Blackmailed into submission
Now, two years later, her fragile sense of security shatters when anonymous photos arrive at her office, each one a chilling snapshot of that fateful night, clearly showing her committing the act. Moments after the photos arrive, her phone rings, and the voice on the other end is cold and menacing—the sender of the photos, her new blackmailer. Her nightmare begins anew, and this time, it’s far worse than she could have imagined.
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Blackmailed into submission
The Syndicate, Acquisition
The Syndicate, Acquisition
Compulsory into a life where she must confront her own resilience and inner strength, Jenna endures tests and trials intended to mold her into compliance. Her determination, however, never wavers, as she finds the courage to stand her ground, despite the overwhelming forces working to break her will.
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Hellsgate manor 2
Hellsgate manor 2.
Though haunted by the traumatic experiences, she freed herself from the monstrous clutches that sought to break her spirit. But in the second part of this harrowing tale, Eve makes the brave and dangerous decision to return to that cursed place, determined to rescue her fellow maids from the same unspeakable fate.
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African trap
African trap
There, this villainous and mysterious man, Karad, will take Margaret in ways only a lusty, black man can, and Margaret has no choice but to comply under threat of pain and worse! And what’s this? Margaret’s sister is in the country on holiday as well? Interesting maybe she’d should join in the fun too whether she wants to or not!
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Just her weight on the iron spikes was agony
Brainwashed
As soon as Tarib left the tortu2re chamber, Shiva’s resistance began to crumble. She stared at the timer as it ticked with madding inevitability toward the next agonizing shock. She couldn�t take her eyes off the steady march of the black hand. As it neared the fifteen minute mark she stiffened her resolve and prepared her body so as not to let the clock beat her.
But when the electricity hit there was no fighting it. She simply gave in to the pain and screamed. She couldn’t control her body which jerked and shook violently on the horse, each tremor savaging her pussy with the iron teeth.
The periods between the shocks were almost worse than the tortu2re itself. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the clock and the terrible black hand that jumped from minute to minute. She started seeing faces human faces in the clock face: taunting her, laughing at her, counting the minutes along with the hand. Tarib’s, Sayiid’s, even her own.
As the fifteen minutes became three, then two, then one, she started to fight her bonds. It hurt. Just her weight on the iron spikes was agony; when she started to struggle the pain became excruciating. She tried to remain still but the black hand told her she had to escape.
She started screaming even before the current raged through her body, scorching her pussy with a stream of electrons from her nipple and toe. When the electricity stopped her thighs continued to spasm and her vagina convulse. The pain was unrelenting and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was slump helplessly in the pitiless bondage and wait for the next surge of agonizing current.
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She simply gave in to the pain and screamed
Brainwashed
As soon as Tarib left the tortu2re chamber, Shiva’s resistance began to crumble. She stared at the timer as it ticked with madding inevitability toward the next agonizing shock. She couldn�t take her eyes off the steady march of the black hand. As it neared the fifteen minute mark she stiffened her resolve and prepared her body so as not to let the clock beat her.
But when the electricity hit there was no fighting it. She simply gave in to the pain and screamed. She couldn’t control her body which jerked and shook violently on the horse, each tremor savaging her pussy with the iron teeth.
The periods between the shocks were almost worse than the tortu2re itself. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the clock and the terrible black hand that jumped from minute to minute. She started seeing faces human faces in the clock face: taunting her, laughing at her, counting the minutes along with the hand. Tarib’s, Sayiid’s, even her own.
As the fifteen minutes became three, then two, then one, she started to fight her bonds. It hurt. Just her weight on the iron spikes was agony; when she started to struggle the pain became excruciating. She tried to remain still but the black hand told her she had to escape.
She started screaming even before the current raged through her body, scorching her pussy with a stream of electrons from her nipple and toe. When the electricity stopped her thighs continued to spasm and her vagina convulse. The pain was unrelenting and there was nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was slump helplessly in the pitiless bondage and wait for the next surge of agonizing current.
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Asylum X
Asylum X.
It made perfect sense that the facility would be one owned by the company her father once ran, and the one that Carl now generously runs. Alexis will have free room and board and all the dick she can eat whether she wants it or not!
But a tight, young twat like her has other uses. No sense in letting those nice, warm holes and that nice, babymaking womb go to waste, eh?
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Black master
In this raw and dramatic comic, only the most intense, erotic, and perverted things will happen. Poor, co-ed Katie wakes up in a dark and dimly lit basement to a horrifying fact and an even more horrifying revelation: she’s the newest white bread sex slave to a tall, dark, and gravel voiced man, the devious Darnell!
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I want to see in that nice crack between your legs
Valentina’s story
“So… you want to be a model? Then why don’t you show me? Shake that ass… make me WANT you! Unless you want to be kissed again by the riding crop…” John Zingarelli said, lightly tapping Susan’s pert posterior with the end of the riding whip. Susan let out another muffled whimper from behind the massive ballgag wedged inside her pretty little mouth, but she did as she was told… pumping her body back and forth like she was being fucked by an invisible lover and making her tight, toned ass jiggle invitingly in the dim light. Susan’s pretty little face burned with shame as she did such a lewd and wanton act. This wasn’t what she had in mind when she wanted to be a model. She imagined she’d by lounging poolside, eyed hungrily by poor little poolboys while a photographer snapped her in a tight bikini while she sipped a martini. The thought that, instead of being a pool bunny, she would be a dungeon slave, was too humiliating for her to even contemplate. Tears of absolute humiliation dribbled down her cheeks as Susan kept pumping herself back and forth, jiggling that tight ass to the tune of the invisible lover, fucking her relentlessly under threat of a painful whipping!
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Fear is an important part of breaking a girl
Fear is an important part of breaking a girl. You have to get her to think about you all the time, even when you’re not there. The anticipation is what really makes her mind crumble. Or hell, maybe I just like watching them shiver and cry.
I creaked the door slowly open. Instantly, she tried to twist her head around. She couldn’t see me of course. All she could see was my shadow, falling over her.
I just stood there for several moments. I enjoyed the way my dark shadow fell across her white skin. As if my shadow alone was claiming ownership over her body. I enjoyed the way she writhed back and forth in terror at the mere sight of my shadow. I guess I’ve always been a poet at heart.
Her body was stiff; ever inch of her naked flesh, attentive to me, trying to figure out what I was going to do to her today. As if there was anything she could do. Sometimes I just open the door and stand here, and then I close it and walk away. Just to fuck with her head. Not today though. Full story at 3D Interracial
I took a step inside and she burst out crying. I was instantly hard. I had so much power! Such total control over this hot little piece of ass! Was it really just last week that she was some cock-teasing little college freshman? I remember the smug look on her face as she walked past all the guys who drooled just to look at her. She used to think she such a big deal. Look at her now, afraid of my shadow.
