Pauline The Slut - Part 23: Anne Gets Used 
When Anne came back down, my husband went over to her and thrust his hand between her legs, roughly feeling around her vagina.
 

 "Good slut, that's nice and smooth." He pushed her back on the couch, knelt in front of her, spread her legs and started eating her cunt. After a few minutes she was struggling not to respond to his assault. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. She was breathing heavily. He broke away before she reached her orgasm.  

He got his camera and started to film her. "Finish yourself off." He instructed her. She slipped her hand between her legs and start to play with her clitoris while her other hand started to finger her cunt. She was soon gyrating on the couch, moaning and groaning. It wasn't long until she reached her orgasm.  

" Now lick your fingers." Without any hesitation she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them. I was shocked that she did this without any protest.  

Get down on all fours. He turned to me. "Go put on the gift I bought you." I had already been told what the plan for the rest of the day was and everything I had to do.  

When I returned he was standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth. He nodded at me. I positioned myself behind her and placed my new strap-on against her vagina. She tried to turn around but my husband held her head tightly. "Keep sucking slut while your sister fucks your cunt." She muttered something from her cock filled mouth and tried to get up but my husband grabbed her nipples and pulled hard. A muffled scream came from her throat as I pushed into her vagina. My husband continued to pull and twist her nipples until she started to suck his cock again. By now the two of us were ramming her from both ends.  

 He then took his cock out and we switched positions. She refused to take the strap-on in her mouth. "Suck it slut unless you want to get your ass whipped." She still refused. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the coffee table on which he had left the riding crop. He started to lash across her arse and back. She was screaming and tears were running down her face. He then turned her around and lashed her breasts. She tried to protect them but this left her vagina exposed and he landed a lash directly on her cunt lips. She howled and begged him to stop. 
 

He signalled for me to come over and stand in front of her. I pushed the strap-on towards her mouth. She opened up and started to suck. He pushed her forward and started to fuck her again. When he finished cumming he pushed me out of the way and told her to clean his cock. She looked up at him and was about to protest until she seen him raise the riding crop. She took his cock in her mouth and cleaned both their juices from it. 
 

He picked up his camera and started filming me fucking her in various positions. She then put on the strap-on and he filmed her doing the same to me. When he filmed enough he went to his computer and edited the film. We were told to go and put on two bikinis. When we came back he had set up three cameras out in the garden. The next hour or so was spent with us putting on various lesbian scenes for the cameras. 
 

After lunch we went to the bedroom. I had the strap-on and lay on the bed. Anne was told to mount me. We were fucking for a few minutes before my husband took off his clothes. She could not see him as he oiled up his cock. He then got on the bed behind her and positioned his cock against her asshole. She went crazy and tried to get up. But he pushed her down and she was imbedded on the strap-on. 
 

"No, not there. I don't do that." she pleaded. 
 

"You do now. I'm going to fuck that virgin ass and when I'm finished your slut sister is going to fuck your ass. By the time you head back to Jim you'll have a sore, stretched, well used ass." 
 

He pushed into her ass and she roared in agony. "Keep fucking her slut." he ordered me as he pushed further up her ass. Her face had a tortured look as both her holes were filled. Her screams just seemed to encourage him more and he pounded harder into her. He filled her ass with his cum. He took his cock out and moved up the bed beside us. He took my head and had me clean his cock. I then pushed her off me, got on top and pushed the strap-on into her ass. She screamed again. I pounded away as my husband filmed her face and then my face before lowering the camera to her ass and me fucking her with the strap-on. 

By the time she left 3 days later, her ass had been fucked more than 20 times. She had learned to clean my husband cum coverd cock each time he took it out. She was also cleaning his cum out of my cunt. She had become my husband's slut. As she was getting in the taxi for the airport he handed her the video from the first night. "A souvenir of your visit. I have plenty more to watch when your slut sister is sucking my cock"
 

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A Night to Remember: Sarah and Kris's First Time with Steve
Sarah and Kris lay bound and gagged on the floor, naked and scared. They had been kidnapped by a group of home invaders earlier in the day and were now being held captive in some sort of strange place.

Steve was the leader of this band of criminals. He and his men had decided to turn these two into sex slaves for themselves. It wasn’t exactly legal, but it would make good money.

“I think you two are going to like being slaves for your new masters,” he said, looking down at the couple lying on the floor. “We’re going to take care of you both, don’t worry about that. You won’t have to do anything except obey our commands.”

Kris and Sarah looked up at him, eyes wide with fear. They knew that there was nothing they could do to stop these men from taking control of their lives. Steve smiled down at them, pleased with their submission.

He turned to his men and nodded. One of them stepped forward and grabbed Sarah, dragging her over to the bed. He shoved her face down onto the mattress, spreading her legs apart. Another man followed suit, grabbing Kris and doing the same thing. The two of them began to undress the couple slowly, stripping them completely naked before binding their hands and feet together tightly.

When they were finished, they left the room without saying a word. Sarah lay still on the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably. Kris tried to comfort her as best he could, but there was nothing he could do to ease her fears.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, stroking her hair gently. “Just hang in there until we can get help.”

But even if help did come, it wouldn’t be soon enough to save them from what was happening next.

Steve returned to the room alone, carrying a small bag in one hand. He set it down on the table next to the bed and opened it up, revealing its contents. Inside were various tools and pieces of equipment – ropes, chains, whips, and other things that made Sarah’s heart sink.

“What are you going to do to us?” she asked, trying not to sound too terrified.

Steve laughed softly, leaning down so that he could look directly into her eyes.

“Oh, honey, I’m just getting started.”

With those words ringing in her ears, he picked up a length of rope and began tying her wrists together behind her back. As he worked, he talked nonstop – telling stories about his past crimes, bragging about how much money he would make from selling them as slaves, making crude comments about their bodies. Sarah listened with growing horror, unable to escape the realization that this nightmare was only beginning.

Finally, when he had finished tying her up, he stood back to admire his work. “There, that should keep you nice and secure while we work on your friend here.” He gestured towards Kris, who was already struggling against his own bonds. “Now let’s see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into, shall we?”

Steve approached Kris slowly, a wicked gleam in his eye. He could see the fear in the young man’s eyes, and it excited him. He loved having power over others, especially when they were so clearly at his mercy.

Without a word, he reached out and ran his hand down Kris’s chest, feeling the muscles tense under his touch. Kris tried to pull away, but Steve held him firmly in place.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, leaning in close. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Kris whimpered softly as Steve began to undo the ropes binding his hands. Once they were free, Steve grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him upright.

“Get up,” he commanded.

Kris stood shakily, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. Steve didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t care. He simply pulled Kris over to the bed and pushed him down onto his back.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Kris hesitated for a moment before complying. He knew that resistance was futile – Steve was much stronger than he was, and there was no way he could overpower him.

Steve grinned as he watched Kris comply with his demands. He loved seeing the fear in his eyes, knowing that he was completely at his mercy.

“Good boy,” he purred, running his hand down Kris’s chest again. This time, he didn’t stop until he reached the young man’s cock.

Kris gasped as Steve wrapped his fingers around his shaft, squeezing gently. He couldn’t believe what was happening – he had never been with a man before, and the thought of it made him feel both terrified and strangely excited.

Steve could feel Kris’s cock beginning to harden under his touch, and it only made him more eager to continue. He began to stroke the young man slowly, watching as his hips thrust upwards in response.

“That’s it,” he murmured, leaning down so that his lips were just inches from Kris’s ear. “Let go and enjoy yourself. You know you want to.”

Kris whimpered again, but he couldn’t deny the truth in Steve’s words. He did want to enjoy this, despite the fact that it went against everything he had ever known.

As if sensing his thoughts, Steve began to stroke him faster, his fingers moving deftly over Kris’s now fully hard cock. Kris moaned softly, his hips bucking upwards as he neared the edge of release.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Steve stopped suddenly, leaving Kris gasping and panting on the bed.

“Not yet,” he said, grinning wickedly. “I want to make this last as long as possible.”

Kris whimpered in frustration, but he knew better than to argue. He lay back on the bed, trying to calm his racing heart and mind.

Steve watched him for a moment, enjoying the sight of the young man lying there, completely at his mercy. Then, without warning, he reached down and grabbed Kris’s balls, squeezing them tightly.

Kris cried out in pain, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily. Steve chuckled, enjoying the feeling of power that came from causing such distress.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, squeezing harder.

Kris could only whimper in response, tears streaming down his face. He had never felt such pain before, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

Just when he thought he might pass out from the agony, Steve released his grip, allowing Kris to collapse back onto the bed.

“Good boy,” he said approvingly. “You took that like a champ.”

Kris couldn’t respond – he was too busy trying to catch his breath and regain control of his body. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it.

Steve seemed to sense his distress and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “At least, not too much. I just want to play with you a little bit, that’s all.”

Kris nodded slightly, still unable to speak. He wasn’t sure he believed Steve’s words, but he didn’t have much choice but to trust him for now.

He felt Steve’s hand on his cock again, stroking him slowly and gently. This time, there was no pain, only pleasure. Kris closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation.

For a while, it seemed like time stood still. All that existed was the feeling of Steve’s hand on his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of release.

But eventually, the pleasure became too much for Kris to handle. With a cry, he came hard, his body shuddering with the force of it.

Steve grinned as he watched Kris come undone, loving the feeling of power that came from being the one to bring him to such heights.

When Kris had finally finished, Steve leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.

“You did good,” he whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

Kris could only nod, still too stunned to speak. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he knew that it had changed him in some way.

Steve seemed to sense his confusion and smiled softly.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “We’ll take things slow from here on out. I promise.”

And with that, he began to untie Kris’s feet, freeing him from his bonds.

Once Kris was free, Steve helped him off the bed and led him over to where Sarah was still tied up.

“I think it’s time we let your girlfriend join the fun,” he said, grinning wickedly.

Kris nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and fear at the thought of what was about to happen. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this, but he knew that there was no turning back now.

Steve reached out and began to untie Sarah’s wrists, freeing her from her bonds. She looked up at him with fear in her eyes, but Steve simply smiled down at her reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not unless you want me to, that is.”

Sarah whimpered softly, unsure of how to respond. She had never been with a woman before, and the thought of it made her feel both excited and terrified.

Steve seemed to sense her hesitation and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Just relax and let go,” he murmured. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Sarah nodded slightly, still too stunned to speak. She wasn’t sure if she believed Steve’s words, but she didn’t have much choice but to trust him for now.

She felt Steve’s hands on her body, caressing her gently. It felt strange at first, but soon she found herself responding to his touch, her body coming alive under his fingers.

Steve smiled as he felt Sarah relax under his touch. He had known all along that she would be a natural at this, and now it seemed like his prediction was coming true.

He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, feeling her respond hesitantly at first, and then more eagerly as she got lost in the sensation.

As they kissed, Steve’s hands began to wander, exploring Sarah’s body more fully. He cupped her breasts gently, feeling their weight in his hands. Then, he began to stroke her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.

Sarah moaned softly as Steve touched her, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She had never felt anything like this before, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it.

But Steve seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He continued to stroke her nipples, teasing them gently until they were fully erect. Then, he began to kiss his way down her body, moving lower and lower until he reached her pussy.

Sarah gasped as Steve’s lips made contact with her most sensitive area. She had never experienced oral sex before, and the sensation was almost too much for her to handle.

Steve smiled as he felt Sarah’s body respond to his touch. He loved the feeling of power that came from bringing someone else to such heights of pleasure.

He began to lick and suck at Sarah’s clit, feeling her hips buck upwards in response. She tasted sweet and musky, and Steve couldn’t get enough of her.

As he continued to feast on Sarah’s pussy, he reached up and began to stroke Kris’s cock again. It was already half-hard from watching the scene unfold before him, and it didn’t take long for Steve to bring him to full hardness once more.

Kris moaned softly as Steve stroked him, his body responding instinctively to the sensation. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for this, but he knew that he couldn’t resist the feeling of Steve’s hand on his cock.

For a while, it seemed like time stood still. All that existed was the feeling of Steve’s mouth on Sarah’s pussy and his hand on Kris’s cock, bringing them both closer and closer to the edge of release.

But eventually, the pleasure became too much for either of them to handle. With cries of ecstasy, they both came, their bodies shuddering with the force of it.

Steve grinned as he felt them come undone, loving the feeling of power that came from being the one to bring them to such heights.

When they had finally finished, Steve leaned back and looked up at them, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Well?” he asked, grinning wickedly. “Did you enjoy that?”

Kris and Sarah could only nod, still too stunned to speak. They had never experienced anything like this before, and they knew that it had changed them in some way.

Steve seemed to sense their thoughts and chuckled softly.

“Good,” he said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Because we’re just getting started.”

And with that, he led them back over to the bed, ready to begin the next stage of their training.

Hello fellow motherless friends,

I am really loving the thought of a post orgasm torture and I found a mistress who is willing to do it to me. My only concern is, I'm twisted of doing it or not. I mean I really love watching those videos and thinking about me being there, helpless and getting jerked off by a woman making me feel agony over and over again. It's just I am kinda unsure.

Anyone out here with some experience or couraging words?

Nontheless,

thanks for rading/listening.

-villa007

Never seen agony orgasm like that

This has been one of my all time favorite videos. When I first discovered the snuff community, this was posted in B&W on a website. I'm glad to have found it in hi/better def and in color.

I love the whole sequence where he shoots the girl, she drops her gun while shaking her head. I fantasize about what her thoughts are as she realizes she has been killed. She clutches her belly and falls back on the bed, squirming in agony until she dies. To cap it off, her killer turns and sneers at her.

I confess that I was a naughty girl at my uncle's wedding. This weekend I went with my mom and dad to my uncle's wedding. This was a second marriage for my uncle, and there was absolutly NO ONE under the age of 40 or over the age of 10. I was by myself. I knew I'd be bored and by myself, so I brought along my ben wah set. Just before dinner I excused myself to wash up and inserted the balls. While I was at dinner and listening to toasts and speeches and all, I would tilt my pelvis and move subtly in my chair and feel the vibrations throughout my entire pelvis. Every subtle move brought a soft sexy sensation. It kept building slowly and carefully. It was a delicious agony. I did it just enough to give me pleasure, but not enough to make me cum. I kept at it for 45 minutes and no one knew. Finally I had to give in, so I went to the ladies room and finished myself off with a climax that buckled my knees and made me see stars.

My panties were soaked through. So I took them off, and took the balls out, and went pantiless for the rest of the day. My uncle did want to dance with me. It was a slow dance and I worried that he would move his hand too low on my back. All I had was a soft cotton cocktail dress on, and a half-slip. He was a gentleman and my secret was safe.

So...in the past two weeks I've discovered I have a couple of new fetishes. I so love denying myself an orgasm, mostly by putting myself in a place where I want to cum so desperately, but I really can't show it. The other is to be an undercover nudist so to speak....not wearing panties and hope yet dreading someone will brush up against me and know I'm naked under my skirt.

PLEASE CUM ON HER FACE FOR ME AND SEND IT BACK HERE SO I CAN SLIP IT INTO HER LETTERBOX WITH THIS LINK ATTATCHED TO IT AND SHE CAN READ ALL YOUR FILTHY MSGS OF WAT UD DO TO HER..

ANNALISE I WANT TO FUCK YOUR EVERY HOLE TILL U SCREAM IN AGONY, I WANT TO CUMM ALLL OVER UR FACE AND RAPE UR TITE PINK CUNT TILL U CANT WALK ANYMORE. INO U LOVE TO SWALLOW HOT CUM, AND ID FORCE MINE DOWN UR THROAT U FILTHY HOT SLUT

Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

( part one can be found here https://motherless.com/boards/member/Chromenhawk/recent ))

Terror Weekend ( Part 2 - The Return )

Your breath was coming in short pants. You don't know how long it has been. Your rib cage is aching. You are scared. You read somewhere that if a person is actually hung by their wrists long enough the lungs collapse.

Your whole body is aching from shivering. Being naked is getting to you. The fucker has you hurting so bad and has barely even hit you. Just the environment is giving the beating.

The bleeding has stopped on your right foot. You almost had the knife. But it cut between your toes and when you flinched you knocked the knife over.

Then you hear the muffled sound of an engine approaching and stop. A car door open and close.
OMG ... he is back ... oh fucking thank god!

The door rattles and he walks in. His shirt in his hand a bag dangling from his fist. The mask still on.
He looks at the knife knocked over and you can sense his smile.
He looks at you and sees the look of relief on your face. That you are HAPPY he is back.

And the shivering stops. Replaced by a cold anger and focus. No way. No way is that smirking bastard going to get pleasure from your relief at his being there.

He walks up t you and runs his hand up your thigh, over your hip, and along your side to your left breast. You glare at him willing the thought "I am going to cut your balls off and fry them" into his head.

He smirks more and grabs the nipple and TWISTS HARD ... and keeps twisting harder and harder until your eyes close in tears and you moan out in agony.
Then he lets the nipple go and you are gasping and heaving again.
you feel his hand between you legs running the slit once, twice. Then open your eyes him licking his fingers.

You try to glare back again willing him to hear "So what. I am wet. My body betrays me, but you WON'T get the satisfaction of my mind."
You know this game. Maybe not this intense .. but you know it.

He walks behind you and you hear a thud. He probably threw the bag on the table.

Then you hear a whir and feel a strong wind on your backside. Cold freezing. The bastard turned the fan on. A little dragging as you are cussing him out and a click an hum and the air on your back suddenly becomes warm. Soothing warm.

You feel him behind you, blocking parts of that oh so wonderfully warm wind, and your feet are pulled together. And something is being wrapped around the ankles. Looking down yuo see it is vinyl tape.

His mouth is on your ass then. kissing, licking the sweat. A nip and a bite. The moan escapes your mouth through the gag. So soft and sensual. So much like the fuckhead is worshiping your ass. But the softness with the warmth feels so good.

And then his mouth is gone and you feel the full strength of the warm air. Drying his saliva on your ass.
Almost drying the fluid between your tied together legs. The leaking you had from that soft sweet mouth on your ass.
You let your head drop and shake it. NO!
No letting him think you like it in your mind.

A click and your hands get yanked up a bit, the agony of stretching , but then the clink clink of the metal and you fel your body getting lowered.

Not sure if you are relieved or not. He is ready to use you. But GOD! The relief of the chains and being stretched out after all those hours he was gone.

You body pools to the floor and you sob. And the fan is changed again so it is blowing over your whole body.
You relax into it but mind tense for the assault to come.

You hear the clatter of a chair and a little rustle.
And again the screech ... the damn screeching.

You look back. He is sitting there, sharpening the most wicked knife you have ever seen. Just sharpening. Barely paying attention to you.
Next to him is a big fan blowing air through a space heater.
All he did was protect the health of his fucktoy. Broken toys don't give blowjobs ... you hear that once.
He s just sitting there and the screech of the whetstone on the knife is driving you nuts.

And you remember the OTHER knife. The one he threw down earlier that cut your foot.
You relax. Let the warm air work into your muscles. Wait for him to get into his routine. You will teach him not to think.

Carefully you shift your body. AS if trying to get comfortable. To let the hot air from the fan get to other cold parts.

You wait.
You let your body stop trembling. Although it is aching.
YOu lay your head on your arm as if you are sleeping. And you so want to. But you pay attention. He runs his thumb along the edge of the blade and then starts to dig through a tool box for something.

And you reach out carefully and quietly for that knife. The one he forgot about. Fingertips touching the hilt. Ready ... for

Suddenly you feel yourself pinned to the ground. His whole body against yours.
Your cheek being ground into the wood floor. His breath on the back of your neck.

"I so wish you had gotten to it. It would have been more fun. But I won't let you win by not trying hard enough."

You feel him squirming on your back and then feel his pants sliding down. As he hold your face to the floor by the back of the neck.
His knee pins the small of your back and you feel a sharpness descend down your calf as he cuts through the bindings of your ankle bonds.

As soon as they are free you start to kick. and start to reach even harder for that knife. Just so close to your fingers. He PINNED you ... The fool didn't knock that knife away!

Suddenly he slams your face into the floor HARD ... and your eye and forehead hurt where he slammed it.
He slams AGAIN and AGAIN.
And you know you are about to pass out.

Your body feels flipped. Your legs shoved apart and you look up ... the darkness fading.

Just as you feel him enter you.
You try to scream ... and you realize you are screaming at YOUR body.
Because when he slid in? He had no problem. You were so wet, it just went right in.

His left hand wraps around your throat and you can feel him squeezing. Your breath catches. Your hands pushed above your head.
You knees, sliding along his hips with each thrust.
Your betrayer feet, on his ass. Not just held out unwillingly but on his fucking ass, pulling him in.

No breath, no gasp, mother fucker holding your arms above your head and chewing on your tits.
fingertips brushing the edge of that sweet knife you almost got ... sweet enough if you could just grab it and plunge it in his back.

And your hips tremble, your thighs quiver, your vision dwindles down to a pint from the lack of oxygen ... he is about to shoot ... you can tell ... if only ... the knife ...

And you feel warmth in your pussy ... a lurch, a growl, a grunt and ... the whole splash and you know ... not even a condom ...
and you cum with him ... in an explosive cum ...

as
his
fingers
around
your neck
make
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BLACKOUT

I remember this video awhile back, I think it was a beautiful agony video but it was a group shot rather than a single girl.
I can't seem to find it, could anyone point me in the right direction?

I've never had an experience with a dog or any gay experiences before but this is about my experience with a friend of mine's dog when I house-sat for a couple weeks.

I had already been there for a couple days and I had just had lunch and I was going upstairs to play a video game, on the way up I had noticed that their male coy dog was following me up stairs, usually they don't let their dogs up stairs but I figured that I'd be up there to keep an eye on him so it wouldn't be a big deal. I turned the game system on and was playing for about twenty minutes when he started kinda jumping up in my face and I just kept shoving him away very irritated he stopped for a few minutes and I looked down and noticed something, I noticed something kinda pink pointing out and after a second I realized what it was. I was kinda shocked yet curious, I paused the game, got down on the floor, and reached down between his legs to investigate. At first I just touched a little and then I pulled back the sheath over his cock when I did it almost sprang out. I lightly wrapped my hand around it and he started thrusting and it caught me off guard and I pulled away. I was getting pretty horny and adventurous now and I lowered down and pulled him closer until I was on the floor and face-to-face with his dangling dick and without thinking about it I just put my mouth around it and he just started thrusting like wild into my mouth hitting my throat, his cock was so warm and oddly it kept turning me on more and more. My thoughts starting going wild while he was assaulting my throat until one thought occurred to me "I would LOVE to be this beautiful dogs bitch tonight" I just wanted him in me, I quickly slipped off my pants then I pulled him out of my mouth and lifted my shirt off and I was just laying there naked. I flipped over onto my hands and knees and as quickly as my other hand hit the floor he mounted me.With about the first five thrusts he missed but on the six everything was blacked out in my mind I forgot where I was what day it was, I forgot everything, all there was was severe pain, I was screaming in agony, but, I loved it. He didn't even take it slow he was just hammering away and I couldn't say much but "Make me your bitch, yes". I did not last long at all until I started cumming all over the floor. This went on for a few minutes before I felt a horrible pain again and felt like my ass was being torn open again and then I felt all of his hot seed filing me up there was SO much of it. Then I realized, something was happening that I'd only read about, I was knotted, he couldn't pull away and it felt so good, I loved being linked with him. We stayed like that for about a half an hour before he managed to rip his knot out of me. When he came out I felt a lot of his cum squirt out of me and trickle down, He turned around and licked it all off of my balls and I even felt his tongue going INTO my ass (which just felt amazing). We did it again later that night and at lest once a day for the week and a half after it that I was there, most days we did it twice. There's also a whole story where my buddy came home and found me doing this. If you want me to post that one just say so, If I get enough people wanting it I'll consider posting it.

Hi Motherless, this is my first post here ever, been a lurker for a long while now and haven't gotten into posting that much, as I don't think anything interesting ever happens to me

Anyway, I just came back home from a hook up. I traded my old phone for sex, it was awesome. The girl was 20 years old, very very tiny, like 150 cm tall and weighed less than 50 kilograms. I was able to lift her up and fuck her hard while holding her in the air, she also sucked my dick like no other girl ever. Something tells me that she had done it before.

She messaged me on toe messenger. We chatted a while until she told that her old phone was broken and needed a new one, I told her I could sell her a phone. She didn't have any money, and I asked what she could give in exchange for the phone. She said she'd fuck me, I was surprised, and honestly, though it was a joke at first. Then I asked her how she'd like to do it and it didn't matter to her.

We decided that I go to her place, even though it was late in the evening and I don't have a car I still could use the public transport to her place in under an hour, so it was no problem. She gave me the address and I was on my way, with the phone in my pocket, I still thought it was some kind of joke, but when I arrived, this tiny, very hot woman greeted me and she was super cool. Her place was nice studio apartment, cleaned up and cozy.

She wanted to do it in the bathroom, I was down for that. We started with me feeling her body, through clothes, and I could already feel that amazing butt of hers, oh my god. I took off her top, no bra, pretty small and perky tits, I liked them, could've been bit bigger.

I lick and suck her nipples and she starts to push her stomach against my penis through my jeans, keep in mind, this girl is very small, like a full head shorter than me. I opened my belt and lowered my pants to my knees and she grabbed it instantly, started to feel it as it grew bigger in her hands, she was biting her lip at this point.

I took my condoms out of my pocket and put one on, since I'm clean and want it to stay that way, I take off her jeans too and she had a little bit of hair down there, just enough for me, I liked it, I felt how she was starting to get wet already, I rubbed her while grabbing her amazing ass, I made sure she was wet enough for my cock, which was raging hard at this point, I just wanted to stick it right in. I made her sit on the sink with knees up, I took my 7 inch dick and put it straight in, she moaned, I couldn't tell if there was a little bit of agony in the moan since SHE WAS TINY DOWN THERE, i don't know how it fit there, but it did. It felt really nice, probably the best pussy I've fucked. After a while of letting her sit there, I suddenly lifted her up and kept her in the air while fucking her very hard and deep, she started moaning loud and bit my shoulder real hard. I loved it.

After a while I let her down and made her bent over the toilet and fucked her from behind, this position somehow felt so amazing with her that I couldn't hold my load for much longer, I came, she didn't, but I don't care, she got the phone, so win/win. I threw the condom in to the trash, wiped my penis with a wet wipe and washed my hands, put my clothes on while she asked if I smoked, I said no, but I stayed with her while she smoked a cigarette in her balcony, still naked. We talked a bit, about life and everything, she just broke up with her boyfriend of 5 years and never cheated on him, she said the sex with him was boring, and she liked me a lot. I'm probably going to talk to her in the future, maybe try to have more sex with her, since I really liked it and she did too.

I put my shoes on and left, smiling, like after a successful date, that ends in sex, but this time, I got to skip the date part, straight to sex. Awesome.

Thanks for reading, and sorry for any grammatical errors, since my English isn't my main language.

I'd like to hear your opinions and suggestions on what to do next, when to message her or do I ask her for a proper date? Wouldn't that be awesome?

This place
is a cesspool,
a grimy hole
of reeking muck and shit
and we�ll see it again
because this window on your screen
is a window to hell.
You will see these things again
but from the other side of the window.
You will be there
in the gym shower
when the naked little girl walks in with her father
and this time
when you start fondling yourself
the tiny girl
with her big scared eyes
with her big eyes streaming with tears
with the snot dripping from her nose
she�ll suck you off
while her dad fucks her ass
while she cries and rips and bleeds
while she gags on your dick
while she vomits on your dick
and you�ll cum
and you�ll be scared
because a strange greasy man
has his dick in your mouth
and you can�t breathe
and you�re vomiting
and dad is shoving it up there again
and it hurts so bad
and you can�t breathe
and its so hot and dark here
And you�re in your bedroom
and you�re you
god damn it and you�re you
and your dog is pumping your ass now
and your dog is pumping your mouth now
and you�re fucking your dog now
and even though your whole shaft
is covered with oozing, bloody, pus-filled sores
and even though each and every thrust screams in agony
you keep pumping and pumping and pumping
until you pull back and your skin rips off in the dog
in your dog�s ass
and you keep pumping and pumping anyway as you weep
and lose consciousness
And the room is dim
and there before you beneath a light she sits
you put her there
you put the duct tape on her mouth
you put the holes in her body
you covered her in her own blood
you know what you did
And you wish you could move your hands
but the rope hurts so bad
and you wish you could scream
and you wish you could die
because he took a power tool to your vagina
and he fucked it
and here he comes again
oh god here he comes again�
This is the place we have built
it is our cathedral,
it is hot
and it is dark
and in every moment we will know
we will know the weight
of the love we never knew
because while we were on Earth,
we came and we built and we cherished
by ourselves, quietly, always in hiding, always in fear
this monstrous dungeon we made for ourselves
and we shall come back here
and we shall remain
No indeed, your mother is not here.
Welcome to Motherless.com

Video of girl masturbating on favorites the other day.

I can seem to find it, it was in favorites just a couple days ago, it was a really hot girl, in one of those beautiful agony videos, where it only shows their face.

ty =)

definition of AGONY -- finally finding a porn vid with a chick you've been fantasizing about for years....and it's only 15 seconds long and no audio.

I have always fantasized about women kidnapped and tied up. It probably started with the old "Batman" TV show, then police shows with sexy young victims. Back then, we didn't have serial killers, we had psychopaths. I would check out the TV Guide for that word, hoping to see some young lovely abducted, tied, and helpless.

As the years went on, I discovered detective magazines, with their bondage covers and lurid headlines: "Let's Rape the Girl Next Door!" The mix of the fear and helplessness of the victims, and the fact that they almost never got away alive, mixed together to turn my fantasies darker. I especially enjoyed strangling, but also liked hanging and bagging. The idea that you could stop, let her get her breath, then resume the fun, prolonging her agony indefinitely really turned me on.

I tend not to like scenarios with female assailants, only because I like to imagine myself in that role. I also generally don't like more than one attacker, for the same reason. I'm a solitary predator, and I'm selfish about keeping my prizes for myself.

Pauline The Slut - Part 29: dog House  
 I don't know how many times he fucked me that night. It felt like he was making up for lost time. In the morning we were awoken by Beth wearing a giant strap-on. "Mind if I join you."  
 

She lay on the bed with the giant phallus pointing upwards. Even by the standards of some of the cocks and dildos that had fucked me, this was big. She motioned for me to mount her. Donal looked on with interest. I straddled the cock and started to work it into me. After several minutes I still had only managed to fit a small piece in.  
 

"I think she needs some help." Beth said to Donal. He stood up on the bed behind me and pushed down on my shoulders. I let out a scream as a good inch of cock stretched my cunt. Then another push as my screams tore through the house. A few more pushes and I was impaled on the strap-on. 
 

Beth started to jerk her hips upwards pushing further into me. Donal pushed me forward and shoved his cock against my asshole. Another scream tore from my throat.  
  

The bedroom door opened and my husband walked in with his arm around the young Mexican girl. They were both naked. He surveyed the scene with a smile on his face. He got on the bed and forced his cock into my mouth while the Mexican got between his legs and licked his asshole out.  
  

Donal stayed for a week during which time I never left his bed. His stamina was unbelievable. Encouraged by his father, he treated me as a slave. Beth brought him instruments to torture me with. Each day she would push him further. I was worn out, my body ached and was covered in bruises. I was glad when he returned to work.  
  

When he left I returned to living out in the garden.  
  

Builders arrived the next week and the house was gutted and rebuilt over the next three months. I was a fucktoy for the builders day in, day out. Every morning would start with them taking me out of the cage and gang banging me in the garden.  
  

One day I would be bound with my mouth forced open and used as a toilet, another day the cement mixer was switched on with me tied to it. They were always coming up with ideas to amuse themselves. I only seen my husband and Beth when they came to check the work.  
  

Finally, the house was built, there was an indoor pool, a gym and a sun room which ran the length of the house. There was, as I discovered later, a cellar complete with all the equipment from my chamber and a lot more things which I didn't no their purpose when I first saw them. 
  

There was a dog house with a fence for me. 
 

They had a house warming party. I had to entertain the crowd by performing with a dildo. In another room my videos were on the TV screen. Donal was there and he'd brought some friends. Later that night and for most of the next day they gangbanged me. When they left it was three days before I could walk again.  
  

The following weekend they had a party for a select group of friends. Gary and Ellie were there as was Tony and Terri. I had to serve the food and the drink. After, Beth put a collar on me and connected a chain. She handed the chain to the Mexican girl who brought me down to the cellar.  

The guests followed. There was a tiered seating area like a cinema and they all sat down including Beth and my husband. The Mexican strapped my hands behind my back and chained my ankles wide apart to bars in the ground. She then lowered a bar from the ceiling which had two elastic cables with toothed clamps attached. She pulled one down and attached it to my left nipple. She let the clamp go and the elastic pulled the clamp with my nipple attached back towards the bar. I let out a scream. She did the same to my right nipple. I screamed again.  

"Please stop you're pulling my nipples off, the pain is too much for me" I cried.  
  

She picked up two long needles and pushed them through my nipples. As I tried to pull away the toothed clamps tore into me. I was in agony. I watched in terror as she came towards me with a candle and poured burning wax onto my nipples and breasts. I twisted and turned to avoid the wax which resulted in the clamps biting harder into me.   
 

My brain was overloaded with pain.  
 

She then rolled a machine with a leather dildo between my legs. She pressed some buttons and the dildo started to invade my cunt. When it was more than halfway inside me she pressed another button, the dildo started to expand inside me while its pounding speeded up.  
 

She then returned with the candle and poured the burning wax onto my breasts again and then on the entrance of my cunt where the machine had stretched me beyond what I thought possible. I heard my screams rip from my throat before I passed out. 
 

She brought me back to consciousness. The machine had been removed. She held up another needle and pierced my labia. My screams echoed throughout the cellar. She brought down a third elastic cable and attached the clamp to the needle. When she released the cable, the clamp sprang upwards taking my labia with it. I howled like a wild dog from the pain. She repeatedly pulled on the cable and let it spring back.  
 

 Then with her other hand she grabbed the cables attached to my breasts and done the same in unison with my labia. I felt pain like never before. My body couldn't take much more.   
  

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beautiful agony video that was up here a while ago. a group of girls were masturbating together. anyone have it?

Pauline The Slut - Part 45: Hannah's Next  
 
 Another dog was brought in and my husband took the leash from the twin. He walked the dog in front of Hannah. When she saw the dog she suddenly realised the full extent of what had been happening behind her. Then the horror of what was going to happen next came to her. She screamed and her body started to shake uncontrollably. She tried to move but was bound tightly to the table which stood firmly in place.  
 

"Meet your new lover." my husband taunted her.  
 

He stepped towards her bringing the dog face to face with her. "Kiss" he commanded the dog. The dog started to lick Hannah's face with his long wet tongue. She tried to turn away but without success.  
 

"Kiss him" my husband ordered Hannah. She kept her mouth firmly closed. My husband pulled on the leash halting the dogs licking. The dog growled bearing his fierce teeth at Hannah.  
  

"If you don't kiss him he's going to bite your face off." my husband told her. Tears streamed from her eyes as the dog growled threateningly. She opened her trembling mouth and stuck out her tongue. 
  

"Kiss" he ordered the dog. The dog's tongue started again entering her open mouth. We all watched as the two tongues intertwined. Her face was coated in dog saliva.  
 

"Open you're eyes and look into the camera" Hannah was instructed. She opened her eyes and looked straight at the twin who was filming the scene just as the dog's tongue entered her mouth again. After a few minutes filming, my husband pulled on the leash dragging the dog away from Hannah's face. The dog growled in disappointment before realising that he was been dragged towards Hannah's cunt.  
 

He eagerly pounced into position behind her. His tongue now licking in long streaks between her ass and cunt. The filming continued, one camera recording the action and another recording the agony on her face. The dog's tongue was now penetrating her cunt. It was obvious he had done this before. An agonising cry came from Hannah's throat. Despite the degradation of being used by a dog the tongue was bringing a response from her cunt.  
 

She squeezed her eyes shut as a barely audible moan escaped her mouth. Her body jerked as the tongue found her spot. Working at speed the tongue drilled deeper into her. She shrieked as her orgasm approached. Before she could enjoy the moment my husband pulled the dog away.  
 

She opened her eyes, the look of want so different from her look of terror a few minutes earlier. Her body continued to jerk seeking release. The dog was pulling at the leash wanting to continue with his bitch.  
  

My husband loosened the leash, "Mount her" he commanded. The dog instantly leapt up on Hannah. His massive thick cock hung over her menacingly as drool from his mouth fell on to her neck. He positioned himself  lining his cock up with her cunt. 
 

"No!" she mumbled though her quivering body betrayed her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her cunt lips. She shuddered. With his first thrust he forced over an inch into her small cunt. She screamed like never before as the pain ripped through her. The dog pressed harder forcing another inch of his thick cock up Hannah's cunt. 
 

"No, it's too big" she screamed out. Her eyes shot wide open as he slammed further up her tight cunt. She was being stretched like never before. "Please stop" she whimpered as the dog buried himself further into her. He had now just over half his cock inside Hannah's young body.  
  

Hannah let out another scream in agonizing pain as her cunt was stretched further and further. The massive cock tore through her tiny cunt.  
 

"AHHHHHHHHHGGGGHHHH!!!" she cried out.  Her young cunt was being forced wider and wider by the invading cock. The pain became excruciating as the dog's massive cock pushed forward and harder. It looked like she was going to pass out.  
 

"UHHHHHH!!!AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hannah suddenly screamed so loud that everyone in the room jumped. She continued screaming as the dog made one final push burying the remaining length of his cock into her. Now that he was completely inside her his tempo began to increase. He pulled back and then powerfully slammed his length into her. He continued, harder and faster.  
 

The dog was grunting and then let out a long, low growl of pleasure as he slammed frantically into Hannah's cunt a final time. He was deep inside her when his body shuddered as he released his cum. Hannah had passed out.   
 

Several minutes passed before the dog released himself from the abused cunt. A flood of dog cum dripped from Hannah's hole. Anne was dragged over to her daughter and forced to eat the cum from her daughter's cunt.  

Omegle is awesome! A quick side note: I'm in my late 20's, straight, and an ex gf got me into like prostate play, but I have NO interest in men. If you haven't tried it, you don't know what you're missing. And I don't want to hear anything about gay here. I just don't care. Just like there will be no pictures here.

So just a few nights ago I decided to go on omegle and play with some of my toys. I usually do unmonitored video section and hope a girl pops up. I usually have a bigger dildo out and girls always do a double take when seeing it. Then about two thirds of the girls usually want to see me play with the dildo and get fucked by it. It's fun having a young girl watch and be amazed at it. But eventually it get old with 99% of the others just guys with dicks out. So that's when I start going to the texting section where you can pick topics.

For a while at first I started using the topics bi and lesbian, but I found most girls in the lesbian section have no interest in a guy with toys. That's when I started doing just bi/bisexual topics. The first thing I'd say to every match was "I'm over here playing with my toys (;" and ask for their asl. If it's a guy, on to the next, but if its a girl the fun begins again. Usually I say I'm 18-21.

There's a lot of younger girls there, but this is about a girl I found who's 18. She told me her asl and she ended up being in the same state as me. We narrowed it down closer and closer, until turned out she lives in the same city, about 20 minutes away! I kept an image of the chat record and will post a copy of the conversation, but to summarize it, I told her I was 21 and she really liked the idea of me playing with my toys, and that even she'd like to ride the the long 12" double dildo with me. I tried to get her to text me but she didn't want to give her number out to a stranger. So after we talked a bit more, I asked if she had a toe we could talk on later. That's when omegle crapped out on us with "technical difficulties"!

I was a bit pissed at omegle there but hoped something would happen. I kept scrolling through new partners, pasting my "playing with toys" line, and after a few minutes, I found her again!

Our second conversation went very differently. I found out she has a beautiful name, and from there it went from talking about her little vibrator, to anime, and 50 Shades of Grey. And by the end of a much longer conversation, she decided she was pleasantly surprised and that I wasn't a stranger anymore. She decided she wanted to text now.

That was three nights ago I believe (it's hard to tell because we've been staying up texting til 3-5am each night) and we've been getting very sweet and flirting with each other. Then last night, when she had a sleep over with her cousin, little sister, and a friend all in her bed, our texts started turning into heavy sexting. But she couldn't do anything for being squished between two girls in bed. By the end of the night she was telling me how wet her pussy was for me, that she was in agony not being able to relieve herself, and when she knew how excited she was getting me, she begged me to cumm for her. I did, and after some more flirting, she wanted me to cum again for her, telling me how much she wants to help take care of me and clean me off with her mouth and that I can only imagine what she's going to do when she finally gets real a taste. After she made me cum twice last night, she starts talking about how turned on she got me by thinking about "taking and spanking her naughty ass" (her words) and now I can't wait to find out what's going to happen next.

Now we've been flirting more and more heavily over the days and building up to getting together. She really wanted to see fireworks together and get a fourth of July kiss but we're both too busy that night, so instead now she can't wait for what I told her would be our own personal private fireworks that we could make. But I still have to tell her I'm ten years older than her, not three, and I'm still wondering if she'll love it or hate it. But from our texts, I think it's going to be a good surprise for her.

I'm going to go through the two logs of our chat next and edit out a few details. Then I'll post them for you guys to enjoy too.

But first, just how awesome omegle is... Another girl I met that same day there, that I won't go into much detail about, told me she was a virgin and a bit young, and she was very curious to see what dildos looked like. I toe'd her some pics and videos, telling her how good it feels when she finally get to stretch that pussy and ass to take something. At first she was curious, then said it looked kind of gross and dirty seeing anal for the first time, but shortly after she's asking me to teach her where her clit is and show her more of my toys... now that's a awesome toe log that I'm saving with pics that motherless won't approve of. d:

And that's it for now!

Who here amongst us hasn't smothered our first screams of agony and ecstasy in the cool crisp pillows of a Hilton Garden Inn?

I confess, I want to tie up and torture my sister's size 5.5 feet. Hearing her scream in agony would turn my dick so hard.

I confess that I enjoy hurting heroin addicts........

I'm having a problem that is getting out of hand. I'm a well off man in my mid 20s but I have a bad fetish where I enjoy abusing women during sex and enjoy seeing them in pain. I had a girlfriend that would allow me to do what ever I wanted to her and when we broke up I've started directing my attention to prostitutes that are hooked on heroin. I'll look for the girls that are at the bottom end of their drug cycle. These girls have such a high level of desperation they will tolerate any kind of abuse to get a fix. These girls are tough and are used to being slapped in the face. I won't pretend that they enjoy it though.

For some reason I enjoy seeing the agony on their faces when start ramming my cock in her ass. Its not the pain they are enduring that turns me on its their struggle with it. I have brought a few women to tears through anal sex and for some sad reason that's when I enjoy sex the most. For a moment watching these women over come the pain is the most beautiful thing in the world. Then when I orgasm just like the the feelings gone then I feel so guilty over it. I feel so ashamed. The moment its over I feel so bad for them. So far I've only had one girl become angry with me after wards. The other girls seem to like "understand" my problem for some reason, as if it happens to them all the time. By the time I get to the girls they are already sick from withdrawal. So to help ease their suffering I'll drive them to their seller so they can get their fix. One girl that was crying and screaming during our session even fell asleep in my arms after she had injected. She seemed so at peace considering how much I roughed her up when I raped her earlier. Funny thing is she kept saying I didn't rape her.

PUNISHMENT MANIFESTO: I read through tons of the pathetic posts on the MOTHERLESS message board and it disgusts me. Bogus pictures downloaded, false stories about sexual adventures told and just plain stupidity displayed by weak-minded clowns guised by the pervert aesthetic. Well let me assure you that my confession is from my black heart and isn�t some cry for attention. Those who can resonate to my experiences and visions may perhaps understand what my being craves. Those who don�t will NEVER understand.

Let me begin by saying I have always been lured in by the darker side of life. Since I was a child, violence and sex fascinated me. My upbringing was pretty average, I wasn�t molested or abused. But I loved to see people get hurt and anytime I could see nude female flesh (real or porn) I couldn�t resist. So my identity was born, not molded. I just evolved as time went on.

I started off a voyeur, watching my single mother next door neighbor undress at night and sometime even have sex. It was a turn on to watch and not be seen. When I got older I started to roam the town in search of new sights.

When I became sexual active I couldn�t have so-called normal sex. It had to be aggressive and degrading to the girl. I usually dated girls with bad reputations so I felt like they were getting what they deserved. When I dated a girl who was semi-normal, if she teased me I made sure she finished! Any cunt that lets you rub your cock on her pussy is asking for it!

Later I got involved in S&M and other sexual ritualistic actions. By then my mind had surpassed my body. It was the ideas in my head that led me to my vices, not my cock. And in my world I was GOD! My rules and my pleasures! If you entered my circle you would indeed be consumed by the blackness of my soul.

Enough of all that bullshit for now! I just wanted to give you a background on where I came from. What am I now?

I AM THE ONLY! HE WHO PUNISHES THE WHORES!

The pain I inflict on them brings me to a place of orgasmic ecstasy! Their agony is my muse and their flesh is my canvas. Is it wrong to stalk those who flaunt themselves and flirt with every man with a cock? These so-called strong single women need to be taught a lesson! If they play the slut, they shall indeed be treated like a slut! Don�t get me wrong, I am not just some women hater. In fact I feel every man should have a good one by his side. But the others who think fucking a variety of men makes them independent women should be put in their place. And if the whore is married and cheating on her husband, then she should be abused like the slut she is! Do you understand what I am saying. Not ALL women should be dealt with, just the ones who deserve it. And there are MANY of them out there!

I have done things to women some people couldn�t stomach. Bringing them to a realization that I was in control of their whole fucking existence! My baptism of bondage, bruises, blood and pain shows them the light of my darkness. The scar I leave will never heal and the memories will last forever. Just like their first kiss or the first time they had sex. I take pride in my art. Yes, I may go to far and do some damage to their psyche, but it is the price I am willing for them to pay! And my mission will continue.

Are you willing to die or pay for what you do? Are you that committed? Well, I am! My life is my art and my art is my passion and lust! My Holy Trinity is PAIN, SUFFERING and BRUTALITY! There is no right or wrong, just being. And the modern harlots that dare to flaunt their sexuality so easy shall be made to live up to their actions in my church of agony. In the pit they will find their salvation in my den of damnation! You whores know who you are. Remember that when you are alone. You never know when a �God� will decide to shine down his wrath on you? And I AM GOD!!!!!!!!!

Ars longa, vita brevis

Let's share some RAPE videos. I've poked around motherless and there are some interesting shit but the ones that look real are very rare indeed.
I wanna hear screams and see agony on the bitch's face; not the "real" ones where they pretend.
Don't care if they're actually real, as long as they LOOK real.

Like this one:

As sort of a prank I waited till my wife was passed out after a few drinks and I got a hand pump used to blow up baloons and slid the tip in her ass. I slowly pumped her FULL of air until her stomach was visably full and air was farting out on its own because she was so full. Then I quickly put the pump under my pillow, laid down next to her and turned the light out like I was asleep to see what would happen next he he he. It was even funnier then I ever expected!

She started to groan and stir a little, then let out the longest loudest "fart" I've ever heard! Then she starts getting out of bed moaning and bitching about her stomach hurting real bad, and on her way to the bathroom shes blowing ass the whole way! At this point I'm doing everything that I can to hold my composure acting like I just woke up too and was wondering what's going on. She busts into the bathroom leaving the door open so I can see her sitting on the toilet from where am in bed. She's blasting those loud bowl farts one after another and she's obvisouly in major agony saying shit like "Oh god, what's happening!? What the fuck?"

I'm concerned that he's in pain but busting up because of what I'm seeing and hearing! After about 5 miniutes of every kind of fart imagineable, huge and small, squeaky and bellowing, she Literally collapsed on the bathroom floor naked with a towel under her head. She is still farting every 20 or 30 seconds but now they sound like normal farts and she is quiet instead of pleading to anyone that would answer to make it stop.

After about a half an hour she finally got up and came to bed Still popping off farts. We sat up in bed and smoked a joint and discussed what could have caused a gassy reaction like that and we settled on the guacamole that we had eaten earlier that night.

When I originally started this prank I had full intentions if telling her what I had done, but when I realized that I pumped her WAY too full and ended up causing her an hour of pure agony and confusion, I decided that it was best if I agreed with her; "That must have been some fucked up guacamole."

I confess, I have just shaved all my pubes off and its fucking hard to do, having loose skin round your ball-sack does not make it easy.

I use a set of hair clippers, Have used a razor in the past but that left me feeling really sore, Using clippers leaves sharp bristle bits that dig in.

I have tried waxing before (my wife is a beauty therapit) but that was agony and I got her to stop after one strip.

Are there any men out there that have used hair removal creams? How easy is it, Does it work well around your balls / anus, What are the results liek, How long does it last before you nmeed to do it again?

Any advice would be very helpfull.

anyone have a name and password for the site "beautiful agony"

I have a fantasy. I meet up with a baby raping pervert online. We hook up in the woods luring him there under the pretense of a sexual encounter. I take him into the woods and that's when the fun begins!

First, I smash his knees with a bat! Now immobile, I butt fuck him so he knows what it's like to be raped! Then, oh this is the best part, I crucify him, driving 15 penny nails into his wrists and ankles! Then open his belly, while he's still alive, watch as the woodland scavengers feast on his living organs. Oh and I take the same bat and I finish off his bones! All of them!

Then at our most grandiose moment, as he screams in agony, I toss salt into his gut and open wounds and leave him to die!

HUGS and KISSES you pedo bastards! Stay the fuck away from our kids!

I really want to see a young slut, riding on an sybian that has been elevated a few feet high, so that her pretty little feet dangle. Weights will be tied to her ankles and her hand's tied behind her back so that she cannot lift herself off. The Sybian should be set on high, and she should be left alone with the remote just out of reach. Thinking about her moaning turn gradually from blissful to sheer agony get's my cock so hard.

I fancy being fucked in my ass, Im a guy, not gay just want to try being fucked.
I get the impression it is painful for many. Has anyone had pain free and absolute agony sex? In fact how was it for you?
Thnx

look momy cum intense agony orgasm

Looking for a video on this site of a girl masturbating on the beach. She is alone and states in the video that she is filming for the website Beautiful Agony. She has a second camera positioned so that it is filming only her face.

My favorite video I’ve ever made, beautiful agony orgasm!  I came SO damn hard!

Can anyone find videos of women (legal please) playing with themselves under the covers, or under the desk secretly? I seen a video of a girl playing with herself and trying to act normal. Its very hot. Not beautiful agony please, but just webcam girls doing it. Please help!

Pauline The Slut - Part 12: My First Women

On Friday he came home around midday. He went upstairs and came down with two suitcases. "I left your clothes on the bed. Hurry and get dressed." A few minutes later I came down dressed in a black leather mini skirt and black leather bra. Our trip in the car went by in silence. After an hour and a half we turned down a forest road. 10 minutes later we went through a gate and along a track until we arrived at a cabin.

We went inside. He had me make some lunch. After we'd eaten we went to one of the bedrooms. He took a black babydoll and thong out of one of the cases and told me to put them on. When I changed he picked up the camera and took some photos of me. After 10 or 15 minutes there was a knock on the bedroom door. He opened the door and a man came in. They shook hands. He was Gary and in his 40s. A little taller than my husband, he had fair hair."Come here slut."I went over to them."What are you.""I'm Pauline and I'm a slut.""She is still in training and needs plenty of discipline." I was mortified as he went on to describe the things he had done to me.Gary then brought us to the other bedroom at the end of the corridor. I froze when I saw a woman standing by the window dressed exactly like me but in red. She was about 40, slim with black hair. I felt sick as it dawned on me what was going to happen. The thought of having sex with another woman had always repulsed me. But there was no doubt that it was about to happen. This was one of the awful things my husband had promised to have me do."This is my fuck slave wife, Ellie."My husband told me to go stand beside her. He and Gary started taking photos of us."Smile slut" my husband said. "Put your arms around each other "

"Kiss"I hesitated but Ellie turned to me and kissed me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I didn't move.

My husband came over and grabbed my nipple. "You will do everything Gary and I tell you to do. If you don't we will spend all weekend torturing you. It's your choice. Now kiss and lots of tongue in her mouth and in her pussy."Ellie and I kissed again. This time I used my tongue."Slut massage the fuck slaves breast while your kissing her." Gary demanded."That's it, play with her nipple.""Now get on the bed."We moved to the bed. I hadn't noticed the three video cameras before, one placed each side of the bed and one placed at the end. Gary switched them on.We were told to lie facing each other and kiss. I was told to smile and enjoy myself. Ellie knew exactly what to do. She was running one hand up and down my body while the other caressed my hair. Gary told me to take her babydoll off and kiss her neck and make my way to her breasts and kiss and suck both her nipples. My hands were shaking as I removed her babydoll exposing her small pert breasts. I couldn't bring myself to move down to her breasts.
"Ahhhh." My body was convulsed in pain. I looked around. Gary was holding some kind of electric baton. He prodded me again. My body was rocked in agony. He bent down over me. "You're going to kiss and suck every piece of the fuck slave's body. You're going to be lovers. Refuse or hesitate again and I'm going to shove this up your cunt and fry you. Now get kissing and sucking those tits and do everything we tell you." He then prodded me again.When I recovered, Ellie put her arm around me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. Knowing what awaited me if I did nothing I returned her kiss. I ran my hand across her chest taking one of her breasts and massaging it. I broke away from our kiss and lowered my lips to her breasts taking her nipple in my mouth. She let out a sigh as I ran my tongue around her tip. I started to suck as she pressed my head against her breast. After a few minutes she moved my head to her other breast.I heard my husband tell me to slip my hand inside her thong and finger her pussy. I moved my hand down her stomach until I reached the waistband. I shuddered as I slipped my hand inside the thong and felt her slit. I lingered there, repulsed at the idea of going any further. Then I heard Gary slap the baton against the bed.I swallowed hard and moved my hand between her legs. Ellie spread them wide giving me full access to her vagina. I rubbed along her slit before I pushed a finger inside and moved it in and out. My husband told me to insert a second finger and quicken my pace. Ellie responded to my fingering, lifting her behind off the bed and meeting my thrusts. Gary focused a camera on her vagina. He had me remove her thong and push three fingers in her. She was now starting to pant hard.I was told to remove my clothes."Now get your head down between her legs and start licking her cunt." my husband said.I let out a cry. My worst fear was being realised. I froze looking at Ellie's vagina. She moved her hand down and spread her lips apart in anticipation. I still couldn't move. Then Gary came towards me with the baton. He turned to my husband and said "Grab her legs and spread them so I can fry her cunt."My husband grabbed my legs. I tried to kick out but he was too strong. I looked to Ellie for help but she was excited by the prospect and started to rub herself vigorously. My legs were spread and Gary shoved the baton inside me. His finger hovered over the power button. I begged him not to."I beg you don't do it. I'll lick her, I swear. Please don't do this."Gary started to fuck me with the baton. "What are you going to do slut.""I'll lick her vagina, just don't switch it on'"He shoved the baton further in, pushing it in and out as roughly as he could. "Say it properly slut. It's not a vagina, it's a cunt. And you're not just going to lick it, you're going to eat it. You're going to stick your tongue all the way up her cunt and give her a tongue fuck. Say it."I was trembling with the fear that he would switch the baton on. My vagina was being brutalised by the rough treatment it was getting. I couldn't take any more pain."I'm going to eat the fuck toys cunt and stick my tongue into her cunt and give her a tongue fuck." Gary and my husband smiled at each other. They had me get between her legs. My husband took one of the cameras so he could film real close. When I was in position Gary pushed the baton into my vagina. "Do it right or I'll fry you."I stuck my tongue out and licked along her slit. Gary started to direct me, telling me to increase my pace, having me suck her clitoris and insert my tongue. I tried to block out what was happening but Gary's constant instructions made me too aware of my predicament. Ellie started to respond, moaning and moving her hips. She grabbed my hair pulling my face right into her vagina while at the same time grinding herself on my tongue. I was forced to push my tongue in as far as it would go. After several minutes of my tongue work Ellie started to cum. I got my first taste of a woman cumming.When she finished I thought I could relax. However the men had other ideas. My husband handed his camera to Ellie and took off his clothes. He lay on the bed and told me to mount him. Ellie started filming us as I moved up and down on his cock. I then felt Gary get on the bed behind me. He pushed me forward on to my husband and positioned his cock against my ass."Noooooo......" I screamed and struggled to get up. My husband grabbed my two arms keeping me in place as Gary got into position. I let out an agonising scream as he pushed inside me. I now had two cocks inside me. In all my nightmares I had never envisaged this happening to me.

I heard my husband tell Ellie "Come here fuck slave and film her face. I want a souvenir of that pain in her eyes."By now the two of them were in rhythm fucking my two holes. My screams just seem to excite them more. Both their cocks were fully inside my vagina and ass. After what seemed like hours they started to cum. Finally Gary got up and my husband pushed me off him and got up off the bed. He took the camera from Ellie."Spread your legs slut." Ellie got between my legs and started licking the cum from my vagina. She pushed her tongue in as far as she could. When she cleaned it out she did the same to my asshole. My husband leaned down and said to me "It'll be your turn to do that to the fuck slave later."I cried as she continued to work her tongue up my ass. What had become of me. A few weeks ago I was a happily married wife and mother. Now I was just something my husband used and abused for his pleasure. My life was destroyed.

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Pauline The Slut - Part 2: The Nightmare Continues

After the shower I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting in the lounge reading. I headed for the kitchen to make lunch. "Stop" he said "get back upstairs and put on your yellow dress and a pair of heels. And no underwear. Hurry, I'm hungry." I stood there confused. "Are you still here. Do you want to be punished." I turned and quickly went upstairs.

When I came down again I was in the yellow dress and 4 inch heels. He looked me up and down. "Open the top 3 buttons and the bottom 3." he ordered. When I'd finished there were just 2 buttons holding the dress together. My breasts were exposed and you could see right to the top of my legs. As I went to the kitchen he said that I was to wear dresses and skirts until I got some slut outfits. 

My my head was spinning as I made lunch. We ate lunch at the table. When he had finished he ordered me on the table in front of him. 

"Spread your legs, slut." My vagina was completely exposed to him. "Very nice, now make sure it stays that way. I don't ever want to find a hair down there again." He then leaned forward and licked my vagina. I jumped. "Stay still, slut." He licked up and down my labia. I was so humiliated. How could he lick me there. I felt his tongue enter me and probe about. He then withdrew and sucked on my clitoris. I shuddered. I tried to resist but could feel my body respond. He continued for about 15 minutes switching between my clitoris and inside my vagina 

He then stood up, removed his clothes and got up on the table. He positioned himself between my legs and then drove his cock into my wet vagina. He then kissed me. I moved my head away. I wasn't going to kiss him after what he had been doing. 

He grabbed my nipple and pinched it so hard. I screamed. "Now kiss me, slut." He said "and use your tongue. Make sure you taste your cunt". He continued to pinch my nipple until I kissed him. I could taste myself off him. I wanted to get sick. By this time his cock was pounding me hard. "Does your cunt taste good" he asked and started kissing me again. I felt his hands grab my ass cheeks, then a finger entered my asshole, then a second. He worked them in and out in rhythm with his cock. I felt like I was being torn apart. My ass really hurt.

He broke from the kiss and looked down on me. "You're a slut." he said "what are you." He couldn't want me to answer, could he. He moved down to my breast and bit my nipple. The pain ripped through me and my scream filled the room.

"What are you." he asked again. "Please, don't make me say it." I begged.

"Ahhhhh." He'd bit my other nipple. "What are you." I looked into his eyes searching for some mercy " I'm your wife, the mother of our children." I sobbed.

The pain was intense as he bit down hard on my nipple again. I screamed as my body was rocked with the pain. "What are you." 

I was defeated. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I stammered, tears rolling down my face. 

"I can't hear you."

"I'm a slut." I sobbed louder. 

"Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you"

"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered.

"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut."

"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside me, lodging his fingers all the way up my ass. Soon I felt his penis erupt and spill his semen in me. When he finished he got up off the table and wiped his cock in my dress.

"Your going to make such a good little slut." he said as he looked down at me "I'm going to enjoy using your body as a fuck toy. We'll have dinner at 7. I'm going to shower and then watch some TV. When you've cleaned yourself up put on a blouse and skirt and bring me a beer." He picked up his clothes and before leaving turned to me and asked "What are you."

"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."

"Good slut, remember that."

He went upstairs. I lay on the table, turned sideways, pulled my knees up under my chin and cried. What had happened me. My mind was in turmoil, my nipples were in agony and my asshole was hurting. His semen spilt from my vagina on to the table. My life as a respectable wife and mother was turned upside down. Maybe he'd realise what pain he'd caused me and everything would go back to the way it was. He might be having some sort of breakdown. I'll make his favourite dinner and show him what a good wife I am. That's what I'll do. There has to be some way out of this nightmare.

I confess I tried that raw ginger up the arse thing on my wife. She had an idea it would sting but when I shoved it up there, she started screaming in agony and begging me to take it out. The pain made her bum hole constrict and it disappeared right up inside. It took me ages and a lot of fiddling around to get a hold of it and finally pull it out. She was writhing in severe pain, crying and calling me a bastard. This went on for ages until eventually, still sobbing and shaking, she told me it was itchy now and she wanted me inside her.
Yes, you guessed it. I couldn't resist the invitation so plunged my cock up there as deep as I could. The bitch had been lying. It wasn't itchy it was still burning like hell. Instantly my cock felt like it was on fire. I was in agony and with her arse constricting around it I couldn't immediately whip it out. Somehow with her writhing in pain and wriggling around it felt too good to stop, so I started fucking her arse hole. I was still in pain but my cock was rigid and bursting to cum. I fucked her as hard as I could and thankfully in only a few moments I ejeaculated into her. The cum must have soothed the pain for her a bit and it lubed her up, so I could get it out of there.
We both lay on the bed in pain for ages, with my ginger flavoured cum dribbling out of her bum hole.
Now, I know what you're thinking - pics or it didn't happen. But I wasn't going to grab my phone and take a few snaps with my cock in burning agony.
Moral of the story, try it if you want to see your woman in a lot of pain, but don't let the bitch dupe you into fucking her until the effects have worn off.

GERMANY 1944 - A MOM-DAUGHTER STORY OF SEX AND VIOLENCE

Paola, the chief interrogator for Himmler’s SS, was the perfect example of that. She had no limits to her depravity. No loyalty even to her family would stop her from following the orders of her Nazi masters. It was rumored that she was once one of Himmler’s own mistresses. She may have been too hard even for him. Two bodies of young beautiful victims were once seen being dragged out of the Himmler’s bedroom after Paola had had her fun with them. Both were gutted from crotch to sternum. A sign of torture all over their bodies and obviously torture was focused on their genital area. This was her reputation but could even she be as demonic as what she was accused of doing to her own daughter?

As a test of her loyalty, Paola was told that her daughter was seen talking with resistance leaders and was suspected of being a spy. He wanted to know the truth and if the daughter was a traitor did that mean that the mother was too? The best way to find out was to have Paola do the interrogation.

Paola had her daughter, Daniela, dragged to her basement interrogation area. Her henchmen had the young girl tied up her arms over her head wrist tied to a ring in the ceiling.

Paola was alone with her. She simply asked her daughter if the rumors were true and Daniela of course denied it. This response pleased Paola because she now had a reason to torture her own daughter.

She started by showing Daniela a foot long sharp knife. She held it up to the girl’s face and enjoyed watching the terror in the young girl’s eyes. Paola pressed the knife to Daniela’s belly then under her shirt she ripped up tearing the shirt in half, exposing her daughter’s firm young breasts. The girl screamed and pleaded ‘how can you do this to me, mother?’ That was all music to Paola’s ears.

“Because I like it” she said.

Her daughter’s nipples were hard and pointed due to fear no doubt. Paola pressed the sharp end of the knife under her daughter’s right nipple. She could feel the slight pressure and then a shape pain as the edge cut into the little nipple and caused a small amount of blood to seep out. The girl screamed. Paola laughed. “Just tell me the truth and all this will stop. You have been seeing some traitors to your country have you not?”

Daniela denied it and screamed “no”. With that Paola simply pulled the knife blade up and in one smooth move cut her daughter’s right nipple off at the base. The nipple flew off and landed on the floor and Daniela screamed in pain, fear and despair. Her own mother had just disfigured her and insured that she would never suckle a baby at that breast or feel a lover suck on that perfect tip on her tit.

“The truth now, Daniela?” Paola said.

Daniela almost fainted and shook her head no.

Paola suddenly stabbed her in the belly an inch below her belly button right though her cotton trousers. The foot long knife slid right into her tight teenaged belly and ended only when the hilt pressed against her skin. She twisted the knife to the left then the right. She watched her daughter squirm and twist her body trying to move back but her tied wrist held her in place. “Wrong answer baby.” The evil Paola showed no emotion other than pleasure as she worked at painfully killing her own daughter. She would prove her loyalty to Himmler. She yanked the knife out of her daughters belly and a spray of blood followed. A loud ‘umph’ grunted out of Alessandra’s throat.

Paola pulled down Daniela’s pants and her panties. Leaving her naked and a steam of blood flowed down her belly and into her sparse pubic hair.

Paola took the bloody knife and ran the point up and down Daniela’s bush, gently scrapping it though her nether hair, not cutting her but terrorizing her in the process. The point ran over her daughter’s tinny clit and then down between her cunt lips to her virginal opening. She very carefully inserted the knife into Daniela’s cunthole. She was careful not to cut her inner walls but slid the knife deep up inside her daughter’s twat. Half way up the length of the blade.

At this point Paola was so excited that she did not care about the truth of the interrogation she only thought about the thrill of the fact that she was about to continue to torture and kill her own daughter.

Daniela was crying and begging and denying but none of that would stop Paola. She pulled the knife out a few inches then suddenly she shoved the knife way up deep into Daniela’s cunthole. She pulled the knife half way out and thrust it deeply back into her belly through the vaginal sleeve. She was knife fucking Daniela. Blood poured from between Daniela’s legs. Paola stood back to enjoy the sight. She saw the knife sticking out of her daughter’s cunthole. It was right up to the hilt buried deep into the young girl cunt.

Daniela was beyond protest. She screamed and wiggled her body twisting around taking the hard knife up her snatch.

Paola then pulled the knife up. The sharp blade cut her clit in half and then her bladder, intestines, through her belly button until it stopped at her sternum. Paola watched as the new cunt slit she created up her own daughter’s body spilled her intestines all over the floor.

She looked into Daniela’s pretty eyes as they looked at her in confusion and fear and then faded to a glassy stare as the life left Daniela’s body.

Paola reached under her short dress and fingered her own cunt to a full satisfying orgasm.

What Paola did not know was that she was doomed to her own deadly fate regardless of that occurred in her attempt get her daughter’s confession. I was the one who would give her that gift.

Paola now lay back, still splattered with her daughter’s blood. She pulled out a long cigarette lit it and took a deep breath. She felt satisfied and complete. She was wearing a black leather outfit. Paola still wore her German coat with the symbols of Nazi Germany resplendent on the epilates on her shoulder and the swastika on the arm band. She wore matching panties and bra. A swastika emblazed right over the crotch of her leather panties. As she reviewed the killing in her mind, she found her hand wandering around her body touching her breasts and then down her belly to the spot she favored between her legs. She slid her hand under the tiny bikini bottom and felt the sparse dark hairs between her legs over her mound until she reached her long smooth wet little slit. She thought of the knife shoved up her daughter’s twat and rubbed her clit again. She circled the little knob over her hood and slipped the side of the panties aside and slid in a finger from her other hand. She began to slowly fuck her cunthole as she manipulated her throbbing clit with the other hand.

That’s how Sabrina found her. Sabrina stood at the door way. Paola was oblivious of her presence. Sabrina watched as the smoke from the cigarette drifted up from Paola’s open mouth to ring over her head. Her legs were spread wide. The crotch of her Nazi uniform panties was pushed to the side showing her naked pussy, so wet and dripping and pink as her fingers raced in and out and her other hand rubbed her sensitive clit.

Sabrina hated Paola not because of Paola’s sadism since Sabrina was trying to outdo her on that point. She hated her because Paola had risen so far of the power chain and Sabrina being so young would have to wait a long while, as long as Paola lived, before she could take that position.

Sabrina walked into the room and got on her knees between Paola’s legs before Paola suddenly perceived that she was there. “Oh, Sabrina, what a surprise are you hungry girl? If so you may have desert first.” She spread her legs wider and pulled the panties crotch band further apart so that her spread open cunt slit was so evident. Taking both hands, Paola spread her lips apart showing the wet pink interior glistening with the juices she had just brought forth.

“Have a lick, girl.”

Sabrina tipped her head down and licked the full length of Paola’s sweet slit form her taint to the clit and back down again.

Paola threw her head back mouth open smoke enveloping her head and smiled. She grabbed the girl’s head and pulled Sabrina into her crotch forcing her twat against the teenagers face. She rubbed her cunt all over Sabrina’s face loving the dirty feeling it gave her. She then took her cigarette and quickly placed the flaming head on the back of Sabrina’s head. Sabrina’s scream was muffled since her mouth was pressed so tight against Paola’s crotch. Paola came at that moment. Her whole body tingled and jerked as she humped the girl’s face and pressed the hot tip of the cigarette into the back of the girl’s neck. A torrent of fluid flowed over Sabrina’s sweet face.

Sabrina managed to pull back breaking Paola’s grip. She sat back on her knees. Her butt on her heals. Her hand went to her burned neck. There were tears in her eyes. “Why the fuck did you do that, auntie?”

Paola answered, “Because it felt good to me to do it. It is a learning experience for you my little slut niece. By the way dear, I would not complain if I was you. I just killed your cousin, my own daughter. “She then laughed at the surprised expression on the little girl’s face.

“Yes she is hanging in the next room with my knife shoved up her cunt. I was thinking that a matching pair of knife fucked teenaged cunts would look nice in my photo album. You do look a lot alike. Stand up and take off your clothes or I’ll kill you right now.”

Sabrina quickly stood and just as quickly stripped off her clothes. Paola looked her body over up and down and admired the small pert tits with their stiff nipples pointed at the sky. She had a small tight belly slimming down to a prominent pubic mound covered with some light blond hair. Her cunt was almost invisible it was so small and had such a tight slit but her clit was visible at the top, much larger than normal.

Paola stood up and suddenly grabbed the girl between the legs and squeezed the delicate cunt with her right hand. She then dug in her nails on either side of the lips and pressed.

“I could rip your little snatch off with my hand before you could move. I know you don’t like me so it will not bother me a bit to ‘de-cunt’ you. Spread your legs child I think I will taste you instead. I am a fickle woman. “

The girl did as she was told and Paola expertly ate her twat. Sabrina came in Paula’s face. Paola licked up all the cum from Sabrina’s little pussy and gave her large clit a few extra sucks to get it all. She then bit the girls clit so hard that she cut it in half with her teeth stepping back to watch Sabrina’s reaction.

This was to scream again and again her hands went to her bleeding torn clit.

Paola stood there her legs open her uniform shirt bristling in all its Nazi glory. Her legs spread and the swastika between her legs twisted in such a way that her wet pussy was exposed and still dripping. She threw back her head and laughed again.

Sabrina noted the distraction in the evil yet beautiful woman. Just as Paola’s eyes returned to her, Sabrina reached over to Paola’s side table. She grabbed a stiletto left carelessly on that table. She quickly thrust it up and into Paola’s firm mound. Paola’s mouth opened in shock, surprise and pain. Sabrina followed up with an upward thrust ripping Paola’s mound open penetrating her bladder and spilling blood and urine on the floor before Paola could even scream.

Sabrina stepped back leaving the knife stuck deep in Paola’s belly. It looked obscene like a large black cock sticking out of Paola’s cuntmound.

Paola looked down and instinctively grabbed the handle she tried to pull it out but the pain intensified. She staggered backward still gripping the handle of the knife stuck deep in her lower belly.

Sabrina looked around and found another object. It was a curved sword of a Mideast origin. She grabbed it and ran at Paola again and again aimed at her crotch. She shoved the sword right up Paola’s cunthole deep to her womb.

This time Paola screamed and fell back on the floor.

Sabrina had let go of the sword too and watched as Paola withered on the floor one hand on each instrument of death sticking from her ruined crotch. Her clit had been cut directly in two by the sharp edge of the sword as traveled up her body into her womb.

Sabrina felt her orgasm building even though her own clit had nearly been severed by Paola’s teeth. She was about to cum watching her aunt die in agony and humiliation.

She got down on her knees next to Paola’s face. “How does that feel in your cunt Aunt?”

Paola was in terrible pain, she knew she would bleed out if she didn’t get help right away. But her hatred for her niece was stronger than her fear or her pain. She reached behind her back as her niece was focused on Paola’s pain ridden face, and touched the handle of the knife hidden under the band of the back of her leather panties.

“Look what you did to me you bitch. How could you do that to your own family?” Paola ironically screamed.

Sabrina took her at her word and turned her head actually turning her body. With her head just over Paula’s belly and her eyes staring at the blood pouring out of Paola’s crotch she said “yes I see what I did and it is absolutely beautiful. Too bad you can’t see the steel deep in your cunt.” She laughed but not for long.

Paola’s hand came from behind her back and thrust the knife into the left side of Sabrina’s ribs. The six inch knife when right between two ribs and stuck deep into the teenager’s heart. Sabrina felt the stab and the pain and knew she was a dead girl. She was defeated at the last second of her victory.

Sabrina’s body collapsed over her aunt. She died in seconds.

Paola’s body guard finally heard the commotion that made him think this was not the usual torture session of his mistress. He then ran into the room and saw the terrible mess in front of him.

Paola sighed with relief. Her wounds, as terrible as they felt, would not kill her if her trusted guard would get her to a doctor and save her.

He ran over and saw the opportunity he so often wished for and took advantage of it.

“Mistress I’ve always wanted to rape you and kill you but now your cunt is too messed up to do that. I might cut my dick if I fucked your evil cunt” he laughed, “but there is an alternative” he said as he unzipped, his large Nazi cock popped out. He also took his army issue knife out. He grabbed Paola’s hair and wrapped it around his cock and started jerking off on Paola’s face using her hair as a sort of lubricant. He held the knife to her neck and when he came, shooting hot sticky cum all over Paola’s face and in her hair, and he shoved the knife deep into the side of Paola’s throat severing her jugular. Blood shot out all over and mixed with the cum on her lips her cheeks, her hair and her neat Nazi jacket.

Paola was dead, humiliated, a sword up her cunt and deep into her womb, a knife in her sex mound and covered in the seamen of her favorite trusted body guard. Good help is hard to find even in Nazi Germany in 1944.

I was bored at work, so I wrote this erotic abusive domination of a guy. Hope it is okay.
(in some ways, I wish this would happen to me)
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She started to finger her already wet pussy. She could feel her nectar dripping down her inner thigh, caressing her anus and finally flowing onto the couch cushion below. Her short raven dark hair glistened in the florescent light, as her soft ghostly white fingers toyed plunged in and out of her vagina.

“What the fuck are you looking at,” she said, still finger fucking herself.

He looked down, he had to. Her rose colored dark red lips, her pale white skin, and her blue eyes were too much for him not to want her. He had always wanted her, lusting just to be in the same room with her.
“Isn’t it funny that your brother was able to fuck this pussy and you can’t? You’re such a fucking loser,” her voice was cold and he hated how she treated him.

He was kneeling right beside her. He could smell her scent which was driving him crazy. He perfume smelled sweet and her dripping juices had just the right pheromones to make his cock hungry for her. He longed to lick her clean shaven cunt, and lick her tiny little asshole clean.

“I’d better leave,” he murmured softly, getting up and turning his back to her.

She laughed, “You like the way I treat you don’t you.”

He kept walking, he heard her get up but didn’t bother to look behind him. He felt a sharp blow to his head and he was dizzy. His head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thump. The pain was intense, his head was pounding hard. He felt her tiny fists bashing away at his face, not soft, but with the force of someone trying to do some major damage.

She looked at him on the ground, bleeding. She began to remove his clothes. It took her a while, but she
finally was able to. Finding some rope, she tied him up where he lay. His hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were tied together too. She gagged him, making sure any sounds he would make out of pain would be muffled. He couldn’t cry out for help, and it turned her on.

The room spun into view, first a blurry vision of mixed scenery and then it focused. He felt something tugging on his cock, licking it, taking it into a hot wet hole. He tried to move but he couldn’t, he struggled but something was cutting into his wrists and legs. The ropes were tied tight, cutting off circulation and movement.

“And here I thought you had a little tiny cock like your brother,” he heard her voice say. He felt his cock slide deep inside her mouth, her tongue flicking the head, down the shaft. He tensed up, the ropes cut more into his skin.

“Don’t fight it,” she said, biting on the tip of his penis hard, giving him pain. He tried to scream out but it was muffled by the gag.

She was completely naked, her small perky tits were almost a silhouette to him as she climbed on top of his body. He could feel her pussy toying with his cock, but not letting him inside.

“You want to fuck this pussy don’t you?” she asked with an evil grin that frightened him.

“Don’t you?!?” She screamed and slapped his face hard.

“You’re a bad boy,” she said, burrowing her fingernails so hard into his chest she could feel clumps of skin under her nails. She gripped his chest harder, she wanted him to bleed. Gently she let his cock glide inside of her silky smooth pussy. She felt every inch of his cock, so deep, pressing on her cervix.

As she rode him she started to finger her ass, pumping his cock and her finger at the same time. She let his wet cock slide out and repositioned herself and shoved his girth in her tight asshole. She went wild, bobbing up and down, swiveling her hips, feeling is cock so deep inside her sphincter.

“Fuck you,” she said, spitting on him and slapping him, “fuck you for being so nice to me, you’re god damned pathetic. You’re not a man, your my little bitch.”

She pumped his cock deep in her ass, and pulled it out. Her mouth opened and she took all of him, every last inch. She could taste her own shit, and it turned her on. The fury of her face, bobbing up and down, her hair flipping wildly as she sucked him, licked him and stroked him, frightened him.

“Worthless ‘Mr. Niceguy’,” she yelled, clasping his testicles to make him writhe in agony. Getting up, she reared above him, straddled over him. He could see her beautiful body, a perfect body, petite and glistening with sweat. She knelt over his face, her ass arced up. He could feel warm liquid pouring onto his face, burning his wounds that she inflicted on him.

“You’re not even worth my piss,” she whispered.

Again she punched him, his face pulsated with pain, it burned with wounds that she had inflicted on him.

“This cock,” she said, grabbing his dick, “this is my cock now. I fucking own you. You’re my mother fucking slave, you little bitch. She slid her frame over his, he could feel how warm she was as her perspiration transferred to his skin.

She mounted him, smiling, sliding him in her. She could feel him pulsate with delight. Slow and steady, up and down, in and out, his rock hard cock was an exquisite delight to her. She hated him, but she also loved him. She needed this, there was no other way she could have started a relationship with him, and he was too genuine, too good, and too nice. She knew she had to break him, and she knew he wasn’t broken just yet. Breaking him would take time, but eventually he would learn to know her as his life, his world, and the only thing he ever would want or need.

She was gentle now, bucking her hips and squeezing his cock with her muscles. He let out a groan of pleasure, and with each and every movement his groans became louder. She felt him pulsating deep within her. Hot fluid streamed out of her pussy, down his shaft, it was complete. She kissed him on the forehead as his cock jumped inside her, still ejaculating white hot jets of seamen.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear.

Is there a place where it is possible to download a lot of newer Beautiful Agony videos? thanks

Wait Til Daddy Gets Home

"You stupid little cunt! Just look at what you've done! Don't you cry now, girl, you save that until your father gets home. Now get over to the wall and you just wait, girl, and you pray. You pray for mercy."
Kylie knew what that meant. She picked herself slowly up off the floor, her legs quivering, eyes stinging from tears and mascara. As she made her way to her feet she nearly fell back to her knees. Her pussy was in agony. Her labia felt like it was on fire, but that was far from the worst. The worst pain was in her clit. Every step she took shot a lightning bolt of pain through her clitoris. As she tried to move, the pain built and she felt the world begin to swim. Kylie focused all of her concentration, whatever broken will she had left, on not blacking out. When she came back to herself, she realized that she was still standing upright. More than that, she was actually walking to the corner. She wondered if she really could have been trained so well by these monsters.
She felt her hands raising slowly up above her head. They lowered again just as slowly, just as automatically, this time at the elbow. Kylie placed her hands behind her head, brushing past the the pigtails that Mama and Daddy insisted she wear in her hair. She walked as slowly as she thought would be allowed, fear welling up inside her again, despite how many times she had done this routine. She was approaching the wall; the big, blank, fucking wall.
Kylie came to stop. Her breath began to hitch. The toes of her little red heels, the ones that Mama made her wear, touched the wall softly. She spread her legs and leaned forward. She gently touched her nose, her nipples, and her knees to the wall. She cursed herself, shame exploding inside her, as she started to cry. She cried softly, silently, but even still she had hoped she'd be beyond tears by now. From behind her, she heard Mama giggling at her quietly.
"Look at you. Butt naked and presenting yourself like a fucking baboon. Are you a fucking baboon?" Kylie could hear Mama getting closer as she spoke. She felt completely powerless, shaking all over, her body aching all over.
"Yes Mama." Kylie spoke as loudly and clearly as she could. Mama hated mumblers. She just barely stopped herself from screaming as Mama snatched her hair from behind. Mama wrenched her head back, smiling down at her with absolute contempt. She ran her free hand over Kylie's breasts, trailing slowly down her stomach towards her battered, ruined pussy. Even after all this time, Kelly was still revolted by the woman's touch. Mama leaned in, running her tongue across Kylie's earlobe and whispering viciously.
"Then say it, stupid! I wanna hear the words come out of your little whore mouth." Kylie knew better than to hesitate, even with every instinct in her body telling her to squirm away from the older woman. Instead, Kylie, loudly and clearly, responded,
"I'm a fucking baboon, Mama." Kylie stared straight forward at the wall, keeping her proper posture as much as possible. That was one of the rules of the house. Kylie's heart began to pound hard in her chest as Mama's long, sharp, immaculately manicured nails scratched softly down her mound to the lips of her pussy. Kylie felt herself shaking uncontrollably as the pain in her pussy began to rise again. She was beginning to wonder how much more she could take when Mama pinched her abused, swollen clitoris between her nails. There was no holding back her scream this time. Kylie opened her mouth and let out a noise of pure anguish, somewhere between a scream and a sob. Mama let go of her hair, wrapping her hand around and holding her mouth, stifling her cries.
"Do not use that language with me, you little harlot. I brought you into this world and I am prepared to take you out of it..." She gave Kylie's clit a little pinch, sending a whole new level of pain coursing through Kylie's body, stiffening every muscle in her body. "Now, you're going to apologize to your Mama. Say, 'I'm sorry Mama. I'm a stupid, spoiled, selfish little whore. I deserve everything gives me." She gave Kylie's clit another, tighter pinch, making the damaged, nearly broken girl yelp like a dog. "Say it!"
"I-I'm s-s-sorry... Ma-maahhhh!" Kylie screamed as Mama pinched her again. Her head was swimming again. The pain was just too much. But then the thought of what might happen to her if she passed out and where she might be when woke up swam up through her thoughts. Through her sobs, screams and gasps for air, Kylie fought to get the words out. "I'm a s-s-stupid--Ooohh!--s-s-SPOILED..." The corners of Kylie's vision were begining to go dark. This was it. No more fighting it. Mama looked down at Kylie's face and saw her eyelids begin to dip. Her eyebrows raised.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Mama let go of Kylie's mouth and brought her hand down to Kylie's mound, shoving three fingers with their long, perfectly manicured nails deep inside of Kylie's raw, tight cunt. Kylie, somewhere between awake and unconscious, heard herself screaming as if from somewhere else. "Don't..." Mama hissed, thrusting her fingers hard into the helpless girl, "You..." She withdrew her fingers all the way, this time slamming four into the screaming Kylie, "Pass out!"
Kylie crumpled to the floor, unconscious, her body still twitching from the horrendous abuse. Mama looked down at her motionless form, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping Kylie's fluids from her fist. Mama pulled a cigarette from her housecoat and a silver zippo lighter. She lit the cigarette, tilted her head back to exhale. She smiled as she reached down to rub her pussy with her free hand. She just couldn't wait to see what Daddy was going to do to little Kylie when he got home.
Kylie, even as she lay unconscious, couldn't seem to escape Mama and Daddy. In her dreams, she play's over and over again the day that they took her...

End of Part 1

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