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With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her work done, Nicole turned to face Mistress Jones, who was sitting on a recliner, a clipboard balanced on one knee. Miss Jones had put her two slaves to work before going upstairs and changing out of her "slave-mistress's" outfit into a more comfortable sweater and jeans. 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In the midst of this, a princess of the blood is sent to a particularly tough to crack tribal chieftain with an unexpected proposition. The Young Hart of Dixie star goes on a vacation getaway after a break up and gets more than she bargained for from a Mexican drug lord. In the first decade of the 21st century British nurse Cara follows her boyfriend east to care for the innocent victims of a brutal and bloody power struggle in an unstable country. One night the local militia call at Cara's hospital and accuse her of aiding a subversive American agent. Cara is taken away and questioned in the most excruciating manner, but she knows nothing and is eventually released. She vows to return to Britain and hopes boyfriend Lee will help her, but he has also disappeared. Then one night a CIA agent appears in her room and persuades Cara to flee with him. Betrayed, Cara finds herself stranded and is picked up again by the militia who make full use of their lovely captive. At last Cara is reunited with her boyfriend Lee and hopes again to return home. But Lee has other plans for Cara; plans that will catapult him to unimaginable levels of power and wealth, but will be desperately painful and humiliating for poor Cara. Caning, needles, gang rape, beating, whipping, rape, cutting, genital mutilation, gutting, de-breasting. In the 23rd Century, the human race seems confined to living in The City, a kind of urban paradise ruled by an all-knowing Ordinator, and completely isolated from its surroundings, where people live in an idillic atmosphere of pleasures. But there is a catch: While most of the population seems to accept the rules, a small band of discontents called The Runners try to organize themselves for a dash to the mythic Outside, hoping to evade their fate. In response, the Ordinator, or She, has established a security corps called the DS, or Sandmen, whose task is disrupting the The Runners' activities by whatever means at hand, including infiltration, assault, killing and torture. In the medieval countryside sweet ophan Bella makes a meagre living selling herbal remedies in her quiet village. Then one afternoon the Duke's son passes by her tiny cottage on his large, black stallion. A few days later he returns to woo the lovely, young peasant girl, much to the disgust of his proud father. This must be witchcraft! The Duke has poor Bella arrested and calls in the Grand Inquisitor and all his entourage. Not content with just one sexy, young witch to put to the question, the Grand Inquisitor's men are soon rounding up all the most attractive women in the neighbourhood. Confessions and denouncements are painfully extracted from the chained women in the torture chamber beneath the Grand Hall and the condemned witches are then handed back for public burning. All the while a terrified Bella awaits her own fiery fate. Witchcraft, Inquisition, pricking, rape, rack, vaginal pear, whipping, breast torture, red hot irons, burning at the stake. Recruited by the Resistance she enjoys the thrill of helping Allied pilots escape back to Britain until one stormy night she lands in the hands of a troop of Nazi soldiers. They use and abuse her sexy body with impunity, leaving her with physical and mental scars. Anna survives and resumes her secret nocturnal activities, but the Nazi's are closing in and she has to run for her life. Once again she finds herself held captive, but this time by ruthless, trained Gestapo interrogators desperate to crush the local Resistance movement. WWII, French Resistance, rape, cutting, burning, consensual sex, gang rape, electro-torture, whipping, breast torture, firing squad. An unapologetically vile and twisted tale in which a hot and busty GIMP is relentlessly tortured to death by a trio of female sadists for no apparent reason other than that she is hot and busty. Her big breasts initially get a lot of unwanted attention from her tormentors, but after they fail to remain attached to their owner's chest, things heat up in more ways than one and come to an extremely brutal climax also in more ways than one. No plot to get in the way of the action and no character development to make you feel sorry for the heroine. Some linked illustrations by Zerns included! Haughty College babe Jody is abducted at gunpoint and taken to a private dungeon where she is tortured and raped by two men. A beautiful noblewoman is flogged, tortured and executed as she refuses to renounce her faith. Vanessa, a beautiful young copy writer in a top secret industrialresearch facility, finds herself trapped in an unauthorized area with a modern-day version of the guillotine. A female student is sent by her dean to deliver a special invitation to a wealthy industrialist outside of Tokyo who takes her to be a spy or a trespasser. Young beautiful innocent women accused of being witches are sent the dreaded sadistic Inquisitor Herman. The sadist applies the most diabolical tortures to their fettered bodies and delights in their shrieks of pain. The young star travels to South Korea to promote a movie and is kidnapped. A college girl suddenly finds herself in the playroom of a gentleman sexual torture expert who tortures her for hours and returns her to her own bed. Another oldie but goodie from Ambrose. More interrogation, more whipping. Not Mr. Chang this time but Mr. Still, "A rose by any other name A young star involved in humanitarian work underestimates the danger when in an unstable foreign land. A young Disney Star is kidnapped, tortured and assaulted by a group of psychotic fans. What would you do if a beautiful woman was being tortured to death in front of your eyes and you could do something about it? A lawyer is arrested and interrogated by the secret police. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger. Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order. She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction. Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind. Night has come early and darkness leads her way home. Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead. She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Not hers. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Something familiar. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife. But more so she sees his eyes. Their Hunger. Their Lust. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek. The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders. Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra. She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth. His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood. She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass. His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent. Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Why do I want this? Not the largest she has ever seen but it will hurt once its thrust into her, she knows. And the curvature would make a nice fit rubbing her clit in all the right places. Jovelyn, embarrassed tries to look away but Joe has grabbed her by the neck once again. He removes the ball gag from her mouth and brings her face to his. With roughness and passion he kisses her, choking her until she gasps. Without giving her a chance to breath he sticks his tongue in her mouth. Tasting her tongue with his. He holds her, kissing her, tasting her, choking her. After long moments he allows her to breathe. He pulls her back, she looks at him gasping for breath. He smiles. Slowly and with great power he forces her head down. Down to his waiting member throbbing with anticipation. She tries to fight it, he is too powerful. The head of his penis touches her lips. She tries to deny him this access but with a thrust her lips part and she can feel his penis fill her mouth. She can taste his member on her tongue. The saltiness of his pre-cum. As if a force has taken over her she begins to taste him more, to lick him, to suck him. She needs him, she wants him, what is she thinking? Dizzy and her mind a blur she begins to passionately take him in her mouth. She lets a smile slip from her lips as she hears him moan in pleasure. I want to taste him, I want to feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth. He kidnapped me. She pulls away, struggling to break free. He yanks her hair back forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand and slaps her across the cheek. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He grabs her by the hair once more turning her head to look back at him. The lust in his eyes blazes as she looks at him, tears running down her cheeks. He winks at her as he grabs her waist with his free hand and pulls her into him. Jovelyn screams out in pain as he savagely thrusts his penis into her unprepared vagina. He shoves her head into the bed as he begins to thrust his manhood into her. Forcefully, deeply. Over and over. The head of his penis rubbing against her clit with each full stroke. Gasping she begins to cry out. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this. Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Jovelyn cums again. Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously. Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain. He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more. His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me. He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. I remembered his rule from earlier. Soon, I felt his cock again stretch my hungry, wet pussy from behind. His thrusts were deeper now, in this position. I gripped the sheets as he held on to my waist and pulled me back into his cock. I did, and was greeted by his outstretched finger, which he soon pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked his finger just as I had sucked his cock: I tightened my lips around it while also swirling my tongue around the tip. He let out a moan that made me feel triumphant. I could tell he was enjoying himself, too. Then he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt another new sensation. While his cock was still stretching and thrusting in my pussy from behind, now I felt the tip of his finger, wet with my saliva, circling the opening of my asshole. A second or two later, he slipped his finger into my tight asshole. I gasped immediately, having never felt my holes so completely filled as I did in this very moment. He fucked my ass with his finger in the same rhythm to match his thrusts inside my pussy. With my request granted, I closed my eyes and focused again on the feeling of Nate completely filling my holes. I gripped the sheets and pushed my ass and pussy back onto him, taking both his cock and his finger into myself harder. My tits hung down below me, with my nipples the hardest I could ever recall them being. My legs began to shake and my juices gave way, dripping down my thigh. I immediately relaxed. I turned over, again on my back. Nate held onto my wrists again, over my head. He let out another little growl of enthusiasm and began fiercely thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as I could to take all of him in with each thrust. Soon, he, too, began to shake and moan quietly at first, then louder. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, removed the condom, and shot his warm cum all over my tits. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting my nipples, cleavage, and neck. Lick and suck until not a drop of cum remains on my cock. Day 1 of experimentation as a Sub was a success and it appeared that this was going to be an educational summer. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs. He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels. I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face. I opened my mouth and he placed his stirring manhood inside my mouth. I felt it harden as he slid it back and forth over my tongue, steadying himself with his hands on top of my head. This is the only dick that goes in your mouth. He put his cock back in his pants before attaching a small link metal leash onto my collar. Greg took the house key on a maroon tassel and wound it around my wrist, to wear like a bracelet, before we followed the music to the stairs. My mouth dropped at the scene below. A crowd of party goers in outrageous outfits filled the foyer, mixing and mingling with drinks in their hands as they made their way to explore the rooms of themed decadence. Our little club of twenty guests had swelled to over one hundred strangers with more arriving by Uber and cab. Doms led their scantily dressed slaves around by leashes. I passed a woman wearing a bunch of belts as a skimpy dress, her ass cheeks jiggling as she made her way to one of the bars. A hairy bear of a man in black leather pants brushed by me as he led a skinny dude dressed in a full leather body suit and a gimp mask with a closed zipper mouth being by the leash. There were women in French maid outfits. And those were the tame ones. We approached the mysterious, infamous Play Pen. The basement, a finished recreation room had been turned into a dark, intimate orgy room lit by well-placed white cylinders of electric candles. The place smelled of new plastic and the pungent funk of sex. Sheets covered bean bags and couches, and baskets of condoms and lube were placed on nearby tables. People had paired off and were having oral sex and fucking in dark corners while others made out on couches in the shadows. Rugged groans and passionate moans flowed from dark. Greg tugged my leash and we walked over to a girl in a sex swing surrounded by four guys. We sipped our drinks as we watched a blind folded busty blonde woman in her thirties restrained on the black leather seat suspended from the ceiling by chains get fucked by a muscular guy with hairy chest. I found myself getting aroused, turned on by the sound of skin slapping skin. A cheer from behind me made me look over my shoulder to the crowd surrounded a pool table lit by an overhead billiard lights. Through the shadowy bodies, I saw a red headed girl with pale skin lying on the table. Her legs split were up in the air, held there by a masked man pounding her tight hole while others watched, stroking their hard cocks as they waited for their turn. The masked man shoved his dick into her balls deep and he growled as he came before withdrawing from young woman. Her inner thighs glistened with cum and lube. He prodded it with his curved nine inch dick until it found its way in. An older bald man stuck his tongue in her ear. I wanted to touch myself, to masturbate until I came. I turned to Greg still fixated on the sight of the blonde with the bouncing breasts getting banged in the sex swing. Too mesmerized by the sight of the girl getting fucked in the swing, Greg simply let go of my hand. Totally worked up, my inner thighs now slick, I walked away to cool down. My leash bounced against my half exposed breasts as I slinked through the groups of people watching sex acts. I tromped up the stairs out of the basement and through the crowd to the stairs where security let me through to my room. I simply peed and cleaned myself up between my legs, now cool enough to the point where I no longer yearned to rub out a quick orgasm. I returned downstairs but before I headed back down to the basement to find Greg, I stopped off at the bar outside the dance room for another drink. Between the sexy music, the anything goes atmosphere and all the bondage gear, I felt like pouncing on someone. I wanted to be a domme. It was then that I saw her, the girl sipping a club soda two people down the bar. She had dark hair like me but instead of being dressed in black, as ninety nine percent of the people were wearing, she was dressed a white tube top and tight white bell bottom pants. She looked like a lamb. She was just standing there, this young thing younger than I, waiting for someone to take advantage of her. I grabbed my drink and sidled up beside her. She was much shorter than I but had bigger boobs. She looked up at me. Such a pretty face with pillowy pink lips big brown eyes topped with black lashes. Her fine gold necklaces flashed against her pretty tanned skin. I want to be her. I took her by the hand. Her limp hand remained in my grip. I took her by the hand and with our drinks in hand, I led Gina to the stairs. Security stepped aside to let us pass. She was impressed. I unlocked our door and brought her inside before closing it behind me. Except for the bass beat thumping up from the floor, the room was completely quiet. I set down my drink before approaching her. She waited in wide eyed anticipation. I took the drink from her hand and set it down then yanked down her top. Her gold necklaces landed between her caramel tipped boobs. She looked at me with questioning eyes. We exchanged no words. I tweaked her nipples with my fingers and pulled her closer to me. I gently squeezed her natural tits. Her breath was warm on my neck. Then I placed my hands upon her shoulders and with my eyes locked upon her, I firmly forced her to kneel. She put up no resistance as she dropped to one knee and then the other. I pulled my tight dress up over my butt, sat on the bed and spread my legs. I had no panties on. She stared at the naked pussy, then up at me. I gave her a serious look like a mean girl who just trapped a freshman in the bathroom. She returned her gaze to my sex before she wrapped her hands around my butt, and leaned in to lick me. Her little tentative tongue parted my pussy lips and probed until it found my swollen clit on which she started to suck as though it were her new obsession. It felt so good. Then the little fox used her fingers to pry open my lips where she pressed her face all the way in. My hips involuntarily bucked my pelvis against her muffled face as her tongue hit my sweet spot time and time again. She knew what she was doing. My hands dug into her silky hair and I fell back against the bed as she gave my now exposed clit a thorough licking. I clutched her head to me so tightly, I wondered if she could breathe. Her tongue moved quicker, urgent to send me over the edge. Her hair rubbed between my thighs before I let her go. Gina kept her head in my crotch, gently flicking little loving tongue across my pussy in total devotion. She looked so hot. I gently pushed her from my too sensitive clit and closed my legs. I stood and pulled my dress down before helping her to her feet. Then I kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. I led her to the bathroom where we fixed our faces, she washing off the crusting fluids around her lips with a dampened wash towel. We both left the room, going back downstairs where I let go of her hand. She drifted off into the crowd as I made my way to the warm and stuffy basement where I left Greg. He was still watching the woman in the leather sex swing getting pegged, this time by an athletic mistress with a black pixie cut hair with a big purple strap-on. The woman had a demonic red lipped smile as she slowly pumped the ten inch dildo in and out of the blonde. It was so lurid. Greg finally noticed my return. It dawned on me that I had unwittingly given him a reason to punish me. He took me by my leash and led me to a leather padded wooden A-shaped sawhorse which had buckled leather restraints at the base of it four legs. I resisted, afraid of what would come next, but he yanked my leash down. I bent over the padded top, resting my stomach and breast upon it before letting my arms hang down. My hair fell over me as I head hung over the edge. Greg nudged my legs open with his feet. My ankles wobbled in the unsteady heels as he buckled my ankles to the wooden legs. He walked around and alternated between smiling in my face and looking down at his job as he buckled my wrist into the leather cuff. You must be punished. I have been and always will be a sub but I did not have a complete understanding of what I would be willing to explore. The stories I post here will chronicle that evolution. He had made me a collar the night before. It was rough, just a piece of vegetan leather with a heavy chrome buckle and a leash loop. It had only one hole and it was made to fit me tight. I turned up my nose when he presented it to me. He is an experienced craftsman and I knew he was capable of better. I am his treasured pet and I thought foolishly that I was deserving of better. If you behave I will make you a nicer one. I beamed at him and allowed him to put it on me. It was tight and rigid, the edges were almost sharp. The buckle felt cold and heavy on the back of my neck. Fuck, did I feel sexy. So she decided to have a some private little games in the locker on the coming Friday where her parents will be on a business trip for a week and will not have anytime to bother her. She pulled out her recent bought armbinder leotard which was tailored one size smaller than her size. The suit was made of some material similar to lycra but was tougher but not so stretchable and she has struggle to put on the suit. An instead of lace for the. The third-generation Indian teen lay back on her bed, talking on the phone with her boyfriend. I really want to see this place. I know you can do it! I would never have held up the bet. We should just forget this! The job was a simple one. Hunt down a mage who stole from various towns in the past few weeks. Lucy Heartfilia continued to read the flyer over a few times for the details. The mage they were searching for was female; about 5'7" with long brown hair, light skin, green eyes, and a tattoo set across her left eye. She would also always be wearing a blue Heartkruz shirt and a pair of shorts wherever she appeared. The Titania was walking alongside her- nodding to the girl's words. Attack, turn into authorities, and head back to the guild. When they arrived, they were greeted to a rather odd sight. Every single man, woman, and child withi. It had been nearly a year now since Avatar Aang and his friends had defeated Phoenix Lord Ozai and now as the world was ushered into a era of peace the females of the past war had decided to gather for a night of parting on Christmas eve. Katara's usual blue outfit was now red and her blue tights were green and Suki wore her fire nation outfit as well with green tights over her legs. Nicole switched off the vacuum cleaner and sighed softly to herself. Another room finished, hopefully the last one for the time being. She shuffled to the wall and unplugged the vacuum cleaner, slowly because her feet had been shackled with just enough chain to move around at a walk. Her hands had been handcuffed as well, behind her back, with a chain long enough she could keep one hand in front of her at a time. She picked up the cord and looped it loosely around the vacuum. Her work done, Nicole turned to face Mistress Jones, who was sitting on a recliner, a clipboard balanced on one knee. Miss Jones had put her two slaves to work before going upstairs and changing out of her "slave-mistress's" outfit into a more comfortable sweater and jeans. The bag full of bondage supplies sat by the chair, ready for use at a moment's notice. Nicole stood at attention, head bowed, hands clasped behind her back like a modal slave and waited for her "owner" to notice her. The older woman. Nicole heard doors open and slam shut. A second or two later, the trunk opened up, bright early morning light slipping between the bars of Nicole's cage, lighting up the inside of the pet carrier. Nicole saw Rachel's mischievous, grinning face, looking inside at her friend. She'd been ungagged and unchained. Nicole could only reply with a feeble grunt into her gag. Rachel laughed as she unlocked the door and helped Nicole clamber out of the trunk. Mistress Jones had parked in front of a small, but comfortable looking farm house, ringed by tall trees, giving the whole place a quiet, secluded atmosphere. The two girl's "owner" sat back in a chair on the front porch, waiting for them. She motioned for Rachel to lead Nicole ov. Nicole heard doors open and shut, as their captors got out of the van. All of the girls were "mmmppphhhing" excitedly into their gags, Nicole as well. As fun as being kidnapped had been, she was eager to get out and stretch her legs a bit. They'd fallen asleep what felt like hours ago. Also, she couldn't wait to go up on stage to be sold. The teenage girl heard the sliding door open, and a cold breeze blew into the van, eliciting gag muffled cries from the girls as they shivered. Nicole waited in inpatient anticipation as other girls were dragged out of the van. Finally, she felt feminine hands, Polly she guessed, on her, as the volunteer slaver untied her feet, then hauled her out of the van..

The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend Men in barefoot bondage stories putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek.

I wanted desperately to be the Men in barefoot bondage stories girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my Men in barefoot bondage stories burn. Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon.

The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew more info I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding click the following article the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media.

I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as Click to see more felt the weight of metal on my wrists.

With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs.

With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face.

I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an Men in barefoot bondage stories smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly.

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Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a Men in barefoot bondage stories hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth.

With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too.

That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage.

With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair read article of suitors.

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The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised.

The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work.

Cxc Wwwxxx Watch My sexy couple pics Video Sexcontact enschede. He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up. He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-. Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand. Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me. He unwraps the belt from my neck. Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom. Hard, unforgiving, brutal. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I cant believe that it might happen again. The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight. A very horny, somewhat lazy, curious to a fault, college student. I lived at home and had just started waiting tables at a restaurant, I took 4 classes at a local community college and played video games on the weekends and at night. When I say sex, I mean bondage. Of course, I was still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I liked being tied up, and loved how women looked bound. So, when I was 13 and got cable internet and my own computer, I went berserk. Through high school I would, occasionally, get to tie up whatever girlfriend I had at the time. I joined any and every bdsm and fetish website I could find that had forums or dating aspects to it. This was before websites like okcupid, tinder, and fetlife were around, right at the advent of myspace. So it was to my great surprise that a woman had taken a liking to me. Janet Miss Janet, or Mistress Janet was 47, lived in Philadelphia a 3 hour drive from where I was , and had extreme expertise in traditional rope bondage. We met on a rope bondage forum that had a specific thread and portion of its website for meeting like minded individuals. The very early egg to online dating, looking back on it. She was very visible on the forum, and as a way to prove my masculinity and how kinky I was, I would send her pictures of myself. I had a cheap gag, she saw me gagged. I had a small, pink, buttplug. She saw my butt plugged. I had a plastic, locking chastity device. She made sure I locked myself up. I loved the attention. I was a bit skeptical. To this day it is still a rarity that a young male finds an actual domme female, right? I still wondered why this woman, who had plenty of partners, would take interest in a year old boy who lived miles away. I would find out the week after I turned I drove the 3 or so hours to Philadelphia to spend a weekend with a stranger. I was insatiably horny and struggled to not jerk off for the few days leading up to my visit. I was incredibly nervous, more for the drive than for actual visit, just hoping my 15 year old Acura would last the trip. Miss Janet requested I arrive at 11 am sharp, so at Her apartment was in an old, refurbished brick building. The first floor of which were various shops, a deli, and a casual restaurant. She lived on the third floor in an open-floor plan, massive studio apartment. The windows let in light and let out views of a park and the city. It was enviable. I still think about this apartment, it was absolutely fantastic. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet. Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed. It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery. Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage. I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally. There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing. She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless. I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time. My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight. Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted. I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place. The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys. Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings. Probably left over from the last owner. Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically. Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. She laughed briefly. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. An empty vase. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. Cops and robbers. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek. I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn. Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon. The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media. I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists. With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs. With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger. Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order. She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction. Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind. Night has come early and darkness leads her way home. Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead. She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Not hers. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Something familiar. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife. But more so she sees his eyes. Their Hunger. Their Lust. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek. The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders. Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra. She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth. His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood. She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass. His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent. Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Why do I want this? Not the largest she has ever seen but it will hurt once its thrust into her, she knows. And the curvature would make a nice fit rubbing her clit in all the right places. Jovelyn, embarrassed tries to look away but Joe has grabbed her by the neck once again. He removes the ball gag from her mouth and brings her face to his. With roughness and passion he kisses her, choking her until she gasps. Without giving her a chance to breath he sticks his tongue in her mouth. Tasting her tongue with his. He holds her, kissing her, tasting her, choking her. After long moments he allows her to breathe. He pulls her back, she looks at him gasping for breath. He smiles. Slowly and with great power he forces her head down. Down to his waiting member throbbing with anticipation. She tries to fight it, he is too powerful. The head of his penis touches her lips. She tries to deny him this access but with a thrust her lips part and she can feel his penis fill her mouth. She can taste his member on her tongue. The saltiness of his pre-cum. As if a force has taken over her she begins to taste him more, to lick him, to suck him. She needs him, she wants him, what is she thinking? Dizzy and her mind a blur she begins to passionately take him in her mouth. She lets a smile slip from her lips as she hears him moan in pleasure. I want to taste him, I want to feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth. He kidnapped me. She pulls away, struggling to break free. He yanks her hair back forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand and slaps her across the cheek. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He grabs her by the hair once more turning her head to look back at him. The lust in his eyes blazes as she looks at him, tears running down her cheeks. He winks at her as he grabs her waist with his free hand and pulls her into him. Jovelyn screams out in pain as he savagely thrusts his penis into her unprepared vagina. He shoves her head into the bed as he begins to thrust his manhood into her. Forcefully, deeply. Over and over. The head of his penis rubbing against her clit with each full stroke. Gasping she begins to cry out. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this. Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Jovelyn cums again. Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously. Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain. He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more. His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me. He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. Entering from her back, she manage to slide into the locker and use her restricted leg to close the locker door with some effort. The moment the door was closed, she knew she was safe at this moment. Before she was relief, the vibrator spring to live pushing Sunny near to the edge but Sunny knew this was. Sunny was born into a wealthy family, she could do whatever she wants and her parents were too busy in their business than bothering her on what she. She used to having selfbondage in her house to spice up her life but she was unsatisfied with it and decided to add some thrill in her life before graduating by performing a selfbondage in school, risking herself of being caught red handed by other. 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In the chaos following the end of WWII, Irma Mirau, a former wardress at the Nazi death camp of Belsen, escapes the Allied dragnet and makes her way to the Austrian Tyroll, where she successfully poses as a distant relative of the owner of the castle at Dolsach, who was liquidated at Dachau near the end of the war. Once her ownership is finalized, she restores the torture chamber and sets out to recreate the blood rites held by the Nazis during the war. She pretends to be looking for housekeeping workers, interviewing those who apply until she finds beautiful women who are alone in the world and will not be missed. Once these hopeful employees arrive at the castle, hoping for a new life, they are instead taken down to the restored dungeon and tortured to death in front of an audience of the Nazi faithful, who are willing to pay dearly for the opportunity. Rack, hot iron, hot needles, roasting alive, death. A beautiful blonde woman is captured while she is exploring an obscure island. 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When the daughter of one of the leaders of the opposition is captured she suffers brutally before giving up a name. The girl named is captured and receives more of the same. The brutality she suffers in the hellish hostel provokes her to fight back and to assassinate a depraved Nazi Captain. For her crime she is mercilessly punished. A young man in government service visits Bridewell and becomes obsessed with one of the prisoners he sees being flogged there. It turns out he's not the only one. Three young nurses just arriving in South Vietnam in run afoul of a sadistic North Vietnamese Colonel who has years of experience capturing and torturing prisoners of war. Then things get much worse. A girl is left to die on a beach. A story from the early days of the web. A man and his wife are waylaid by an Apache war party, the man is killed and the woman captured. 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Since Schloss was written long after Annetje yet before that story's rewrite and post I have some nipple torture with wasps again in the belief that there is no reason to abandon a good idea to history. Nazi, whipping, nipple torture, breast torture, genital torture, wasp torture, rack, and rape. Part One of an episodic Nazi sadism work. In this part, we meet the primary German characters and the action starts with the torture of three victims. A spoiled young European girl is captured by Arab pirates and sold to an Omani Prince who enjoys playing sadistic games with his female slaves. Whipping, burning, wasps, breast torture, genital torture, rape, bastinado. A mother and daughter spend some quality time together. In the Republic of Roissy, a beautiful foreign visitor named Erica Hawthorne makes a mistake and ends up sentenced to a year in the Republic's prison reserved for unruly females. When a tall, beautiful Western woman who is also a soldier falls into the hands of a group of young desert fighters, they don't hesitate to take full advantage of their good fortune. Is she brave enough to resist what will happen to her? A young woman is kidnapped at a beach party by pirates. A victim of a small town's abuse is avenged, but is the avenger worse? DAWN by Ed: A story set in 16th century England of a young servant girl falsely accused of heresy. Taking advantage of Bloody Mary's Catholic Inquisition for his own sadistic lusts, the village magistrate subjects her to days of harrowing torture and rape. A naked, yoked filly is chased through the western high range country. A lady reporter discovers the real West. At the height of the Dirty War in Chile, soldiers held bets on which could abduct the prettiest girl to rape and torture. In this story, a university girl catches the eye of a solider who thinks she's the key to winning. After abducting and raping her, he tests her pain tolerance in preparation for a torture contest and ponders what will happen to her when the other soldiers arrive. A man is lucky enough to have the police on his side after a robbery. A modern fiction writer discovers she has written something non-fictional: A hitchhiker discovers new ways to ride. The ruthless but slightly incompetent Iranian agents continue the frantic search for the lost documents giving clues on the bombing of a Jewish social institution at Buenos Aires, creating chaos and mayhem all around the city. This time, it is the Israelis who have sent a local agent into the Iranian Embassy in the intent to find it. She failed. A walk downtown turns into a life changing event. Natasha finds out that being a bad girlfriend can be a big mistake. Arrested for her father's stupidity, Alice Turner is faced with a cruel ordeal to prove her innocence. After a tour of Duke Andressen's dungeons, how much pain can she willingly endure to keep herself from the even more hideous tortures that await if she fails? The Bugbottom Rodeo Queen discovers that just smiling isn't enough, she has to be roped and ridden too. A pretty young Boer servant girl rejects the advances of her employer's son in his absence. Incensed, he contrives a way to get his revenge on her. In the 's, Spanish minions of the tyrannical Duke of Alba capture a beautiful young prisoner and interrogate her as to the whereabouts of Lamoral, the leader of the rebels in the Low Countries. A French journalist is finally arrested. A lost Spanish galleon full of gold and antique artefacts might have been found off Bermuda by a couple of amateur divers and treasure hunters. However, on the site of the ancient wreck lies another, a modern ship with a cargo of ampoules containing the purest morphine for medical use. Which one holds the real treasure? As several gangs scramble for it, the two innocent? The princess of a defeated nation is dragged into the torture chamber for what she thinks is interrogation, but in reality her tormentors only want to make her suffer a slow and terrible death. She is stretched on the rack and burned with hot irons until she can take no more and her resolve breaks and she begs to tell all. A very well told tale from the viewpoints of the victim and the torturer that very nicely describes the princess's horror and emotions. Unfortunately for her, the plot was discovered, and she was the one conducted to the chamber to be ruthlessly interrogated on the dreaded rack by the skillful interrogator and the clever spymaster. She swore that her interrogators would never learn anything from her, but that was before she found herself being stretched far beyond the limits of her strong, young body. A bounty hunter spends an evening at a private bondage event where two girls face a horrible test of pain and fortitude. Who will be next? An unfaithful wife of the sultan gets caught by his sister and is publicly executed. An American post-grad student attends a demonstration in a foreign country and finds herself arrested, abused, tortured and flogged. An intense story where a woman is kidnapped and forced to endure severe torture with firecrackers, especially to her feet. An illustrated story about a girl with strange fetishes whose dreams come true after an online encounter. This story brings you through her years of experimentation, frustration and rejection until she finally lives out her wildest dreams. Photos are original renderings. White women are captured by a tribe of Indians and subjected to brutal slow tortures, most of them involving various methods of burning over a period of several days. Extreme torture and snuff, graphic violence. Chapter One This is the story of Emma, whose fantasy cravings eventually led her to explore what it would be like to experience them in real life. She seeks out a service who caters to the needs of those who have unable to explore what the crave. She gets much more than she bargained for. It is around AD, and the weak Fatimid Caliphate at Cairo holds precariously facing intrigues and conspiracies. Nur ed-Din, the ruler of Aleppo and the Muslim aspiring strong man against the Crusader States, has little respect for those princelings, but no alternative other than supporting them for the moment. He has sent one of his operatives to infiltrate the household of a powerful magnate suspected of leading a ring of conspirators. Unfortunately, the operative's cover is blown, or maybe it's not so? A young woman, abducted by a press gang, is subjected to medical experiments before escaping into a winter white-out, where she encounters two hunters who may or may not be on her side. It is a tale of horror, survival, and society. A young servant in a medieval German village makes the mistake of falling in love and getting pregnant to a nobleman with a very jealous wife. The wife eventually gets her revenge on the young servant and her teenage sister. In a barbaric medieval kingdom, a beautiful blonde princess is enslaved by a cruel tyrant. When she rejects his foul advances, he and his brutal henchmen punish her severely for not submitting to their depraved desires. A girl goes for an audition and finds that the process takes her further than she could ever have imagined. Nothing in drama school prepared her for this. Her Celtic people defeated by the Romans, a beautiful young Celtic woman trying to help a priestess escape is instead captured herself. Now this proud, strong, and beautiful barbarian defiantly faces unspeakable torment at the hands of the Roman invaders. 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What could be your fate when your name is Agatha? A campaigning journalist in a Latin American dictatorship is arrested by the regime, is stripped, beaten and tortured before her arch-enemy gets his hands on her. Humiliation, strip-search, paddling, caning, flogging, water torture, sleep deprivation, suspension, electric shocks. Originally written for French speaking people, then translated on cruxforums by members in their mother's tongue important. Classical medieval story where an innocent wench is interrogated by a couple of sadistic executioners. Based on true events, circa , in France, alleged witches were dragged on a cart while having their breasts ripped by red-hot pliers. Many well known paintings inside. Air Force 1st Lieutenant Kenzie McKnight is on a "play date" with her new boyfriend - acting out a capture and interrogation scene In reality, her boyfriend is the most sadistic member of the dreaded Russian 5-SS, which has installed a new torture facility on U. The hot, young and fit Kenzie is its first visitor, and her "date" is about to devolve into a horrific nightmare. In February a young Malaysian businessman at a trade conference in Jakarta has a wild night of hard BDSM play and sex in his hotel room with a gorgeous young Western girl. Months later Diana, a student from Manchester, England, is on placement with a giant pharmaceutical company in China. The organisation's CEO, who has a reputation for welcoming pretty female students in a very personal manner, soon invites Diana to an intimate dinner in his private apartment. When she wakes Diana is detained by security guards and accused of spying. Spread naked and exposed in a modern torture room a faceless voice accuses her of spying. Diana denies any involvement even when a stone-faced Chinese torturer starts to work on her beautiful, naked body with brutal, bloody expertise. As the weight of evidence against her grows and her interrogation becomes ever more agonising, will Diana finally admit her guilt and reveal her contacts? When the beautiful Lady Agnes is accused of blasphemy, everybody from the surrounding villages turns out to watch her punishment. Stripping, public flogging. She meets a horrible, slow demise after sadistic torture and graphic sexual abuse from her lesbian captor. A female pilot has been shot down over enemy territory, and is in the hands of her sadistic enemy. Her torture takes a bad turn when her copilot is added to the captor's fun. This story includes interrogation, rape and torture including unique electro and chemical techniques, corporal punishment and burning. The peasants who passed the house of the Count of Cenara trembled, for they too often heard the faint sounds of suffering humanity from that house--feminine humanity. 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A beautiful young noblewoman criticises the corrupt local bishop but forces beyond her control lead to her being delivered to the church to takes its revenge. She is birched and humiliated before the mob. Justine, an underground revolutionary, is captured and interrogated under torture to give up the names of others in her group. One of those is a woman who is an agent of the revolutionary group working as a spy at secret police headquarters and who has been assigned to assist in Justine's torture. Aquileia was taken by the Huns in AD and was so totally destroyed that the city ceased to exist and was never reoccupied. This is the story of the female citizens who were unlucky enough to still be alive when the savage hoards entered the city. In the eighteenth century two pretty young women discover the terrors of pirate slavery. Their gentle and protected lifestyle is rent and rendered as savagely as are their beauteous bodies. Ambushed and captured in the warm climes of the British Bahamas they journey east across the ocean. The girls are raped and tortured to excess as they try to escape and are re-captured. Midway across the ocean three more young women are commandeered from a captured French Frigate. As prisoners they too suffer the horrors of incarceration aboard a ship of depraved buccaneers. What begins as a routine kidnapping in which cash should ensure the release of the hostages soon turns into a perilous journey for the two women as they become pawns at the mercy of their brutal captors. This story is twisted in more ways than one, and all but a single character ultimately faces a change of plans. It's 11 years since Susanna Martinez was arrested and tortured by the secret police. In the distant future, during what might become World War 3, the British government has been forced to implement an operation called "E. A", in which someone deep in debt with them and with a lot of previous combat experience will be trained up, taken to Saudi Arabia and given the task of stopping the infamous Ghost, an Islamic terrorist leader. The candidates name is Caroline Walters, an ex-cop, now a lot older. She is still very promising and fit, but when she arrives at her mission, she finds it much more of a daunting and horrifying task than she'd ever imagined possible. Two men try to break a woman, but for what purpose? A beautiful rebel leader near Jerusalem is betrayed and captured by the Romans. With the priests also taking their revenge on her, she is raped, beaten and sentenced to flogging and crucifixion. A young botanist is captured by a tribe of jungle cannibals and slowly boiled alive for their supper. This is a very graphic story and my personal favorite. A pitcher and a batter ed play an intense World Series finale. With whipping, weighted body parts, and more whipping. A CIA operative is captured by the Russians and raped, tortured and humiliated even before she is interrogated. An American agent is captured and tortured by a Chinese interrogator working for the North Koreans. Under torture she gives up the name of an undercover operative working inside the cartel. At Jack Mallory's gym, he trains boxers. Hannah is no boxer, but she'll serve to prove Jack's genuine contenders have the killer instinct. A conference away from home leads to an unpleasant meeting. All that appears to stand between the six officers of a 17th century privateer ship and their pursuit of the man who stole their loot is a buxom tavern wench. What shall they do? Indeed, what shall they not? A young teaching assistant makes a terrible mistake when she makes allegations against a priest. She is punished by the school but just as she thinks she's escaped, she finds herself trapped by a conspiracy that has spun out of control. A beautiful Australian photographer on assignment overseas is arrested at an anti-government demonstration and is severely beaten as she is interrogated by police desperate for results. Upon meeting Major Katashi Yamada in at the reception, young and pretty Chelsea Whitney, a British doctor's wife in Hong Kong at the outbreak of the Pacific war in , was unable to conceal her racism. She offended the Japanese Major and spewed reprehensible statements about the Empire of Japan as well. This story details the repercussions inflicted upon Dr. Whitney's wife and two teenaged daughters for the lack of respect shown to Major Katashi Yamada and his homeland, insults he took very personally. Home invasion, beating, rape, vaginal torture, more rape, more beating and yes, more rape. Hot coffee poured on young breasts during rape, snuff X3. LISA by Osouk: A spy is caught and persuaded to cooperate. 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A tiny hamlet of seven young women exemplifies the former; to their misfortune, the raider gang known as the Scars are very much the latter. A band of brigands led by Gaetano Mammone in eighteenth century Italy conducts a reign of terror through the countryside, kidnapping and torturing women for profit and their own enjoyment even as his depredations are covertly covered up by the king because of help Mammone provided during wartime. He gave his brand of slaughter and torture a special name and then set out to snare all the young and innocent in a web of rape, agony and savage murder. The pirate, El Diablo, operating in the area around Hispanola, captures ships carrying rich loot and sometimes the pampered, aristocratic wives and daughters of important Spanish officials. Gripping her hard by the hair, forcing her head back, almost causing her to lose her balance, I lowered my lips to her ear. She let out a cry and began to shudder. I knew she was cumming. I held her face looking at mine as she came, her pretty features contorting in ecstasy. She obeyed as I went to my jeans, and slid my belt out of the loops. I heard her breathing, ragged and hungry as I approached her leaking body, the scent of her pussy heavy in the air as I ran my belt over her thighs and up to her plump little ass. I struck her rear softly, hearing the moans of disappointment, before amping up my blows—not to the point that I would leave lasting welts, but enough that her butt visibly swelled under the rain of slaps. She cried out with each blow, adding in the number at the end. We stopped at sixteen—eight on each cheek. She was trembling very slightly as I took hold of her hips. She groaned as I slid my cock into her for the second time that night. Whereas before, I had looked her in the eyes and kissed her slowly as we fucked, now I began to pound her, grabbing her by the hair from behind as I rode her. Finally, I pulled out of her. I pulled her by her hair back onto the floor, flinging her like a rag doll as I pressed my slick cock between her lips, forcing her to taste her own juices as she began to obediently suck me. With a groan, I came in her mouth and she swallowed it with a smile. Afterwards, I held her close—after-care, there it was again—and she curled herself up against my chest, burying her face in my chest hair. So, that summer, we continued to see one another. We continued our play sessions, nearly every single day, and at the end of the summer, she had accepted a job across the country working at a start up. We broke up then, so to speak—it was her first real job out of college, in a new city, and I had no illusions about the new people and experiences she might want to meet and have. I was planning on going to a rope social. Outside my clothing, unfortunately. She was shy, and not much of an exhibitionist, so it took some convincing. But a couple minutes later, I had her clothes, and she was standing nude in front of a dozen people. I was even a little concerned, because I discovered that she had only had one leg, so we were tying up and abusing a poor little handicapped girl. And not much would have shocked me at this point! She asked for her clothes back, but I refused to hand over her panties. So instead she put on her shirt, and an apron she found in the kitchen. Or at all. So as we watched the other partygoers move on to the next victim, I slipped next to her, and caressed her back and ass. For ease of access, I then got on my knees beside her, and we both quietly watched the festivities. Meanwhile I worked my way between her legs, playing with her labia, and feeling her wetness which was now almost dripping. Soon I slipped a couple fingers inside of her, while playing with her clit. Wetness ran down my hand. As we watched in silence, nobody could see precisely what I was doing behind her apron, but most people had an idea…. Eventually I gave her her panties back, and to my dismay she got dressed. People were getting tied up, spanked, whipped, and every vibrator had its batteries fully depleted. I even got paddled for a bit, which was a first, and I learned it does nothing for me. It was a BDSM social, after all. When things wound down, many people stayed the night. We climbed into it, I stripped down to my underwear, and she took off her leg and pants. Then as people sleepily walked past to get water or whatever from the attached kitchen, we spooned under the covers. Quick side note: I love spooning. So much body contact! She still wearing her panties, but my hand slipped underneath them soon enough. Touching her and playing with her. When it seemed people were finished getting their midnight snacks, I reached down and pulled off her underwear. Rock hard, I pushed into her dripping pussy, and we quietly fucked. I held her tight as I thrust inside of her, silently hoping nobody would see what we were doing under the covers in the dimness. She slipped her underwear back on just in time for the front door to open. A friend of hers, who was too late for the social, walked in. She jumped out of bed, and hopped on her one leg over to him, too excited to put on her prosthetic. Others came to see who came in. After everyone went to bed and things died down again, she fell asleep in my arms, quite happy that the room was cool enough to rely on each other to stay warm. Some time later, in the pitch black of night, I woke up hard as stone. She was still asleep in my arms, unmoving. Should I take advantage of this situation? Take advantage of a submissive, sleeping, helpless, and even handicapped girl? Yes, I think I will. I slid my hand back under her panties, and sure enough, she was still moist between her pussy lips. I rubbed her softly, and after a bit she responded with soft moans and gentle rocking. Unsure if she was fully awake, but knowing she was responding favorably, I pulled the covers off of us. I climbed on top of her, uncaring if someone walked in at this point. Pointing my erection at her dripping pussy, I lowered myself onto her. She moaned, and reached up to hold me. For the second time that night, we became one. I helped her get her panties back on, and we fell asleep together again. Though people suspected, considering the sleeping arrangement. At this point, all three of us had grown pretty close as friends. It started out as requests from my boyfriend, who really gets off to the thought of me with other men. But I warmed up to the idea very, very quickly. A particular memory was us at New Years, where Jack thoroughly beat me at a game of strip poker. Naked, I made sure to pose a bit, just to remind him of what he could still be having. At some point during the night, I make a joke at the expense of Jack. Some insult about his taste in music, just trying to tease a reaction out of him. It works instantly. His face gets so comically serious that I start laughing. Just to make a point I pull my red hair up away from my neck and show it off. Aaron comes back with a studded black belt, swinging it like an idiot. He hands it to Jack, who gives it a few exaggerated cracks. We all laugh, ready to begin whatever comedy bit we think is about to come. He nearly drops his drink. I gasp, my eyes instantly watering. Jack lets off the belt, wiggling his fingers underneath the part around my neck, giving me an inch or two to breathe. I realize that this has escalated past a joke. He sits down on my couch, pulling me along with him. But before I can reach where I was sitting, he points to the floor. At this point, my brain has ceased proper function. Jack and Aaron are laughing at the look on my face. After a few minutes, I am calm enough to take part in the conversation. Things seem almost unnervingly casual. At some point, I let out a huge yawn. Before I can even finish, Jack yanks hard on the belt. The punishment aspect is delicious. I even start yawning deliberately every now and then just to feel him tug hard on my neck. More rules come as the night goes on. Every time I make a joke at his expense, I get a few extra seconds without breath. He stands up, pulls up on the belt, and has me stumble outside beside him on the porch. No coat, and even worse, no bra. I cross my arms and scowl. I realize that if I really wanted to, I could just slip the belt right off and be done with it. But Christ… it just feels so fucking good. My head is literally spinning at this point. Seeing stars. The whole shebang. After a few minutes, he finally finishes his cigarette. I follow back inside, where Aaron is laid out on the love seat, reading on his phone. Before being prompted, I drop down to the floor, right at the spot where Jack was sitting previously. He sits, and I sidle myself between his legs, lying my head on his thigh, not speaking a word. Hell, I am officially a pet, at least for tonight. The phone in my waistband starts buzzing. Aaron is texting me. Oh my god. Is this okay? Let me know. I put the phone down immediately, and the tension lessens. So texts are a no, too. A total of three hours goes by like this. Jack and Aaron having completely normal conversations, me trying my best to join in despite being very, very distracted. Jack seems to be really enjoying himself. His power boner is in full force. The next thirty minutes become a slow crawl up to his dick. He pulls me a little closer, centimeter by centimeter, every minute or so. Pretty soon my face is laying directly on his crotch, me trying hard to keep still, only moving when he pulls me. I sit like than for another twenty, my face basically forced into his hardness, my breath going through his jeans. The tugs of the belt drag my face over his cock. I break. I start running my tongue across it, hoping he can feel it. Aaron is still sitting there, still as a statue, watching. His breathing goes shallow when he hears the wet noises of my mouth kissing cock. Without warning Jack unzips his pants and pulls his cock out of his underwear. What follows now is a forty minute blowjob starring me, officially the most patient girl in the world, now finally getting my payoff. The belt goes slack as I worship his cock, licking patterns up his shaft and sucking hard as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. The alcohol that had burned my throat earlier makes it painful yet so satisfying as his cock reaches deep. He deep throats me over and over and over again. He has the belt pulled tight. His hips are now jack-knifing up into me, his dick pumping in and out as I messily try to keep up. He grabs me by my hair and forces himself down into me, as far as it will go, for one moment, two moments, three-. Not just from the belt, but from the combination of it, the deep throating, the alcohol, and not having slept more than three hours over the past two days. I should probably be embarrassed about it, but for my first time doing something like this, I am happy I even lasted that long. A few seconds later, I come to with Jack cradling my head, and Aaron holding my hand. Both are equally worried, but after I assure them I was okay, they get right back to teasing the ever loving fuck out of me. He unwraps the belt from my neck. Aaron and I said goodnight and almost immediately passed out in our bedroom. Hard, unforgiving, brutal. The next night, again, was a fuckfest between me and Jack. All in all, I had sex four times in two days. I cant believe that it might happen again. The belt is still sitting in the living room, right in plain sight. A very horny, somewhat lazy, curious to a fault, college student. I lived at home and had just started waiting tables at a restaurant, I took 4 classes at a local community college and played video games on the weekends and at night. When I say sex, I mean bondage. Of course, I was still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I liked being tied up, and loved how women looked bound. So, when I was 13 and got cable internet and my own computer, I went berserk. Through high school I would, occasionally, get to tie up whatever girlfriend I had at the time. I joined any and every bdsm and fetish website I could find that had forums or dating aspects to it. This was before websites like okcupid, tinder, and fetlife were around, right at the advent of myspace. So it was to my great surprise that a woman had taken a liking to me. Janet Miss Janet, or Mistress Janet was 47, lived in Philadelphia a 3 hour drive from where I was , and had extreme expertise in traditional rope bondage. We met on a rope bondage forum that had a specific thread and portion of its website for meeting like minded individuals. The very early egg to online dating, looking back on it. She was very visible on the forum, and as a way to prove my masculinity and how kinky I was, I would send her pictures of myself. I had a cheap gag, she saw me gagged. I had a small, pink, buttplug. She saw my butt plugged. I had a plastic, locking chastity device. She made sure I locked myself up. I loved the attention. I was a bit skeptical. To this day it is still a rarity that a young male finds an actual domme female, right? I still wondered why this woman, who had plenty of partners, would take interest in a year old boy who lived miles away. I would find out the week after I turned I drove the 3 or so hours to Philadelphia to spend a weekend with a stranger. I was insatiably horny and struggled to not jerk off for the few days leading up to my visit. I was incredibly nervous, more for the drive than for actual visit, just hoping my 15 year old Acura would last the trip. Miss Janet requested I arrive at 11 am sharp, so at Her apartment was in an old, refurbished brick building. The first floor of which were various shops, a deli, and a casual restaurant. She lived on the third floor in an open-floor plan, massive studio apartment. The windows let in light and let out views of a park and the city. It was enviable. I still think about this apartment, it was absolutely fantastic. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet. Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed. It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery. Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage. I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally. There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing. She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless. I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time. My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight. Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted. I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place. The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys. Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings. Probably left over from the last owner. Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically. Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. She laughed briefly. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. An empty vase. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. Cops and robbers. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek. I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn. Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon. The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media. I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists. With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs. With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. This is just me talking in my sleep. Early the morning of the auction, to get the volunteers in th. It was early the next morning that Nicole left the house and headed down the road towards Rachel's house. The evening before, she'd discreetly emptied out her schoolbag, which was now filled with her supply of rope, scarves and rolls of tape. She tucked the ball gag Sarah had given her down in the bottom. Nicole grinned to herself. She doubted Sarah had ever imagined, when she'd picked it out, that she'd be wearing it one day. Her evil thoughts of what Rachel and she were going to do to Rachel's older sister, carried the teenage girl down the road with a spring in her step. As Nicole walked up to the front door, she saw Mrs. Morgan's car was gone; doubtless, she was taking her youngest daughter, Laura, to some practice or tournament or whatever. They'd be out of the way all morning. Nicole rang the doorbell and waited a minute or two. The door opened. It was all Nicole could do not to gasp; her eyes widened with surprise. If you haven't read part one, scroll down to the artist comments for links. Good night! She was lying on top of her sleeping bag, spread out on top of a cot next to her friend's bed. Both girls had changed into their clothes for bed; Rachel was her pajamas. Nicole had on an old t-shirt of her father's she almost disappeared in. A shy girl, Nicole had never been comfortable as the center of attention, so it wasn't surprising she found being the "birthday girl" more trying then fun. At least she'd managed to convince her mother on a modest party. Her family had gone out to a movie, along with her best friend Rachel, and Rachel'. Nicole froze, hearing a man's voice coming from inside. Sarah had to tug sharply on Nicole's leash. Nicole could hear excited whispers coming from what sounded like at least half a dozen people in the artificial darkness of her blindfold. She was already wondering if she would ever live the embarrassment of this evening down. Despite that, beneath her embarrassment a tingle of excitement raced down Nicole's spin. Hey, Rachel, how you doing? Who's your friend there? Nicole sighed softly to herself as she finished checking beneath desk in Rachel's mother's office. She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands and feet both shackled. Rachel was absentmindedly humming an off-tune song a few steps behind Nicole. She glanced at the stop watch she was carrying and commented, offhandedly, "That's an hour. You've got two hours left. Rachel's prediction was so far holding true, since she'd found the first key, Nicole hadn't found a single other key. She'd finished checking the living room without turning up anything. Not surprising, Rachel wasn't stupid enough to hide more than one key to a room, forcing Nicole to shuffle around at a slow crawl with her shackled feet, eating up her time. She'd moved onto the next room, then the next, not finding anything. No keys, nothing. Now, she'd lost a third of her time and was no closer to getting free then she was an hour ago. Part 2 Nicole felt Rachel quickly untie her from the chair. In moments, she was free of her bonds, save for her gag and the hood. Rachel made no move to remove the hood. Nicole pulled the sack-hood off while she paid call to nature. She made sure to put it back on before opening the door and stepping back out. Nicole was as eager as Rachel was for this game, whatever she'd come up with, and Nicole didn't want to end up spoiling the surprise by seeing what her friend had prepared to early. All other business concluded, Rachel took Nicole back to the kitchen and pulled the hood off of her friends head..

Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained.

Peru pussy Watch Hot women fucked in the gym Video Lois nude. Who are you looking for? Did I have the right apartment number? Her last name was printed right under the buzzer. For a split second, I feared this was all a ruse and some internet troll sent me to Philadelphia to hassle a random woman. Only my friends and family and coworkers call me Janet. Relief washed over me. May I come up and serve you? Two sets of stairs and a turn down the wooden floored hallway and I was in her apartment. We exchanged pleasantries and talked about the drive down. I complimented her apartment, poked around for the views and sucked down the glass of water she offered up. There was a massive, 8 foot tall St. That caught my eye, and she noticed. It finally settled in. It was 11 am on a friday and I was here until 11 pm Sunday. There was no other way to spend 60 hours than with pure debauchery. Miss Janet wore dress slacks and a green, satin blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show off her veiny, large breasts and ample cleavage. I had told her in one of our conversations how much I loved the traditional secretary look of blouses and satin. Surely she dressed this way intentionally. There were a few nudes of her on the forums, but it was nothing like the real thing. She was curvy, had a slight bit of chubbiness to her but it was, I surmised, just due to being nearly She was a plain looking woman, but obviously pretty nonetheless. I never would have guessed she was a bondage loving Domme that tied up boys in her free time. My fantasies pictured the blonde, huge breasted, leather wearing woman as the one to bind me tight. Not a business professional in casual attire and glasses. I could imagine she was a stunner in her twenties. The laptop and various papers and manilla folders on the kitchen island were scattered about. I told her the usuals, I was in school, worked part time. I assured her nobody was looking for me in my home town. She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted. I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. The table had a 4 inch hole cut in the middle, and after Miss Janet adjusted my body, my cock and bound balls were slotted through the hole, and secured firmly in place. The scene will immediately end, I will untie you and take off all gear and toys. Again, this is for safety. She slipped a blindfold over my head, pumped my cock a few times with her firm grip, and gathered some toys. She returned, marked by the sound of a bag hitting the wooden floor beneath her hogtied teen toy. Squashed between two older homes like a train commuter in rush-hour, the one person home looked lonely. The voicemail I received was brief. I rapped on the weathered door, idly looking at a potted plant that had crept out and hung over its terracotta holdings. Probably left over from the last owner. Clunks reveal Eve, peeking through the gap playfully. She was beautiful, and I would have given anything to sleep with her. Bobbed hair, shaven at the back sat prettily on her heart shaped face. More disheveled than usual, flecking her forehead erratically. Her eyes were sharp and demure, wing-tipped with an unsurprisingly lack of care. I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. She laughed briefly. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. An empty vase. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. Cops and robbers. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. Jesus Christ, she was stunning. Looking through myself, I saw her laughing, a series of snaps entailing her grabbing her friend and putting the cuffs on her. The two grin playfully as Eve grabs her arm and leans in for a kiss on the cheek. I wanted desperately to be the other girl. I slumped into my armchair, withdrawing. My eyes fixated on a carpet stain as I felt my face burn. Those images were still burnt into my head. Bending down on the tiled floor of a changing room, one hand pressed against my sex. My head fully encased in dirty pantyhose, details hidden by layers of black nylon. The pile of dirty hosiery was just too enticing; one sniff lead to another, and before I knew it I was teasing out an orgasm. There was shock, laughter and a stampede of girls rushing out of the room. I could remember the complete shame and worry for hours afterwards, exploding into the worst case scenario when they were plastered all over social media. I fiddled with the handcuffs in my hand erratically, looking up at the ceiling, the walls, anywhere but her eyes. My face reddened and felt like a furnace. I flashed a look her way, perfect lips puckering as they repelled hazy smoke. My wild fiddling stops as I felt the weight of metal on my wrists. With a tug I tried to get them off to no avail. I frowned at her, stretching out my restricted arms. She sprang up, and I heard her stamping up the stairs. With a lurch I followed, hands uncomfortably in front of me. Up fuzzy stairs I went, trying to grab the hand rail with difficulty. Eve had a handle on her closed bedroom door before turning around to face me. I wandered down the short lobby and she had a coy smile on her face. I wearily sighed as her features flashed happily. She looked like she was steeling herself to answer. You guess who it is and you win! I backed off with caution, looking at Eve warily. What was she planning? She scratched her nose non-nonchalantly. I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger. Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order. She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction. Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind. Night has come early and darkness leads her way home. Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead. She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Not hers. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Something familiar. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife. But more so she sees his eyes. Their Hunger. Their Lust. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek. The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders. Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra. She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth. His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood. She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass. His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent. Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Why do I want this? Not the largest she has ever seen but it will hurt once its thrust into her, she knows. And the curvature would make a nice fit rubbing her clit in all the right places. Jovelyn, embarrassed tries to look away but Joe has grabbed her by the neck once again. He removes the ball gag from her mouth and brings her face to his. With roughness and passion he kisses her, choking her until she gasps. Without giving her a chance to breath he sticks his tongue in her mouth. Tasting her tongue with his. He holds her, kissing her, tasting her, choking her. After long moments he allows her to breathe. He pulls her back, she looks at him gasping for breath. He smiles. Slowly and with great power he forces her head down. Down to his waiting member throbbing with anticipation. She tries to fight it, he is too powerful. The head of his penis touches her lips. She tries to deny him this access but with a thrust her lips part and she can feel his penis fill her mouth. She can taste his member on her tongue. The saltiness of his pre-cum. As if a force has taken over her she begins to taste him more, to lick him, to suck him. She needs him, she wants him, what is she thinking? Dizzy and her mind a blur she begins to passionately take him in her mouth. She lets a smile slip from her lips as she hears him moan in pleasure. I want to taste him, I want to feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth. He kidnapped me. She pulls away, struggling to break free. He yanks her hair back forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand and slaps her across the cheek. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He grabs her by the hair once more turning her head to look back at him. The lust in his eyes blazes as she looks at him, tears running down her cheeks. He winks at her as he grabs her waist with his free hand and pulls her into him. Jovelyn screams out in pain as he savagely thrusts his penis into her unprepared vagina. He shoves her head into the bed as he begins to thrust his manhood into her. Forcefully, deeply. Over and over. The head of his penis rubbing against her clit with each full stroke. Gasping she begins to cry out. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this. Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Jovelyn cums again. Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously. Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain. He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more. His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. 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The evening before, she'd discreetly emptied out her schoolbag, which was now filled with her supply of rope, scarves and rolls of tape. She tucked the ball gag Sarah had given her down in the bottom. Nicole grinned to herself. She doubted Sarah had ever imagined, when she'd picked it out, that she'd be wearing it one day. Her evil thoughts of what Rachel and she were going to do to Rachel's older sister, carried the teenage girl down the road with a spring in her step. As Nicole walked up to the front door, she saw Mrs. Morgan's car was gone; doubtless, she was taking her youngest daughter, Laura, to some practice or tournament or whatever. They'd be out of the way all morning. Nicole rang the doorbell and waited a minute or two. The door opened. It was all Nicole could do not to gasp; her eyes widened with surprise. If you haven't read part one, scroll down to the artist comments for links. Good night! She was lying on top of her sleeping bag, spread out on top of a cot next to her friend's bed. Both girls had changed into their clothes for bed; Rachel was her pajamas. Nicole had on an old t-shirt of her father's she almost disappeared in. A shy girl, Nicole had never been comfortable as the center of attention, so it wasn't surprising she found being the "birthday girl" more trying then fun. At least she'd managed to convince her mother on a modest party. Her family had gone out to a movie, along with her best friend Rachel, and Rachel'. Nicole froze, hearing a man's voice coming from inside. Sarah had to tug sharply on Nicole's leash. Nicole could hear excited whispers coming from what sounded like at least half a dozen people in the artificial darkness of her blindfold. She was already wondering if she would ever live the embarrassment of this evening down. Despite that, beneath her embarrassment a tingle of excitement raced down Nicole's spin. Hey, Rachel, how you doing? Who's your friend there? Nicole sighed softly to herself as she finished checking beneath desk in Rachel's mother's office. She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands and feet both shackled. Rachel was absentmindedly humming an off-tune song a few steps behind Nicole. She glanced at the stop watch she was carrying and commented, offhandedly, "That's an hour. You've got two hours left. Rachel's prediction was so far holding true, since she'd found the first key, Nicole hadn't found a single other key. She'd finished checking the living room without turning up anything. Not surprising, Rachel wasn't stupid enough to hide more than one key to a room, forcing Nicole to shuffle around at a slow crawl with her shackled feet, eating up her time. She'd moved onto the next room, then the next, not finding anything. No keys, nothing. Now, she'd lost a third of her time and was no closer to getting free then she was an hour ago. 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The terrible screams and bubbling moans from unknown tortured maidens were faint, but they went on for a considerable time. None of them knew who might be next, whose wife or daughter might be picked to entertain the Count. Some of the braver souls muttered of rebellion, of banding together to overthrow the Count and end the nightmare. But only Rodolfo Teschini actually dared to do so. But he failed. Worse, his wife and daughter had been dragged to the Count's subterranean chamber and would pay for his temerity with their agony Not for the squeamish! Involves the intense, descriptive torture of an innocent mother and daughter by an insane sadist! A young agent wakes up in a cell bound by chains from a drug induced sleep. She is pretty sure she is to be interrogated but she undergoes torture after torture with no questions being asked. A beautiful young noblewoman criticises the corrupt local bishop but forces beyond her control lead to her being delivered to the church to takes its revenge. She is birched and humiliated before the mob. Justine, an underground revolutionary, is captured and interrogated under torture to give up the names of others in her group. One of those is a woman who is an agent of the revolutionary group working as a spy at secret police headquarters and who has been assigned to assist in Justine's torture. Aquileia was taken by the Huns in AD and was so totally destroyed that the city ceased to exist and was never reoccupied. This is the story of the female citizens who were unlucky enough to still be alive when the savage hoards entered the city. In the eighteenth century two pretty young women discover the terrors of pirate slavery. Their gentle and protected lifestyle is rent and rendered as savagely as are their beauteous bodies. 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Except for the bass beat thumping up from the floor, the room was completely quiet. I set down my drink before approaching her. She waited in wide eyed anticipation. I took the drink from her hand and set it down then yanked down her top.

Her gold necklaces landed between her caramel tipped boobs. She looked at me with questioning eyes. We exchanged no words. I tweaked her nipples with my fingers and pulled her closer to me. I gently squeezed her natural tits.

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Her breath was warm on my neck. Then I placed my hands upon her shoulders and with my eyes locked upon her, I firmly forced her to kneel. She put up no resistance as she dropped to one knee and then the other.

I pulled my tight dress Men in barefoot bondage stories over my butt, sat on the bed and spread my legs. I had no panties on. Nicole mmmppphhhed. The old military-surplus cot she was lying on creaked under her as her weight shifted. The young Men in barefoot bondage stories stared up into the darkness that filled her best friend Rachel's room.

Nicole couldn't sleep. She was far too excited. In only a couple hours, she would be kidnapped and sold as a slave! Not for real, of course, and entirely by her own choice. It was a charity slave auction, both Nicole and Rachel had volunteered to be sold tomorrow morning, and the click here donated to help inner city kids. Whoever bought them, then, would be allowed to put them to work, however he or Men in barefoot bondage stories wished, all day Saturday.

She too, was unable to sleep. No, I'm asleep. This is just me talking in my sleep. Early the morning of the auction, to get the volunteers in th. It was early the next morning that Nicole left the house and headed down the road towards Rachel's house. The evening before, she'd discreetly emptied out her schoolbag, which was now filled with Men in barefoot bondage stories supply of rope, scarves and rolls of tape.

She tucked the ball gag Sarah had given her down in the bottom. Nicole grinned to herself. She doubted Sarah had ever imagined, when she'd picked it out, that she'd be wearing it one day. Her evil thoughts of what Rachel and she were going to do to Rachel's older sister, carried the teenage girl down the road with a spring in her step.

As Nicole walked up to the front door, she saw Mrs. Morgan's car was gone; doubtless, she was taking her youngest daughter, Laura, to some practice or tournament or whatever.

They'd be out of the way all morning. Nicole rang the doorbell and waited a minute or two.

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The door opened. It was all Nicole could do not to gasp; her eyes widened with surprise. If you haven't read part one, scroll down to the artist comments for links. Good night!

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She was lying on top of her sleeping bag, spread out on top of a cot next to her friend's bed. Both girls had changed into their clothes for bed; Rachel was her pajamas. Nicole had on an old t-shirt of her father's she almost disappeared in. A shy girl, Nicole had never been comfortable as the center of attention, so it wasn't surprising she found being the "birthday girl" more trying then fun.

At least she'd managed to convince her mother on a modest party. Her family had gone out to a movie, along with her best friend Rachel, and Rachel'. Men in barefoot bondage stories froze, hearing a man's voice coming from inside.

Sarah had to tug sharply on Nicole's leash. Nicole could hear excited whispers coming from what sounded like at least half a dozen Men in barefoot bondage stories in the artificial darkness of her blindfold.

She was already wondering if she would ever live the embarrassment of this evening down. Despite that, beneath her embarrassment a tingle of excitement raced down Nicole's spin.

Hey, Rachel, how you doing? Who's your friend there? Nicole sighed softly to herself as she finished checking beneath desk in Rachel's mother's office. She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands and feet more info shackled. Rachel was absentmindedly humming an off-tune song a few steps behind Nicole. She glanced at Men in barefoot bondage stories stop watch she was carrying and commented, offhandedly, "That's an hour.

You've got two hours left. Rachel's prediction was so far holding true, since she'd found the Men in barefoot bondage stories key, Nicole hadn't found a single other key. She'd finished checking the living room without turning up anything. Free ebony twinks.

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She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. Before she began to wrap my upper body in rope, I was to prop myself on a wooden table that she wheeled out from some sort of storage. The oak table was 4 feet off the ground and I struggled to sit upright on it. She bound my arms behind me, at the wrist and elbow, and laid me down on my chest upon the table. My cock, at this point, was as hard as it had ever been. I was positive it would burst. My whole body shook in arousal at the bondage I was being placed in, a nice, beautiful hogtie was completed when she ran a length of rope from my bound legs to my bound elbows, bending me up and removing any movement or struggle. As intense as it looked, it was somewhat comfortable, aside from my bound balls which were now being crushed by my weight. 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Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more. His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me. He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. I remembered his rule from earlier. Soon, I felt his cock again stretch my hungry, wet pussy from behind. His thrusts were deeper now, in this position. I gripped the sheets as he held on to my waist and pulled me back into his cock. I did, and was greeted by his outstretched finger, which he soon pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked his finger just as I had sucked his cock: I tightened my lips around it while also swirling my tongue around the tip. He let out a moan that made me feel triumphant. I could tell he was enjoying himself, too. Then he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt another new sensation. While his cock was still stretching and thrusting in my pussy from behind, now I felt the tip of his finger, wet with my saliva, circling the opening of my asshole. A second or two later, he slipped his finger into my tight asshole. I gasped immediately, having never felt my holes so completely filled as I did in this very moment. He fucked my ass with his finger in the same rhythm to match his thrusts inside my pussy. With my request granted, I closed my eyes and focused again on the feeling of Nate completely filling my holes. I gripped the sheets and pushed my ass and pussy back onto him, taking both his cock and his finger into myself harder. My tits hung down below me, with my nipples the hardest I could ever recall them being. My legs began to shake and my juices gave way, dripping down my thigh. I immediately relaxed. I turned over, again on my back. Nate held onto my wrists again, over my head. He let out another little growl of enthusiasm and began fiercely thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as I could to take all of him in with each thrust. Soon, he, too, began to shake and moan quietly at first, then louder. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, removed the condom, and shot his warm cum all over my tits. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting my nipples, cleavage, and neck. Lick and suck until not a drop of cum remains on my cock. Day 1 of experimentation as a Sub was a success and it appeared that this was going to be an educational summer. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. This is just me talking in my sleep. Early the morning of the auction, to get the volunteers in th. It was early the next morning that Nicole left the house and headed down the road towards Rachel's house. The evening before, she'd discreetly emptied out her schoolbag, which was now filled with her supply of rope, scarves and rolls of tape. She tucked the ball gag Sarah had given her down in the bottom. Nicole grinned to herself. She doubted Sarah had ever imagined, when she'd picked it out, that she'd be wearing it one day. Her evil thoughts of what Rachel and she were going to do to Rachel's older sister, carried the teenage girl down the road with a spring in her step. As Nicole walked up to the front door, she saw Mrs. Morgan's car was gone; doubtless, she was taking her youngest daughter, Laura, to some practice or tournament or whatever. They'd be out of the way all morning. Nicole rang the doorbell and waited a minute or two. The door opened. It was all Nicole could do not to gasp; her eyes widened with surprise. If you haven't read part one, scroll down to the artist comments for links. Good night! She was lying on top of her sleeping bag, spread out on top of a cot next to her friend's bed. Both girls had changed into their clothes for bed; Rachel was her pajamas. Nicole had on an old t-shirt of her father's she almost disappeared in. A shy girl, Nicole had never been comfortable as the center of attention, so it wasn't surprising she found being the "birthday girl" more trying then fun. At least she'd managed to convince her mother on a modest party. Her family had gone out to a movie, along with her best friend Rachel, and Rachel'. Nicole froze, hearing a man's voice coming from inside. Sarah had to tug sharply on Nicole's leash. Nicole could hear excited whispers coming from what sounded like at least half a dozen people in the artificial darkness of her blindfold. She was already wondering if she would ever live the embarrassment of this evening down. Despite that, beneath her embarrassment a tingle of excitement raced down Nicole's spin. Hey, Rachel, how you doing? Who's your friend there? Nicole sighed softly to herself as she finished checking beneath desk in Rachel's mother's office. She struggled to her feet, not an easy task with her hands and feet both shackled. Rachel was absentmindedly humming an off-tune song a few steps behind Nicole. She glanced at the stop watch she was carrying and commented, offhandedly, "That's an hour. You've got two hours left. Rachel's prediction was so far holding true, since she'd found the first key, Nicole hadn't found a single other key. She'd finished checking the living room without turning up anything. Not surprising, Rachel wasn't stupid enough to hide more than one key to a room, forcing Nicole to shuffle around at a slow crawl with her shackled feet, eating up her time. She'd moved onto the next room, then the next, not finding anything. No keys, nothing. Now, she'd lost a third of her time and was no closer to getting free then she was an hour ago. 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The ruthless but slightly incompetent Iranian agents continue the frantic search for the lost documents giving clues on the bombing of a Jewish social institution at Buenos Aires, creating chaos and mayhem all around the city. This time, it is the Israelis who have sent a local agent into the Iranian Embassy in the intent to find it. She failed. A walk downtown turns into a life changing event. Natasha finds out that being a bad girlfriend can be a big mistake. Arrested for her father's stupidity, Alice Turner is faced with a cruel ordeal to prove her innocence. After a tour of Duke Andressen's dungeons, how much pain can she willingly endure to keep herself from the even more hideous tortures that await if she fails? The Bugbottom Rodeo Queen discovers that just smiling isn't enough, she has to be roped and ridden too. A pretty young Boer servant girl rejects the advances of her employer's son in his absence. Incensed, he contrives a way to get his revenge on her. In the 's, Spanish minions of the tyrannical Duke of Alba capture a beautiful young prisoner and interrogate her as to the whereabouts of Lamoral, the leader of the rebels in the Low Countries. A French journalist is finally arrested. A lost Spanish galleon full of gold and antique artefacts might have been found off Bermuda by a couple of amateur divers and treasure hunters. However, on the site of the ancient wreck lies another, a modern ship with a cargo of ampoules containing the purest morphine for medical use. Which one holds the real treasure? As several gangs scramble for it, the two innocent? The princess of a defeated nation is dragged into the torture chamber for what she thinks is interrogation, but in reality her tormentors only want to make her suffer a slow and terrible death. She is stretched on the rack and burned with hot irons until she can take no more and her resolve breaks and she begs to tell all. A very well told tale from the viewpoints of the victim and the torturer that very nicely describes the princess's horror and emotions. Unfortunately for her, the plot was discovered, and she was the one conducted to the chamber to be ruthlessly interrogated on the dreaded rack by the skillful interrogator and the clever spymaster. She swore that her interrogators would never learn anything from her, but that was before she found herself being stretched far beyond the limits of her strong, young body. A bounty hunter spends an evening at a private bondage event where two girls face a horrible test of pain and fortitude. Who will be next? An unfaithful wife of the sultan gets caught by his sister and is publicly executed. An American post-grad student attends a demonstration in a foreign country and finds herself arrested, abused, tortured and flogged. An intense story where a woman is kidnapped and forced to endure severe torture with firecrackers, especially to her feet. An illustrated story about a girl with strange fetishes whose dreams come true after an online encounter. This story brings you through her years of experimentation, frustration and rejection until she finally lives out her wildest dreams. Photos are original renderings. White women are captured by a tribe of Indians and subjected to brutal slow tortures, most of them involving various methods of burning over a period of several days. Extreme torture and snuff, graphic violence. Chapter One This is the story of Emma, whose fantasy cravings eventually led her to explore what it would be like to experience them in real life. She seeks out a service who caters to the needs of those who have unable to explore what the crave. She gets much more than she bargained for. It is around AD, and the weak Fatimid Caliphate at Cairo holds precariously facing intrigues and conspiracies. Nur ed-Din, the ruler of Aleppo and the Muslim aspiring strong man against the Crusader States, has little respect for those princelings, but no alternative other than supporting them for the moment. He has sent one of his operatives to infiltrate the household of a powerful magnate suspected of leading a ring of conspirators. Unfortunately, the operative's cover is blown, or maybe it's not so? A young woman, abducted by a press gang, is subjected to medical experiments before escaping into a winter white-out, where she encounters two hunters who may or may not be on her side. It is a tale of horror, survival, and society. A young servant in a medieval German village makes the mistake of falling in love and getting pregnant to a nobleman with a very jealous wife. The wife eventually gets her revenge on the young servant and her teenage sister. In a barbaric medieval kingdom, a beautiful blonde princess is enslaved by a cruel tyrant. When she rejects his foul advances, he and his brutal henchmen punish her severely for not submitting to their depraved desires. A girl goes for an audition and finds that the process takes her further than she could ever have imagined. Nothing in drama school prepared her for this. Her Celtic people defeated by the Romans, a beautiful young Celtic woman trying to help a priestess escape is instead captured herself. Now this proud, strong, and beautiful barbarian defiantly faces unspeakable torment at the hands of the Roman invaders. She is whipped, tortured by whipping, stretching on the rack and with a razor sharp hook and hot oil, and is crucified. Fitness babe Kiana Tom stars as a spy who is captured and brutally interrogated by the Chinese government. This is another one rescued and restored from the now-defunct Chez Marquis site. Elle MacPherson and Heather Locklear star in this tale of double agents and brutal interrogation sessions. A gorgeous political prisoner is tortured to death in a secret basement dungeon. Back in the early days of the Internet, Chez Marquis used to write custom stories involving the torture and snuff of celebrities. In this short story, an Arab sheik smears model Stephanie Seymour's naked body with honey and stakes her out over an anthill. It is year AD, and the Emir of the strategically sited fortified city and port of Adana, close to Christian-held Antioch, is found dead in his bed, after a night of supposedly healthy body pleasures. An experienced investigator and his team are immediately sent by Nur-ed-Din, Atabeg of Aleppo, to find the culprits and thwart any conspiracy against his rule. However strong the envoy's powers of deduction are, the questioning of witnesses and suspects proves as ruthless as ever. It is the year AD and Emperor Commodus, having accessed the throne after the death of his father, Marcus Aurelius, while campaigning in the Danube only two years before, faces the first conspiracy against his rule. The conspirators, a group of members of the Roman Senate and apparently including his sister Lucilla Augusta, were under surveillance by the Emperor's spies. But to expose them publicly he needed the testimony of a witness of weight; a member of the family of the ring leader would be ideal. Of course, such a witness would not be a willing one. Present times. In those countries where governments were specially reluctant to Iranian friendship, they tried different methods, like in Argentina, where they bombed the Embassy of Israel and a Jewish cultural centre with great loss of life. Unfortunately, some documents concerning the operation got unexpectedly lost, and two special MOIS the Ministry of Intelligence and Security agents are sent to Buenos Aires to recover them by whatever means necessary. Possibly ashamed of having lost the nukes, the British government commands it secret service, the famous MI6, to send its best agents in an all-out effort to recover them. One of the top agents, James Bond, , reaches the Bahamas on a flimsy lead, a Mafioso playboy called Emilio Largo, which has made his fortune seeking sunken treasuries and may have the nukes hidden in his luxury catamaran, the "Flying Saucer". A young delagate from Rome visits a town in Germany and witnesses the interrogation and trial of three accused witches. After being conquered by Alexander the Great in rd BC, Egypt had to endure almost three hundred years of Greek rule, under the Ptolemaic dynasty, only to be conquered by the Romans in 23rd BC. Though the early rulers were unchallenged, by the time of the fourth king, Ptolemy Philopator, the native Egyptians and the desert tribes were beginning to rebel, though at first the Greeks suppressed those rebellions easily. At the same time, the kind of court intrigue so cherished to them developed unchecked. In the midst of this, a princess of the blood is sent to a particularly tough to crack tribal chieftain with an unexpected proposition. The Young Hart of Dixie star goes on a vacation getaway after a break up and gets more than she bargained for from a Mexican drug lord. In the first decade of the 21st century British nurse Cara follows her boyfriend east to care for the innocent victims of a brutal and bloody power struggle in an unstable country. One night the local militia call at Cara's hospital and accuse her of aiding a subversive American agent. Cara is taken away and questioned in the most excruciating manner, but she knows nothing and is eventually released. She vows to return to Britain and hopes boyfriend Lee will help her, but he has also disappeared. Then one night a CIA agent appears in her room and persuades Cara to flee with him. Betrayed, Cara finds herself stranded and is picked up again by the militia who make full use of their lovely captive. At last Cara is reunited with her boyfriend Lee and hopes again to return home. But Lee has other plans for Cara; plans that will catapult him to unimaginable levels of power and wealth, but will be desperately painful and humiliating for poor Cara. Caning, needles, gang rape, beating, whipping, rape, cutting, genital mutilation, gutting, de-breasting. In the 23rd Century, the human race seems confined to living in The City, a kind of urban paradise ruled by an all-knowing Ordinator, and completely isolated from its surroundings, where people live in an idillic atmosphere of pleasures. But there is a catch: While most of the population seems to accept the rules, a small band of discontents called The Runners try to organize themselves for a dash to the mythic Outside, hoping to evade their fate. In response, the Ordinator, or She, has established a security corps called the DS, or Sandmen, whose task is disrupting the The Runners' activities by whatever means at hand, including infiltration, assault, killing and torture. In the medieval countryside sweet ophan Bella makes a meagre living selling herbal remedies in her quiet village. Then one afternoon the Duke's son passes by her tiny cottage on his large, black stallion. A few days later he returns to woo the lovely, young peasant girl, much to the disgust of his proud father. This must be witchcraft! The Duke has poor Bella arrested and calls in the Grand Inquisitor and all his entourage. Not content with just one sexy, young witch to put to the question, the Grand Inquisitor's men are soon rounding up all the most attractive women in the neighbourhood. Confessions and denouncements are painfully extracted from the chained women in the torture chamber beneath the Grand Hall and the condemned witches are then handed back for public burning. All the while a terrified Bella awaits her own fiery fate. Witchcraft, Inquisition, pricking, rape, rack, vaginal pear, whipping, breast torture, red hot irons, burning at the stake. Recruited by the Resistance she enjoys the thrill of helping Allied pilots escape back to Britain until one stormy night she lands in the hands of a troop of Nazi soldiers. They use and abuse her sexy body with impunity, leaving her with physical and mental scars. Anna survives and resumes her secret nocturnal activities, but the Nazi's are closing in and she has to run for her life. Once again she finds herself held captive, but this time by ruthless, trained Gestapo interrogators desperate to crush the local Resistance movement. WWII, French Resistance, rape, cutting, burning, consensual sex, gang rape, electro-torture, whipping, breast torture, firing squad. An unapologetically vile and twisted tale in which a hot and busty GIMP is relentlessly tortured to death by a trio of female sadists for no apparent reason other than that she is hot and busty. Her big breasts initially get a lot of unwanted attention from her tormentors, but after they fail to remain attached to their owner's chest, things heat up in more ways than one and come to an extremely brutal climax also in more ways than one. No plot to get in the way of the action and no character development to make you feel sorry for the heroine. Some linked illustrations by Zerns included! 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She joked, teasing me that if nobody knew I was here, she could keep me as long as she wanted. I was okay with that. She sensed I was nervous and anxious to start, and to her credit she was absolutely right. I want you to undress, and go pour me a glass of white wine. Place it on the coffee table, close your eyes, keep your hands behind your back. I placed the wine down on a coaster, closed my eyes and stood silently until she returned. I felt like a piece of meat. It was, to say the least, everything I had ever hoped for. The rope wrapped around my ankles, soft but strict. Another length was applied below my knees, then above my knees. Her hands worked around my body with skill and precision. When her hands began to work a thin fabric around my balls, I let out a low moan. She had a small chuckle at that, and quickly shut down my plea. My balls had been totally objectified, bound tight and now formed into perfect eggs. She flicked them with her fingers, and giggled at my struggle. 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I wanted her badly, even on a lazy day like this. My hip touched hers as I passed into the living room. Curtains still drawn, an old cup of tea leaving various rings on dog-eared uni work. She laughed briefly. I spotted her old shorts hiking up her perfect, round bum. Posters from great bands way older than the two of us. A pair of handcuffs on the table. An empty vase. I frowned, picking them up with two fingers. Eve sauntered back in, placing two cups quickly onto the table. I was still holding the handcuffs with an unsettling curiosity. We made eye contact, and for the briefest of moments I felt my stomach flutter. I was expecting at least some shock, but Eve jumped into a recline on the sofa opposite, taking her phone out. Cops and robbers. In a fluster I caught it. In the dark of a smoky nightclub Eve was posed in a variety of photos. Wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her figure, skinny legs jutting out. The handcuffs from beforehand at her side. 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I felt my stomach flutter again as I saw an earnest smile. Her hand felt the door handle again. A figure covered almost head to toe in nude nylon writhed softly. She was lashed with tight pantyhose to a large mirror. Across her limbs, nylon webs kept her rigid like a mummy. Her head was layered extensively in pantyhose, wrapped, stretched over. There was a noticeable, cruel bulge from her mouth- something had been stuffed in. The flap of a thick, dirty sock hang over where her nose was, held in place by beige bandage. Her pert breasts were the only thing on display, thick clothes pegs callously stretched across her nipples, stretching them out like balloons. As she heard voices the figure moaned incoherently. The muffle of material in her mouth kept her whine as something primitive. Eve leaned against the mirror and the figure shuffled, slightly rocking the structure. The hosiery that wound around her her to the mirror meant her struggles barely made any impact. Why not give them a some punishment? They might even like it! Eve energetically smiled, grabbing their cheeks and squashing with a vice-like hand, being met with the sounds of a stuffed mouth. With the flourish of a magician explaining her trick, she pressed on cruelly. It took a lot of crying but I managed to get some stinky socks in there for her to chew too. That was drenched in sweat last I checked. I froze. My ears were boiling, and my heart pounded against my rib-cage. With shame I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. I took some pretty compromising facial pics. She goes to anyone and these are getting uploaded all over facebook! So, take your guess. I gulped hard. I had a one in nine chance of guessing, those odds were not in my favor. Her looks are that of a typical Filipino. Average height and build. Her attractiveness is something lost on her, however, since her divorce and even being in her lower 40s she has attracted the attention of more than her fair share of suitors. That can wait for now, the kids are gone to school and I have to get to work. Working for a barbecue food truck is not glamorous but a necessity at this crossroads in her life but she does meet some interesting characters. The long walk to work is joined with crisp morning air. She shivers and pulls her jacket tighter. She reaches her destination and is greeted by her boss. This is nothing new, she has just started working here and already she has been left alone to run the place unsupervised. The day goes by slowly, her thoughts often thinking about what her plans are after work. Before her stands a man in his mid 30s, slightly overweight with a beard. Not an attractive man but not ugly either. That is not what caught her attention, his eyes. In his eyes she sees a hunger. Not a hunger for mere ribs, a hunger for something deeper, something personal. His gaze follows her as she moves about the truck gathering his order. She can feel it. She is vulnerable, naked, exposed. Shivers run down her spine despite the heat in the cramped quarters of the food truck. She rushes through the rest of the transaction. Why was she left alone today? His gaze is knowing, it sees right through her, it knows her thoughts. And with that Joe vanishes from sight. The rest of the day and closing are uneventful but Jovelyn feels an uneasiness at the back of her mind. Night has come early and darkness leads her way home. Just a short nap before I go clubbing. It has been a long day and my feet are killing me. Jovelyn awakens, groggy, unaware of her surroundings. A moist trickle falls from her forehead. She tries to cry out but her voice is muffled. Something is in her mouth. Panicking her vision clears. She studies her surroundings. She is on a bed. Not hers. Whose bed is this? She still cannot move. Her hands are tied behind her back. Why are my hands tied? She looks further trying desperately to find something. Something familiar. Then she sees him. Sitting across the room from her. A wry smile inches across his face. In his hands he is toying with a knife. But more so she sees his eyes. Their Hunger. Their Lust. Never before has a man looked at her in this way. The knife he is wielding ever present. He reaches for her. As she tries to shy away from his touch she is paralyzed in fear. His hand wraps around her throat pulling her closer to him. She can feel the Warmth of his breath on her face. He brings the knife up letting the blade slide harmlessly across her cheek. The coldness of the metal sends a chill down her spine. He moves the blade down her shoulders. Down to the rim of her shirt. With skill he begins to cutaway at the fabric. Revealing first her abdomen then her chest, leaving her lingerie intact. He peals back the shattered remains of what once was her shirt. Her heaving bosom hiding beneath her bra. She tries to gasp as his knife rips through the thin lace releasing her breasts exposing them to his gaze. He looks at her, the lust in his eyes blazing. He runs the blade slowly across her nipple. Very thinly but with purpose cutting the flesh ever so slightly. A small drop of blood seeps from the wound. He leans down bringing her breast to his mouth. His tongue moist and rough tastes her nipple, her flesh, her blood. She winces in pain but something stirs within her. He lies her back down on the bed and begins to work on her pants. Deftly they are removed and discarded. She lies there powerless, naked, exposed. Her soft breasts. Her moist pussy. The lust in his eyes cannot be contained. He turns her over. She can feel him stare at her ample ass. His rough hands grab at the soft skin of her cheeks pulling them apart so he can get a good clear view at her rectum. With a grin he gives her a nice firm slap on her ass-cheek. He strikes her again and again until her ass is red and numb from the pain. Rising from the bed she watches in horror as Joe disrobes slowly and with intent. Jovelyn knows what is coming. Her pussy moistens with anticipation. Why do I want this? Not the largest she has ever seen but it will hurt once its thrust into her, she knows. And the curvature would make a nice fit rubbing her clit in all the right places. Jovelyn, embarrassed tries to look away but Joe has grabbed her by the neck once again. He removes the ball gag from her mouth and brings her face to his. With roughness and passion he kisses her, choking her until she gasps. Without giving her a chance to breath he sticks his tongue in her mouth. Tasting her tongue with his. He holds her, kissing her, tasting her, choking her. After long moments he allows her to breathe. He pulls her back, she looks at him gasping for breath. He smiles. Slowly and with great power he forces her head down. Down to his waiting member throbbing with anticipation. She tries to fight it, he is too powerful. The head of his penis touches her lips. She tries to deny him this access but with a thrust her lips part and she can feel his penis fill her mouth. She can taste his member on her tongue. The saltiness of his pre-cum. As if a force has taken over her she begins to taste him more, to lick him, to suck him. She needs him, she wants him, what is she thinking? Dizzy and her mind a blur she begins to passionately take him in her mouth. She lets a smile slip from her lips as she hears him moan in pleasure. I want to taste him, I want to feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth. He kidnapped me. She pulls away, struggling to break free. He yanks her hair back forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand and slaps her across the cheek. She falls to the bed, her face stings where he struck her. He grabs her by the hair once more turning her head to look back at him. The lust in his eyes blazes as she looks at him, tears running down her cheeks. He winks at her as he grabs her waist with his free hand and pulls her into him. Jovelyn screams out in pain as he savagely thrusts his penis into her unprepared vagina. He shoves her head into the bed as he begins to thrust his manhood into her. Forcefully, deeply. Over and over. The head of his penis rubbing against her clit with each full stroke. Gasping she begins to cry out. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this. Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Jovelyn cums again. Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously. Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain. He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass. Making her scream once more. His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine. My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before. I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me. He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. I remembered his rule from earlier. Soon, I felt his cock again stretch my hungry, wet pussy from behind. His thrusts were deeper now, in this position. I gripped the sheets as he held on to my waist and pulled me back into his cock. I did, and was greeted by his outstretched finger, which he soon pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked his finger just as I had sucked his cock: I tightened my lips around it while also swirling my tongue around the tip. He let out a moan that made me feel triumphant. I could tell he was enjoying himself, too. Then he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt another new sensation. While his cock was still stretching and thrusting in my pussy from behind, now I felt the tip of his finger, wet with my saliva, circling the opening of my asshole. A second or two later, he slipped his finger into my tight asshole. I gasped immediately, having never felt my holes so completely filled as I did in this very moment. He fucked my ass with his finger in the same rhythm to match his thrusts inside my pussy. With my request granted, I closed my eyes and focused again on the feeling of Nate completely filling my holes. I gripped the sheets and pushed my ass and pussy back onto him, taking both his cock and his finger into myself harder. My tits hung down below me, with my nipples the hardest I could ever recall them being. My legs began to shake and my juices gave way, dripping down my thigh. I immediately relaxed. I turned over, again on my back. Nate held onto my wrists again, over my head. He let out another little growl of enthusiasm and began fiercely thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as I could to take all of him in with each thrust. Soon, he, too, began to shake and moan quietly at first, then louder. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, removed the condom, and shot his warm cum all over my tits. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting my nipples, cleavage, and neck. Lick and suck until not a drop of cum remains on my cock. Day 1 of experimentation as a Sub was a success and it appeared that this was going to be an educational summer. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure. I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs. He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels. I did. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face. I opened my mouth and he placed his stirring manhood inside my mouth. I felt it harden as he slid it back and forth over my tongue, steadying himself with his hands on top of my head. This is the only dick that goes in your mouth. He put his cock back in his pants before attaching a small link metal leash onto my collar. Greg took the house key on a maroon tassel and wound it around my wrist, to wear like a bracelet, before we followed the music to the stairs. My mouth dropped at the scene below. A crowd of party goers in outrageous outfits filled the foyer, mixing and mingling with drinks in their hands as they made their way to explore the rooms of themed decadence. Our little club of twenty guests had swelled to over one hundred strangers with more arriving by Uber and cab. Doms led their scantily dressed slaves around by leashes. 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Greg tugged my leash and we walked over to a girl in a sex swing surrounded by four guys. We sipped our drinks as we watched a blind folded busty blonde woman in her thirties restrained on the black leather seat suspended from the ceiling by chains get fucked by a muscular guy with hairy chest. I found myself getting aroused, turned on by the sound of skin slapping skin. A cheer from behind me made me look over my shoulder to the crowd surrounded a pool table lit by an overhead billiard lights. Through the shadowy bodies, I saw a red headed girl with pale skin lying on the table. Her legs split were up in the air, held there by a masked man pounding her tight hole while others watched, stroking their hard cocks as they waited for their turn. The masked man shoved his dick into her balls deep and he growled as he came before withdrawing from young woman. Her inner thighs glistened with cum and lube. He prodded it with his curved nine inch dick until it found its way in. 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Nur ed-Din, the ruler of Aleppo and the Muslim aspiring strong man against the Crusader States, has little respect for those princelings, but no alternative other than supporting them for the moment. He has sent one of his operatives to infiltrate the household of a powerful magnate suspected of leading a ring of conspirators. Unfortunately, the operative's cover is blown, or maybe it's not so? A young woman, abducted by a press gang, is subjected to medical experiments before escaping into a winter white-out, where she encounters two hunters who may or may not be on her side. It is a tale of horror, survival, and society. A young servant in a medieval German village makes the mistake of falling in love and getting pregnant to a nobleman with a very jealous wife. The wife eventually gets her revenge on the young servant and her teenage sister. In a barbaric medieval kingdom, a beautiful blonde princess is enslaved by a cruel tyrant. When she rejects his foul advances, he and his brutal henchmen punish her severely for not submitting to their depraved desires. A girl goes for an audition and finds that the process takes her further than she could ever have imagined. Nothing in drama school prepared her for this. Her Celtic people defeated by the Romans, a beautiful young Celtic woman trying to help a priestess escape is instead captured herself. Now this proud, strong, and beautiful barbarian defiantly faces unspeakable torment at the hands of the Roman invaders. She is whipped, tortured by whipping, stretching on the rack and with a razor sharp hook and hot oil, and is crucified. Fitness babe Kiana Tom stars as a spy who is captured and brutally interrogated by the Chinese government. This is another one rescued and restored from the now-defunct Chez Marquis site. Elle MacPherson and Heather Locklear star in this tale of double agents and brutal interrogation sessions. 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It is the year AD and Emperor Commodus, having accessed the throne after the death of his father, Marcus Aurelius, while campaigning in the Danube only two years before, faces the first conspiracy against his rule. The conspirators, a group of members of the Roman Senate and apparently including his sister Lucilla Augusta, were under surveillance by the Emperor's spies. But to expose them publicly he needed the testimony of a witness of weight; a member of the family of the ring leader would be ideal. Of course, such a witness would not be a willing one. Present times. In those countries where governments were specially reluctant to Iranian friendship, they tried different methods, like in Argentina, where they bombed the Embassy of Israel and a Jewish cultural centre with great loss of life. 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