It will be my pleasure, my lord

June 29, 2018 at 1:36 am, Category: Mr. Kane | No Comments

Goddesses, Queens and slaves
Mr Kane
The music stopped suddenly and the slave stood still, her breasts and her buttocks lifted, offering themselves to the guests, who all applauded enthusiastically.
Ptolemy gestured to the guards and they took the dancer to the Emperor and pushed her to her knees in front of him.
“Tell me, slave, why have you offended the King of Egypt?” Ptolemy asked.
The girl looked him in the eye.
“I am not a slave, son of Ra. I am a free woman.”
One of the guards slapped her face.
“Free? I don’t think so!” said Ptolemy. “You have a foreign accent! Where are you from, slave?”
“From Judea, my lord.”
“Ah,” said Ptolemy. “If I am your lord, then you are not free!” He played a few notes on his pipes.
“You speak too boldly to your lord! But you are a good dancer. I would like you to dance again, for the entertainment of our illustrious Roman guests.”
“It will be my pleasure, my lord.”
“This time we will accompany the music with percussion and singing.”
A muscular slave with brown skin appeared, carrying a whip. The guards tied the girl’s wrists to a ring set in the ceiling.
Ptolemy the flute player blew on his pipes and the guard started flogging with his whip.

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She strained to look the monk in the eyes

June 28, 2018 at 2:19 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Witch hunt
The ropes that bound the Corinne to the rough, splintered wood of the rack sang out as the cruel torturer gave the crank another half-turn. The helpless girl screamed in agony, her taut body straining as she was horribly stretched.
“So you see the folly of resisting the will of Mother Church, and her blessed Witch Hunters, slut,” said the so-called monk standing beside the rack. Brother Jamison was a new recruit to the Witch Hunters, but he had taken to his work with genuine enthusiasm. The women of Corinne’s village had never expected the Witch Hunters to come so far north, and so had been taken by surprise when the town crier announced a delegation from the Cathedral was making an appearance at harvest time.
Corrine, like so many of her friends, never had a chance. A single woman living in a remote village, she was easy prey for the Witch Hunters, who declared her and most of the other attractive young women to be “suspected witches” within a day of arrival.
“Please, let me go!” gasped Corinne. She strained to look the monk in the eyes, her dark hair hanging limply behind her as she squirmed. “I’m innocent!”

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We are going to teach you about pain and pleasure

June 25, 2018 at 1:26 pm, Category: De Haro | No Comments

The preacher
de haro
Brother Henry stroked Jennifer’s cheeks and wiped away her tears.
He believed in keeping a woman partly clothed. The scarf around Jennifer’s waist was not there to conceal her pubic hair. It was there because Brother Henry thought it looked good.
“You have a lot to learn, Jennifer,” he said.
She sobbed, but the gag prevented her from speaking.
“We are going to teach you about pain and pleasure,” Henry went on. “Look carefully at this riding crop. It will be one of your Masters now and you must learn to love it.”
He ran the hard leather crop over her breasts, making large circles on each breast and then making smaller circles until the crop almost touched her nipples, which wrinkled up and became tubular.
“You have sensitive nipples,” he said. He pulled back his arm and brought the hard leather down onto her naked breasts…

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Panting and gasping, trying to breathe behind the massive cock…

June 24, 2018 at 11:16 pm, Category: Badia | No Comments

Prison camp
Panting and gasping, trying to breathe behind the massive cock gags rammed in their mouths, both these slavegirls were glistening with a bright sheen of sweat across their bound, succulent bodies. They whimpered and moaned, and their thick thighs trembled with the effort and the strain… not just to keep their rotor moving but also to stay on two feet… The girls who managed to stay upright and moving during the grueling 14 hour shift would be “rewarded” with a night of pleasure and passion… for the guards who would gangbang and fuck the poor, exhausted ponies at least!
The girls who did NOT keep moving, however… they had it worst of all. Those poor girls, too “weak” to keep running during the 14 hour shift and who collapsed from sheer exhaustion, were thrown into the prison hole… better known as the prison lavatory! After all, if power lines didn’t run out here, sewage certainly didn’t either, and someone needed to eat up all the shit… A future as a permanent human slave toilet was just the ticket for those “naughty” fillies who didn’t keep up the pace!

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This girl screamed long and loud

June 21, 2018 at 7:55 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Wild west
There was, perhaps, nothing sadder than watching a proud warrior grow old and weak. The mighty warchief Night Thunder was once one of the greatest and most feared of the warriors on the open plains, beyond the reach of the civilized man. But time pressed on to him, as it does all people, and the mighty Night Thunder grew older and weaker. Most warchiefs would simply accept that time passes for all people, and that an end would come, as it does for all. But Night Thunder was not like most. He had heard of the magical powers of the white man from the east, far beyond the plainsland and the open rivers, and of how they seemed to stay younger and healthier longer than the poor savages that he was with.
Night Thunder did not know how these white devils stayed healthy, but all he knew is that he must take some of that magic… even if it was by force!
His wisest and most trusted medicine man urged him to find a youthful, white girl, one who was a virgin and untouched. It must be some ancient vigor which the white man took from his world beyond the big water, and Night Thunder could have it himself if he… “plucked the flower while it was still in the bud.” Night Thunder did not understand the weird and mystifying magic of the white man, but he would do much to regain the youth and vigor of his days of old.

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They removed the tube from her vagina and inserted worm in it

June 17, 2018 at 8:08 pm, Category: Mr. Kane | No Comments

Black star apocalypse
Mr Kane
Admiral Samius’s High Command was preparing a new attack. Meanwhile, the prison Intelligence Service carried on abusing and torturing.
Xagian prisoners who had given them all the information they knew were passed on to specialists in experimental corporeal research. This team included brilliant scientists who had been purged and then handed over to the probers, who worked without scruples of any kind.
They subjected the Xagians to the most horrendous experiments to perfect methods of breeding the probers’ worms in a host body. This breeding program had been kept secret from the beginning. It was even kept secret from the Emperor Azrin himself.
The Great Master Prober had been planning this for a long time. He knew that the probers were an endangered species. Their only method of reproduction was symbiosis with worms that were inserted into other bodies. Now, finally, they had a chance to survive.
The Xagian sat on the fucking machine, her heavy breasts hanging forward and vibrating. She looked at the pink worm in horror.
The probers had got all the information out of her that they could. She was ready for worm insertion. The slimy creature would be inserted into her vagina. Her body already contained a hermaphrodite companion which would be able to procreate after programming by the second worm.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” she shouted. “Wait! There’s something you don’t know! It could destroy you!”

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Keep digging, you fucking sows…

June 12, 2018 at 10:59 pm, Category: Badia | No Comments

Prison camp
The chain gang was a hard life, and it was made harder still by Dominic, the overseer. He walked around in his gross, unwashed tight, white briefs with his cock hanging out like some kind of baboon. The girls didn’t dare to say anything. They couldn’t even if they wanted to. Their mouths were stuffed with massive, jawbreaking ballgags, silencing all complaints.
“Keep digging, you fucking sows! I know there’s a vein somewhere here! If even one of you girls fails to meet your quota for today, you’ll all be sent to the fuckyard where the male convicts will fuck you raw and screaming! Some of you might not even make it out alive…” Dominic said, his tongue lolling out sadistically while he stroked his throbbing cock. “Now… which of you pretties will be my fuckpet today?” he asked, walking behind the mining girls… watching their naked, shapely asses jiggle invitingly with each fall of the pick.

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You’re killing me

June 8, 2018 at 1:01 am, Category: 3d, Tryten | No Comments

Valentina’s story
“Aahhh… ahhh.. ahhh… AAHHHH!!!!” Patrizia wailed, her pussy being assaulted like it had never been before. Frank was not kind or gentle. He was rough and brutal as he pounded into her over and over again. Even in spite of her horror, her shame, and her humiliation, Patrizia could feel herself getting aroused by this violent pounding. Her whole body flushed red with arousal. Patrizia shook her head in denial. “No!!! Nooo!! Stop!!! Stop!!! You’re killing me!!! Please STOP!!!!” she cried.
“Oh you don’t like it? Perhaps you need another lesson!” Frank said, jamming down hard on the button again! Another agonizing shock rammed into Patrizia’s ass, and her whole body seized up stiff as a board. Patrizia’s eyes bulged again, and a scream of pure agony ripped out of her throat. “AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!” she screamed. Even as she did so, her pussy clamped down hard on Frank’s cock and twitched and quivered, milking his dick for all it was worth!

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They were fucking and flogging women

June 4, 2018 at 2:06 am, Category: De Haro | No Comments

The preacher
de haro
The government was corrupt and all its ministers were rich. Most of them took their money out of the country on military planes. But one group decided to invest in the country. They began with a network of prostitutes and the business went well…
“Where else do you get so many fucks and bucks?” one of the ministers said.
“Religion maybe? There’s good money in religion,” was the reply. “If you can set up a good sect, you’re laughing all the way to the bank! And it’s very respectable!”
“Ok, but where are the tits and slits?”
“We can figure something out.”
They did. They used public money and they built several churches all called “The Church of the Chosen”. To get them started, they put ads and fake news about miracle cures in the local media. After a time there was no need for ads and fake news because people claimed to have been cured of illnesses by their preachers.

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