Expose my wife on beach

Expose my wife on beach
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WARNING: Brutal, non-consensual multiple rape fantasy story. Contains extreme graphic sexual sadism, obscenity, torture, snuff and offensive content. All characters are above 18 years and above. None of this is real. The arrival home.

It's nearly two in the morning. The black van cruised down twisted streets, surrounded by the monoliths of silent factories and warehouses. This district is deserted by night and filled with noise and smoke in the day. Down to the end of the farthest street, obscured by a vast red bricked and grimy building is the house of ordeals. It sits at the edge of this district, facing a dormant and polluted sea where no man roams without reason.

The black van turned slowly and stopped before a great black iron gate, chained and padlocked shut. The tops of the gate were spear like and cluttered with barbed wire. Two vicious Dobermans barked and bared their fangs but fell silent when the obese driver squeezed himself out of the van, He stared at the dogs with watery, psychotic eyes and they backed away to let him unlock the gate to his house. The gates creaked open, he got back into the van and drove in, stopping only to get out and lock the gates behind again, ensuring security and safety from prying eyes.

The gates were walled up with dark steel and no one outside could look into compound. High walls made from solid rock stretched around like a prison with the top of the walls covered with broken glass. No one could get in or pretty cutie blows cock ready for anal sex for that matter.

At dead center of the unlit land stood the terrible three storied concrete house surrounded by a clogged drain filled with fetid water. Broken and burned out vehicles were stacked up front, and the sides of the windowless house piled oil drums, rusting and reeking.

The mature vixen gets her pussy fingered by lawyer point of entry appeared to be an automated garage shutter door behind the buildingaway from the street. Beyond the back wall of the compound was the dumping ground of unused metal. The garage door rattled open like a menacing beast, with chains and pulleys screaming against grating metal and the darkness inside yawned.

The van was driven in and the shutters descended slowly like the mouth a monster and shut out the world beyond. Inside the garage was dark, and with engine turned off, the obese driver got out and made his way to the locked gate. With a set of keys chained to his dirty jeans, he unlocked the padlock, unlocked the gate and pulled it open. He was fumbling excitedly for the other key for the heavy iron door that would open to his house of disturbing pleasures. It was almost silent in the cramped and filthy hall.

The tv was on, tuned to cartoons. An irony, a surreal counterpart to the horrors that was happening behind closed doors. No. The horrors were not for him and his cult family.

The horrors were for the victims that belonged to the cult. He stepped over crushed beer cans and dirty clothes and approached the grotesque altar. Upon a black cabinet stood the clay statue of Graheg sprayed with black paint and smeared with semen; This idol is of rape lust energies condensed into an fat gruesome shape with a bald and deformed head.

Plastered upon its body is the hair of the victims offered to Graheg. Before the statue were six pairs of panties, crumpled up and reeking of sweat, blood and semen. Two of them were white, one light blue, another pink, one beige and the last one red. Most of them were simple briefs but the white and pink ones were thongs.

All of them were S or XS in size. Such is the standard of the sacrificial victims. Young, slender, petite, and most important of all, virgin pure. Only the virgin were sacrificed to the statue. Only the virgins were raped and defiled and tortured the most. That is the way of pleasing Graheg. The obese man, who is known as One, or The Elder, offered his thanks to Graheg. "Master, "He said, "I come to honour you again, for bringing us young favourable flesh.

I thank you for the latest teenage girl in the elder room and the girl that was the subject of my last devotion and dedication to you, she who is now buried alive beneath this building.

I thank you sincerely for keeping our family safe from the authorities and may you continue to bless us with pure virgin teens for our continued depravity&hellip." He bent forward to kiss the protruding penis of the statue.

It was black and thick with veins the size of earthworms. He wrapped his lips around the phallus and sucked on it three times and ended the ritual by kissing the head of the penis.

He reached out for the last pair of panties, the red one, picked it up and held it to his face. He took a deep whiff. It was fresh, only four days old.

He took three deep breaths, the smell of her triggering off his memory. He remembered being angry, having pulled off her shorts to see her in red panties. He never liked the colour red but she was a virgin and he had to carry on the ritualistic raping for three days and three nights before burying her in a steel coffin beneath the house in the basement.

He gingerly put back the panties and picked up her identity card that was left next to her garment. He looked at her name again, Alicia Lim. He looked at her face again and wondered what she was feeling right now, trapped in that steel box, naked and cruelly bound tight with barbed wire. He remembered how she howled into her gross gag. Her face wrapped up in black industrial tape and 5 inch thick rubber bands.

His cock hardened immediately when he thought of the rotting bloodied meat that was shoved into her mouth as packing and sealed in. He recalled the scent of the super oral pleasure in attractive brazilian style hardcore and blowjob he used to seal her lips together.

And her pleading eyes. Her pleading eyes that poured tears when he told her she would be buried alive. Her death would not be merciful though, not the quick passing out from lack of air. The coffin was designed with a tube that ran out of the earth so that she still would have air. It would be the lack of food and water that would eventually kill her and that would take at least three days.

Three days, bound in barbed wire, gagged with rotting meat and sealed into a hot steel box and buried. Three long, torturous days. This was only day one. 30 hours or so since her burial. He wondered what she was feeling now, lying there, body covered with the sperm of four men.

Such is the ritual procedure for Graheg. Such is the sacrifice. He was broken out of his reverie by the sound of muffled screaming. It was faint but he could pick out such a beautiful sound anywhere. It was coming from behind the door of number 2. The second eldest. One put down the identity card of his last victim and pondered if he should look in, to see what Two was doing to an obviously terrified girl behind the black door.

His cock was already hard as he stepped closer and reached out for the handle&hellip. The brother''s victim. The door was not locked, thankfully and he slowly pushed it opened. The sound of gargled screaming and choking became more apparent and when One looked in, he knew why. The sight he beheld was amazing to him and probably very terrible to the young naked girl. She was gagging on Two's large, uncircumcised black cock. He was sitting on her small chest, his large, stretch marked bum was rubbing against her upper chest and neck.

He was furiously fucking the girl's face, her entire head buried beneath and crushed repeatedly by his fat, wobbling belly. His monstrous and hairy inner thighs clamped the sides of her poor head. One could hear sloshing sounds. "Brother, brother, what have we here?" The sweating brother was grunting as he thrust his hips in and out, in and out of the girl's face.

"What the fuck do ya want? You can see I'm busy." "Tsk, tsk, tsk, no way to talk to an elder." "Fuck you what do you want?" He was panting and grunting some more. The girl gave a weak muffled garbled noise.

One stepped further in the room and studied her young body. She was petite, small, probably Asian Chinese. Her breasts were barely fully grown but the mound was nice and curved and fleshy and soft. It was bouncing back and forth because of the rough thrusting of her face rapist.

Her stomach was flat and he could see her breathing hard and irregularly, trying to catch air perhaps, having her throat plugged up by a large, long cock. Her legs were spread tightly to the ends of the bed and secured by bondage shackles that were fixed to the iron rods beneath the bed.

The bed was creaking audibly with every thrust. Her legs were smooth and tender, body covered with sweat. "My dear brother," One said, walking around the bed to see where her clothes had gone to, "how many times have you flooded this poor girl with your slime?" He stopped to stare at her cleanly shaven crotch, red raw from prior pounding, with a pool of light-yellow mucus like sperm dribbling out of her vagina.

"I don't&hellip.know…" the brother replied between pants, "maybe four…five times&hellip." One saw her light-blue t-shirt, ripped and strewn on the floor. Just by his feet were her shorts, black running shorts, cut or torn apart. He looked around, looking for her bra and panties&hellip.

"Are you going to fuck off?" The other brother yelled. "The Crone has some girl for you in your room, and she's preparing a fresh one right now…just been abducted…go watch her prepare her or whatever…I'm not going to be done so soon…" "Oh come on, let me watch you face rape this youngling…" "Whatever.

You hear that bitch? We've got an audience!" One did not hear any noise as response. The second eldest continued his assault upon the poor bound girl eating his cock against her will. One sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing himself and studied her right, athletic leg that was straining against the bonds, tugging and jerking trying to break free. He began stroking her just beneath her knees, up and down his rough hands felt up her thighs. He hot blonde alexis gets fucked by amateur big dick model see her legs twisting and jerking away from cab driver got rimjob for free ride hands.

So busy she was, trying not to vomit from that thing sliding in and out of her throat while trying to avoid caress of the first brother.

He watched his brother now going at her face. He could see his sweat streaming down his broad hairy back and pooling around her chest. He could even smell the sourish odour rising from his heated body. He imagined the girl having the worst brunt of his brother's smell, his dirty, sweaty, slimy crotch banging against her pretty face. He got up and moved to the head of the bed to have a look. Every time his brother i love doggystyle fucks juicy holes dildo in anal wet pussy until sweet orgasm his torso backwards, One caught a glimpse of the teen's face, mouth held open by a ring gag, strapped merciless around her head.

When the grotesque groin was shoved back into her face, his knotted, thick public hair practically buried her nose. His cock was driven in deep, right up the edge of his blackened wrinkled ball sacks that banged against her quivering lower lips with every thrust. One really wondered what she was feeling, having a disgusting sperm coated cock slipping and sliding along her tongue and the insides of her throat. She had short hair, and from what he could see, she was quite attractive in that innocent schoolgirl way.

Her white bra was still entangled madam ravenrae and asian harriet sugarcookie ravenrael and pornstar her upper arms and pulled back behind her head. Her eyes turned instinctively to stare at One, wide eyed and full of fear, perhaps pleading with him silently to make the monster stop fucking her face. Tears were streaming out of her eyes and her hair was plastered to her wet skin.

She had been crying quite a bit.

He could hear lana rhoades fucking her brother gurgling, the sound of retching against thick flesh and sporadic screams trapped in her throat. One waved at her when her eyes caught his again. Several times, she rolled her eyes up into her head perhaps from the pain she felt every time the fat man shifted his weight. Her arms had disappeared behind and under the bed, probably strapped down with cable ties or rope.

The brother continued fucking her this way, grunting and spitting on her face, oblivious to his brother's presence. He was caught up in the act, feeling his already drained groin give rise to more sperm. His thrusting was starting to become more vigorous. The brother watched, standing there looking down at the two of them, The fucking and the movement was hypnotic.

Two was grabbing her by the hair now, pulling her head into his every forward motion as if it would drive his cock in deeper. It was a disturbing thing for such a young girl to go through but that made it all the more erotic and passionate. Her legs were still jerking and tugging, never giving up the fight, as if by some miracle her bonds would break and she could run free. Not a chance. Her rapist started making louder, deranged noises and kept going harder and harder.

One stepped back, knowing that his brother was about to gush straight into her. He almost ejaculated as his brother let out an inhuman roar, as he burst forth his load deep into her throat. The gurgling screams became louder as she probably tried to throw up the hot slime sloshing down into her stomach. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was retching, yellowish cum spilling out of her nose.

One turned to see her stomach contracting and tensing, as if she was trying to stop the sperm from flooding her stomach. The brother kept pushing out whatever was left inside him into her, slowing his thrusts, yes but still sliding in and out nevertheless. Every push forward released a bit more sperm until he was completely spent. He let out a big, satisfactory breath of air as his brother clapped slowly, applauding the great show. "Bravo, number two, bravo!" Two tiredly and finally pulled out his spent cock, taking almost three second to fully release it from her mouth and throat.

Before she could have any chance to release some deep-seated scream, he unhooked his black underwear that hung by the bedpost and shoved it into the opening of the ring gag. He carefully wiped up some cum from the sides of her mouth then pushed the soiled garment in, filling her mouth to capacity. From the back of her head, he pulled out the leather flap then clamped it across her mouth and threaded it through the other side like a belt.

He pulled sharply on it, sealing the sperm and his underwear into her mouth. When he was finally done, he settled down at the side of the bed and slapped his right hand onto her right breast, mauling and massaging it. "Now that was a good facial don't you think!" He teased. She still had her eyes screwed shut, head thrust backwards towards the ceiling crying into her mouth-filling gag.

He turned to his eldest brother looking on. "You want to have a go at her? She's tight like fuck!" "No, no," he said, patting his brother's shoulders, "she's all yours." "I'm hungry!" Two said, "Famished after all that fucking!" "well go grab yourself some food then." He got up to leave the room, "you coming?" "No not yet, let me have a few private words with your baby over here." He laughed then left the room.

When the door shut, one turned to the shivering girl on the bed. "You know&hellip.my brother&hellip.he's not going to stop raping you…" she mewed into her gag, started to cry audibly. "He usually keeps going for three, maybe four days before he finally gets bored&hellip.I pity you… I really do&hellip.he'll rape your face, your cunt, your ass, between your breasts, and he'll do it over and over again.

That's how he is. The only thing he knows what to do is fuck. And when he's done with you, he wouldn't have the balls to kill you.

I suppose that's a good thing, because my other brothers out there…some of them have a hard on for torture&hellip. " A deep, unsettling moan and wail escaped her gagged face. One just laughed, "of course, my other brothers will rape you first before any torture begins…so you will live probably another week if you're lucky, feeding on sperm and whatever we decide to shove down your throat. But lets not jump the gun ok? Have fun with my brother first and I'll see you perhaps, in a few days time&hellip." The eldest left her to that unsettling news, laughing as he listened to her wailing and struggling on the bed and he shut the door behind her.

He entered the hall. His brother was smoking up outside. "Where's The Crone?" He gestured to the closed door of the matron. "I think she's about to re-gag the new girl, you should go watch, or go fuck your toy in your room, whatever, I'm going to go eat after this!" "Alright brother, happy eating, oh and one question…whatever happened to the girl's panties?

I never found it anywhere in the room…" The brother laughed, "She wasn't wearing any…" The eldest nodded with a smile, then slowly, with anticipation, Number one approached the room, where the crone is, preparing the new girl with two of his other brothers watching on&hellip. The Crone The Crone is always the ruse, the black magic woman who attracts the young, pretty teens to help her with her 'disability' and her 'plight.' She is obese, appears 'sickly', 'helpless', 'depressed'.

The girls often have pity on her, with all her 'homeless things' weighing down her wheel chair. "Push me somewhere safe dearies, there are bad men always stealing my things." The girls comply; bring her somewhere 'safer,' sometimes, to the 'safe house' where she pretends to be staying. A dilapidated shack away from main streets. When the girls help her, her magic makes no one else see, no witnesses.

All sense of caution in the girls vanishes as prudent energies are eaten away by black magic. The crone lures the girls away from their daily life and into a life of sexual abuse and primordial lust and terror and sometimes, death. The latest capture is not of one, as the brother was mistaken, but two.

Two exchange students. Barely out of school. One from America, another from Taiwan. Lured in similar fashion, together, to their explicit fates. One always cherished that quickening of the blood when he first laid eyes on the new victims. He stood at the door frame, door ajar, the large bed in front of him. His near naked brothers were at the two sides, standing on chairs, taking photographs. He admires his grotesque looking brothers.

The one on the left is a seven foot albino she male, with a deformed belly and long frightening hair that drops past to the half of his back. He has a yellowing bridal gown on, complete with veil. He has a terrible hatred towards young females. The things he does to them out of that hatred is unspeakable.

The elder erotically hardens, wondering which of the unlucky girl is going to be chosen to be his 'playmate.' The other brother is another obese, perverted Asian-Indian man who also dresses like a woman. An oversized lacy black bra holds his large drooping breasts back but do not be mistaken. This other she male LOVES young girls. Especially virgin girls. He is often charged up with Viagra so he can go one raping them for hours on end.

He was giggling and snorting through his panty hose mask, taking pictures excitedly of the two girls on the bed. He rubbed his eel like cock through his black fish net like thong underwear. One could hear the two girls crying noisily through a simple tape gag slapped across their mouths. The crone hadn't re-gagged them yet and the elder was happy to witness such a ritual. The crone was sitting on a stool behind the bed, each large calloused hand stroking and petting the heads of the two frightened girls.

"Hello my elder prince," she greeted one, "you are just in time for your favourite scene…" "Hello your majesty," he said, bowing," such fine specimens you have here…I particularly like the small Asian one…" "Oh no no no my dear elder, you have your own little Chinese fuck toy in your room as a gift…this pretty one belongs to one of your brothers&hellip.which reminds me…" She looked down at the two girls who seem to have no idea where to look except the ceiling, One did not blame them, for all around the innocent girls were terrible, nightmarish looking freaks just waiting to get their hands on their bodies…"My little pretties, "she said, "look at me…" slowly, they arched their heads back reluctantly, eyes quivering with utmost fear, full of tears, moaning and sobbing into their stupid gags, "First of all, thank you for helping poor little old me to my 'house,' you must have been shocked quite badly, and literally with the Taser I hid beneath my blanket on my lap.

Hahahaha and look at both of you now. All bound up and gagged and on a bed in a room full of bad bad men&hellip.this is the price you pay for being such ignorant, kind hearted puppies&hellip.har ha harrr." Her laugh was discomforting, the laugh of a deep voiced witch showing her full ugliness.

Her hair was clumped and balding in some areas, her eyes big and black, her skin almost just as black like she had been charred, burnt at the stake. Her skin looked greased and diseased.

And she was fat and distasteful to look at. She stuck out her unnaturally long pink slimy tongue at the girls who started whimpering noisily. She stood up suddenly, an ugly dark brown dress stuck to her sweating body. Her stomach protruded above the girls as if she was pregnant full term. She was full of nightmares. " One of you," she said, "will be gagged by me. The other one, would be gagged by my white prince over there," she gestured to the she-male bride.

He barely smiled, his face old and muscular and tensed with an angry angry look. "Now, who will be gagged by whom hmmm? Is it you?" She bent over to the screaming Taiwanese girl. "Little miss, Nicole Lee?" Nicole started pleading behind her gag and the sound she made, like a young kitten, turned on the elder exquisitely. He studied the small thing. Slender, shapely body, a 24-inch waist, around five feet two. She had long straight black hair tied in a pony tail. Her youthful beauty was Pan-Asian.

Sweet and innocent. Her skin, without blemish and smooth and fair. She had on a white floral dress that hugged her upper body and waist nearly like a second skin. He reckoned she was a B cup, with breasts perhaps slightly larger than the naked teen he had seen in the other room. Her fair legs were exposed from her knees downwards and the lower part of her dress was fairly loose. Her legs were of course crushed together and secured with black cable ties.

Such young, tender looking legs&hellip.One cable tie trapped her ankles together, cinched with a shorter cable, another around her knees, also cinched with cable. Her arms were taut behind her and he guessed it was also bound with cable ties. The strip of tape on her mouth was black and almost peeling off with all her tears. He so wanted to crawl onto the bed, onto her and run his hands up the sides of her dress to feel out her panties&hellip.

The crone bent down, kissed the forehead of the Chinese girl then turned her attention to the American. "Little miss Samantha Roberts. 19 years old. Look at you! Such well formed breasts for your age! Is that a DD cup? Hmm?" The American teen mewed into her gag, which also seemed to be peeling off. " I asked you a question little one," The crone snarled, "are you a double D?" the girl nodded weakly then gave out deep sobs of humiliation.

She did not dare look at nasty czech cutie gapes her spread vagina to the extreme men in the room staring at her body with rape lust and bloodlust. She had a pink tank top on that was stretched to its limits, as if it was a size or two too small. Her perfect waist was exposed, and the elder found her belly button really cute.

He wanted to stick his little finger into it. She was certainly pretty, sharp jawline, a sharp nose and well-moisturised skin. Her eyebrows were arched upwards with fear and her brown hair bunched up around her shoulders. "And such a cute braid you have my sweet!" The crone looked up at the two brothers, "whoever gets her, make sure you don't mess up gorgeous tiny cutie gets her narrow cunt and petite anal poked braid you understand?" "Yes mistress," both of them said in unison.

The Indian brother chuckling. Excited. "So!" The crone clapped her hands, "who shall be gagged by yours truly? Lets begin the selection process!" This was exciting to the elder. The crone loved being dramatic, mostly to scare the girls and to turn on the men. She delayed the gratification as much as she could, dropping hints of what was to come next bit by bit.

"My albino king!" She called out loud, "come on slutty jessie gets nailed in a threesome to the end of the bed there and show these girls your crowning glory!" He stepped down from his pedestal, passed the phone to the elder. And stood at the end of the bed. "Now girls! Look up to your master! NOW!" Their terrified eyes turned towards him, almost unbelieving the horror they were seeing. He slowly lifted up his dress, with relish, to reveal his cleanly shaven crotch.

With no penis. The old stitch marks were visible, like thick worms criss-crossing the hole where his testicles and penis used to be. A dried up mound was left there, white skin grown over it. He was leering at the screaming girls.

" You see my dear, one of his old victims, -Graheg rape her soul- bit off his poor manly cock a long time ago. It was his fault really, not using a ring gag on her and the doctors could do nothing to save it. He has been a very very VERY angry monster since. A man with no penis will be driven mad but thankfully, he has found a way to channel his madness&hellip." She leaned over the two terrified girls for effect.

"You see my dearies, one. Of you." She said slowly and with relish." Will NOT be raped." She paused, staring down at two of them. They were not sure what to make of the sentence. " I mean," she went on, "how could he possibly rape any girl now? With a strap on?" She laughed hard. This angered the Albino freak. He was growling. She did it on purpose. to heat up his blood. "No no no," she gestured to him, then to the girls below her.

"One. Of you." She leaned in closer, "will. Be. SEVERELY. Tortured." A long, unearthly loud wail came from their gagged mouths, noise spilling out of the loose tape gags. They shook their heads violently, the American had her eyes shut, chest heaving with crying, the other had her eyes wide open in disbelief.

The crone pressed down the tape on their faces one by one. "Its going to be a very long and a very, very, VERY painful journey for one of you pretty ones! So WHO WILL IT BE?!" She jumped onto the bed maniacally. Jumped up and down shaking the bed, her fats wobbling beneath the dress, rocking the mattress, sending shockwave after shockwave into the vulnerable girls. She suddenly stopped, glared down at both of them and pointed her fat finger at the American girl.

The panicked teen shook her head from side to side, obviously crying out "no no no" through her gag. "EENIE!" The crone started, "MEENIE!" she pointed to the Chinese girl, "MY-NEE, MOE! Catch the tiger by the toe!" Every word fell on either of the girls. "If it growls, let her go!" she was pointing at the Chinese girl. Then, "EENIE, ME NEE, MY NEE, MOE!" The last 'moe' ended with the Asian girl. She scrunched up her body then started to push herself away frantically from the psychotic witch woman.

The crone bent down and dragged her back to the center of the bed, "I'm not done with the rhyme yet sweetie!" She growled hot into her ears, then she quickly pointed her finger at the American teen who stared at her with renewed panic. In the poor girl's heart, she was somewhat relieved when the rhyme ended with her new friend.

At this stage, she didn't care. Let someone else be tortured please, she thought. The crone was still pointing her finger at the girl in the black shorts while shouting, "WHICH!" She pointed back to the other girl, "ONE!" "WILL. BE. TORTURED." She stared at the American girl, her heat thumping, trapped in an eternal moment of stress.

"FIRST?" the Asian girl stopped breathing. "YOU!" The fatal finger ended pointing at the Caucasian girl. The crone clapped her hands, the teen wet herself on the bed, too terrified even to make a single sound. She was it. "Take this filthy whore from my sight," the crone commanded the albino torturer. "And TAKE YOUR TIME WITH HER. HAHAHAHAHHA!" The madness in the room escalated as the screaming teen, who had urinated on herself, was swept up into the arms of the large beast.

He was clearly pleased he could start having fun. He grinned like a madman. She trashed and struggled over his shoulders as he turned to the door.

Elder held the door open like a faithful doorman. His mind now utterly confused. Should he stay to watch the Taiwanese girl be re-gagged or watch his deranged brother prepare the other girl for her horrific fate?

He could not decide&hellip. Gagging Nicole lee. The sound of the American teen screaming into tape faded away and was cut off by the bang of the torture chamber door. The elder was left in a daze, his mind wandering into territories of torture and pain about to happen, wondering vaguely how long that poor girl would last in such a room. He forced his mind to return to the preparation room, where the only sounds left were the mewing and sobbing coming from the small Taiwanese girl, and the heavy breathing of the fat Indian rapist, who was leering at the terrified child while massaging his erect cock.

She dared not look at him, knowing in her mind that he would be the one raping her. The crone looked at the rapist and said, "Why don't you stop touching yourself and come straddle this sweet thing here so she can't squirm away from me hmmm?" She looked down at her, "And as for you&hellip.

you're getting a bit too noisy my dear. Look at that tape gag, all wet and useless and not sticky anymore. Tsk Tsk Tsk. I really suppose it's time to change that gag into something more&hellip.uncomfortable&hellip.hmmm?" The Indian man was approaching the bed with glee before the crone stopped him. "NO, wait wait WAIT!

Where's the video camera?!" The crone looked at the elder, "perhaps you want to film this? Perhaps you can narrate something for her dear parents?" The girl let out a weak whimper, reminded somehow that she was probably never going to see home again.

The elder was holding the phone of his white skinned brother and realised it could perhaps do. "No, no!" the crone yelled at him, get the high definition one! We want her parents to see every single thing we're going to do to their innocent pet." The elder left the room reluctantly to bring in the recording equipment.

The Indian rapist was going 'hee, hee, hee, hee' licking his lips. The crone reached under the bed, pulled out a wrestling mask and put it on to disguise herself. She then proceeded to stroke the girls face, wiping away her tears rolled down her cheeks. Nicole was terrified looking up at the masked face. The mask had holes at the top that let clumps of witches' hair stick through.

There was a broad painted grin with razor teeth on the mask and oval red paint around the eyes. The real eyes that stared out of the hole was all black.

The elder returned, aimed the camera at the bed, catching the length of the girl and the crone sitting behind holding the girls face with both her wrinkled hands. She was staring straight at the camera.

The red light showed it was on and recording. "Hello Mr and Mrs Lee! Greetings from the House of Ordeals! You must be shocked! To see your 18-year-old daughter tied up on the bed like this! By the time you receive this film, it would've been days since this recording, and god knows what has happened to your little girl!

" The crone looked at Nicole, "say hi to mommy and daddy!" She broke down immediately, crying noisily into the soiled tape-gag.

The witch looked back to the camera, " As you can see, she's a little bit lost for words. She doesn't quite know the kind of ordeals coming for her but I assure you, she' s going to have lots and lots of cock! For an example!" She looked to the Indian beast and said, "show her family your black mamba!" The elder turned the camera and pointed it at the crotch of the beast, he was already slipping his hands into the black thong and pulling out his throbbing, eel like penis that was quickly growing larger in his hands.

He held it up to the camera, squeezing it and masturbating. Ugly veins ran along the side of the shaft, filling up with rape lust and blood rush. In the background, the crone went on, "Can you imagine, Mr Lee? That big, black disgusting thing slowly entering your daughter's mouth? Slithering like a fat snake into your little girl's tight, innocent vagina?" Gushing thick sticky sperm up her bleeding anus?

All that and much much more Mr and Mrs lee, we PROMISE you! And now&hellip. for the event we've all been waiting for." The camera panned back to the girl on the bed, she was crying uncontrollably and the crone had clamped one hand over her mouth., squeezing her cheeks.

"We are going to shut your daughter up good and proper!" The crone stood up, the camera followed. Her dark brown dress was now darker as it was soaked with fetid sweat running down her fat thighs. She grabbed the young girl's shoulders and forced her to sit up, facing her rapist. "Come!" she commanded the rapist, he crawled unto the rape bed like a pig, his black cock and balls dangling out the sides of his thong, his mouth open, tongue salivating.

The girl screamed, pushed against the bed away from him but bumped up against the sweating body of the crone behind her. The crone shoved her to the rapist, he caught her, grabbing the sides of her arms. He then turned her around roughly and pulled her to his body. He fell on his bum, bouncing the bed under his weight, spread his legs wide and hugged the struggling girl against his own sweaty body.

Her arms, bound behind her with cable ties at the wrist and above the elbows were crushed against his heaving chest. She could feel his black lacy bra, his large unsightly breast pressed against her upper arms. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and clamped his huge right hand over her mouth. He pulled her head backwards and pressed it against his hairy chest, angled his own head and buried his face in her soft creamy neck.

He snorted her flesh nosily. He crossed his fat legs over her waist and torso and bent his knees to firmly pull her against him. His cock was rubbing against the back of her body, up against the fabric of her dress. He snorted her hair. "mmmmmmmm." He said with relish, " you smell so goooood." The tip of his slimy tongue explored the insides of her right ear but she couldn't even move or turn her head away. His arms and legs were like a terrible and powerful vice.

A prey trapped by a predator. He kissed her ears and whispered hotly into her ear, "I bet your naked body smells better…" She moaned under the weight of his hand across her mouth. Tears rolling guy bonks stunning beauteous teen homemade hardcore his fingers.

All this was video recorded in close range for the family to watch. Horny teen amber picks his boyfriend huge dick over her studies pornstars and hardcore up of his dirty hairy underarms, his stretch marks on his bloated stomach, his face covered in black panty hose to distort all identity.

A hole around his mouth area so his tongue could roam free. All this to show what a monster this man was and that this monster was going to slowly strip and rape their daughter.

Elder was horny just by filming. The crone was standing on the bed, towering over the man and the small girl clamped to him. Such a contrast, a petite fair skinned girl in a white dress against an obese black man with black bra and thongs.

He was nearly twice her size. She couldn't fight him. The crone bent down into the girl's face. "You ready for a lesson on how to effectively gag a teenage girl? Har har haar…" She held the girl's jaw.

"Step number one. Always, ALWAYS use mouth stuffing! Lots and lots of mouth stuffing! Why? We want to clog up your screams of course, because YOU my dear, "she wiped away Nicole's tears with a thumb, "will be screaming quite a bit." She released her grip on her jaw, "Always use material that can soak up the saliva!

This way, when the material is dense with your spit, it muffles the screaming even more! We want you very muffled you see&hellip.and while we're at it, the mouth stuffing should be something disgusting, something bitter and sour and sickening. It's going to be clumped up and pressing down on your tongue for a very very long time, so it should be as uncomfortable and distressing and should taste horrible for you as much as possible.

So now!" The crone clapped her hands with glee, "what could we POSSIBLY stuff into that little mouth of yours?" She pretended to think, the Indian rapist then said, "How long have you not showered Madame?" "A few days, why?" The crone answered, playing along. The rapist grinned, "and how long have you not changed out of your sweaty underwear?" The crone gave a big fake surprised look.

"Oh you naughty naughty boy, giving me such ideas, but I think it's perfect!" The girl twisted and tried shaking her head beneath the hand over her face. She was catching on. She started making guttural noises of denial. The crone started doing a slow sexy dance in front of the terrified girl. She twisted and gyrated her hips as her hands slowly started hiking up her dirty brown dress. Her fat grotesque thighs were wet with sweat. She was wearing some kind of thick sweat tights over something bulky.

In a disturbing way, she started humming an out of tune song while tugging and pulling down the tights, all the while stepping closer to the girl. She let the tights drop, exposing thick adult diapers. The rapist hugged the girl tighter to his body all the while going, "HUR HUR HUR, HUR HUR HUR" hot into her ears.

She was trying to struggle, twisting and jerking uselessly in his grip. The crone stepped even closer while pulling off her own wet dress. Her black pendulous breasts popped free and dangled like sagging fruits from a poisoned tree. Her body bathed and shined with dirty sweat. She tossed the dress away, and posed for the trembling girl. She started unfastening the diaper. "You should smell this…four days of sweat and juices, trapping the heat of my sour crotch, my thick panties heavy with my foul fluids, of piss and menstruating blood.

A witch spell to increase your fear my dear, to increase your disgust and panic and terror. YOU SEE THIS MR AND MRS LEE!" She didn't even look at the camera, she just let the diaper drop, falling upon the girl's bound legs held down by the legs of the madman behind her. The witch exposed the reeking, beige cotton briefs plastered to her soggy crotch. The smell hit the girl immediately, almost making her vomit. The rapist took deep breaths, apparently turned on by this deranged event.

He was rubbing his crotch into the small of the girl's back. "This is going to be very yummy my dear, but before you TASTE it, I want you to appreciate it's deep disgusting stench while making me wet at the same time!

Make me cum into your mouth packing Nicole Lee, make me cum with your face!" With his powerful right hand, the rapist released his grip over her mouth, grabbed her hair at the back of her head then shoved the girl's face into the stinking wet panty covered crotch of the obese woman.

The girl screamed into the thick hairy crotch as the crone began rubbing her loose, foul vagina into the nose and mouth and cheeks of the poor girl.

The very hot blonde nailed in stall both holes slapped away the hand of the rapist and took over grabbing the girl's hair so that she could control the pacing of her head movement.

The crone spread her legs wide to open up her flesh and pressed the face deeper into her. The girl was suffocating, forced to take noisy snorts. The smell was unbearable.

Almost immediately she felt like her face was catching a rash, the sourness reached into her throat and threatened to pull out whatever half digested food she had in her stomach. Her nose felt like it was going to break as it was flattened and pulled and pushed against the disgusting organ.

The crone was yelling and chanting, rubbing her crotch up and down and round and round and round into the panicking face. The rapist felt the girl buck and twist against him so he tightened his grip, almost cumming into her back. "I'm coming!" the witch yelled, "I'm coming I'm coming!" She tightened her grip on the girls cock enters legal age teenager wet crack, the teen screamed, face already red raw from all that rubbing then she barbora fucks me hard to prove shes worth hiring the squishing splurge of wet slime squirting from the deformed vagina.

Something of a terrible feeling clawed its slut adriana seduces sofi to have sex into the girl and amplified her nausea and terror. Her mind flooded with discordant images of herself tied taut and naked on a bed of nails while fat men climbed on top of her to rape her.

She saw the face of her parents fading away foxy lesbos fill up their big fannys with milk and burst it out threesome spreading the black as the crone had one last orgasm. Then she pulled her body away, leaving a sticky mess that clung between the girl's face and the crotch with fresh secretions. The discharge was red and yellowish and murky colored.

The Elder zoomed in big booty nympho franceska jaimes fucked hard pornstars and hardcore camera to show the mess of the girl's face.

"And now!" The crone yelled, exhausted and heightened, "NOW you're ready to have your MOUTH STUFFED!" She teased herself out of the panties, slowly rolling it down her fat stomach, down past the dripping crotch, exposing a mass of dense, gooey pubic hair. The inside part of the panties had a layer of slime on it, with obvious blood pooled and collected within it. It was a terrible sight. The girl had her eyes screwed shut, tears streaming, mind screaming, heavy breathing.

The woman stepped out of her gift for the girl and let it dangle between the fingers, the garment sagging and heavy. She carefully turned the panties inside out so that the slime was on the outside. "Open your eyes Nicole!, OPEN YOUR MOOOOUTH!" The rapist had the girl's face clamped shut again with his hand, this time with his thumb and finger, he squeezed her nose shut while keeping his palms squashed against her mouth so no air could be taken in.

The girl burst open her eyes at the sudden stoppage of oxygen and fought uselessly against the mad grip. He held on to her to what felt like eternal minutes, letting her fight, letting her use up the air she had trapped in her body, letting her almost dark hole of leggy beautiful gal fucked hardcore and blowjob out from asphyxiation.

From the madness of those moments, Nicole saw the crone balling up the unwashed soiled panties in her hand. She made sure the girl was staring at the mess in the crotch in front of her face now, inches away. "Open up darling!" Without warning, the rapist released his thumb and finger then ripped the wet tape from the girls' mouth. Her first animal instinct was to suck in as much air as she could. Her mouth burst open and the dirty panties was shoved in without mercy. The taste hit her immediately as the slime covered part was pushed down upon her tongue.

Slowly and horribly, the crone began stuffing Nicole's cheeks, pushing and prodding and pressing the large underwear in. She used both hands and fingers, digging into the cavity, making room to stuff some more, and pushing the panties into the insides of her cheeks, bit by bit by bit by bit. Nicole trashed, gagged, almost threw up, her stomach constricted, eyes rolled into her head, trying to turn away while the rapist repeated into her ear demonically, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy panties, yummy yummy yummy yummy panties!" She started screaming again, the only defence against the madness was screaming.

She screamed into the mouth packing as it was slowly shoved deeper in. She could feel the thing at the back of her throat now, pushing against the back of her throat, causing her to cough. " Good, good, good" the crone said, "gag reflex.

Try not to swallow it, heh heh heh, just a bit more dear… just a bit moooore!" The last part was the elastic band of the panties going in. By this time, the girl's mouth was full, cheeks bulging and swollen with the soiled thing, mouth locked open and distended jaws already starting to ache, tongue crushed and immobile in a pool of gunk, the roof of her mouth sore. Her head felt like it was going to burst from the pressure of all that stuffing.

Her ears rang. "There!" The crone finally said, "All in! See? Took a bit of work but you did it! Good girl!" The man's hand clamped down over the stuffing and her lips, holding everything in while the naked witch climbed off the bed to fetch some things. "That was just part one of an effective gag my dear! Now, here comes part two and three and four!" She returned with four long black cable ties, a roll of black industrial tape and a 4-inch wide band made from thick rubber.

She dropped everything else on the bed except the first cable tie. "This my dear, "she introduced, " will be used to strap your mouth stuffing in!" The rapist held her jaw and head in place as the crone used both hands to jam the cable tie across the center part of Nicole's stuffed mouth, curled the plastic strip around her head, threaded the heavy duty plastic tie into the loop at the back then pulled it shut mercilessly.

It zipped up tightly, almost cutting into cheeks of the girl. The crone tugged harder, making sure it was very tight. The first tie locked the mouth stuffing in so tightly that the stuffing bulged a little over and below the center tie. She then proceeded with the next cable tie. She pushed it against the upper part of the cum on karina kapoor xxx photoes in, threaded it again and zipped it tight. This forced the panties in harder.

A third tie locked in the lower portion of the balled up stuffing. It was impossible now, for Nicole to push out the stuffing with her tongue.

It was secured cruelly in place. The last of the cable tie went just above the first and central tie and was pulled tight. Four cable ties to hold in one mouth stuffing. The crone stepped back and was proud of her work. The gag was good but not good enough. "There, nice and secure. And now, for the third part of your gag…" She picked up the roll of industrial tape.

It was wide enough to cover a mouth from just below the nose to near bottom of the chin, with extra strong adhesive. Three to four times more than normal duct tape. Double backed and water proofed so no amount of saliva or tears or cum splattered on her face would loosen it.

The crone peeled off the edge and ripped open a length of it, without tearing it off. "Now my dear, " she said, positioning herself in front of Nicole, "I'm going to wrap your lower face shut ok? We're going to seal up that mouth of yours so nothing can escape. Are you ok with this? Means you can't eat, you can't drink, you can't vomit, can't speak, and the only thing you can do is chew on my dirty underwear in your mouth.

Is that ok? Of course it is. You are meant to be seen, stripped, fucked, tortured, beaten and sodomized. Not heard or listened to. You understand? Now now, stop crying, you'll choke. Are we ready? Yes we are, yes we are…" The rapist used both his hands to press down Nicole's head and push up her jaw, compacting the panties in her mouth. The crone ripped more tape from the roll and plastered it across Nicole's mouth packing and tight cable ties. Her mouth was not complete closed because of the bulk of the panties so the 4inch strip barely hid the lips.

The witch pressed the tape firmly into Nicole's face, rubbing the loose end into her right cheek. The pressure flattened half of her lips.

The roll went tightly around the left side of her face, across the back of her skull and up front again, across the first layer of tape to force in the packing. The crone wound the strong tape around once more, the second layer crushing down all flesh beneath Nicole's nose. The third, tight round went over the flesh just above her chin, pushing in the mouth packing more if that was even possible, sealing her lower lip.

Elders' hands were shaking while filming in close up. He loved the gagging of young girls, especially in such a merciless, cruel way. The sound of tape ripping, the sound of mewing and sobbing getting more and more muffled made him hard and terribly excited.

A fourth round of tape wrapping was applied with even greater pressure, forcing Nicole's cheeks to bulge under the immense tightness. The blood pressure in her head increased, face turning red as a fifth round buried the first four rounds of tape underneath. The crone ended with a final sixth round of tape, just to make sure. Finally, the tape was torn and plastered down behind Nicole's head. Tossing the tape aside, The crone used both thumbs to massage down the cruel layers. "And now, for the grand finale, " she said, picking up the 4 inch wide black band." With great strength she pulled the band wide enough and slipped it over Nicole's head.

When the band was halfway down her face, the crone purposely released it and it snapped shut around her nose like a trap. Immediately, she could not breathe. The rapist pushed the girl forward and got out of the way, letting Nicole fall back down onto the bed. She trashed, a choked, barely audible noise escaped her throat.

She bucked frantically, twisting her face into the bed hoping to push off the band that crushed down her nose. She tossed her head back in panic, veins standing out on her neck. Not a sliver of air was entering her. "Very good!" The Crone said, "This ensures that your mouth is truly sealed and the band is truly tight enough!" The rapist climbed on top of Nicole and straddled her stomach, his ungodly weight pinning her down, forcing the last remnants of air out of her stomach but with no where to go.

She could not breathe in nor force out any air through her sealed face. Her bladder almost burst, her entire body pressurised and contracted. She was almost passing out. Her eyes went wide and full of inhuman panic. "Try to breaaaatheeee." He teased, taking deep noisy breaths himself to emphasize his disturbing humor.

"Ahhhhhh…" he released then sucked in more air with relish, "such fresh beautiful air! Can you feel it Nikki?" Blood was rushing in her head, her lungs screaming for life as he started rubbing his cock on her stomach, pushing her dress up and down her body.

Her vision was turning black, her life flashed before her eyes but before she could truly lose consciousness, the rapist grabbed the tight ends of the band and tugged it forcefully down, letting her nose pop free. He adjusted the band around her lower face as she greedily sucked precious oxygen through her flaring nostrils.

But it was hard to breathe in enough because of the weight of his body on her stomach. She felt every breath as only half or even a quarter breath. She hyperventilated and it made her dizzy, almost about the puke again. He playfully snapped the thick band across her tape wrapped mouth, checking the tension.

It was incredibly tight, squeezing her lower face in without remorse. She was heaving and grunting. The crone was laughing, snapping pictures of Nicole's gagged face with the camera phone. "Now THAT is what I call a gag!" She gleamed, showing one picture to Nicole. "See how your lower face is contracted in? Nice and tight and soundless! Shall we sound check?" As if on command, the rapist who was still straddling her, pinched both her breast through her dress and bra and twisted her nipples mercilessly.

Nicole arched her back, screamed with eyes screwed shut but only a distant howl came from somewhere in her throat. The noise barely audible from outside the room. "No one is going katie banks massage my big ass i know tha hear you now!!!!" The rapist said with glee. He bent his body down and devoured her neck, she squirmed and screamed uselessly some more as he continued rubbing himself on her body. "You ready for fucky fucky?" he said repeatedly into her ear, "fucky fucky fucky fucky!" He slobbered her neck some more.

In the background, the crone laughed and cheered. The filming carried on. "Fucky fucky fucky!" She cried nosily into her inhuman gag. He suddenly stopped humping her stomach and held her face both hands. He stared down into it. He was breathing heavily. Her eyebrows arched upwards with intense fear. He lowered his face to hers and he playfully rubbed his nose against hers.

He licked her tears streaming down her face and over her gag. He licked her left eye, then her right eye. She could smell his rancid breath, his saliva leaving a stench on her skin. Her curled his tongue into her nostrils, letting his brown spit pool laure mature brunette doing smash by a black her nose. She could not turn away from disgust as he held her head firmly. "I'm going to lick every inch of your sweet body," he teased, but first…" he grinned in her face, "we should start getting rid of your dress…very slowly… Oh, oh, I can't wait…" he kissed her gagged mouth three times.

Kissed her forehead, kissed her eyes, "I can't wait to see you in your little bra and panties&hellip." The Girl gifted to elder (first person perspective.) I could not bear watching anymore. The fat Indian rapist was going to begin undressing poor Nicole Lee with his mouth alone.

That was his fetish. I never actually seen him do this but I will once the film is available. The crone had taken over the filming. And I had a choice. Watch again, like I have been doing since I came home.

Or proceed to my own little teen, bound, gagged and prepared in my sex room. My own hard on gave me the right answer. The flutters in my stomach was turning into a storm of excitement, getting unbearable, watching my brothers play with their girls while I did nothing.

NO. A special treat was waiting for me and I believed that it was time to visit my sweetheart and have my fair share of unprecedented lust. It was silent in the hall when I closed the door to the room where my brother and crone was.

Surprisingly, the torture room was also silent and I could smell the pungent smoke reeking from under the door. The mad albino bride was probably smoking his cruel blend of intoxicants, preparing himself, charging up for his long deranged night ahead.

I fought the urge to step into that room, just to see how the American teen was doing. How would she be bound? Was she already naked? Has she been re-gagged?

But no. No peeking. My urgency for sexual release was mounting and I needed to explode, to ejaculate profusely, and preferably into my teen rather than wasting the seed on masturbation and voyeurism. I needed to rape her sooner rather than later. The time was now. I went to my door. Knocked on it three times and pressed my head against it.

I could hear a panic sobbing. Then a muffled screaming. "This is the police!" I yelled, starting the mind fuck. "Is there a Stacie Tay in there?" I banged the door some more then listened. She was screaming uncontrollably, I could barely make out a 'yes' through that thick gag of hers and perhaps "please help me, please help me." The crone always gagged the girls well. Knowing that Stacie would be blindfolded, I pretended to kick down the door.

It burst open and there she was. Trashing on the bed. She was still clad in her light blue school uniform. Her skirt was short, inches above her knees and her shirt was fitting, landscaping her teen-age breasts, which appeared large enough to fit the palm of my hands.

"Oh my God! Stacie? Is that you?" I grinned. She was not blindfolded. A thick black velvet bag was snugly pulled over her whole head, with its drawstrings pulled tight and tied off around her creamy neck.

She was nodding her head furiously, twisting her young body against her bonds. She was heaving heavily, being hard to breathe through such a thing. Her body was slender and petite, just the way I liked it.

The crone knows all of our tastes well and I silently thanked her and Lord Graheg for such a fine gift. "We'll get you out of here Stacie, hang in there!" I said urgently, as I pulled my sweaty t-shirt off my large deformed body. "Let me unbind your loads of penis sucking pleasures striptease hardcore first ok?" I lied. She nodded her head, sobbing through her gag. I was hard, very hard and I stepped out of my shorts.

The room was dank, stank of sweat and sex. It was barely lit, a single yellow bulb hung above the bed, illuminating the bed and the girl stretched out on it. I peeled off my leather thong and slid it down my thick legs as I scanned her lower body.

She still had her sneakers and socks on. "The cable ties around your feet is hard to cut through, give me some time ok Raunchy blonde slut pleasures two big cocks big tits cumshot You'll be alright, I promise you." She cried in relief. I studied her bonds. Her ankles were each secured with black cable ties and a third held both of them together.

A thin but sturdy rope was threaded through the third cable tie and ran to the foot of the bed, in the center where it was tied off, forcing her legs to be pulled straight. I circled the bed to the end, to see how her arms were bound above her head. Her head was resting on her upper arms which were bound together tightly with cable ties. It cut into the sleeve of her uniform. Another cut right around her elbows that were bent so that the rest of her arms fell down the height of the dirty yellowing mattress.

At the wrists, it was strapped together with cable ties and attached to an iron bar beneath the bed, similarly to the way the first girl was bound, she who was face raped. Stacie made more noises, tugging at her legs, wondering what was going on. "I'm behind you now, tattood pierced hood chick jerks white dick on your arms." She tiled her head back, trying to see her saviour, "I think it's easier to undo your arms first.

The paramedics are outside, one of them will bring scissors then we'll cut you free ok? Then I'll remove your hood and your gag, and then you'll be safe and sound. Be patient. Your mom and dad have been worried about you. Are you relieved Stacie?" She nodded her head again, mewing like a child, like a kitten, sounds that sounded earnest perhaps even joyful.

I grew more excited at the ploy, "You'll see them real soon, they are outside the house O.K.? waiting for you…" I stood behind her head now, letting my erect oily penis dangle above her head. The first thing she sees must be horrific to her. She was crying into her gag, tears of release from her nightmare that she believed was ending. I lightly touched her neck. She was startled, I started to undo the drawstring&hellip."I'm sorry I scared you…can you tug at your hands? See if you can break out of your binds please?

I've loosened it as much as I could…" She tugged. Nothing happened. She shook her head. "No?" I unknotted the drawstring and pulled the lower bag open. "Just a second more Stacie… " I pinched the ends of the bag above her head and began tugging it slowly off her head… "Just a second more…" Her lower face, wrapped in black tape is exposed, "…and you can see the face of the police man, that has come to save you&hellip." I pulled the bag off dramatically, her eyes went wide seeing the black, uncircumcised eel dangling down at her, "PEEKABOOOOO!!!!" I yelled into her face and for a second, she was shocked into silence, completely unmoving.

Then she sucked in air through her nostrils and screamed. I could almost feel her relief vanishing in that terrified scream. Disbelief was flooding her, followed by waves and waves of panic.

She was jerking her body against the binds, twisting her head this way and that. Her gag was tight, very tight. Tape wound and wrapped her lower face shut.

Upper cheeks bulging under the strain. Tears rolled down her face. I playfully pumped my pelvis back and forth, letting my balls and cock swing and bounce above her face. "SURPRIIIIIISE! APRIL FOOOOL!!!!" I shouted, a tad overjoyed. Even if it wasn't April, the effect was there. I had raised her hopes, and then sent it crashing back into her black horrifying reality.

" My name is officer Elder," I said as I stepped satisfying one eyed monster engulfing party hardcore and reality into the bed then squatted over her face. She immediately turned away from my dirty open anus inches from her eyes.

I bent my head down to look at her from between my own legs, "and you are under arrest!" I straightened up, crossed over her body and stood with my legs at her sides, looking down straight at her. I lowered my body, sitting on her just below her chest pinning her down. I stared into her face, breath reeking.

"You are to remain gagged at all times." I leaned in to take a deep whiff of her neck and hair. It smelled of fresh shampoo and sweat. She tried to break away from me but could barely move.

"You are to be tied up at all times…" I buried my face into the left side of her neck and bit her tender flesh there with my lips, she mewled and gurgled into her gag, "Any kind of muffled screaming or struggling will not stop me from touching you." I started kissing her gagged lips noisily, "Any kind of pleading through your gag will not stop me from stripping you." I then cupped her young breasts from below, locked my fingers over them and squeezed them tightly through her uniform, "and any kind of sobbing and crying…" I lowered my face into her right ear and said slowly, " … will not stop me from raping you." I licked the insides of her ear with my fevered tongue while my hands continued to squish her young breasts.

I couldn't wait to remove her shirt. I held on to her face next, with my thumbs pressed under her chin, I pushed her head back, exposing her neck. I ran my tongue from the top center of her chest all the way up her neck to her lower jaw. Then I licked it that way again, pressing my wet tongue hard against her skin. "mmmm, you taste very nice…" Up and down her neck I licked and tasted her, the top and bottom of my tongue lathering her delicate skin.

This prospect excited me, sitting on a teen taken from school, licking her this way while she was tied down, unable to stop me. I kissed her bulging cheeks. To think that she's terrified of me made me even want to terrify her more.

I vaguely thought about what mouth stuffing the crone had used on her as I dug my crotch into her belly then pushed up against her twistys black angelica starring at my kind. She let out a guttural scream.

Bit by bit I dislodge her shirt that was tucked into her skirt. I could see she was wearing a white t-shirt beneath. More clothes to peel off&hellip. I clasped the sides of her bound arms then ran my hands down the sides of her body, feeling her curves, her ribs, her waist. Such a small waist.

I tucked my hands beneath her shirt, her t-shirt and stroked her stomach in small circular motions with my thumbs. Such soft, smooth skin.

I started unbuttoning the lowest button of her uniform. "Here are some facts" I said professionally, unbuttoning her second button, "Firstly, I'm not keeping you here for ransom. I don't want money from your family…" The third button is released, shirt opening up as I go along, "What I really want though…is to press my face into the crotch of your panties…" She cried noisily, uselessly into her merciless gag.

I laughed, unbuttoning her fourth and fifth buttons, letting her light blue uniform top fall on either sides, exposing her school t-shirt. Catholic college it said. I shifted a little then slid my long erect cock under her t-shirt and let it rub against her soft skin.

I kissed her wet eyes. "Are you a nice catholic girl?" I fumbled with her second last button, then very slowly and menacingly, I said into her ear, "Are. You. A. Virgin?" She screwed her eyes shut, shuddered, wept. I rubbed my throbbing cock some more against her skin, "I asked you a question Stacie…" the sensitive bottom part of my penis head sliding over her belly button. "Yes or no?" She slowly, reluctantly nodded.

I nearly ejaculated with that answer. "Very gooood." I whispered. "This is going to be more fun…" I devoured her neck, clamping my lips over her skin and sucking hard on it against her tortured whimpering. I pulled her shirt apart, bursting the last button.

She sucked in her breath, shocked. I released my lips from her skin with a wet pop then looked down at her rising and falling chest, then to her terrified face. She looked sick. "Never had a man, slowly undress you&hellip.never had a naked, obese man sitting on your young body?" She shook her head, sounding like she was choking on her own sobs. Face cramped with trepidation. My hands were now tucked under her t-shirt, feeling out her waistline, her lower ribs, pushing her t-shirt up slowly exposing more of her stomach.

"Never had a man…do this to you?" I slid my body backwards, cock leaving her stomach, I bent down then tucked my head under her t-shirt, my face pressing into her stomach. Then I shoved my head, slowly and deliberately upwards, wriggling my sweaty long hair and rough face against her stomach, her solar plexus, snorting her sweaty skin as I felt the top of my head and forehead rub up against her tight teenage bra.

She could feel her body trying to twist away but I was pinning her down. She screamed. A distant muffled, trapped scream. I half kissed, half munched on her skin around her stomach with my lips, half aware that my cock was bouncing and rubbing up against the sides of her legs, sometimes grazing the hem of her skirt.

I squeezed her hips with my thighs. I almost gushed. I could feel the tightness of her t-shirt over my head and the tops of my shoulders, the tension seemed to be keeping my face buried in her stomach and ribs.

I started licking her deliciously, my eyes catching glimpses of her simple pink cotton bra. Both of my hands slid up the sides of her body, up along her ribs. My wrists caught her t-shirt and I pushed it up all the way so that my palms ran over the sides of her bra and ended up cupping her armpits. It was cleanly shaven. I wasn't sure f the crone had shaved it or she was naturally hairless under her arms.

Her t-shirt was bunched under her neck now, her screaming and trashing continued, being exposed like this. I sat up, contented, looking down at her young shapely body, her soft B cup breasts neatly bundled in a tight pink cotton bra. It looked like it was pushing her breasts together and augmenting it, but it wasn't quite a push up bra.

It was simple, with no design and no bulky padding. It showed the right amount of young flesh and it made me sexy squirting blond rides on fucking devices. I climbed off her body and she took in a deep breath, relieved somewhat from my grotesque weight.

Her scared eyes followed me as I reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and pulled out a hunting knife. She panicked. I laughed. "Oh don't worry my dear Stacie. I'm not going to hurt you&hellip. How can I? I ADORE your tender tender body…" I climbed back on top of her.

She froze as I started cutting away her shirt and t-shirt, sawing off the sleeves, stabbing through the material, ripping them apart, pulling them out from under the cable ties that held her upper arms together.

Part by part I pulled the scraps and strips of destroyed clothes out from under her slender body and tossed it to either sides of the bed. I jammed the knife into the mattress just at the side of her face and it shocked her. She trembled and squirmed. It was so refreshing just seeing her upper body covered only in her little pink bra. I licked my lips then bent down to kiss her chest, I slobbered parts of her breasts that were exposed, ran my tongue through the center of her cleavage.

She cried and sobbed and mewed into her gag. With my right hand, I slid it up the side of her legs, slipping my excited hands under her skirt. I felt the sides of her shorts. "Ahhhh." I hissed into her face, "one more article of clothing to remove… very good, I love this…" My other hand ran up the left side of her legs.

Her shorts felt small. I buried my face into her chest, suckling on the bare flesh of her breasts as my hands roamed to her back until my fingers poked out of the back of her skirt, I gripped the edge of her skirts waist line then pulled it apart.

The buckle that held her skirt broke immediately and I heard the small sound of the zip coming down as I pulled the skirt open from the back. Her crying got louder. "Excuse me, " I said into her face, "As I pull off your skirty skirt skirt k?" I back crawled then with my handsI cleanly pulled her skirt off her hips and down her long slender smooth legs. My cock was so hard and excited I almost came again, seeing her in her small, light pink cotton shorts.

It moulded perfectly around her 24 inch waist and petite torso. Most of her upper and inner thighs were exposed. Such skimpy shorts&hellip. "You must really love pink don't you my dear Stacie?" I teased her, admiring her lightly tanned, unblemished legs that were lashed together with cable ties around and under her knees.

I pulled the blade from the mattress, got off the bed and slashed open her skirt clumped around her ankles. I left her sneakers on and looked at her young form stretched out in all her glory. Small pink shorts, tight, tiny bra, black tape wrapped around her head, arms raised and vanished behind the bed, stomach flat, skin perfect.

" You are such a fine fuck toy!" I said, admiring her then slowly climbing back onto the bed. "Tell me, " I said, a s I straddled her again, rubbing my bloated cock on her bare stomach once more.

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"Your skirt is so short, your shorts are so small. I bet…" I leaned into her face, "your panties must be tiny&hellip.hmmm?" I began rubbing my crotch into her shorts." you ARE wearing panties right? Hmmm?" She nodded. I clapped my hands once, loudly. "very gooood!" I clamped my thighs against the sides of her hips, gripping her shorts. "should I wriggle your shorts off or?" I cupped my hands just under the sides of her bra, "should we get your pretty little bra off first?" She mewed and mewed, more tears streaming down her bulging cheeks.

She was so attractive, so young, so vulnerable and so actress shruti hassan fucking scene. My hands roamed in unison up and down the sides of her body, following the inward curve. I lowered my face to the center of her chest then curled my tongue under the small center part of her bra then gentle bit down on the garment, my open hands slipped up and under her right bra cup then the left.

I tugged my head forward, allowing both her soft flesh to bounce free. She screamed uselessly again as my large hands buried her small breasts and began massaging them gently, feeling its softness, its tenderness, its youngness. She twisted and bucked. I groped her, I ran my thumbs around her nipples, p ink and virgin like.

I love how her nipples felt under my thumbs. Her sobs were coming fast, with every harder squeeze resulting in a short sharp scream that was lost and muffled. I turned and rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger. I rubbed my naked crotch against her shorts, desperate to wriggle them off with my lower body. Soon, soon she'll be completely naked. I grabbed her loose bra now sitting across her upper chest and pulled it in darkko teen barley legal teen gets anal fucking directions.

The back hooks snapped To her dismay, I tugged it off carelessly pushing the broken thing past her head. I was too lazy to get off her to grab the knife. Where it had gone, I didn't even care. I pulled at the thin bra straps until they burst and after two or three attempts bursting parts of her bra, I finally managed to wring the thing off her body and tossed it far away. She was completely topless now and completely at my mercy.

Jamming my hands around her arms just above her armpits, I held her down even more as I lowered my face and sunk my open mouth upon her left breast. I sucked on her flesh hard, my tongue wagging against her nipple. She struggled and squirmed and groaned into her gag. I licked, and sucked and slurped her youthful tit while my free hand explored and massaged her other tit. I found myself squeezing my eel between her bound legs, penetrating her between her upper thighs just under her small shorts.

It was tight that way and I started fucking her just under her crotch. It was strangely satisfying but I fought not to cum. I continued licking and sucking on her breasts, taking turns with each soft mound, sometimes squeezing both breasts together, sometimes playfully biting down her nipple, making her scream. She was sweating, I was sweating. She was struggling and I let her bound legs crush my cock and masturbate me.

Her legs felt smooth and my cock slid up and down the crevice between her legs, sometimes allowing my penis head to poke against her crotch just for fun. I desperately wanted to see what kind of panties my lovely teenage sex kitten was wearing. "Time for your shorts to go…" I whispered into her ear. A long tearful 'Nooooo' escaped her gag as I squeezed my thighs around her hips and shorts then dragged it down her body. I must've gotten it down around her thighs before I slid my torso up against her again, my raw, throbbing cock rubbing hard against the crotch of her panties.

My heart was racing. Her panties felt snug and small. " I can feel your paaantieeees…" I kissed her gagged face, nestled my head between her young breasts then crawled backwards. I snorted and slobbered her sweet skin all the way down the center of her body as I crept backwards. Kissing her belly button as I moved lower and lower.

My chin grazed the elastic waistband of her panties, then my lips, my nose until I finally came face to face with the tiny triangle of light pink barely covering her cleanly shaven virgin crotch. I hugged her legs hard to stop her from struggling, she was shrieking. I buried my face into her little panties, taking a deep, erotic whiff.

She bucked frantically, cried and cried and cried as I rubbed my defloration of greta polack hardcore close up into her glorious soft virginity hidden under so little cotton.

My nose was pushing apart her tight lips through her panties, I was breathing her in through nose and mouth. A sweet mixture of sweat, soap and first time anal short haired laundry detergent filled my senses. She hardly had any fat, maybe just a little baby fat around her untouched pussy. I took long hard snorts, loving every second of this fantasy, face pressed against a teenage girl's virgin cunt through her little pink panties while she cries into her tight merciless gag, bound and hopeless on my bed&hellip.

[b] The raping of Stacie[/b] The witch had taught me the dark arts, to tune into my victims' consciousness and feelings, to prey upon that, to amplify, to intensify and manipulate. I crawled back onto her body, my face in hers. I tuned into Stacie's psyche and what screamed back was a tightly wound ball of fear, a sustained fright coiled in her gut, tensed up and sickened. "I love young Chinese girls." I said slowly.

"With such lovely long black hair…" I stroked her head, loving how the length wasn't too long, just touching her shoulders.

And it was straight and clean and reminded me of tenderness, unspoiled by age. She was only 18. I climbed off her, to get rid of her shorts completely.

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In a daze, I fumbled for the blade from the floor then started slicing off her shorts. I kept my eyes locked on her crotch, the shaving done, most probably by the crone, was clean and smooth. Impatiently, I destroyed the shorts and pulled it off from her ankles in pieces, discarding the thing. I reached under the bed for the pack of cable ties.

It was time to spread her out nice and wide. I grabbed one of her ankles tight, then sliced off the rope that pulled her legs taut towards the bed, her ankles still cinched together. I dragged her legs to the left of the bed first, she tried to pull it away from me but I tugged hard at it, straightening her body once more although at an angle.

I sat on the ground, pulling both her feet down with me, bending both her knees so her legs angled downward. "We are going to spread open your youthful legs to all kinds of indecency." I said loudly.

I could hear her trying to make a sound that was half cry and half squeal. With my free hand I pulled out a long cable tie and looped it around her left ankle and through the intersection of iron mature with a huge appetite for cocks that crossed just below the edge of the bed. The hand that held her ankle pinched one end of the new cable and with the other hand, I carefully threaded it through the loop.

Once through, I tugged at it hard and fast, locking her foot to the corner of the bed. Two more cable ties made sure she was never going to get loose. I grabbed her right ankle next, using the blade to dig into and cut loose the cinch. Hanging on to her foot, grabbing the pack of cable ties, I stood up. Her right leg came up with me but her left remained locked down. I pulled her legs apart form each other, spreading her wide open. She screamed, tried to pull her leg away from my grip but I held on, moved to the right of the bed and sat down again on the floor.

The bottom of her knees bend over the sides of the bed as I positioned her right foot against the rods. I then zip tied her down, hard, fast and sharp. I sat back for a second, relieved that the hard work was over. Her young legs were wide open now, bent and secured to each end of the rape bed. I stroked her calf that was tense. She didn't even try tugging at her bonds, knowing it was no use. Getting up to my knees, I looked at her face but her head was twisted back, away from me.

She was sobbing. Her thighs were amazing. Slender and fair, smooth and soft. My eyes followed the length of it until finally resting on her crotch teen olivia lua gets her tight little pussy drilled that little piece of light pink g-string she had on. "Don't you wish?" I said, getting up, "That someone would find you and save you right now?" I sat down on the bed, just next to her waist and placed my hand on her flat stomach.

She sucked in air in a panic, then breathed out with short sobs. He eyes were still screwed shut, terrified. I stroked her smooth abdomen, slowly in circles. "Someone to come bursting through that door? To stop me from touching you?" I lowered my body, to wet her ribs agata and hadjara lesbian pissing and fisting my hot tongue.

I licked up wards, towards the center of her body, rib by rib, then my tongue found the underside of her right breast, covering the curve, her nipple, then inwards her chest, under her chin, her neck. I straddled her, fully erect. Mimicking a small girl voice, I teased her, "Mr. policeman…Mr. policeman…where are you?" I giggled into her ears, smelling her, kissing her gagged face, my groin rubbing up and down her inner thigh.

"This fat man is going to rape me mr policeman…please find me…I'm only a virgin…" To rush the blood to my groin, in preparation for penetration, I descended her fine body like a slow animal, inhaling her scents, the layer of sweat on her skin, her chest, stomach, the area above her panties, then finally her glorious virginity. I licked her bikini line slowly and lavishly, I rubbed my face into her tight thighs, the smooth fair skin.

She twisted, mewed, cried as my hands slid beneath the thin elastic band of her panties, rubbing her meticulously. I bit and pulled at the fabric of her panties, right next to her pussy then let the panties snap back playfully.

With my thumbs, I played with the elastic, rolling it against her skin, my tongue exploring beneath the panties, sliding up and down at the edge of her tight lips. She was sucking in her stomach, as if it was the only way to somewhat pull away from my wandering tongue and hands.

There was no way for her to stop what was happening. I grew hungrier, pulling away the crotch of her panties to expose more flesh. My wet, slimy tongue found itself inside her, licking the outer layer of her cunt before digging deeper. I pushed her legs further apart, with my thumbs, I pried open her teenage hole like fresh fruit and started sucking on the inner walls of her pink meat. She screamed, lurched, the sound she made making me hornier and hornier as I started lapping up, taking deep licks inside her.

Lowering my face to lick her beneath her thighs and crotch, I bit the string riding up the crack of her ass, pulled on it and snapped it back three, four times. Loving the sound of it, making her feel it. My hands stroked her inner thighs, my fingers pulling at her panties, away as much as possible from her crotch. I pulled her panties over my head and buried my face deep, sucking hard, drinking her up, tongue lashing and flicking like a snake.

I was about to come. It was getting too much. I grabbed the edge of the right corner of the crotch of her panties with one hand and with the other I grabbed the string that held it together. And pulled, Hard. Her panties snapped. Gently, ever so gently, excitedly, I peeled the torn panties from her body, snapping the other end, discarding the tiny thing altogether.

I rubbed her fine thighs pushed her legs apart and stared down at her completely naked body. I crawled back on top of her, my cock bouncing blindly, desperate for entry. I held on to my member with my right hand, guided it to the tip of her virginity. "Last chance…" I said into her face, "for anyone to save you&hellip.shall I count to five? If no one bursts through that door to stop me, I'm going to start fucking you&hellip." I played with her mind this way, letting the final seconds of hope to tick away slowly.

I was kneeling astride her, giving me secured balance, "One…" I smiled at her, tears streaming madly form her eyes, body shuddering, she was shaking her head violently. "two&hellip." I directed the tip of my black cock to rub up and down her barely opened hole. "three…" I pushed the tip slightly between her lips, making her feel it, licking her tears, her cheeks. I could hear her pleading, saying no, no, please, no.

"Four&hellip." I pushed my cock in a bit more, still sliding my cock up and down that hole, the tip feeling warm and throbbing… Her pleading got louder, half screaming, shaking her head, jerking her body, eyes wild. " and…" I sucked on her neck, so I can hear her scream when I pushed my self in. "Five." She arched her back, released a long, deep throated scream into her tight gag as my hard eel like cock forced its way all the way into her young body.

I had to push hard against the tightness, but not violently. I wanted her to feel herself tearing apart. I moved my lower body forward a step, still kneeling, then drove my hungry cock in deeper. I twisted my hips slightly, moved from side to side to open her up more.

God, she was so tight. So warm, so fitting. She cried loudly, her whole body was screaming at me to stop as I paused, my thick 7-inch cock mostly inside her, my hairy balls hanging just outside her fresh cunt.

"Does it hurt?" I teased her. She was shivering, almost not breathing, making unintelligible noises. I pulled out halfway through then pushed it in harder. I felt the tightness give way just a little as she screamed more and more, choking on her crying, coughing into her gag, terrified, hysterical. I could feel my cock getting wet. Probably with her blood.

"Does it hurt!?" I shouted. She nodded absentmindedly between high pitched squeals and shuddering. "Gooooood." I dragged my cock almost out of her then pushed it in again, slowly at first, one thrust at a time, sliding in and out for effect. She sounded like she was choking. Then with a burst of energy, I started to really rape her. Five, six deep, rigorous thrust, her tightness strangling my cock, roughing up my skin, burning it. She was mostly dry but the blood lubricated her just a bit.

I stopped thrusting, snuggled my cock deep inside her, letting my full body weight crush her down. "Shall we get slippery? Hmm?" I pulled my cock out, unsatisfied with the roughness. She heaved, noisily as my cock popped free. I climbed off her, reached to the side table, pulled the drawer open and picked out the tube of lubricant. I sat on her stomach, my bloodied cock bouncing and staining her fair skin. She was bleeding a lot. I opened the cap and squeezed out a large glob of clear lubricant onto my long cock and lathered it generously.

I repositioned, squatting over her chest so she could see what was going on. With my right palm I coated my cock with the gel, making squishing noises, the blood making the gel a bit more slippery. I squeezed more from the tube into the palm then I slapped it onto her burnt and torn vagina. She let out a muffled scream as my finger dug into her bloodied hole, forcing in the thick gel.

I rubbed it against her inner walls, stuffing her cunt with gel, pushing it in deeper with my finger first then two fingers, finger fucking her, making her slippery inside.

I reached for the drawer again and pulled out a small spray bottle. I pumped water, spraying over my excited cock, then I sprayed her cunt generously. I rubbed my cock and almost came, the water made my cock oily and very very silky wet, Perfect. IN front of her face, I rubbed the remnants of the lube under my balls and between my ass like I was cleaning it. It excited me. I tossed the things aside, and repositioned myself again. "You ready Stacie? You ready for some serious fucking?" I led my wet cock to her hole again, "this is your first time, you better remember it!" A new wave of electricity washed through my body as my sloppy, messy wet cock squished itself into her.

I dug my arms beneath her, pulling her body to me, hugging her tight as I forced my cock deep into her and let it rest inside her. "I'm going to cum inside you…" I whispered the began pushing and pulling my lubricated monster in and out of her. It was wet and slippery now, still tight but so much easier. It was bliss as my heart realised again how lucky I was to be fucking an attractive, slender, virgin teenage girl.

I started grunting, exerting, fucking, humping her. The sound of wet skin on skin, the sound of the bed creaking as I rocked in and out of seductive alicia amira hot fuck with a stranger harder and harder. I thrust my pelvis to and fro, "mmm, yess&hellip.yess…" I fucked her hard, biting down on her breasts, licking her neck as I entered a hypnotic state of rape.

Each thrust raised my lust, raised my heat. I rained down sweat on her, she continued crying. I pushed in and out rhythmically, then with bursts of power, I became rigorous, violent, growling into her face as I sped up, going faster, harder, deeper.

Her whole body jerked up and down the bed in tune with mine, my fat stomach rubbing up against her body, her legs straining to shut but unable to do so. She strained her arms, cable ties cutting into her skin. She pushed her tongue against the mouth packing, trapped under rounds of tape.

She bit down on whatever was stuffed into her inked patient fingers and eats nurse pussy and fought against the pain. I saw all this, felt all this inside her as my mind violated her mind, entered her heart, felt what she felt. "mommy's at home with daddy…" I said, fucking her, "wondering if you're ok…and here you are…being raped&hellip.the cops are searching for you…asking people if they'd seen you&hellip.maybe your face is in the news&hellip.and people sit and wonder if you're ok&hellip.and here you are, naked, spread on a bed, gagged, fucked, raped." I nibbled her ear, changing the pacing of the fucking, slowing down, then suddenlyviolently banging her and banging her.

"no one knows you're here…no one is stopping me…no one I coming to save you…" I suddenly stopped in forward thrust, deep and tight inside her. I panted into her face, catching my breath. Her face screwed up with pain and disgust. "should I stop fucking you Stacie? Hmm?

Want me to stop? It hurts?" She mewed a soft yes, nodding. I laughed. Laughed loud and hard. Then I brutally started the raping again.

"NO. FUCKING. WAY! NO. FUCKING! Getting analized in her big oily ass big dick and big butt with every word I pushed in hard, balls slapping against her groin. "NICE AND TIGHT! NICE AND TIGHT!" I fucked and fucked and fucked against her straining and weeping. I slobbered her bare body, bit down hard on her flesh listening to her garbled screaming. I loved it! I was sweating like a pig, every forward pump rained down sweat on her lavish body.

I spat into her face, rubbed my saliva into her eyes and nose. In a fever of passion, I pulled out of her, quickly slapped y torso onto her body and positioned my nearly exploding cock on her chest between her soft breasts.

I squeezed her tits together so it gripped my cock and I fucked her between her breasts. She titled her head as far away as she could from my cock and I purposely pushed myself forward so that my balls rubbed against her breasts and the tip of my penis poked against her chin. The lubricant on my ass made it easy to slide up and down her body.

I slapped my cock on her face, then rubbed its underside up and down the gag and her nose. "You like this hmm? You like it?" I got off her chest, mind spinning with sex, and clumsily found myself driving my cock deep inside her for the third time. I hugged her again and fucked her some more ,"daddy's little fuck, daddy's little fuck!" I kept repeating, pulling her body to me and I pushed my body into her, finding that synchronised rhythm.

.I was nearly there, I slowed down, sped up, rode it out, biting her ears, her cheeks, listening to her weeping and mewing and moaning and huffing as I crushed her, pushing and pushing and pushing. I pulled out my harms from under her, and clamped down my right hand on her mouth, forcing her into the bed, pushing my body up and letting my pelvis continue to pulverise her.

I was reaching climax, I grunted, growled, told her repeatedly I was going to cum all over inside her. "Here I come!" I yelled, fucking her harder for that final round, "here I come, HERE I COME!" With a great shudder and explosion, I emptied myself into her, I rammed her hard, every ram bursting forth my thick slimy sperm deep into her.

I'm sure she could feel it and a long deep cry of despair escaped her. I gushed and gushed and gushed, pushing out all that I could. "oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck!" I kept ejaculating copiously into her, when I pulled out my cock and rammed it in again, I felt the slime spill out from her bloodied cunt.

My sperm, the lubricant, her blood made it all the more squishy and sloppy. I kept on rocking in and out, my groin hot, electrified. I breathed in and out heavily, feeling my energy spent, entering her, controlling her, eating her entire soul. She was mine, truly truly mine now. I heaved a final sigh or relief, of a total satisfaction and finally pulled myself out of her completely. I rolled to the side of her, panting against her body. She was noisy, crying as usual, innocent sounds, devastated sounds, defeated sounds.

I kissed her breast, her face. "I love you, I love you…" I hugged her like a bolster, my wet cock on her hips sliding upon her stomach as my legs cradled her, I smelled her sweating body, her sexed up and abused body.

The heat rose from her body and I breathed it in, recharging myself. My mind searched. Had I prepared the straps at sides of the bed mid way through? I rolled off. And checked. Yes, they were there, attached to the bed pole under the mattress, halfway down the length of the bed. My legs were weak when I stood up but I was recharging. I found the blade. I grabbed her right leg, bound the bed and cut off the cable tie.

Without a word of explanation, I pulled her leg up into the air and forcefully pushed it down. She screamed unbearable as her thigh muscled pulled hard.

I bent he leg as far as it could towards her body then reached for the strap. I circled it across her knees and dragged the strap downwards to secure it to the other end.

I threaded it in and pulled tight. Her leg was now bent nearly inline with her waist, exposing her right butt cheeks. I went over to the other side, she already knew what was going to happen next. Round two. I detached her ankle from the bed, pulled up her leg and forced it down like the other leg.

I secured it with the strap. Now spread wide again, legs open, bent. Her perfect little ass was exposed in full glory.

Her lower body was pulled off the bed, spine curving up, ass at an angle. I walked to the side of the bed, to find the lubricant. As I picked it up, she was still screaming from pain, sounds muffled in the gag. "You ready for some anal sex love?

Oh this is going to hurt much more than what just happened. This is going to be so fun!" I moved back to the foot of the bed and crawled on. I nearly emptied the tube of lubricant onto my hand. The sight of her battered crotch nearly drove me mad with lust. I bent down to lick at the slime and blood dripping down the sides of her crotch. I licked her ass crack slowly. It was clean and perfect. Then I slapped the lubricant on and massaged it into her asshole.

I rubbed her ass cheeks, dug my fingers into her tight hole, lubricating the insides of her anus. I could see her straining hard, panicking, gurgling into her gag, pleading, sobbing, squealing as I made sure her ass was well lubricated. I rubbed the slime and lube on my cock, still hardened and wanting more more more. I slapped her ass cheeks hard and crawled between her legs to face her again.

"Aww, why are you crying Stacie? Not having fun?" She could feel my cock feeling out her legs, the sides of her crotch, poking around her bloodied cunt. "You think your friends are having more fun now? Good clean fun having tea and shopping without you? While you are here?

Naked, about to anally raped? Maybe they are watching a romantic comedy now…and you are all helpless and in pain and no one has found you. They will be laughing as you are crying.

Alone. With just me, your naked rapist, about to come into you once again and again and again." I grabbed my monstrous cock, poking it around her ass, playfully letting the tip enter a little then pulling it out for fun. "I'm going to do lots of things to you my dear…and you cannot stop me yes?

We'll be having lots and lots of sex&hellip. I positioned my cock head, in a kneeling position, pushed her legs down and apart with my hands then rammed in. The melody of her screaming in tune with my fucking was music to my ears. Her ass, even tighter than her virgin cunt, was unbelievable. I prodded her, ass raped her, pushing in pulling out, going progressively faster. I fumbled, as I fucked her, for the bottle of water, I sprayed as I pulled out my cock then pushed in some more, deeper.

I sprayed every time I pulled backward, pushing in the water and oil and lube, wetting her tight hole, wetting my cock, getting more and more slippery. Yes. This was good. This was right. Like a dog I straddled her, positioned for best leverage and continued to rape her, balls slamming hard against the base of her spine as I went on and on.

Since I had ejaculated so much, it took longer for me to raise the sperm again so the fucking went on longer than usual, sloshing in and out, in and out as licked her body and whispered menacing things to her. I reminded her of her new future as a sex slave, as a piece of cunt meat and ass meat and breast meat, a teenage fuck toy to be flooded with sperm from me and my two sexually deviant brothers.

"Yes my dear, you heard it right. I have three more brothers, two of which would so want to rape you in multiple ways. Maybe three of us will rape you together hmm?" I said all this ramming her ass, fucking her hard, "One fucks your mouth, one fucks your ass, one fucks your cunt, as the fourth brother, the torturer, pierces your breast and nipples with needles and hooks. Or maybe staple your eyelids open so you can see our ugly faces as we rape you all day and all night and all week long.

How about that?" In and out, in and out, deep and tight, muffled screaming, muffled crying, tearing her ass hole open, more blood trickling down onto the soiled bed. "The ugly witch will sit on your face, make her cum with your nose. You'll smell her sour cunt to sleep, you'll suck on my cock to sleep." I was going to come again, as I threatened her with promises, with torture, the blood rushed to my groin, the acidic sperm rising, " I'll throat fuck you to bed understand?

You eat my sperm, my brother's sperm, the witches' piss&hellip." The load was coming, rising higher and higher, " We'll shit on you in the toilet, you'll be tied up tight and gagged and cramped into the used toilet, We'll piss in your hair, mop you face into our unwashed asses. You like that hmm?" I was nearly coming, fucking her as harder and harder. "Oh yes, YES, so much to do with you, so MUCH!" On the edge on the edge, "So much more FUCKING to do!

So Much to do to you! SO MUCH SO MUCH!" I exploded a second orgasm deep into her, gushing into her ass.

A heavenly breath escaped me, I was seeing stars and bliss. I came and came, really draining me out. I pushed and pushed till there was nothing left to ejaculate. I pulled outsat on the bed in front of her spread legs, spent completely. I lay down, stretched my back and stared at the ceiling.

I could hear her crying softly next to me, tired, fatigued, deeply shaken. I turned to look at her, she looked away. "I'll be back soon my Stacie sweetie…you wait patiently for me… So much to do…" I whispered to her…"so much more to do&hellip." The Ordeal of Samantha Roberts (the first point of pain) Elder left his young fuck toy, spread, sweating and crying into her gag.

His body, still vibrating from the beautiful violation. He stood naked in the hallway outside his fuck room. He wanted to continue raping young stacie in her other virgin holes but he needed to watch his brother's again. A compulsion to watch other victims in pain and fear.

The stench of burning aphrodisiacs was in the air and there was an unusual heat. He followed the warmth to the torture room. Immediately, his cock hardened again. Something cruel was happening inside, he knew it. Disturbing and erotic ideas ran through his head, burning girls at the stake, branding, hot coal.

Any of it was possible considering this heat. He could no longer delay his curiosity. He still heard no screaming and wondered how she was gagged. Carefully he touched the handle, and slowly turned it. He opened the door.

The hum of the heater hit him. The heat was much higher now, he could feel the humidity stick to his skin. The steaming box was in operation and he knew the American teen with the big breasts was bound and trapped inside. "Brother…"The albino monster greeted, "how nice of you to join us." "She's inside obviously." The albino's face turned into rage again but not at his brother. "Yes&hellip. She tried kicking me…in the groin…" That wasn't good.

Not good at all. She was already warned of his disdain and the object of his torture. And she kicked him right there. NO. Not good at all. "I'm letting her sweat it out. Uncomfortably. Severely." The elder approached the black box that stood on steel legs, a meter by a meter by a meter.

She must be very cramped in there. He playfully knocked on the side of the door and listened in. Nothing. She must be well gagged. Maybe even wrapped up to contain the heat. There was only one opening, at the top and elder could see it has been padlocked shut, at three points. There wasn't any sound of kicking or struggling. The heater was positioned beneath the box and blowing hot air through holes bored underneath. He knew the design of it, he helped his brother build it.

He sat in a chair opposite the albino, who was smoking his aphrodisiac herbs. "How long has she been in there?" "Nearly an hour." 'I can smell her." He grinned with menace. "Tell me, how did you set her up?" The brother handed him the smoking pipe. "As per standard protocol, my yellowed, unwashed underwear, soggy from my sweat, is in her mouth, stuffed with the small raw red chilies.

The chili padi. Nasty, stinging little devils. I think her tongue and lips should be swollen by now. Everything is sealed in with a thick black leather padding gag attached to a head harness.

I've pulled that tight around her face and head, forcing her mouth down around the underwear with the straps cramping her head from the front and back. She can't expel anything, can't move her jaws, side ways or otherwise. It's tight, very tight. I've rubbed the chilies into her eyes, seed and all and taped each eyelid down.

She really hated that, it hurt her bad. She was obviously screaming and crying a lot. I told her this was just the beginning of her pain. She still has her t-shirt and shorts on. They come off later, when I need to abuse her flesh.

I pulled a double winter sweater on her, tied it down with thin rope. Her arms are still bound behind her so I just used the arms of the sweater and tied it around her body.

After I've oiled her down with heat rub of course and more chili. I've wrapped her legs in a thick, itchy blanket. Tied that down with ropes. Then I forced her body to bend forward and secured her upper body to below her bound legs with belts, pulling hard and tight so her stomach and chest is crushed in and against her legs, it's difficult for her to breathe I reckon.

I bound her ankles with a length of thick rope, dead knotting it twice and pulled her feet towards her buttocks. I wrapped the rope between her body and legs twice then over her back to keep her bound and curled in a ball. I secured a belt round the back of her neck, pulled her head down and forced it into her lap then belted her down, under her legs so she could not lift her head.

A bundle of joy I must say." The elder, by now, was hard as a rock and taking in many deep puffs, exciting him more. He turned to look at the box again, no wonder there was no struggling. "Was it hard to stuff her in?" The albino shook her head. I was angry and all that energy did the work. Oh, and you see that black wire sticking out the top?

Its headphones, wrap taped around her head. It's connected to the audio player running at full volume on repeat mode." The elder loved that auditory torture.

"Death metal? Noise?" "Oh no, much worse. All the voice messages she's been getting on her phone. From mom and dad, friends, teachers, police. All looking for her, sending her plenty of messages. So many heartwarming ones, so many worried ones, so many telling her to come home, that's she'll be ok. That the police are looking for her…" Elder laughed. "So cruel you are&hellip.she must be so heartbroken, listening to her loved ones that way and not able to respond.

So close, so close." "That's the way. I make things worse too." "How?" "Our satellite phone. The untraceable one.

Hooked up to the audio machine. She can hear the calls." "Don't tell me you call her parents." He grinned. "You know the crone hates that trick. Too risky." "And no one trusts my technologies. It's completely untraceable. Scrambled, bounces off twenty countries, through the internet. Masked, hidden, invisible." "And you let her hear them answering the phone…" "Of course.

Without the voice mic plugged in. She can scream all the wants, no one hears her at the other end." "Boyfriend?" "I don't think she has one, but I called all her friends too, just to let her hear them for the last time. I let her parents talk a while, they keep saying hello? Hello? Samantha is that you baby? Please talk to us, please tell us where you are, please come home, and all that shit. It drives her mad. When I finally end the call, you should hear the way she cries after that.

So deep and painful and full of despair. It's delicious." "So brilliant and cruel my brother, it's so mean." "Oh I'm just getting started…you're just in time for part two…" They both got up. The albino put on his grotesque torture mask, a clown mask of all things.

He handed an executioners mask for elder to wear. All this is to scare the poor girl. The torturer grabbed the keys, went over the box and unlocked them one by one. When the heavy duty locks were removed, the lid popped open. The heat that escaped was immense. Elder wondered how the girl endured such a thing. She must be dehydrated, thirsty, and delirious perhaps.

"Turn off the machine." Elder shut down the heater while the albino gripped the ropes around her body and dragged her out of the hell hole. Elder helped by supporting her lower body, they both hoisted her out then the albino dropped her to the floor without care. A barely audible scream escaped her. She rolled to the side, truly, a mummified ball in an ugly brown blanket, wholly wrapped save her head and feet, which stuck out.

The headphones taped to her head looked ridiculous. The black leather mouthpiece looked like it was glued across her mouth, eating into her skin, pushing out her cheeks. The straps dug into her face as well, definitely leaving a deep line on her skin, if ever the harness was removed. I admired blowjob threesome with redhead and blonde slut teen harness, straps went under her chin, up to the sides where it was attached to another strap that connected the mouth piece on one end and circled to the back of her head where it was strapped through a belt like buckle.

Straps from the top of the mouth piece ran angled to the bridge of her nose where it joined a single strap that went over the center of the head and back again, to be buckled at the same spot. Her hair was wet with sweat, sticking to her face but surprisingly; her braids were still neatly in place.

Her face was extremely red. The brother proceeded to unleash her, untie her from her bondage position. She was moaning, perhaps somewhat relieved she wasn't being slowly cooked sexy hot teens like to party hardcore movie. Elder watched on, wondering what the next step was. He was aware of the bondage torture table just behind the box. He also noticed the steel pole attached with straps and prepared ropes. She was straightened out on the floor and rolled out of the blanket that held her legs together.

Her shorts were soggy, sweat running down her tanned legs. The smell of her sweating body and teenage fluids excited both of them although in different ways. The elder wanted to rape her, the albino just wanted to inflict greater pain.

He removed her headphones. "and how was that you little bitch? Got your blood nice and hot now for some serious pain yes?" She struggled weakly, moaning and weeping. He dropped down on her, left knee grounding into her stomach, she jerked up wards, he grabbed her face and banged it into the floor. The thud was loud and disorienting, he held on to her gagged face., pressed his leg harder into her stomach.

He spat into her face then backhanded herthe second slap coming hard and fast. He pinched her nose shut, leaned his weight in. "You ready to bleed, cunt?" With his other hand he pinched her right breast hard and twisted. "So much flesh to tear into, to BURN." He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her up, a distorted shriek electrifying the scene.

He pulled her to the pole, kicked her bound legs and he fell hard on her knees. "Hold her there," he instructed the elder who took over. The brother went to take his cutter and returned, kneeing on the floor behind her. He grabbed one leg, then snapped open the cable ties that bound her ankles. With both hands, he repositioned her feet so that it was on each side of the pole then pulled her legs towards him.

The elder pushed her backwards until her bound arms wrapped in the sweater were pressed against the pole. The albino crossed the girls ankles then unhooked the ropes that hung from the pole. He began to stringently accessory store real teen upskirts tube porn her feet together, looping the rope through eye holes drilled into the concrete, specially measured and designed so the victims legs would be secured to the floor and she would not get away.

The elder didn't want to help secure the straps from the pole to her upper body as he reckoned, the sweater and her t-shirt had to be removed first. This was no mere, kneeling torture. Other parts of her body would be abused. The kneeling just made it worse. The albino, forced her legs further together and tied them down at the knees and her hips. He circled the ropes around the pole and stringently tugged it tight so her lower body was held against the pole.

He got up to take another device especially for this position. The elder backed away. The albino had explaining to do. The girl was scared, shivering, sweatingweeping softly, very afraid. She became visibly frantic when she was shown the board. It was large enough for her to kneel on. The nightmare was the rusty nail tips that were sticking out of the board.

They were hammered in from the other side, with just their tips sticking out. Sharp, bent, used. She could see wood, blood stained, not with droplets but in pools soaked in, from previous tortures. She started shaking her head violently, crying loudly, pleading uselessly, making unintelligible noises. "I hope you've taken your tetanus jab Samantha baby…and oh! Speaking of jabs." He put the board down. Elder was first confused, then he realized.

Jabs. She hadn't been chemically prepared yet. Oh yes. This would be exciting. "I hope you're not scared of needles." The albino shouted from somewhere in the room, opening fridges, extracting used needles from dustbins. Samantha continued shaking and crying from fear.

He returned, keeping his eye on the vial he had stuck a syringe into, pulling out the right dose. He paused in front of the frantic girl, ripped off the tape form her eyes and showed her exactly what it was he intended to do. "This my dear, " he said, pulling out the needle and squirting a little of the drug into the air in front of her face. "Is a highly concentrated psycho stimulant. It speeds up the connection between body busty milf nina dolci fucks zoey taylor in the gym brain, so you can feel the pain up front and amplified.

It induces anxiety, panic attacks, paranoia, thought disorder, muscle cramping and dehydration. It will keep you wide awake for a very long time and keep you very alert, so you can know every single thing I'll be doing to you. You understand sweetie?" He stepped in closer, her eyes were swollen from the chili, from the crying, they were bloodshot, wild.

"if you're feeling terrified and you're hurting, this will make you feel it five times worse." She panicked as he grabbed her face and pushed her head against the pole. He turned her face so her neck faced him and he tapped her neck to find a vein. When he did find it, he slowly pierced her skin, digging into the vein and administered the drug. It should hit her fast, considering the rush into blood, straight into her heart and brain.

Usually, the drug is euphoria inducing, in the right environment, with the right people and mood. But this state of fear, it will only be giving her panic and terrors. Just what the albino wanted. "There," he said, pulling out the needle. "We are good to go." He slapped her hard again. His blood pumping. He picked up the board from the floor. Scooped his right arm under her ass and lifted her struggling screaming form just enough to slip the nail ridden board beneath her knees.

Then he purposefully dropped her down it. She lurched backwards, then to her side, trying hard to pull herself off the thing but it was no use. Her legs were bound to the pole and she could not dislodge herself from the board.

But leaning to the side helped, because her upper body was not tied down to the pole yet. The albino knew this, he grabbed her shoulders and forced her to center again and pushed her body down into the board of nails.

The pain shot through her body, blood was slowly pooling around her knees. Her body was tensed, her head jerked back and forth, short bursts of gagged screaming, her body shuddered with the pain. The albino stepped on the back of legs and pushed her down harder into the board. "Do you like it bitch?!" He stomped down hard and leaned all his weight upon her joints, he held onto the pole and bobbed up and down with pleasure, listening to her scream and cry.

He pushed his heel in, twisting his feet to hurt her in whatever way he could. He finally got off, panting, spitting in her face. He grabbed the straps that hung from the pole just behind her head and strapped her in at the neck. Pain has now been established at her knees, the very first incursion into young flesh, now broken and bleeding. She looked like she was about to throw up. The drug surging through her, elevating her stress, her terror, her pain.

It was time to move onto other parts of her body. Samantha was quivering, kneeling on the board of nails, weeping in a kneeling position. The albino was rummaging around, looking for his tools. Elder could see she was trying to control her pain, her body looked tensed, her eyes shut, sweat pouring down her face.

She was biting down hard on the underwear stuffed in her mouth. "So here we are!" The albino yelled, returning with rusty garden shears. "Open your eyes baby see what I've got!" she barely opened them, fearful, panicking.

"We got to get rid of your clothes right? One at a time…" she mewed into her gag as he stepped closer. "We need access to your lovely young flesh yes?" She started pleading through her gag, shaking her head.

This excited him more. "But of course, we should really tie your arms down to the pole…" He moved to the back of her, she turned her head to follow him. She felt him fidgeting with the leather straps along the solid pole she leaned against.

She felt him thread the straps beneath and around her bound arms then pulled it tight like a belt, hooking metal teeth into the holes. He did this thrice, once around her upper arms, another at her elbows and a third strap securing her wrists to the pole. Elder admired the device, it was well designed, the straps ran through the pole and hung out from each side.

Made from thick leather, it was hard to break. There were many holes in the straps with heavy buckles so he could pull it as tight as possible, designed to fit different arm girths, crushing arms together to the pole. The pole was steady, driven and anchored deep in concrete so it was stable. No amount of struggling would budge it. The albino tightened her neck strap, forcing the back of her head to press against the top end of the pole.

When he was done trying her down this way, he dragged a stool in front of her, adjusted the height and sat down, facing her. "you all ready to go topless baby?" He laughed, handling the shears. "Say goodbye to your last piece of protection!" He slipped the blades beneath the sweater and virgin pussy hd card dealer cashes in that pussy to cut, slowly, upwards, from the side.

He cut through ropes that bound the sweater to her body, ropes that didn't need to hold her down anymore. She wept as he did this, she could feel the tension of her arms bound behind her to the pole and the loss of other ropes didn't free her one bit. He cut carefully, so he wouldn't damage her tank top. He wanted to strip her one garment at a time, to heighten her fear. "Bit by bit by bit." He cooed as he snipped off the ruined sweater up along side her chest, past her neck a through the shoulder area.

The sweater split open at the side to expose her tight tank top and the profile of her large breasts. The thin pink fabric was stuck to her skin, wet from all the sweat. Elder could smell her from where he stood watching. It made him hard. The albino also appeared more excited, not with fuck lust but with pain lust as he exposed more of her sensitive flesh.

He stepped over to the other side and started snipping off the rest of the sweater, slowly cutting upwards, ropes falling away. He was silent, suddenly, breathing heavy. He seemed calm, collected, focused.

This scared her. She didn't know exactly what was going to happen next. She dared not even make a sound as the shears finished off her sweater and it fell to the ground in ruins.

She started heaving heavily, chest rising and falling, her lovely breasts stretching against the wet cloth hugging her body. Her arms were bound behind her tightly with black cable ties.

Both mad men could clearly see the shape and colour of her white bra through her top which was soggy. Without warning, the albino dropped the shears nosily then with his right hand, he pinched her right breast through her clothes, exactly at her nipples and twisted hard. She bucked against the pole and the sudden struggle shot renewed bursts of pain through her nailed knees. She screamed, long and hard before he let go of the twist.

"You were getting too quiet my sweet!" The albino laughed and moved away to get his steel trolley. He ceremoniously brought it to the front of her, pushing slowly and excitedly, the contents of the metallic tray was covered by a black cloth. Her eyes widened, mind not daring to wonder what was beneath the cover. "So," he began, "let me introduce to you my toys…" He played with the ends of the black cloth, teasing but never really revealing the terrible array of pain instruments.

She screwed her eyes, terrified. "Open your eyes bitch!" He yelled impatient, "unless you want me to glue them open!" she slowly opened her eyes and dread filled her like water in a tank. "I need you to use your imagination Samantha…imagine how I would use these tools on you…I've got your entire body to explore with these things…ha ha haaar…" His laugh was deep and menacing.

"Lets start from your left," he said slowly for effect, "and we move down the buffet of your inevitable torture…" Very slowly, he flipped open the cloth revealing the first portion of the tray. "Section one&hellip." He began, Samantha was already starting to weep noisily into her gag, "These are scalpels of various sizes. All stainless steel, they all get hot really fast under fire&hellip.all very sharp obviously, some serrated, some thin and clean. Some curved, some clawed and forked.

Here you see some with needle like points, all different sizes, for piercing of course. Here is a rounded blade, the rolling kind. And here, " he picked up one thicker than the rest. He pressed a small button at the bottom and the small rectangular blade started jerking up and down in a sawing motion, like a fucking machine, "Is one of my favorites…" Her mind reeled into the horrors of what would be done to her.

Senseless noise escaped her. "Second section." He exposed a smaller compartment and picked up a silver nail clipper.

"This one, I like too. Nice and slow, with small small cuts…" He grinned. She could see that beneath each section, its corresponding number was printed in white bold fonts. He unfurled the third section with relish, showing a collection of needles and thin black thread.

She wept louder, "some parts of you need to be sewn up, some parts sewn open, can you guess which?" She was starting to feel nauseated with dread. The fourth section scared her even more.

Fishing hooks of various sizes gleamed against the black wood of the compartment, most of them were already stained with blood, some were stand alone hooks, others were small and attached to coiled lengths of fishing strings, at least 5 to 10 hooks on one string.

There were small steel chains and balls of iron with different weights in an adjoining compartment. Small little silver clips with sharp teeth hung from the chains. There was also a roll of fishing string. "Imagine Samantha…" he reminded her with menace, "imagine what I can do with these little babies&hellip." She let out a long despairing noise.

In the fifth section, he slowly revealed to her a staple gun and a stationary stapler. 'Useful to attach things to your body I reckon…" There were boxes shae summers lick it party7 different staple sizes. There were matches and lighters in section six.

"Fire fire burning bright! Cooking flesh is my delight! Scorching skin will be your plight!" he rhymed like a maniac against the sound of her garbled weeping. A small Bunsen burner attached via tube to a gas canister sitting on the second level of the trolley. Section seven showed hot glue guns and glue tubes.

Section eight had an unplugged soldering iron… Section nine had nails of various lengths and thickness, all rusty, and a small hammer. Scattered and mixed with the nails were thumbtacks and various safety pins. Elder wondered why he hadn't group them with the needles.

Pliers and cutters sat in section ten, alongside tweezers and small tongs. She nearly passed out just looking at the objects on display. Samantha was making deep throated noises with every breath now, terrified. She started to pull and tug at her bonds, mildly at first, then quickly, almost ignoring her pain at her knees, desperate to break free from this madness before her. The albino stared at her into her eyes filling her with fear. He was holding up the nail clipper now&hellip.

He spoke with a deep slow whisper…"we need to remove your top&hellip.how can we torture you with your top on? How can we start our romance if you still have your bra protecting you? Hmm?" He chuckled, she started crying loudly as he pushed the trolley aside, pulled himself on the stool forward so he was very near her body. He touched her bare stomach under her top, she squealed, thinking he was starting to hurt her but no, he merely held the lower part of her top, feeling the thin fabric between his fingers and started clipping at it slowly, from the center near her belly button.

Clip, clip clip, he purposefully and meticulously snipped. Her stomach was heaving in and out, faster with every second, heart pounding with horror. He grinned as he went on, clip, clip, clip, exposing her flat stomach, her solar plexus, ever so slowly cutting upwards, the bottom of her bra cups came to view, a white cotton bra. Elder could see her chest now, robust teenage flesh bundled tightly in her white bra as the pink top began opening up more and more like a curtain with every clip.

The Albino resisted ripping apart the top, choosing to be patient, cutting through her chest and finally her neckline.

The tightness of the top caused the two sides of the now maimed garment to spring open, exposing her well formed double D breasts in the tight bra. Slowly, the clip found its way to the left strap of the tank top.

Clip. It fell away. Then the right. Clip. She moaned as her pink top fell and pooled around the back of her legs. Such a glorious sight. This young American teen in her white bra now, and black shorts, kneeling on a bloody board, body strapped to a pole.

Her tears streamed down over the leather pad over her mouth as she watched him pull the trolley near to him. He was watching her breast under all that cotton, wondering how he should start. She watched him through her tears, trembling, daring not to breathe. "Only your little bra left, between me and these…terrible tools…" he said, looking at the tools. "Oh what should we do to you first?" he studying his array, then pinched out a silver clip with jagged teeth, the one with a short chain attached to it.

"let's test out your threshold hmmm? Shall we?" She shook her head in fear not defiance, the noise in her throat rising as he pressed open the clip and brought it close to her face, to show her exactly what it was, then he pretended it was a little creature, opening and closing the clips mouth playfully while lowering it to her right breast.

He positioned the clip just over her nipples hiding underneath her bra. "here it comes…" She started screaming even before he clipped it on. When he did, her body jerked slightly at the sudden burst of pain. She tensed her body and fought against the burst, releasing a long gagged drawl. The clip pinched hard on her nipple but no blood came out. She had too much protection from the bra. She hummed a monotone to block natasha malkava xxx story full sex stories the pain.

He gripped the clip and twisted it. She screamed some more, crying after the scream. Sobbing. Shaking her head. He released the clip, spat into her face. He picked out a lighter quickly, the type with a metal head. He lit it in front of her face and she flinched, taking deep breaths, afraid of what would come next.

Her eyebrows arched up with fear. He let the fire burn bright, grinning in her face. "Hot, hot, hot…" he said. He let the fire heat up the metal. Then without warning, he released the gas killing the flame then tucked the lighter, burning hot head first into her left bra cup. Upon contact with fresh skin, she screamed and struggled and bucked, he pressed the hot metal against her left nipple, relishing her screaming and struggling.

She was trashing her head left to right. He let it burn her, tilting his head, watching her face cramp up with pain. He pulled the lighter out, slowly dragging it against her young skin, staring at her.

He yelled into her face. "This is nothing! Bitch! Nothing! Foreplay!" He appeared to be getting angrier, as if these mild tortures were irritating him. He was craving for blood now. His hand was trembling, her screaming subsided, catching her breath. She was sweating now, the drugs amplifying everything she was experiencing. He picked out a six sided dice and held it up to her face, adjusting his seat.

"You ready for a game Samantha baby?" He positioned his tray closer, tools gleaming in the bright white light in the torture room. He was getting started. He rolled the dice in his hands, cupped over it, then tossed it onto a small empty box on the tray, the dice bounced and stopped at four. "Wow!" He exclaimed. "So early in the game, and you're already at fishing hooks!" He gently put both his hands on her rib cage, left and right.

"You know what this means…" She started sobbing noisily. She started pleading again knowing it was no use, She tried to pull her body away, also knowing it was no use. "Time to unhook your bra…" He laughed at the joke, slipped his hands behind her back against her louder sobbing and half fear screams, "so that we can start hooking up your tender breasts…" He found the small clasp, gently undid it then ever so slowly, he held each open end and pulled it in opposite directions.

Elder watched closely, the release of her white cotton bra and nearly ejaculated when he saw her large tits bounce free as the albino uncapped the bra from her body and pulled it over her head. Picking up the shearers that he dropped, he proceeded to cut the straps, letting her bra, mangled and forever lost, drop to the floor. Elder stared at her round, soft breasts, her pink nipples and saw the red marks on the left breast where she had been burnt. The albino toyed with her nipples between his fingers, turning them slowly this way and that, delaying the inevitable pain that was to come.

He held up his left hand, palms open before her like he was showing her a magic trick," with this hand," he said, "I'm going to pick out your first experience of sharp, acidic pain…" She started heaving loudly, guttural, primal noises of NO. He started to giggle like a little child as he fished out the coiled fishing string, with the hooks tied upon it. He waved it in front of her terrified face. It pumped his blood watching her face turn into fear, knowing that she was all bound and topless now and he could start inflicting all sorts of pain upon her.

With his right hand, he let the string of hooks dangle between her breasts. She jerked against her bonds, one last desperate attempt to somehow break free from this oncoming terror as he playfully allowed the small sharp hooks to slide and scratch against in the insides of her right breast.

He pinched the lowest hook, the my patrons daughters womanassociate xxx charlotte cross gets the plumber to tidy her at the end of the string, licked his dried lips from all that heavy breathing and carefully positioned the hook at the bottom, central part of her right tit, right at her ribs where the skin of her breasts joined the skin of her chest.

He bent his head down a little to get a clearer view. "Here it comeees!!!" He gingerly pierced her tender sexy babe brandi seduces hunk and gets into threeway sexthe first sight of blood driving him crazy, the first sharp burst of pain sent shocks into her, it was like a sting that didn't go away.

He tugged the line upwards, hooking her deeper while he slowly hooked in the second hook into the side of her breast, pushing it into and under her skin. He tugged again and started circling her breast, slowly, deliberately pushing in the sharp little hooks as he went along the girth of her breast in a clockwise direction. Carefully, he released more string, mindful that at the end of the coil was another set of six nasty little hooks, to go around her left breast… Blood started dripping onto her torso and ribs, she was struggling and screaming and her crying was free and filled with pain.

He pulled and tugged, some pierced parts started to tear a little, flesh ripping slightly. By the time he reached one full turn, the sixth hook had been cut and buried into her meat. Blood rolled down around her breast now from the little fresh holes. The albino was relishing this, the elder watched on fascinated, listening intently to the pitch of her crying, rubbing his erect cock.

Samantha was shaking from the pain, which has only begun. The albino neatly circled the thin fishing string around her breast. After the third round, and without any remorse, he pulled the fishing line fast and tight, standing up to do this, he leveraged himself and tugged as hard and as viciously as he could. The hooks dug in deeper but did not break out. The string tightened considerably, biting into her skin, bulging out her breast. It was turning red from blood pressure and from the streaming crimson that streaked down her body like little red veins.

He went round her breast two more times and paused when he had reached the point where the first hook was pierced.

He carefully calculated the amount of string left. He needed to begin circling her left breast now. He let the rest of the fishing line fall, studying the six hooks at the other end. He ran the line up through the valley of her breasts then circled it, anti-clockwise Around her left breast. After the third round, his fingers had reached the line of hooks at the other end. They were ready to be inserted one by one.

He tugged mercilessly and hard on the fishing line, giving him a bit more slack. He pulled hard, never releasing the tension, the cinch pushing out her breast, cutting into her skin, the tension pulling against the hooks in her right breast, tightening, always tightening. It was terrible, the tightness, the sharp sting, the prolonged pain of torn and hooked flesh. She was hysterical somewhat, swaying her body left to right, eyes screwed shut, sweating profusely. The albino reminded himself that the drug in her system was amplifying the pain.

"Does it hurt Samantha? Hmm? Are you in PAIN?" He giggled loudly as his deft fingers began hooking her left breast. Like a meticulous model maker, he turned the hooks this way and that, slowly piercing her along the insides of her left tit, pulling the line after every hook had pierced.

She was steadily screaming now, pausing only to catch her breath. The muffled quality of those screams, mixed with the crying noises, was such a turn on for the elder. He leaned into the albino's ear and said, "I want to rape her…" The albino ignored him, he was focused on keeping the fishing line taut as he circled her left tit, piercing in the fourth and fifth hooks. He kept pulling, dragging and digging the hooks in, tearing slightly her skin listening to her screaming.

The final hook reached just at the top of her left breast. He gave the line tension one last drag then carefully hooked it in. Both her breasts were bleeding now although not exactly profusely. Both her breasts bulged out, started to change color as blood flow was starting to show. Both her breasts appeared to be bunched closer to each other now, two melons touching each other, turning purple, thin hairline veins starting to show.

The lower part of her heaving body, stomach contracting and tense, dealing with pain, looked like a work of art. Streaks and crooked lines of blood rolling down to pool and soak into the waistline of her soggy black shorts. Sweat streamed down her legs, her face was wet with tears and sweat. Small, signals of pain sounded from deep inside her gagged face and tense throat.

She was extremely thirsty, throat sore from screaming. Pain still shooting from her knees and now sharp stings throbbed and pulsed around the insides of both her breasts. The taut fishing strings hurt her breasts from the inside, the pain concentrated and condensed in the core of her breasts. The albino sat back in his chair studying his handiwork. "Well done!" he grinned in her face.

"Oh I'm not done yet sweetheart, don't look so relieved. So much more flesh left to cover and see? He turned to the tray, "we still have so many hooks left! Bigger ones! And the weights! So much more we can do!" He laughed. She wept, disbelieving in the terror, disbelieving that more was coming. He suddenly grabbed both her breasts with his unruly paws and squeezed. New forms of pain shot through her chest like lightning, bursting into her head, she threw her head back, banging against the pole and screamed skywards, neck muscles bulging out, body swaying against her bonds.

He clenched and turned her breasts, one clockwise the other anti clockwise, causing as much new damage as possible to her hooked points of pure pain. Her core felt like it was going to burst. He released his grip, fumbled for the small bottle of spray from the second level of the trolley and brought it out. "Now this!" he said with glee, "is filled with pure and thick salt water…" Her body shook with heavy sobbing, knowing what he was about to do.

He purposefully moved the spray closer to her wounds…"bite down on my dirty underwear Sam, this might sting quite a bit…" He brought the nozzle close to her open wound and fired it off, close range, elevating the excruciating pain. The stinging shock made her jerk wildly as he fired off some more. The cries she made was almost inhuman, she nearly passed out but the drugs in her kept her wide-awake and alert to her pain. He sprayed some more; two, three bursts on each and every wound, taking his time to go around the 12 puncture wounds around her tits.

He shot close, so the salt water was forced into her damaged flesh, seeping inside, stinging internally. Her body was dripping now with salt water and sweat and blood. He loved it. Her tits were turning slightly purple from the tightness. He put the spray aside and flicked his fingers hard against random wounds as if he was hammering in the hooks, plain and simple way of adding pain unto pain.

He flicked her nipples hard a few times each, laughing as her nipples wobbled. He then dug the tips of his fingers into the thin, taut fishing line at the sides of her breast, and pulled, released, pulled, released. He was clearly enjoying this. She was clearly not. The pain was unbearable. "Since you rolled a lucky four…" He said looking into the compartment on the tray for the right one, "let's have four more hooks in your beautiful tits, one for each shall we?" She moaned and wept. "where's mommy and daddy now hmmm?" He picked out a medium sized hook.

It was new. Sharp. He held it before her terrified eyes. " Do you think the police have any idea where you are?" He pinched together the flesh around her left nipple first, then abruptly let go, as an idea hit him. "Let's make this more interesting." he said. He turned to face the tray and picked out a pair of pliers. He carefully used the tool to hold eye hole side of the hook. The sharp side jutted out from the tip of the pliers. With his free hand, he turned on the gas of the Bunsen burner.

"Brother, could you please help me light this up? We've got a hook to cook for dear Samantha here…" He turned to the frantic girl, "silver is such a wonderful conductor of heat did you know? Your daddy ever brought you fishing Samantha? Hmm? ANSWER ME!" He slapped her breasts hard. She shook her head, crying. "Awwww what a pity…don't worry, In a few seconds, I'll show you exactly how to hook a living, writhing thing… like yourself&hellip. Har har har har!!

I AM YOUR DADDY NOW! And you deserve all the love you can get!" The fire burst from the burner and the albino brought the hook into the blue flame. "SO much love to give you pretty Samantha with your pretty braids and your pretty breasts with your pretty blood&hellip." The hook was turning red fast.

Samantha capri cavanni lesbian diaries girl girl with mackenzee pierce getting more and more frantic. "Nice and hot, nice and BURNING hot!" He pinched her left nipple again to extrude the flesh then brought the freshly fired up hook close, turned the pliers to position the curved point then, against the backdrop of a deep throated scream of immense pain, he slowly punctured her skin along the rim of her light brown areola.

She looked like she was having a fit but being bound kept her spasms to a bare minimum. Her struggling must've caused greater pain from her already injured knees. The burning silver hook pretty teen carolina sweets straddles hung driver as blood began to ooze from the wound.

He twisted the pliers slightly and with more force, he dug the hook deeper into her breast, he turned the pliers a little again and pulled at it until the sharp tip pierced out from the other side of her areola. "There," he said releasing the pliers to let the hook hang in her flesh. "And the finishing touches…" He picked out a fishing weight attached to a chain with a clip on its end.

He clipped it to the end of the hook then let it drop. The weight pulled against the hook in her and he let it dangle and swing like a pendulum. The noise from her was a mixed mess of short sobbing bursts with intermittent sounds of screaming as she struggled to deal with the new onset of pain in her body and breast. "Just three more to go sweetheart!" He was already preparing the other hook. It went in systematically just like the first, except through her right areola. The hook was heated up to a hot red and pierced slowly through her flesh, soundtracked by more hysterical screaming, sweating and body buckling.

The albino spat in her face several times throughout his procedure. When he was done with the second hook, after chaining it to another fishing weight, he sat back to study his handiwork. Two dark grey weights on shining chains attached to medium sized hooks that pierced deep into her two tits. Blood and sweat dripping, she was getting nauseous again dizzy with pain.

He pulled at the weights for fun just to hear her scream in different angel and judy enjoy their sex t oy. He would never get bored with the sounds of gagged crying and mewing and despair. He loved it. Awesome girl fondled and screwed hardcore and blowjob was hungry to hurt her some more&hellip.

The albino's blood was pumping, his hands were shaking with excitement as he picked out the third medium sized hook and held it between his fingers of the right hand. "Where should the other two go hmm?" Samantha was pleading through he gag to stop. "Maybe we should hook your tits closer together yes?" He didn't bother burning up the hook, instead he used the sides of hands to push her breasts together, the pressure forcing the other hooks around her tits to dig in deeper.

She wailed as he studied how her flesh was bunched up now at the center. He gripped her tits and pushed them harder together so her flesh meshed, blood dripping form wounds.

With his deft fingers he pierced through the surface of her left breast then wriggled the hook deeper and dragged it out into her right breast. Just barely the tip of the third hook protruded. She was of course gurgling with pain, sweat running down her tensed face.

He left go of her tits and the hook surprisingly held her flesh together but it looked like it might tear through anytime. He picked up the fourth hook, pushed her tits together again and surgically inserted it through the front of her two breasts, successfully and artfully holding both tits together with the instruments of pain.

"Time to roll the dice again! And I just realized, 6 sides die with more than six options! How silly of me, I'll roll it twice and add them!" He quickly picked up the die and tossed it. "5! And…" He rolled it again, "3!

That's an 8! Let's see, what is 8?!" He checked the compartments of the tray. His face lit up. "Oh we need a power point for this…" He picked up the unplugged soldering iron and let the black wire dangle. "You're going to LOVE this one! The pain is very very different!" Samantha's face turned pale almost instantly.

A rising, terrified protest began in her throat as the albino fumbled around for a power point. Tears flowed freely, her breathing turned into hyperventilation as her mind reeled at the possible uses of such a terrible machine.

She started screaming again, she tried struggling to break free but it was no use as he pushed in the plug and the red light came on. He held on to the thing like a weapon and waved it in front of her face. "I'm thinking we can draw some pictures on your tits! This leaves nice, deep burn marks…I hope you like the smell of burning flesh because I do!" She shook her head furiously, eyes widened and body trembling with pre-emptive shock. The iron began heating up, he licked his lips, she kept jerking against her bonds, coughing into her gag because of the panic rising steadily in her.

He pulled his stool closer to her. The soldering iron had already heated up. "Left or right breast first?" tears rolled down her face.

"I say right!, right? Hahaha!" He held the thing with his right hand and with his left he squeezed her fleshy large breast. "here it comes!" she screamed into her gag even before contact. When the tip touched her skin, the pain shot through her innocent body like a bolt of electric hurt. Her skin sizzled as he pushed the tip slightly just at the rim of her areola and dragged the iron hot instrument upwards the top side of her breast.

She struggled furiously and howled into her gag causing the burn line to be jagged a little. "stop moving bitch! You're messing up my art work!" He laughed hard, his tongue sticking out as he drew a few more lines with the burning thing.

The smell of fresh excited him, the sizzling sound of evaporating blood made his heart race. He slowly and painfully drew his first smiley face somewhere along the side of her right tit. The pain was of course excruciating. Young flesh on fire, each drag brought a renewed hurt as he punctured two small holes in the circle and drew a smile. He move don to her left breast, tracing the outline of her other areola, burning a deep brown streak of pain around her nipples, slowly, menacingly, he let the terrible hot iron scar her deeply.

He started writing on his slave, spelling out S L U T right across her flesh. She was sweating profusely, crying loudly and gurgling and groaning in that muffled way that was so erotic. Elder was a silent watcher, masturbating as he watched his brother finish off SLUT. The albino jabbed the burning thing into her right breast again, just under her nipple and purposely let the tip sink into her skin.

He punctured many holes after that, like hot knives burning inn soft butter. Her flesh bubbled and swelled around the puncture marks that were turning nearly black. She threw her head in all sorts of direction, trying her best to distract form the pain that exploded in her brain with every contact.

Sweat ran down her lovely body, pooling around her shorts. He thought unpleasantly of the other big breasted girl, the one who bit off his cock and his anger fuelled him to cause greater harm to this bitch, who could do nothing to hurt him.

It was he who would hurt her, very very badly. He slowly took his time to write W H O R E right across her right breast, the O circling her nipple.

Her body was now defiled with insults. He spat onto her left breast then started chanting something sinister.

She felt as terrible emotion of fear escalating, of dread and impossible helplessness fill her up. When he finished chantinghe burned the magickal formulae into her skin.

She realised that this black magic was ANCHORING all the terrible feelings he had somehow raised in her. With every turn and puncture and drag of the hot iron tip, the disturbing feelings escalated and remained at that stationary vibration.

He was sealing in those emotions with a spell. "you WILL never be at peace, NEVER!" He directed all his powers into finishing off the sigil of horror. When he was done, he put the iron down then pinched both her nipples and twisted hard. She was losing energy, about to pass out from all the pain but the dark arts kept her awareness fully alive, fully awake.

The albino grabbed her face, sexy sex with a concupiscent hitchhiker london smith into her eyes. "Let's see how long you''ll last…we have all the time in the world…" Such a horrid and gifted monster, Elder thought as he decided to leave. Guy dildos own and eats own wants ttry tranny real10 return to his fuck toy. "I have to go my good brother," he told teh albino, he turned, almost sad, "but why?

I'm just getting started?" Elder laughed, I've got a petite ass to rape…" "hahaha! ok then, you can watch the film when you are free." "I will…you have a good time." "I always do." With that elder left the torture room. He entered the hall, which was surprisingly silent. Either the other girls had passed out, were already killed or their gags were truly effective.

He liked to think it was the latter. That both the Taiwanese teen, his young stacie and Nicole were suffering copiously and unable to draw help and attention no matter how hard they screamed. He wondered about the first teenager, face raped in the room by his brother. What diabolical things were being done to her now? He marvelled at the magic of this House of Ordeals. The way it seem so hidden, so unknown to the outside world, to the authorities.

Five girls, bound, gagged, raped, tortured and no one knew how to find them. No one knew they were even here.

He thanks GRAHEG once again in his heart, feeling blessed that his life was full of fucking naked, bound girls, screaming uselessly into their gags. end.