i truly want to find that one dominant person that is both unbelievably cruel and totally understanding at the same time. Someone that knows just how hard to push to make me evolve and to keep moving the boundaries further and further. i want to look back and see all the crazy stuff i have done and wonder how i did that.

I can't sleep at night I keep waking up.. yes I know myMaster got all the tools to break me.. but I keep wondering is that what he craves more than having me do kinky things for Him.. tomorrow is festival thing and I.. yes You broke meDevil and i am in hell worried more than mad or something like that.. keep feeling my hair one you like me to grow.. caressing my shoulders and I keep begging and praying that that wasn't all.. that I'II know regardless is everything okay.. and that regardless of everything my Master will allow me to have that rule and I keep on hoping that it was You commenting one of my posts.. Devil you know i fell on my knees and fell in love with my Master don't punish me for that regardless of how it is.. just ease my mind.. yes You make me cry and suffer wasn't that always what Devil liked.. don't refuse my desire to please even if it's fucked up.. don't take away my begging.. it feels like ages.. let me keep the rule. Regardless that You have me for eternity because You do, broken or not my Master have me.. let me keep the rule.. can't be I earned nothing.. i miss dont You just a bit? And yes You broke Your toy just because You can.. i am fucked up with You and for some reason staying there with my Master.. i fucked them and not just that just because i was begging for Your attention. will You be that cruel.. I just want to hear You are okay at end of the day.. I can't sleep or think or... my Master liked when I cried while having an orgasm when He was away.. Devil I only beg for a bit of my air please stop torturing me..
I know Devil likes my tears but Your slave just begs for Your attention a bit of it Master.. it feels so horrible will You have mercy on me?
please my Lord fix Your doll

Here I am begging for a bit attention.
Begging to put a smile on my Lords face.
And you my Master are being very cruel to your slave s.

Am I being cruel not letting my wife try a group fuck? It could end us, but if I don't let her then she could do it anyway...

We are the most cruel species on the planet; especially to one another.

Couldn’t help but to think how much this little slave changed over the years tasting that connection with the Devil. A piece that was needed the piece we find and our best bubble up. The committed connection kept on poking me, that’s why it’s so easy for Devil to keep me on my toes. And what have I been thinking about is as well the tasty soul of the Devil even tho I keep on calling him cruel and cold. One really kinky Devil but just as well what got me trapped is something more of him. Perhaps i am more scared of his soul and cope with Devil with my Devilish side. And the need to admit that, to admit slave attacks Devil just because when tasting his soul i freak out the most. And refuse to admit I believe in it. And get all crazy because deep down I believe and the connection won’t let me rest most of the time, the inability to resist to dirty things and the belief combined with taking the attention is his odd combination. Devil force me to fish haha.. if all i do is attention grabbing and all You do is attention grabbing.. then let me fish :p
You created just very nice masterpiece with devilish and such warm colors.. just look at it

I had crazy dream and wish to whisper to Him, with a smile on my face. Devil admit how much You like to break me and how cruel that is.. I woke up with a smile and the ache is so painful, desire is constant and He always let me be hungry even when He is around so that i can feel a pain from that hunger. Masks me thinking about new things I learned to please my Master, to make Him smile and lustful. His nature more pleased and the taste of leash even better..¡ ache to show that. You haven't said get ready suffer.. oh and I always miss my nightmares and i am curious just like Devil is how deep it goes when we create, when He tailor for His toy.. miss feeling like a toy.. yearning for that suffering reminders and the taste not to fadep.s ordered this type of dress..its so boring without those things.. and so tempted with all the misbehaving that hides in Your hands.. bring us Your fun Devil. Don’t You like me feeling like my Master’s slut?

I confess I let my ex husband trade me to a horny old man in exchange for his younger prettier daughter ~
I barely remember leaving the bar where we spent the night celebrating his new job.. just flashes of driving home. But I do remember being confused about why I was in the back seat of our car with a very old man. Glaring at the front seat, where I normally sat, was a thin, young blond girl. (Later finding out she was only 19). The cold air woke me up some as I walked towards our front door with my arm being held tight by the old man. Looking ahead I see my husband guiding the blonde through our front door and straight to the couch where he proceeded to ask how he could make her comfortable. We all four ended up in our living room where I was ordered to serve drinks that I was unable to have. He made it clear he wanted me awake the rest of the night. After watching him through a few drinks and some conversation, it was obvious my husband had made an agreement to swap me with that young blonde that he was pampering.
When it dawned on me what was happening I immediately looked to my right to see the obese old man grinning. He sat in a flannel plaid shirt that barely covered his beer belly and sweat pouring off him like a waterfall. He stripped nude and giggled as he told me the years of ideas he had built up for me, being the limitless toy my husband told him I was. I called out for my husband but he ignored my pleas as the old man held me down and forcefully ripped my clothes off. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening by hands were cuffed together around the foot of the couch. He left me their shivering as he made a trip to the car and bathroom. I was left to see my husband already undressing his toy gently as he kissed her slowly down her perfectly tight body and perky boobs. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I began to feel nauseous with jealousy and the betrayal of him breaking our rule about agreeing to just such events. I began to cry which prompted my husband to look up with a proud grin and say “Aren’t you happy I am getting what I deserve? Aren’t you excited to see my cock the hardest and happier that you can make it?” Then he stood and removed his clothes to reveal his throbbing, rock hard cock. I drooled with my mouth open at the sight then smiled through my tears as I remembered that his pleasure was more important than my needs or feelings. I could hear the girl begin to giggle and that was his cue to lay back down with her. I was so entranced watching the pleasure on his face I didn’t realize the old man was back in the room.
I had never seen an uglier sight as that man naked. He was setting down a small black suitcase to uncuff me from the couch. He ordered me to crawl to the dining room that was in direct view of the living room. I soon found myself tied to chair legs, stretched and on all 4’s decorated with a dog collar, leash and ass plug tail inserted abruptly. My instinct was to struggle but my training told me to be still and wait for instructions. I shook with anxiety as I waited to see the next tool we would be pulling from his suitcase. I wasn’t surprised to see a ball gag and whip. I glanced at Rick to see if he even noticed what was going on or if he was going to intervene because he had never let another man abuse me in BDSM fashion. Up until now I had only been ordered to give blow jobs to a few of his friends. To my disappointment he was totally hypnotized by his sexy girl…. still kissing and rubbing like teenagers.
My concentration was broke by the crack of the old man’s whip on my bare ass. I howled out loud as i felt the pain travel down my legs. (Once again I looked to Rick and he hadn’t even flinched). “You are my dog to train for the night” the old man demanded. “No talking, no walking up-right and obey without hesitation or you will be whipped”. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes and nodded agreeingly. He nodded back and sat in a chair facing my side and began to train his new dog. I am thankful that night was started with heavy drinking and remember only flashes and pieces of it. For what seemed like hours he sat in that chair and ordered me like a dog to sit, beg, bark and hump a pile of pillows while he stroked his old, wrinkled cock that was hiding under his belly, laughing. I remember towards the end of the training, my body was red with shame and my pussy embarrassingly wet when he had me turn around and I could finally get a glimpse of Rick. It was the exact moment he came in her with the most exhilarating look of relief and pleasure I have ever seen him have. I got lost in watching his pleasure but soon snapped out of it with a slap to my face. I hadn’t noticed the old man standing in front of me taking off my ball gag. “You should be trained enough to untie” he boasted as he freed my limbs. He told me to sit on my feet, paws up and begging like a dog. He proceeded to tie my tits individually from base to nipple with a thin wire as he explained dogs need long udders and mine were ruined anyway. After the last pull to tighten the rope he shoved his wrinkled cock in my mouth while using my hair as handles to push. As he fucked my face I could hear Rick and the girl getting dressed and giggling over drinks in the other room. Before I knew it he was pulling his cock out and walking behind me. He grabbed my leash and said “bark the whole time I fuck you or you will get beat”. That statement woke me up with flurries of shame and embarrassment knowing they could hear me. Pulling my collar tight he rammed his cock in relentlessly. I was focused on bracing myself to stay up when I realized simultaneously with a streak of pain on my back from the whip that I forgot to bark. Still squealing from pain I started reluctantly to bark with the second thrust like a hurt poodle. “Good dog” he moaned and pumped faster as he pulled my collar tight. I was gasping for air and still trying to bark when they walked in the kitchen to get a look. I thought I was about to pass out when his body finally dropped on top of me in what felt like seizures. I was unable to move at all but could hear Rick demanding I get up and bring him and our guests more beer. Even with everything going on, I was completely frozen with thoughts that a stranger just came in my pussy without protection. That old man finally rolled off of me and said “keep the collar on and bring our beers to the living room dog.” I replied with a bark and crawled to the refrigerator to drag a 6-pak with my teeth. I knew stanking would get me whipped and I think I had enough of that especially with the already burning pain from my still tied tits. I was hoping this would be the last chore of the night and they would be going home soon after.
I finally got everyone served and sitting submissively waiting for everyone to finish their chats and beers when the conversation and glares turned to me. I was visually scared and shaking as Rick explained that he had to promise me to the old man the whole night for his “special needs” & abuse in exchange for conventional sex with the blonde slut. Rick handed the girl a pretty satin nighty and told her to get comfortable and get in our bed. After she left the room he told me to lay on our coffee table, tits up. He proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the legs of the table. The fear was so great that I had my eyes closed and wanted to run.. to denounce my cuckquean title and just hide. He kicked the table hard, pulled his cock out of his pants and in his sweetest voice he said “Look at this hard cock and know how well you are pleasing me”. I replied with a simple smile and opened my eyes. He finished to say with an evil smirk “It seems ‘ol boy has a thing for paralyzed and passed out chicks, so you won’t remember much”. I immediately started to struggle with the ropes as I thought “how is he going to get me passed out”? They both laughed knowing I wasn’t going anywhere. Rick sat down on the couch watching and stroking as the old man pulled a special pill out of his pocket and before I knew it had it pushed down my throat. As I got dizzy I remember thinking at least he’s not choking me and Rick is hard looking at me.
I was awake but blurry and I became almost paralyzed. The girl walked back in the room and plopped back down on the couch next to Rick. She took over stroking his cock and remarked how she will never be an old used whore like me. The next thing I remember they were laughing and doing lines of coke off my belly then, Rick told her it was time to go to bed and leave the old man to his business. I couldn’t move to see but, I know he was leading her to our comfortable huge bed while I was strapped to a wooden table. I blacked out over and over but woke sharply to each crack of the old mans whip on my body… to vague visions of him on top of me pounding away… his huge ass cheeks smothering my face… to flashes of him grunting as he gave my tits lashings with his whip…. then to blackness.
The sun rose and I found myself still tied to the table. My tits were unbound but purple with rope marks and burns. I felt welts and pain all over my body from the thin whip he fancies and burning in my ass and pussy from an apparent long night of fucking. The ball gag was back in my mouth and could see the old man still naked sleeping on the couch next to me. I prayed Rick would wake up first telling me it was all over. I did not get that lucky. Soon he woke already grabbing his cock and staring at me. I was so sober and awake I knew I would remember and feel every disgusting touch of him and there was nothing I could do. I mumbled “the night’s over” through my gag and he replied “He said the whole night and the nights not over until he wakes up and gives back my girl”. He tied his sweaty stinky t-shirt around my mouth over the gag to muffle any possible sounds. To my surprise I saw him adjusting and turning on a video camera that I’m assuming was on all night. He came back to me and straddled the table over my face. He began to rub from his ass to his cock on my face, holding my hair and grinding. I started gasping for air and struggling when he mumbled through a sinister laugh “Don’t worry dog it won’t take long for the blue pill to kick in”. I felt the weight of his huge body lift off some minutes later with me now waiting for his next move. I felt his huge hands grap each tit like handles as he pushed his cock in to my ass. Within minutes I was covered in his sweat and mine from the pain and humiliation. The weight of his whole body thrusted his cock into me with each stroke as he was bending over squeezing and biting my tits. Without notice he pulled his cock out and rammed it in my pussy. Thrusting and shaking over me then falling and crushing me as he caught his breath from cumming. I began to cry as I waited for him to remove his smelly body from me. He whispered in my ear “That’s the 4th load of my sperm locked in your cunt tonight” before getting up and standing in front of my open legs.
He looked down our hall and chuckled “I guess he would rather be with her than save you”. I couldn’t speak or move, I was helpless as he stared at me like meat. I was shocked my husband would let a stranger have control of me and my body fully. I knew he wasn’t done when he could hear Rick fucking his girl in the other room, too busy to notice. He stood closer between my spread legs and for the first time I felt warm piss covering my body and face, a feeling only second the the cruel laugh he maintained as he showered me. Laying in the most physically degrading state of my life he tells me he’s done and leaving and that Rick can keep the girl the rest of the day. I watched him dress quickly leaving me helpless and dripping with his cum and piss. All I had left to do was wait for Rick to get bored and come out and rescue me.
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Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

I'm a worthless titless tranny pig freak

I am looking for cruel masters to degrade and punish me for trying to be a man

Make me apologise for having my tits cut off and help me ruin my ugly pussy

Please help
X

I really like this British actress. So many cruel things I could do given half a chance.

My girl an her friend which one you fucking an how be cruel

I confess I am a silly tiny dicked pervert begging for a sexy woman to humiliate and abuse me.
What are your cruel kinks?

This is fucked up. Found and don't know if true. Sounds like it could be. I never fucked a fatty but my friends often did for fun, and they said they would start off nice and then get cruel and do whatever they wanted just like this story. They almost never complained. But that was the 90's and things may be different now.

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.

Pauline The Slut - Part 8: Back Home

I looked around for my clothes. They were ripped and there was no way I could put them back on. I looked around for something to wear. My husband began to leave. He looked at me and said "You'll do as you are. Let's go and don't cover yourself up when we go outside. Make sure everything is on display."

All the customers turned to look when we came out of the office. There were whistles and catcalls and they followed us outside to our car. As he got into the car my husband told me to turn around and shake my tits. I turned around and shook my breasts. Everyone cheered as I got into the car. We headed out of the car park and back on to the road home.

After a few minutes he grabbed me by my hair, pushed me down into his lap and told me to take his cock out and suck it. I undone his trousers. He lifted his arse as I pulled his trousers and underwear down. I then took his cock into my mouth. He pushed my head all the way down forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled for breath before he moved my head up. I just had time to gasp some air before he shoved my head down again. This continued on the journey home until he started to cum. I had no choice but to swallow it all. When he'd finished he kept his cock in my mouth even when it got soft. He kept it there until we arrived home.

When we got home he told me to bring in the bags and to bring him a beer. He headed straight to the study. I brought him his beer and couldn't believe what he was doing. The security video from the shop was playing on the TV screen and he was using his computer to edit it. Zooming in on my face as I drunk the bowl of cum. He then switched to the video from his phone of me sucking Pete adding it to the shop video. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm putting together your video collection. You are going to be famous. Everyone is going to know what a dirty little slut you are. Now go to bed and let me finish this."

I lay in bed panicking about what he was doing. What did he mean I was going to be famous. Who was he going to show the video to. I had to put an end to this. I eventually fell asleep.

I was woken suddenly when my feet where grabbed and I was pulled to the end of the bed. I was flipped on to my stomach and my legs forced apart. Then I felt my husband position his cock against my asshole. As I tried to get free he pushed his cock into me. I screamed as he tore into my ass. He drove his cock until it was fully inbedded in my ass. He fucked me hard pumping in and out telling me how he loved fucking my ass and he should have done it years ago. He filled my ass with his cum and then threw me to the ground. 

"Clean it."

The smell of cum and shit filled my nostrils. I felt nauseous. My mouth remained closed. He bent down and grabbed both my nipples pinching and pulling them in different directions. I thought he was going to tear them off my breasts. As I opened my mouth to scream he shoved his cock in. He grabbed both my ears and moved my head up and down his cock.

"Use your tongue slut."

I felt his semi flacid cock harden as he shoved it down my throat. He was now fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. The taste of my shit along with his cock in my throat was making me gag. He then shot his cum straight into my stomach. He let go of my ears and climbed into bed. I crawled to the bathroom and threw up.

I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what he said about the video. He had filmed me sucking Pete and he had the video of the shop. I had to get the videos and escape. But how.

The next morning my husband woke and ordered me to make the breakfast. I went downstairs naked and prepared breakfast. When we finished he told me to shower and put some makeup on and be back down in 30 minutes with the bags from yesterday. When I returned he had rearranged the furniture and set two video cameras up in the sitting room. There was a camera on the table. He told me to put on a bikini top and a pair of shorts. When I protested that I wasn't going to let him film me and show it to people he took the riding crop out of one of the bags. He didn't spare any part of my body. He lashed my breasts, stomach, back, ass and vagina. I screamed, begging him to stop.

"You stupid slut, when are you going to learn. If you don't obey me you can get out of my house. I'll use your slut body however I want and with whoever I want." 

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the front door. He pushed me naked out the door. 

"Now you can fuck off and live somewhere else."

I had nothing. I was naked with no money. I fell to my knees.

"Please, don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your slut" I cried. 

He shut the door. I looked around. While we lived in a secluded area I was scared someone would see me. I banged on the door sobbing. After a few minutes the door opened. He stood there with his phone in one hand and the riding crop in the other.

"Are you still here slut."

"Please let me in. I've nowhere to go."

"You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Now get off my property." 

He raised the riding crop to whip me.

"No don't. I'm sorry. I beg you. I'll do anything you want just let me back in."

"You promised to obey me before and you haven't. You had your chance. Now fuck off."

"I will, I will. I'll do whatever you say. I won't disobey you again." 

A cruel smile came across his face. 

"You'll do whatever I want."

"Yes, whatever you want."

"On your knees slut. If you want to get back in you're going to promise to do everything I want and I'm going to record it on my phone. If you disobey me again I will send it to your parents, your sister and everyone else who knows you."

My mind was totally confused. I had to get back into the house but he wanted to video me promising to be his slut. I'd do it and plan an escape later. I got down on my knees.

"Now look in to the lens and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut. I want to be used as a three hole fuck toy by my husband and anyone he gives me to. I'm his obedient submissive slut." If you don't say it like you mean it I'm going inside, locking the door and calling some security guards to throw you out on the road."

"I'll do it." 

I looked at the lens on his phone and said it. He smiled.

"Next time you don't do what I want that gets sent to everyone who knows you including the kids. He wouldn't show that to the kids, would he. So much had changed in the past week I didn't know what he would do.He then unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. 

"Open wide." 

I got ready to suck him when suddenly he started to urinate in my mouth. I closed my mouth and tried to cover my face with my hands. He pushed me over with his foot and I lost my balance. I put out my hands to stop me falling. He pissed in my face and all over my body. I was drenched all over. When he finished he took a few photos of me.

"Now you might understand what your future is. I get to use you however I want. I'll have you fucking men and women and you'll do it or this video goes to everyone. Now we can't have you go into my house like that. Get on your hands and knees and follow me around the back of the house."

I walked on all fours around to the back. He went over to the hose and turned on the water. The force of the freezing water stung my body. He walked all around me hosing me down. He then told me to lie on my back and lift my legs up and spread them apart. He then directed the hose directly at my cunt. He laughed when I screamed from the blast of the water. When he'd finished he went inside and threw me out a towel. "When you're dry knock on the door."I dried myself and knocked on the door. He looked up from his chair but did not move. I was shivering but he didn't care. Eventually he let me in. "Now go upstairs fix your hair and makeup and be back down here in 15 minutes. We have some photos to take."

What would you do to her? Be as cruel as you like ;)

The opposite of free will is not determination but compulsion. And I sure have that qhen it comes to the Devil. I do know He will come back He eased my mind that much. But sure wants to make it hard on me to please Him and know His mood. I never was passive in my dynamic from when the Devil accepted to put collar on me. And aching the flow with Him always make me push my playful even when He is being too cruel. Can't say I don't like it. I do have weakness and that is when I should sit still I keep on trying to craft something and show my Master how much effort I want to put in and how all with Him is addictive. Well I can just hope my Master still likes the path and wait for sinister reminder of my place. He say I always have it. Will I earn it soon? Don't punish me for doing my efforts for us to flow.. and perhaps I do get wet on the frustration and waiting does break my mind. But what's so fun in just being normal for this long? And how bad are my dreams my Lord? 

I was put under arrest for stealing neighborhood watch signs around my hometown. Oh what cruel irony...

I must confess that I have worked with this guy for a couple if years now and I have wanted him to fuck me since I laid eyes on him. We are both married so I watched him to see signals that let would let me know he was into me. He was. We exchanged some emails, talked about what we wanted to do...turns out he's into wanting to watch me get fucked by other guys...he told me he wants to take me to a swingers club and pimp me out to other men and watch. He knows I'm all about pleasing him no matter what he asks of me. I told him it was cruel of him not to let me have the one cock I REALLY want. His! I have until now gotten any man I ever wanted, but not him. He told me today he will only fuck me if I earn it. So I have some tasks to complete. First I have to send him a video of my best friend and I fucking each other with a strap on...no problem there! He also said I have to go dogging with him and he is only going to watch. That's a new one for me but I will do anything to please him. He knows he has me under his spell and I am pretty fucking helpless when I think of getting him off. We have never even touched each other and that just makes me more determined than ever to have this man. He owns my ass and he knows it. Wish me luck as I do whatever it takes to get his cock in me.

We know this innocent face begs Devil to be destroyed, used and then taken care of. Just the way Devil does it. And he can be cruel to watch me squirm even tho slave have ability to tease Him
But my nature is soo trapped that I just want to worship and be allowed to worship and please Devil, lick and kiss His feet and ground He walks on

ATT: All humans beings of 25 human years and up, SPECIFICALLY South Africans - Exclusive Pan-Sexual (I don't buy these sexual-orientation gerundive labels either, but as a fairly accurate generalised proclivity expectant it will have to do = or I could have said: just enjoy fucking everything thats' alive, legal and human) Hard Swing Orgy to be Hosted close to Cape Town end September 2016.

The Party is a minimum time investment of Friday night 20:00 through to Sunday morning 08:00. No popping off to feed the cat or check on the twins or blaze blunts in your Renault.

Minimum age of applicants: 25 (ish) or proof of minimum 2 year completed membership at an acknowledged Swinger Club endorsed by the Co-Hosts.

Minimum age of consideration for Fluffers, Pets or Valets is 21, non-negotiable.

Deposit upon acceptance of an invitation $1000 (excluding taxes / directives) per person. This is the maximum anyone will pay and covers everything. Yes, I really do mean everything. There are several mechanisms to earn proportional refunds. There is opportunity to receive 25% of their deposit back upon departure post-party for being part of the orientation and etiquette refresher (week prior via webcast). Any guests who are active members of MOTHERLESS.COM from application to departure will receive a 6-month Premium Membership to the site from 1 October 2016 to 31 March 2017.

*You are welcome to refer anyone to get the preamble and be put on the potential applicants list they will need to register and participate on MOTHERLESS.com. We don't read deeply into your profiles but it does give certain insights. Only people on the potential applicants list will have their applications processed.*

The setting is a kick-ass mansion which is professionally staffed and stocked. All food, alcohol, attendants, security, medical, gimps, prostitutes, media capture, sex-paraphernalia, fetish gear, raffle tickets consumables and insurance is included. One strictly controlled zone will be live-streamed to certain broadcast partners / websites. Participants have the option of enforcing certain visage censorship options. However your image rights for the prescribed event times and all profits generated from the trade thereof will be contractually leased to us for the prescribed duration of the party.

No masks, cosplay or theme ; guest-list flavour is Pan-Sexual Libertine and we reserve right of admission and omission to make sure the spread is appropriate. All attendees will participate in an online orientation. There is a compulsory ice-breaker for all guests (in the city) the week prior which does have a COSPLAY element, critical to the success of our previous endeavors. Attendance and participation in these essential mechanisms will guarantee a partial refund of the 1000 US Dollar deposit.

This is a Full Hard Swing Party with themed niches, and Pan-sexual in nature, lipsticks and dipsticks will be weeded out during selection process. No cross-species or fecal interactions, nor any juvenile titillation. Any other legal sexual proclivity is welcome for consideration and all applicants need to have at the absolute minimum tolerance for all kink indulgences. If you have boundary list as long as the League of Nations cartographers stick to chat rooms and a some-sex marriage. And your new hobby of deciding how to rebuke me for that insolence.

To paraphrase our beloved site : if it's legal and it gets you wetter than an otter's pocket or harder than genius level Sudoku - it's on. My acid test on any sexual dilemma is "What would Belladonna do?". Then do it.

Everyone may request the preamble and suspiciously question me in an irritable tone via email or this site's inbox but eventual applicants need to be authentically pan-sexual and broadly sexually tolerant and participant Being offered an opportunity to book a place isn't an immediate process so if you are one of those folk that uses that infuriating brush-off "no ping-pong mails" Don't even bother.

Be fluent in English (written and spoken) and practiced in basic swinger etiquette. There are no physical or mental trump cards so if you pride yourself on your monolithic plumbing or Sting-level Tantric skills super - pop it under "Misc". And if you reckon you're the greatest fuck on Earth then we are lucky to have you and can I get a high five while we Australian Spit-Roast an androgynous hod-carrier with "Don't untie the balloon-knot" tattooed in the small of his back? The only way on planet Earth to manipulate me is to be Harley Quinn and threaten my life if I don't fuck you to within an inch of yours. And I don't mean Margot, I mean Harley.

If you meet the age, un-undead and species requirements and can afford the cost you are welcome to apply.

Any folk who are not living locally are offered a free concierge, accommodation, city orientation and travel management package with significant discounts as an optional extra.

Pre-agreed personal boundaries, discretion, respect and personal safety are FIERCELY sovereign and enforced by our staff who are uniquely experienced in what is a very intense and volatile environment. We rely upon the accuracy of our selection process to prevent any potential unpleasantness but where there are humans, alcohol and sex there is potential jeopardy. The hosts and hubbers manage the sexual climate but from the arrival of the first paying guest until the hosts departure our man Hein is in charge and decision maker. 'n sterk, sterk mannetjie.

All monies are handled via a Trust with external auditing and transacting.

There are 16 guest spots (excluding hosts and staff), I will be looking for one hub couple who will participate free if they take on that practical prefecture for the party. There are 15 remaining Valet and Fluffer positions which are paid contractual roles.

To get preamble:

Message me on the site with friend request (it will be accepted and must stay in place until you make a decision to apply or not. I'm not in the business of harvesting chaff online so unfriend me when it suits you. The premable will be sent out once a week, each week of this month, applications open 1 September.

If you meet age requirements, can afford the cost and are excited to attend you are welcome to apply. Bribes of under 75 000 000 US Dollars will be kept as evidence for about 20 years then thrown back in your face. Rights share participation is not on sale.

Time-wasters, BullShitters, assholes, The Welsh, Scammers, Trolls, Uber-Trolls and UCAs all are welcome to engage / annoy me, just be sure to expect an answer in kind. I don't use chat apps and only use a cell phone to fake calls and look earnest when I can't watch pornography on any other human-sized device. I do not understand pacmen or code, morse the pity.

Suggestion - this is not a compulsory exercise, religious evangelism, product or company recruitment process nor is it my way to antagonise folk. Please think about it before castigating me and questioning my motives, moral fibre, family tree, breeding, choice of jai alai team to support and gene pool.

Our agenda: We like fucking and we like earning money while we fuck, on a carpet of money. If possible.

Application is free, apparently so is Willy. Which is encouraging.

RIGHT here is the requisite CLICHE:

You will know if this is for you or not, act accordingly - of you are unsure or curious follow your nose.

ALWAYS Asked Questions............

How do I know you will deliver the party you are advertising?

Nobody is going to put down 1K USD without being convinced. If you aren't confident in what you have experienced with us by decision time - reject your option to attend and say cruel and uncouth things about my partners.

Other Hosts' Site Profile names please?

My Co-Hosts are not members of this site, so yes, if you choose to pursue interest here you have to deal with me. If you don't like that send a strongly worded email complaint to my boss: "Anonymous". He is often posting on the boards here and seems involved and just a lol of fun.

Can I talk to people who have attended previous such parties of yours (and I don't mean you or any other hosts / employees you Douche-bag)?

Yes, it is part of the process for successful applicants prior to invites being distributed. Although it strikes me you are the one that is full of shit.

Are you Bill Murray?

Fuck no, I wish.

The younger members of staff will get a bonus of $30 per patient per day if we engage in tormenting them. This usually involves straddling and confusing them, but sometimes we will give them cups of our piss to drink while they are under our restraint. I admit being cruel to the patients makes my pussy wet.

I’m not begging for every torment to stop, I know how much it pleases you. I just beg for little slice of Your attention Devil and to feel Your hand above me
Please don’t push my desire away like cruel Sadist can at times 

My owner has decided to let the Internet and all the kind (or maybe cruel?) people of Motherless to vote on whether or not my greedy monkey cunt will be cumming for the month of March!

This voting process will start now (obviously)and votes will be accepted for the entire month of February until March 1st.
The results on this vote will then take effect and last for the entire month of January.

TO BE CLEAR THESE POLL RESULTS WILL NOT TAKE EFFECT UNTIL MARCH 1ST!

- NO VOTE result will mean i am not allowed to cum at all for the entire month of March

- YES VOTE result will mean that i am allowed to cum for the month of March tho i will of course need to ask white persons permission each time i do it

So please vote below and decide my greedy drippy cunts fate for the upcoming month of March!

YOU get to decide if i will be dripping or cumming, if i will be squirming or squirting.

I will just have to live with whatever you choose!

P.S.
My owner has asked me to encourage you to read my forum signature below before voting

Racism is still prevalent in our society, dont let anyone tell you otherwise.

I for one saw first hand cruel racism. I was st the dollar tree buying cup noodles and was standing in line to pay. The gentleman before me went up to pay. Now i couldnt tell his ethnicity so im not sure how the cashier was able to pin point it so fast. Without any warning or statement from the gentleman himself the cashier yelled out NO CZECHS. WE DO NOT ACCEPT CZECHS HERE. the man clearly distraught from the whole ordeal simply lowered his head and existed the store.

I was shocked at what just occured to me and payed for my items and left then myself.

This is andisgusting world.

This blonde slut has no limits and will do anything to please you? What do you make her do? Be cruel 😈

dont be cruel

Tonight is for us
Really hot summer day, I stand in front of your door
Knowing that the parents are gone for a while
Knowing that it's just gonna be between the both of us
Tonight is for us, tonight is dedicated to our bodies
Open the door, let me in, give me something to drink
Look at me while I'm looking at you
These curves, these lips, these hips
Oh God, I'm already ready for the party
And I see in your eyes the same energy
The powerful desire to be mine tonight
Siting in the sofa together, hand in hand, eyes in eyes
Talking about our lives without really realizing what we say
'Cause we both now what we want, what we want so bad
But all this masquerade's just the introduction to something better
In your eyes is a fire that nobody can stop burning
The two points on your breast is the proof
The proof of what's happening in your heat
Hard, hard, hard, so hard baby
Can't hold on anymore
Yet I have my hands on your breast
Pressing them, feeling their perfect form
Your body against mine, you can feel
How much I want you only for me
The heat of the room makes us sweating
Take off these clothes, let me see all
Wet you are, it's useless to hide it
Your 15 years old body – My 17 years old body
Perfect alchemy, perfect timing
Now let me take your heart
Now let me take you hard
I call your bitch, you call me sir
On your all fours, you're waiting for me
You're trembling, you beg me
I will make your wish a reality
And fuck this willing body
The euphoria makes me going deep
I'm inside your womb, inside your mind
Do you understand I'm your master for tonight?
I grab your hair, spank your butt
Accelerate the cruel cadence of my cock in your ass
I hurt you and I know it, but I don't care
You're moaning - babe you're moaning
You scream so loud but you don't beg me to stop it
You follow the rhythm of your rape
And accept your conditions
You're my slave and nothing else
Sucking my cock, riding my cock, you know the deal
Opening your legs, squeezing your breast, you know what you're made for
The paroxysm is near
I feel the climax
Oh girl I will fill you up
Unleashing all that I have in you
Feel the seed so hot flowing in you
Maybe you will be pregnant
You know the risk, but you want always more
'Cause you listen only your body
Dear sister, fuckin' you is all I need

I love being a ducking toilet for my cruel wife! She’s uses me in this way instead of fucking me… she has made me a true shit whore submissive that will do anything to stay covered in her waste! She wants to see me suck a shitty dick! I want to do it for her. 

Its time for your most cruel imagine toncum out help me jerking off 

I'd love it if there were some cruel ladies who would make fun of my fat wife

I wanna be locked in chastity for a few cruel, bitchy girls who won't let me out and humiliate me every second, 

The more cruel brutal you go you unlock a picture and maybe the video

 Pauline The Slut - Part 13: Gary and Ellie

 

When Ellie took her tongue out of my asshole  she looked up at me with a cruel smile. She came up beside me and went to kiss me. I recoiled. My husband glared at me. I knew I would suffer if I didn't kiss Ellie. I turned towards her and opened my mouth. She kissed me passionately, her tongue darting inside. The taste of cum mixed with my shit was overpowering. Her hand squeezed my breast before moving to my nipple. She scratched her nail across it before she crushed my nipple between her fingers and thumb. When I gasped she bit my lip and broke away.

Gary, my husband and Ellie were laughing as I lay there. "OK, time for food." Gary announced. "Come on slut."
 

Ellie and I were sent to the kitchen to make some dinner while our husbands drank beer and watched what had been filmed. After dinner we returned to the bedroom. I was told to get on all fours. Gary and my husband rearranged the cameras. Ellie was behind me. I could hear her opening and closing a drawer. The cameras were switched on.

Ellie walked around and stood in front of me. I was shocked. She had a big black cock strapped to her. I'd never imagined such a thing on a women. The cock was far bigger than any of the men who had used me over the previous weeks.

She grabbed me by the hair and told me to suck. The big black cock was pushed towards my mouth. "Open your mouth slut or I'll have my master fry your cunt."

I parted my lips and she pushed the cock into me. It was so big, my mouth was fully stretched trying to accept it. She didn't stop pushing. My whole face was contorted by the size of the cock.

She then started to push in and out, fucking my mouth with the big black cock. Each time she drove further into my mouth. I started to choke. I felt the tip of the cock stretch my throat. I began to panic. I couldn't breathe. I tried to push her away but her grip on my hair was strong. My head was spinning. She eventually pulled out. I gasped for air.

Once I had got a few mouths full of air she started again. Fucking my mouth. This time she forced the cock straight down my throat. I fought to get up but she held my head between her two hands. Everything started to go dark before she pulled out. I filled my lungs with air. I was just recovering when she pushed the cock into my mouth again.

I was scared she was going to kill me. She was thrusting her hips at pace pushing the cock even further down my throat. I started to see stars and then my head began to spin. She finally pulled out and let go of my head. I took in massive mouthfuls of air.

Ellie went behind me and drove the big black cock into my vagina. "Nooooo..... Take it out, it's too big." I screamed. I was been torn open by her thrusts. My screams just seemed to encourage her to drill into me harder. It felt like I was being split in two. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"Look into the camera slut." She said as she drove the remainder of the cock into me. My screams roared throughout the cabin. She was enjoying pounding in and out of my vagina. I collapsed on the floor when she finally withdrew the cock from me.

The men took photos as she stood over me triumphantly. As I lay there the men took off their clothes and got on the bed. Ellie took the cock off and joined them. She mounted Gary's cock and started to ride him while my husband pushed his cock into her ass. The men were aggressively fucking her and she seemed to be ecstatic in her response. Soon the scene before me reached a climax. My husband and Gary were cumming.

My husband got up and looked at me. Ellie got off Gary, lay back in the bed and spread her legs. I knew what was coming next. Gary picked up a camera.

OK slut, suck all the cum out of the fuck slaves cunt and ass." my husband ordered.

I struggled on to the bed. Cum was oozing out of Ellie's vagina. Tears were running down my face as I reconciled myself to the horrible task. I got between Ellie's legs and licked at the cum coming out of her vagina. The taste of her juices and the cum made me wrench.

"Come on slut, get your tongue right up her cunt. There's lots of cum for you up there." my husband said.

My tongue went inside her. My mind was telling me this was wrong but I would be punished if I stopped.

 
"Now get working on that cum filled asshole."

 
I hesitated and then saw my husband pick up the electric baton. I started licking around her asshole  before sticking my tongue in. After several minutes the men were happy that I had sucked out all the cum.

"Time for a shower." Gary said.  

We all went to the bathroom. Ellie and me were told to get in the shower and wash each other's body. The men started filming. Ellie went to work on me lathering soap all over my body paying particular attention to my breasts and vagina. I let out a cry when she inserted her finger into my ass. I was then told to do the same to her. My fingers trembled as I soaped her body. She then turned around and bent over wriggling her behind. I looked at her puzzled.

"Stick your finger up her ass slut. We want to see you finger fuck her asshole  and your going to smile doing it." Gary said.

I looked at him, then at my husband. There was no mercy from them. I was just a slut to be used as they wished. I placed my hand on her behind, slipped between her crack and found her asshole .

"Smile slut."

 
I forced a smile smile as I pushed a finger into her ass.

"Push it up and down."

 
I used my finger to fuck her ass.

 
"Slip another finger in."

I forced a second finger inside her ass. After a few minutes of finger fucking her ass my husband said to me.

"Keep fucking her ass and look into the camera and say I'm Pauline and I love finger fucking my girlfriends ass."

 
I felt like I was going to faint.

"Hurry up slut."

I faced the camera and said "I'm Pauline and I love finger fucking my girlfriends ass."

"Now take your fingers out and lick them."

My stomach churned. I knew it was useless to protest. I took my fingers from Ellie's arse and licked them. I struggled not to puke.

"When you two sluts are finished we'll be waiting in the bedroom.

As the men left I threw up. Ellie grabbed me by the hair, forced me to the ground and shoved my face into my vomit.

"You stupid fucking slut. You better clean that up." She left me there lying on the floor while she went out to the bedroom.
 

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Devil is sneaky. He knows just how to drive me nuts. I miss misbehaving for my Master. I miss begging for things I want Him to do to me. I miss pleasing Him and serving coffee among other things. Please my Lord don’t be so cruel towards your slave. Don’t deprive your slave. Little slave begs for little Master attention and his eyes 

I want to be the cruel Master of my mom to punish and humiliate her all the way.

Are there any cruel chicks who would make fun of my fat wife? please

Be cruel what would you do to her?

Feminism is a cruel lie. Cunts should be taught to serve and obey. The only chance they have for happiness is complete submission to Men.

My 64 year old mum has order me set this account up
I am owed by my mum and I am her slut pet dog
Yes I am traind as a real pet dog
i wear my dog collar all the time
I have a small dog yard and sleep in my kennel of a night
If I sleep in the house of a night its in my cage
I get Punished every day
I have my face slap and sip on
Whip
Kick
Hit with my leash
Mum want every one to be very cruel to me
Because I deserve it
So please send me cruel message and degrade me ,abuse me , humiliation me
So I can keep my mum happy

Please tell mum how u like me to be punished by her
More pain and humiliation the better

So everyone please make mum happy
I deserve every I get

Mum will view my account everyday

Frustrated little slave, because a cold sneaky man won’t give me release. Won’t show me attention He say slave have. Poking me making me suffer. Waking up with pain in my tongue in bed where He did many things to me, dirty tasty things. Woke up by His song fucks with my frustration and make me touch myself reaching down inside me and bubbling up to overtake frustration and highlight it even more. And I beg wile feeling my fingers on my pussy. It feels like ages that my Master used me. Eternally greedy for Him, lustful. Hungry for His treats, the way He is, is such tease to my bare nature. I think I lost few kg because You make me honestly troubled. And i am back to my tasks except bj. The freaking desire is too big, and Your rule is a bit cruel. And I beg, long for Master to tell me everything will be okay.. even if I would have that, still always on my toes hanging for You

Teaching cunts to read and write is cruel. It only makes them think they have value outside of their looks.

anyone know of any more 'cruel chloe' vids on here?

like this one:

thanks.

wwyd? be cruel to this fat slut, personally I'd love to see her beaten and bruised on her knees with my cock in her throat while the tears run down her face

What would you do to my whore? Be as cruel as you like she deserves it I’ll post more of her

Devil likes breaking me so he asked what would and when i told him he did exactly that.. and as usual I grabbed for everything I thought it will make him less cruel towards me.. and He knows how much I suffer when i miss Him and how thirsty He makes me for Him so I’ll be a good girl when He shows up.. just wondering is He really that Evil, isn’t there just a bit of soul did we not grow it, when i beg with my breaths to have mercy on me.. when He knows that stuff we ordered are keeping coming and reminding me, Devil likes reminding and I loved it to, just for me it’s hell but not for Him.. wondering why would He leave me not knowing will i see Him again when He knows what it do to me.. and what it do to me that because of work i am going today at professors place and will be there for few days.. and how doesn’t mean anything that i lost my anal virginity for my Master if it doesn’t mean anything that i was a toy just a sex toy for professor and his two friends.. and doesn’t it mean anything that some new dirty thoughts are running up my head and where I think I could only do them with Devil.. sure I forget them in time but that’s not the point.. just wondering with what I earned such cruel emotionless treatment, and why would my Master want to damage things he liked about me, why changing something that pleases Him, why trying to take away trust that made us go into rabbit hole. Why leaving me in such risky situations. Why changing everything we built.. just a word would help me keep my same mentality like we used have.. it’s not about how much I’ll wait for Devil or was it the only strong connection where He had all and beyond.. it’s about just a bit of care for Your toy.. and she never demanded always begged or my Master actually doesn’t want big jumps and keeping them not damaging.. He knows I just needed Him to land me after such tense task, can’t I rely on my Lord?

you know i'm very disappointed in this community. all i see are endless complaint topics about certain videos on here. yes cruelty to animals is just that: cruel. it's vile and despicable. i do not condone anything in those videos. i choose to share what i feel people need to be aware of, and what is the result? infinite whining from users who have the nerve to denounce in the name of morality. the same users that hold their tounge when a video of a 16 year old girl flashing herself on a webcam is uploaded; hypocrites. you do not see, we are merely on different sides of the same coin.

I'm 30 and I have never really had any friends through high school or college. I have one person whom I see on a weekly basis, beyond that I only see my family (whom I live with). I'm stuck in this tiny room, no job, no one to talk to, no one to care about. I sometimes think about ending my life, just because I don't really know what else to do.

What is the point of living if you're just going to live by yourself? There's so many things I want to go see and do, but I don't want to go alone.

I need a job, unemployment is crippling. Sometimes I wonder what's the point, if I find a job how do I change my social arrangement? When I was in junior high, i never could run very well and I remember talking to myself trying to prepare to be alone for the rest of my life.

I can't appreciate the good things in life, everything is terrible and I don'tknow what to do.

I'm equal parts horny and lonely, I don't know what I'm suppose to get from women. ALl of the women I have gone out with seem to be fucking morons, am I suppose to just fall in love with these chicks? It feels cruel to lie and just try to use them for sex, but in the end I get nothing and am alone for not being cruel.

Sometimes I feel like I should just lie and manipulate people, i have nothing else going on in my life, but I don't think I could go through with it.

I'm so lonely, and I think it's all my fault.

I've already posted some individual pictures, clip-edits, opinions or links about my recent favorite kink/bdsm performer from Cruel World Productions. Now I'll try to collect as much as I could find about her in one board-thread like a fan-tribute database. As far as I know, there seems to be nothing about her on any other site. Alex of Cruel World was so kind to tell me, that she is called Anastasia over there and gave me two nice model pics, so I'll start with them.
I'll go on with her most recent works and go back as far as I can. New shots are announced on that site with a date, but older publications have no longer any identifiable publication date. There is only a number at the end of each clip-link that indicates the sequence of their total productions. Besides that, I'll try to include links to the very few reduced-resolution copies available here on motherless. If anyone finds any other sources, feel free to add your own links.

Devil is rarely not cruel. He knows just how much slave wants only Him and he send His slave to whore around for Him. His humiliation is always tense, in every way there is taste of it. And Devil is sneaky because even with that He became my air. Desperate for Him I’ll beg for anything just to feel His hands on me. Well He gives me a little space to wiggle. To think that I won’t be touched by Him more it messes with me, all emotions my hormones my sleep my everything. And Devil loves that. Just wondering with what I deserve it this time
Can we ask for a bit of light inside of my Devil to make me cry for something else rather than withdrawal 

I confess I enjoy being humiliated and stroking my little cock that’s wrapped in a condom filled with my wife’s ashtray waste as she degrades me for being a useless faggot. It makes my little dick dribble watching myself knowing the rough ashes and cigarette butts were irritating the burns on my little dick where she puts her cigarettes out. She needs to feel cruel and powerful and I need to be submissive and degraded. 

I know my Devil likes me playful but also very tormented. Because He usually makes me like that. That cruel nature make me guess what happened even if it’s one day I am not having my Lord’s attention. And I don’t care how much I humiliate myself or degrade for Him. I need You, need You like not many can understand. It hurts down in my heart because not just Your play that trapped me it’s something I can’t even find words ti explain. I just woke up all worked up. Praying to hear You. Please my Lord You say I am being a very good girl. Please don’t hurt my bare soul. Please let me have You like I had my place thus far. I beg You
just one touch, one reminder, one bite
please please don’t torment me anymore 
P.S. I would beg every sec if I had internet everywhere and my blood froze silly or not. Amd I would beg with every breath no matter what other say. And even my mind when it gets stubborn. My heart still begs. And I can’t control and stopped to even want it

Yeah fucked up that much and that much addicted and that much submissive towards my Lord. Ready to do things I hate just for His attention and release, mental and physical. Wondering why that is being punished. And with what have I poked it, a dark cruel side. When I just want You to enjoy. You say You don’t trouble me on purpose, but then I wonder don’t You take a peek at all, if not what made You so busy. Not being able to be mad like in past, but You do hurting Your slave. Hope everything is alright with You x
I even cleaned on my knees last night in case You watch so You enjoy it. Wondering maybe Devil wants me mad

Here is a fictional story of mine that I have created for a friend. I wanna see what motherless viewers think. It is over 50 pages long with several parts to it. Depending on the amount and type of comments left will determine whether I continue posting. Enjoy.

It was Halloween night and she decided to go out trick or treating one last time before they were considered too old together. She being the lovely little girl she was, decided to go dressed up as an angel. New to flaunting her growing womanly curves, she wore the outfit well.
Her friends were similar costumes but hers was the most revealing. The men that opened the door expected little children but when encountered by this lovely girl, they stammered. She would smile and it turned her on to think that they would think about her next time they got laid. Never having been laid herself, it was an exciting thought.
As the night went on, her friends starting leaving her. She had a goal to fill her sack and she was almost done when her last friend left. She thought it would only be one or two more houses so she would be ok.
She walked up to the porch with the porch light flickering in and out as if the house was short of power. She knocked three times and there was not an answer. She knocked again and saw movement inside through the windows. She pounded hard for the third time. The door opened quickly and an arm shot through, grabbed hold of her long brunette hair and pulled her inside.
She screamed in fear and pain and the hand dragged her through the house and into the basement. She struggled against the force and each time she pulled she was slapped. By the time she got to the basement, her face was bright red and stinging from the slaps.
It was not long before she felt tightness around her wrist and then ankles. The force and quickness caused everything to be a real blur. Then it stopped. When she could focus, she looked around. Her hands were tied above her head to a hook in the ceiling. Her legs were cuffed to the floor and spread. A figure walked out of her field of vision and moaned.
She felt a sharp prick from the top of her back to the bottom of her butt. Her clothes were then ripped leaving her standing it just her white cotton panties. The basement was cold and her nipples hardened. A rough hand traced her back and fell between her asscrack. It then traced further over her pussy and cupped her crotch. She started to cry and sob. "Please, stop. Let me go."
The response was immediate. A hard sharp smack to her ass and forced in red gag ball attached to her face. She cried and screamed more which was quickly met with three more sharp quick slaps on her ass. Red and glowing, her ass changed. Then came the alternating slaps. Left then right, left then right. Her round ass was starting to resemble a sharp red Washington apple.
She felt the tug and whimpered against her gag. Her panties were being ripped off her body. There she stood, naked as the day she was born but her breast and round ass showed her on her way to becoming a well rounded woman. He touched her pussy and she shivered.
He rubbed vigorously on her clit and her legs shook and her body responded. Her pussy swelled and moistened as he teased and teased her pussy. He slipped a finger in her cunt and felt her hymen. He poked gently and then more and more pressure. She felt the tearing of her hymen as he pushed his fingers in. Soon she was bleeding from her thigh and felt the warm liquid running down her legs.
She was then sprayed by a hose with high pressure that stung her body. All she could here was her attacker grunting and his mask made it impossible to tell who it was. After she was soaked he returned with a ladder. He removed the gag and place in a device that dentists use to keep her mouth open. He then unzipped his pants and revealed his circumcised cock.
He started to violate her mouth as he fucked her hard. His cock slid down her throat and she choked on it. The slimy thick pole closed her air pipe and as her body struggled to push it out, he struggled to go deeper. He won. Drool and spit were pushed from her mouth as he pushed. Her face turned red and then blue. Right before she passed out he yanked it out. She gasped for air and as she did, he slapped her hard. Her vision blurred and then he grabbed her head and forced him in again. She choked and he pulled out and slapped her on the opposite side as she gasped for breath.
He got down off the ladder and his spit covered cock found her tight 15 year old snatch. He shoved it with little mercy. She screamed through a forced open mouth. He pinched and slapped her breast as he thrust his man meat in and out of her.
Her first orgasm was coming and she was shocked that this treatment was bringing her to this mile stone of her life. Her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as it covered it in its sex juices. The slimy cock became slick and burrowed deeper until it was hitting her back wall. The pain caused her to scream and cry but it did not stop him. Her second orgasm was coming and as it clamped his dick, he howled. He pumped harder and harder as his breathing rate and intensity increased. Then, it all stopped. He pulled out and climbed the ladder. She could see his dick covered in her cum, his cum, and uncovered.
She began to panic that she was pregnant and he stuffed his soiled cock in her mouth once more. He raped her mouth for what seemed like hours as she felt his jizz leak out of her violated and loosened twat. He scooped it from her inner thigh and smeared it on her face. His cruel laugh echoed throughout the basement.
He lick her lips and spit in her mouth. He then blew her a kiss, turned off the light and walked upstairs.

The night iz almost tangible. The darkness around me iz like soft velvet an' muh ma fuckin senses, aroused as dey iz allow me ta raise muh ma fuckin hand an' feel da subtle changes in temperature o' da air around me. It iz hot, da tropical night heavy an' dense around me. I smoke da sheet from muh ma fuckin body an' feel da night lean forward ta kiss me.

I arch muh ma fuckin back, deeply aware o' da need burning between muh ma fuckin legs. I allow muh ma fuckin legs ta part an' da night, muh ma fuckin lovely night seems ta breath on muh ma fuckin sex. But it do not tight me. Instead, muh ma fuckin clitoris yearns ta be touched.

I peep across at her lying in da next bed. She has nahh idea, not da faintest notion o' muh ma fuckin desire. She do not know how much I love her; gots always loved her since we's wuz both 13. No. She has nahh idea o' da nights I gots masturbated wishing she wuz wiff me, nor how often I gots wanted her ta bind me an' use me as her slave.

She lies dere, her own sheet almost off her body. I can see da roundness o' her hips an' da subtle swell o' her belly an' those perfectly formed, almost pubescent titties. Claire sighs in her sleep an' da sheet moves. She iz tantlizingly close ta being naked now, an', as she sighs ag'in, I discover da hairless smoothness o' her sex. Is it uh cruel trick o' da night or merely muh ma fuckin imagination dat makes me wonder if I can smell her poon-tang on da soft eddies in da room? No matter, I know, much ta muh ma fuckin regret, dat she iz straight. But I also know dat even muh ma fuckin own dislike o' men would not prevent me tasting da benediction o' her lover'ssperm from da cathedral o' her sex if she asked me ta.

My hand traces down muh ma fuckin body an' ta da hard, demanding bud nestled in da moist folds between muh ma fuckin legs. But I mus' be careful. The small cabin we's share will not permit da wreckless abandon wiff which I usually whack mah jimmy. I whack myself. I imagine it iz Claire touching me, or even me watching her whack herself.

My middle finger dips inside me an' I arch muh ma fuckin back. Oh, how I wish it wuz her finger. My thumb begins uh seductive get jiggy wit it wiff muh ma fuckin clit ring. (Making me glad I had it done. The pain o' da piercer'sneedle brought me ta orgasm, an' it has given me so many siince) As muh ma fuckin arousal increases, da clouds part an' allow da moon ta be muh ma fuckin audience. But da blessed moon bestows an unexpected gift ta me. There, lying on da floor between our bunks iz Claire'sknickers. I reach out an' collect muh ma fuckin prize.

Immediately dey iz in muh ma fuckin hand I feel da bud o' muh ma fuckin arousal begin ta open into da rich blossom o' orgasm. I bring her ta muh ma fuckin face an' inhale just once 'bfoe placing da very tip o' muh ma fuckin tongue where her sex nestled.

The orgasm washes me. It cleanses me wiff every contraction an' I feel da familiar wetness spray onto muh ma fuckin thighs.

Across from me, da object o' muh ma fuckin love rolls over wiff her back ta me. As she do so,her peeps open an' afta feigning sleep fo' so long, she smiles. you know das right!

I used to wonder how people could look at scat porn. It seems so cruel. Now I totally get it. It’s the ultimate control, the ultimate submission.