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Hotwife seeking Peril
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montycrusto
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Looks like she’s in peril already.. from splinters
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
Have her legs tied apart....fuck her senseless.
Tie her to a post,whip her body....
Then tie her to a cross....
Tie her to a post,whip her body....
Then tie her to a cross....
oranges
Assistant executioner
Maybe she should be nailed and carried to the waiting Slave Galley, she looks like a perfect naked Figure Head waiting to be fixed to the prow
She just needs hammering to the timber and tipping forward and securing in position and we are ready to cast off. We must be almost ready to sail as a naked Galley slave has arrived.
She just needs hammering to the timber and tipping forward and securing in position and we are ready to cast off. We must be almost ready to sail as a naked Galley slave has arrived.
oranges
Assistant executioner
A day at the distant Nudist Beach
Has all the prospects of not turning out as planned. Her body is attractive and she knows it. Attractive to the wrong types ...
She needs to cover up ...
Not be displaying herself like that. Or is it too late !
It now looks like it, Peril is upon her !
She is already wet on the outside and now with the appearance of the monster wet on the inside, what an adventure !
Has all the prospects of not turning out as planned. Her body is attractive and she knows it. Attractive to the wrong types ...
She needs to cover up ...
Not be displaying herself like that. Or is it too late !
It now looks like it, Peril is upon her !
She is already wet on the outside and now with the appearance of the monster wet on the inside, what an adventure !
oranges
Assistant executioner
A Complete Story
Her husband has persuaded his wife to take her passion for nudism one step further. She is naturally submissive and has tried some light bondage and spankings. She confesses her desire to exhibit herself like the crux girls. Her husband decides to take her to a secluded place. She strips. She lies on the rough timber, the sharp wood teases her naked body as he stands back to admire her form and position she asks in an almost whisper what he is doing. Is he going to nail her like this she asks? Or has he arranged for someone else to do the deed on her. Perhaps he has. Perhaps he is inviting that man, any man, to do her now, like this:
A man who recognises a beautiful woman readying herself for him. She is in a heightened state now. Her husband has taken photographs and posted them on the Crux Forum. The same forum that got her so wet looking at the other 'crux girls'. Now she is (almost) one herself.
She is breathing more heavily, the thrill of her predicament is making her become increasingly wet. The thrill of exhibiting herself, displaying herself, the hundreds of men who will be gazing on her nude form. The expectation of not knowing what they are thinking, what they have planned for her, she is fearful and a little afraid but she is also moaning and she is resolute. She is definitely going to go through with it.
Her heart pounding as in her thoughts she is begging 'to be told'. To be told how many men will be carrying out the final act of securing her willing naked body to the timber. They will let her achieve the experience and the rush of a full crucifixion. To become just like the other girls on the forum. Her juices are flowing so much they are staining the dry parched timber as she wriggles her shapely bottom on the gnarled trunk, she has placed her delicate feet in the perfect position to be pinioned, her hands behind her tiny waist emphasising her tits. She is almost but not quite the crux girl she has fantasised about, her innermost desire to be exhibited naked and taken to be summarily crucified is moments away. She is ready, so ready. She deserves this as she lays her head back in a true subservient way her nipples go rock hard, her chest is heaving pushing up her magnificent tits.
"Oh my god" she says half under her breath "please" she says, not in a plea for clemency but for the man or men to step forward, make themselves known and deliver her just punishment. She has been naughty, she knows this and as a result has given away control. A man, any man will be telling her very soon what he needs from her in her final moments.
This is it, the moment of her crucifixion has arrived. There are dozens if not hundreds of men now looking at her. These are the men her husband warned her about when she described her ultimate fantasy. These are the members of the Crux Forum. The men who know how a woman like her should be dealt with. The same men who she agreed to expose herself to, men who will have sadistic thoughts and ultimately do the deed for her.
Her husband had warned her that if she showed herself like she is now on the forum, totally bare and in a submissive position then she had to be prepared for the consequences. She wants it even more as she listens to her husbands warnings, just as he has described the forum members are already forming their plans for this woman. She is here displaying herself and she clearly is ready.
"Tell them to do their worst with me" she whispers ...then she adds: "and please tell them that they must tell me what to do, they must order me, use me however they want" she is approaching her first orgasm as she then whispers; "tell all the men to not in any way hold back as to what it is you will all do to my little naked body, I want to hear ALL of your plans for me...."
The Futile Escape 1
This was all proving too much. She had followed his instructions to the letter, had not resisted or complained. She had been a good Hotwife for years and now she was pushing her own boundaries at his suggestion and encouragement
The nails were there in a neat pile as was the two heavy hammers and a mallet, just in case, the old timber tree trunk had been tested for suitability the week before and it hadn’t rained so the timber hadn’t needed covering, it was nice and brittle and dry, just what you need for long penetrating spiked nails.
Everything was in place. Everything she needed to see through her fantasy. The day and started as he had planned. She woke and showered and di her hair and make up. she wanted to look he best for the strangers she would be meeting later. She knew her place and put on her heels and lay back on the sofa, eyes closed as he preferred and fingered herself. Her all over tan looked really good, acquired from long hot days at their secret spot where the timber had been set in place.
He had taken her roughly that morning and left a load of cum inside her.
This added to her sexual mood, which had now become a frustration. One familiar cock and minor pain was not what she had been promised. She wanted to be executed after taking many more cocks than this one, many more...
It was not her role to complain. She knew that. She was there to obey, to do exactly as she was told. And she had.
They had arrived and set everything up, she had stripped to a string bikini as they were making their first preparations. Just in case there were hikers in the area....
There wasn't a sole around for miles and she took the bikini off and as he had promised he burnt that and the rest of her clothes. She wouldn’t be needing them. The heavy timber was a good fit on her slender naked body, he had chosen well. This would be a good way to end her, she thought.
The level of sexual tension inside her was immense. This was the most erotic thing she had ever done, by some considerable margin. The culmination of her life’s fantasises aver since she was little girl looking at the images of the naked pretty women undergoing a bare naked inquisition. It seemed so natural a thing to do, to punish naked women.
This was her day.
As she lay back on the timber ready for the men to do their worst with the cum she had been holding in leaked out. At that very moment she heard a sound. The sound of gravel under boots. Heavy boots, men’s boots.
They were here at last. She had a shuddering orgasm there and then. This was her second of the day and it wouldn’t be her last.
The Futile Escape 2
Her killers had arrived.
The desolate landscape contrasted sharply with the victim’s soft and curved body. Her deep tan she had been working on for weeks standing out against the light fawns and greens of the desert. She was miles from anywhere, miles from any prospect of rescue.
This was how it would be.
She was too good a body to just simply execute there and then. The images the husband had shared with the gang members did not do her justice. This was one seriously fit woman.
They would need some ‘time’ with her first. She let out a long sigh of a mixture of frustration and outright pleasure. She was going to be their sexual plaything.
She was still standing in the 'wilderness' as they discussed what to do with her next: "lie down bitch" she immediately reacted and stretched herself submissively her arms above her head and her delicate feet pointing. Would they now rape her?
Sucking frantically she took them all in her mouth. Sperming into her filling her throat and into her belly, god they were so rough! She loved it, the degradation, the humiliation !
The Futile Escape 3
After what seemed like hours the last cock spermed down her throat and she gulped down another load. She had taken so much that two thoughts crossed her mind; could they see that her belly was actually slightly distended so full had they made her and perhaps more importantly if they were all ‘spent’ and they had had their fill then what would now happen to her.
Would they after all see through their agreed plan to execute her. All the preparations being potentially derailed because they all wanted to fuck her instead of snuffing her.
Clearly these guys were ruthless, the way she had just been treated proved that beyond any doubt, she felt like a rag doll covered in sperm and spittle all down her tits. There was a conversation going on. It was still the best part of a very sunny day and she was feeling hot, hot that way and ‘hot’
Then one of them spoke “we want you to escape, so we can hunt you down, that’s how we are going to do it…” she looked shocked
No crucifixion? Surely not…
“When I count to three you will set off, then I will count to one hundred and we are coming for you, head towards the sea then the boulder field” he added
This was a trap
The boulder field was virtually impenetrable, hard to traverse even in full hiking gear. She was naked in bare feet. She surmised that’s where they would take her down.
She set off towards the seashore as instructed conscious of her nudity and the increased chance of being seen. No matter her pussy was dripping wet down her legs and she still had cum all over her front. she was getting out of breath now in this bizarre hunting game
Pausing to check where she was the boulder field came into view, that was where she would be ended
When she reached the rock boundary it was pointless trying to evade the hunters anymore and so she stopped and they told her exactly what they wanted her to do.
She was to make her way up the steep slope and when they were happy with her position she was to stop and wait instructions
This was the erotic moment as the men looked up at her. assuming the semi crucifix position she had achieved on the timber she waited.
Her husband has persuaded his wife to take her passion for nudism one step further. She is naturally submissive and has tried some light bondage and spankings. She confesses her desire to exhibit herself like the crux girls. Her husband decides to take her to a secluded place. She strips. She lies on the rough timber, the sharp wood teases her naked body as he stands back to admire her form and position she asks in an almost whisper what he is doing. Is he going to nail her like this she asks? Or has he arranged for someone else to do the deed on her. Perhaps he has. Perhaps he is inviting that man, any man, to do her now, like this:
A man who recognises a beautiful woman readying herself for him. She is in a heightened state now. Her husband has taken photographs and posted them on the Crux Forum. The same forum that got her so wet looking at the other 'crux girls'. Now she is (almost) one herself.
She is breathing more heavily, the thrill of her predicament is making her become increasingly wet. The thrill of exhibiting herself, displaying herself, the hundreds of men who will be gazing on her nude form. The expectation of not knowing what they are thinking, what they have planned for her, she is fearful and a little afraid but she is also moaning and she is resolute. She is definitely going to go through with it.
Her heart pounding as in her thoughts she is begging 'to be told'. To be told how many men will be carrying out the final act of securing her willing naked body to the timber. They will let her achieve the experience and the rush of a full crucifixion. To become just like the other girls on the forum. Her juices are flowing so much they are staining the dry parched timber as she wriggles her shapely bottom on the gnarled trunk, she has placed her delicate feet in the perfect position to be pinioned, her hands behind her tiny waist emphasising her tits. She is almost but not quite the crux girl she has fantasised about, her innermost desire to be exhibited naked and taken to be summarily crucified is moments away. She is ready, so ready. She deserves this as she lays her head back in a true subservient way her nipples go rock hard, her chest is heaving pushing up her magnificent tits.
"Oh my god" she says half under her breath "please" she says, not in a plea for clemency but for the man or men to step forward, make themselves known and deliver her just punishment. She has been naughty, she knows this and as a result has given away control. A man, any man will be telling her very soon what he needs from her in her final moments.
This is it, the moment of her crucifixion has arrived. There are dozens if not hundreds of men now looking at her. These are the men her husband warned her about when she described her ultimate fantasy. These are the members of the Crux Forum. The men who know how a woman like her should be dealt with. The same men who she agreed to expose herself to, men who will have sadistic thoughts and ultimately do the deed for her.
Her husband had warned her that if she showed herself like she is now on the forum, totally bare and in a submissive position then she had to be prepared for the consequences. She wants it even more as she listens to her husbands warnings, just as he has described the forum members are already forming their plans for this woman. She is here displaying herself and she clearly is ready.
"Tell them to do their worst with me" she whispers ...then she adds: "and please tell them that they must tell me what to do, they must order me, use me however they want" she is approaching her first orgasm as she then whispers; "tell all the men to not in any way hold back as to what it is you will all do to my little naked body, I want to hear ALL of your plans for me...."
The Futile Escape 1
This was all proving too much. She had followed his instructions to the letter, had not resisted or complained. She had been a good Hotwife for years and now she was pushing her own boundaries at his suggestion and encouragement
The nails were there in a neat pile as was the two heavy hammers and a mallet, just in case, the old timber tree trunk had been tested for suitability the week before and it hadn’t rained so the timber hadn’t needed covering, it was nice and brittle and dry, just what you need for long penetrating spiked nails.
Everything was in place. Everything she needed to see through her fantasy. The day and started as he had planned. She woke and showered and di her hair and make up. she wanted to look he best for the strangers she would be meeting later. She knew her place and put on her heels and lay back on the sofa, eyes closed as he preferred and fingered herself. Her all over tan looked really good, acquired from long hot days at their secret spot where the timber had been set in place.
He had taken her roughly that morning and left a load of cum inside her.
This added to her sexual mood, which had now become a frustration. One familiar cock and minor pain was not what she had been promised. She wanted to be executed after taking many more cocks than this one, many more...
It was not her role to complain. She knew that. She was there to obey, to do exactly as she was told. And she had.
They had arrived and set everything up, she had stripped to a string bikini as they were making their first preparations. Just in case there were hikers in the area....
There wasn't a sole around for miles and she took the bikini off and as he had promised he burnt that and the rest of her clothes. She wouldn’t be needing them. The heavy timber was a good fit on her slender naked body, he had chosen well. This would be a good way to end her, she thought.
The level of sexual tension inside her was immense. This was the most erotic thing she had ever done, by some considerable margin. The culmination of her life’s fantasises aver since she was little girl looking at the images of the naked pretty women undergoing a bare naked inquisition. It seemed so natural a thing to do, to punish naked women.
This was her day.
As she lay back on the timber ready for the men to do their worst with the cum she had been holding in leaked out. At that very moment she heard a sound. The sound of gravel under boots. Heavy boots, men’s boots.
They were here at last. She had a shuddering orgasm there and then. This was her second of the day and it wouldn’t be her last.
The Futile Escape 2
Her killers had arrived.
The desolate landscape contrasted sharply with the victim’s soft and curved body. Her deep tan she had been working on for weeks standing out against the light fawns and greens of the desert. She was miles from anywhere, miles from any prospect of rescue.
This was how it would be.
She was too good a body to just simply execute there and then. The images the husband had shared with the gang members did not do her justice. This was one seriously fit woman.
They would need some ‘time’ with her first. She let out a long sigh of a mixture of frustration and outright pleasure. She was going to be their sexual plaything.
She was still standing in the 'wilderness' as they discussed what to do with her next: "lie down bitch" she immediately reacted and stretched herself submissively her arms above her head and her delicate feet pointing. Would they now rape her?
Sucking frantically she took them all in her mouth. Sperming into her filling her throat and into her belly, god they were so rough! She loved it, the degradation, the humiliation !
The Futile Escape 3
After what seemed like hours the last cock spermed down her throat and she gulped down another load. She had taken so much that two thoughts crossed her mind; could they see that her belly was actually slightly distended so full had they made her and perhaps more importantly if they were all ‘spent’ and they had had their fill then what would now happen to her.
Would they after all see through their agreed plan to execute her. All the preparations being potentially derailed because they all wanted to fuck her instead of snuffing her.
Clearly these guys were ruthless, the way she had just been treated proved that beyond any doubt, she felt like a rag doll covered in sperm and spittle all down her tits. There was a conversation going on. It was still the best part of a very sunny day and she was feeling hot, hot that way and ‘hot’
Then one of them spoke “we want you to escape, so we can hunt you down, that’s how we are going to do it…” she looked shocked
No crucifixion? Surely not…
“When I count to three you will set off, then I will count to one hundred and we are coming for you, head towards the sea then the boulder field” he added
This was a trap
The boulder field was virtually impenetrable, hard to traverse even in full hiking gear. She was naked in bare feet. She surmised that’s where they would take her down.
She set off towards the seashore as instructed conscious of her nudity and the increased chance of being seen. No matter her pussy was dripping wet down her legs and she still had cum all over her front. she was getting out of breath now in this bizarre hunting game
Pausing to check where she was the boulder field came into view, that was where she would be ended
When she reached the rock boundary it was pointless trying to evade the hunters anymore and so she stopped and they told her exactly what they wanted her to do.
She was to make her way up the steep slope and when they were happy with her position she was to stop and wait instructions
This was the erotic moment as the men looked up at her. assuming the semi crucifix position she had achieved on the timber she waited.
Nightman
Executioner
She looks a little over-dressed to me.
oranges
Assistant executioner
Story Theme Fantasies
Scene 1 – A Gyno Experience
Deborah works in an office and is quite senior so she is always very smartly dressed, she is considered a bit of a looker and somewhat unapproachable by many of her colleagues and because of this tries to be a bit too provocative with her short skirt lengths and the height of her heels. This has mixed results. Many of the men cannot take their eyes off her whilst others, like all of the women, despise her and talk about bringing her down a peg or two. She is aware of this and fantasises about them ‘taking her in hand’. She likes to wear nylons or pantyhose, and in the summer short skirts, bare legs and heels. She is very submissive but suppresses her inner desires for humiliation and torture whilst it at work, this is only something she really understands and her husband only has an inkling about.
In her first fantasy her annual gyno examination is coming up and she has been sent the papers from a clinic she doesn’t know, in a place she has never heard of. She asks around and then sees on a dark web site a few of the stories from other women who have been there that it operates more like a rape centre. They have been turning up for their appointments and been sexually abused by the people and ‘doctors’ when they undergo their ‘examinations’. Being told to strip fully and have no smocks to wear whilst laying spread eagled on the gyno chair. The chairs having the most extreme settings for a woman’s body imaginable. According to the site the naked examination starts with a routine inspection of the outer lips and anus on the chair with the girls feet high in the stirrups and a normally open leggedposition and then the chairs stirrups move apart wider to allow the doctors to crowd in and the procedure moves on to a check of clitoral stimulation. The clitoris is taken out of its sheath with pliers and pain tolerance is determined by the use a range of instruments including probes, tweezers, piercing devices and electrical contacts. The examination concludes with a metal insertion probe all the way to the cervix to measure maximum vagina expansion and penetration depth. Once the probe has achieved its dilation then a manual inspection ensues where doctors take it in turn to insert their fists and forearms in the girls.
Deborah was soaking wet after reading of the girls experience and rang the new clinic there and then to confirm her appointment. On the day of the appointments she is nervous and expectant. When she gets there she is shown the examination room and walks in to find the ‘doctors’ waiting for her. Without ceremony she is stripped forcibly, all her clothes being ripped off and then discarded. She is told she will now be like this for the rest of her procedures, she deserves to be nude after the naughty things they have been told she has been doing with her body.
They take her naked into the gyno room, throw her down and open her up where her cunt is first photographed and uploaded to the website. The cameras are turned on and she is introduced to the virtual audience. After an hour and a half of the most thorough punishment of her sex organ she has ever experienced she is at maximum dilation, as if she has given birth, her whole lower body is covered in sweat and her inner thighs are sore with the stretching of her legs out to the sides. Her clitoris is protruding an inch or more still attached to electrical clamps which have pulse shocked her for over an hour.
She has been probed by increasingly larger devices and several men who are not doctors, have had their fists all the way in her ramming at her cervix the whole time her clit is connected to the painful electrical cables. The cables are pulled off and her legs lowered as the men form a line and then she is gang raped on video for a further 40 minutes as a ‘teaching aid’ for other harlots and for the man who commissioned her punishment.
She is left on the chair as cum drips out of her distended pussy onto the floor.
The men are finished with her, for now. She will be communicated with in due time and she will be dealt with again in a week or so, once her swollen and battered cunt has had time to fully recover
Scene 1 – A Gyno Experience
Deborah works in an office and is quite senior so she is always very smartly dressed, she is considered a bit of a looker and somewhat unapproachable by many of her colleagues and because of this tries to be a bit too provocative with her short skirt lengths and the height of her heels. This has mixed results. Many of the men cannot take their eyes off her whilst others, like all of the women, despise her and talk about bringing her down a peg or two. She is aware of this and fantasises about them ‘taking her in hand’. She likes to wear nylons or pantyhose, and in the summer short skirts, bare legs and heels. She is very submissive but suppresses her inner desires for humiliation and torture whilst it at work, this is only something she really understands and her husband only has an inkling about.
In her first fantasy her annual gyno examination is coming up and she has been sent the papers from a clinic she doesn’t know, in a place she has never heard of. She asks around and then sees on a dark web site a few of the stories from other women who have been there that it operates more like a rape centre. They have been turning up for their appointments and been sexually abused by the people and ‘doctors’ when they undergo their ‘examinations’. Being told to strip fully and have no smocks to wear whilst laying spread eagled on the gyno chair. The chairs having the most extreme settings for a woman’s body imaginable. According to the site the naked examination starts with a routine inspection of the outer lips and anus on the chair with the girls feet high in the stirrups and a normally open leggedposition and then the chairs stirrups move apart wider to allow the doctors to crowd in and the procedure moves on to a check of clitoral stimulation. The clitoris is taken out of its sheath with pliers and pain tolerance is determined by the use a range of instruments including probes, tweezers, piercing devices and electrical contacts. The examination concludes with a metal insertion probe all the way to the cervix to measure maximum vagina expansion and penetration depth. Once the probe has achieved its dilation then a manual inspection ensues where doctors take it in turn to insert their fists and forearms in the girls.
Deborah was soaking wet after reading of the girls experience and rang the new clinic there and then to confirm her appointment. On the day of the appointments she is nervous and expectant. When she gets there she is shown the examination room and walks in to find the ‘doctors’ waiting for her. Without ceremony she is stripped forcibly, all her clothes being ripped off and then discarded. She is told she will now be like this for the rest of her procedures, she deserves to be nude after the naughty things they have been told she has been doing with her body.
They take her naked into the gyno room, throw her down and open her up where her cunt is first photographed and uploaded to the website. The cameras are turned on and she is introduced to the virtual audience. After an hour and a half of the most thorough punishment of her sex organ she has ever experienced she is at maximum dilation, as if she has given birth, her whole lower body is covered in sweat and her inner thighs are sore with the stretching of her legs out to the sides. Her clitoris is protruding an inch or more still attached to electrical clamps which have pulse shocked her for over an hour.
She has been probed by increasingly larger devices and several men who are not doctors, have had their fists all the way in her ramming at her cervix the whole time her clit is connected to the painful electrical cables. The cables are pulled off and her legs lowered as the men form a line and then she is gang raped on video for a further 40 minutes as a ‘teaching aid’ for other harlots and for the man who commissioned her punishment.
She is left on the chair as cum drips out of her distended pussy onto the floor.
The men are finished with her, for now. She will be communicated with in due time and she will be dealt with again in a week or so, once her swollen and battered cunt has had time to fully recover
oranges
Assistant executioner
Scene 2 – Another Harsh Experience
Deborah groaned as she eased herself off the chair, and as she put her bare feet down almost slipping on all the cum and other fluids, she staggered over to where her clothes had been thrown. She slipped on her heels and her dress but couldn’t manage her panties so sore was she.
Walking gingerly out of the back entrance as cum trickled down her legs to her car that they had moved there out of sight, she opened the door and took her coat and placed it on the leather seat. She gingerly got in and groaned as her red raw and massively swollen pussy touched the coat material.
He pussy was so inflamed it actually didn’t look like it belonged to her. She didn’t recognise it. The men had almost destroyed her sex. Her nipples had been mauled, as had her tits and they wouldn’t go down.
There was no comfortable position. She looked under her dress at her mons and her flapping distended lips. They looked like they had been in a mangle. As she gathered herself in the mirror she thought about what had just happened.
She was lucky to get away with her life so incredibly vicious were they with her. Nor regard at all for her feelings or her body.
What had she gotten into
The next problem was her husband. He didn’t know. He was expecting her to be out on Hotwife date that weekend, a guy she had only met a week ago and had sex with once. She was due to spend Saturday night with him at a hotel. She would never get her pussy back into shape in a few days. Maybe she could make an excuse and tell her date it was ‘lady matters’. She could still see him and suck his cock and if he wanted he could take her in the anus, yes maybe that would work. Quite a surprise for him on the second date having anal!
At home, she showered and tried to make herself look normal before her husband arrived home from work.
Then as the afternoon rolled on she started to get the tingle in her lips and went horny again. What was happening to her, was she actually happy that she had experienced that terrible treatment, though I considered that it would be the only time, and that I would never want to go through anything like it again.
Her nipples had been rock hard all day and now they were so hard they ached.
She did the hotwife date and took his length in her bottom and he came in her mouth afterwards.
She didn't contact the man who had sent her he clinic appointment until just over a week later, and when she did, thanked him for what he'd organized to have done to her, and sent him loving kisses.
A day or so later she began thinking, "well, perhaps I could do it just one more time." She texted him and he replied with the arrangements to meet ‘a friend of his’ who had seen images of her and heard about her examination.
Deborah felt like a total slut This man really pushed her button, so dominant and overpowering, she went weak at the knees just thinking about the things he said he wanted to do with her
Waiting for a cab she texted her husband to say she was ‘going out’ on a date. She arrived at a remote house miles from anywhere. It felt like a scene from a kidnap film
She has never met her punisher, only him and the ‘Doctor’ know she is here, no one else
This is the session she will be roughed up. If she gets through this she can move on to even more extreme scenes. She walks in and he leads he to the rear room, the house is large and she can hear sounds from what appears to be computers.
All three laptops, two in the living room where he sits and another in what must be the bedroom, are playing BDSM videos with the volume set on low. She glances at the first screen and an icy shiver runs down her neck. A naked woman is being severely whipped across her breasts.
She can only see the one screen but even so, she can hear the screams from the women as their sadistic masters abuse and punish their bodies. She shivers with fear but her lust betrays her as her cunt fills with juices.
"Do you, want to talk first or just get to it?" he asks.
She felt so embarrassed and couldn't look him in the eye. "Where do you want me?" she shamefully whispers.
As another girl on the video pleads at the top of her voice “no, no, please no”she heard quite clearly as a heavy lash impacts with flesh.
This was soon to be her she thought and her right foot made one pace to the door.
He moves towards her she tries to make her break but he is far too powerful and after turning the locks he had advanced upon her to slam her body into the door, smashing her tits against the hard wood.
Pulling her arm behind her back into a hammerlock he wraps his free hand tightly around her throat.
In a stern and demanding tone, one word is whispered menacingly into her ear.
"Strip."
Only a whisper escapes with his grip on her throat. "Yes Sir."
He led the way to the bedroom. I gasped. Across the head of the bed he'd arranged a timber device consisting of an A frame on either side, with a sturdy cross piece supporting ropes and shackles running across and above the bed.
The video playing in the bedroom was quite shocking, another naked girl was lay down with two men either side of her chest being tortured with needles. Oh my god…
Arranged on the carpet to one side of the bed was an array of canes and whips, lashes, dildos, vibrators, some sort of electrical device and a camera.
To one side of this equipment, a tripod supported video equipment. She was to be filmed again.
Naked, she faces him, bows her head, and quietly declares, "Master, do as you wish with me. Make me your pain slut."
Slowly, he circles her bare body, so close that she can feel his warm panting breath on her skin.
Grabbing Deborah’s head between his large hands, he forces his thumbs into her mouth, pulling her lips wide to examine her teeth. A few seconds later, he takes several fingers and shoves them to the back of her throat causing her to gag violently. He turns his fingers back and forth, clenched tightly and then spread wide inside her mouth.
He moves his hands to her throat and clenches them tightly, his thumbs applying gentle even pressure against the woman’s windpipe.
He shakes his hands forward and backward, her head flopping back and forth as the girls face drains of color.
"I am your Master. I am your most sadistic nightmare." He explains even as he increases the pressure on the throat, and then spits on her face.
"You are a piece of meat, my bitch dog, my slave whore, and sometimes, my fuck toy." a final shake of the head and he releases his grip.
Deborah plays coy for him pretending again to be embarrassed, this only made him even more determined to take it out on this married tart. He was h=going to one of many en who would release their inner tendencies and unleash violence on her body.
He walks around her body again, but this time, examines her like a piece of meat for sale at the market or a horse at an auction. He pulls her nipples straight out and pinches them flat, watching as she grimaces and strains to hold steady. He compresses each breast between his large hands then wrings it left and right, smiling as tears 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 move." As he pulled her onto the bed.
His cock was a thing of beauty, hard, red, giving little twitches as his lust engorged it. The head looked ready to explode, so hard and tight was it. He turned towards her and placed his hands on my head as a priest might in giving a blessing.
Deborah eagerly opened my mouth and took the sacrament of his cock with its dribbling pre-cum. she sucked lovingly and expertly, keeping her teeth well out of the way and using her tongue to good effect. "You filthy, fucking bitch," he groaned in delight, and gave her cheek a stinging slap. She sucked more vigorously.
Deborah was a total slut and she knew it. She would obey… Another moment and his cum would have filled her mouth, but he pulled away and grabbed up a handful of hair, twisting it so that she gave a squeal of pain. She was now whimpering and holding her head so as to minimize the pulling of the hair.
Walking around to her front, grasping her pussy hard in his fist, "You must always be clean shaven for me."
She sniffles silently. His belt slams into the back of her thighs just below her butt cheeks.
She buckles and screams out "Yes Sir." this time avoiding the belt
He let go and ordered her, in a sneering voice, to lay back on the bed.
She quickly wriggled up to where the pillows where at the head end of the bed, and lay back with her head propped on the pillows. He pulled in the leather straps that attached to the A frames at the side of the bed. In moments her wrists were secured with my arms outstretched to either side.
He was an expert with subs. That was clear. He knew how to treat women like her and must have done this to a lot of women who crave dominance.
All women want to be treated like whores, this was one of Deborah’s opportunities to see that through. She wasn’t going to waste it !!
Telling the bitch how ‘filthy’ she was and how he needed to first thoroughly clean her, washing her and soaking Deborah with water her new Master pushes her roughly to the floor onto her hands and knees, pressing her forehead into the carpet, kicking her legs to spread wider, his fingers cupped into her anal hole lifting her ass higher.
Squeezing her butt cheeks, he slaps each globe before rearing his arm back and delivering a direct hit of burning leather. Her body 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. Stay in position or I will add five more to the total."
He strikes from her right several times, then moves to her left. He leaves the belt where it landed to allow the burn to sink into her flesh.
He counts each strike.
"Eight. Seven more to go Your butt cheeks are looking good. Bright red just like I like them."
"Ten girl. That must have hurt. You had five more to go, but you moved. Now you get 20."
"Seventeen."
"Fuck!" she screams out.
"You are not allowed to cuss. 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 she arrived, he tapered one end similar to the base of a butt plug to ensure it stays inside her but left the blunt wide end as is. He knows it will hurt significantly more going in. Instead of lubing her opening, he wet the soap until it was covered in a thin layer of suds.
"Reach back and spread your butt cheeks."
Unable to see what he is doing, she feels a cold slippery substance at her sphincter followed by pressure, then extreme pressure as he forces something inside her. Her agony worsens as a slow burn from the soap seeps into her tissue. Silently, she mutters, "How can I not move this hurts so fucking much?"
She was going to really get it from this man, this is what she craved, total surrender of her body, nude and abused told what to do and put under control, beaten raped, destroyed and abandoned
She was now genuinely fearful of her own safety but the thrill and rush of excitement at her predicament overtook her. This was pure domination and humiliation. She would give herself to this beast of a man; "I suppose, you stupid cunt, that you promised your husband that you'd be true and faithful to him," he said with a look of amusement on his face. She saw his mocking humor, and a smile came to her face.
"Yes," she answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that he knew the deprecation of her marriage vows. "Well I'd best mark you for him, you being a dirty, fucking whore and a slut."
“Yes sir” she answered meekly knowing it was going to get a lot worse, he was so violent and so dominant.
“Show me your tits”
Deborah groaned as she eased herself off the chair, and as she put her bare feet down almost slipping on all the cum and other fluids, she staggered over to where her clothes had been thrown. She slipped on her heels and her dress but couldn’t manage her panties so sore was she.
Walking gingerly out of the back entrance as cum trickled down her legs to her car that they had moved there out of sight, she opened the door and took her coat and placed it on the leather seat. She gingerly got in and groaned as her red raw and massively swollen pussy touched the coat material.
He pussy was so inflamed it actually didn’t look like it belonged to her. She didn’t recognise it. The men had almost destroyed her sex. Her nipples had been mauled, as had her tits and they wouldn’t go down.
There was no comfortable position. She looked under her dress at her mons and her flapping distended lips. They looked like they had been in a mangle. As she gathered herself in the mirror she thought about what had just happened.
She was lucky to get away with her life so incredibly vicious were they with her. Nor regard at all for her feelings or her body.
What had she gotten into
The next problem was her husband. He didn’t know. He was expecting her to be out on Hotwife date that weekend, a guy she had only met a week ago and had sex with once. She was due to spend Saturday night with him at a hotel. She would never get her pussy back into shape in a few days. Maybe she could make an excuse and tell her date it was ‘lady matters’. She could still see him and suck his cock and if he wanted he could take her in the anus, yes maybe that would work. Quite a surprise for him on the second date having anal!
At home, she showered and tried to make herself look normal before her husband arrived home from work.
Then as the afternoon rolled on she started to get the tingle in her lips and went horny again. What was happening to her, was she actually happy that she had experienced that terrible treatment, though I considered that it would be the only time, and that I would never want to go through anything like it again.
Her nipples had been rock hard all day and now they were so hard they ached.
She did the hotwife date and took his length in her bottom and he came in her mouth afterwards.
She didn't contact the man who had sent her he clinic appointment until just over a week later, and when she did, thanked him for what he'd organized to have done to her, and sent him loving kisses.
A day or so later she began thinking, "well, perhaps I could do it just one more time." She texted him and he replied with the arrangements to meet ‘a friend of his’ who had seen images of her and heard about her examination.
Deborah felt like a total slut This man really pushed her button, so dominant and overpowering, she went weak at the knees just thinking about the things he said he wanted to do with her
Waiting for a cab she texted her husband to say she was ‘going out’ on a date. She arrived at a remote house miles from anywhere. It felt like a scene from a kidnap film
She has never met her punisher, only him and the ‘Doctor’ know she is here, no one else
This is the session she will be roughed up. If she gets through this she can move on to even more extreme scenes. She walks in and he leads he to the rear room, the house is large and she can hear sounds from what appears to be computers.
All three laptops, two in the living room where he sits and another in what must be the bedroom, are playing BDSM videos with the volume set on low. She glances at the first screen and an icy shiver runs down her neck. A naked woman is being severely whipped across her breasts.
She can only see the one screen but even so, she can hear the screams from the women as their sadistic masters abuse and punish their bodies. She shivers with fear but her lust betrays her as her cunt fills with juices.
"Do you, want to talk first or just get to it?" he asks.
She felt so embarrassed and couldn't look him in the eye. "Where do you want me?" she shamefully whispers.
As another girl on the video pleads at the top of her voice “no, no, please no”she heard quite clearly as a heavy lash impacts with flesh.
This was soon to be her she thought and her right foot made one pace to the door.
He moves towards her she tries to make her break but he is far too powerful and after turning the locks he had advanced upon her to slam her body into the door, smashing her tits against the hard wood.
Pulling her arm behind her back into a hammerlock he wraps his free hand tightly around her throat.
In a stern and demanding tone, one word is whispered menacingly into her ear.
"Strip."
Only a whisper escapes with his grip on her throat. "Yes Sir."
He led the way to the bedroom. I gasped. Across the head of the bed he'd arranged a timber device consisting of an A frame on either side, with a sturdy cross piece supporting ropes and shackles running across and above the bed.
The video playing in the bedroom was quite shocking, another naked girl was lay down with two men either side of her chest being tortured with needles. Oh my god…
Arranged on the carpet to one side of the bed was an array of canes and whips, lashes, dildos, vibrators, some sort of electrical device and a camera.
To one side of this equipment, a tripod supported video equipment. She was to be filmed again.
Naked, she faces him, bows her head, and quietly declares, "Master, do as you wish with me. Make me your pain slut."
Slowly, he circles her bare body, so close that she can feel his warm panting breath on her skin.
Grabbing Deborah’s head between his large hands, he forces his thumbs into her mouth, pulling her lips wide to examine her teeth. A few seconds later, he takes several fingers and shoves them to the back of her throat causing her to gag violently. He turns his fingers back and forth, clenched tightly and then spread wide inside her mouth.
He moves his hands to her throat and clenches them tightly, his thumbs applying gentle even pressure against the woman’s windpipe.
He shakes his hands forward and backward, her head flopping back and forth as the girls face drains of color.
"I am your Master. I am your most sadistic nightmare." He explains even as he increases the pressure on the throat, and then spits on her face.
"You are a piece of meat, my bitch dog, my slave whore, and sometimes, my fuck toy." a final shake of the head and he releases his grip.
Deborah plays coy for him pretending again to be embarrassed, this only made him even more determined to take it out on this married tart. He was h=going to one of many en who would release their inner tendencies and unleash violence on her body.
He walks around her body again, but this time, examines her like a piece of meat for sale at the market or a horse at an auction. He pulls her nipples straight out and pinches them flat, watching as she grimaces and strains to hold steady. He compresses each breast between his large hands then wrings it left and right, smiling as tears 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 move." As he pulled her onto the bed.
His cock was a thing of beauty, hard, red, giving little twitches as his lust engorged it. The head looked ready to explode, so hard and tight was it. He turned towards her and placed his hands on my head as a priest might in giving a blessing.
Deborah eagerly opened my mouth and took the sacrament of his cock with its dribbling pre-cum. she sucked lovingly and expertly, keeping her teeth well out of the way and using her tongue to good effect. "You filthy, fucking bitch," he groaned in delight, and gave her cheek a stinging slap. She sucked more vigorously.
Deborah was a total slut and she knew it. She would obey… Another moment and his cum would have filled her mouth, but he pulled away and grabbed up a handful of hair, twisting it so that she gave a squeal of pain. She was now whimpering and holding her head so as to minimize the pulling of the hair.
Walking around to her front, grasping her pussy hard in his fist, "You must always be clean shaven for me."
She sniffles silently. His belt slams into the back of her thighs just below her butt cheeks.
She buckles and screams out "Yes Sir." this time avoiding the belt
He let go and ordered her, in a sneering voice, to lay back on the bed.
She quickly wriggled up to where the pillows where at the head end of the bed, and lay back with her head propped on the pillows. He pulled in the leather straps that attached to the A frames at the side of the bed. In moments her wrists were secured with my arms outstretched to either side.
He was an expert with subs. That was clear. He knew how to treat women like her and must have done this to a lot of women who crave dominance.
All women want to be treated like whores, this was one of Deborah’s opportunities to see that through. She wasn’t going to waste it !!
Telling the bitch how ‘filthy’ she was and how he needed to first thoroughly clean her, washing her and soaking Deborah with water her new Master pushes her roughly to the floor onto her hands and knees, pressing her forehead into the carpet, kicking her legs to spread wider, his fingers cupped into her anal hole lifting her ass higher.
Squeezing her butt cheeks, he slaps each globe before rearing his arm back and delivering a direct hit of burning leather. Her body 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. Stay in position or I will add five more to the total."
He strikes from her right several times, then moves to her left. He leaves the belt where it landed to allow the burn to sink into her flesh.
He counts each strike.
"Eight. Seven more to go Your butt cheeks are looking good. Bright red just like I like them."
"Ten girl. That must have hurt. You had five more to go, but you moved. Now you get 20."
"Seventeen."
"Fuck!" she screams out.
"You are not allowed to cuss. 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 she arrived, he tapered one end similar to the base of a butt plug to ensure it stays inside her but left the blunt wide end as is. He knows it will hurt significantly more going in. Instead of lubing her opening, he wet the soap until it was covered in a thin layer of suds.
"Reach back and spread your butt cheeks."
Unable to see what he is doing, she feels a cold slippery substance at her sphincter followed by pressure, then extreme pressure as he forces something inside her. Her agony worsens as a slow burn from the soap seeps into her tissue. Silently, she mutters, "How can I not move this hurts so fucking much?"
She was going to really get it from this man, this is what she craved, total surrender of her body, nude and abused told what to do and put under control, beaten raped, destroyed and abandoned
She was now genuinely fearful of her own safety but the thrill and rush of excitement at her predicament overtook her. This was pure domination and humiliation. She would give herself to this beast of a man; "I suppose, you stupid cunt, that you promised your husband that you'd be true and faithful to him," he said with a look of amusement on his face. She saw his mocking humor, and a smile came to her face.
"Yes," she answered with a smirk. His face broke out into an open laugh seeing that he knew the deprecation of her marriage vows. "Well I'd best mark you for him, you being a dirty, fucking whore and a slut."
“Yes sir” she answered meekly knowing it was going to get a lot worse, he was so violent and so dominant.
“Show me your tits”
oranges
Assistant executioner
Scene 2 - Another Harsh Experience (Part2)
Very dominant and forthright making lewd suggestions about her and what he would like to do with her next if he had the chance as the wide, flat leather came thrashing down across both breasts.
"Arrrgh!" she shrieked, her face twisting into a grimace of pain.
"This is what harlots such as yourself like to get," He sneered spitefully as he whips into her chest with all his force. These tits are going to suffer as they rebound and jiggle under the lash.
Tiny moans escape from her throat as her back arches to push her tits into his arc for more attention.
Tiny blue veins flutter just beneath the surface of her pale skin, lightly decorated by speckles of dark blue to angry purple bruises from the whipping. He pauses and grasping her breasts like you would hold two large cantaloupes, he tugs her upwards until she stands. Her legs are shaky
What is missing is her long thick pencil eraser-shaped nipples that he observed when she first walked in. He has flattened them and must have her nipples back
Her center of gravity is off with her newly swollen breasts. She teeters forward and leans against his body for support. Attempting to lure him into fucking her, she tentatively reaches out in search of his cock tucked away in his jeans; she is desperate for an orgasm.
Stepping away from her, he smiles as her hands flail just short of actually making contact with his body. Grasping her arms, he roughly folds them behind her back and tightly binds her wrists.
Unable to resist, he grabs each breast again and fondles them with pride. These are his creation, his tits, shaped and sized his way. And he loves it.
Time has taken its toll, her mind nearly devoid of even a single remnant of her previous life. All conscience thoughts now have a singular and absolute focus ... the throbbing in her clit, the stimulation of her breasts, the drooling of her cunt,
The constant deep, deep throbbing steadily propels her down a one-way journey to hell. His hell.Brutally jarred back to the present with his belt across her backside.The strap came thrashing down again, on a different angle this time so that it lashed at the side of one breast. she screamed. she couldn't help it. she lay there half gasping, half sobbing.
She watched as the belt was wielded back behind his shoulder and then sizzled through the air with a whizzing sound, which stopped abruptly as the leather bit into her soft flesh.
She screamed uncontrollably.The belt now began flashing through the air, striking her and then being rapidly raised ready for the next onslaught against the tenderness of the two increasingly damaged breasts. Again and again and again, the blows came raining down in quick succession.
Maybe sixty or seventy lashes struck her poor, brutalized breasts before he relinquished his hold on the strap.
He was panting himself, so vigorous had been his exercising of the leather strap. Deborah lay there blubbering, eyes red and puffy, with her face and neck wet with tears.
He was inspecting his handiwork, lifting and prodding the battered breasts. She eventually lifted her head and looked down.
Her entire breasts and all of the area around them was bright red, overlaid with raised, fiery red welts covering everything on her swollen chest and hard nipples which were already beginning to puff up in a swelling that was to last for the best part of the week to come.
She regained her sanity and ruefully rubbed her very sore and tender breasts. After a minute he shoved the naked bitch aside and lay out on the bed, holding his hard, lusting cock erect. "O.K. bitch," he snapped, "get on top.”
She needed no urging and quickly got into position, kneeling astride his hips. She raised herself slightly, and then adjusting position, eased down so that her pussy engulfed his lovely cock. She sighed with delight as she let herself sit right down hard on him, feeling his cock deep inside.
So wet and slippery was she that his cock made slight slurping sounds as her body rose and fell, pumping lustfully onto his hard, erect cock.
This was the hardest session she had done since the ones with the Doctors and she was as wet as hell as he fucked her senseless and filled her with sperm. Lost deep in her reconditioned thoughts, she is startled by cold hard steel against her flesh as he draws the tip of his knife lightly across the surface.
The backside of the blade traces every curve of her body starting at the base of her neck moving from one side to the other, pressing deeply into her but not enough to actually break the surface. He starts at the base of her throat, slowly progressing to her over-sized mounds, circling her breast until finally he presses it into her nipple before moving to her other breast. Up and around the nipple, then over to the other, then slowly migrating down to her mid-section, pausing to press into her belly button.
The knife follows the curves of her body, never touching her womanly areas, but coming so damn close that her body moves into the blade. Progressing downward, the knife traces her thigh, down her leg, bottom of her foot, back up the inside of her leg slowly making its way to her pelvic bone before traveling to her other leg. He asked me if she liked it. Deborah wriggled nervously as he teased her with the blade
She ceased my movement, and he then told me to lean forward towards him. She did, not knowing what was to come. She perhaps thought that he wanted to kiss. She couldn't have been more wrong. His hand swung back and her head jerked as he hit her hard with the flat of his hand.
"You fucking cunt-bitch," he snapped as she pulled away feeling slightly dazed. "Come on whore, I haven't finished yet," he sneered maliciously. She again leaned towards him again and received another head jolting slap from the other direction. "Now get on all fours like the fucking animal that you are," she was told. I
Then mounted from behind and was fucked with such ferocity that she was nearly knocked flat with each forward thrust of his body driving his cock hard into her already desperately sore pussy.
This was certainly one of the most extreme things she had ever done. Her body ached all over but her orgasms had been shuddering. With her body besieged by a sexual hunger so severe and out of control that she would gladly fuck anything, anyone, or any animal for relief. She is drowning in cunt juices and as she consumes his seed, her only thought is how to get more. She is a greedy little cum slut.
he was kneeling astride her head. Deborah was still blubbering in abject misery as he took her head in his hands and began roughly to fuck her mouth. He grasped her hair and began savagely thrusting his lust gorged cock into her mouth, jamming into the cheeks and then thrusting right to the back of the gullet and making her cough and choke.
She felt him taking a tighter grip on her hair, hurting her and making her squeal, then he most deliberately pushed his cock into the mouth, right to the back and into her throat.
Her stomach muscles began to heave violently as her body tried to vomit out the cock that was choking me.
Deborah’s eyes streamed with tears and my brain reeled as she suffocated for breath. He eventually pulled out leaving her heaving and gagging and coughing violently, spittle running from her mouth and down over her cheeks. She was still raspingly gasping in mouthfuls of air as he again began choking her with his cock. She tried to twist her head to get free but his fists clutching the hair held her rigidly in position.
Again her body was reacting violently, heaving, choking, stomach muscles aching from their violent reactions to the body being throttled. He began to get more violent and brutal, pounding his cock down her throat, his body slamming into her face so that she thought that he'd break her nose. Suddenly his body stiffened and he held his position with his cock deep down inside her throat as his cum gushed forth.
She was semi-conscious when he withdrew, leaving her again gasping violently, choking, coughing, as she tried to draw breath once more.
I lay there, an absolute sexually destroyed wreck, her entire body sore, aching, mind dazed.
Then after the throat fucking he led her stumbling and unsteady, to the bathroom where she made an attempt to wash her face and tidy herself.
A half hour later, still naked and sitting on the sofa, she at last began to feel, physically and mentally, that she could continue living and go home to her husband. Assuming she actually got home as he had punched and beaten her severely before thoroughly raping the bitch "Fuck! You look beautiful," he said meaningfully as he gazed at me. "Oh sure," she responded, aware that her face must look a mess after all of the howling. "No, true!" he exclaimed, "you look really fucked up after your bawling. "Oh," I laughed, coming to grips with what he meant by beautiful.
She lay exhausted all of her clothes missing. Her husband was frantically trying to reach her after she had told him of her expected night with a sadist.
She had been taken on a masochist’s journey to hell; he had come close, very close to snuffing her.
Maybe next time he would !!! ...or the time after that
Very dominant and forthright making lewd suggestions about her and what he would like to do with her next if he had the chance as the wide, flat leather came thrashing down across both breasts.
"Arrrgh!" she shrieked, her face twisting into a grimace of pain.
"This is what harlots such as yourself like to get," He sneered spitefully as he whips into her chest with all his force. These tits are going to suffer as they rebound and jiggle under the lash.
Tiny moans escape from her throat as her back arches to push her tits into his arc for more attention.
Tiny blue veins flutter just beneath the surface of her pale skin, lightly decorated by speckles of dark blue to angry purple bruises from the whipping. He pauses and grasping her breasts like you would hold two large cantaloupes, he tugs her upwards until she stands. Her legs are shaky
What is missing is her long thick pencil eraser-shaped nipples that he observed when she first walked in. He has flattened them and must have her nipples back
Her center of gravity is off with her newly swollen breasts. She teeters forward and leans against his body for support. Attempting to lure him into fucking her, she tentatively reaches out in search of his cock tucked away in his jeans; she is desperate for an orgasm.
Stepping away from her, he smiles as her hands flail just short of actually making contact with his body. Grasping her arms, he roughly folds them behind her back and tightly binds her wrists.
Unable to resist, he grabs each breast again and fondles them with pride. These are his creation, his tits, shaped and sized his way. And he loves it.
Time has taken its toll, her mind nearly devoid of even a single remnant of her previous life. All conscience thoughts now have a singular and absolute focus ... the throbbing in her clit, the stimulation of her breasts, the drooling of her cunt,
The constant deep, deep throbbing steadily propels her down a one-way journey to hell. His hell.Brutally jarred back to the present with his belt across her backside.The strap came thrashing down again, on a different angle this time so that it lashed at the side of one breast. she screamed. she couldn't help it. she lay there half gasping, half sobbing.
She watched as the belt was wielded back behind his shoulder and then sizzled through the air with a whizzing sound, which stopped abruptly as the leather bit into her soft flesh.
She screamed uncontrollably.The belt now began flashing through the air, striking her and then being rapidly raised ready for the next onslaught against the tenderness of the two increasingly damaged breasts. Again and again and again, the blows came raining down in quick succession.
Maybe sixty or seventy lashes struck her poor, brutalized breasts before he relinquished his hold on the strap.
He was panting himself, so vigorous had been his exercising of the leather strap. Deborah lay there blubbering, eyes red and puffy, with her face and neck wet with tears.
He was inspecting his handiwork, lifting and prodding the battered breasts. She eventually lifted her head and looked down.
Her entire breasts and all of the area around them was bright red, overlaid with raised, fiery red welts covering everything on her swollen chest and hard nipples which were already beginning to puff up in a swelling that was to last for the best part of the week to come.
She regained her sanity and ruefully rubbed her very sore and tender breasts. After a minute he shoved the naked bitch aside and lay out on the bed, holding his hard, lusting cock erect. "O.K. bitch," he snapped, "get on top.”
She needed no urging and quickly got into position, kneeling astride his hips. She raised herself slightly, and then adjusting position, eased down so that her pussy engulfed his lovely cock. She sighed with delight as she let herself sit right down hard on him, feeling his cock deep inside.
So wet and slippery was she that his cock made slight slurping sounds as her body rose and fell, pumping lustfully onto his hard, erect cock.
This was the hardest session she had done since the ones with the Doctors and she was as wet as hell as he fucked her senseless and filled her with sperm. Lost deep in her reconditioned thoughts, she is startled by cold hard steel against her flesh as he draws the tip of his knife lightly across the surface.
The backside of the blade traces every curve of her body starting at the base of her neck moving from one side to the other, pressing deeply into her but not enough to actually break the surface. He starts at the base of her throat, slowly progressing to her over-sized mounds, circling her breast until finally he presses it into her nipple before moving to her other breast. Up and around the nipple, then over to the other, then slowly migrating down to her mid-section, pausing to press into her belly button.
The knife follows the curves of her body, never touching her womanly areas, but coming so damn close that her body moves into the blade. Progressing downward, the knife traces her thigh, down her leg, bottom of her foot, back up the inside of her leg slowly making its way to her pelvic bone before traveling to her other leg. He asked me if she liked it. Deborah wriggled nervously as he teased her with the blade
She ceased my movement, and he then told me to lean forward towards him. She did, not knowing what was to come. She perhaps thought that he wanted to kiss. She couldn't have been more wrong. His hand swung back and her head jerked as he hit her hard with the flat of his hand.
"You fucking cunt-bitch," he snapped as she pulled away feeling slightly dazed. "Come on whore, I haven't finished yet," he sneered maliciously. She again leaned towards him again and received another head jolting slap from the other direction. "Now get on all fours like the fucking animal that you are," she was told. I
Then mounted from behind and was fucked with such ferocity that she was nearly knocked flat with each forward thrust of his body driving his cock hard into her already desperately sore pussy.
This was certainly one of the most extreme things she had ever done. Her body ached all over but her orgasms had been shuddering. With her body besieged by a sexual hunger so severe and out of control that she would gladly fuck anything, anyone, or any animal for relief. She is drowning in cunt juices and as she consumes his seed, her only thought is how to get more. She is a greedy little cum slut.
he was kneeling astride her head. Deborah was still blubbering in abject misery as he took her head in his hands and began roughly to fuck her mouth. He grasped her hair and began savagely thrusting his lust gorged cock into her mouth, jamming into the cheeks and then thrusting right to the back of the gullet and making her cough and choke.
She felt him taking a tighter grip on her hair, hurting her and making her squeal, then he most deliberately pushed his cock into the mouth, right to the back and into her throat.
Her stomach muscles began to heave violently as her body tried to vomit out the cock that was choking me.
Deborah’s eyes streamed with tears and my brain reeled as she suffocated for breath. He eventually pulled out leaving her heaving and gagging and coughing violently, spittle running from her mouth and down over her cheeks. She was still raspingly gasping in mouthfuls of air as he again began choking her with his cock. She tried to twist her head to get free but his fists clutching the hair held her rigidly in position.
Again her body was reacting violently, heaving, choking, stomach muscles aching from their violent reactions to the body being throttled. He began to get more violent and brutal, pounding his cock down her throat, his body slamming into her face so that she thought that he'd break her nose. Suddenly his body stiffened and he held his position with his cock deep down inside her throat as his cum gushed forth.
She was semi-conscious when he withdrew, leaving her again gasping violently, choking, coughing, as she tried to draw breath once more.
I lay there, an absolute sexually destroyed wreck, her entire body sore, aching, mind dazed.
Then after the throat fucking he led her stumbling and unsteady, to the bathroom where she made an attempt to wash her face and tidy herself.
A half hour later, still naked and sitting on the sofa, she at last began to feel, physically and mentally, that she could continue living and go home to her husband. Assuming she actually got home as he had punched and beaten her severely before thoroughly raping the bitch "Fuck! You look beautiful," he said meaningfully as he gazed at me. "Oh sure," she responded, aware that her face must look a mess after all of the howling. "No, true!" he exclaimed, "you look really fucked up after your bawling. "Oh," I laughed, coming to grips with what he meant by beautiful.
She lay exhausted all of her clothes missing. Her husband was frantically trying to reach her after she had told him of her expected night with a sadist.
She had been taken on a masochist’s journey to hell; he had come close, very close to snuffing her.
Maybe next time he would !!! ...or the time after that
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I have experienced some peril. To me the worst would be to be restrained and tickled. I would rather whipped and burnt with a tourch
Nightman
Executioner
That can be arranged!
oranges
Assistant executioner
Hotwife is Caned for Lewd Behaviour
Deborah has clearly been naughty. Her husband has found out all about the clinic rape and her meeting with a sadist who throat fucked and beat her. She knows she is in trouble and after some recuperation she is horny again and the routine glamour photoshoot will turn into a painful experience on this occasion. He is looking to punch his increasingly wayward and pain slut wife.
Recovered and now tanned and looking gorgeous she has already taken off her skirt and bra as he describes how naughty she has been and what he intends to do with her, push your bottom out let me see it, he says. She obliges as her jacket comes off. She is left in her heels and her string.
She will be stripping and posing as planned. The whole emphasis this time being on her bottom, the bottom that wa such a target for her Sadist, the bottom that will be exposed again in her next scene.
Now she is naked.
On this occasion it will conclude with a straightforward caning. Twenty crisp stokes will suffice. The marks will have gone by the time she is ordered to her next encounter in a week or so. That one will be brutal.
She bends at the waist and positions herself looking back at him as he raises his arm
Deborah has clearly been naughty. Her husband has found out all about the clinic rape and her meeting with a sadist who throat fucked and beat her. She knows she is in trouble and after some recuperation she is horny again and the routine glamour photoshoot will turn into a painful experience on this occasion. He is looking to punch his increasingly wayward and pain slut wife.
Recovered and now tanned and looking gorgeous she has already taken off her skirt and bra as he describes how naughty she has been and what he intends to do with her, push your bottom out let me see it, he says. She obliges as her jacket comes off. She is left in her heels and her string.
She will be stripping and posing as planned. The whole emphasis this time being on her bottom, the bottom that wa such a target for her Sadist, the bottom that will be exposed again in her next scene.
Now she is naked.
On this occasion it will conclude with a straightforward caning. Twenty crisp stokes will suffice. The marks will have gone by the time she is ordered to her next encounter in a week or so. That one will be brutal.
She bends at the waist and positions herself looking back at him as he raises his arm
