“Please don’t call the cops! My boyfriend… he just needed one part for his car and… and I told him I could get it for him. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll leave!” Mandy cried.
“Oh I’m not gonna be calling the cops. You’re not the first person to try sneaking in here and stealing from me. The fucking cops never do anything about it.” Leeroy snarled as he hauled the weeping girl into his garage. “No, you’re gonna fucking pay for that part you tried to steal.”
“But… but I don’t have any money.” Mandy said.
“Well I know another way you can pay.” Leeroy said, and began tearing her t-shirt off her body, tearing huge chunks of fabric away with his calloused hands.
“NOOO! What are you DOING!? STOP!” Mandy said, clinging onto her bra now that her t-shirt was in tatters.
Leeroy viciously backhanded her across the face and tore the bra off as easily as the shirt. His hands latched onto her full, heaving tits, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as he squeezed and twisted her soft orbs.
Tears were running down Wendy’s face as she shivered in agony, the rope cutting between her legs was so tight it was crushing her tiny clit and sawing between her delicate lips, even through her panties.
Why had she stopped for directions here? She should have kept driving and taken her chances instead of stopping at this crusty old service station.
“Well hon, I don’t think I know where Carlstown is, but I do know where the most sensitive parts of a lady are hidden. Now I may be getting on in years, so it takes a lot for my cock to get hard, which means you’re in for lots of… erh… ’foreplay’ I think you ladies call it. Aren’t you lucky?” The mono-toothed hillbilly said as he began digging through his toolbox. BDSM videos at Cartoon Porn Videos 24/7
Monthly Archives: February 2016
I’m gonna fuck that tight ass by De Haro
Whatever the client wants by De Haro
When a girl’s chosen to become a helpless set of holes to fuck and abuse, it’s usually because they already fit the standard of beauty of their abductors or buyers. She’s blonde, tall, with huge tits. Or a short red head with a flat chest. Whatever the client wants. Of course sometimes clients want girls with… unique body types. Or perhaps they want a girl they know, but who might not be in the best of shape.
That’s when they call the Coachers. They’re brutal, efficient trainers who don’t care about the girl’s health or comfort. Their captives suffer through tortuous exercise programs that push the limits of human endurance. The only pain worse than the whipping and spanking they endure, is the pain of exercising through muscle pulls and broken bones. The girls exercise for hours on end, eat strict diets that leave them constantly hungry and pumped full of steroids and stimulants to keep them working through their exhaustion. The only time they get a break from all the physical training is when they’re being sexually trained, fucking and sucking while under the lash of their coach.
Mallory had been a heavyset girl, tipping the scales at 250 while only standing at 5’6, but she was also the smartest and wittiest girl at her university. That was fine until she reported her classmate for cheating who was also the richest guy at school, Maxwell Slavendale. Maxwell’s dad had to give the university a very generous multimillion dollar grant in order to keep Maxwell from being expelled. That wasn’t enough for Maxwell though, he wanted that tattling cow to suffer… and if she was going to spend the rest of her life as his sex slave, then she might as well look the part.
“MMMRRGGHHHH!” Mallory screamed behind her gag as the cane left another burning welt on her tender ass. “NNRRGGGHHH!”
“Shut up and take it you dumb, useless cunt!” Coach Banger said, slashing the cane across her quivering cheeks. Mallory’s once fat ass was now taut and firm after three months of intense exercise and near starvation, and her fine ass was now covered in bright red welts. She’d been struggling to hold her legs up over her head, a stretching exercise that Banger knew would improve flexibility and her ability to endure the repeated, pussy punishing fuck sessions she’d have to endure from her buyer. Banger was now giving her proper motivation.
Scream, whore, scream by Eu Inocencius
“You bitch! You fucking lovely arrogant cunt! Shake it! Shake that fucking hot ass for me! Scream, whore, scream!”
I’m already screaming you horrible bastard! Make him stop! Anything to make him stop!
“Aaaauuuggghhhh! Aaaiiiiiiggghhhh! Mmaagghh iuugh sssfffoughfff! Peeeghffff!
“Pretty rape slut! You dirty cocksucker! Such a pretty rape slave! Good fuckmeat! Squeeze that sore butt hole for me! Try to push my dick out! Squeeze and suffer, bitch. Ahhhhhh, yes! So good, so good, so good!
Olivia was trembling as her body tried to shake off the effects of the assault she had endured. Lactic acids washed out of muscles that had been tensed up so long fighting against her bondage and the cock that had been thrust so cruelly up her ass. Adrenaline and endorphins also were washing out, and dull pain settled in where sharp had been.
The dildo buzzed away in her pussy, but she almost didn’t notice it now that he behind was not also so full.
Won’t he let me go? He has raped my vagina, my mouth, and my ass. What else can he do to me?
Will he ever let me go? Is he going to kill me?
Olivia’s anus burned in the cool cellar air. It has been stretched so wide and if felt as though it had been scraped raw. She could imagine it like it was glowing red in the darkness from all the abuse.
What did he mean, “a friend?” I’m not a lesbian.
The black surrounding her was total.
How long will he leave me here?
With all the other horrors he had inflicted on her, she had not even noticed until now how her hands were getting numb from the ropes around her wrists. She wiggled her fingers to stimulate the circulation.