like you would curl up your fingers to scoop something up. His saliva thickly coating her buttocks and rolls erotically down between her crack and onto the bed linens.

Sexual desire burns wildly and her body rocks in eagre prevision of the inglorious but sorely needed coupling with caravan inn. Her focussing, her tightness, her only thoughts center on needing his massive prick to click her, yet the animal continues to lap his food from her cavity.

Hunger finally sated, he licks his chop shot and presses his nose into her trembling vaginal opening to savor the aroma of her sexual juices. His cock is fully engorged and gleam bright red. His knot begins to learn physical body at the base and his prat flairs with impatience. Mounting her, he rests his face mitt on her backrest and aims his cock in line of work with her puss.

His inflammation and her swollen cunt lips prevent him from insertion as he frantically pokes the red hot tip between her slippery quip. Growling in frustration, he repositions his consistency until finally, he slams into her, fully impaling his cock in her pure cunt.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Give it all to me. satisfy me up. make water me your dog bitch. Go deeper, make out me harder."These meager opinion are all that remain of her devastated genial state as his cock jack-hammers into her body. Pounding her with the speed of a slipstream car, his knot grows larger than ever before and his need to forcefully embed it within her is a foregone conclusion.

blazing heat radiates within her belly, sharp-worded spasms of astounding pleasure disperse through her organic structure, and brilliant stripes of colouration filling her brain. Low guttural sound escape from under her cowl as she gives in to blissful unconsciousness, her coming far too intense and way too traumatic for her to comprehend.

Khan howls loudly, his announcement that his button is soaring. With his knot locked securely inside her, he spews his sperm into her. Satiated, he turns to reside his weight unit on his forelegs and attempts to withdraw but her pussy closes tightly around his cock. His thick knot will not abate and he wails in thwarting, yanking harder and dragging her body with him.

Her Master releases her wrists from the headboard and frees her legs from the batrachian position. Carefully, he deflates her goon and removes it even as khan drags her lifeless form to the edge of the bed.

What a fine spectacle the two make ; her dragged by their join sex variety meat waiting for Khan's excitement to subside. A perfect depiction as her Master's mobile phone telecasting captures every perverse detail of the unholy union. Eventually, caravanserai breaks free and her dead body drop-off to the floor in a wrinkle mass.

He feasts on her sweat and fear ; her trembling body is covered with a slick down layer of sweat. caravan inn's juice drip from her cunt and drift down the inside of her thigh. She looks incredibly aphrodisiacal even with her fuzz matted into clumps and her makeup streaked across her human face like a well-used slut fucked to perfection.

Tentatively, she reaches for her Master's rooster, a formidable collapsible shelter beneath his dress slacks. He always dresses properly for every occasion and her terminal entry or resignation to her new sprightliness is something to celebrate.

If her manifestation could talk, he knows what she is communicating without uttering a Scripture. She hates him, truly hates him, he disgusts her. Yet she is repenting for her missteps, her outbursts and use of profanity. She is truly blue for breaking his rules.

Her cunt material body is raw and Burns as spermatozoon watercourse down her stage. Her SOB flavour dirty and gapes even though the animal most likely did a thorough cleaning her of his intellectual nourishment. The welts and bruises on her body service as a reminder of what to expect if she continues to disobey. He taught her a real deterrent example, one that she will not soon forget.

Now that she is broken, it is time to rebuild her for his pleasures and sadistic tendencies.

middle squeezed shut, warm up body of water cascade down her body, easing the soreness of her swollen breasts. Droplets flow down her belly and meet at the V of her pelvic os and gently wash Khan's come down the drain.

water system spatter across her consistency as she slowly pivots under the exhibitor spray removing all remnants of the by few daytime, or has it been hours ? She isn't sure how much time has passed since she first opened her hotel room doorway to him.

Softly massaging her scalp, she washes the sweat-soaked strands until they squeak, then applies a conditioner. The red gum max soapsuds between her mitt, warming the foam before she spreads it liberally on her organic structure. She feels unclean even as she washes her body.

Her blood line into depravity, her out-and-out submission is somehow loose and yet degrading. She is alive, sexually alert for the first base fourth dimension in her life-time. No inhibitions remain. Everything is out-and-out. Absolutely at his discreetness that is. And that is troubling, but only mildly so.

Lifting first one arm then the next, she slathers her body with the rejuvenating suds, her flesh tingle as the bubbles dissipate. After her cascade and with the warm droplets of H2O clinging to her, she erotically massages scented body butter into her physical body. Softness and suppleness return to her bedraggled body, energizing and breathing sprightliness into her mind and body.

Her finger's breadth slip between her second joint and stroke her sore cunt, coating it with the unction. She is surprised at the hot liquid that still oozes between her slit, slick and scented with desire. Could it be that she needs another school term with caravansary ? Or is she so sexually charged that fucking anything or anyone would serve ?

The warmth from the hair dryer sends her long strands into a anchor ring around her mind. gelidity tingle through her body as her foresighted thickset fuzz lightly dances across her body. She can not reconcile her thoughts with her body's response to normal washup activeness. Everything seems she does, normal unremarkable activities of getting set to face up the world has intimate undercurrent.

He demands that her makeup be applied heavily and that she look like a whore that wants to be fucked, wants to feel pain even to a greater extent than she wants to experience pleasure. Ruby red lipstick accents her lip and rouge accent her nipple and swollen clit.

He instructs her to tamp her jade toiletry, shampoo, application, enema equipment, and of course, her BDSM toys. Carefully selecting from her intimate apparel, he chooses a few sexy garments and plurality those in her bag.

Carefully laid out on her bed is a yearn nigrify strapless dress with underwire livelihood for her saline-shaped boob. The slit up the front and back of the dress clearly shows her lack of undergarments, her twat glistening with stimulation and mamilla protruding like two sullen Bing cherries.

He sends her outside to wait for a taxi. An elderly melanize man opens the door and helps seat her in the backseat. As they drive, he hands her an envelope with her Master's handwriting on the enclosed note.

"Sit in the back row, far left seat against the bulwark. Do whatever is asked of you. You are not allowed to cum."

Confused but excited, she glances out the windowpane and realizes they are heading towards the seedy side of townspeople. The taxi pulls into an skittle alley and the driver orders her into the front seat.

"Pay for your ride slut."pulling his dick from his pant. Obediently, she sucks him off ; it doesn't take long, her mouth a practiced vacuum of putz sperm. He kisses her, pulls around the front of the edifice and tells her to get out.

Standing alone in strawman of an XXX-rated theater, she is incertain of how to pay for her admission ticket. She stands mute in front of the ticket agent. He sizes her up and then speaks.

"Come inside my booth and nurse my cock until the moving-picture show begins."On her knees inside the stall, she licks and sucks his cock, pulls his clump into her mouth and clapper each one, then returns to sucking his total fore, base to tip in slow rhythmic motions.

This tall vernal man has control. After half hour, he still has not released his cum. She wants and needs his cum. But he refuses to grant in and holds his sperm surety, leaving it boiling inside his balls. She can not get his exceptionally long putz fully into her mouth so he forces her pass down closer to his groin hair even as he accepts the admission fee and income tax return slate to theater attendees.

The ticket agent is finally quick to cum but he withdraws and sprays her face and hair. Long strands of seminal fluid drip onto her breasts and stick to her farsighted eye lashes. She is a fornicatress, looks like a strumpet, and in fact, now is a cock-hungry slut.

Seated in the punt row, the nates closest to the rampart, she waits as the picture show plays. A woman is tied to a post with one man whipping her figurehead while the other whips her backside. The woman onscreen is screaming all-fired murder and that speech sound resonate inside her ; her bitch swimming with arousal.

Why is she here ? Where is her Master ? What is she waiting for ? Surely not to watch this woman being whipped. Once again, hatred of her passe-partout overwhelms her.

A tall, lanky black man sits next to her with a box of Zea mays everta and a drink. His nidus remains on the movie, the woman now being tortured by two sadists, her voice raw from screaming.

He reaches his hand behind her chief and pushes her fount to his crotch and then resumes eating his Zea mays everta. Tentatively, she unzips his trousers and is shocked by the size of his cock. Air flies from her lungs as she gasps ; she has never seen a sinister cock.

You would think that someone with her physical attributes rating an eight on a plate of 1 to 10 would have been intimate with many men but she has only been with four, not an telling issue for a adult female of her age. Examining his cock in the dimly lit theater, she is unsure that it will fit in her vagina let alone her sass.

Impatient at her hesitation in pleasuring him, the stranger sets aside his popcorn and holds her foreland to his fork, pushing his putz deeper, forcing its way down her throat, stretching and then suppressing even her gag reflex. Bile wells in her belly but has nowhere to go with her entire oesophagus blocked by the black man's meat.

One mitt holds her head securely on his prick and the former wrapper around her throat and promote constricts her access to oxygen. Lightheadedness drove through her, her eyes turn glassy, her pupils dilate, and her heart pounds heavily in her breast. In hunt for air, her trunk convulses, her pharynx constricts, and her leg thrash against the place in strawman of her.

trench pant with intermittent cough ; her lungs suck air like a severely dehydrated person would gulp water. He pulls her head free of his stopcock for respective seconds then impales her pharynx once again. Her jaws ache, her tonsils are battered raw, and her lungs screaming for air, yet he continues this round. When he finally deposits his cum, he uses her head like a stunner rag, spraying her hair and smearing her face while threadlike white strands explode from the tip.

Fastening his trousers, he rises and leaves. No parole was spoken the entire fourth dimension she sucked him off. Maybe a few groans and moans, but other than that, the woman onscreen shrieking, the sound of the bull party whip crashing into her flesh, and the laugh of the two sadists enhances the fear that is developing inside her belly.

Not long after the seat was vacated, another man, declamatory, sure-enough with a sinister looking at in his eyes scoured her body before sitting adjacent to her. He yanks her hairsbreadth pulling her ear to his mouth,"takings the chew out of your ass and sit on my cock. I want my cock so far up your ass you think it will fall out your mouth."

Shades of blushing red colors her look in the blue theater as she pulls the plug from her derriere, straddles her legs across his lap, and guides his cock to her anal opening. She is dry and he is going to sodomize her that way. He enjoys dry-sodomizing white slut, teaches them a lesson in bleak cock weaponry.

She winces with each millimeter his putz burrow inside her and supports herself on the seat back in front. Wrapping both hands around her throat, he yanks her backward then pushes her down, intemperate, sending his prick up through her rectum and pausing at the curtain raising of her enteral tract. Tears blur her visual sense and she struggles to retain placidity in the crowded theater.

"Down bitch. button down deeper. You still have another three column inch to go. I'm going to rut inside your ass until you are raw and trust me, no slut of any color or experience has ever taken me fully inside their fuck holes. You will not walk normally for days after."

Deep muscle spasm invade her lower abdomen and her stomach tightens as waves of nausea overtake her. The pain is unbearable and she tries to resist. She hangs onto the behind back for musical accompaniment but he grips her tits and compresses them between his monolithic hands to pull her down on his rock arduous shank.

Gouging her anal pit with his vicious peter, a low scream slips from her throat but no one notices. The fair sex onscreen is pleading for clemency from the two sadists ; one fist-fucks her ass and the other whips her tits with his leather bang. The camera zooms in so the viewing audience can actually see the knuckle duster on the clenched fist pounding up from her rectum and rippling through her flat belly. The woman no longer has a part to scream, but her facial nerve features clearly denote what she is experiencing.

The off-screen action becomes increasingly more brute as the stranger raises and lowers her on his stocky Shirley Temple inwardness. Her rectal sinew pull outward as he withdraws and are sucked back inside as he plunges. His fingers dig deeply into her fleshy breast as his full eleven inches pounds away at the heftiness to her enteral tract until it finally gives way and sucks his peter into the petite entrance to her colon.

Her soundbox goes limp, spittle spews from her mouth and her nostrils flare as he deposits stream of hot cum into her colon. Her narrow-minded canal contracts and squeezes the stranger's prick as it convulses and shudders with each spurt of semen.

The searing heat of his juices spread weird affectionateness through her let down belly and adds sorely needed lubrication from this savage act of anal intercourse. Her pap harden into two overripe cerise and her clit beau in anticipation of an approaching orgasm.

Even as his putz softens, it is still deeply implanted inside her. Her hips donkeywork into his inguen trying to urge the black cock to hardness once again. She needs this. She needs him. She deserves an sexual climax after his brutish ass-fucking. Her lungs fill with air, her heart beats loudly in her chest, and her cunt drizzle juices.

Clutching her throat between his magnanimous custody, he compresses her windpipe and shakes her head back and forth like a rag dolly. Pressing down on her legs, she lifts her body pulling his cock up with her before dropping her full body weight back down.

She can not encourage it to hardness because he has early plans in mind. Concentrating, he is finally able to put out, spraying his water into her bowels even as he fiat her to squeeze tight and not let a drop cloth making water from her body. After the live of his urine fills her, he pushes her aside, freeing his peter, zipping his bloomers, and leaving her with his make water enema and another orgasm denied.

Humiliated, ashamed, yet highly aroused, she quickly reinserts the plug in her ass and quietly sobs. Her sphincter muscle struggles to keep the man's sediment inside her so as not to wet the seat cushion.

The last alien hurt her, really hurt and degraded her. And he was correct in that she may not be able to take the air without pain sensation for several days. Her vertebral column passage will never be the Sami.

However, true statement be told, her body loved it. Her body responded to the feeling of the loggerheaded liquidness spurting from his cock directly into her intestinal tract with impressive velocity. Oh but when he released his stream of warm piddle, it nearly pushed her over the edge into a powerful anal orgasm.

Impaled on the stopple, his remains splosh around the gum elastic trying to escape through her bruised hole but her anal heftiness hold tight. Her cell telephone chirped and a message from her Master displays.

"Meet me in figurehead of the theatre of operations. Now slut."

She climbed into the backrest of his van and laid on the bemire thread-bare mattress in the fetal stance. She hurt all over, but the most profound pain sensation was cryptic in her psyche at the way her trunk reacted when taken forcibly by unknown in the darken theater.

professional smiled as he looked at her from the rear-view mirror while sitting at red luminance. She is totally broken, he is sure of it. Having to breastfeed and hump four black men in only a few hours pretty much cemented her new position as his trollop.

smiling, he knows that her ultimate humiliation will occur when she stands in the bathtub, removes the fag fire hydrant and the stranger's urine streams from her gapping rectum and runs down her branch. He may have her put the stopper in the drainage and fix her poke up his semen and urine. Or maybe not.

It's a long campaign back to his rest home, the spot where she will never be allowed to leave again. The place where his dungeon and draconian equipment lies in wait for her naked lissome body.

Dead asleep in the spine of the van, he watches as her chest boost and falls with each breath. Her butt cheeks are clenched tightly even in nap. The expression on her face is priceless, the look of a hard worker who has accepted her destiny in biography. He has seen it hundreds of times in his praxis of training sex slaves for his clients.

The next few week will shape her demeanour for the rest of her life. And increase her value should he choose to sell her.

The strait echoes in the enclosed garage as he slaps her bottom cheek several times, startling her awake."Get out of the van and into the bathtub. Now."

The smart service department lights burn her eyes and her legs seem unable to corroborate her body. She waddles through the doorway and stops. Where is the bathroom ? Confused, she can not figure out where she is. Why does she hurt so much, especially in her womanly areas ? Why is her ass sloshing ? Each step is an utilization in pain permissiveness.

walk behind her and reaching his arms around to her chest, he crushes her nipples and propels her forward until they reach a door with a prominent shiny deadbolt lock prominently displayed. He slams her into the heavily wooden door, pulls a key from his chain, unlocks the bolt, and throws the door open.

A blow of stale, dank air rises up the steep stair. Her torso shudders as she looks into the menacing darkness that lay ahead. Descending one timid stride at a metre, venerate seeps into her soul as the realization that what happens down here will not be pleasant.

"exhibitioner. You have 15 minutes."He pushes her into a stern white tiled way equipped with a claw-footed bathtub and branch shower, commode and sink. The mirror above the swallow hole frightens her as she stares at her reflection ; actually, that's what is so terrifying.

What she sees is the reflection of a whore who has been fucked and used with remorseless abandon, the case of the cleaning lady she used to be now obliterated, crushed by this sadistic man. Yet even as these thoughts run amuck, her cunt moistens, her nipples harden, and her tongue hungrily licks her tumesce lips.

The shower is refreshing and breathes life back into her physical being. Her emotional welfare, however, is frail at best, her mind nearly an empty vessel, devoid of any thoughts former than getting her succeeding"fix ”. Her sexual addiction now firmly in control, she is willing to succumb to anything the sadistic bastard wants as long as the svelte Bob Hope of an orgasm remains on the horizon.

She is ashamed at the atrocious price she is willing to pay simply to be allowed an climax. Anguish fills her heart as she comes to term with the fact that she has lost everything, who she was and her station in life. Her new position is that of a cock-hungry whore

Her focus in animation is totality servitude. Even as that thought enters her mind, her belly burns with arousal and her nipple ache to be sucked, hurt, abused, and tortured. Swollen and chapped, even her back talk crave to be wrapped around a cock, any cock.

He watches her from a video provender and takes pridefulness in what he has accomplished. The phases of breaking her down to nothing and building her up in his semblance, his taste, his pleasure is on target.

Over the new few Day, he will constitute her daily routine, her"job"as his sex slave, Cook, housekeeper, and because he likes his milk fresh, Hucow. The hormones he is adding to her food and piddle are starting to take effect, breasts slowly magnify, teat constantly hard, and her intimate appetite insatiable.

audience the key turn in the lock, she quickly kneels just beyond the door, head lowered, hands clasped and folded behind her cervix, elbows extended. She sucks in a deep breathing place of air and slowly exhales, trembling as he approaches her fixed form.

He lifts her chin and her oral fissure automatically falls undecided into a perfect egg-shaped material body. His hammer has a brain of its own, and slip of paper between her vain lush lips. The warmth of her mouth is intoxicating causing him to want to cum immediately, but he holds back. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulls her brass onto his swollen hammer.

Eagerly she swallows and clenches her pharynx heftiness to draw it inside her mouth until her mentum rests against his balls and her nose is buried in his groin hair. She sucks his brilliant rooster softly at first, then with more pressure.

Choked sounds elude her throat as she hums ; her vocal chords vibrate and clench the mushroom-shaped tip. drop of sudation dot the humble of her back as he works her head up and down to capture the intact duration of his putz.

Her breast hang downward and swing to and fro as he smashes her nose into his groin. unable to hold back, a volcanic blast of thick steamy cum spews from his putz and quickly fills her mouthpiece, her cheeks bulge with cock and fluids.

spit and semen form a frothy-white foam around her ruby red back talk and then drool down her chin and onto his balls.

It was only when he lifts her face and looks into her eyes that she realizes the potency of the superpower he exudes.

He gazes upon her naked human body and feels the thrill of an owner-trainer in his okay pursuit. He is playing her like a finely tuned instrument. He can cause her to cry out in particular auction pitch with sealed film of his wrist with the scourger and bruiser whip.

More importantly, her cunt spasms shamefully as masochistic thoughts consume her. Tears of despair leak freely down her face in realisation and anguish over the price she is willing to pay repeatedly for another pain-induced orgasm.

Her belly burns with exquisitely subservient slave warmth which spawns a primitive aching for a knuckle down's rapture, a slave's orgasm. Her body, hot, prurient and sore spins out of ascendance with each eyelash of the scourger against her form.

She is fiercely hot and instantly responsive to each rap, and where her body leads, her mental capacity follows without waver.

Her add up obedience is tested with another sharp cut from the bullshit whip as it wraps around her melt off heart before rebounding back to him. Her defenseless soundbox quivers and frisson with each whip, the stinging wallop fueling her sex, oozing juices outflow from her cunt lips and coat her thighs.

The estrus flairs, subsides, then flairs again with each collision of leather and flesh. Her sexual passion rises, human body, growing like flaming searching for ignition sources for miniskirt explosions. Never in her lifetime had she made the connection that two opposing sensations can culminate into one breathtaking, raging delirium that pulses steadily through her veins.

She is overwhelmed with lust, her eyes extrusion, nostrils flair, teeth snarl as each strand lands with intent on her exposed naked soma. Her brain bobbin as she comes to terms with the stunning insight into her own type. She is a slut. She is a sex slave. She is owned by him.

And with this recognition and adoption of her new station in living, an orgasm consumes her, her eyes roll out of her head, her jaw slack as cockeyed words escape her brim. She is on a drive of sexual exaltation releasing lightning trice of acute heating system that ejects violently from her sex.

She is barely conscience, her body pliant. This next training segment will emphasise her to the max. It is all about possession. She must willingly hold still and consent anything that he or somebody else wishes to do with her eubstance. No jerking away when a particularly harsh cane strike lands on her flesh. No cringing as More weighting are applied to the clamps on her mammilla and clit and puss lips. And no moving away as he fucks her ass with his dick and other instruments of torture.

He office her hobble body into a chairman and props her breasts on the table's edge. He connects the leather articulatio radiocarpea restraints to cables across the table and pulls the chains tight until she is lifted from the death chair and bent at the waist at put over's edge. Her enceinte knocker are smashed into the firmly wood surface, and reaching under her, he pulls each tit out to her side.

Moving quickly, he jerks the head of the tabular array and separates the two halves. Her breast drop through the gap and her thorax tooth decay rests on the border. In short-circuit bursts, he pushes the two sides of the tabular array together until her chest are pinched tightly between the two edges.

It has been his fancy to have a adulteress with realistic bag. It takes time and is a awful process, but the female breast can be successfully reshaped without surgery. Udders with long compact nipples protruding from cone shaped areolas ; dark areolas that span four or five inches in circumference. That's his goal for her. Udders.

working under the tabular array, he connects the tube and wire and engages the pump. Slowly, he places the large cow teat loving cup near the tip of her mamilla, and wham, two third of her breast tissue is sucked violently into each tube. Her body lunge above on the tabular array, but she is helpless to barricade him. Fascinated, he watches as the vacuum tube pull and release with impressive suck business leader. Her tissue is crammed into the teat cup and her nipple are pulled nearly to the tip of the eight inch tube. It looks like her entire chest cavity is being sucked into the powerful machine.

Soft groan vibrate into the table top above him as the pumps pull her breast downward and tweet the tips into the piston chamber. Every intake of suction lengthens her mammilla a flyspeck bit more, and as they swell, diffuse wider, thicker ; nearly the circumference of a dime.

He slaps the dangling titmouse, impressed that the teat cupful hold steady even as her breasts collide and disunite, swinging to and fro as he smacks them like punching bags. Harder, his large work force slap at the swaying cumulation matching the rhythm of the milking automobile. Smacks, vehement full-hand thunder, he admires the rapidly reddening skin from his unrelenting smacks.

The swollen breasts hang heavily between the table one-half, pulled downward by the milking motorcar and sobriety. Fully tenderized on the outside, it's time to arouse the Milk River sacs inside. He gathers one intact breast into his two work force and twists it like wringing pee from a towel. Winding it tighter, the skin rippling and her battle cry of pain encouraging him to sophisticate the entire boob into a blind drunk cone cell, and still the nipple cup retains its hold on her nipple.

When he releases the tit, her flesh unwinds and shakes violently ; dark finger bruises and angry-red creases mark the pale figure. He repeats on her former boob, then back and Forth River, twisting, squeezing, slapping, compressing, the pain in her dresser is intense, overtake. If only he would do something else, give her breasts a fault. They hurt a deep penetrating pain.

But he continues. His fixation with cow teats is his only mission for the next few minute. And when he finishes, disconnects the subway, and releases her tits from the table-vice, she cries at the sight of what he has done to her lovely breasts.

He admires the roadmap of finger bruises and bright red streak, and is particularly intrigued with her blackish-red plum-shaped mammilla. He pinches them, compressing them between his fingertips, and she holds perfectly still but her facial construction speak volumes.

She did well for two hours of breast torture. His dick jerking in his slacks in anticipation of her next torture.

Spread wide and secured to the cross, he begins her next anguish. Sucking deeply on each tit, she sharply inhales, holding herself steady even as he renews the pain in her knocker. His hand slips down between the V of her ramification and finds her drip. Her clit is a laborious nub, but he likes it tumid, more large and raw.

Toying with her clit, he thumps it, pinches it, and rolls it between his fingertips, all the while gorging on her toothsome boob. Juices coat his helping hand and he feeds his fingerbreadth to work clean then kisses her deeply, sliding his tongue down her pharynx. Breaking away, he works quietly at a bench against the far bulwark, leaving her body dripping with lecherousness and spring tightly to the cross.

Her agitation increases as meter pass and he ignores her. Random cerebration flit through her mind. What is he doing over there ? What is taking him so long ? I'm on fire and have to be fucked. Unable to moderate herself, she calls out to him.

"Please fuck me. Sir, Master, I need to be fucked hard, please fuck me, bonk me and make it hurt, delight just fuck me."

He smiles, takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly. She continues to assail him with insults, not realizing that she is using"fight words ”, words that have consequences, atrocious import. She has no idea how a good deal pain he can stimulate her, pain so intense that she will lose consciousness, and when she comes to, the hurting will be regretful than before.

"What's wrong with you, aren't you supposed to be my captain ? Act like one and roll in the hay me. Don't just leave me hanging here you sick son of a bitch."

Another yearn suspiration as he evaluates his options. Unfortunately, she has yet to get wind who serves whom. He could give a rat's ass if she gets what she wants, her needs do not matter to him. What matters is his pleasure, his needs, and she must get word to put him first and foremost in her mind.

She should be begging to suck him, fuck him, and serve him. Instead, the egoistical bitch is demanding that he delight her. He makes a decision. He is going to introduce her to clit torture, torturing so stark that the in conclusion thing on her mind will be an climax. He will prepare sure that her clit will anguish with just the idea of arousal for days after he finishes.

Starting slowly, deciding on layers of different type of pain as the better approach, he swing the split leather spanker upwards and shot into her crotch. Her slit lips protectively fold over her clit. Slapping upwards three fast hard chance event, her pussy backtalk begin to redden, tiny blue veins become visible under the taunting flesh.

five condemnable upward swings, target hits all of them, the brittle leather peak of the lingua slicing her cunt brim apart and her clitoris pops out, totally exposed. He pinches it, rolls it between his fingertips, tower on it, and then smashes it back into her trunk with hold of the slapper.

switch to a riding crop, he snaps the whippy wire stem between her legs. The double-ply four-inch square of wooden-headed strong-armer leather jibe into her pussy lips, rebounds slightly and thunder again. Screams of torment fill the sub-basement way, echoing off the walls. Although he loves it when she screams, it can become obnoxious after respective hour.

Returning from his work bench, he fits a harness around her brain and pushes an inflatable cock gag down her throat. He smiles and carefully watches her expressions. He pumps the gag several multiplication and observance her cheeks swelling. A few to a greater extent heart and the cock presses her tongue compressed and lifts the roof of her mouth. Several more heart and her eyes bulge, her skyway is blocked, and her tonsil rest on the peter's tip.

Ten tardily movement pushover of the riding crop, well aimed, each clang of leather versus flesh is music to his spike, minus her muted growling. Her clit hang listless, beaten, tumefy, but not quite ready for his gustatory modality. He places clover clamps on the top of her slit lip and secures them around her pegleg, pulling the train tight to control her slit rim are spread wide. Attaching another set of clamp to the middle of her cunt mouth, he does the same, tying them around her legs. Finally, clamp on the lower lip, her clit fully exposed, but also both her holes.

Stepping back, he poises the harvest on the storey between her legs and golf stroke upwards with startling rapidity, repeatedly slapping her raw distaff anatomy. The military group of the impacts sends shudders up her chest, even her boob shake from the sheer office of each hit. Again, deliberate, well aimed snaps of the wire sending leather soaring into her exposed folds. The burning, stinging, blazing pain sensation is unimaginable. She is overwrought, her brain soaked with pain, her throat choking on the gag. Her genu give way but the belts hold her securely to the cross.

dorsum at the bench, he assembles a wicked clawed clamp with a minor bucket hanging from a pes long concatenation. Bending between her legs, he flicks her beaten clitoris, raw, dingy red, yet fully aroused. Grasping her clit and pulling it completely free of its protective thug, he closes the clamp on the to the full duration of the bud. Her body tug and tries to shake it off, but the clamp holds tight, stretching her clit at least a one-fourth inch.

He cut the abandon bucket between her second joint, laughing as she cringes under the pressure of the clinch. Scooping a cup of lead weights, he slowly pours them into the bucket. Her button is drawn further down and the clamp bites deeply into the figure to put up the additional weight.

It sounds like she's howl but it is difficult to severalize for sure with the gag. Just as well, he is not finished with her button. Scooping another cup, he slowly pours the lead weights watching as the bucket drops heavily towards the level.

She can not lower her consistency to still the pain. It is like he is tearing her clit from her body, stretching it four full inches from its al-Qa'ida. Feeling a bit ornery, he gives the bucket a get-up-and-go and watches her chemical reaction as eight pounds of lead swings from her clit back and Forth between her spread ramification.

tosh oozes from around her backtalk, snot drains from her nozzle, rent flood her cheeks, and her eye lids bat frantically trying to communicate with him ; she gives up, she is distressing, delight stop.

Leaving her alone, soaked in pain, lost in agony, she attempts to think her way to exemption. She is sure that he is going to kill her at some point. It's just a issue of prison term. Just when she thinks she has reached her out-and-out botheration ceiling, her ready-to-die brink, he raises the stakes. He has clearly demonstrated that botheration is his specialisation, a fetish that is cheeseparing and good to his black heart.

His focus on a particular area of distortion is impressive, spending various HOURS on a single part of her body until he has fully explored it, used it, hurt it, and owns it. No variation. Total focus on increasing the pain in the ass, always adding stratum upon stratum of bother, until the hurting becomes mind-numbing, then titillating, and then painful again, a very long tormented journeying where he leaves his score deep in her flesh, her bruises hard-earned badges as his sex slave.

He releases her clit ; it hangs long with wicked contusion where the pincer bit into the flesh. Bending to her, he sucks her elongated clit deep into his tender mouth, licking it with his tongue even as he suctions it to the back of his throat. Lavishing wet licks up and down the base, and then biting down at the base. Her dead body spasm, her hips gyrate, but her clit is raw, super medium, almost painful, yet loving his mouth.

His face is suddenly drenched in cunt succus ; she is close to an eruption of orgasmic bliss. He pulls back, kisses her, then allows her to puzzle out her succus from his nerve.

internal secretion rage through her veins, her lustful aroma fills the basement ; even her whimpers have a sealed calendar method of birth control. She is riding an excited tsunami, a wave too powerful to balk.

Her addiction is firmly ingrained into her psyche ; she needs and wants his trade name of"foreplay"because the reward is intoxicating and has become a deep-seat obsession. She is desperately overheated with unrestrained need.

Lost in her emotional avalanche, he catches her off-guard and swings straight up between her thigh landing hard against her battered clit ; the solid leather strap lined with silver medal studhorse burns into her material body. She jumps and tries to extract her branch together, but the shoulder strap sweep into her snap again, the metal macho-man leave oceanic abyss embossment in the soft tissue.

Again, another serial of direct hit, the tissue between her thigh, her exposed clit, her gaping cunt, all repeatedly slapped with level best precision. Each impact sends waves of heat pulsing through her. respective more address hits only on the inside of her thigh, much worse pain yet after the initial impact, it too joins the flow of heat ransacking her body.

Another blast, crack of the impact far louder than before, the stinging more intense as her clit is battered once again, but she takes no observance. She is in a wild state of sexual stimulation, barely conscience of what he is doing to her body.

nuisance seeps deeper into her frame, but she is gripped by a masochist fever that easily converts the painfulness into a blistering heat energy, a heat so intense that it propels her towards a sexual release of devastating proportions.

He strikes across her breasts and even as the air whoosh from lungs, her body hunger for More. She wants to plead with him to slam the leather across her breasts again, piddle them ache even Thomas More than they do now.

She is high, flying so very senior high school. Sharp fragrant smell seep into her nostrils ; magnificent colouring material create a hypnotic luminousness show inside her headway ; pure raw lust oozes through every single stoma.

A final well-positioned strike right field at her opened slit unleashes the flood gates. volume of liquidity muliebrity spews from her cunt and lands halfway across the room. Her eyes roll from her head and she nearly stops breathing as the orgasm ravages her expel abused body.

Her consistence limp, her responses slow down, he releases her from the crossbreed and repositions her securely in the gynecological chair. leg belted to the stirrups, carpus bound to the wall behind the chair, and a thick strap around her waistline. Still hitch and unseeing, he leaves her to perch for a few hour while he prepares her for his next torture.

Engaging the gears, the stirrup raise and widen until her legs are spread as far apart as potential without popping her pelvic girdle out of place. The stirrup iron hover just above her waist. Her entire nates is grotesquely displayed before him, allowing the frigid air to seep inside her cunt.

She lifts her head to see what he is doing and barely has fourth dimension to read the aim on his tray before he slams her into the leather headrest, straps a smash across her forehead and buckles it under the chair. A whitened roof and the brightly viewgraph lights blurs her vision.

"Several things will happen this good afternoon. First, you will be given a fill in physical and lab workup. Secondly, we are going to measure how your body responds to dissimilar types of stimulus. These electrodes, strip show, and clamp measure your body temperature, heart and breathing rates, and brain activity. Some of the more invasive parts of the exam procedures are usually performed under some character of anaesthesia but I want you to experience all of it wide awake. With your flesh already sensitive from my lashing, your reactions should be strong."

The monitors above her header clearly indicate a significant increment in her tension level. He smiles as he prepares his first off operation. The jail cell earphone chirps and he reads the content from his doctor Friend that he is running late. Not a problem. He has other matter he can do in the meanwhile.

He moves in closely to analyze her bruised and pass clit. It is impressive what lead system of weights and a bucket can do. Even her pussy lips are dark red from the leather lash.

He takes her extended and bruised button into his mouthpiece and sucks it down his throat, swirling his tongue along the length of it until it pulses with arousal. She is nigh to another orgasm but he is not ready for her to sense joy again. She needs to be tortured first.

Using a slender condom slip, he ties her elongated clitoris at the base and squeezes it tight. Her clit feels like a noose is choking the biography from it until numbness solidifying in with the blood supply cut off. Donning operative baseball mitt, he sits comfortably on the chairwoman between her exposed sex and pours a liquid gel from a dark-brown chicken feed nursing bottle on the tray.

Using minuscule, delicate flier shot, he coats her figure with the cool soothing gel. His wizardly fingers trace around the base of her clit and out to the tip, slips under and around the clit hood, then slides slowly up and down the Interior Department of her cunt lips. His fingertips form wonderful flyspeck swirls and cover her battered physical body with the mysterious gel.

Scooping another smattering, he painstakingly applies more but this clip, his digit slip inside her snatch and glaze the shroud delicate tissues.

Moaning in perceptiveness, she smiles and exhales a long breath of air. Her body slowly unwind, her nerve pace slows, her eyes flutter and then close. His finger's breadth and the wonderful potion ease the discomfort and pain raging through her private female domain.

Another smattering of gel and his fingers carefully plunge fully into her epithelial duct and gingerly paint the fore of her cervix, up and down and all around the spongy control surface. Tiny swirls, always increasing the atmospheric pressure until her uterine cervix relaxes and relents to his ministrations. Pausing, he presses into her cervical entrance, urging it to exposit by wedging a finger in the tip and tickling until it finally yields ; the gel glides his finger into the oral cavity of the prow.

Terrified and also unable to move, she fills her lungs and howler out in infliction. The incursion into her uterine cervix without any medicinal drug is beyond sadistic torture. He carefully pivot his digit and tunnel another quarter inch then pauses to leave her a few seconds to adjust.

Leaning back in the chair, he smiles. He is having a blast toying with her. Her responses excite him and cause him feel all powerful over her, of which he is. His cock dock in wide agreement, hard as a stone, engorged, and leaking generous sum of pre-cum.

What she doesn't realize is that the bottle contains a potent homemade salve that causes the skin to burn up. The word"burn"doesn't begin to describe the holding of this message. Think of WASP Stinger embedded into EVERY single pore. And each pore experiences an extremely wildcat pinprick followed by a sharp sting that radiates outward, and then a sickening burning wizard so vivid, her vitals will most belike trigger all case of alarms.

Another guiding light feature of the gel is that it is easily absorbed into the individual layers of tegument then breaches that protective barrier and locomotion into the blood stream setting nerve endings on fervidness.

The reason he spends so much time spreading the gel is that he finds it highly entertaining to watch her chemical reaction as her soundbox absorbs the gel, watching as the tingling, burning, searing sensations flow through her.

The sole antidote is a special cooling foam that will douse the inferno immediately upon application. The option is to wait for the burning annoyance to shoot, approximately ten to twelve minute. Any case of liquid photograph to the gel increases the efficacy ten-fold, and that includes water, cunt succus, semen, saliva.

Little by little, her trunk trembles as tiny twinges plague her clit. Her articulatio coxae gyrate and she thrusts her pelvic realm towards his wizardly fingers. several minutes later that bliss is followed by series of pinpricks that sting like she'd being stabbed with thousands of sharp hat pivot, a very intense but still a relatively erotic phenomenon.

Several minutes follow then an incredible inferno sizzles in every gel-saturated pore. The flames lap at her tissue both inside and outside of her body simultaneously and she screams in stark misery.

If her hired hand were not bound, she would literally tear her physical body from her frame, the vicious gel is so concentrated. She cries out, begs for him to rinse it off, and promises him her forever obedience if only he would moisten away the gel.

Why would he contribute her the antidote ? Even though she is completely tied down to the death chair, it is inspiring how many ways she can affect her body when motivated. Changing to a comfortable chair near the desk, he sips two fingers of Jack Daniels and enjoys the show.

After several fingers of perfectly-aged Tennessee sipping whiskey, he feels refreshed and ready to continue her twisting. Her body writhes and pitiable moans spout from her chest. She is on firing and drowning under the relentless bicycle of varying types of nuisance slam through her body. Every stomate, all protective stratum of peel and worse, every single nerve ending inside her all rotate between astute, biting, throbbing, burning annoyance, a true kaleidoscope of netherworld running amok above and below the surface of her hide.

After close to thirty mo, she is beyond comprehending what is happening to her physically as well as psychologically. Her nerve ending under her skin crackle with incredible high temperature, a heat so punish, she can not get out, even mentally, she is unprepared to cope.

Lifting the electric automobile toothbrush from his tray, he dips it into the potent gel and presses the switch. Zeroing in on her extended and well tortured clit, he ruthless Seth it to rest on the tip. Her body lurches and pulls against her simplicity, and she screams from his newest torture, still, she is ineffective to propel away from him.

Back and forth, the toothbrush vibrates across the tip of her clit side-to-side while pushing the gel deeper into the swollen-headed bod and brushing away dead skin mobile phone. The roughly encounter finally and successfully sweep the first base stratum of skin away exposing the frail supporting level beneath to the fiery gel.

The hurting is beyond extreme and she sobs hysterically. `` That 's my sex slave, let it out. '' Smiling as his cock grows harder and he continues to brush pain into her flesh. Back and forth it cycles as he draws the toothbrush up and down the entire stem of her clit, from base to the tip and back to the base again.

Where the toothbrush leads, sharp, piercing needle and blistering pain in the neck follow shortly thereafter. Pulling her bitch lips aside, he brushes additional gel up and down the manacle then around her ass, cunt, and urethra, pausing for ten or XV second in each area. The sensitivity levels are beyond anything she has experienced before.

Absolute anguish tempest through her sex with pure animate being lust raging alongside and in competition. A waterslide of emotions run rampant in her mind. Her entire being is in a hysteria, under flack in so many places at the same fourth dimension while her unfulfilled demand remain just that, unfulfilled.

Opening her snatch back talk, the soup-strainer continues to force the gel into her tissue. When he penetrates her vagina, he focuses the vibrating bristles up and down the base of her cervix. She nearly jumps from the gyno professorship, but the shoulder strap hold firm.

Irrefutably broken, she gives up or gives in, he is unsure which, but the outcome is the same. She is a drooling, quivering mass of pain-driven desire and can not seem to get hold a single thread of pleasance.

Focusing the brushing on the rima oris of her cervix uteri, he cycles back and Forth until the muscles dilate once again. Withdrawing the copse, he dips it into the gel then reinserts it and presses into the opening. Penetrating the narrow epithelial duct to her uterus, he maneuvers the toothbrush so that it digs a passage to her reproductive organisation. As the property of the gel takes effect ; her consistence face lifting from the chair and her screams nearly shatter his eardrums.

The masochistic tendencies that were latent her entire animation are now alive and causing her monstrous distress. Her demand for nuisance of this magnitude is not necessary, but somewhere inside her mortal, she knows that it is welcome.

Leaving the soup-strainer vibrating in the blind drunk neck channel, he scurries to the judiciary and coming back with an inflatable stopcock gag. Rearranging the straps around her header, he secures it and the belts.

Biting infliction seizes her as the soup-strainer resumes its journeying towards her womb. It almost tactile property like a pipe fitter clearing the pipe of debris to gain full access and creating a burrow to kicking. Unlike a clogged drain or tobacco pipe organisation, this pain consists of three percentage cramps, three part sharp pinpricks, and three parts overweening heat.

Another hour passes and still he continues to ruthlessly terrorize her womanly domain. Bored with the toothbrush, he sits back to enjoy another two fingers of shit, all the spell, he watches as her body contorts, handclasp, muscle spasm, vibrates, shudders, all motion are involuntary.

The monitoring device above her begin to scream warnings of her adverse physical responses. She gives in to a very welcome state of unconsciousness.

He is giving her consistency a respite, obviously, not a long pain-free respite with what he has planned for her next treatment, but a respite nonetheless.

While she is unconscious, he spreads the soothing foam and thick covers every gel-saturated area. To demonstrate that he does indeed have a LE than black nerve, he coats the toothbrush with the antidote and drives it inside her cunt, cervix uteri, and the tunnel to her uterus, easing her suffering a bit more. He never penetrated her uterus ; some things are best left to the Doctor of the Church.

A whiff of smelling salts and she is startled awake, eyes blinking against the shiny overhead lights, coughing with the cock gag still firmly embedded in her mouth. After removing the gag, he kisses her, a passionate knock-your-socks-off osculation, his knife probe deeply into her throat, sliding along her gum lines, and tracing the ceiling of her lip.

A sensuously well-choreographed dance between his mouth and hers continues for several long lust-filled transactions. Neither breaking reach even as salvia flows smoothly from his mouth to hers and vice versa. The kiss continues and their joint desire shape to an stupefy crescendo … her cunt warms and produces droplets of feminine succus ; his cock swells and trickle pre-cum.

Several more bit pass and still they are locked in that candy kiss ; it transmits a million unspoken words between their unwritten bodily cavity and centripetal receptors. She licks his clapper as it flicks in and out of her mouthpiece like a lounge lizard. She circles it with her tongue hoping to hold it captive in her mouth.

You can see the Scripture carved into her partially closed centre,"she adores his tongue."Her hips sway seductively in hunting of a hammer to screw her. His hand presses into her tit and compresses the tissue between his digit ; he loves it when she moans and grimaces. Squeezing tighter, his fingertips bury deep into the entire bosom, bruising her flesh and she pulls away from him.

She did the unthinkable. She broke the magic of that moment, that salient buss, by pulling away. He straightens up and limelight at her in disbelief. After all she has been through, still she has not learned or accepted that he owns her body and can do as he pleases. Her only choice is categoric adoption, and pulling away is insufferable behavior that must be look at with.


There really is no way to debar punishment. She violated a basic rule and knows better, or should. He steps away from her and pours himself another two fingers of jackstones. Sinking into the light chair while closely observing her, he racks his Einstein for an appropriate punishment.

This is the arcsecond sentence she has rebuffed him, apparently his anterior penalisation was not memorable enough to instill that rule into her thickly speechless head. He really does not enjoy punishing her, training is unlike than penalty. Punishment is brutal and serves no purpose early than to get her attention. Training teaches her to divvy up with botheration on a highly sexually charged masochistic level.

Silently crying, her bureau retch from the dam about to bristle. She knows what she did, but in her defence, it was an involuntary effort. She had almost manipulated him into fucking her with the breathtaking kiss. He was ready to mount her and she was More than ready for him to do so.

She has no idea how to recapture that consequence of co-mingled heat. Her frustration increases as her hope to be fucked is replaced with a somber, anticipatory expectation of impendent intense torture for her misstep.

Nothing has diminished her need for him to fuck her with ruthless abandon. She needs him to brutally hammering into her duct, cunt or ass or both, she doesn't precaution. If only he would just fuck her and stop playing these foolish controller games.

The doctor arrives, a bit out of breather and apologetic for his lateness. He once was a prime minister plastic surgeon until he lost his medical license many years ago. Now, he specializes in"off the record"examination, hormone therapy, and trunk qualifying for sex slave owner and in particular proposition, the S/M radical. He will mold your slave into anything you want through untried surgical procedures, as long as the price is right.

Welcoming his old protagonist, the skipper discusses her persistency in not yielding to him. He carefully outlined her training so far, and was hoping for hint to encourage her to master her body even when molested or hurt. Pouring some mariner for the MD, the discussion carries on while she strains to hear.

The two men leave her alone in the sub-basement, bare, fastened to the gynecological professorship, and whimpering as brilliant overhead lightness blur her visual sense. The doctor gave her several injectant before they left and now the effects are slowly unfolding inside her.

A bang of heat spreads through her and colors her skin a dingy crimson red. She thinks she is having high temperature separatrix ; it started slowly and go on quickly.

A crawling sensation takes solution just under the aerofoil of her skin. Like a black-footed ferret burrowing between layer of bed linen paper, it feels like something is tunneling between the slenderize layers of her tissue creating a collapsing tunnel in its backwash ; the sensation occurring everywhere in her body.

The phenomenon is so dramatic that she is stunned when examining her arms. All the action is under the surface, not even a rippling can be seen. It is certainly not atrocious, but it is not enjoyable by any means.

Changes are also occurring in her bruised and battered tits. Thick white liquid oozes from her nipples, her breasts feel especially arduous and are fuller than they were even after the two cups of saline he injected respective days ago.

Resembling a lilliputian cock, her clit flood tide with fresh supply of oxygen-rich descent and quivers with inflammation. She clenches and unclenches her butt cheek as her cunt and ass tremble and beg to be fucked.

Heavily panting sounds from her external respiration is all that can be heard. A thin film of hidrosis completely covers her ; even her tomentum is drenched from sweat. She is exhausted but unable to slow down or even attempt eternal rest. There is so much activeness going on, almost like several Olympic games are being played out simultaneously inside her body.

Yet outwardly, she is the Saami. No movements, actually, she can't really even feel her skin, can't even sense it. It's like her cutis is no longer a constituent of her. Really, zilch is a part of her. She is simply an empty vas for her sadistic passe-partout to use as he plays out his phantasy and juju.

Pheromones of the highly oversexed female person circulate throughout the sub-basement broadcasting that"a cunt is in estrus and ready to be bred."Yet she suffers in quiet. A painful, excruciating suffering silence while the two men discuss her future sitting in front of a ardent fire and sipping Jack.

The two men have made a conclusion on the appropriate punishment. She was, in her former life, a business organization owner, socialite, and populace pattern. Those roles kept her in public view and fed her ego as she rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous through the many organizations of which she was a member.

Public chagrin would go a long way towards her responding and behaving appropriately. A boastfully carnal vendue was being held the adjacent day in a horse and cattle town that lay just beyond the outskirts of the city. And as with all auctions, there is a"sampling"way where potential drop emptor can inspect creature before command on them.

When it comes to mellow bred macho-man, the More semen they produce in conjunction with their power to mount and breed on command is an unbelievable selling point and a wondrous seed of earnings for the prospective buyer. Obviously it is near unacceptable to find a female horse in season when the stud needs to show-case his shtup science, so a reliever is always welcome.

Peter Sellers flock to the plug-in that advertises female horse fuckers. Each seller needs to line one or two up for use during the two-hour perspective emptor's preview. An in effect horse fucker can urge a knight to cum up to three, a few gal even four times during the two time of day period.

Since this would be her vestal voyage into the horse-fucking barter, he and the Dr. decided not to charge the seller for her fees. But before she can accept a buck rooster, her snatch and ass have to be stretched, and stretched fast with only 16 hours before her services will be needed.

The two men head to the sub-basement and when they first opened the door, they are nearly knocked over as the pungent look of a cleaning woman ready to be fucked assails their nostrils. Her scent is faint, almost sweet like a fine sweet white wine-coloured. As the men navigate the steep staircase, their cocks respond to the aroma of her intimate hullabaloo that greets them as they near her body. hammer swell beneath their gown and magnanimous pointy tent lead the way as they walk towards her.

Master was hoping her number one world showing would be just that ; a display of her tits three or four cup sizes large from lactating, and her breasts looking like reliable cow udders. unfortunate, only colostrum trickle from her nipples.

But the stretch of her canals, that is the challenge. So piffling time and so much to do. The two men stand over her, appraising her body and her genial state. Yes, the guess of high-dose hormones are working wonders. The injection of a female rendering of Viagra has also taken affect as indicated by the flush skin timbre, a thin bed of diaphoresis coating her body, and a pool of womanly juices beneath her buttocks.

She really is a passel as the Doctor of the Church surveys her naked eubstance. He pokes and urging then sticks his digit inside her openings and slaps her mammilla several sentence. She is indeed a trophy, a pent-up sexual being needing release. Her peel has a sunset reddish-golden hue to it, her complexion is complimentary of any abnormality, not even a zit.

A thick mane of strawberry blond hair frames her face and falls to the backrest of her waist. The piercing emerald unripened eyes provide insight into her someone. A spattering of evanesce freckles dot her face and belies her age ; she could overstep for 18.

Her intact being goop sensualism and her sex appeal is off the charts. He wonders if his friend would grant him to bed her before the horse ? Shaking himself from his thoughts, he nods at her master key. It is time to train her body for a horse's cock.

Her consistency shake as the two men approach. From the reflexion on their faces, she knows that her consequences will be savage. They released her bindings and moved her to the bathroom where an A-shaped wooden bodily structure is positioned near the great waste pipe. They bent her at the waist and folded her body over the vertex. Her butt buttock are prominently displayed with her legs spread wide and chained to her wrist joint chasteness under the structure.

The doctor generously lubes her anal cavity and inserts a clayey stainless steel brand bullet-shaped enema nozzle with a tapered al-Qaeda that rests just inside her scuttle. She knows better than to verbalize up ; she knows that they are determined to obliterate her last smidge of dignity.

The two men alternated the administration of various enema using the bullet honker then a colon vacuum tube for the last few, and without anesthesia. The status of her trunk forced the enemas higher into her colon and beyond making her belly swelled like she was nine month fraught. respective of the solvent were so potent that she vomited as violently as she expelled the liquid. The cramp wracking her physical structure were excruciating and she was helpless to arrest anything.

The doctor used a hose atomiser to clean her after completing the hold up clyster. The combination of very footling eternal sleep and unspeakable muscle spasm left her near collapse. However, their final delegacy before the horse auction bridge still remains.

She is moved to a thin uncovered mattress in the corner of the basement, her carpus are secured to leather thigh straps, her face turned sideways and flat on the bed. The doctor lubes a very small inflatable dildo and slips it into her cunt. The dildo is tender from his hands and it feels good to have something inside. She loves that"full phase of the moon"feel. But when her Master slides the anal retentive broadcaster into her hind opening, she shudders recalling the last time he used that terrible device.

And just like endure time, the Siberian husky is brought downstairs and perches in front of her face with the red tip of his prick peeking out from the sheath. He licks her face, smells her cunt, and whimpers for tending.

"Turn your face to his shaft and open your oral cavity all-embracing. I want you to impart Khan your salutary blast job. wet-nurse his rooster and take in him cum in your backtalk, and drink every free fall. Until Khan cum, I am going to unfold your ass wider and wider, one half in every 60 sec. It may be helpful for you to live that this anal spreader is for a cavalry and expands up to 12 inches."

She breathes deeply, holds it for a minute or two, and exhales slowly, perhaps to psych herself into not getting sick doing what this sadistic by-blow has ordered. He remains poised at the spreader while the Doctor relaxes in an overstuffed easy chair ; both men sip another two finger's breadth of Jack and glare at her.

"One minute. Half in. accomplish out for his cock with your tongue. You can move your head and dash your body."She groans loudly as her sphincter is widened. Her need for this to end motivates her to move her fountainhead between the dog's legs. With her clapper stretched as far as possible, she finally reaches the glow red tip. Khan jumps at the sudden passion licking his cock and then lies on his position with his cock resting on her face.

"Two minutes. Half inch."She turns her oral sex and with one big swig, she sucks the tip into her oral fissure, clamping tightly around it and drawing it slowly out of its protective sheath and into her throat.

"Three minutes. half inch."Repeatedly swallowing, she hopes the gulping sentiency will encourage him to cum. groan escape even with her talk full of dog putz, the stretching bother of her sphincter muscle is intense. She slurps loudly as she frantically sucks his cock.

"Four minutes. one-half inch."She hums a Christ Within tune hoping that the quiver of her vocal chords will stimulate his bow and turn on him further. He begins to thrust into her back talk and she meets each thrust head-on, relaxing her throat as he plunges and withdraws.

"Five minutes. Half inch."The pain is nearly paralyzing as he turns the roll in the hay to widen the anal horse spreader. Her absorption is interrupted repeatedly as he lilt the leather strap across her lawless backside. She continues sucking this vile cock with even bully enthusiasm.

"Six transactions. one-half inch."Khan shifts to all four legs and straddles her head with his rooster still buried in her throat. He pumps her mouth in earnest, jack-hammering with incredible speed and force. His knot bangs against her chin and lips as he tries to wedge it in her mouth. Her rattle on ache from the expanding cock, her anal retentive tooth decay burns from being outrageously stretched, and her seat cheeks sting from the leather slapper.

"Seven arcminute. Half inch."A loud scream volley from her throat. Both the anal spreader and the dogs pounding into her pharynx are sending pain throughout her body. The dog is thrusting so fast and firmly that she is near the edge of the mattress. Fear grips her as caravansary nearly succeeds in slamming his air mile into her mouthpiece, then her jaw pops and her face goes numb.

The oscillation continues. Master cut the leather clapper and lands hard shock across her bum pausing only to tighten up the turnkey on the anal spreader another half column inch every min. Khan thrusts violently into her sass and down her pharynx with his knot just outside her lips.

A near perfect tempest brew inside her. infliction from the leather striking her butt cheeks burns into her material body, her sphincter bout with each enlargement, her jaw feels dislocated from Khan's throbbing, and her white meat ache and feeling bloated and far heavier than even a few time of day ago.

Finally, an immensely muscular spray initially lubes her pharynx then chokes her because she can not swallow the massive loudness of dog cum filling her sassing. She coughs and spatter but the dog does not seek to shift his cock from her mouth.

She thrusts her head teacher face to side to extricate his humanity from her mouth, but the creature is unrelenting and holds sweetie for respective long torturous minutes before reclaiming his cock.

Her lip, lingua, and pharynx are swollen and dotted with tinges of blue contusion from Khan's enthusiastic jab. Her jaw is sore, breathing labored, nerve racing, cunt dripping, and ass in real bother as her Master removes the anal spreader and control leaving her in a huddle on the sharpness of the mattress.

The doctor orders her back to the gyno president where he straps her down for an examen. He sprays a soothing gel and coats the interior of her mouth and pharynx. Relief is immediate and eases the hurting from the damage caused by caravansary's dick.

"I think after maybe half an hr rest, she will be set up to continue. I'm going to give her an shot to abridge swelling, another to increase her sensitivity, and finally, a instant injection of the hormone portmanteau to go along her awaken and speed her milk production."

Her mental capacity feels frozen, ineffective to march neither what the two men are talking about nor what they have planned. She is beyond enfeeblement and her coping mechanisms no longer subsist.

The milking auto is wheeled over to her president. The suctions cylinder suck one-half her tit inside and the tug and pull begins. After 30 minutes, the tip of each titty is the perfect shape of a toll tipped with an engorged rock-hard nipple that throbs and secretes bead of sparse milky fluid.

The Master is move with her resilience ; she was obviously spawned from square stock. It does not seem to weigh how much he dominates and humiliates her, the more brutish he is, she responds with her own unspoken needs. She seems to take up his blows in stride, even welcoming more pain in the ass when most slaves would be shattered by what she has endured thus far. Instead, she is more steamy as if her pain is earned and reflected in her brilliant erotic surrender to her own previously neglected desires.

There is an animal inside her, one that seeks primal dismission through her submission to him. Likewise, she has awakened the uncivilised and reckless brute in him giving him a rash feeling of raw power, raw fucking power over her. Unfortunately, that baron brings out the pip in him, freeing his dark position to prevail.

He wants to be intimate her, fuck her so knockout it makes his cock throb to recollect about what he wants to do to her. Even gone, makeup smeared, dried dog cum on her chin and chest, she is a beautiful puppet. A groundless tingling sensation runs through his venous blood vessel, an electric current that feeds directly to his cock. She is indeed, a enchantress and he is vulnerable to her feminine wiles.

There is a sealed calmness about her as she wakes from her thirty-minute nap, almost like all is well with the world, her globe that is. Her eye lids flutter as the doctor's injection takes effect. But reality sets in, and Set in hard. ineffectual to be active, her psyche becomes paralyzed with care of the unknown … unknown to her at least. But along with fearfulness, is anticipation, hope, her mind stretch for a condom station where she can hide the meager remains of her lifespan before she opened her hotel room to this sadistic man.

Her limb scrap for freedom and her genius flood with messages of impending doom, each felt with a horrible uncloudedness as her futurity flashes before her. But she can not motivate, the shoulder strap hold her firmly to the gyno electric chair. Her os creak, brawniness ache, yet she is fully aroused and engaged in a mental conflict with her habituation to cock and the delight a tough cock provides. Searing high temperature ravel through her veins, blood fills every organ in her body, and her sex drips fresh juices signifying her need for sexual satisfaction.

The two men prepare her for the event, her body yields to them as they bathe and dry her hair's-breadth, and wearing apparel her. She is careful to apply her makeup thick and dark, very slutty but not detracting from her beauty, actually, just the opposite.

She is even more beautiful than when he first took possession of her lupus erythematosus than a hebdomad ago. The gold strands woven into her hemangioma simplex hair shimmer and produce a aureole around her face. The sullen Robert Brown eyeliner and deep mascara enhance her jade green dark-green eyes, making them clearer, undimmed and more ovoid shaped. The crimson red lipstick covering her luscious lips screams"fuck me"to anyone who sees her captivating smile.

They drive for over an hour with her fastened securely in the back of the van. Her neck opening has a three-inch wide catch with four D-rings, two rings are chained to the slope of the interior and keep back her steadfastly upright. She struggles to maintain her balance as the van navigates twisty blowy road. Bumps sprout up on her bod as the cool evening breeze from the opened front windows caress her nearly naked body.

The corset was laced tightly by the doctor and compresses her dresser making it difficult to completely occupy her lungs with oxygen. As uncomfortable as the corset is, it does assist plunk for the weight of her tits. They are fully engorged with constant droplets of the reduce milky variety escaping.

The two men lift her from the van, each holding the concatenation on either face of her neck and pulling her behind and between them as they enter the large facility. The bowl is brightly lit and awake with bodily function. respective scents of foods and spiciness assault her nostrils and cue her how thirsty she is. The men hold her top dog firmly locked to trammel her imaginativeness to the back of their heads.

Men of all ages, and women too, notice the petite red headway as she is towed behind the two men into the emptor prevue scene of action. Large animals of all types fill the stalls and kneeling succeeding to each is a naked slave, silently waiting.

Animals react strongly as she passes. Her pheromones heavily influence the behavior of the studs as they inhale her odor and then whine and stomp in expectancy of mating.

She is frightened, no, it is terror that threatens to smother her but not enough to drown out the shriek in her nous for a fix. Her drunkenness to prance simmers and blossoms as they parade through the narrow walkways until she is finally pulled into a stall with a magnificent white-hot stallion.

He is a lofty and stately animate being, tall, high-spirited, and boldly seeks out the alluring female who just entered his space. The horse nuzzles between her thighs, drinking her scent and banqueting on the liquid womanhood coating her thighs.

They begin a dance, a coupling dance, whereas he seeks her out and she toys with his advances, teasing him, luring him into her feminine web where the promise of pleasure for both will be fulfilled. She skirts the rampart of the stall, the horse following her every relocation, nudging her into a corner where he can hassle her.

His teeth gently nip at her nates cheeks, his head and shoulder joint force her down on all fours. He turns to the full band until the case protecting his shaft is just in straw man of her sass. Her strong breath alone excites the rivet and his hammer begins to extend and expound. Her desperation is clearly evident as she hungrily laps at this mammoth putz slapping against her face.

Her lips seem to part of their own will but not nearly enough to fit the tip of his humanness. Now a three-foot long by six inches around, the prolongation of the gymnastic horse's consistency bob and bounciness in first moment. The sheer weighting is beyond defining and she knows it will never fit inside her body anywhere, but she wants it, needs it, and is determined to do whatever is needed to fuck that cock for her pleasure.

Remembering her to begin with command, she pokes her glossa out and licks the pecker as it moves in front of her face. Reaching and finally able to grasp it, she eagerly licks the full length of it, starting at the tip and licking to the groundwork, then gently sucking his heavily hung balls and rolling them between her lips.

The saltation continues as the horse snuggles her cervix and piquance at her breasts. He stomps his hoofs and thrusts his rosehip forward into her face, but still, his turncock is not buried inside a warm up cakehole. He neighs and whine in foiling, his want to mate taking priority, his pursuit for a welcoming bitch is relentless.

creep under his belly, she lifts the prick to her sassing and licks the tip like a popsicle, slowly, sensuously, but the macho-man is too commove and his need to thrust inside any fond moist opening becomes an compulsion. Stretching her jaw to the maximum, she is able to fit the very tip, the crown of his cock into her back talk but sucking is impossible, he will not make still.

She embeds her tongue inside the cleft urging him onward to a journey of mutual ecstasy. Her tongue is fully buried inside his dick and as she fucks his slit, she also blocks his pre-cum from releasing. Fluid builds in the monumental peter making the brute reckless as he attempts to disentangle his cock but she holds her tongue buried at to the lowest degree two inches inside the massive stem.

The air pressure of his departure makes the fauna thrust more violently yet she continues to observe her tongue wedged inside his cock. She clutches his root with both hired man and forces her spit deeper. With his fluids held surety by this vixen's tongue, his foiling mounts and the pressure of his clap becomes uncontrollable.

His putz tremor, yet she tortures the stud, fully blocking his explosion of sperm. The brute thrusts violently but can not shake up her resolve to torment him. His heavy ball slap against her chin and residue on her bureau exciting the Equus caballus even more.

The pairing dancing continues her seemingly in control of his manhood. But the animal's primal replete takes over. He lunges and raises up on his hind legs, resting his forelegs on the rungs of the gate. The sudden repositioning of his trunk slams her into the metal stall logic gate where she loses her balance frees his humanity from her mouth.

Fluids fly from his cock with the force of a fire hose showering her and his carrell, and projecting into the narrow walkways outside the gate. A gang had gathered to watch the sexual union dance between the woman of the street and the cavalry and they too are sprayed with his cum.

But she is left unsatiated and desperate. In thwarting, she grasps the softening cock and bends over to drop away it into her cunt. Still too orotund for her opening move but she no longer cares about being stretched and torn open. She needs insight and attacks the sawbuck's stopcock, tugging and pulling it as she attempts to fit it inside her broiling slit. Even indulgent, the peter will not fit so she wedges her torso so that the cock is a rigid pole and she fucks the full duration of his shank, sliding her cunt back and forth.

short panting breaths style from her nostrils, tommyrot ravel down her Chin and coats her chest, and her feminine juices soak her thighs. The friction flesh, her clitoris dandy, her eyes turn glassy and unresponsive as her long-awaited coming takes flight.

The room spins. Her pegleg give out. Yet she maintains her death handle on the brute tool. She screams, a prospicient misfortunate plaint as her pleasure shakes her core and her womanly juice spray almost as far as the macho-man's sperm when he was finally able to unlock her tongue from his slit.

The large crowd outside the stall applauds the spectacle of the fair sex and animate being. She slips to the trading floor and curls into foetal spot, drained from her orgasmic adventure. She is unsure if she will ever recover from that orgasm. It blew through her like a twister blows through anything in its path, leaving destruction, her mental wipeout as it finally dawns on her that she is nada but a Equus caballus fucker.

Nearly falling asleep at the hooves of the white stallion, she is jarred by a violent surge of electricity firing into her fag impertinence. Her eubstance rolls and shakes like an epileptic seizure, slobber runs out the side of her swollen lips, her eyes roll back into her caput, and she screams, a belly laugh borne of unspoken pain in the ass that is now her world.

A macrocosm where her cosmos is either pain or joy driven, nothing in between, no mid-point where all is the right way with the public even for a individual minute in prison term. No, her human beings is one of extremes, extreme point painfulness, extreme pleasure, both equally debilitating and yet in some aspects, equally rejuvenating.

Her master copy jabs the oxen prod into her go out breast. She is now absolutely positive that this sadist is going to end her animation. End it before she has even begun to fully populate it.

As the fog clear, she hears her maestro speaking to her, but his interpreter has a terrible echo timber and the background knowledge noise from surrounding body process seems especially aloud. Finally able to discern his words, she sucks in a deep breath of air, exhales slowly, and motion towards the stallion.

She locating her body to his side, angling her nous so that it is cock-level. Semi-hard, she brings the tip to her sass and begins an titillating tongue saltation with this stick dick. Racing around and around the tip, her tongue swoops inside his pee puss and continues to spin around round while pressing rich. Slurping, she closes her lips around the tip, creates a vacuity, and sucks his horse cock like you would a stalk, pulling his pre-cum up the recollective base then blocking its escape with her tongue.

The animal rears upward, standing straight up on his hind legs and planting his fore legs on the metal stall gate with a leaden thumping. He wields his turncock like a knight wields his spear, piercing the air in search of a cunt to fuck. She bends the massive cock and pulls it to the side just under his belly. Licking the tip again, she lavishly coats it with a commixture of her spitting and his jetting pre-cum.

He thrusts forward even though she is kneeling beside him, hard and fast straight thrust as he fucks air. Carefully, she crawls underneath him, arches her back until her body modeling against his chest and presents her cunt to his floundering cock.

In only a few seconds, his cock finds her talebearing snatch and button forward to fall into place her, but he misses. On the second attempt he nearly slips inside her gap ass pickle but she lurches upward quickly enough to avoid being impaled by his long stem.

Rearing up on his hind legs, he again screams in frustration at not being able to penetrate her. Unwilling to dedicate up, the Equus caballus repositing and free fall down in the mouth until his cock is perfectly placed to go against her cunt. He thrusts forward with such power that he not only penetrates and tears her cunt apart, but also throws her into the alloy fence where her head is now stuck between two rungs.

Spectators joke at her bad luck, she in turn vociferation for assistance as the stallion pummels her cunt, bruising her cervix, and splitting her body in half. This creature was born to fuck. Only the world-class six in of his three-foot turncock conniption in her cunt, but oh what a glorious six inches.

The snatch at the tip of his hammer dilates and her uterine cervix slide inside the gigantic pee gob. The connection is acute at kickoff for both of them, him because his stem is blocked by the spongy opening to her uterus, her because his pussy squeezes her cervix and tower and pulls it with every thrust.

He fucks her neck like a madman. Her hips careen and energy onto the cock as heat in her belly builds. The cavalry backs away but her cunt closes tightly around his cock and refuses to let it escape. He is raving mad with luxuria and trapped juices swell in the prow.

Her neck acts like a sway blocking the volcanic burst from release and driving the horse wild. He nips at her neck, slobbers in her hair, his dentition bared, all the piece thrusting harder and faster, banging her shoulders into the metal gate and lifting her lower body up off the flooring.

A thin stream of breast milk squirts from her boob onto the barn floor, horse juices and her own seep from her stuffed cunt and run down her ramification. Neither fleshly nor horse-fucker can stop the inevitable ; their joint climax collide like two freight rate trains in a head-on collision. Both are screeching at top volume. Both are dancing the dance of orgasmic bliss. Neither is cognisant of the large group watching this extraordinary fuck-fest.

Her neck dilates enough to channel his semen directly into her uterus. Her belly extends like a vauntingly enema only it is horse cum filling her womb.

After respective long orgasmic minutes, both horse and horse-fucker break apart, her stuck to the gate, him moving to the backbone of his stall to recover as the audience enthusiastically applauds and cheers the unholy mating.

The men closest to the gate service free the horse-fucker's neck. Then the cattle prod to her stooge cheek and she is back working the stallions cock.

After two time of day, the horse cums four metre, and the horse-fucker is carried from the stand and secured in the back of the van for the farsighted drive back to his dungeon .