Rough BDSM Artwork

“Okay, Michelle, you can do this.” Michelle said to herself as she walked into the lesbian bar. She wasn’t gay, but she wanted to join the most popular sorority at her university and this was her pledge. The other sisters would be at a booth watching, and it was Michelle’s job to seduce the oldest and ugliest woman she could find. It didn’t take long to find her.
Gretchen was huge and going on sixty, with huge sagging tits and a face that was drooped in a permanent scowl.
“Hi,” Michelle said, stepping up to the bar.
“Well hello there, little one.” Gretchen said, here dry wrinkled lips peeling back to reveal her yellowed, chipped teeth.
Michelle nearly threw up in her mouth at the sight, but kept the bile down.
“Look, I’ve…I’ve never done this before…” Michelle said.
“Oh, don’t worry dear, we all had to start somewhere. So you haven’t had your face wrapped in soaking wet slit yet?”
Michelle was taken aback by the woman’s vulgarity, and she’d almost stopped right there…if only she had.

“My brother say’s you’ve been acting like a real bitch since you turned eighteen!” Bob said as he drove his special punishment dildo into his niece’s quivering cunt. The dildo wasn’t overly thick, but it was layered in scales like a fish, sharp metal scales that had been hastily welded on, leaving sharp edges that cut her tender walls and gaps that pinched her flesh so tightly that it would tear her when he finally removed it.
“PLLEEEEEAAASSSSSSSEEEEE!” Tammy screamed as her delicate pussy erupted in a hellfire of tearing, grinding agony that shot up through her belly and lodged in the back of her eyes like someone had driven ice-picks through them.
“SHUT UP!” Bob said, pulling the dildo out of her quivering hole and driving it back in again, brutally ramming into her cervix. She nearly collapsed from the shock, but he caught her in his arms. Then, while her vision was still filled with dancing white lights of agony, Bob reached into her mouth and pulled her tongue out. “Hope you don’t mind the clip, I’ll find a nice rusty fishing hook to hang you by next time.”

“What are you doing!? Tom, please! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Mary cried.
Tom had flipped her onto her belly and, digging his knee into her lower back, wrenched her arms behind her back and began binding her wrists with thick rope.
“You’re gonna fucking learn! You don’t fuck with me by fucking other men! I’m gonna take you someplace where you’ll learn to become a proper fucking wife!” Tom said, slapping some duct tape around her eyes.
“Please, Tom, you’re scaring me! Just divorce me! Please, I won’t contest anything! I swear!”
“Shut the fuck up, you dumb cunt, I’m tired of listening to your fucking whining!” Tom said, covering her mouth with more duct tape. “Now get up and let’s go.”