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He flogged the girl’s six times on each breast by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

The servant stood in front of her and pulled the crop back again like a coiled spring and released it onto her unprotected nipples.
SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He did it six times on each nipple. The brothers nodded their approval, slowly.

Then they walked over to the slave and stood on each side of her. They each pulled one of her knees and opened her thighs wide once again. They stared for a long time at her open sex lips. Then they bent down in turn and gave her lips a big, slow lick, moving from the bottom and flicking the tips of their tongues on her clitoris.

They checked that the clitoris was erect and nodded at the servant. He released his tensed riding crop directly onto it once again…
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

On the third blow the girl wet herself. The brothers licked her thighs and tasted her urine as if it was quality wine.

After the sixth blow she was sobbing. The brothers nodded and the servant released her. He made her lay back over an old wine barrel. She was on her back like a crab with her cunt open and exposed again. The brothers picked up a cat o’nine tails, with knots on the end of stiff leather strips.

They flogged her slowly, taking it in turns to bring the leather down on her exposed cunt lips.
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

She obeyed, He looked down at her cunt by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

The Sheik wanted his sons to know how to treat and train a slave, so he invited them to watch the first training session.

His slave trainer stripped her naked and made her turn round slowly in front of the men.
“Bend over, bitch, and lift your buttocks!”
The girl obeyed. The men fell silent as she raised her firm buttocks. The deep dark cleft between her cheeks fascinated them.
“Pull your ass cheeks apart! Show my sons your anus and your cunt, slave!
The men fell silent with lust.
“Now face your Masters and show them your tits! Put your hands behind your neck! Arch your back and stick your tits out! Turn left and right! Again! Make your tits move, like a whore!”
The men watched fascinated as her irresistible breasts wobbled and jiggled and settled back into place…

SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Without warning, the trainer had caught her a stinging blow on the breasts with his riding crop. She had not expected it and she brought her hands down to rub her breasts.
“Nobody told you to do that, slave!” the trainer shouted. “Put your hands back up and stick your tits out again!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Don’t, please! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The trainer tied her arms out sideways.
“There is only one rule to learn, bitch!” the trainer said. “It is to obey all orders, right?”
The girl nodded.
“This will help you remember!”
He selected a long, flexible riding crop and flogged her all over her naked body.

Well at least keep your filthy cocks out of my anus by Damian

Witch hunt

Sometimes the witches’ marks took the form of “witches’ teats”, two extra nipples which were interpreted as being for the devil to suck on. The Inquisition also looked for moles, warts and other marks on the skin. If there were none, they moved on to needles, which they poked into the victims looking for sensitive areas. This was called “pricking a witch”.

If no sensitive areas were found, torture was used, sometimes fatally. One method was to pour hot fat onto the woman’s body, including into her vagina.

King James liked to examine women in private. The Countess had been accused of witchcraft by a rival in the court and James ordered her to be stripped. There were no marks on her body, but a wild-eyed priest was insistent…

“But Your Majesty! You must see that she is a witch! Behold her naked breasts and her sinning vulva! Can you not feel the Evil One working inside you? Does your member not grow hard?”

King James had an erection but kept quiet about it. If it was the Devil’s work he did not want to admit it.

“No,” he said. “Perhaps you are mistaken. Jailers, take the Countess to the cells for the night and in the morning tell me what you have discovered.”

The jailers took her away. They tied her to a column with her arms above her head and they flogged her breasts with a riding crop…
SWIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Slave routes crossed and slave traders sold or exchanged slaves by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

Youcef liked this woman. She was primitive like a cave dweller and she had a mouth that looked hungry for cock. She was agile and she didn’t mind being naked.

But Youcef wanted to know what she DIDN’T like, so he asked her. There was no reply.
“Kneel down and put your hands behind your head, bitch!”

SWIIIIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He flogged her naked breasts with a bamboo cane until she told him.
“I don’t like touching myself if people are looking at me.”
“What else?”
“Kissing another woman.”

Youcef smiled. He organized a banquet for six male friends and one lesbian couple.

His Asian slave served the food and drink naked and when everyone had finished Youcef ordered her to stand on the table.

“Masturbate, slut! Show us how you do it! Legs wide apart now!”
She looked around nervously and then began. She stroked her nipples with one hand and pressed the base of her thumb and the ball of her hand on her cunt lips and moved them around. Soon she started swaying and her fingers found her clitoris. Then she went into hyper-drive with her hips.
“GASP! OH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Her breasts were full but firm and her hips and buttocks were beautifully rounded by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

A group of four local Sheiks knew the price was going to be high, so they secretly formed a syndicate to avoid bidding against each other. They would have her for a week each.

Sheik Malik al-Jud was the first to have her.

His young slave trainer had stopped flogging her and stood staring at her as if he had fallen in love.
“Flog the bitch, damn you! Flog her tits!”
“Yes, Master!”
SWIIIIIISH!
THWAAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

After a dozen blows on her breasts the Sheik stopped him.
“Untie her and place her like a crab, tits and cunt up!”
The trainer made her lay on her back and push her bottom up off the ground. Her legs were wide apart now and her cunt lips were open and unprotected.

With his left hand he was holding the hair of his new slave by Damian

Slavegirls in an oriental world

The Sheik filled her with his semen and covered her face and breasts with it. He fucked her day and night for the first week or two and then began to lose interest.

If he went to sleep when his slave was sucking, his personal guard had orders to take her to the slaves’ quarters. Instead they took her to their quarters and fucked her.

She satisfied five men at a time by riding one, lifting her buttocks for another to fuck her in the anus and giving a third a blowjob. The two remaining guards put a bench under her chest with holes for her breasts to hang through. This left her hands free to give them a hand job.

One day the Sheik woke up and went to the slaves’ quarters. He heard shouting and groaning coming from the guards’ quarters. He went there and found all five guards fucking his slave.

SUCK! SUCK!
“UGH! TAKE GOOD ROMAN COCK, BITCH!”

The Sheik smiled. He ignored the men and spoke to his slave.
“Do you like what these men are doing to you?” he asked.
“No, Master. I hate it! You are my Master. Only you can have my body!”
“It is good that you do not like it!” the Sheik said. “Your disgust will make my pleasure greater!”

The Sheik sat down and watched. The look of disgust on the girl’s face made him horny and his hard-on grew until it was about to explode.

Then the priest pushed her down onto the jailer’s chest and lifted her buttocks by Damian

Witch hunt

Gabrielle had been arrested the day before and had spent the night in jail. She was tied to a table with her legs wide apart and she had a blindfold on. In the night men came to her cell. She couldn’t see them and they didn’t speak but she thought there were two of them. They adjusted the ropes so that her head hung back over the edge of the table. One of them held her head and fucked her mouth while the other fucked her in the cunt. It happened four times.

The next morning two guards took her blindfold off. She thought she recognized their voices from the grunts and groans they made the night before.

“Over here, witch! You’re gonna get La Toca today!”
“NOOOOOOOO!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!! I’M NOT A WITCH, I SWEAR!”

“La toca” was a form of waterboarding. A cloth was placed in the victim’s mouth and water was poured onto it.

“Do you attend witch’s sabbats?”
“Do you know any witch’s spells?”
“Can you cause storms and lightning?”
“Do you make animals or people ill?”
“Does the Evil One suck your nipples?”

As they asked their questions they poured water onto the cloth. At first they did it for a short time and allowed her to catch her breath, but she refused to confess and they poured more water and gave her less time to breathe. She was terrified. She knew that people had died from this.

“Try the needles!” said the priest. They stuck hot needles into her, but she still did not confess.

By that time the priest and the jailers had erections that were bothering them. They couldn’t take their eyes off her breasts or her cunt lips. She saw this.

The pits of hell by Eu Inocencius

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“I have not forgotten you, whore!”
SWACK!
“Aaooogghhh!”
No! Not again! My ass is so sore, I can’t take it! How long can he whip us? He’s rubbing his dick, why doesn’t he just cum and leave us alone?”
“Little bitch, I am so glad I took you! Your rump is firm and round and looks so attractive now that I have made it as red as your hair. And the tricks I can teach it…”
CRACK!
“Wwuuuuckk! Wwuuckingh ssaahhh uh! Eeegh ssaahh uh!”
“There it goes! What a great trick! When I whip your butt, your asshole winks as me. I think that dirty, disgusting filth pit actually thinks it can be my friend! Hey blondie, watch this, watch how your lezzie lover’s butthole says ‘hello’ to me!”
WHACK!
“Uuugghh… uuughh!”
“There it goes again, blondie… her tiny back door just scrunches up and then relaxes. You’ve got an uppity little asshole to be winking at me, red. I think I’m going to have to teach it respect at some point while I’ve got you under my control.”
This is crazy! I’ve got one of my friends looking at my anus while this sick bastard is studying the thing, practically slobbering all over it! It is so humiliating. Please, someone, get me out of here!”

The interrogator nodded to his assistant by Damian

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“I don’t know where he is! I swear! No! NOOOO! IEEEARRGGGHHHH!” Scribonia screamed as the metal pliers slammed shut, crushing her already sore and bruised nipple in its grip. “LET GOOOOOOOO!”
“Tell us where Antonius is. He’s your husband! You expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with his plot to assassinate the Emperor?” The interrogator asked, twisting Scribonia’s nipple while pulling it further and further from her heaving breast.
“I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOWWWWWW!”
“You fucking useless slut…” He said, releasing the pliers.
“Oh thank you, thank you.” Scribonia sobbed in relief, watching as her nipple began to swell and turn dark red…
“Give her another stroke across those fat tits.”
SSCCCHWWWAPPPP!
“YYIEEAARRRGGGHHHH!”
“Once again, Scribonia, give me locations. Where would he go? Who are his friends?”
“Let me think, let me think! Please… please just give me a second… I… I just need a second.”
The interrogator nodded to his assistant.
THUCCCKKK!
The heavy cane went slamming into the tops of her trembling thighs.
“NNNIEEEARRGH! OOOHHHHHHHH! STTTOOPPPPP!” Scribonia wailed, her body heaving and thrashing against the restraints holding her down.
“Oh, seems like your thighs are a tender area…” The interrogator smiled, placing the pliers against the milky flesh of her inner thighs…

Roman decadence by Damian

bdsm comics by Damian
“Come now, wife, you call that cock sucking? Do you want me to bed you over the bed again and lash you across that fat ass again?” Marcellus asked, tapping his new wife on the shoulder with his cane.
“No! No, please! I’m trying! Please husband.” Cornelia sobbed.
This wasn’t at all how she’d expected her wedding night to go, all those days in her youth spent imaging a life with a family and a loving husband had not prepared her for this cruelty. Yet her father had been desperate to land that rich mining contract with the Governor, and his daughter’s hand had been the price…
“Please you don’t have to hit me, I want to pleasure you. I really do!” Cornelia begged as she felt the cane tracing its way across her other welts.
“Then ask me to hit you.” Marcellus commanded.
“What? But…but why?”
“You said you wanted to please me, and your screams will do just that. So ask me to hit you.”
“No… no I meant…”
“Fucking useless whore! You think you actually have a choice? HAHAH! Get your mouth on my cock and don’t you dare come off until my cum is in your throat!”