Ask me to punish you

July 16, 2018 at 4:50 am, Category: De Haro | No Comments

The preacher
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Brother Henry had been in the Church of the Chosen for six months now and he was very happy. The religious side had never been a problem. The sect had written their own holy book which was easy to study and easy to read in church.
The rest of his job involved tying up, flogging and fucking.
Henry liked to go slowly and talk dirty, often with his cock in his hand. This girl was new and he wanted to know more about her.
“Have you ever shown your breasts to a man of religion before?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
She had learnt to say “Master” with the help of a bamboo cane on her naked buttocks.
“You weren’t wearing a bra when you arrived,” said Henry. “Why’s that?”
“I don’t always wear one.”
“Is it to show your nipples under your top?”
“I suppose so… Master.”
“When you wear one, what color is it?”
“Black.”
“You should always wear a bra. Tits like these make men sin!”
Henry wet his finger and rubbed it slowly over both her nipples. Then he blew on them and watched as they wrinkled and became erect and tubular…
He picked up a cat o’nine tails with a knot on the end of its nine leather straps.
“I’m going to punish you for your naked breasts! Ask me to punish you!”
The girl looked confused.
“I haven’t done anything wrong!” she said.

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

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

Prison camp
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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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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
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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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They were fucking and flogging women

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

The preacher
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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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Tourist – UK Tourists Julianna 20, and Catherine 33

July 30, 2016 at 2:19 am, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Tourist - UK Tourists Julianna 20, and Catherine 33

Disappeared while touring East Africa Republic: Although they had been hearing the warnings concerning the possible dangers of traveling through certain areas of Eastern Africa, sisters Catherine and Julianna had decided that the extremely low travel and lodging rates offered to tourists visiting the small, emerging country called the East Africa Republic was a deal just too good to pass up. Sure, there were the many reports of religious warfare in the outer provinces and the occasional anti-governmental riots and demonstrations; but the regime there, backed by Western interests, seemed to have things under relative control. Besides, the online tourist information sites listed the E.A.R. as having hotels and resorts ranked among the best 4-star facilities in the world. Word was that there would be few problems if tourists limited their activities to areas around the larger towns and the cities. More at Mad BDSM Art.
But Julianna and Catherine, being more robust and adventurous than the usual tourists, just couldn’t resist the lure of exploring the real, genuine aspects of the country; they hired themselves a car with four-wheel drive and employed a trusty-looking and helpful African guide named Tajni. Tanji looked somewhat imposing with his face anointed tribal scars, but he spoke English very well and had the nicest smile. Surely, they would discover more interesting things outside the country’s metropolitan areas.

Fear is an important part of breaking a girl

July 5, 2016 at 8:36 pm, Category: Arcas, BDSM Art | No Comments

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.

Black Star – Steel eels

June 29, 2016 at 10:00 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Mr. Kane | No Comments

Black Star - Steel eels

The rules of the Emperor’s harem were based on pain and pleasure. They were implacable. Every so often the mature women were purged. This was done by a series of harem regeneration tests known as the “Maturalias”. The oldest women, all of them over 40 years old, were subjected to severe tests to establish if they were still worth a place in the harem. In these tests they had to show their worth as the Emperor’s concubine in tests of pain resistance, sexual skills and ability to withstand severe penetration.
Those who failed the tests were condemned to spending the rest of their days in much-feared confinement centers, or were made to participate in the Pain Festival. In this festival the Emperor’s concubines were submitted to the cruelest punishments purely to satisfy the whims of the Great Master of the Empire, as the Emperor now called himself. Those who were able to withstand all kinds of humiliating abuse were allowed to stay in the harem.
The Pain Festival is the high point of the Maturalias. Pain is administered in a special arena known as the Painkorror. It is full of the most blood-chilling instruments of torture. Most of the spectators are the cruel inhabitants of the Black Planet, who sit on the terraces drooling over the horrendous torture sessions. The Emperor Helmekios sits on his sacred throne, surrounded by female slaves who have passed the tests and who are allowed to serve him with their glistening naked bodies.

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls – His cock felt so good inside her

May 29, 2016 at 9:00 pm, Category: Badia, BDSM Art | No Comments

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls - His cock felt so good inside her

Jennifer didn’t know that Mark was married, if only she’d known. He was so rich and handsome, he bought her all kinds of gifts, and his cock felt so good inside her. Then Mark’s wife found them together…
“So my husband says you wouldn’t let him fuck you up your ass. What, are you too good to let him fuck that pretty little ass?” That’s what she had asked as she was shoving the splintery wooden dildo up Jennifer’s ass, forcing her delicate sphincter to stretch further and further over the brutal wooden tip.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She said. “You thought Mark loved you, that he would protect you forever. Well unfortunately for you the only thing Mark has got going for him is a huge cock, which is the only reason I keep his stupid ass around. I make the money in the family, he just mooches off me like a fucking parasite. Of course I also get the added pleasure of torturing his girlfriends every time he fucks up, so you know it’s really not such a bad marriage. And like I said, that cock. It really is amazing isn’t it? I bet it got you all hot, huh? Well now I’m going to get you even hotter.”

Degradation in Rome – A Slave in love

May 23, 2016 at 4:39 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Mr. Kane | No Comments

Degradation in Rome - A Slave in love

His warehouses were run in strict military fashion. The slaves and their guards were controlled carefully. Sexual impulses were not allowed and were punished very severely if they occurred. Those slaves that he selected for pleasure rather than work were placed in the care of Mistress Adia, a famous whore who passed on her long experience in pleasing men…
Decius Portius imposed the same strict discipline on himself. He treated the slaves like commercial goods, even when he was conducting a physical examination of a new slave. He ordered each girl to strip naked, and then he ran his hands all over her body, pressing her buttocks and breasts, lifting them to judge their weight and firmness, and sticking his finger up their anuses and into their vaginas. He tested the slaves’ sensitivity by licking their nipples and blowing on them, and by feeling their clitorises and examining their cunt lips to see how quickly they were lubricating and opening. He especially valued a prominent clitoris that stuck out from its protective hood because it meant that the girl was very sensitive…
Unlike all the other slave traders, he never had sex with a slave himself. He used the information from his physical examinations only to put the girls into the right categories.

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls – What was wrong with these maniacs

May 22, 2016 at 11:41 am, Category: Badia, BDSM Art, BDSM Comics | No Comments

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls - What was wrong with these maniacs

The cum dribbling from her ass and pussy sizzled and evaporated as it dripped down towards the blazing brazier between Tiffany’s legs. The pair of psychos had just finished double teaming her, her holes still aching from their brutal rhythmic fucking. Now they were content to watch her squirm and squeal as heat from the brazier cooked the girl’s raw, dripping flesh.
“Woooohhheeee! Look at her twitch and dance!”
“Yeah, look at those pussy lips, they’re lathered in sweat and jiggling like jello! HAHAH!”
What was wrong with these maniacs, why were they doing this!?

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls – Let me suck your cock, anything!

May 15, 2016 at 5:35 am, Category: Badia, BDSM Art | No Comments

Masterpieces just-kidnapped slavegirls - Let me suck your cock, anything!

“PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!” Maddy shrieked as the man began dragging her into the ‘playroom’, as her captor called it. He’d grabbed her three days ago when she’d been working the late night shift at the barista stand. He just kicked in the door, threw her in the trunk and drove off. It’d been three days and no one had found her yet! Where was everyone!?
“No, oh God please, no!” Maddy sobbed as he began binding her hands and legs, “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll fuck you good, please. Let me suck your cock, anything!”
“Now now, you know how I love to play our favorite game…” The man said, gently rubbing the flogger against her sore swollen tits.
“Pleeeeaassseeee…”

Rebecca tried to tell herself it was all a bad dream

May 10, 2016 at 8:16 pm, Category: Arcas, BDSM Art | No Comments

Rebecca tried to tell herself it was all a bad dream

Rebecca tried to tell herself it was all a bad dream. That soon she would wake up in her comfortable bed, in her fancy apartment. But she knew that wasn’t true. The truth was her old life was over. She was no longer Rebecca Warren, successful New York lawyer. She was just Specimen 12, fucktoy to a bunch of horny alien monsters. This was her life now, and there was nothing at all she could do about it.

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Penance for innocence – spread her legs

April 26, 2016 at 5:44 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Penance for innocence - spread her legs

Twenty year-old Irene had always been a nice, decent girl. The kind of girl who obeyed her parents every wish and volunteered to help those in need. Just the kind of innocent young thing that the Penance club was most interested in. Irene was fated to pay penance for having such a good stable life and also pay for being such an innocent in a world in which most of it’s inhabitants are selfish or evil or both.
Irene’s protests against her treatment served only to make things harder on her; the Penance women enjoyed hurting her and making her accept her place. But those experienced ladies knew that pain and suffering weren’t enough to overcome Irene’s learned and innate innocence; only when she was subjected to repeated and nonstop humiliation and realized the hopelessness of her situation would she be ready to begin her new life as a whore.
For the next phase of Irene’s training, Wilbur had been chosen to help prepare her. Wilbur. Short, dumpy, doughy and dim-witted Wilbur. Wilbur drooled and couldn’t carry on a decent conversation, but Wilbur had a fat, ten-inch cock and a set of low-hanging balls that seemed to churn up an almost endless supply of thick cum that made him a terrifying late-night visitor to any slavegirl’s cell. And even more of a horror to Irene when she was given to him to share his cell and serve as his steady girlfriend.
We advise you to treat Wilbur well, they told Irene. He gets frustrated easily and can get very unpleasant if he doesn’t get everything he wants from a girl. That’s why he was in that asylum for the criminally insane where we found him.
Irene could only tremble fearfully that night when Wilbur came back to his cell to meet his own personal girl. “Wilbur hurt you,” the slug-like man muttered, drooling. “Then Wilbur fuck you.”
“No! No, Wilbur! You don’t need to hurt me,” Irene pleaded. She desperately laid down on the stained mattress and spread her legs.

Mary’s hell – Please, Tom, you’re scaring me!

April 25, 2016 at 10:02 am, Category: Badia, BDSM Art | No Comments

Mary's hell - Please, Tom, you’re scaring me!

“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.”

Mary’s hell – Mary screeched as she went down

April 22, 2016 at 5:44 am, Category: Badia, BDSM Art | No Comments

Mary's hell - Mary screeched as she went down

“You fucking treacherous SLUT!” Tom yelled, punctuating his sentence by viciously backhanding his wife.
“AIEEEGHHH!” Mary screeched as she went down. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt like it would burst, the blood roaring through her ears so loudly she couldn’t even hear what Tom was saying now.
She curled up into a ball, clutching her face and sobbing into the carpet.
“You dumb piece of shit, you fucking cow, how could you do this to me? You just stay right there you fucking useless whore!” Tom said, leaving her cowering on the floor.
Mary couldn’t even understand what was happening, Tom had never hit her before. He’d never even raised his voice. That was the whole reason she’d married him, because he seemed like a harmless old man with lots of money. She didn’t even recognize the Tom she had just seen…

Good girls, sweet girls – Being Uncle Neil’s Good Girl

April 21, 2016 at 1:24 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Hines | No Comments

Good girls, sweet girls - Being Uncle Neil's Good Girl

“Oh, please, Uncle Neil! Please let me go!” Natalie’s pleas came between disjointed breaths caused by Neil’s jolting fucking that rocked her body to and fro.
“Uhhhh, Uh, Ahhhhhh..,” distant Uncle Neil grunted as he nuzzled Natalie’s sweaty neck while continuing to plow her 19 year-old tight pussy with his sizeable cock. He was proud of the size, girth and hardness of his cock. Bigger than most younger guys and able to maintain it’s hardness a lot longer, too. Right now he was giving this semi-niece of his a thorough demonstration of just how vigorous a fucker an old man like him could be….
It had all began when Natalie had called her Uncle Neil to ask if she could stay at his place temporarily while she searched for a job and her own place in the city. She had only met Uncle Neil a couple of times when he had traveled downstate to attend family parties or gatherings at her house. She had noticed that a few family members – including her mother – seemed to be openly hostile toward Uncle Neil and there were a couple of whispers about some less-than-steller deeds committed some time in the past. But gossip and backbiting were common at those family gatherings and Natalie put it down as things that could be ignored. A wrong assumption.
Arriving at Uncle Neil’s place of residence, Natalie was initiallytaken aback at the derelict-looking building in which he had a basement apartment. But Natalie was more concerned with having a place to live than the looks of the place. Only when Uncle Neil opened his door did Natalie get her first feeling of uneasiness.
“Uncle Neil, what’s with the chains on the door and all the handcuffs and stuff?”
“Got them just for you, sweetie,” Uncle Neil laughed as he grabbed Natalie by her throat…

Medieval stern perverted treatment. Artwork by Farrel

July 13, 2009 at 7:49 pm, Category: BDSM Art, Farrel | No Comments

farrel artwork

Multiple ladies treated with utmost tempting desire to examine their sinful bodies and touch each inch of their lustful flesh. Pregnant dame tied to a post with her belly constantly touched by a cane for flogging. Pretty chick with curly hair tied in the barn with her tits pulled by a rope. The babe who is not lucky today experiences brutal facial intercourse with huge dick hammering her throat against the wall.

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Stanton artwork. Weekdays of an old bordel.

June 1, 2009 at 11:00 am, Category: BDSM Art, Stanton | No Comments

stanton artwork

Blond, brunette and red-haired enslaved whores with big tits, sweet pussies and hot tongues from this bordel are always ready to satisfy all the demands of the masters and mistresses. They must be flogged, bound and fucked into all holes. One can do everything with these obedient slaves. Their skin is soft and plushy, their lips and mouths are skilled, their throats, pussies and asses are so deep and flexible that it makes you want to penetrate them deeply and hammer the shit deep into the seductive body of the slutty chicks, and their eyes are always full of desire.

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