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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Slave Girl 148
I could not think about anything else. It had been almost 48 hours since I had requested a custom session with Girl 148, and the link I had received earlier today told me that the show would be tonight at 11pm UK time.

I felt guilty, excited, apprehensive … in truth I didn’t know how I felt, except for the fact that I felt horny, turned on, lust fuelled! I could barely concentrate on anything … it was a good job that I had my own Graphic Design business, which meant that I didn’t really have to interact at a business level with anyone.

The time passed slowly, very slowly … and by 10:50pm I could hold off no longer. I had thought about logging into the Hellfire Club site earlier, but in truth I wanted to save myself for little Alice …

And so, it was with mounting excitement that I clicked through the required link-trail and I was in.
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The screen opened up onto a room that was the same bright, white one seen in the induction video. 148 sat in the middle of the room. Strapped to a chair, she shivered in the most delightful manner. A tight silver tape gag closed her mouth and the look of fear on her face, especially in her gorgeous wide eyes, was groin stiffening! I began to finger my cock through my shorts …

The chair in the scene was clearly not any ordinary seat. This was a metal device designed for hard restraint, and the cameras showed that the metal bonds that affixed her to it cut sharply into her wrists, thighs and ankles. There were 4 cam options on the screen. 1-3 seemed to be different angles around the room, and 4 was a handheld view, clearly designed to provide me with a close up of 148’s suffering.

This was my fantasy, or at least one of them, and the fact that I had ‘designed’ this torture for Alice, Girl 148, made it even more erotic.

The room looked very bright and a little surreal, in silver and white. There was highly polished chrome and glass everywhere adding to the sanitised effect.

A door opened slowly, and in walked a huge guy, a Hellfire Club Dom. I had requested that 148 be attended to by a Grade 1 Dom – the most expensive option, but also one experienced in maximising the pain and torture. He made his entrance wearing leather pants, his chest bare, hairless and already glistening …

148 bucked against the metal straps that held her tightly to the cold, steel platform; but her situation was futile, and she knew it, as her efforts led to a clanking sound that only added to the presentation of her helplessness. But the Dom was not done, and was taking great delight in intensifying the plight and fear of his captive, even before her torture began.

Flipping out my erection I took it into my hand and gazed intensely at the screen.

He reached to the side of the chair where a series of buttons and levers protruded ominously. With the flick of a switch by the Dom, I first heard a low hum, and then watched 148 convulse a little as if she had been pushed in the lower back.

Something was slowly pushing her upwards and the effect was intense … 148 was forced to arch her back, pushing her belly and naked breasts out and stretching her limbs in their steel straps. She moaned into her tape gag as the steel dildo penetrated her to the core and forced her lithe body to its bound limits.

The Dominant then reached for a lever and pulled it down with a jolt that shook the girl. A message appeared at the bottom of my screen …

“The lever just pulled has released bursts of low current at Girl 148’s wrist, ankle and thigh restraints”

Her eyes widened and she made a muffled sound that without the gag might well have been a scream.

Another lever was activated, and suddenly blue sparks began to appear from the point of the insertion between her thighs. The helpless young girl struggled as much as she was able, as a faint layer of perspiration began to form on her skin. The switch dial was turned up and several bolts of sharp, blue current arced over her stomach.

Another message ...

“Girl 148 is now experiencing a total voltage of 100v AC through her limbs and at the point between her thighs. The sensation will feel like she is being electrocuted all over her body.”

Fuck, this must have been indescribable in its intensity. 148 tried desperately to struggle away from the pain, but she was completely stretched and her movements were so obviously futile. Her eyes went wide as clear panic set in and she began to scream into the gag, her cheeks bulging with effort, until the current was switched off … offering the poor girl temporary respite.

I jerked my cock faster, not ready to climax yet, but needing to feel stimulation of my own.

The horrified look in 148’s eyes, as the Dom once more reached for the switches, was a delight. He pressed and turned, and I was presented with another message.

“The thick, copper coloured bands that are strapping 148’s upper thighs to the device will begin to tingle and then they too will emit an electrical current, taking the new total voltage being passed through her body to 120v AC. This is the maximum safe voltage level.”

And then it happened, and the result was terrifying. 148 began to scream uncontrollably and pulled desperately at her restraints. It appeared as if little Alice was about to go mad, as her chest heaved demonstrating the fact that she was having trouble breathing, clearly gasping for air from behind the gag. Thenit was switched off and 148 seemed to collapse in the chair.

A new message appeared;

“For the final part of the torment, Girl 148 will experience an orgasm while the AC being passed through her body is raised to 140v with the addition of nipples clamps.”

I watched as a large male hand pulled first one alligator clip from the head rest of the chair and attached it to an erect left nipple. 148’s resounding squeal was delicious. He repeated the action with her right nipples.

I then selected the hand held cam option that showed a close up of her pussy. The Dom attached a small clip to her exposed clitoris, which in turn ran via a cable to the dildo embedded within her body.

Fuck! I was ready to explode, but somehow managed to deny myself that pleasure … at least for now.

A switch was pressed. The dildo began to vibrate inside her pussy, clearly sending similar sensations into her clit. 148 stiffened and then her stomach convulsed delightfully. I watched as her eyes rolled and she began to tremble …

She was on the verge, moving nearer to the edge. The dildo was driving her on and on and then, with perfect timing, all voltage points were activated, including the new current jolting into her nipples, and 140v AC was passed through her body just at the point of orgasm …

For several glorious minutes 148 was shocked while the climax flowed through her nubile shape. She involuntarily shook, convulsed and writhed … and as she squirted her copious release, I groaned and my juices arced into the air falling around my fist …

148 sat unmoving in the chair. I sat back panting my own exhaustion. The show had lasted for around 45 minutes. It was one of the most exhilarating 45 minutes of my life. I would most definitely be back to use Girl 148 again …
Thank you. It is a top fantasy of mine for a girl to be forced near to orgasm while then being hurt severely. The poor girl struggling to cum even as pain holds her back. :clapping: :very_hot:
 

Fossy

Tribune
Slave Girl 169 - Custom Request - Part 2

(aka - Barb will be Barb - @Barbaria1 )

The show had not yet started and I was forced into a deep breath in order to hold back the convulsions in my stomach that clenched my buttocks and forced my balls to tighten. The head of my swollen cock was already leaking juices … I could hardly wait!

I watched with a close intensity as the male Dom, a large, imposing man and his female counterpart, a less imposing but no less threatening, Domme, moved to where 169 lay bound in metal.
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The Grade 1 Dominant was bare chested, revealing a vast expanse of gleaming flesh, wearing leather pants that already emphasised his considerable hard-on … ‘Viagra’ I found myself thinking.

The Domme wore a black leather Basque, fastened with buckles, stockings and knee-high, pointed-toe, boots. Their joint appearance was extremely sensual, erotic and, for 169 no doubt, very disturbing.

But as the cameras closed in on the Slave Girl’s face I could sense a resilience. She stared wide eyed as they unscrewed the manacles at her wrists and ankles, before unlocking the padlocks securing her collar and the very tight waist band chastity device … a chastity device? Then I saw why, as the bit between 169’s thighs came slowly away to reveal that the poor girl had been impaled upon a long, steel dildo now glistening with secretions …

“Maybe after this you'll have a little more respect for your master.” The Dom grinned as

finally, the red ball-gag was removed … and then 169 showed her true colours!

“You're not my damn master you little dick piece of shit.”

Fuck! Did she really should say that?

WHACK! “Ow!” The slap came from the Domme.

“Tell your master you're sorry or the slaps will get harder and more frequent.”

Fuck, this was good … no, it was great, and so hot. I began to finger the underside of my cock.

“Kiss my ass!” 169 continued her insolence. Was it scripted? No matter, although I hoped it wasn’t … I was enjoying myself all the same.

“I won’t,” Laughed the Domme, nodding to her male colleague who picked up 169 like a rag doll and threw her down onto the ground, similar to the way a WWE wrestler might, to leave her ass staring, vulnerable and exposed, to the cameras …

“… But the paddle will.” WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“Fuck, please, no stop fuckkkkkkk!” 169 was learning the hard way!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She groaned in pain, and I moaned in pleasure, as the paddle made contact with her bare skin over and over, he whipped her so hard that in no time 169’s ass was a deep red!

Then the harsh spanking was over. The man rose from his knees and moved away to the side, out of Cam view, but, when he returned, he held a long cattle prod in his grip. 169 glanced up, her eyes wide, but she remained rooted to the ground.

“What th ... owwwwwwww!” Her question had been cut short as soon as the prod was applied to her peachy ass cheeks.

“Who's your master?”

“Not you, you piece of shit!” I liked 169, a lot. Her sassiness even under this kind of extreme pressure made me smile … but I knew that it would do her no good at all!

“Wrong answer. Who's your master?”
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“Kiss my ass you bastard!”

I so wished this was a live shoot! Despite the fact that it was my script and my money that was being enacted on the screen, there was nothing quite so exciting as a live show that you, yourself were responsible for. It was the self-same reason why so many people spent a fortune on Cam Girls in non-private shows that anyone could watch – because to be the person responsible for driving the strip show, or forcing the orgasm was so much more of an erotic high than simply watching. I was feeling some of that high here, right now, but a live show would be the ultimate in personal voyeurism!

As she rolled and writhed the prod attacked 169’s breasts, stomach and thighs over and over, forcing to arch away from the floor on her hands and feet, until she cried out and begged him to stop.

“Who’s your Master, 169?”

“Y … you … you are … you’re my Master!” 169 succumbed!


The room was bathed in white, and I could see the red glow from the side lights that were out of shot. I heard both of the Dominants laugh as the man moved out of Cam view again. He returned with a wide grin pushing a large gleaming steel device. It looked like a wooden pony, but it wasn’t made of wood!


To Be Continued ...
 
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Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
“Kiss my ass!” 169 continued her insolence. Was it scripted? No matter, although I hoped it wasn’t … I was enjoying myself all the same.
Scripted? What’s that? Most assuredly not :mad:


“Who’s your Master, 169?”

“Y … you … you are … you’re my Master!” 169 succumbed!
But not for long!!!! Somebody get me outta here! Please! :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::facepalm:
 

Fossy

Tribune
Slave Girl 169 - Custom Request - Part 2

169 looked very sorry for herself, standing naked and trembling in front of the large steel whipping horse awaiting her punishment, her body bathed in the pink tinged glow of the white room blended with the red hue of the side lights.

The Dom grinned as he looked first at the contraption, then at 169. It was clear from his lascivious expression exactly what was going through his mind and so intense was my concentration that it was a while before I actually remembered to breathe! My shaft was painfully hard as my fist closed around it. I found myself wishing that I had 148 on her knees sucking me while I watched 169 on the screen. I wonder how much that would cost, I chuckled quietly.

The large, slick chested man stepped around the horse and stood by 169. Even in the midst of obvious terror, she still looked gorgeous, barely an ounce of fat on her body. Her legs were toned and slender … ohhh fuck, so hot! I began to slowly move my grip back and forth.

The Dom took a moment to admire 169’s breasts. On her perfect body they looked quite small, but as he demonstrated while fondling them, they were plenty big enough to have some fun with. 169 seemed to have lost her resilience. She simply let him do as he wished and that included his sudden movement when he grabbed the captive girl by her hips and lifted her onto the horse. His female colleague helped out by hoisting up 169’s shoulders, lining her up so that the raised centre of the horse went just under her mound.
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“Nghhhhhhhhh …” 169 moaned a combination of ‘no and argghhhhh’ – objection and pain, neither of which affected the two Dominants one little bit. She was a perfect fit, the length of the horse exactly matching her torso. The man then brought each arm down to a leather strap on one of the front legs, and tied her wrists tightly. The Mistress did the same with 169’s legs, securing the straps just above her knee. A strap was then passed over her back, securing her in place, and then further straps on each of her ankles were secured to rings in the floor. The poor girl was now bent over the apparatus, her ass sticking up tantalisingly in the air, the width of the steel horse causing her legs to spread wide, giving the Dominants a full view of her pussy and asshole. It was now that an extra Cam view appeared allowing me to move around the room and see 169 from every angle.

Fuck yeah! I started to jerk my foreskin faster, letting out a quiet groan as my thumb knowingly massaged the underside of my cockhead.

Whilst the wide chested man watched 169 wriggle and writhe, the slender Domme stalked around their bound captive, admiring her body every which way. She ran the crop delicately over 169’s back, teasing by occasionally tapping her lightly with the tip. Moving round to her rear, the Mistress ran the crop over her captive’s exposed holes, each time causing the girl to twitch and buck just a little, then with a smirk, she grazed the cheeks of 169’s ass with the crop, before bringing it down hard, twice, both times savouring the whimper that followed. As did I … oh man yes. I jerked my cock hard and fast. Feeling my balls begin to tighten.

Tracing her crop across 169 once more the Domme moved round to the horse’s front, signalling to her colleague to pull the girl’s head up so she could look her in the eye. I could see everything from all angles. This was awesome, everything about it!

“I am sure you have guessed what is about to happen, 169” the Domme’s unwavering demeanour grew more chilling. Despite not being gagged, which I was so pleased about, the bound girl offered no audible response. I saw off to the side that the Dom was stripping off his leather pants to reveal his sculpted body, and long, already hard, cock.

He was going to fuck her while 169 was bound like this! Holy fuck! I jerked hard and fast until I was on the edge … pulling my hands away I let the oncoming rush of my juices dissipate just a little, leaving me on the very edge. I meant to enjoy this show to the full.

The Mistress stepped out of the way to allow 169 a clear view of her erect colleague. He stood in front of the horse, stripped of his clothes, his body sculpted like a Greek statue, his erection almost in the bound girl’s face. I angled the Cam so that I was looking through to a sideways shot.

He held his cock in his hand, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the foreskin with purpose. I jerked in time with him. We jerked off together to the sight of the poor, bound 169. I was happy enough with my own endowment, but he was huge.

The Dom walked up to the secured girl with a huge smile on his face, unable to contain his excitement, as I was unable to contain mine. Moving to 169 he burnished the end of his cock over her face, relishing the look of disgust she tried to give him. He then moved towards her rear, trailing his free hand along her back, teasing her. Man, this was so hot!

He stood at the back of 169, admiring her holes, both of them splayed open for him. Moving into position, I watched agog as he ran the tip of his cock along the lips of her pussy, leaving one hand on the small of her back. He spat on his swollen-head one last time, lined up at the entrance to her pussy, and then, without warning, he moved his dick an inch higher.

169’s fists were clenched, her nails clearly digging into her palms, her toes curled as she prepared to be fucked. But when he moved his shaft away from her pussy, and over her puckered asshole, panic appeared on her face and she began to squirm.

Beautiful, delicious, delightful … I was about to fall over the edge once more, white juice oozed from the tip of my cock, before I used my breathing to control the convulsions, which, if they had remained unchecked, would have seen me climax too early.

“Pl … please no … Master …” 169 begged, using the name she knew he would want. But it mattered not! She already knew her plight was a hopeless one. And then he thrust … hard!

169 cried out. Her screams feral, her eyes wide, her mouth shaped in a wide ‘O’.

“Owwwwwwwwwww! Nooooooooo … take it out!”

But the Dom thrust forward with all his weight, and buried his cock up to the hilt. With one hand gripping 169’s long pony tail tightly, he used the other to grip her left hip allowing him to slam into her again and again.

Fuck yes. I was jerking in time with his thrusts. It was my cock inside her, me fucking her ass, oh poor, delicious 169! I watched as the man fucked the brains out of the poor bound girl. By pulling her hair back the Dom had pulled the 169’s head up and allowed his female colleague to look into the little bitch’s eyes.

I loved watching when they did this, loved watching the fight as it slowly disappeared from the girl’s eyes, admiring the anguish in her expression as she was savagely ass-fucked. His cock burrowed into the slave girl, pushing as deep into her bowels as it was possible to go.

While the rape was pure heaven for the Dominants, and for me, it was so obviously absolute torture for 169. With every thrust forward the straps on her wrist, ankles and back were rubbing her skin raw. Her nipples and pussy were being grating mercilessly on the steel surface. Her hair was being pulled straight out of its roots … and I imagined how painful her violated ass must be!

I jerked faster once more … I was near, and might not be able to hold out much longer. This scene had been going for over 30 minutes already, and I knew from previous experience that they lasted around 45.

As each thrust into 169’s abused body got quicker and quicker, the Dom moved toward his climax. The prostrate girl screamed, tears streaming down her face. He was now pumping in and out at a ferocious speed, grunting fiercely as time and again he slammed his member as far into 169 as he could, repeatedly slapping her ass cheeks with his free hand. The horse, though heavy and stable, squeaked and rocked with every thrust, such was the force that the Dom was creating. He was close, as was I. When he pulled the bound girl’s hair toward him with as much force as he could muster, thrust deep into her I felt my balls tightening, and prepared to spill my seed.

169 screamed her very loudest and her hair was very nearly yanked out of her head. The Dom’s body slammed into her one final time, clearly harder than he had before … and then he came.

As he did, his female colleague moved up and began to flay 169’s bare back with the crop. Merciless strokes rained repeatedly down onto her slender body, supplementing the release of her colleague’s juices with a torturous whipping.

The man collapsed on top of poor 169, until he finally pulled out. The abused girl lay unmoving. Her back red and beaten, her asshole opened and dripping with cum. Her head and hair hung low.

I was almost there too, but I sensed that the scene wasn’t quite over and so, using all my willpower, I held back, as the Mistress strode back towards 169. I slowed my hand movements as she trailed the crop across the bound girl’s back once again. Following her actions with the appropriate Cam, I watched as she passed her crop slowly down 169’s crack and over her abused hole, making sure to run the tip over the sore area repeatedly,

“Listen cunt,” she continued, “you are going to thank your master for giving you what you wanted.”

“But, I didn’t want …” the bound girl started, but quickly stopped speaking.

“Is that understood, whore?”

Gathering herself 169 nodded slowly, and then opened her mouth. “Thaaaaa…” She was fighting to get the words out.

“Go on.”

“Thaaan..k….y…”

“Spit it out bitch.”

“Thankkkkk yoouuuu…”

“Aren’t you forgetting something,” the Domme teased, then her voice suddenly hardening as she thrashed the riding crop against 169’s ass again to draw a whimper from her parched mouth, “address him properly.”

“Thank you … Master.”

With that the man leaned forward and kissed 169 on the forehead, and then planted his mouth on hers, thrusting his tongue playfully into her. He then stood up, leaving his cock dangling in front of her face.

“Good girl,” the Domme’s monotonous tone taking on a more patronising edge, before hardening again, “now beg to suck his cock.”

169 looked stunned, an incredulous expression on her face as she looked at her Mistress. I could hardly believe it. The cock had been deep inside her asshole, and now she was being ordered to suck it clean.

Fuck!

I jerked myself faster, and could not hold back the inaugural seepage of seed from my small hole. The Dom was looking down at 169, grinning. His cock was inches from her face, complete no doubt, with the mixed scent of sweat, blood, cum and anything else stuck to his dick from her anal rape which didn’t bear thinking about. 169 closed her eyes, as if hoping that she’d misheard, but she hadn’t …

“Please!” 169 began.

“Yes?” The man, playing dumb, replied.

“Please… let me ss … ss … suck your… c … cock…” 169’s sentence trailed off.

“Address him properly!” The Mistress’s calm demeanour vanished for a split second as she barked the command at the bound girl, “or you know the consequences.”

“Please master, let me … suck your cock.”

Fucking hell!

No sooner had the words left her mouth and the Dom took a step forward until his softening cock, covered with its cocktail of secretions and juices, was millimetres from her tongue.
“Clean me bitch.”

169 stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked the head of the man’s cock. Using just her tongue, the poor girl attempted to bring more of his now limp but still large dick into her mouth. He brushed her hair to one side, exposing her deed to the camera, and slowly lowered his cock along her outstretched tongue. As more and more of his dick slid into her mouth, so was forced to engulf him.

Would she even think about biting him? I guessed not, given her exposed and vulnerable position. As if getting raped in the ass wasn’t bad enough, 169 now had to clean her own fluids and his, from his cock. Several times she gagged, but his grip on her hair forced 169 to continue.

After several minutes he backed out, leaving 169 with her tongue sticking out and her gaping asshole leaking cum onto the cold stone floor.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you master,” 169 didn't need a prompt; she knew already that she was in no position to argue. She was docile and defeated … and at that moment I could take it no longer as stream after stream of thick white sperm flowed freely from my cock and ran downwards coating my fist with its essence.

“Thank you 169,” I said to no one but myself, “I will be back”

When the screen went blank I picked up my not so chilled beer, and drank.
 
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Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
No sooner had the words left her mouth and the Dom took a step forward until his softening cock, covered with its cocktail of secretions and juices, was millimetres from her tongue.
“Clean me bitch.”
Shit! I hate this. I bet he's doing that because in my induction interrogations about my prior sexual experiences I told them about how I had steadfastly refused to perform fellatio, firmly turning down my date's insistence that I do so ... even at the expense of ending the evening and never being asked again. This is one thing that I just never was willing to do. The other was to be ass-fucked. It's almost as though, the Hellfire Club handlers must have decided that to force me to endure both acts was a most fitting and entirely degrading way to set up my debut performance. Bastards!
 

TheLimey

Magistrate
Slave 102

The message was waiting for me when I logged in. 'Your request for Slave 102 requires the subject to be moved. As a Platinum member, we have linked to a complimentary video of her transportation.'

This intrigued me. The probability had always been large that the Hellfire Club had to have a number of physical sites for their activities, but I had never thought that they had methods of transporting subjects from one site to another. The scenario I had requested for 102 was outdoors, suggesting that where the previous videos had been shot had no external space, so in a city, perhaps.

I had to watch the video, to see how this transportation would be done.

The video window opened onto the white tile room again. In the center, a cage was on the floor, but there was no real idea of scale. If I had to guess, if 102 was knelt on her legs, doubled over, then she would fit.
Off screen, a door opened, and a pair of guards soon entered the shot, an obviously sedated 102 in between them. They placed her on the floor, whilst one of them pulled a plastic tote into shot.

At this point, the video became a montage. 102, bring fitted with metal cuffs at her ankles and wrists, a metal collar around her neck, a leather hood with a zip across her mouth tied on.

A stutter, 102 now in the cage, her ankles locked to the back corners, her wrists locked behind her back, folded over as I had already surmised. A snippet of conversation as the guards worked on her, mentioning a 5 hour journey, laughter at the fact the sedative would wear off in 2 hours.

Another jump. The lid of the cage locked down, 102's wrists now locked to the top. The video being shot with a handheld camera, shows my the other guard working at 102's rear, positioning a pair of plugs, one for each hole, burying them inside 102, then locking them in place to the cage.

Another shift, the collar chained to all sides of the cage, the leather hood locked to the cage at the top using a steel ring in the leather. The guard, pushing a dildo through the open zip of the hood, to rest in the caged girl's mouth.

The cage, being pulled down a corridor on a dolly, being loaded into a black SUV, unloaded then into a small private plane. Another unloading, another SUV, but now it's becoming obvious that 102 is no longer sedated, she's pulling at the chains that hold her in place.

One final unload and load, from the SUV to a pick up truck, out somewhere in an arid environment, red and yellow rocks, bright cloudless sky. It could be Arizona, could be Mexico. The cage is tied down in the flat bed of the truck, a guard climbing on board as well, being handed a camera.

I watch as the pick up bounces along a track, a high fence along one side, topped with razor wire. Then the image switches to the cage, zooms into the beads of sweat starting to trickle down her sides.

Then, one final shot, a sweat slick 102, still in the cage, which is placed in front of a low concrete building, in direct sunlight. She's twitching, pulling at the chains, testing her bondage. It must be interesting, in her head right now. Knowing she's been moved, not knowing where, but knowing that it can only mean more torment.

I'll be back in a couple of days, to see the results of my request.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Then, one final shot, a sweat slick 102, still in the cage, which is placed in front of a low concrete building, in direct sunlight. She's twitching, pulling at the chains, testing her bondage. It must be interesting, in her head right now. Knowing she's been moved, not knowing where, but knowing that it can only mean more torment.
It’s becoming increasingly clear now as to why they call this the Hellfire Club! :confused:
 

Fossy

Tribune
Slave 102

The message was waiting for me when I logged in. 'Your request for Slave 102 requires the subject to be moved. As a Platinum member, we have linked to a complimentary video of her transportation.'

This intrigued me. The probability had always been large that the Hellfire Club had to have a number of physical sites for their activities, but I had never thought that they had methods of transporting subjects from one site to another. The scenario I had requested for 102 was outdoors, suggesting that where the previous videos had been shot had no external space, so in a city, perhaps.

I had to watch the video, to see how this transportation would be done.

The video window opened onto the white tile room again. In the center, a cage was on the floor, but there was no real idea of scale. If I had to guess, if 102 was knelt on her legs, doubled over, then she would fit.
Off screen, a door opened, and a pair of guards soon entered the shot, an obviously sedated 102 in between them. They placed her on the floor, whilst one of them pulled a plastic tote into shot.

At this point, the video became a montage. 102, bring fitted with metal cuffs at her ankles and wrists, a metal collar around her neck, a leather hood with a zip across her mouth tied on.

A stutter, 102 now in the cage, her ankles locked to the back corners, her wrists locked behind her back, folded over as I had already surmised. A snippet of conversation as the guards worked on her, mentioning a 5 hour journey, laughter at the fact the sedative would wear off in 2 hours.

Another jump. The lid of the cage locked down, 102's wrists now locked to the top. The video being shot with a handheld camera, shows my the other guard working at 102's rear, positioning a pair of plugs, one for each hole, burying them inside 102, then locking them in place to the cage.

Another shift, the collar chained to all sides of the cage, the leather hood locked to the cage at the top using a steel ring in the leather. The guard, pushing a dildo through the open zip of the hood, to rest in the caged girl's mouth.

The cage, being pulled down a corridor on a dolly, being loaded into a black SUV, unloaded then into a small private plane. Another unloading, another SUV, but now it's becoming obvious that 102 is no longer sedated, she's pulling at the chains that hold her in place.

One final unload and load, from the SUV to a pick up truck, out somewhere in an arid environment, red and yellow rocks, bright cloudless sky. It could be Arizona, could be Mexico. The cage is tied down in the flat bed of the truck, a guard climbing on board as well, being handed a camera.

I watch as the pick up bounces along a track, a high fence along one side, topped with razor wire. Then the image switches to the cage, zooms into the beads of sweat starting to trickle down her sides.

Then, one final shot, a sweat slick 102, still in the cage, which is placed in front of a low concrete building, in direct sunlight. She's twitching, pulling at the chains, testing her bondage. It must be interesting, in her head right now. Knowing she's been moved, not knowing where, but knowing that it can only mean more torment.

I'll be back in a couple of days, to see the results of my request.
Damn that's exciting Limey. I dread to think how much it cost you, even for a Platinum member! Can't wait to find out more ...
 

Fossy

Tribune
Girl 148 - Custom Scenario 2 (Part 1)


“What are you watching babe?” It was good to hear Charli’s voice on the phone. She seemed to have been away on her business trip for ever and a day. There was nothing to replace her firm, nubile, youthful body straddling mine … except for maybe Girl 148 or 169.

“Oh, just some movie …” I replied blandly. ‘Just some movie’ wasn’t true, because I had been watching a porn movie about enhanced interrogation. It was from the Taboo series, which, for porn movies, were pretty well shot …

“Okay so look I gotta go babe. See you in a few days. Love you.” The words ‘I love you too’ came out automatically in response, and it was on that note we ended the call.

It had been 48 hours since I had seen Girl 169, Barbara Ann Moore, being used and abused on the steel horse, and I still could not get the scene out of my mind. 500 hard earned spondoolies it had cost me, as had the one with 148, but still I wanted more!

Enhanced Interrogation would be a good scene to pay for. A dungeon setting, little, vulnerable Girl 148 forced to strip and then be …

… be what?

I had sort of gone easy on them so far, but to be honest I liked the painful orgasm torture, especially with the electricity. Maybe I could revisit that somehow, but this time with the interactive option enabled so that I can type or speak my instructions. That would also mean the session would be real time … the spondoolie count went up to 750 for this one, but it would be worth it.

I accessed the Hellfire Club portal again and in seconds was at the profile page of the gorgeous Girl 148.

I selected the Custom Scene option and began to type …


******


It was indeed almost two days when the notification came through, informing me to make myself available at 11pm this evening. Why was it always 11pm? And what would I do when Charlotte came home? I hadn’t thought that one through yet, it wasn’t a problem for today and neither was my dwindling bank balance … not yet anyway!

I clicked on the url and a message appeared. “The HFC App wants access to your Cam and Mic.” Course it did. Without a second’s hesitation I enabled that.

The scene that opened up for me was a dungeon. Old Grey stone walls, one light in the centre by the door, as Girl 148 looking beautifully defenceless and eminently docile, was pushed stumbling into the middle of the room.

“Pl … please Sir, don’t let them do this to me, I beg you.” Was she speaking to me, fuck yes she was. Brilliant, I was stiffening already.

“Shut up 148,” I said by way of response without knowing what would happen. My voice cut into the scene and 148 heard me. Fucking hell, this was awesome!

She stood alone in a black dress, with a white tie sash round it. I had asked for her to be dressed so that she could strip before the session began in earnest.

“Take off your dress …” I ordered.
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148 did not respond. She simply looked into the Cam then cast her eyes down and began to pull the two sides apart.

“Open it, let me see you,” I continued, getting the hang of things.

I saw her sigh but she did as I asked and pulled on the sash which in turn opened the dress. I smiled when I saw her bra and panties. They had dressed her in underwear that only added to her helpless allure. Fuck, I was rock solid inside my shorts. Could they see me this time? Could my little 148 see me?

I both hoped so and hoped not! But I wasn’t sure.

“Off, get the fucking dress off 148.” I ordered with clear instruction.

Again, without a word of any sort, the look of panic on her face growing, she slipped the black material to the floor. Man, she was simply stunning. She was taking her clothes off … for me!
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"Touch yourself through the panties Girl.” My voice sounded like part of the scene now. This was so much better than watching a pre-recorded session, and I watched as 148 stroked her mound for me.

“Bra,” was all I said. But she knew what I meant as she reached behind her back to release the clasp.

I grinned as she held the bra up to cover herself, at which point a huge hand entered the scene and tore it from her.

She still wore her schoolgirl panties … but the strip show was over. It was time for the scene to begin.


To Be Contiuned ...
 
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Fossy

Tribune
Girl 148 - Custom Scenario 2 (Part 2)

She was shivering now, 148, my sweet little girl. I stared at her, letting sink in and through to my solid erection.

“Use the knife …” I instructed, and then sat back to watch as a Dom, Grade 1 as always, appeared behind 148.

He deftly slipped a knife around the front of her body and slid it underneath her panties. 148’s eyes widened and I could see that she had literally stopped breathing. This was a Formula 1 session of a Cam Show, and I was driving! Once again, the captive girl looked into one of the Cams and shook her head, her lip beginning to wobble. The Dom, rather courteously with his free hand, caught and wiped away a tear that had run its way down 148’s temple toward her ear. It was a most erotic action ...

"Save those," he said without feeling.
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Quickly and easily slicing away the material to leave her totally naked, he turned and pushed her towards a table. She did not resist as he tied her wrist and ankle to the metal surface. And then he left her there, alone on full display her nubile shape viewable from a multiplicity of angles, awaiting her fate.

“Begin …” were the words that I spoke, and within seconds two more men, both wearing HFC logo’d tee shirts, entered the scene. A breathing mask was pressed to 148’s face and she immediately began screaming into it. An IV was inserted in her wrist, through the bondage cuff, apparently a feature of the design. This was already so hot, so exciting, as my pulsing erection bore testimony to.

The screaming forced 148 to respirate whatever it was the mask was feeding into her system. It was simple Oxygen, I knew that from the “Scene Notes” in the corner of my screen. She was going to be completely awake for this ... every nuance of the 'show' would be excruciatingly felt by this stunningly vulnerable little thing.

I selected the Multi Cam view and had presented to me extraneous strings of "00:00" and "23:00:00" and the chilling title "Girl 148 – Enhanced Interrogation". Of course, it wasn’t an interrogation, we needed no information, but the scene looked so authentic with the rough way 148 was being handled. I reached down and touched my aching shaft. Was my Cam visible to someone somewhere at the Club? Could 'they' see what I was doing?

My screen was dominated by images of her at different angles. In one window was a top-down view of her subdued, naked form, her face hidden a little in this view. Another window contained a closer angle of her torso and her heaving chest, the one next to that was her own oxygen-masked, terrified face. The last Cam, #4, was pointed squarely at her slightly opened mound.

148's face was twisted and her gaze became more intense as the screen in the dungeon angled itself for her to see ... and without obstructing my views! They were going to make her watch. I hadn’t asked for this, but knowing she would see as well as feel all of her pain, was just damn well near perfect!

Already 148 was a mixture of tearful whimpering and muffled pleas, begging them not to inflict harm on her. But these specialist Doms were preparing their tools. And they advanced gleefully upon the poor, bound girl.

148’s eyes gave away the fact that was totally awake from the oxygen being pumped into her brain, and, with the monitor dominating her line of sight, she couldn't look away from what was happening to her.

“Use the electricity, please.” I heard my own voice instructing these huge guys on screen.

Latex gloves smeared a substance onto her nipples. On the close-up between her legs, she saw, as did I, and felt herself opened by hand, and her clitoral hood pulled back.

My cock grew into my fist. 148 squeaked and thrashed in her bondage, but froze as she looked up to see drops of clear liquid being dripped onto her most sensitive spot, and then very clinically "applied" to the inner walls of her soft, malleable folds, by a latex-covered finger. The affected areas immediately started to turn pink and then red, as her body engorged the area with blood.

What were they doing to the girl with this liquid? Making her even more sensitive it seemed. It wasn't long before thick wired leads appeared ... the ends manufactured with contours designed to fit perfectly over blood filled female nipples. More wires with the appropriate shape were attached around 148’s pert breasts, which were still heaving with her gasping intake of the eye-popping oxygen mixture.

She was staring directly into Cam 4, and it looked like 148 was staring directly at me. Was she? Could she see me jerking off? I actually hoped she could!

I heard the hissing noise first. Then I saw the hose being brought over. It had a glass tube at the end about as wide as a small grape. They touched it to 148’s clitoris and the suction immediately stuck the aperture to her, drawing her clitoris into the transparent bulb. Fuck! I watched as it sucked her in, then some more, and still more, until the tube was almost filled with her pussy lips and a totally exposed, erect clitoris. 148 writhed on the table as if she was about to cum … maybe she was!

I could see through the glass that the girl was really lubricating now. Moisture seeped into the tube, coating the glass. Then a device, like a metal lollipop attached to a wire by the ‘lollipop’s stick’, was inserted into her asshole, eliciting a loud, desperate but muffled protest.

The last thing put inside 148’s body looked like a metal egg, also on a cord. It was shaped in such a way that it would press against the most intimate surfaces inside the warm, wet folds of her exposed genitalia.

For what seemed like an age, I waited for something to happen. The vacuum tube sucking on her clit seemed to be having the desired effect as she squirmed delightfully and grunted deliciously.

I waited …

Then I heard one of the Dom’s say "test her." I saw 148 brace herself … or at least she did as much as she could.

If she tried not to scream then 148 failed when the lollipop crackled with a blue light. The ‘Scene Notes’ indicated that she had been given a mild shock. Simple and effective.

‘Egg Active’ The Notes told me. And then her groin convulsed as the small steel shape buzzed away inside her, making her quiver.

‘Contacts engaged’ – and now 148 arched up away from the table as the cables and suction pads at her chest began to pump voltage through her breasts and nipples.

Fuck, fuck, fuuucckkkk! I took my cock out and jerked myself no longer even thinking, or caring, about whether I could be seen or not …

148 was crying by now. No, not crying … sobbing!

‘Vibration and electricity now active’ Came the Message on my screen.

And I knew then that each little element either inserted inside or attached to 148’s body was now both shocking and stimulating her at the same moment! Fucking hell! How would she respond? How could she even begin to cope?

I hoped she would not in any way cope. I wanted to see a beautiful, agonised desperation from my sweet little 148!


To Be Continued ...
 
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Fossy

Tribune
Girl 148 - Custom Scenario 2 (Part 3)

Before long she started to squirm again, 148 gasped in a lungful of oxygen. I could see from the dials before me in the corner of my screen that they were alternating each device in turn, sometimes using multiple devices, to either shock or stimulate the bound girl. This was erotic madness … and I was so freaking turned on!

Then she stiffened … paralyzed. It was like her whole body had been lit up, frozen, eyes wide, mouth gaping and silent. The tube on her clitoris was humming uncut pleasure into her cunt, thighs, belly, breasts, toes, fingertips, and her mind.

She seemed stunned and exhausted when it stopped, and I could see from the sensors that appeared on my screen, momentarily replacing the dials and Notes, that 148 had been just a heartbeat away from an orgasm.

"What the fuck?" I found myself hardly able to breathe. This was totally something else! Just fan-fucking-tastic!

148 wasn't given long for her mind to clear. And I could tell they were just getting started.

"May we start the clock," said a voice out loud. There was a moment of silence, and then I realise the voice was talking to me.

“Oh, what, yes, yes please do … proceed!” I said, trying to make my voice sound as ‘Alpha-Dom’ as possible, despite the inherent dryness of my throat.

01:00:00 became 00:59:59 as the seconds began their eternal countdown. Then they hit 148 with every single contact at the same time. Her nipple cups, clitoral tube, G-spot egg and anal insertion all suddenly force-fed her inorganic, unfaltering sexual impulses at once. With no warning or preamble, she was taken from zero to orgasm in about a sixth of a second as my screen illuminated with new information. 148’s secured body arched as best it could, instinctively drawn toward the attachments, and I felt myself unable to comprehend how much of a sensational shock that must have been for her. There was no foreplay, no intimacy, no fetishes or kinks; they'd hit a switch and literally turned her on.

148 looked devastated, when they let her down again. It was almost as if she had been sexually-defibrillated, and might have made her pass out but for the hyperbaric oxygen being inhaled through the mask.

The counter in the top left of my screen showed 01. One orgasm. They were counting. I guessed that the extreme stimulation that had taken 148 over the edge was a carefully mixed combination of electric shock and stimulating vibration. Whatever it was, it simply took her to an instantaneous climax. I had never seen anything like it before … ever!

They had held her there for a whole minute that first time, as the clock had counted down in seconds. And now 00:00 read 01:00.

It was time for another.

"Oh, god, no!" I heard 148’s small voice begging … but her sounds were washed away immediately. She was having another uncut orgasm. Arched up again, tenaciously balanced on her limbs, it was the adrenalin rush that kept her body shaped as it was. It was the most pleasure and pain they could induce without attaching electrodes to her brain.

Then another message appeared for my attention.

“You have One hour remaining. May we proceed?”

“Fuck. Yes, proceed.” I gave my authorisation for the session to go ahead. This was worth £750 of anyone’s sterling!

They were going to force-orgasm her for the next hour.

And did they ever. When simply vibrating all her contact receptors at the highest possible frequency showed a hint of losing effectiveness, they started to incorporate some variety, which took a little longer, but was always different and therefore always worked. The instant vibrating changed, evolving into pulsing, oscillating, random interruptions, sometimes just a low, subtle intrusion on one particular area while the rest of the attachments raped her senses.

It was the more complex stimulation that made her ejaculate, squirting her juices across the table, or sometimes just pouring out into a puddle in between her thighs. And when that showed the most diminutive sign of faltering, the shocks started again. The leads to the flesh around her nipples all gave a, no doubt very unpleasant, toe-curling shock, which renewed the intensity of her climaxes in a way that was simply a joy to behold!

When she was conscious, she was either having, or on her way to having an orgasm. When she did manage to pass out, they immediately shocked her back awake. I watched the orgasm count mounting … 03 0507 … Fucking hell!

Any fluids she was losing, were replenished by the saline IV in her wrist. 148 was fully lucid and not being allowed to miss one iota of her ordeal.

She tried to beg and plead but around Orgasm 09 I saw that she couldn't form words properly. At Climax 13, unlucky for some, she was virtually un-rousable. When the counter showed 19, 148 was dead to the waking world … and then it was over. Nineteen fucking orgasms, all induced with a purpose designed to rape her both physically and mentally. I had no doubt it had done its job!

And what a job it had been!

148 whimpered. One of the men popped the oxygen mask off and grinned into Cam 04.

“You have fifteen minutes remaining” A voice said to me.

Really, wow … I thought the hour was over. “Please continue,” I said with a dry, throaty intonation. No mask and so this time she was to be allowed to pass out.

148 arched her body away from the table yet again and screamed anew. The components were just electrocuting her this time, the equipment emitting a rhythmic buzz, the sensors showed no sign at all of a pulsation induced stimulus.

The Doms both laughed and I saw the Orgasm count go up by one. 148 had just cum from the electric shocks. No vibrations at all. Wow!

"Yes, 148 you just orgasmed from that." One of the men said to the bound girl.

"Please," 148 pleaded tearfully, "I can't take another one--"

The exhausted girl survived another ten minutes of induced climax before she finally passed out. The Orgasm Counter showed 23.

The Screen went blank. It was over.

I glanced down at my fist and saw the copious amount of thick white seed running over my hand and onto my thighs. I had cum too, and I hadn’t even noticed!
 

TheLimey

Magistrate
Slave 169

There were two messages in my Hellfire Club inbox when I next logged in. Two completed requests, one for 102, one for 169.

I had looked at videos of 169 since putting in my request. Seen the ordeal she had last been put through, noticed the rebellious streak she seemed to have. I wanted to see if my request would break the bitch.
I clicked on the video link.

The opening view is simple. Outdoors, dawn. I can see dew on the grass, and also coating the single beam that is lying in the grass. There's a hole already dug, deep, about the right size for the beam to be inserted, upright.

A switch of view. Three guards, and 169, crossing the grass. Two of the guards are carrying rucksacks, but the third is behind 169. 169 herself, naked, hair tied back. She has her arms outstretched, tied at wrists and elbows to a beam that is riding across her shoulders. The third guard is carrying a single tailed whip, and is using it on 169, driving her on.

As the group approaches the beam lying down, there's a close-up on 169's face. She knows what's coming, she knows that soon she'll be crucified, dancing on the cross. She starts to beg, to plead. Offering to debase herself for the guards, to suck their cocks, to let them take her, all three of them, seperately, or all at the same time. I hear the guards laugh.

A montage of shots, of the beam being prepared. The crosspiece being nailed to the beam, producing the classic crucifix shape, each blow of the hammer making 169 jump. The pair of carved wooden dildos being mounted on the beam, a pair of cornu. 169 breathing heavily, as they are placed, just jutting into her cunt and arse. She knows they will impale her deeply when the cross is brought to the vertical.

Then, the lifting of the cross, 169 moaning as the pull of her own weight buries the pair of dildos inside her, stretching her arse in particular, a very audible 'fuuucccckkkk' escaping 169's lips as the drop of the cross into the hole.

The final montage shots, of her legs being pulled back, either side of the upright, bent at the knees, the ankles tied together, and then to a sturdy hook on the backside of the upright. I see her realise that she can get some relief from the ache that is building in her arms and shoulders, by flexing her leg muscles, levering herself up. She can't get the dildos out of her completely.

The next sequence of video starts, and there's a clock in the bottom right of the screen, superimposed on the video. A shot of 169 from the front. As it starts, she levers herself up, lifting herself up the shaft of the dildos, lifting her body up, until her arms are straight. She's breathing heavily, and I can see beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

She maintains this for five minutes, her face contorting in pain as her legs start to cramp. Then she slumps down, crying out as the dildos fill her again. Over and over she repeats this dance, rising up, to allow her arms and shoulders to rest, until her legs cannot longer support her. I'm amazed by her stamina, as she does this for over an hour, her skin glistening with sweat by the end of that time. Every drop is accompanied by her cries, her moans.

A pair of female guards approach, a handheld camera tracking them both. One carries a single tailed whip in one hand, the second a powerful vibrator. I hear the conversation. 50 strokes of the whip, and 169 gets to have an orgasm. The handheld zooms in, focusing on 169's shaven cunt, stretched around the carved wooden dildo, the obvious signs of the victims arousal dripping down the portion that isn't inside her.

The sequence that follows is astonishing. Whilst one guard uses the single tail on 169's defenceless body, flicking it over and over again across her breasts and stomach, the other guard ducks down in front, and holds the vibrator to 168's cunt and clit. Soon, 169's abs are clenching and unclenching, and she's crying out as the sensations that are driving her onward.

The whip suddenly falls with redoubled violence, striking 169 directly across the right breast, and 169 cries as she comes. The guard with the whip doesn't pause, doesn't stop,but continues to strike with the new level of violence, bright red weals rising on 168's skin, little trickles of blood mixing with the sweat that pours down her.

169 is like a mindless thing. The vibrator has been removed, but she's rocking her hips back and forth, grinding on the dildos inside her. The whip starts to land across her thighs, and I can hear her begging, pleading for that one whip strike that'll send her over the edge again.

With cruel precision, it lands, an almost vertical stroke that kisses 169's clit, and the tortured girl tosses her head back and screams, her leg muscles kicking hard.

In front of my incredulous eyes, she lifts herself clear off the pair of cornu, as she orgasms, hard. Then she slumps, dropping further than she ever had, her body pressed outwards by the bar that holds the dildos.

The camera performs a long slow pan across her, the muscles that twitch and jump with a ach aftershock sheened with sweat, the rise and fall of her breasts as she fights to get oxygen into her lungs. A close up of her face, tear streaked, wild eyed, her hair soaking wet. She pleads to be let down, just before the screen goes dark.

One final montage, a series of still shots, taken every half hour as per the clock in the bottom corner. 169, hanging on a cross, in her own, private, Golgotha. Left there, as instructed, until the sun set.

I'll certainly have something else for this beauty soon.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
My mind is sluggish, but thankfully still active, as I hang helplessly and painfully on my cross, head lolled forward, chin on my chest.

Looking down through veils of tears, I watch the last rays of a setting sun illuminate the contours of my sweat-sheened and blood-streaked nakedness.

I recall the surprise, shock and terror visited upon me when they came for me early that morning, informing without a trace of emotion or pity, that a Hellfire Club client had paid handsomely to see me crucified.

“Crucified!” I cried. “You mean bound to a cross, as in Roman times? Christ-like? Who would want to see that! That’s insane. You can’t be serious! It can’t be true!”

As usual, there had been no reply. They simply went about their business, stripping me naked, tying a small loincloth to my hips, and laying a wooden beam across my bare shoulders.

“Hang on to the wood and follow us!” were the only words uttered as they led me from my cell and into the outdoors.

The day was hot ... a contrasting shock from my cool cell. I had begun to perspire heavily as I trudged and staggered forward, half bent under the weight of the beam I carried, prodded on by the snap of a whip on my bare back. All of it recorded for the enjoyment of an unseen client on a video cam.

The rest went as one might imagine, scripted to follow the classical sequence of a crucifixion. I was bound at the wrists to a hastily assembled cross, stripped of my loincloth, raised and set down and impaled on a diabolically designed double cornu, and then whipped and tortured, driven to a demeaning and involuntary orgasm, and eventually left hanging alone, exhausted and sore ... wishing that someone would come soon to get me down and hoping the horror of what happened to me today is not a portent of things yet to come
 

Fossy

Tribune
My mind is sluggish, but thankfully still active, as I hang helplessly and painfully on my cross, head lolled forward, chin on my chest.

Looking down through veils of tears, I watch the last rays of a setting sun illuminate the contours of my sweat-sheened and blood-streaked nakedness.

I recall the surprise, shock and terror visited upon me when they came for me early that morning, informing without a trace of emotion or pity, that a Hellfire Club client had paid handsomely to see me crucified.

“Crucified!” I cried. “You mean bound to a cross, as in Roman times? Christ-like? Who would want to see that! That’s insane. You can’t be serious! It can’t be true!”

As usual, there had been no reply. They simply went about their business, stripping me naked, tying a small loincloth to my hips, and laying a wooden beam across my bare shoulders.

“Hang on to the wood and follow us!” were the only words uttered as they led me from my cell and into the outdoors.

The day was hot ... a contrasting shock from my cool cell. I had begun to perspire heavily as I trudged and staggered forward, half bent under the weight of the beam I carried, prodded on by the snap of a whip on my bare back. All of it recorded for the enjoyment of an unseen client on a video cam.

The rest went as one might imagine, scripted to follow the classical sequence of a crucifixion. I was bound at the wrists to a hastily assembled cross, stripped of my loincloth, raised and set down and impaled on a diabolically designed double cornu, and then whipped and tortured, driven to a demeaning and involuntary orgasm, and eventually left hanging alone, exhausted and sore ... wishing that someone would come soon to get me down and hoping the horror of what happened to me today is not a portent of things yet to come
Ohhh 169, there is bound to be Moore, much, much Moore yet to cum ... ;)
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
The exhausted girl survived another ten minutes of induced climax before she finally passed out. The Orgasm Counter showed 23.
Offering to debase herself for the guards, to suck their cocks
Oh my God. The pain has broken her! Offering to suck!
a very audible 'fuuucccckkkk' escaping 169's lips
Bur her own inimical broad vocabulary shows through.
With cruel precision, it lands, an almost vertical stroke that kisses 169's clit, and the tortured girl tosses her head back and screams, her leg muscles kicking hard.
Both sections have those wonderful, forced orgasms while fighting against blinding pain. Very, very, very hot!
 
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