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.

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.

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 =)

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

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!

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.

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"

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!

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.

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