Her Master wants me to make her more

July 12, 2018 at 2:51 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
damian
Master Lo was an expert in his art. In Wandeng province, there was no more skilled torturer than him. He was proud of the fact that he had tortured over 1,000 people and none had ever died under his care. Many people did not understand, but the purpose of torture is to make a victim suffer – either for punishment, or to convince them to talk.
He did not really care which they were sent to him for. It was all the same to him. The most recent girl sent to him was Wei-Ling, apparently she was to be made to suffer for two days. He didn’t know why, although he overheard his assistants talking about a refused marriage proposal. In Wandeng province, it was considered shameful to be refused an offer of marriage. For all he knew, it could be the girl’s own family who sent her here.
Lo knew that the largest part of torture is fear. Although Lo was proud of the fact he had never killed anyone, he never wanted his subjects to know that. The entire time they were with him, they should feel as if their life was in his hands. To help with the sense of fear, Lo liked to work on several subjects at the same time. When a new victim appeared, the first thing he did was explain – in great detail – what was happening to the others.
“See Mei over here, behind you?” he said to the girl, as she was being strapped to an X-shaped cross. “We got twenty seven hot needles into her, before she passed out. I thought she deserved a bit of a break, so I’ll let her hang there for a bit. If she doesn’t wake up in a couple of hours, we’ll find a way to revive her. Perhaps the two of you would like to play together?”

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Please obey orders

July 8, 2018 at 7:20 pm, Category: Mr. Kane | No Comments

Black star apocalypse
Mr Kane
There was a period of confusion after the attack and the pirates took advantage of it to capture most of the surviving women and load them onto their craft. They ignored the probers who would have helped them distinguish between different categories of female prisoners. They only saw tits and cunts.
Thanz ordered the commanders of the mercenary fleet to distribute the women any way they wanted. The more women they had, the better for their cocks, he said. This chaotic distribution left the door open for many Xagians and Republicans to escape from the prisons of the Empire, but at a price: they were abused and raped mercilessly by the primitive pirates. Interrogation sessions were an excuse for all kinds of sexual brutality.
Captain Bronz and Lieutenant Barrow planned to take full advantage of this situation. Barrow was a brutal Azcanac mutant who had once been a paid tracker of Xagians. He boasted about his collection of horrendous trophies made of Xagian skin. But the two men didn’t get as many women as they wanted because they were among the last to arrive in the ruined passageways of Avernoh.
The four women they managed to catch would stay with them, they decided. They had no guarantee that the distribution system would give them any females at all…
“Look at this bitch, Captain! She’s a Xagian, for sure! See her cunt? It’s as tight as the barrel of my pistol. It’s made for shooting practice! You’re looking at a piece of Grade A Xagian pussy there!”
“Are you sure she’s Xagian, Mr Akznaco?”
“Sure as there are satellites on Crudor, Captain! I can’t get my fingers in her! It’s gonna be hard to get my cock in there!”
“Make an effort! I’ll watch while I wait for the warkosa to take effect.”
“Captain, you should keep off that stuff! You know it doesn’t do you any good!”
“Please obey orders, Lieutenant! You found this cunt hiding in the ventilation shaft, so she’s yours! Get on with it and fuck her!”
“At your orders, Captain!”

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The man in her ass had stopped slapping her tits

July 4, 2018 at 3:17 am, Category: De Haro | No Comments

The preacher
de haro
Maria was Colombian. She had answered an advert for a job as a waitress. A few hours after the interview she woke up in a church crypt, bound and gagged, with a big banana-shaped cock in her ass.
There were two men in the room, both wearing black robes.
For a time nobody spoke. The man in her ass just kept banging away at her. Then suddenly he spoke…
“Take that, bitch! You’re all the same! You know men want to see your tits and your cunts and you cover them up, don’t you? Why do you do it?”
“MMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“I’m fucking your ass to teach you a lesson, bitch! UGH! It lets me see your cunt too! Take that! UGH! OOOOH”
“MMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you? In your ass?”
Maria nodded.
“So I’m hurting you, right?”
She nodded again. The man grabbed one of her tits in each hand and squeezed them painfully.
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
He began slapping them around with his hand, forehand and backhand…
“This is what you’re here for, bitch! To be punished and fucked!”
SLAP! SLAP!
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
The other Brother stepped forward.
“This is an opportunity to pay for your sins, bitch!” he said. “We’re here to punish you for provoking men and then not showing them your body! We’ll teach you discipline and obedience, whore! Your tits and cunt and ass and mouth belong to us, now, understand?”
Maria nodded.

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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
damian
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.
“MMM!!! MMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“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…
SWIIISH! SWIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAP! SLAAAAP!
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

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This girl screamed long and loud

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

Wild west
damian
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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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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Master, have mercy

May 31, 2018 at 2:36 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
damian
“It was her! Please I beg you to understand! It was her Master Tan! Please stop!” screamed Tina.
Tina and Rita were two of the most popular girls at the local brothel, but the master of the house – Tan – had a problem. A very wealthy white client had visited the brothel and used the services of both girls. In the morning, his pocket watch had disappeared. He was outraged. With his wealth and influence, Tan knew that he could have the brothel shut down that very day.
So, thinking quickly, Tan offered a solution. A very special private show, just for this client. In the grandest of the rooms, two X shaped crosses were erected. The two girls were brought in and stripped, before being bound to the cross. They were clearly afraid.
Before them, the white man sat on a grand throne, setup for him by Master Tan. “This man lost something very precious last night” said Master Tan, “one of you must know something.”
Rita, the girl with the larger breasts looked and Master Tan and said “Master, we would never take anything! Please! You know me, I have been here four years! You know it cannot be me!”
Tina was a slimmer girl, known in the house for her amazing flexibility, “No! Don’t believe her! I did not take anything! Check my room! Master, have mercy!”

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She screamed and creamed uncontrollably

April 11, 2018 at 5:11 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Wild west

damian

But still, even now, so close to the sweet smell of sweating slut, the natives took their time… stripping the girl of her delicate petticoats and soft silks in bits and pieces while she screamed and creamed uncontrollably. Their dark, red faces grinned malevolently as they bared her pale, white flesh and rubbed their dirty, calloused hands all over her, roughly groping at her plump tits and pawing at her trembling, soaked pussy.

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You better be good fuck

March 7, 2018 at 5:57 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Wild west

damian

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” the girl screamed as the first warrior dropped his loincloth, revealing his massive member. As he laid down over the wriggling fuck meat and slowly thrust his erect cock deep inside her, he sneered. “You better be good fuck, or we leave you in riverbed for the crows!” he threatened as he began fucking her… hard.

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I bet she’s a slut

February 2, 2018 at 3:23 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Witch hunt

damian

“Do you know what this one did?” asked Marco.”I forgot to ask,” said the witch-hunter. “I’m sure she deserves it though. Just look at those lips. I bet she’s a slut!””Oh definitely,” agreed Marco. “They all deserve it. It always makes me feel good when I go home at night, to know that I’m spreading some justice in the world. Sometimes, I just like to know their exact crimes.”
Marco dabbed another drop of hot oil onto Sarah. It hissed and smoked. She moaned.

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And then he’d fuck her open with his cock

December 27, 2017 at 5:45 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Slavegirls in an oriental world

damian

“GLLURRRGGGHHHHHH! AAHGGGGGLLLAAA!” The girl howled and gurgled around the cock in her throat. The cane was viciously slashing down across her swollen and now angry red pussy lips in a staccato rhythm , one blinding flash of agony after another with no time for her to rest.
Rashad groaned with pleasure as she screamed around his cock, but he was disciplined. It would be another hour at least before he came. By then her pussy would be nearly swollen shut from the welts and bruises he was leaving on her…
And then he’d fuck her open with his cock…

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And then you’ll service our cocks

December 4, 2017 at 10:06 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Roman decadence

damian

As Vinteria watched the two women, screaming and crying as the Romans abused them, she found herself glad she was being tied to the cross. A slow death seemed preferable to a life a Roman painslave or fuckdoll. “Oh don’t worry girl, you’ll only be up there until tomorrow morning. Then we’ll cut you down and you’ll take her place on the rack! And then you’ll service our cocks!”
“NOOOO!”

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Please use my disgusting body for your pleasure

October 27, 2017 at 5:02 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Roman decadence
damian
“Awww, feel my seed filling your filthy barbarian womb?” Arturo laughed, his body twitching as his cock shot his semen deep into her violated hole. “I hope you get pregnant whore. And I hope it’s a daughter so that when she comes of age, I can fuck her too, while you watch!”
“Arturo, please, not so loud. I can’t hear what this lovely girl is saying?” Legate Antonius said.
“Please my lord, my good Roman lord, let me service you! Let me give myself to you! I’m begging you! Please use my disgusting body for your pleasure!” The girl sobbed brokenly, trying to squirm away from Antonius who was brutally squeezing and twisting her tit in his hand.

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Tregau’s only source of revenue was it’s extensive network of brothels…

March 27, 2017 at 9:53 am, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Island brothel of the sisters Chang
hines
The female brothel owners referred to as the Chang Sisters consisted actually of Grandma Chang, daughter Miya and granddaughter Niyo. Together, they were a major cog in the criminal underworld that dominated the tiny, independent island nation of Tregau. Tregau’s only source of revenue was it’s extensive network of brothels, low-level gambling and smuggling. Located not far from China, now one of the few stable nations, it had managed to escape Chinese justice only by skillfully pandering to American and Western paranoia toward the emerging Asian giant. Now in this new global chaos, the island’s criminal elite had already begun to stow their ill-gotten gains in overseas banks and financial institutions; sooner or later, they knew that China would likely move to remove Tregau’s troublesome stain from the area – with it’s neighbors’ full approval.
But for bottom-scraping criminals like the Chang Sisters, fleeing was not an realistic consideration. Their sole option, they decided, was to make as much money as they could and flee to whatever safe haven when the Chinese came to clean things up. Ever clever, the Changs arranged to employ their Western contacts to spread rumors that Western women might find a welcoming refuge, free food and support in Tregau – with the Changs’ contact phones and addresses included, of course…

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Time for you to pay for being a dirty young whore…

December 29, 2016 at 4:40 am, Category: BDSM Art, Thorn | No Comments

The civil servant
thorn
“Faster you bitch come on move it,” he flicked the whip against the cheeks of her bottom compelling to grater effort, “that’s it give me a good show.” Crying bitterly the girl continued to ride the huge cock, it was hard for her to decide which was worse the sting of the whip or the painful stretching of the walls of her cunt.
“All right bitch you’ve had enough fun,” he said finally, “time for you to pay for being a dirty young whore.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up lifting her clear of the dildo, which left her body with a loud sucking plop.
He dragged the stool from beneath her and then uncoiled the whip to its full length. Standing back he took his measure, this was something he prided himself on, giving a good whipping, it was something he felt he had some skill at, as it was a talent he had practised before on previous visits to the hall with other unfortunate young women. He let the whip fly out but not at the girl. It whistled a though the air, then with a flick of his wrist he produced a loud crack that sounded like a gunshot in the close confines of the room. The girl jumped visibly.

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He struck her hard, across her bottom…

September 2, 2016 at 11:35 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Thorn | No Comments

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His other hand rose, then, slap! He struck her hard, across her bottom. “Owww! … Oooo!” she yelped, taken by surprise.
Pleased by her reaction, he inflicted another slap on her pump tempting target, then another. He set about spanking the helpless girl in earnest, slapping her buttocks hard bringing tears to her eyes whilst all the while is other hand fingered her cunt.
“Naughty, naughty,” he chided her, “push your pussy into my hand”. Driven by the slapping of her bottom Judy thrust her hips forward, offering her cunt to his probing fingers that delved into the slit, frigging her.
“I think this dirty little pussy deserves some cock, but not mine I’m afraid. If you are a good girl I will fuck you later, but for now I think it is time we made use of this nice toy I ordered for you,” he indicated to the stool, with its monstrous protrusion.

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Urban brothel sexslaves

July 14, 2016 at 7:06 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Urban brothel sexslaves

It was time for Tara to earn a little extra money for the Guzman Brothel with her owned pussy. The Senora had arranged to invite a half-dozen of her more valued male customers over to meet and sample what Tara had to offer. Senora Guzman liked to put on small orgies in order to show off her newest slaves; a very effective marketing tool, indeed.
Among all the other new slaves, it was the American Tara who seemed to become the favorite that night As Senora Guzman looked on with stern approval, each of her stiff-dicked guest’s grunted his appreciation of Tara’s most-abnormal snug slave pussy. The young slave-whore sobbed and cried as her fit body shook from the hard thrusts from the several cocks so eager to try to do their best to be the one that made her unable to take any more. The blond American slave girl did her slavish best to use her legs and hips to grind back at them as they fucked her; her fevered bucking working to cause them explode their cum up from their balls. As Tara labored under each man who topped her one by one as she lay on the stained mattress alongside the other slave girls chosen for the occasion. For the first, Tara truly became a fucktoy….

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He seemed to transform into another person, it was scary

June 22, 2016 at 12:48 pm, Category: Arcas, BDSM Art | No Comments

He seemed to transform into another person, it was scary

My name is Jennifer Flores, and I live in my boyfriend’s closest. Or… he used to be my boyfriend. I guess it’s fair to think of us as “broken up” these days. I mean, not only does he keep my locked up in here, all day, every day; but I am pretty sure he’s seeing other women.
The weird thing is, I didn’t see it coming at all. We’d been together for over a year, and he was the best boyfriend I ever had. He took me to dinner, he bought me flowers, and he even asked me to move in with him.
The only time in our whole relationship that he ever really seemed to get mad at me was when I tried to go down into the basement. He always kept the basement locked up; he said it was his “private space” and I was never supposed to go down there. The one time I tried to sneak in, he screamed at me. He seemed to transform into another person, it was scary.
But that was just one time, and so I didn’t think about it much. I decided I just needed to “give him space” and leave the basement alone. After all, he was a great boyfriend. He was handsome, he drove a nice car, and the sex was by far the best sex I ever had.
Then one day, out of nowhere, he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me down into the basement. He didn’t even have drug me or trick me or anything, he just grabbed and pulled. I never saw it coming. More stories at Rude Comics

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls – She was never seen again

June 15, 2016 at 9:55 am, Category: Badia, BDSM Art | No Comments

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls - She was never seen again

“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.

Schooling for slaves – A happy crew in the training school’s cargo arrival room

June 11, 2016 at 6:04 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Schooling for slaves - A happy crew in the training school's cargo arrival room

The men who worked the training schools’ locked and very secure cargo arrival departments tended to be underpaid and sometimes overworked; but that didn’t necessarily mean that they were unhappy, though… After all, one of the benefits of working that department was especially-selected newly arrived captive girls being readily accessible to each worker for his use. Nothing better for one of these working men to be able fuck and abuse a new slavegirl in any way he chose for a few days and nights before she was taken away to join the other arrivals for the regular training regimen. And after that, there would be yet another crying and begging slave selected to take her place.
At the moment, the Cargo Worker named Drago was holding his latest selection, Diane, tightly as he began further positioning her on one of the soiled mattresses that lined the walls of the Arrival Room. “Hmmm….”, Drago grunted as his erect dick rubbed against Diane’s naked, spanked backside. “I’m happy they choose you for me, bitch. I like fucking sweet-looking gals like you and you’re going to be spending a lot of time getting used to this big ol’ cock of mine. Of course, I might be hurting you a bit – but that’ll be mild compared what the trainers will be doing.”

I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face

June 6, 2016 at 12:16 pm, Category: Arcas, BDSM Art | No Comments

I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face

Monica looked up at me as I was counting the money. I took a drag on my cigarette and blew smoke in her face.
“I know, right?” I laughed. “Who would have thought you’d be worth so much money? Pasty little white girl like you. But that’s the Sheikh for you, he’s crazy about white cunt.”
I’d actually met Monica using online dating. Technology’s great. She had the same story as a dozen other girls I’d shipped off to the Sheikh. Grew up in a small town, Iowa or Nebraska or whatever. High School prom was over and now she was bored. The football player she’d dated in high school wasn’t good enough to be a football player in college and now, suddenly, her future prospects looked a lot less promising than they did when she was riding in a float during the old Homecoming parade.
Suddenly, I swoop in, on her Okcupid profile. Tall, rich, handsome stranger, who’d traveled to far off, exotic lands. These dumb sluts can’t wait to cheat on their boyfriends with me. I just flirt with them over messages a few times, make a quick phone call, so they can listen to my “deep, sexy voice,” then we meet up for our first “date.”
Then –Bam!!!! I’ve got ‘em drugged and in the trunk of my car before they know what hit them. By the time a girl wakes up, she’s naked, caged, gagged and on her way to the Sheikh’s palace.
My favorite part is the look they always give me. So hurt, so resentful. “I thought you were going to rescue me from my boring life,” they seem to say. “I thought you were going to sweep me off my feet and take me to a world of adventure and magic.”

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Enemies of Rome – The blonde warrior

June 2, 2016 at 7:58 am, Category: BDSM Art, Mr. Kane | No Comments

Enemies of Rome - The blonde warrior

Drusila had never kept a brothel, but there were always whores following the gladiators from town to town, and over the years she had come to an agreement with some of them. She acted as an unofficial manager, arranging meetings with local officials or merchants in exchange for a cut in the profits. Now her idea was to prepare something special for the primus of the games, using men and women.
Recently a new consignment of slaves had arrived from the North Way. They were blonde, blue-eyed barbarians who fought very well. Their swords were always sharp because the many small tribes in that area were always fighting each other.
Drusila’s first thought was to hire female gladiators, who were proving popular with the crowds at that time. But she decided to do something a little different. She wanted a woman who was strong and skilful with weapons, but was also beautiful and sensual. At the end of the contest the blonde warrior would be fucked by all the gladiators. Her enforced orgasms would be impressive and powerful, Drusila thought. Where was the fun in watching a meek, submissive slave have an orgasm?
Drusila had learnt that a beautiful woman was in prison waiting to be crucified for murdering her Master. She went to the prison to take a look at her.

Jeanne, 21 – daughter of slain mobster (rejected)

May 31, 2016 at 6:26 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Jeanne, 21 - daughter of slain mobster (rejected)

Mr. Mousud’s breathing was a bit more rapid now as he continued to paw and grope at a terrified Jeanne’s body parts. “Mmmmm, you’ve got some nice tits on you,” he muttered as his crude fingers pinched and tugged rudely on the slave’s breasts. Hard to believe that an ugly, overgrown thug like your late father could produce such a beautiful girl like you! But, again, you do have quite a good-looking mother. She was one hell of a good fuck too! About twenty of us spent an entire night slamming our cocks in her before they took her away!
“But I’m glad I bought you! Buying and selling slaves is a hard business and you’re just the type of blond Western girl to keep around as my personal fucktoy! Maybe if you show me how grateful you are my buying you, I might do you a favor and buy your mummy too! That way, one of you can watch me fuck the other one! Hmmm, that’s sounds like a good idea. Would you like that?” Mousud’s ample cock twitched inside his pants at the thought.
“You know, it’s too bad your father not alive. It would have been so nice to see his face if I made your mother suck my cock and get it all big and stiff so that I could fuck you in the ass!”

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