Rig

[Leatherrapist]

Indeed! its a hero feast.

 

[Leatherrapist]

Good Morning Slut!
"it was a pleasure raping you!"
Extremely beautiful Leather God Rig flaunts his masculinity after discarding his ill fated whore

 

[Leatherrapist]

RIG's RAPE SESSIONS 2015
Always intrigued by the boss who wears leather pants with his power suits. So unique,authoritative n powerful with an extremely seductive face.But...poor Joanna! never knew what would happen to her when she submit herself to HIM.

 

[Eulalia]

looks like lucky Joanna to me!

good to see Rig's back in his usual wicked form -

an exciting New Year to you, LR!​

 

[Eulalia]

Here's a story-poem for you about Joanna's experience:

So this is the place...
No windows.
Bright light, bare walls,
tiles on the floor, a water-tap, a drain,
a desk and some chairs,
a bench with a whip on it,
some machinery,
and that bare, metal bed,
‘The Grill’ he calls it -

“Strip!”
I glance at that whip.
I obey.
Not much to take off –
just what he’s left on me,
shirt, bra and thong –
I put them on the bench.

Feel my nakedness,
I haven't been bare
in front of a man.
even my dad,
since I was a little kid...

I turn to let him look at me –
best to co-operate –
stand as I know I must:
legs open,
trembling fingers gripping my bare buttocks,
eyes lowered submissively,
lips slightly parted...

Wondering,
‘Will he rape me now?’

Rig reads my thoughts,
“Not yet, you little whore,
I know what you're wanting!

After I’ve tortured you –
soaked in sweat and quivering with pain,
that's when I'll fuck you.

Girls’ cunts are more excited when they’ve had
electric current through them,
and us men
more horny when we’ve watched your sexy body
dancing in agony!”

Now to the Grill –
“Lie down!”
Hard steel, cold
to my naked shoulders, back and thighs.

But keep still -
struggle
and I’ll feel that whip.

“Hold out your wrists!”
Steel manacles –
he screws them tight, they hurt,
then clips them to a steel ring.

“Open your legs”
I spread them wide
with a little sigh,
feeling my vulnerability.

Irons on my ankles.
Force my legs still wider
as the clips
chains to rings on the corners of the Grill.

Shackled now,
stretched,
I can move a bit,
struggle and twist,
but my thighs held wide,
can't close them.

Quivering in fear,
and yet I feel
a strange sense of security
now I'm in bondage,
even some thrill
in my defenceless nakedness.

Rig switches on a bright lamp above me,
makes me blink.
fingers me
like lover’s foreplay -
flicking my nipples,

Then, in between my thighs,
he opens
the hot, flesh-folds
- I scream -
he touches the trembling seed,
feels right inside me...

I tug
the tight-screwed manacles –
there's no escape!

My blood pumps hard,
I'm panting, sweating,
although my conscience tells me that I'm hating it,
I sigh with pleasure as my tits and clitoris swell hard.

In spite of terror,
breasts are throbbing, firm,
sex soft, warm, tumid.

But now he’s got me ready for the Instruments:
clips on my pulsing nipples,
armpits, thighs,
quivering labia -

“Ow!”
The clips bite my burnt flesh so sharp!

And now to make my sexual Torture worse:
a wet steel scouring pad,
a wire tampon’s
forced into my cunt...

I hear the machine start,
making a constant hum...

Wait,
minutes like hours,
I’m trembling,
taut, tense,
yet excited – even eager!

“Ahhhh!”


Power screams
right through my body to the metal bed.
I feel on fire!

I hear my own shrieks
high, piercing:
but in Rig's secret hell-hole
no-one will know
what’s happening to me.

I jerk, leap about,
kick wildly,
shoulders and buttocks spring up off the Grill,

My hair’s wild,
head shaking side to side,
teeth snapping –
he thrusts a gag in my mouth
so I don’t bite my tongue off!

Shocks,
ten, twenty, thirty seconds each,
with brief gaps in between,
some more, some less,
some to my genitals,
some to my breasts,
sometimes to both...

Between the torturings
he goes on threatening, shouting...

As soon as he sees me relax a tiny bit,
my heart-beat slows,
again he tortures me!
I'm held in constant terror...

Sometimes he moves the clips,
twiddles the wire pad inside me,
slightly,
just so I don’t get numb –
I feel a fresh bit of my flesh
made ready for the pain.

That wire pad spreads the shocks
right through my genitals,
arousing my clitoris,
stimulating ovaries,
making the muscles of my womb
seize and contract –
it’s exquisite, burning agony
deep in my womanhood!

And, worst of all,
is when he just touches
my quivering female parts
with the electric probe!
This sends a current like a streak of fire
right through me to the nearest terminal.

My youthful body’s not my own,
Rig’s made it an electric toy
that moves at each touch of the switch,
jump, jerk,
sharp squeals come out of it -

In between the inflictions,
I scream, beg for mercy!
Plead to be raped.

He laughs -
“I’m in no hurry, slut,
I’ve hardly started on you,
you're going to suffer much, much more!”

At last,
he pauses torturing me,
just a little space,
he lets me lie here,
sweating, gasping, sobbing,
shuddering still,
breasts, womb and genitals,
still gripped with cruel orgasms.
I beg him for water...
“No!”

He fingers me,
my eyes plead helpless as he feels inside:
“Still nice and wet and throbbing –
a fine, healthy cunt,
you’re ready for more!”

“But I think it’s time to fuck you first.
Lie back, slag,
get yourself ready for me!”

I'm lying, panting,
bracing myself
as the Alpha Male,
takes off his pants.

I press my feet down,
raise my open thighs,
my buttocks off the Grill,
face up, blinking under the lamp,
lips parted, signalling my readiness,
my instinct...

“That’s the way girl!” Rig snarls,
“You know how to receive a man -
of course you do, little whore,
been selling yourself around
since you were just a kid!”

He hurls himself on me.
It hurts as my virgin cunt
still quivering and burning from the electric pain
is forced wide open by his massive prick.
I work with my thighs
as he thrusts and pumps in me,
I turn my head and sigh as he gnaws my neck.
As his semen bursts, I feel the warmth inside my flesh.
He kneels up, spits in my face,
and slaps my cheek.

I whisper –
as I know I must –
“Thankyou Sir –
I hope I pleased you Sir.”

Soon as he’s done,
he fits the instruments again.
After the rape, I'm still more sensitive,
blood’s racing to the tortured spots,
my nerves responding
soreness inflamed –
it’s all part of the process,
increments of added pain...

The Torture starts again,
my muscles seize
gripping my womb and thighs,
like giving birth
over and over...

Roused,
orgasmic,
raped,
a cruel parody
of sexual ecstasy!

“Now, slut,
I’m going to punish you!”

The whip,
vicious,
across my breasts,
ribs, fanny, thighs –
a different kind of pain,
more raw, more elemental
than the electric shocks,
variety of agony...

Three dozen strokes,
my bare skin stinging,
criss-cossed with weals,
great purple bruises,
red patches of internal bleeding...

Yet again he fits the electrodes.
Hour after hour,
surely it’s been all night?

I'm gabbling nonsense,
sobbing and howling,
even laugh hysterically...

I’ve lost all sense of time.
The Torture only stops
when he thinks I might die.

“Shall I get dressed,
or do you want me to stay naked,
Sir?” I ask, submissively.

“Just bra and thong.
keep those parts warm for next time,
little slut –
I’ll soon be having fun with you again!”

I climb down off the Grill,
pull on my undies –
the parts they rub against
tremble,
I sob at the soreness.

As I try to walk
I stagger, legs shaking still,
I fall and crawl on my hands and knees.

Rig kicks and beats me,
drags me by my hair,
my trembling flesh
along the corridor,
back to the cell...

Lie there for hours,
shaking, in spasms,
too sick to drink
the lukewarm soup he’s left,

Aching and shivering,
whimpering, retching,
stinking with sweat –

Knowing I’ll soon hear footsteps,
key turn in the door...

“Up, turd!
Back to the Torture Bed!”

 

[Leatherrapist]

Here's a story-poem for you about Joanna's experience:

So this is the place...
No windows.
Bright light, bare walls,
tiles on the floor, a water-tap, a drain,
a desk and some chairs,
a bench with a whip on it,
some machinery,
and that bare, metal bed,
‘The Grill’ he calls it -

“Strip!”
I glance at that whip.
I obey.
Not much to take off –
just what he’s left on me,
shirt, bra and thong –
I put them on the bench.

Feel my nakedness,
I haven't been bare
in front of a man.
even my dad,
since I was a little kid...

I turn to let him look at me –
best to co-operate –
stand as I know I must:
legs open,
trembling fingers gripping my bare buttocks,
eyes lowered submissively,
lips slightly parted...

Wondering,
‘Will he rape me now?’

Rig reads my thoughts,
“Not yet, you little whore,
I know what you're wanting!

After I’ve tortured you –
soaked in sweat and quivering with pain,
that's when I'll fuck you.

Girls’ cunts are more excited when they’ve had
electric current through them,
and us men
more horny when we’ve watched your sexy body
dancing in agony!”

Now to the Grill –
“Lie down!”
Hard steel, cold
to my naked shoulders, back and thighs.

But keep still -
struggle
and I’ll feel that whip.

“Hold out your wrists!”
Steel manacles –
he screws them tight, they hurt,
then clips them to a steel ring.

“Open your legs”
I spread them wide
with a little sigh,
feeling my vulnerability.

Irons on my ankles.
Force my legs still wider
as the clips
chains to rings on the corners of the Grill.

Shackled now,
stretched,
I can move a bit,
struggle and twist,
but my thighs held wide,
can't close them.

Quivering in fear,
and yet I feel
a strange sense of security
now I'm in bondage,
even some thrill
in my defenceless nakedness.

Rig switches on a bright lamp above me,
makes me blink.
fingers me
like lover’s foreplay -
flicking my nipples,

Then, in between my thighs,
he opens
the hot, flesh-folds
- I scream -
he touches the trembling seed,
feels right inside me...

I tug
the tight-screwed manacles –
there's no escape!

My blood pumps hard,
I'm panting, sweating,
although my conscience tells me that I'm hating it,
I sigh with pleasure as my tits and clitoris swell hard.

In spite of terror,
breasts are throbbing, firm,
sex soft, warm, tumid.

But now he’s got me ready for the Instruments:
clips on my pulsing nipples,
armpits, thighs,
quivering labia -

“Ow!”
The clips bite my burnt flesh so sharp!

And now to make my sexual Torture worse:
a wet steel scouring pad,
a wire tampon’s
forced into my cunt...

I hear the machine start,
making a constant hum...

Wait,
minutes like hours,
I’m trembling,
taut, tense,
yet excited – even eager!

“Ahhhh!”


Power screams
right through my body to the metal bed.
I feel on fire!

I hear my own shrieks
high, piercing:
but in Rig's secret hell-hole
no-one will know
what’s happening to me.

I jerk, leap about,
kick wildly,
shoulders and buttocks spring up off the Grill,

My hair’s wild,
head shaking side to side,
teeth snapping –
he thrusts a gag in my mouth
so I don’t bite my tongue off!

Shocks,
ten, twenty, thirty seconds each,
with brief gaps in between,
some more, some less,
some to my genitals,
some to my breasts,
sometimes to both...

Between the torturings
he goes on threatening, shouting...

As soon as he sees me relax a tiny bit,
my heart-beat slows,
again he tortures me!
I'm held in constant terror...

Sometimes he moves the clips,
twiddles the wire pad inside me,
slightly,
just so I don’t get numb –
I feel a fresh bit of my flesh
made ready for the pain.

That wire pad spreads the shocks
right through my genitals,
arousing my clitoris,
stimulating ovaries,
making the muscles of my womb
seize and contract –
it’s exquisite, burning agony
deep in my womanhood!

And, worst of all,
is when he just touches
my quivering female parts
with the electric probe!
This sends a current like a streak of fire
right through me to the nearest terminal.

My youthful body’s not my own,
Rig’s made it an electric toy
that moves at each touch of the switch,
jump, jerk,
sharp squeals come out of it -

In between the inflictions,
I scream, beg for mercy!
Plead to be raped.

He laughs -
“I’m in no hurry, slut,
I’ve hardly started on you,
you're going to suffer much, much more!”

At last,
he pauses torturing me,
just a little space,
he lets me lie here,
sweating, gasping, sobbing,
shuddering still,
breasts, womb and genitals,
still gripped with cruel orgasms.
I beg him for water...
“No!”

He fingers me,
my eyes plead helpless as he feels inside:
“Still nice and wet and throbbing –
a fine, healthy cunt,
you’re ready for more!”

“But I think it’s time to fuck you first.
Lie back, slag,
get yourself ready for me!”

I'm lying, panting,
bracing myself
as the Alpha Male,
takes off his pants.

I press my feet down,
raise my open thighs,
my buttocks off the Grill,
face up, blinking under the lamp,
lips parted, signalling my readiness,
my instinct...

“That’s the way girl!” Rig snarls,
“You know how to receive a man -
of course you do, little whore,
been selling yourself around
since you were just a kid!”

He hurls himself on me.
It hurts as my virgin cunt
still quivering and burning from the electric pain
is forced wide open by his massive prick.
I work with my thighs
as he thrusts and pumps in me,
I turn my head and sigh as he gnaws my neck.
As his semen bursts, I feel the warmth inside my flesh.
He kneels up, spits in my face,
and slaps my cheek.

I whisper –
as I know I must –
“Thankyou Sir –
I hope I pleased you Sir.”

Soon as he’s done,
he fits the instruments again.
After the rape, I'm still more sensitive,
blood’s racing to the tortured spots,
my nerves responding
soreness inflamed –
it’s all part of the process,
increments of added pain...

The Torture starts again,
my muscles seize
gripping my womb and thighs,
like giving birth
over and over...

Roused,
orgasmic,
raped,
a cruel parody
of sexual ecstasy!

“Now, slut,
I’m going to punish you!”

The whip,
vicious,
across my breasts,
ribs, fanny, thighs –
a different kind of pain,
more raw, more elemental
than the electric shocks,
variety of agony...

Three dozen strokes,
my bare skin stinging,
criss-cossed with weals,
great purple bruises,
red patches of internal bleeding...

Yet again he fits the electrodes.
Hour after hour,
surely it’s been all night?

I'm gabbling nonsense,
sobbing and howling,
even laugh hysterically...

I’ve lost all sense of time.
The Torture only stops
when he thinks I might die.

“Shall I get dressed,
or do you want me to stay naked,
Sir?” I ask, submissively.

“Just bra and thong.
keep those parts warm for next time,
little slut –
I’ll soon be having fun with you again!”

I climb down off the Grill,
pull on my undies –
the parts they rub against
tremble,
I sob at the soreness.

As I try to walk
I stagger, legs shaking still,
I fall and crawl on my hands and knees.

Rig kicks and beats me,
drags me by my hair,
my trembling flesh
along the corridor,
back to the cell...

Lie there for hours,
shaking, in spasms,
too sick to drink
the lukewarm soup he’s left,

Aching and shivering,
whimpering, retching,
stinking with sweat –

Knowing I’ll soon hear footsteps,
key turn in the door...

“Up, turd!
Back to the Torture Bed!”

Aren't you the best? quite good except for the part cause rig never takes his leather pants off. He rapes by just unzipping his crotch. the shiny leather cladded legs and leather restrain agingst his pelvis muscles while rape makes him more horny and powerful but the story was great. ....your such an obedient slut.made your master proud

 

[Eulalia]

this slavegirl kneels to lick Master's beautiful leather pants,
ready to be punished for her bad mistake... ​

 

[Leatherrapist]

CELEBRATING RICHES!
along with his lapdog Ein, extremely powerful and handsome Rig sexually pleases himself by raping and torturing hhis admirer Anna in expensive leather.

 

[Leatherrapist]

#freethenipple
New chapter of Rig coming soon.....

This extremely good looking stud is coming to rape any girl who believes in #freethenipple

 

[Leatherrapist]

#freethenipple
while the two strong feminists lay naked and exposed in HIS rape cell, drop dead gorgeous Rig gears up in leather and plans dirty brutal punishments for his latest sexual victims for their crime to #freethenipple

 

[Eulalia]

that tapping finger is sooooooo scary!

 

[Leatherrapist]

that tapping finger is sooooooo scary!

don't worry slut! you'll be the one who'll write story about 'em. N I guess you should start with my post "celebrating riches"

 

[Barbaria1]

#freethenipple
while the two strong feminists lay naked and exposed in HIS rape cell, drop dead gorgeous Rig gears up in leather and plans dirty brutal punishments for his latest sexual victims for their crime to #freethenipple
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Yikes.

I really like the one with the victim face-down on the rack, with a whip at her side...

... although the torch above her head may be just a little too much for my tastes ... but then, she doesn't have much say about that does she?

 

[Leatherrapist]

Yikes.

I really like the one with the victim face-down on the rack, with a whip at her side...

... although the torch above her head may be just a little too much for my tastes ... but then, she doesn't have much say about that does she?

that torch will be her worst nightmare

 

[Leatherrapist]

#freethenipple
And the punishment begins............
Fucking hot Rig upgrades his campaign by seducing and punishing Amber Lutz cheif ,edditor of "Woman's power" magazine

"yeeeaaaaaaah!now that's a vision that makes me aroused in my leather jeans.I'll fuck and make all you women out there an exemplary fearsome symbols to all who believe and support #freethenipple".....Rig

 

[Pia]

that torch will be her worst nightmare

or her fondest dream....you just don't know how her mind works, Rig....

 

[Leatherrapist]

or her fondest dream....you just don't know how her mind works, Rig....

Rig also knows how to turn fantasies into nightmares...He 's so good at it. you'll see in upcoming posts

 

[Leatherrapist]

#freethenipple
Handsome Rig in his sexy leather gear tortures a feminist

 

[Eulalia]

Ah Rig - my Master, Master-Torturer!

I thought you'd left your victim,
thought it was over,
but you're only playing with me,
dreaming up fresh cruelties
for me, your chosen one...

I hardly hear your questions now,
I cannot understand,
I'm gabbling nonsense,
sobbing and howling,
even laugh hysterically...

I’ve lost all sense of time.

The Torture starts again.

My muscles seize
gripping my womb and thighs,
like giving birth
over and over...

Roused,
orgasmic,
raped,
a cruel parody
of sexual ecstasy!

Even my mind
you’re gouging out from me,
the thoughts I’ve always had
about myself –

perhaps they’re wrong?

Perhaps the hideous things you’re making me say
are true?

“Oh let me talk!”

I beg,

“Oh, please, let me tell you...”

“Repeat your confession, whore!”

I gasp, and try to splutter out the words
fighting my crumbling memory to recall...

You have to prompt me several times.

Now I’ll pay the price –

 

[Leatherrapist]

David:"Ah, Master Rig, you look gorgeous. Seems like you had a great time raping these two who are now ... almost numb"
Rig:"throw them back to their main office by midnight in same condition...those feminist whores will know who they are up against and while your at it, bring me Laura's daughter. I wanna fuck the shit outta her teenage cunt"
David:"As you wish my master, I'm glad that i could assist a powerful man like you..good day to you! Sir!"